#i tried going back down without her to feed him but he'd already run off

[fxckinemo]

oughh there's been a stray cat sleeping in my car at night bc the window is stuck open and i want to catch it so badd

[chilling-seavey]

I got a TWIG fic where paparazzi keeps on interrupting your and George's lives with wanting pictures of your family out and about.

Ooh, I love this idea so much, anon. And it's so realistic and fitting which is right up my alley, especially in this universe!

I mentioned before that in the TWIG universe, you and George had decided to raise your kids out of the public eye — they won't be on his social media feed, they would be taken into the paddock through the back ways to avoid the cameras, and things like that.

Generally, fans and professional media would respect this. If you're out for lunch or something as a family and a fan approaches for a picture with George, they would obviously see what your kids would look like but 99% of the time they would be respectful and not take pictures or anything of the sort.

But, as usual, paparazzi aren't always as respectful as that 99% of fans. This is their job, after all, no matter how questionable in its morals.

I can imagine it like you're all out at some farmers market one weekend off. Little boy in a little bucket hat and khaki shorts (so freaking adorable) and George 100% has baby girl strapped to his chest like an absolute dilf—

Your son would be obediently holding your hand as you navigate the stands, wanting to look at and touch everything he could. Lifting up on his little tip toes to see the colourful array of tomatoes or jars of homemade jellies. You'll constantly have to remind him "we touch with your eyes, not our hands" to keep him from knocking over everything that catches his eye. You're so focused on him and making sure the little guy is in line that you're unaware of anything else going on around you.

George, however, only having to pay attention to the quiet baby cuddled against his chest, is more aware of the bustling farmers market around you. He'd have one hand under baby girl's bum in the carrier just to feel an extra bit of support while his other hand drifts over the various stands of produce, picking up an apple or a squash to inspect it. In his own little world, he'd show each thing to the baby, telling her what it is as she reaches out a little hand to touch the produce item.

But after a bit, his wandering gaze keeps finding this one man in particular across the stalls of produce. It's that unmissable feeling of being watched that George has grown accustomed to over his career. Finally, as suspected, he sees the professional camera in this stranger's hand and without a second thought, George has his hand shielding his daughter's face from the shot.

Figuring it was just a one off, George would drift over to where you were still with your son, wanting to put a bit of distance between himself and the stranger. His suddenly slightly tense demeanor wouldn't go unnoticed by you and you'd give him a little look but he'd reassure you with a gentle hand to the small of your back. Your son would steal your attention away again as he calls your name and grabs a cucumber from the nearby stand and proceeds to almost make the whole abundance of cucumbers to toppling down.

The second time George notices the man with the camera, he's feeling a lot less patient.

"We have to go." he'd whisper to you calmly.

"Go? Already? We haven't picked up everything on the list yet." you protest softly, clinging onto your son's hand as he tries to run off.

"I know but," George sighs, absentmindedly soothingly patting your daughter's bum as she snuggled against his chest in the carrier, "there's a camera that's been following me for the last ten minutes. I can only hold my hand over the baby's eyes until she starts to get annoyed with me."

Your own parental concern skyrockets and you look around, "Where?"

"By the pottery." George answers quietly. "Green shirt."

You glance past him to look and when you spot the man with the camera, you look back to your husband with a frown, "It's not fair that we have to leave when we're not doing anything wrong."

"I know, love, I'm sorry." George would sigh, even if there was nothing he really needed to apologize for.

Before you knew it, the stranger was approaching you, camera in hand, like he was some long-lost friend. George bristled at his presence, trying to be polite while still somehow keeping a large hand over your daughter's face. Someone who took creepy pictures without permission from a distance could not be trusted. The baby let out a displeased cry at being shielded.

"Quite a cute family." the man complimented, turning to your son still holding your hand. "And whatta handsome little fella."

Your son gave him an unapologetic confused glare and stepped a little behind your leg. Shamelessly, the man raised his camera, the lens pointed towards the little boy.

Before wither you or George could intervene, your well-taught four-year-old held a hand up to the man and turned into your thigh with a matter-of-fact, "No pictures, thank you!"

George was right there, holding his own hand in front of the stranger's lens with a firm and unwavering, "Yeah, we're not going to take pictures of my children. I think you should go."

The man would offer some half-assed excuse in protest, claiming he can take pictures of whoever he wants in a public setting. But before any confrontation could occur, George and you would share a look that had you both walking back to the car without the rest of your things you had planned to buy.

His knuckles would nearly be white with how tight he was gripping the steering wheel on the journey home. It just wasn't always fair, the life that came with the career he had worked so hard for.

[afreakingdork]

Writing Request: OC x Donnie and 👅

Let's keep this request train rolling! This time we got @grumpytheunicorn and her OC, Jun, along with Donnie getting his soul sucked out.

From now until the poll closes if you can prove to me that you voted hassan/mikey in this poll then I will write any short 100-400 word request like below or draw you a doodle of your choosing!

ᴰᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ᶦᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ.

Minors DNI, we got 🍋 below:

And she was between his legs.

He knew she would be, but she was really there.

Through the fiery blush on his face from when he accepted her not so timid request, Donnie wasn't sure where the time had gone. They kissed, he was sure of that much as that unmistakable sweet taste of her still lingered on his lips, but he had no idea when his pants has come off. He was now indelicately sat with his bare thighs on the couch with the love of his life staring up at him with those huge brown eyes and a smile that transcended time and space itself with how lewd it was.

He was no stranger to her hunger, but right now she was positively starving in a way that made him fear he would be left a eunuch.

No, the moment that tongue of hers unfurled, he dropped in exact time.

That incredible appendage haunted him. Not in any negative sense, but it was the stuff of his very dreams. She was the realized version of things he hadn't known he wanted since puberty struck him down with a bondage bat. Meeting her shifted his very type and she somehow also fit the mold of his deepest desires before he even knew such a thing was possible.

Her tongue was endless feeding now and testing the airspace around his cock like a prehensile organ.

It was, to a point, and she had certainly made use of it. She used it without second thought to snap books down from shelves and he was left wondering how much of it could be used to tie him up. She could swallow him down in one gulp as he had seen her do with many a quick snacks while on the run and he'd happily run through the luxuriously soft folds of her tummy. He'd wind through and around her to sustain her with whatever nutrients she needed and, oh, she was testing his glans.

With the bulbed tip of her tongue, she swiped curious at his taste and the embarrassing leaking of pre that was already dribbling there. He usually had better faith in his ability to last, but that too was something she swept away from him. With her natural skill and talent for simply being her, she was going to make him cum fast and all he was left to do was hope it was long enough that she found enjoyment out of it.

He met her eye to check again and she was positively euphoric.

Hearts could have exploded in those dark, liquid amber orbs and he would believe it was part of her physiology. She appeared to be slurping down some ancient taste made for her buds and it just so happened to be attached to his body.

Then her tongue spun. Like the coil of a bobbin, his foot tapped the pedal as the pink membrane went round and round. It circled and tasted every crevice and crease of his ridged cock and continued to spiral still. It engulfed him, turning the purple hues into something wholly hers to devour and she shot him one last look that he could only think of as a warning show.

In a single drop of her head, she took his straight down her throat.

Even on his best days he tried to get his tongue back there, but never could.

Now she was swallow inches of him with nary a gag in sight.

She came up all drool and the dripping heat threatened him right there.

He'd spray her face full of cum so thick it would get her pregnant through osmosis alone. It would travel through her poisonous skin and deep down into her veins. The circulatory system would take his swimmers on a fast pipeline and further. They would move beyond science, unaffected by her white blood cells because this was her staked claim and by miracle it would make it to her womb and eggs.

She descended again and her tongue bounced like a spring.

It was equal and opposite some basal shredded thought begged him to understand since he seemingly kept forgetting to hear the many, many warning signs that were right in front of him.

She sucked.

She sucked so hard she might as well have been an industrial vacuum.

She sucked so hard so scooped back up some of her own tongue and must have swallowed it.

She sucked so hard, he swore he felt his balls, an internal structure with no mechanism to release, get jostled in the process.

Eunuch was right.

He wasn't going to leave this transaction with a cock.

He never thought he'd be castrated like this.

He always thought it would be for something more banal.

For never fixing his posture.

For always sneaking a few smokes.

For forgetting his hear medication when he was on a role.

No, she was simply going to suck his cock straight off his body and that would nourish her soul. It would feed that starvation she always exhibited and she would finally be at peace. He liked that for her, he thought somewhere in the clouds. She deserved that. He always thought she deserved that. He wanted nothing, but the best for her.

While he was already skirting the stratosphere, the second suck summoned his cum.

He saw it outside his body through x-ray vision without the use of his goggles.

It traveled from the shriveled raisins that were once his balls and through heavy globules up the track of his cock. It was an agonizing queue of a line moving pleasantly fast and it disappeared into her.

Those sperm had no hope of anything.

She gulped them straight down and with that third suck, he passed out.

So enlightenment was purgatory.

He had always wondered what true peace was.

It was his.

It was Jun.

Through time and space though, his soulmate reached him.

She sighed so happy like she had chugged an icy beverage on a nice day and was refreshed on a fundamental level.

"That was... amazing..." She was as jubilant as her name implied. "Think you could..." That joy seeped with dark crawling ichor. "... go again?"

Then to her horror, his new emotion of sorrow, and her terror, she realized he was no longer of this Earth and sought to save him.

She would.

He just needed a minute.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Eyeless Jack with fem S/O who is fan of Legend of Zelda series as S/O tries to get him be as BOTW Link as S/O as BOTW Zelda? 🦋

S/O trying to get EJ to cosplay BOTW with her!

obligatory ive never really touched a LoZ games or series outside of like. the ben drowned crp but i doubt that counts since its a fan made story !! so this is mostly going to be like, vague stuff since i have next to no clue of the games' contents so this'll be heavy on the dressing up part! hope you enjoy!

he probably gets into gaming on handheld consoles during his college years, and carries that into his life living in the woods as a hermit (dont ask how he charges his stuff in a run down cabin we can just assume he has a generator or something)

he likes those therapeutic chill games! think ACNH, helps him keep his feelings and stress in check since that can effect his funky curse thing that made him. eyeless jack. do not let this man play slime rancher you will not see or hear from him for a week

anyways

so you introduce him to one of the legend of zelda games! he's into it, but he'd much rather watch you play or ramble on about the games and lore. he himself isn't much of a talker so he likes it when you fill the silence

at first he's against the idea when you first propose the cosplay, mostly because cosplay isnt really his thing, but also because where would the costumes come from?

if you insist on making it yourself he'll also be against it, he doesn't want you to make anything for him (and that's on him not knowing how to handle receiving gifts, but that's an entirely different thing for a different post)

but lets say, you get him to cave. hes going to insist on helping, this guy knows how to sew! he lives in the woods! he has to patch up his own clothes! plus he'll force you to step back if you prick your finger one too many times

both because "aww he doesnt want you hurting!" but also "fresh dripping blood around eyeless jack is dangerous because hes like a cracked out piranha"

when the costumes are done you guys just kinda

stand there and stare at each other and stare for a few minutes in the middle of the cabin

one of the rare times you see him without the mask since the thing was throwing off the rest of the costume

dont expect him to go out with you without something covering his face, though, you may have to rely on a hood or make a new mask that at least fits with the theme or vibe of the character. good luck trying to get jack to budge out past the door's threshold without it

stubborn prick

his ears are already pointed so you don't need to make ear prosthetics/j

good luck getting this guy to go to a con with you/j

OHOH NO because of course, spooky season, imagine convincing him to help you hand out candy at your place

or or or

you guys go out and about in your costumes showing off

sure he'll shuffle around awkwardly behind you, since he's not really. good with eyes on him...

or eyes in him/j

im sorry that was really mean spirited and uncalled for it will happen again

overall? he enjoys the time spent with you from you info dumping on him to just simply walking with him around town!

will he go out and walk with you again? probably not, at least not on nights where everyone is out and not when he's wearing this costume of an iconic character that's bound to catch some attention

7/10 experience, docked some points since you can feel the tension radiating off of him once you get him out of his cabin

don't bring it up but he keeps the costume in pristine condition when he isn't wearing it, and keeps it nearly folded and stored somewhere where it's not likely to get a bloodsplatter on it from one of his feeding nights

bonus hc but its steering a little off topic imagine walking in on him furiously scrubbing on the costumes tunic(?) because he got one (1) drop of blood on it. like he's hunched over on the floor over it trying to get the stain out, muttering n cursing under his breath

idk that's just goofy to me

anyways

peace

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 8 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Calvin Frey

Mom stood at the counter, a large knife cutting through a carrot with enough speed that I was worried it would be her finger next that the knife went through.

Just because she knows what she's doing doesn't mean there aren't accidents.

She hasn't lost a finger yet but there had been plenty of near incidents.

Ones that included lots of blood and her cursing under her breath.

Hopefully that won't happen today.

"So when are you going to properly introduce your mates to the family?"

The question came out of nowhere and made me jerk.

My mug of black coffee tipped and I rushed to set it up right even though the contents had already been spilled.

Tearing off a bunch of paper towels to clean up the mess I made it a point to appear busy and ignore Mom's question.

I had yet to tell her that I sent them away.

Shit, if I could I'd never tell her but I knew she'd get suspicious if she didn't see them around.

It wouldn't be hard putting two and two together.

The biggest clue being that we'd never be seen together.

She'd mentioned that she'd seen them working at the pack house.

Which was good for me because she wasn't suspicious about their absence.

Although my first thought had been worry.

'Why did they need to work? Did they not have any money?'

I remember them saying they had to leave their pack.

What about family? They shouldn't have to work.

Which was a ridiculous thought... they weren't mine to be worrying about.

I didn't want them to be.

"Oh," Mom turned to me, her large knife pointed at me.

"Your dad wants to talk to you. Why don't you bring Benjamin and the twins over to the house and we can have dinner together."

Tossing the soaked paper towels in the trash, I kept my back turned to mom.

What could Dad want to talk about?

When he does talk, it's about something serious.

He's not like Mom who has something to say about everything.

He's more of an observer.

Turning back around to face Mom, I finally realized what she had said.

She wanted the twins to come.

That wasn't going to happen.

I've done good avoiding the need to go out and get my mate's to bring them back home.

I had to keep reminding myself that this isn't their home.

They're not mine.

I don't want a mate or mates in this case.

But I can't tell mom that.

"Maybe another day."

"I understand," Mom said, smiling at me.

"You've just found them and want them all to yourself."

If that's what she wanted to believe, I wasn't going to correct her.

Not when I knew she'd freak if I told her the truth.

There's going to be a day sometime soon when she does find out what I've done.

I didn't want that day to be today.

Or ever if I had it my way.

My pup stumbled into the kitchen before mom could ask anymore about the twins.

Benjamin's big hazel eyes were drooping from the nap he'd just woken up from.

His dark hair was all over his head and he'd somehow lost his bottoms.

"Papa," his little whine had me picking him up, trying to see if there was something physically wrong.

'Did he run into something? Did he fall?'

He hugged me, his head resting on my shoulder.

"What? Grandma gets no love?"

Mom put down her knife and came to stand beside me so she could get a look at my pup.

"Hi Gammy," Benjamin spoke softly before tucking his head in my neck. I frowned at mom, worried for my pup.

"What's wrong, pup?"

Rubbing his back soothingly, I tried peaking at him without moving him back.

"Belly hurt."

"What have you been feeding him? See this is why I came over. Your cooking is killing him," Mom complained as she went back to cutting vegetables for the roast she insisted on making us.

Frowning, I kissed the top of my pups head and sat down at the table with him in my lap.

All he's been eating is kiddie snacks and the pizza I had delivered.

It probably wasn't all that healthy or fulfilling for a growing pup.

But like mom had said, my cooking wasn't any better.

Sitting down at the table, I continued rubbing Benjamin's back until he eventually drifted off to sleep again.

He's been sleeping a lot the past couple of days.

Could he be catching a cold from playing out in the snow?

I know it was a common thing for humans but not wolves, our immune systems are strong and fight off the common viruses.

He hasn't had his first shift yet though, so maybe it could be a cold?

Mom had brought over her large crockpot and had a roast going.

She reminded me multiple times to cut it down to warm when it finished cooking. It was enough to last us a few days.

I never asked Mom or Torin to come over and feed us but they'd started doing it some time last year.

Apparently they thought we weren't eating enough.

It was a relief when Mom left... not because I don't like seeing her but because I didn't want her to ask me anymore questions about the twins.

I wish I hadn't met them while family was around, it would be so much easier getting rid of them.

Laying Benjamin on the couch and covering him with the blanket, I pressed the back of my hand against his forehead.

He felt a little warm but we're Werewolves.

We're always a little warmer.

Hopefully with sleep, he'll feel better later. 

The back door opened and I groaned, thinking Mom had come back.

I didn't expect to see the naked male who was standing in my kitchen going through the fridge.

"You don't have shit here but apple juice," Robbyy complained but continued to drink straight from the jug.

"What the hell do you want?"

Going into the laundry room I grabbed a pair of jogging pants before going back into the kitchen.

"Your brother is being a pain in my ass."

"One I'd prefer not to see."

Throwing the pants at him, I turned away and occupied myself with pulling a cup from the cabinet.

Robby chuckled under his breath.

"Right, you prefer when they come in pairs."

My jaw clenched but I chose to ignore the jibe.

"What did Torin do?" I asked, taking the jug of apple juice from the Alpha male and pouring some in a cup for him.

Robby frowned down at it and stayed quiet for a while.

"It's nothing," he groaned, clearly irritated about something.

"He won't let me touch him," he blurted out and I quickly shushed him, listening out for my pup.

"He says it's the month of the Moon Goddess, so we can't fuck," Robert continued complaining.

My brows furrowed as I thought over his words.

I didn't want to hear anything about my little brother's sex life.

Then I thought about all the holidays Mom had us celebrate while we were growing up and I couldn't remember there ever being a month dedicated to the Moon Goddess.

Especially one that kept you celibate.

If anything, the Moon Goddess encouraged her children to mate.

It took everything I had to hold in my laughter and keep the smile off my face.

Apparently the Alpha had done something to piss off Torin.

"This isn't fair," Robby growled and paced across the kitchen.

"It's already been a full six hours. He won't even let me use my mouth."

"Gross, I don't care."

I shook my head and took a sip from the drink Robby abandoned.

"This is an important month to those that celebrate. It means a lot to them."

I forced myself not to laugh and had to turn away to hide my smile.

"I know," Robby sighed, his shoulders sagging as if giving up.

"I'll just hang out with you," he decided.

"We haven't done that in forever."

I had a feeling this wasn't going to go so well.

Robby had the ability to get up to no good even when he wasn't trying to.

It's been a long time since the two of us had time to hang out alone.

A recipe for disaster.

Maybe this was something I needed.

A way to get my mind off... things.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, knowing Torin would be eager to have Benjamin for a day.

[hurtrite]

morbid curiosity was what had gotten him into all this trouble, that was all. genuinely, bodie hadn't thought it was minnie when he first stumbled across the account, mindlessly scrolling onlyfans ( which he considered to be 'ethically sourced porn' ) while laying in bed, looking for something new to jerk off to. and then there she was, his brother's new girlfriend — except that it couldn't have been her, right? because although they had only met a week prior, he knew from jason that they hadn't yet slept together, had seen the shiny purity ring on her finger as proof, and had witnessed the warm way his parents fawned over minnie and all of her wholesome influence. there was just no way that she was running an onlyfans! it had to be a coincidental doppelgänger, he was sure of it, going through the motions of subscribing to the account to see for himself, refusing to consider the possibility that he might've already scrolled for so long trying to fill the subconscious want to find a minnie look-alike to watch. . . it took all of five seconds of a random video in her feed for him to realize that the girl moaning and fingering herself was most definitely the real minnie, promise ring glinting as her digits plunged deeper, making his cock jump at the confirmation. he'd been fucked ever since — but especially now, too distracted by her playful laughter to realize what she was doing before minnie was quite literally bending over for him, turning one of his dozens of fantasies into a twisted reality with the brief press of her perfect ass against his crotch. bodie nearly choked on his tongue, his whole body seizing up as an embarrassing sound of pained arousal snuck past his lips, grip suddenly tightening around the bottle. sunscreen shot out, arcing across her back in a way that was so ironically suggestive that it made bodie want to scream. he looked on in horror, face aflame as he desperately tried to not think about backshots. "oh, fuck - i'm sorry, shit. that's my bad. i just - " he was babbling again, head shaking and juggling the bottle in his now overly slippery hands. he leaned over her to set it on the dresser, hips unintentionally meeting her ass again and pushing forward. don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard. bodie could feel how hot his face had gotten, eyes downcast to avoid looking at himself - or minnie - in the large mirror mounted above the dresser. his only saving grace was the baggy t-shirt he was still wearing, hiding how far down his chest the flush crawled. what were they talking about again? "i, um, got my boating license when i was sixteen." it took a thick swallow and the firm press of his palm to the middle of her back to get his head on straight again. he was using both hands to work the lotion in now, swiping up and down her spine, falling into a rhythmic sort of motion without realizing it. "once it's out of the boathouse and parked at the dock, it's not too hard to take out," bodie explained, using nautical knowledge as a distraction for himself. thumbs rubbed thoughtful circles into the little dimples adorning minnie's lower back, skirting along the line of her bikini bottoms. "just unlash it, push out, and float for a while. don't gotta start up the engine or nothin'." he didn't really get why she was asking, but he assumed she was just trying to make small talk. being friendly, as she always seemed to be, never shy about engaging with him or anyone else in the family. other than secretly jacking it to her nudes, bodie often found himself also feeling guilty for avoiding her so much. it was a strange position to be in ; juggling the hope that she & jason would call it quits, but also not wanting to be the cause. "ah, so, i think i went a bit overboard back here," bodie started with a wry chuckle, finally daring to glance at minnie's reflected face in the mirror. "there's just way too much for your back now." a weak smile pulled at his lips, hands lifting with the excess sunscreen. - @spillurgvts

she was being mean and she knew it. not only that, but by treading the fine line that bodie himself had already crossed, minnie was enabling both their cruelty to his poor brother, who was clueless as ever and had scarcely even gotten minnie to bed, firmly believing in her desire to wait until marriage (a truth, of course, with a silver band around her ring finger to signify her oath to god; except she made no promises about not indulging in other ways, such as with toys and with exhibitionism, just not with other people—the most glorious loophole that helped pay her bills and seemed to get so many men off, knowing she was pristine, unmarked by another man's touch, and hey—maybe her first time could be you! that was her whole scthick, after all. look at how well i can take this dildo—imagine if it was your cock?) "bodie," she says carefully, liking the shape of his name in her mouth, the taste of it sweet like a just-ripened peach plucked from another's garden. not hers to taste, but good god was it delicious—how could she possibly resist? "my back goes further down than that. unless you're trying to sabotage me and make the rest of my body burn except that circle, in which case—" she laughs and shakes her head. his hand is warm on her skin, and immediately she's thinking of all the other places she could get him to touch. places he's no doubt also thought of, given all those suggestive images she's posted, those videos she'd filmed cumming hard to the thought of him the moment she realized just who her special subscriber was. it was wrong, so sinfully wrong, but minnie couldn't help herself. that initial fear she felt about being caught out quickly turned to such an intense desire, knowing that it didn't seem to matter to bodie that she was his brother's girlfriend. she kept an eye out for him, checked every day to see if he'd unsubscribed, but no. as of a few minutes before she'd sauntered over here to lure him to a little death, as the french called it, like the world's worst siren, he was still very much a subscriber on her account. christ, the things she would do to him if he'd let her. jason was a sweet guy, but minnie had only started dating him because he was persistent and better than all her other options. but bodie—oh, god, bodie. now there's a man she would break all her rules for. even when he made every excuse to not be around her, the fact that he still subscribed told her everything she needed to know. he just needs to give her a chance. they just need to give each other a chance, and now that he had nowhere to run, no excuse to make, minnie was hellbent on taking it. "here," she says, "let me help." she bends over his dresser, 'to make it easier for him to get her whole back,' her ass grazing against his groin. fuck. she has to fight the urge to moan and press further against him, to roll her hips for some friction against her core. "i think your dad's taking it out today," she says, if only to see if he could maintain the casual conversation while she's got her ass pressed against his bulge. "do you know how to drive it? you ever snuck it out before?" another hint, she thinks, and if he's smart, he'll take the bait. drive her out to the middle of the lake and have his way with her. lord knows she'd let him.

[taechaos]

can u make a blurb for textbook love jk suprising oc, who is terrified of dogs, with bam🥺

for some context 😎 since he can't have a dog at uni i made bam his mom's dog lol hOPE U ENJOY

After just one chaotic day with his mother and her weird family, Jungkook needs a break. He made plans with you to meet up today, but even when he's outside, the mistake of going to that house in the first place follows him everywhere.

His mother noticed him trying to sneak out of the house in the early hours of the "morning"—2PM, which is when they wake up—and after a fruitless interrogation, she dropped the topic but not without forcing him to walk the family dog.

"Walk the dog– how deep are you into this shit?!" he'd whispered to not wake up the others. It's a shame his mother isn't such a heavy sleeper as well.

"I feed his daughter, the fuck you think?" she'd snapped back.

He was flabbergasted when he was handed a leash and came face to face with a snarling Doberman pinscher. "Mother, care to tell me why step-daddy has a guard dog in our yard?" he'd asked condescendingly. Getting smacked on the back of his head was enough to shut him up and glare at the perpetrator.

The only instruction he was given was: "Clean up his shit if he does it in the streets. Oh, and we call him Bam."

Jungkook liked dogs. In fact, he always wanted a pet as a child to make up for his mother's neglect, but this puppy wasn't very friendly at first glance. He had initially lowly growled at him, but Jungkook's features must have resembled his mother enough for him to relax in mids of their walk. It took a lot of "easy boy"s to get Bam to stop trying to jump him beforehand.

That felt somewhat empowering. Jungkook loved big, intimidating dogs. He's literally walking a police dog! It's a dream come true and he can't wipe the cocky smile off of his face. The feeling of watching children run to the farthest corner with big eyes in fear of crossing Bam was indescribable. He pet the oversized puppy to praise him every time someone cowered away from their path.

"That's a good fucking boy," he'd say.

Then he wondered if you'd cower before Bam as well. He's holding a leash and you're probably smart enough to figure out that he's a domestic puppy, right? On that thought, he realized how domestic it would be if you walked Bam together.

But you're not on the same page. The moment you turn around when he taps your shoulder from behind, you freeze. Your eyes grow wide when they lower to see the intimidating dog standing on its pads merely centimeters before you. The smile on your face immediately falters. You stare at each other and you don't hear Jungkook when he says, "Hey. Meet the family pup."

Bam's eyes pierce through your soul. A growl resounds before he suddenly barks at you, and you release a small scream before scurrying backwards. The dog tries to follow, but Jungkook holds him back by a light tug of the leash. "Hey, hey, chill." He kneels down to soothingly pet his head, but that does nothing to rid of his protective stance.

"Jungkook," you whimper, "I-Is this your dog? I-I don't he likes me–"

"It's fine, he reacted the same way with me at first too," he reassures without taking his soft, awed eyes off of Bam. He finds it really cool that they've formed a bond strong enough for Bam to be protective of him already, and they've only been together for twenty minutes. "Just play with him a little and he'll be swayed instantly."

The pedestrians in the park glance at Bam when he barks again. It isn't as loud. "Come here," Jungkook beckons you. You shake your head with fear, making him laugh. "Stop being a scaredy cat. He doesn't bite."

"I don't have a good history with d-dogs," you reason. The staring contest prolongs where you are still shaking in your boots and Bam is intently anticipating your next move. "I got bit by a stray dog when I was little."

"Well, he isn't a stray dog," he says as if it's obvious. "I won't let him hurt you, come on."

"No."

He drawls your name with a roll of his eyes. "He's barely a year old. Just do what I'm doing."

It takes a few seconds of contemplation for you take one step. The dog under Jungkook's hand reacts instantly by shuffling on his feet. You take another slow, tentative step. He starts panting. "Oh God," you whimper with your heart thumping against your chest. Jungkook's impatience shows when he grabs your hand and doesn't let you yank it away. "Jungkook, no!" Your squeals cease to shallow breaths when your hand makes contact with the black sleek fur coating his head with your eyes screwed shut. Neither of you react.

"See?" Jungkook's nonchalant voice cuts through the tense air. "He doesn't see you as a threat." Your peek an eye open to see the puppy hasn't moved an inch, although he is still staring at you. Your boyfriend pets him with your hand.

You scream again when he jumps on your chest, his heavy paws pressing against you. "Get him off!" You try to step back, but the dog doesn't fall—he is still on you. Jungkook does nothing to help, and through your heavy breathing, you gulp and wait for him to claw at you. He doesn't.

You are terrified. "Jesus Christ," you gasp. Even his muzzle makes you tremble. You notice the wag of his short, thin tail under you. Is this puppy really bullying you right now?

Jungkook drops the leash and stands up to walk off to a bench nearby. "You guys have fun. I need a break. Oh, and we call him Bam."

"No, no," you instantly protest and weakly push Bam's paws off of you. He tries to jump on you again, but you successfully dodge and sprint to the fountain. "Jungkook!" You yell for help, but the man is silently laughing at you while resting in his seat.

It's like watching a ferris wheel, how you two go round and round, circling the fountain in this game of cat and mouse. This goes on until you hide in Jungkook's arms, who whistles for Bam to follow. Such an obedient dog, sitting while his owner scratches the back of his ear. You are both panting.

It isn't the domestic relationship he was thinking of on his way here, but he decides he enjoys your terror and Bam's teasing more.

"I've got two pets now, huh?"

"Are you being serious right now?"

[komotionlessqueenmm]

One man's trash, is another man's treasure.

(2-4)

Short story # 6

2,442 - Words

Fandom - House of Wax (2005)

Pairing - Bo Sinclair X Reader

Summary - The reader finds herself & her 4 month old son stranded in Ambrose. While Bo finds himself enamored with the woman, wanting nothing more than to protect and provide for the two of them.

Warnings - Some dark topics, talk of abusive relationships, eventual blood & death, eventual smut. (I'm not sure what else tbh)

Notes - Italics means the reader is singing.

Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 ~ Pt. 3 ~ Pt. 4

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"You go relax in the living room while I call my brother, I'll only be a minute." Bo instructed as they walked into his house. "Okay." (Y/n) smiled as she cradled Von in her arms, having left his stroller on the porch. Bo walked into the kitchen, calling his brother to pick up (Y/n)'s jeep. While (Y/n) walked into the living room, idly scanning the pictures hanging on the walls. (Y/n) sat down on the couch with a content sigh, gently patting Von's butt in an attempt to keep the baby asleep. Von's soft breathing and the gentle patting of (Y/n)'s hand were the only sounds in the room, that is until Bo walked back into the room. "He should be here within the next hour, I'm gonna go change outta this suit real quick." Bo explained pointing behind him to the stairs, already tugging at his tie. "Okay." (Y/n) smiled with a nod of her head, turning her attention back to Von when Bo started walking upstairs.

A short five minutes passed before Bo came back down the stairs, changed from his suit, to a mechanics jumpsuit. "So can I ask? What was with the suit?" (Y/n) wondered aloud, as Bo walked into the living room, taking a seat in a recliner he began slipping on his boots. "I was at a funeral." Bo explained as he tied his laces. "Oh I'm sorry for your loss." (Y/n) gave her condolences. "Thank you." Bo smiled softly. "It's getting pretty late, is there somewhere in town I could stay?" (Y/n) asked as she looked out the window, the sun low in the sky. "You can stay here if you'd like." Bo offered. "Oh you're too kind, but I don't want to be a burden." (Y/n) genuinely hated feeling like a burden on people. "Nonsense I've got plenty of room, and the extra company would be nice." Bo insisted, making (Y/n) smile softly. "Alright... Would it be alright if I got a shower real quick? Sitting out in the suns got me all sweaty and gross." Bo chuckled alongside her, nodding his head. "Of course, I'll show ya to the spare bedroom." Bo rose from his chair, leading (Y/n) upstairs and to the right. "Here ya go, there's a small bathroom attached." He pointed to the bathroom door after escorting (Y/n) inside. "Thank you, I shouldn't be to long." (Y/n) smiled as she sat the diaper bag onto the small bed, gently laying Von down a moment later. "I'll wait for ya down in the living room." Bo hummed as he closed the door, leaving (Y/n) be.

When the warm water hit (Y/n)'s back she sighed in content, the sore muscles of her back relaxing under the heat. Allowing herself a moment to soak up the warmth, (Y/n) closed her eyes and hummed softly under her breath. As if with the flip of a switch however, (Y/n)'s eyes snapped open and she quickly set to work cleaning herself up. However just as she was rising off, Von began crying from the bedroom. In an instant (Y/n) cut off the water and wrapped a towel around her body, droplets of water still rolling down her legs as she exited the bathroom. "See there's mama." Bo cooed at Von, cradling the fussing baby in his arms. "I hope I didn't overstep my boundaries, I was just down the hall when he started crying, and I wanted to make sure he was okay." Bo explained as he stood from the bed, handing Von over to (Y/n). "No no it's alright, I appreciate it actually." (Y/n) shook her head with a small smile. "He's just fussy because he hasn't eaten yet, I didn't want to wake him earlier." (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed, pulling down part of her towel to allow Von to feed. "Oh I understand completely, I get pretty grumpy when I'm hungry to." Bo joked turning his attention to the floor, not wanting to make (Y/n) uncomfortable by accidentally staring. "Don't we all." (Y/n) chuckled softly.

"I was getting this for the little guy when he started crying." Bo changed the subject, allowing himself a moment to distract himself. "Oh that's so cute!" (Y/n) gushed at the sight of the antic cradle Bo had brought into the room. "I almost forgot about it, it's an old family cradle, been passed down several generations." Bo explained as he laid a clean blanket inside it. "Thank you Bo, you've been so kind to me, I don't think I could thank you enough." (Y/n)'s eyes became a little glossy, a smile spread across her lips. "It's my pleasure, but it ain't nothing to cry over." Bo knelt in front of (Y/n) rubbing away the stray tear that escaped her eye. "Oh I know, it's such a silly thing to cry over. It's just the passed month has been so hard, and you and Lester have been so sweet to me. It's silly I know, but I can't help it." (Y/n) chuckled through her tears, sniffling softly. "You're all on your own aren't ya?" Bo asked with a small frown, the frown deepening when (Y/n) nodded her head. "Where's the father?" Bo asked. "It's kinda a long story." (Y/n) wiped away her tears with a bitter chuckle. "Is he dead, or a deadbeat?" Bo asked bluntly. "A deadbeat of the worst kind." (Y/n) sighed. "That's a shame." Bo shook his head, raising from his kneeled position. "I'll leave ya be." He muttered softly. "I'll be waiting in the living room when you're done up here." Bo added as he exited the room, leaving (Y/n) to finish feeding Von, and allowing her to change in some privacy.

Having changed into the sweats and a tank top, (Y/n) always kept in the diaper bag. (Y/n) carried Von downstairs, smiling at Bo when she entered the living room. "Ready to go back to the garage?" Bo asked as he stood from the couch. "We're as ready as we'll ever be." (Y/n) hummed, following Bo when he went to the front door. "(Y/n)." Bo called out to her as she strapped Von into the stroller. "Yes Bo?" She tilted her head a little, having turned her attention to him. "I'm sorry about asking about Von's father, that wasn't very polite." Bo rubbed the back of his neck, feeling guilty for bringing up such a touchy subject. "It's okay Bo, you were only curious." (Y/n) assured him with a smile. "I don't really mind talking about it, but if someone comes around asking about me, I'd really appreciate it if you forgot about me." She admitted feeling just at ease around Bo as she had around Lester. "He's that bad huh?" Bo wondered aloud with a frown. "Worse." (Y/n) swallowed thickly, dread pooling within her belly. "Well as long as you're here, I won't let anything happen to you." Bo promised, easing (Y/n)'s worry.

"Alrighty lets have a look." Bo mused as they entered the garage, popping the hood to the jeep. "Your brother didn't stick around huh?" (Y/n) stated the obvious as she looked around the garage. "He's not much of a people person, due to a birth defect he's suffering from." Bo explained as he worked. "Oh." (Y/n) felt a bit guilty. "Well he likes people, but people don't really like him much. So he avoids them." Bo shrugged casually. "People always fear what they don't understand." (Y/n) murmured without much thought, unknowingly peaking Bo's interest even more. "He'd like you." Bo mused with a small smile, despite not having the best relationship with his brother, Bo still cared for him. "You think so?" (Y/n) smiled at the thought. "Yeah, what's not to like?" Bo winked at her, chuckling when she ducked her head to hide her blush.

"Hold on..." Bo muttered under his breath, as he checked the oil. "I thought you said you changed the oil last week." Bo frowned in confusion. "I did." (Y/n) mirrored his confusion. "It's bone dry." Bo informed her, moving further under the hood to get a better look at the oil reserve. "I think I see the problem." Bo moved to grab a flashlight, looking to where he suspected the problem was. "What is it?" (Y/n) asked as she walked over to peer at the engine. "It looks like someone put a hole in the bottom of the reserve, the oil just leaked out over time." Bo explained, his assessment making (Y/n) worry again. "Trent my ex... It had to be him." (Y/n)'s voice cracked as the panic set in. "Hey hey hey don't worry about it, as long as you're here you're safe, I won't let him get to you." Bo promised as he wiped his hands with a shop rag, pulling (Y/n) into a comforting hug after he deemed his hands clean. "He tried to kill me Bo, when he found out I was pregnant he attacked me and tried to kill me." (Y/n) wept into his chest. "I won't let him near you." Bo growled protectively, holding her just a little tighter. "I've been running from him for the past month, I just know he's gonna try finding me." (Y/n) shook in Bo's arms, raked with fear. "He won't find you." Bo promised as he pulled her back to look into her eyes, wiping away her tears. "You are safe here." Bo emphasized each word, smiling at her softly when she stopped shaking. "Thank you." (Y/n) sniffled with a smile, leaning up she kissed Bo's cheek, then turned her attention back to Von, smiling down at the sight of him sleeping soundly. "How about we leave this until tomorrow morning?" Bo pointed to the jeep, a dopey grin on his face from the kiss. "Let's go eat some dinner and relax for a bit." He suggested casually. "That sounds like a good idea." (Y/n) nodded her head in agreement, giggling when her stomach grumbled at the mention of food.

"Let me help." (Y/n) insisted as she joined Bo in the kitchen. "I'd appreciate the help." Bo smiled as he gathered everything they'd need to cook a nice hardy meal. "Well it is the least I can do, after all you've done for me and Von." (Y/n) smiled as she set to work, the pair working alongside eachother with natural ease. "(Y/n)." Bo called out softly after a few minutes, smiling when (Y/n) hummed in response. "I just wanted to say... You're a real good mother." Bo admitted, making (Y/n) drop what she was holding. "You really mean that?" She asked with wide eyes. "Of course." Bo nodded his head, being perfectly honest with her. "Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me." (Y/n)'s eyes were bright with pure joy, making Bo's heart melt a little. They continued to work in a comfortable silence, nearly finishing their task before Bo struck up conversation again. "So what do you do for a living?" He asked casually. "I'm an author actually." (Y/n) mused. "Anything I might read?" Bo asked with genuine curiosity. "Only if you enjoy horror stories, I'm looking to be the next H. P. Lovecraft." (Y/n) beamed with pride, her words making Bo chuckle. "I think I'd enjoy reading your work." Bo admitted, making (Y/n) beam even brighter.

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The following morning (Y/n) and Bo went back to the garage bright and early. "You don't have to sit around down here with me you know." Bo pointed out to (Y/n) who had perched herself upon the gas stations counter. "I know, but I thought you could use the company." (Y/n) mused as she rocked Von's stroller back and forth with her foot, her journal on her lap. "I'll admit the company is nice, but the view is even better." Bo flirted with a wink, making (Y/n) giggle softly. "I have to agree, the view is very nice." (Y/n) quipped right back with a cheeky grin, her words making Bo laugh.

Subconsciously as she wrote (Y/n) began humming a melody, which eventually led to her singing softly. "You are what you are. I don't matter to anyone. But Hollywood legends. Will never grow old. And all of what's hidden. Well, it will never grow cold." Bo stilled in what he was doing, focusing on (Y/n). "But I lost myself when I lost you. But I still got jazz. When I've got those blues. And I lost myself when I lost you. And I still get trashed, darling. When I hear your tunes." (Y/n) relaxed a little, singing a little louder. "But you are who you are. I won't change you for anything. For when you are crazy. I'll let you be bad. I'll never dare change thee. To what you are not." Bo moved to lean against the doorway leading into the gas station, watching (Y/n) with a pleasant grin. "But I lost myself when I lost you. But I still got jazz. When I've got those blues. I lost myself and I lost you too. And I still get trashed, baby. When I hear your tunes." (Y/n) continued writing away, almost in a daze. "I put the radio on. Hold you tight in my mind. Isn't strange that. You're not here with me. But I know the light's on in the television. Trying to transmit, can you hear me. Ground control to Major Tom. Can you hear me all night long. Ground control to Major Tom." Von stirred a little in his sleep, but remained asleep. "Well I lost myself when I lost you. But I still got jazz when I've got the blues. I lost myself and I lost you too. And I still get trashed, honey. When I hear your tunes." (Y/n) smiled to herself as she hummed the melody out. "Are you sure you don't sing professionally?" Bo asked when she finished humming. "I'm sure." (Y/n) chuckled, flattered by his words. "Maybe you should." He winked before turning his attention back to her car, his words making (Y/n)'s heart swoon.

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Woof Bo is really getting out of character...

Oh well! That's the beauty of fanfiction.

Anyways part two is complete!

Let me know what you think. （＾_＾）

PS the song (Y/n) was singing is Terrence Loves You by Lana Del Rey.

[yoursinfulurges]

AntiHero

[The Venom Within] <- read part one here.

Description: The events that soon followed your emotional downfall turns dark and horrifying after Hydra gains possession of your freedom. 

1/2 of part 2

Warnings: Abuse. Kidnapping. Angst. 

Disclaimer: In this story' venom has no conscious and is simply just the readers alter, or the readers inner thoughts and insecurities. This takes place after civil war time. So Endgame and Infinity War never happens.

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You huffed inaudibly, hearing your stomach roar from starvation for the fifth time this minute. You had only gotten twelve blocks away from the tower, which was still very much visible when you turned back. Annoyingly so, you tried to avoid any peripheral contact with it, in fear of changing your mind and running straight back. 

Even trying your very hardest to block out any childhood memories spent there from coming back to you, as the last thing you needed was for more tears to be shed. You felt eerily deprived of sensation, and you didn't know if it was because of the cold New York air or the fact that you left a part of you behind back in that tower. The one capable of deciphering the many layers of the overwhelming apathy you ever so felt reside within you. 

The one able to comprehend and break down your other feelings that remained intacted, yet almost seemed brain dead. As if not computing the sitution that had happened moments ago, defying how your tense heart truly ached. Feeling as though you were just a walking body, an empty shell of the person that once was. You knew your inner subconscious was protecting you from added trauma, and was doing the best thing it could by preventing you from feeling the complexity of it all and only allowing minor details to slide. As said feelings would only send you into a spiralling depth of anxiety.

 And only god knows what would happened if your emotions alone suddenly decided it was time to have a panic attack at this very moment. Despite being greatful for the somewhat unorthodox coping mechanism that was forced upon you, you were at war with yourself. Almost angry that you couldn't process the overwhelming wave of sensations, having to submit to the black cold solitude of your mind till your brain finally decides to open up and evaluate just how badly the damage was to your mental health. 

But till that happens your soul was left to wonder and yield in confusion instead of settling on one dependent emotion.... 

You were conflicted to no doubt. 

You were angry yet, if tried hard enough and dug a bit deeper, pass the wall you built around your heart, you found yourself strangely at peace. Contradicting the forefront frustration you had with the profound perplexity of the situation, confusing you once more. As a part of you almost beams at the sudden calmness that over came you, in contrast to your outbursts merely an hour ago. 

Sure, you felt a myriad of miniscule emotions coincide you, tiny enough not to affect you in any way shape or form, or take away your apathetic structure, (thankfully so). And you knew that you were definitely far from okay as of right now, especially since you were somewhat going through an existential crisis. Yet in a funny defiant kind of way you were fine. It was as if your amygdala had froze, preventing you from registering everything that had happened. Forcing you to rerun the moments leading up to here in order to get to the bottom of what your true emotions and opinions were. 

You made it out of the tower unnoticed, given the fact that you dressed a lot more muted than you'd normally do. Nobody would think that it was Y/n Stark under the hood of one of Steve Rogers' old jacket. Your clothes weren't exactly ideal, but you were in no position to complain, you acted in a panic and grabbed whatever was on the way to the exit. 

That being Natasha's grey hoodie and Steve's oversized leather jacket. Both laid untouched, draped over the abandoned conference room chairs. You saw it the moment you stepped out the elevator, peering through the glass walls just to confirm whether it was really their's. It was a given that the room hadn't been cleaned out yet, being that it had been months since anyone has been in there. But then again, only a few people had conformation to that area of the tower. 

Without thinking, you had scanned your hand onto the access pad, and before you knew it, the glass door slid open. A decision you silently curse yourself on now for doing, since there was no doubt about it that Friday had already informed your dad that your last digital encounter was going into that room. You knew how incredibly smart that AI was, so you even made it an effort to take the route with less cameras. Even purposely running around the building, going to useless area's to confuse her in the future before sliding pass an unsupervised emergency exit. 

Despite the fact that it was 1:30 AM, the streets of Manhattan was as lively as ever. Though there was a lot less traffic at this time of the night. It gave you comfort to know that you weren't completely alone walking the streets. You may be skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but at the end of the day, you were still a girl, and that fact alone made you a clear target for some. 

And you doubt you could put up much of a fight, especially with how starved weak (and not to mention injured) you were. You had to be weary of who was around you at all times, stick to crowded areas yet be inconspicuous enough not to be spotted by cameras. As you knew for a fact that Friday was most likely scanning the area. 

Though despite how stress driven the situation was and how fidgety you felt, you weren't completely wandering lost, you had a destination set at mind and it gave you all the hope that you needed to keep moving onward. That location being the small little Chinese restaurant tucked away at a back alley passage seven blocks away from where you were. As you were quite close with the owner, being a regular weekly. So you knew for a fact that if you asked she would let you stay for a couple of days without hesitation. The small cozy family owned business reminded you so much of your old home, back when you still lived with your mother. 

After that night- or more so week spent with Tony, your mother had decided it would be best to stay put in China for a while. Delusions of starting something more than just a hook up with the oh so' brilliant Tony Stark flooded her mind. She wanted to be at arms reach for the man and stay exactly where he left her. Tony told her multiple times over the course of seven days that he'd be back for her, but he never came back... 

As weeks went by your mother had come to the realization that those words were merely nothing but empty promises and drunken slurs. Thus feeding her resentment for the small little child that grew inside her. You weren't a native of China but you were born and raised there up until age eleven or twelve, when your mother passed from cancer. Your childhood for the most part was dry and barren of any affection, having to submit and be degraded to being your mother's personal maid. Despite the mistreatment you had to endure, you couldn't exactly complain because you weren't exactly suffering. You had a roof over your head and all the food and water you could ever want, not to mention access to education. From a young age you had always shown signs of carrying the infamous Stark gene, harboring a profound skill to grasp and master any subject thrown your way. At the age of only six you were already capable of speaking three different languages; English, Chinese, and French. You had all characteristics of being a Stark. 

Except of course the looks.... Which was primarily why Tony didn't believe you were his child to begin with. You knew from the age of twelve that you looked more like your mother rather than your dad, but the contrast was blatantly eye striking next to the man whom was supposed to be your father. You had your mom's features more not to mention her complexion, being that your mother was [your race]. 

(If you're white then imagine y/n is paler or tanner than Tony, I'm Asian so....) 

You had never forgotten the most pivotal and accurate representation of your relationship that unfolded the day you first met... 

🕸🕷🕸 

You ran towards the man stood a few feet away from you, letting go of the woman's hand. Your face beams displaying a blinding smile as you ran towards Tony. 

"Dad!" 

You screamed in joy running towards the male engulfing his mid waist with your arms. The man looked down at you in a fright, his brows furrowing together as he looked at the Stark family lawyer and the social worker. 

He gently yet assertively pulls your arms off of him, not sparing you a glance as you looked up in question. 

"Are you sure she's mine?" 

Your heart drops at that moment as all becomes clear... The smile no longer present on your face as you looked down and distanced yourself away from Tony. Something no one took notice of. 

"We've already done a DNA test on her sir and she's yours..." The social worker lady spoke timidly, clutching her files tightly. 

"Well do two more tests, god damn it!" 

Tony screamed causing you to flinch slightly. A prickling sensation of shame washing over you as you watched him begins to pace, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands in distress. 

"Come here sweetie, let's go get you something to eat, you must be hungry from your flight." 

A woman with ginger hair spoke lightly as she forced out a smile, extending her hand for you before glaring at the man when you took her hold. 

"I want a cheese burger...." 

She nodded briefly, pulling you away from the scene and straight towards the elevator. 

🕸🕷🕸 

And at that day was when you realized that things were only going to get more complicated from there. Because the first moment that you both met, he had already decided that he didn't want you. 

Though contrary to his primal feelings, you were very much aware of your fathers attempts in searching for you, even though it had only been forty five minutes since the fight. It was reassuring but, you weren't in the mood to awe about it. You were still mad at him, and had zero plans of forgiving him any time soon. Or returning any time soon... You wanted him to worry and loose sleep, it was petty but it would be a mere compensation for the suffering he put you through. 

You brush pass a halted group of people, no more than twelve, lightly shoving pass them irritably. Slightly annoyed with their odd behavior, as they all seemed to be watching something you couldn't care less about. You let out an inaudible scoff, as you walked passed them. Your attention devoted to unwrapping the bubble gum you had in hand. Harshly shoving the minty treat into your mouth before putting your bandaged hands into the pockets of the leather jacket. You heaved in relief, finally giving your roaring stomach a somewhat rest after fourteen hours of starvation. The gum was probably months old by now since you found it in Nat's hoodie, but you couldn't care less. It was only meant to sustain your hunger for twenty more minutes. 

You walk at a leisurely pace, stopping slightly to push the pedestrian button at the cross walk. You watched as multiple cars pass by, rolling your eye irritably as you hear the crowd of people gasp in awe again. You normally weren't so easily agitated, but you're currently having a hard time figuring out just what your new normal would be from now on... Tapping your foot on the concrete pavement, you wished time would speed up. 

"What do you think is happening up there?" 

"Who knows" 

"Maybe he's just testing out his new suits.' 

With that, you freeze all movements. It was as if everything stilled at the command of one word. You were scared shitless of all the possibilities it could be, not knowing whether you were willing to look or not, but your anxiety was killing you. Feeling it increase at every breath, taunting you like marionettes on a string, dearing you to look, only to scream no just afterwards. With an in take of air, you pushed back those thoughts and slowly, you turned to view what all the fuss was about. Gasping in shock and horror at the sight infront of you. 

He was insane. 

There stood the Stark tower tall and proud, being lit up like a firecracker with multiple yellow streaks of light ejecting from the building. It looked as though hundreds of missiles were being fired into the air, contrasting the twilight sky. Even with the skyscrapers that surrounded the tower, the sight demanded all the attention. No, those weren't missiles...  

They behaved too smart to be simply just that. And you knew better than to dismiss them so easily. Multiple flew in every direction, some swirling around the tower, and others going straight up. There was at least two or four going north and south, while a dozen takes off headed east and west. It looked as though someone was celebrating New Years early, and doing so extravagantly, except it was the middle of fall... 

The sight was beautiful you couldn't deny that, but you were confused as to what exactly that could mean. Was it meant for you? Was he calling you back? Was that his version of an Amber alert? Or maybe they celebrating that you were finally gone... Images of Pepper, Tony, and Peter celebrating your leave quickly flash through your mind, stabbing you in the back ones more. Quickly, you shake them out of your head, returning your attention once again to the event in front of you. Your brows pulled together in question before it officially clicked. Hitting you hard like a brick, demolishing the wall of protection you built around yourself to stop the flood of overwhelming emotions. Feeling a small tug in your chest, the numbness that guarded your heart slowly dispersed as anxiety crept up your spine. 

He had unleashed the entirety of his Iron Legion's to search for you. 

All 108 suits.... 

Without thinking, you quickly crouched down, seeing one flying low into the street, right towards you. Your hood fell from a gust of wind as your hair blew all around. You screw your eyes tightly, covering your ears at a loud swooshing sound invading your eardrums. Thankfully, it flew pass you. You ignored the cheering of the crowd, quickly trying to run and sprint into an underground sub station. Turning back one last time, only to be greeted by more iron suits taking off from the tower. You frantically focusing your eyes, seeing a blue and red figure swinging from a far. 

      Peter....  

As luck may have it, he swung left, following a completely different road. 

And with that, you ran. You ran as fast as your feet could carry you, frantically looking for the 99th street substation opening so that you could hide underground. 

Cut short gasps of panic erupt from your mouth as you hurriedly ran across the street. You closed your eyes tight, feeling tears forming and falling down your face. Oh no, not now... Cold frost bitten air hits your skin as you maneuver yourself around bystanders. Not now, not now, not now. The tears fell more frequently as you squeezed your eyes shut once more. 

You were not going to send yourself into and anxiety attack, not now, and not because of this. 

Your running comes to a halt as you stand exactly where you're supposed to be, eyes quickly looking around in search for the station opening. 

There! 

In a fright, damp cold sweats engulfs your body as you enter and ran down the steps, out from above ground sight. You jump over the turnstile, panting from the tiredness as you took note of how soar your legs were becoming. You gulp, chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked around to see if anyone saw your odd behavior. And to your surprise the station was completely empty, odd... Though that could very well be because the scheduled 1:40 train had just took off fifteen minutes ago. You moved with hesitation and weariness as you looked around for any person in sight. Silently, you plopped yourself down onto a steel bench, trying desperately for your breathing to calm down. 

You didn't know how long it had been or how much time passed since you've sat down, but you stayed put fidgeting for what seemed like hours. Your thighs bounced anxiously as you kept an eye out for any short of movement, the dimly lit grimy station gave you an on edge feeling and it didn't sit right in your stomach. You felt like you were being watched from all sorts of corners and you shook it off as anxiety but something told you to stay guarded. 

Your ears would perk from time to time, hearing loud gusts of winds and cheering from above ground, ensuring the fact that your father's search party wasn't going away anytime soon. 

You hear movement coming in, snapping out of your haze as you felt a presence sit beside you. You peer up meekly in curiosity before gasping in shock and horror at who the person was. 

      Brock Rumlow.... 

"Long time no see little Stark." He spoke voice raspy and sinister as you cringe at the sight of his face. There, half of his profile was burnt and agitated red as one of his eyes was completely titanium white, you figured he was blind there. Wanda really did a number on him as you all suspected that she had killed him.... 

Little Stark.... That was something only Fury called you... 

You swallow in fear as you notice five more men appearing suddenly. You suddenly felt incredibly hyper aware of the situation, your vision tunneling as your heart rate increases. This was really happening... 

"I've waited a long time for this kid... knock her out!" 

Before you could scream in distress a throbbing pain consumes the back of your skull, and then everything turned black...

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I owe you guys an explanation, and to put it simply, I was depressed and felt unmotivated so I took a lot of time to myself... I wasn't aware that so many people were expecting a follow up to a stupid little story I had written in April... I am without of words and am absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of support and love you all have given me. Yet the feeling of being pressured to write came with the notion of so much positivity, thus tainting it. I can't promise when the second half of part two will come out, but know that it is coming......

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[west-tokyo-incidents]

Oh shit I thought I'd written a novel before goddamn, lol, good luck y'all

CWs; LOTS. Abuse in the form of; dehumanizing and denial of food. The usual vampire fare, blood, blood drinking, psychological torment, the works! Also mentions of sexual shit but like. It's not as bad as the next one is gonna be!

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The baying of hounds was not an unfamiliar sound. It's just that usually, Rage was on the other side of the hunt. He crouched deeper into the recesses of the basement he hid in as he listened, bright azure eyes staring above him as if he could see through it to the surface.

Behind him, the other younglings of the coven crouched, Rage guarding them in his beastial form. And behind them, the tunnel out of the manor, where the fledglings had already gone. He trembled and took a deep, heavy breath as he tried to steady himself.

He could hear, up above, the hunter talking to his mistress's eldest coven member.

He couldn't make out what they were saying.

He had no idea where his mistress has gone.

Only that Kaizo seemed to understand why.

He'd said she intended to lead the hunt away. That the priority would always be the sire, the coven could scatter and come back together once she has either killed the hunter or she has died. The moment they realized she and both hunters were missing and she wasn't coming back, he'd set the coven on plans to flee.

What he wasn't expecting was for the hunter to return so quickly... and without neither a mob nor a larger hunting party.

He is almost alone, with four great hounds... and Paresse. Turned against his own coven, Paresse was with him. Both of them armed to the teeth.

The hounds are loud. He cannot hear the conversation over them. Suddenly they go quiet. The child-shaped vampire at the stairs turned and hissed at them, setting them off running down the tunnel themselves.

---

The scent of silver is strong. The burning around his neck when he turns the wrong way is even stronger.

The collar around his neck is the same as the vampire hunter's hounds. Silver around the neck with a leather cushioning on the inside. Scripture engraved along the edges. The leather cushioning keeps it from beheading him, but too far to either side and it burns.

The silver is supposed to keep vampires in their beast forms from killing the dogs too easily. Michel was clever to think of this secondary use for it.

Paresse wonders if he's too easily impressed by his master. He knows the scent of his sire and the hounds already know not to attack him, even if they snarl in his direction. In her fearful flight, she is easy to smell, and he leads the hunt.

His only blessing is that Vairon still allows him and only him to ride her. He's already warned Michel of her power, that she could fly at speeds faster than a horse can run, but Michel reminds him that she must feed.

He has to feed, too. It only takes a couple days for Michel to realize this. His apprentice was always lanky, but now he has become down right gaunt, and in only the course of a couple days. He absolutely will not let Paresse feed off of the innocent, though.

He sits against a tree... and unbuttons his shirt, yanking one sleeve off his shoulder.

Paresse stares for a long time at the bare flesh. He hears a click, and his eyes snap to the barrel of a gun. Michel's gun.

"You need to eat, don't you? If you so much as clamp down too tight, I'll shoot silver straight into your guts and spill out everything you've eaten."

Paresse swallows thickly and nods. He's reminded of better times as he kneels in front of him. He's so hungry. He's so fucking hungry. Still he hesitates, even hearing the wet, rapid thump of his master's heart that makes him even hungrier. His breath, not even hot anymore, brushes against his master's flesh before he presses a kiss to it. Michel growls at him, but it's with little conviction. He's reminded, too, of other times Paresse's mouth was on his shoulder and his legs between his master's.

He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, letting his fangs sink in. He moans as the wounds open and his mouth floods. It's messy. It's so fucking good. He grabs at his master's shirt, desperately trying to not let any escape him. He's only getting so much after all. His hands grip tighter, he presses into it... and he feels the barrel of the gun dig into his stomach.

"You've had enough."

Paresse whines... and Michel grabs the back of his hair with his free hand and rips him off. Paresse can see the hatred in his face at the sight of his former pupil like this. Eyes dilated, blood smearing his face, fangs out and still dripping venom.

"Clean up your mess and then go back to laying with the dogs..."

Paresse's eyes snapped to said mess, blood smeared and spilled down Michel's shoulder and chest. His hair is released... and he gingerly leans in to lick up what he's allowed to take. The gun stays where it is and when he's gotten all he can... he backs off. He can tell Michel is something akin to impressed by the self control... as if Michel hadn't trained it into him himself. Paresse licks off his own face and moves away, pushing away that angry part of him, that needy part of him, that demands more. Both blood and intimacy. He wants more.

He can't have it. He leans against one of the great mastiffs and savors what little he'd been given as Michel tends to the new wound. He's wavering from the venom... it would be easy to overpower him.

No, it absolutely would not be. He tells that part of himself. He's seen what Michel can do, even high on the venom of a whole den.

In the back of his mind, he wonders what the hell Fussa is thinking.

According to the others of his... former... coven, she stayed and talked her way out of most conflict. And yet she had fled. Kaizo had already set to scattering the coven.

Is she leading them into a trap? Without the church behind them, this is an ancient vampire all alone up against... what? A scorned lover-hunter, a fledgling, two horses, and a few dogs?

If she wants them dead, there is no stopping her.

It'll be one hell of a fight, though.

---

She curls up beneath a bridge, giant wings shielding her from the spray of the water below. She's exhausted. She flew all night. She hopes she left enough of a trail to follow. That her coven would be spared.

She feels him before she hears him, and hears him before she sees him.

"Little mama bat leaving her little bitty pups behind after seeing only one taken to the slaughter? Why, the hounds could be upon the rest by now!"

She peers out between the membranes of her wings. It's a suffocating mist. She hides her face again, and doesn't humor him with a reply.

"Too bad about your pretty little hunter boy. He would have made a good bride for you. You should have just taken him. His faith was already breaking, and you could break his mind like a twig."

She folds her ears back, "Why don't you break the mind of that pretty little hunter who came through my land?"

He doesn't respond, but she can feel his offense like a blade against her neck. She shuffles her wings and buries herself deeper in her own fur, curling closer to the ceiling.

"Leave me be, tormenter."

---

Rage has already cried himself out. Paresse had turned on him. He should have known better. He shouldn't have expected loyalty when he'd urged the man to be disloyal the first time. He's sitting in an attic, like a picture perfect porcelain doll, staring out of a dusty window.

"An image from a maiden's tragedy."

He jumps, nearly out of his skin. He snaps his head to one side... and sees someone standing there. A vampire. Not one he knew.

He scrambles to get up, "Forgive me, I didn't mean to intrude..." He mumbles, thinking he's unknowingly invading another's hunting grounds, "I'm just passing through."

The vampire tilts their head to one side, "I don't care."

Shit. Rage flinched, eyes hardening. Preparing for a fight.

"It's not my house."

Oh. Rage frowns deeply, "Then why are you here?"

"Ohh... just peering in at the ants as they scatter, their queen ripped from their colony because she can't kill a single man to save her entire family."

Something like dread sits in Rage's stomach at the way he says that.

"She saw, you know. Saw him take him, screaming and begging forgiveness. They were alone. She could have done it, youngling. Killed him and stolen her little bitten back. Your lover."

The vampire draws closer, a smile on his face that made Rage retreat faster than he would from the pope, "All for a man who always has and always will hate creatures like her. Like us. And if she had, you would still be at your home. You would be holding him in your arms as the sun rises."

Rage's body began to tremble with anger, with, well, rage.

"But now he sleeps with dogs. A ring of silver around his neck. Not even a month turned, and he's being starved."

"..." Rage held his arms around himself.

"Such anger... but would you do the same? If the tables were turned. If Michel was fledged and Paresse dragging him to the gallows. Could you have killed him?"

Azure eyes held, unsteady, on him, "Why are you doing this?"

A laugh that shook his bones, that made a heart nearly cold beat faster.

"What does one do when they see an ant all on its own? Away from its colony, lost and alone?" The vampire gave him a taunting pout, "Why, he squishes it."

---

A week of hunting, of being treated like the hounds. Every now and then it would seem like any old hunt. They sat around a fire and discussed their quarry's movements. And then Paresse would say something out of line, like he usually did... and the collar was yanked. He'd screech and whimper his apologies before the chain was released and he was sent away.

A week of being fed just enough to keep going every night from Michel's shoulder. The only time he's allowed to get close to him, and he's not allowed to savor it.

A week before they almost skirt around a town... and his head suddenly perks up. Her scent is here. And strong. He tilts his head back and sniffs again, and then his mouth opens just a touch. A noise comes from his throat that makes the horse's ears pin and the dogs start barking. A noise Michel can't hear.

Sure enough, she responds, shocked to hear his sounds. He frowns softly, then nods to Michel, "She's here."

Michel scowls. Of course she's in a public place. He won't risk hurting innocent people and she knows that. He nods and they make their way into the town.

Paresse jerke his head towards a tavern, and they tie the horses up outside. The dogs sit dutifully to keep watch.

Michel tells Paresse to go in, first.

"She knows you're here. She can hear you. Smell you."

Michel's glare sends him in, anyways.

He pushes his way inside and instinctively knows where she is. She knows where he is, too, and their eyes meet. She looks exhausted. She swirls a drink and gives him a weak smile. He imagines he looks much worse. He walks over and quietly sits next to her.

"Well..." She starts, "I'd expected an army... and news of you burning."

Paresse doesn't speak for a moment, "...He's going to give you a choice." His eyes are on the table. She clicks her nails on the glass, then nods.

"... He loves you, you know."

She grips the glass softly, "I know." Her voice is barely a whisper, almost a breath, "I'd already be dead if he didn't. Like a fool I've bared my neck to him every day."

"He's going to hurt you."

"I know." She lifts the drink to her mouth and watches the door swing open again, "And I'm going to let him."

---

Michel has to take a bit to focus, when they'd found her. He can't go into a tavern guns blazing. This isn't how he'd pictured their confrontation happening. He'd imagined some abandoned shack or deep in the woods, maybe even catching her as she fed. Something that... drove it in that she was a beast to be hunted.

But as he forces himself to go in, she's just as she always is. Sitting in a corner booth and drinking. Paresse is next to her. Her eyes are hidden behind smoky quartz lenses, but he can feel them on him. She's pale, lips pressed into a line. Much the same as she'd been when he'd last been alone with her. He isn't sure when he'd walked over. When he sat next to her.

To her left.

She sits the glass down. The tavern sounds continue, unabated by the interaction. Some look their way. After all, two hunters sharing a table with a stranger who'd just arrived in town was definitely interesting. But most were too busy in their own business.

She pulled the frames off of her face and laid them next to the drink, finally turning to make eye contact with him.

"So... what are my options?"

The moment she speaks, it's like... it's like something so soft and yet so broken. The dead body of a chick, newly hatched, that got under the hoof of a horse.

"Come back with me. Back to the village." His expression is hard, "And you will do as I say. You will belong to me. And me alone. And--"

"I already belong to you."

Her words shut his mouth for him. His furrowed brow asks the question for him.

"Michel Dubois, I could have met Jesus Christ himself if I had been more west at the time. I have lived more years than there are people in our village. I could, if I pleased, give you an order you could not refuse and have you kill yourself where you stand. I am ancient and if I don't want to die, then I simply will not." It's a statement. And with the weight in her voice, he believes it. "In all my years I have belonged to two people. My sire, a lord whose name I can't even remember... and you. I couldn't run from her, either."

She throws a glance towards Paresse, "It's why I regret turning him. Because I knew I was stealing him from you. I knew, after it was done, that I had sealed my fate."

"...never did like stealing, did you?" Michel mumbles. It brings a ghost of a smile to her face.

She leans back, "If I take your first option... I ask only one thing."

Michel has listened, wondering all the while if she's telling the truth. If she's just saying what he wants to hear. If she's using the ability Paresse had warned him about. He closes his eye, considering, then nods, "What?"

"That you love me. That you don't resent me."

He lifts a lip in anger... but she doesn't weave her silver threads into her words. She lets him get angry. He can't make a scene. Can't lash out. That's why she picked here. His nails dig into the table, "You used me. Drugged me. You think I haven't realized what you did that night I first smoked with you? You lied and feigned care for the people of the village, yet fed four of them to him--" he jerks his head towards Paresse, "--and then plotted for the blame to fall on an innocent to burn at the stake."

"..." Paresse fidgeted, "I... I killed the first man on accident. He was one of her thralls." He mumbled, "Rage brought me the others, I didn't know--"

"I should have known where he was taking them from, bitten, and stopped him. You don't have to defend me." She sighed at him, then turned back to Michel, "I did drug you, yes... and I took advantage of you. But that was before you smiled at me and asked me if I'd rather be called a lady. Before you defended me and called my fledgling's accusations mere gossip when questioned by the church. Before you comforted me and held me. There's nothing I regret more than hurting you like that."

She sighed as the expression on his face didn't change. "It doesn't have to come immediately. But eventually, I... I'd like to see you smile again, like you did before you kissed me."

"..." Michel stares at her. Some part of him still doesn't really believe it. That she's a vampire. He still hasn't seen it with his own eyes. There was no beast to roar, no fangs, no hiss against the light nor rosary.

She sighs at his silence, "And my other option?"

Still silence.

A twitch of Paresse's mouth. She looks over the fledgling, examining him closer. Seeing his collarbone jutting out, "...you're starving, aren't you, bitten?"

Paresse bites his lip, "Michel has fed me."

"Not enough. You need to be back in the coven." She reaches up and touches his forehead, "You're freezing, too..."

The way she does so is tender, gentle. Shame and disgust run through him at once. He shouldn't feel ashamed for the way he treated Paresse. He was a beast, a demon. At best a tool, though he'd be ashamed for treating his gun so horridly, too.

"We'll stay here for the day." Michel finally spoke, "Do you have a room here?"

She nods and holds out a key to give to him. He takes it, and pauses.

"Does this mean you agree?"

"I told you, I already belong to you. Now let me take care of what belongs to me." She moves closer to Paresse and begins examining his wounds, praising him for not killing Michel out of hunger, and promising she'll get him a proper meal. He stands up and pretends he doesn't hear that last part before going to the bar and ordering a drink for himself.

God knows he needs it.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 19 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.8 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Keep You Warm

Smiling at Liam's little giggles, you keep hiding your face behind a pillow before pulling it away. The silly play has Liam laughing for minutes now, lying on his belly, holding his head up. You and Keanu are on your bed, with the baby in between the two of you.

“Where's the baby?” You ask, pillow covering your face. “There he is!” Pushing it away, you let him see your face again, and another giggle warms your heart. Liam is always happier when you and Keanu are together.

He turns his head away, to Keanu, before laying his head down. “He's tired.”

“God, I am tired.” Whining a little, you turn to lay on your back, looking at the ceiling. “I didn't get any sleep tonight.”

“Why?”

“Thinking a lot.” You decide to tell him, and you're sure it's quite obvious what you've been thinking about.

“You need to rest, beautiful.” Reaching out his hand, Keanu touches your cheek, and you don't push him away anymore. Or flinch. Or feel uncomfortable. You're slowly growing closer again, and it's happening through the last few weeks.

“I know but now...” Pushing yourself up, you sigh. “Laura wants to go shopping so I must accompany her.” Despite having no trouble looking after Liam 24/7, Keanu is still working less than usual, always from home, making sure you have time for yourself. “Will you be alright with Liam?”

“Sure. Go and buy something nice for you.”

“I don't need anything, Ke.” Getting off the bed, you blow Liam a kiss when he turns to look at you. “I'm still using your credit card so I'll only buy stuff I need.” Your job is still secure, thanks to your very awkward relationship with Keanu Reeves, but your doctors still haven't allowed you to go back. The headaches still happen, and some migraines have you basically knocked down in bed all day, in the dark, hoping it'll pass soon. So for now, Keanu is paying for everything you need.

“I'm telling you to buy something. See it as a gift.”

You can't help but smile as you make your way to the bathroom. “I won't spend your money for no reason.”

“And that's why I enjoy going to the mall with you.” He complains, and you can feel the eye roll. You know what he means. Keanu always manages to convince you to buy anything he sees you admiring for too long.

“I'll buy ice cream, maybe. Or a burger. God, it's been so long since I ate fast food.” The diet is still being followed, but today you'll drop it for a few hours.

“Don't go too crazy.” He warns as you peek your head into the bedroom, toothbrush in hand. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle. Keanu won't let you do anything the doctors say would be bad. He's still quite overprotective, and you find it very cute... But there's no way you'll let him know that.

Half an hour later you're off, kissing Liam's cheek and waving at Keanu as you get inside the cab. Hanging out with Laura, when she's shopping specifically, takes hours. So you not only get the ice cream and the burger, but you also have dinner at a restaurant at the mall.

You get back home too late, after ten, so you shower and feed Liam before rocking him to sleep. He's already sleeping in his bedroom and the only bad part is that you have to walk all the way there when he wakes up during the night. But other than that, he's adapting pretty well. After making sure he's on deep sleep, you leave him, carrying the baby monitor with you downstairs where you watch some TV. Laura said something that had you thinking.

She and Keanu have developed a friendship thanks to you, and whenever he doesn't know what to do when you're involved, he calls Laura. And she said he called her someday last week, asking if he was moving too slow or too fast with you. You don't think it's fast at all, he pretty much fell into the same thing he did when you first got here. Allowing you to set the pace, never pushing it, always putting you first.

You find it sweet that he calls her for help, since Laura knows you very well, from before and after the accident. She always tells you though, when he calls and tries her best to put you both on the right path. The one that leads to what you had before. Being together, only this time it would be real.

Taking a deep breath, you can't take the cold anymore, so you turn the TV off and head upstairs, tiptoeing. Rubbing both your arms, you shiver as you walk through the hell. A sudden clicking noise startles you, and your eyes immediately move to Keanu's bedroom, finding him by the door. “Hey.”

“Is everything alright?” Always worried.

“Yes. I was watching TV.” Shyly, you make your way over him, standing before the man. You'll never get used to how tall he is, and you can never ignore how much you like being so smaller compared to him. “But it's really cold.” You manage to say, nervously giggling because you shouldn't think these things. Not anymore. And not until whatever this is, gets a name. “Look.” In a quick motion, meaning to annoy him a little, you sneak both your hands under his shirt, touching his abdomen. Keanu flinches a little, a low chuckle leaving his lips.

But then you realize what you just did, how you have your hands against his body. Blushing and looking down, you clear your throat. “Sorry.” You whisper, starting to take your hands off Keanu when he grabs both your wrists, forcing you to stop.

“Wait until your hands are warm.” His voice is so low you have to pay attention to bring sense to his words.

You really shouldn't... But you can feel the heat irradiating from his skin, and you're so damn close it feels like you're a magnet, being pulled towards him.

And so you move, stepping forward, hands sliding from his abdomen all the way to his back, your fingertips taking in the sensation of touching his skin again. Then you're hugging him, head on his chest as his strong arms hold you close, tightly against his body as if he's scared you could run away at any moment.

You should, but you won't. Being this close to Keanu is inebriating, like an addiction, and you've been self-restraining for far too long. You need his touch, his body. Him.

Eyes closed, you stand on your toes, moving so your face is close to his. When his lips brush on yours, it feels like fireworks start exploding on your stomach, and you know you won't be able to step back now. And when he softly starts pulling you inside, you have no choice but to follow him.

But when he moves away a little, to close the door, you snap, falling back to reality. “I can't, Ke... I can't.” You mutter, holding his arm as he comes to stand before you again. “I thought we were married back then, and we're not so... I just can't until...” Until what? Would Keanu make it real? A real marriage, give you his surname. So you'd be truly his, and he'd be yours?

“We don't have to.” He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. “Just stay here. Let me keep you warm.”

His voice has power over you, so you nod, letting him guide you to the bed, where you climb on after putting the baby monitor on the nightstand. But your eyes are searching for his lips in the dark, longing to at least look at them, as the memories of the many kisses come back, from the first, next to his new bike, to the very last, in Liam's birth.

“Ke...” You whisper, pleading.

“What?” He remains seated, as you sit on your legs, the darkness hiding your heated cheeks.

“Kiss me.” You beg, feeling some tears filling your eyes. You love Keanu, and it hurts to keep this distance. “Like before. Just... Just kiss me as if none of this mess ever happened. As if we belong to each other.”

Keanu doesn't wait for you to say anything else, he just moves, big hands delicately pulling your legs until they're laying over his. Then, his lips come crashing down on yours, and by the fast pace, the need and heat, you can tell he was suffering too, longing for this moment.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you part your lips a little more, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You forgot how amazing he tastes, and you know now that you won't be able to go through long periods without kissing him. It's like a matter of life and death. Like a bare necessity.

When you pull away to breathe, Keanu lies down and you do the same, facing each other. His arms don't let you go, keeping you as close as possible. “We do belong to each other.” He says, softly rubbing the small of your back. “At least I do, (Y/N), you have my whole heart, it's yours.”

“I love you, Ke. You know I do and everything I want is to leave the past behind. I forgive you.” Grabbing a fist full of the soft fabric of his shirt, you feel some tears rolling down. “I forgive you.”

“Be my wife, (Y/N).” He bursts out, and it makes you look into his eyes. “I love you, (Y/N). I want what we had to be real.”

“Yes.” You mutter, more tears rolling down. “I want to be your wife, Ke.” Kissing him again, you only stop when Liam's soft cries reach your ears.

“Someone's hungry,” Keanu says, already getting off the bed. “I'll bring him here.”

“Alright.” Moving into a seated position, you smile to yourself.

This isn't how you thought the night would end, but it's far better than anything you could've imagined.

It doesn't take long until Keanu is back, giving you Liam as you pull down your shirt and bra. You can't help but smile at how respectfully Keanu averts his eyes. Liam quickly starts sucking, eyes shutting close. “Ke, I... I will tell Liam about Daniel, but... You know you're his father, right?” You decide to say it because it's true. Daniel couldn't be here, and Keanu has been taking care of both you and Liam since the beginning. And you know he'll keep doing so. “I want you to be his father. I know he's not yours, but–”

“I love him as if he's my own.” He cuts you off, moving closer and caressing Liam's cheek. “And I'll take care of both of you, for the rest of my life.”

Smiling, you pull him close, kissing him once again.

For the first time since this mess began, you feel at ease. Truly happy. And Laura was right. It's far better to let things go and chose what makes your heart happy. And you're glad you had it in you to finally step and make this decision.

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𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊.

Summary: Where you got a panic attack while attending a lecture at University and Harry's out of reach.

Warning: Angst, ah! yes no worries you'll get fluff in the end.

P.S: 𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

Snuggled into cosy sheets, sweater paws wrapped around a cuppa, the strands of your dark hair tickling the nape of your neck and a sheepish smile of yours crawled against the rim happy while you scrolled through your Instagram feed seeing a short video of Harry singing Landslide on karaoke with his best pal at their get-together.

You and Harry were bestfriends, you met him at a vintage shop in basement where they sell old vintage tees. Despite of knowing who he was you fought with him cheekily over a same 'Pink Floyd's.' T-shirt at that time you guys decided to share it, he'd come to take it from you after every three days a week.

Two years of bestfriendship from you taking him to local south asian and chinese restaurants, to dragging him to yearly fair demanding him to win a bunny for you, to going on a competition for free pizzas only ending up loosing because you were litreally about to go sick, dancing like a maniac at the low price arcade at your university's backstreet, to him dragging you to his friends get-togethers which are quite fun they are super chill but your anxiousness is a little bitch she pops out of nowhere but Harry doesn't mind at all.

Now you're here. Being his lover for an year. He confessed his love for you when he was high on shrooms and you laughed it off tucking him to sleep at his place because he always used to say he 'loves you.' but that was in friends typa way until at the Christmas time while you were having fun for real at Jeff's house with Harry crowded by his mates that one of the Jeff's friends approached you and Oh dear lord' from even so far Harry's sight was dagger to a prey and was hot on his heels, if he would have been a cartoon character red smoke could have seen through his ears.

"Pet?" His brows kinked together as he squeezed you to a corner and he pulled at his bottom lip when your attention was on that guy waving you good-bye, "what Harry?" You asked him nonchalantly peering him through your down gaze.

It was enough to pinch his nerves and Amy one of his girl friend smirked watching the scenario when he was taking both of you to rooftop. With folded forearms you smiled with a certain mischief at the clear jealousy of him ripping through his every action, "jus' wanna protect ye', kiddo." He paced back to you sighing with a painful clench in his chest. He wanted to spill out but why the hell it was so difficult.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened like a deer under the moonlight at his obvious incoherence and he hissed pulling at his roots so you retorted calmly, "relax he was just a guy graduated in the same degree as me." You wanted him to confess his feeling out to you, at many occasions you guys joked about marrying eachother if you both fail to find your perfect partner. Like when you got all sentimental seeing Jeff's first baby at the hospital, getting a baby fever wanting one bubba right that time and Harry joked if any consequences he would help you put a baby in you and trust me nobody in the room laughed, they had deadpaned faces, they all know you guys have crossed the borderline but are playing blind.

His friends have inner jokes for you and Harry, their famous four bets on when Harry will ask you out, his first love confession to you, him proposing you and what your first born would be. Half of them lost more money than they could have imagined in a group of seven, Amy was smirking with full heart because she was praying maybe this time she'll win the bet.

"He looked like he drank 'is arse off." You rolled your eyes at his anxious quip wrapping your cardigan closer to your chest muttering under your breath and Harry's head snapped from your feet to your face, he knew it was ending point of his act "Harry he was completely sober."

He still remained firm at his ground pouting as his curled fingers brushed your elbows to bring you closer, "...but he's still a guy, ye' know.." You wanted to laugh at his face at his silly comment but instead arched your brow sternly.

"So. You aren't?" His heart-shaped lips bubbled around his words but you cut him off, "because if I remember last time you had a dick in between your legs." At this he strewned his lip inside not to chuckle how cute dirty words sounds coming out of your lips.

You frowned feeling cold when he pulled back from you turning his back to you to take a deep breath and his eyes were darker than before from frustration when he turned to face you.

"'Kay fuck. I love you, that's it. happy? I love you and don't wanna loose ye' to anyone!" You knew it coming but not like a bullet so it hit you like one freezing your breath into cold dense air, "you do?" You were at loss of words padding towards him for reassurance as if you're his little girl.

When you were inches away from him He noded without any hesitation saturating even that distance, "yes. I do. Since we've met, since you've invaded all of mind and heart." He wrapped you in his warm conforting arms humming when he snoggled his cheek against your hair.

You playfully scowled at him, "well didn't do that on purpose." Your naughtiness of that moment vanished into air when he asked you sincerely breath tasting you, "can I kiss ye' sweet girl?" Your single nod and his lips were on yours into a deep open mouthed passionate kiss, like how lovers kiss.

His cold finger-tips brushed the under shell of your earlobes earning a shuddering moan and you slipped your hands into the front pockets of his trousers.

Your own icy hands causing him to buck his hips into yours and the sensual touch made you both a whimpering mess. Tongues caressing, lips swiping, teeth nibbling and noses brushing as you kissed until your lips froze to mist.

"Cold?" You admired his after tenderness, lips magenta from heavy makeout session and he twirled a loose errand of your hair around his shiny jewl clad finger kissing your forehead and taking your hands in his bringing them closer to his lips to blow out his warmth to them.

But, there was another pair of eyes watching you astonished and somewhat gasping in awement. Amy, she came to call you guys. Then she rushed back downstairs doing a little prance and all of the people watched her in confusion.

"Ten, ten bucks each. C'mon bitches Harry said I love you to y/n!" Everyone squealed happily at her enthusiastic announcement only groaning at the end when she made a grabby hand, "I won. Now gimme my money."

Even though they all knew they acted like nothing happened respecting your guys descion of whenever you'd like to share your relationship to them, both you and Harry couldn't hold longer.

Your affection it's not new you've been affectionate to eachother since the very start, but this one have meaning and feelings, deep sensations. Hand grazes, knee touches, teasing glances, innocent bantering as if you could rip each others clothes right infront of them, closeness and quite fuck visits in their washrooms were getting obvious day by day and you ended up telling them getting showered in blessings in return.

Right now, with a shake of your head you went past through your boyfriend's antics going through Instagram stories. Your brows furrowed together in curiosity when you came through a post that had a large 'sensite content.' written on it.

This's what happens when curiously takes best of you. You end up doing things you regret time after and this's what happened to you.

"My god!" You clamped your palm over your mouth, eyes widening in horror and nerves crippling in fear. The gor video full of cruelness and blood infront of you making your body shudder.

𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡! 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡! 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑦/𝑛!!!!

Your mind screamed at you to just move past it but your eyes remained numbed to same video and your heart's weeping for the poor women in the video but you're rigid in your sheets with the cup of tea shaking with the shudder of your fear.

Then the consciousness hit you like a train and you snapped out of it quickly shutting your phone throwing it carelessly on the sheets, putting the porcelain cup with a shivering hand onto nightstand.

You shrinked into your sheets trying to calm your breaths. Bolting shut your eyes you shrugged and shook your head many times to get rid of the same image circling in your mind like a demon trying to haunt you.

You stopped breathing without realizing arm over your forehead as you stared the ceiling, lip sucked into your mouth and talking to yourself you tried to concentrate on something else.

You're feeling it coming. It's collecting in the form of bile in your throat and when you were talking with yourself. Your stupid obnoxious brain played your voice ten times faster and it echoed inside your own fleshy bones like a broken record in the barren house of devil.

You're hating it. You inhaled an audible gasp of loud horrific breath shoting up from your sleeping position throwing your duvet to ground ready to run away, you're trying to run away from yourself from your bloody damn thoughts.

You want Harry. He knows about your anxiety and panic attacks. You had your fair amount of panic attacks in his presence, but he always managed to bring you back to him. He used to make you practice breathing patterns and techniques on how to escape from your own subspace.

The first time you got it infront of him was when everyone protested that you should stay for sometime more but it was already two in the morning and you had an exam in the next morning it was just for him that you went along, but you were kinda angry on your own self for taking risks for just a friendship. Then it came into a black pitch waves of suffocation in his car while he was driving you back home, he was unaware of your condition and practically cried when he couldn't bring you back to him.

That night he slept in your bed for the first time. He wanted to stay closer to you in any case, you were sad that you made him worried for no-reason but he shushed you with infinite forehead kisses, he whisper yelled at you full of concern if he might be suffocating you but you giggled a "no." kissing his cheeks getting cosy in his embrace eyes drooping to sleep. He used to sing lullaby to you when you were having it bad particular nights.

Now, he wasn't here and you thought of calling him many times but decided against it only being your own helper. Taking a deep breath, you sang his lullaby to yourself, not letting tears to fall and reminisced all of the lovely memories of you together. Your kisses. Your laughs. Your cuddles. Your lovemaking. Your cooking failures together.

With all of these memories you were back in your bed closing your eyes only hearing Harry's soft affectionate rasps in your ears.

.

In the morning you have long forgotten that even the video existed. You were surprisingly fresh walking to your university's building in long strides, greeting everyone and anyone.

Harry just woke up from his lazy slumber. Making an orange juice for himself, his head heavy and he's in no mood to look at his phone. Grabbing his journal and putting on his rings, a special copper one that you gifted him on his ring finger smiling at it like a foolish fucker and pecking it shyly remembering you.

"Heyyy. H!" When he entered studio everyone greeted him joyfully and he hugged them all handing breakfast to each one of them he bought after standing in a queue for half an hour, "how's y/n?" Sarah asked chewing her bagel sitting behind the drums and the seed of distress sprouted in his stomach that he hasn't asked his bubby if she slept good lastnight? What she had in breakfast? If her day's going well.

There's this certain instinction that's making him restless but he can't quite put a finger on it.

"She's good. Gets a lill cranky if I win form 'er at the '10 phase' uno game." He chuckled with a hint of love under his tone his previous thoughts of checking onto you again slipping from his mind.

Plugging his phone to charger he rushed back to his favourite spot quickly taking his journal and pencil to scribble something.

It's your English lecture. The day went well. But now it's not. You're zoning out knowing how boring the lecture sounds.

You stared the way you drew your pencil into unstopping circles at the corner of page and your head was a dark vacant space when the way you acted last night flashed in your mind then the reason behind it, that damn video.

The video displaying like a reel in your mind again as if you're there experiencing it with your body. You twitched, and closing your eyes you snapped your head to side several times when the cold sweat broke at the back of your neck and shudder ran down your spine.

When you snapped for the tenth time in row a hand came squeezing yours, "you okay?" You slowly looked up at the guy sitting beside you as the professor's voice billowed further from you.

You just stared him numbly, tears making your sight blurry. Your breath hitching in your lungs and you can feel it clawing at you like a demon. To avoid getting made fun of yourself you stood up leaving your things and rushed for the door, when a hand came wrapping around your wrist in a tight grip.

"Where are you going miss? This's not acceptable." Your karen professor's voice sliced through your ears and your lungs are tightening with each passing second, everything spinning around you and all you're thinking's if you'd make it alive through this dark box of suffocation.

"S-sorry...I-I have to go—" You tried to stutter in between your broken breaths and she scowled burning her grip into your wrist. Your cheeks numb as you didn't feel tears slipping down to the valley of your breasts, "tell me the reason and I'll let you." Your head fell back at that and you bolted your eyes shut as tight as possible. Then when you tried to inhale you couldn't and everyone around hooed loudly watching you in shock as you tried to escape her with weak crying attempts.

"Let me go!" You shrieked. With wide eyes she let you and you fell to ground painfully hard. It was coming. You sobbed out harshly but it went silent at the end and you bunched your shirt atop your heart when your vision went pitch black, whole body shaking and you forgot even if the oxygen existed.

It's consuming you. Everything around you moving in slow motion. Their shouts for you like a sleepy mumble and it's just Harry's lullaby melodic in the pocket of your heart but it's cold and deserted with nothing but claustrophobia shoving you brutally into darkness where nobody could hear you crying.

You act like a lioness ready to kill anybody while you're having a panic attack and when some hand came to help you. You screamed and growled swatting them away "Don't fuckin' touch me!—" even though your ears are buzzing and you gasped loudly to get some air but it's not helping. God help me, please. You prayed.

Your classmate went through your emergency phone numbers finding Harry's at the top and it ringed sitting in the other room from him.

Then he dialed another one. It was studio's landline, Harry has filled that number without your knowledge and well it helped.

"Harry?" The drums came to halt, the guitar was stopped mid shrivel and Harry's high note fell to ground when the receptionist came with a cordless phone.

"A phone for you from y/n university—" It was enough to smack his breath away and he scurried to his feet taking the phone hastily from her hold, controlling his voice to not yell at the person in his own anxiousness.

He tucked it beneath his ear taking the car keys and his phone out of instinct because when it's you he's always on alarm. What he heard from other side made his knees jello and ribs to knock in two, "fuck. Yeh. 'M comin' jus' yeah, make her breath gently....." He tried to instruct your classmate.

He cursed himself. Not giving two fucks if he broke every speed limit. His knuckles going white and he repeated a mantra of "breath baby. m' sweet sweet girl jus' breath." but he was just saying this to himself because you wasn't in his arms and he wasn't calming you, he's blaming all this on himself.

He didn't even parked his car. Striding inside the lobby and asking for you. After fifteen minutes of no breathing as you were about to hit the deep end you inhaled loudly filling your lungs with proper oxygen causing your eyes to go bloodshot and everyone sighed in relief.

Your classmate took you to University's healthcare room so someone guided Harry there. You had your knees tucked close to your chest, head resting on them to block any light as you whimpered with innocent small hiccups.

Your heart beat racing. Head hurting and chest aching from the after effect.

Harry had to get support of door's frame when his eyes fell over you. Over his Angel that was shrinked pitifully like she's scared of world crying on her own.

The sheets of stretcher rustled under his weight as he slowly and gently wrapped his arms around her, "baby..." He cooed on the verge of tears and she didn't had to look up to know he's here, his scent was enough to relax her mind.

Her parted lips moist over the crook of his neck as she sobbed into him. He tenderly rocked her, running his hand soothingly at her back, kissing her head and her nose wiping her tears "'m so sorry, my baby. my life. 'M so sorry."

You fisted his shirt, face smashed into his chest to avoid the world while embracing your own world, your Harry as he walked both of you to his car carrying your stuff too with him. He helped you sit inside the car rounding to the driver seat and he leaned to kiss your forehead, glossy eyelids and a peck to your lips never letting his concern divert from you as he drove home.

He made you comfortable into your bed, wrapping his forearms around your tummy and soothing your arms down to tranquil your heartbeats.

He knows it's hard for you to talk so he didn't tried to get words out of you. He just wants to be there for you, physically, spiritually, mentally. He's all yours.

After long hour you spoke voice barely above a whisper, "t-they all are gonna think 'm weird." Harry felt something jabbing his sides at her statement and he cradled her chin intensely looking her in eyes.

"No angel. I promise you they wouldn't. See how your classmate called me the very moment you weren't responding? They all genuinely cared for yer', y/n" He stroked the apple of her cheeks and she sighed waveringly new tears glistening at her eyelids.

"Thought I wasn't gonna see you ever again." Her words hit him like death and at that moment he realized they're more than just best friends, just lovers, they are soulmates and Harry would be devastated without her.

His music. His fashion. His cheekiness. His softness. His humbleness will all be gone because he's so dependent on her for everything.

She frowned lightly when Harry hugged her close to his heart, his cheek stuffed into the crook of her neck and when his wet lips rumbled with a sob she pulled him back from shoulders cupping his cheeks.

"Harry? Hey, bambi eyed. Baby look at me." You sniffled wiping your every tear and he refused to look at you sobbing hoarsely, squeezing you to feel you for his dear life.

"Don't say somethin' like that. I wouldn't be able to live without ye'." He muttered silent tears soaking her neck collecting at the dip of her collarbones. She played with his curls smooching his cheeks cooing at him, "'m here baby. in your arms. 'm fine, we're fine." She gave him an eskimo kiss when he finally pulled back. Eyes fluttering as she took a deep breath feeling her lungs nutritioning after so long.

"Did you forgot your promise of making me your babies momma or I've to make you remember?" She tried to light up the mood and he just chuckled kissing her lips, when he stood up she pouted making grabby hands at him.

"Hold me?" She asked innocently. Harry ducked down brushing her hair and kissing her head, "gonna run a bath for us sweet angel."

Interlacing your fingers he guided you to your bathroom. Rose candle's flame flickered a shadow onto mauve tiles as the water had pink waves, the scent is so him and it calmed your nerves down.

He undressed you with soft movements, planting a kiss to your shoulder when you were complete naked infront of him. Settling inside the porcelain tub he took your hand helping you inside, making you sit in between his legs.

Your back to his chest. Head resting on his shoulder and his breath fanning your cheeks. It's nothing sexual. Just you two relaxing your nerves.

He coiled his hands over your tummy, running his thumb in careless patterns near your belly button as the water droplets dropped from his curl atop your breasts.

Exhaustion taking over you. Your eyes drooping and you've no idea when he took you out changing you into his clothes and into bed slipping under covers with you.

"'M always gonna be there for ye', whatever it will take my soul to." His whispers caused your lips to curl in a smile and you hummed snuggling your face into his arm scooping you to him.

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A/N: I know it's very excruciating for people going through this difficulty, we don't have Harry physically in our lives but he has helped us alot. I feel you and I believe you. It's okay after every hardship there's a moment of happiness personally created for you. All the love!

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Landslide - Part Two

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Part One - Part Three

“Mr. Zhongli!”

You snapped your eyes open and jerked upright. Breathing was painful and your vision was swimming, yet you knew immediately that you were very far from home. What happened to the room you were in? Who was this orange-haired man with his hand on your shoulder and worry in his blue eyes? And who was Zhongli? You’d never heard that name before, and you were certain the confusion was plastered all over your face, for the man’s eyes didn’t stray too far. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He said. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Who are you?” You croaked trying and failing to stand off of the wall you were leaning against. 

The man laughed, but you saw the way his gaze hardened. “You’re funny, gramps.”

Gramps? Your eyes widened as you looked down at your hands. They were much larger than yours and, even with gloves on, you could feel that something else was different about them. The skin just didn’t feel right against what you assumed was leather. In fact, your whole body felt strange, and not just because you were taller. This suit - why were you in such fancy attire? - was too tight. The shirt underneath and accompanying tie felt like it was choking you, only adding to your panic. You reached up to loosen them, earning a raised eyebrow from your companion. “It’s… warm,” you said lamely as you pulled your hand away. Your voice was deeper than you expected and you swallowed trying to clear some of the dryness in your throat. 

“Uh huh,” The man didn’t look convinced. 

“I need to… go home,” you managed to croak out. Your head was pounding and you were surprised you hadn’t passed out already. 

“Alright then,” The man said. “Lead the way.”

You stared at him, mind racing. You couldn’t recognize the city, much less lead him to a possible home. If this was Liyue, it was a part you’d never been to before. And, considering that you and your friends had gone practically everywhere out of the name of curiosity, you knew that was nigh impossible. But what could you do? Your heart was racing. Your mind was frazzled. Everything was unfamiliar and terrifying. Yet this man was giving you an expectant look and was clearly in no hurry to help. So, you pushed off the wall you were leaning on and took your first step… only to promptly tumble right into your companion’s arms. “Whoa there,” He said as he adjusted his grip to help you back to your feet. “Alright, alright. I’ll get you home. But you owe me.” 

You grumbled a thank you, ignoring the incredulous look on his face as he led you through the crowded streets. You looked around trying to be discreet as possible, but you were certain you were failing miserably. Everything was impossibly loud with people yelling above each other as they haggled for goods or paraded their products to anyone who would listen. The scent of food of all kinds made your stomach rumble, but you were overwhelmed. You’d never been to a market like this before. Sure, the local mall was always busy, but this was different. It felt like your senses were far better than they should have been. Everything bled together into a mush of sights and smells that made you want to crawl into a hole and disappear from it all. But you forced yourself to keep walking, trying your best to find your footing in this unfamiliar body. 

What happened? You still didn’t know, nor did you think you could figure it out in your current state. You could try asking the man, but he seemed suspicious of you as it was. A part of you hoped this was just some elaborate dream that you and Hu Tao could laugh about in the near future. But everything felt too real. You felt too sluggish and out of control. And you rarely dreamt anymore. At least… not this vividly. But if it was real… then what did that mean for you? 

Were you actually in someone else’s body? Maybe this Zhongli person? And if that were the case, what had happened to him? You couldn’t feel another presence, though you weren’t certain you could pick that out of the mess in your head if you tried. You desperately wished that this man would at least tell you his name so you had something to ground you, but you also didn’t want to ask. You had no way to pretend that everything was alright. Without this man’s memories or any clue where you were, you’d have better luck trying to feed fish to a gummy bear. 

The two of you turned into an alleyway and walked further and further from the crowds. The buildings became more and more dilapidated as you passed by. An uneasy silence settled between the two of you and a small part of you wondered if you should try to run. This surely couldn’t be the way to your home… right? Why would this person own such a nice suit but live in such a dark and dreary place? “Wait…” You said. 

Suddenly, he spun around and shoved you against a nearby wall. You cried out in surprise as a blade made of water appeared inches from your throat. A vision. Hu Tao had one too, but you hadn’t been blessed with such a thing. Your handful of friends all had, but that was an exceedingly rare phenomenon. The fact that this man had one… and was using it so flippantly...

“Where is he?” His voice was cold. Ruthless even. 

“I don’t…” You gulped, eyes wide as you grabbed onto his arm. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t move. “How did you know?”

He scoffed. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“I never…”

“You don’t even know my name,” He hissed. “And your eyes… they’re all wrong. Who are you? What are you doing here? Where is he?”

“Please,” You said. “I woke up like this and that’s all I know.”

He scanned your face and you assumed he was searching for some sign of a lie. “I don’t know,” You repeated. He didn’t respond, but his eyes narrowed. After a painfully long moment of silence, the blade disappeared and the man pulled away. You gasped for air as your feet hit the ground and propped yourself up against the building. The man crossed his arms, clearly unamused. “Wonderful,” he said. “How am I going to explain this to anyone?”

“I have to be dreaming,” You said as you shook your head. “I have to be…”

“Afraid not,” The man said. “Last time I checked, I’m very real.”

“Who are you?”

“Childe,” He said. You blinked and he rolled his eyes. “It’s an alias.”

“That’s… good to know.”

“He’s really gone?”

You pointed at yourself. “This… Zhongli person?”

“Yes.”

“I’m trying to figure that out myself,” You stood up as straight as you could and dusted off your jacket with some semblance of dignity.

“Do you have any of his memories?”

“No.”

Childe broke into a fit of laughter. You stared at him, trying to discern what was so funny about this situation as he keeled over in front of you. “Oh this is rich!” He said. “You’re stuck in that body and you don’t have a clue who it is?”

“His name is Zhongli… right?”

“You could say that’s an alias too.”

“What’s his real name?”

“I’m not sure I should even tell you.”

“Then what’s the point of this conversation?”

“Come on,” Childe said. “Let’s get you home and we’ll figure things out from there.” 

“We’ll?” You said. “You’re not… going to leave me?”

Childe snorted. “And miss this entertainment? Absolutely not.

Zhongli awoke in a bed far bigger and much softer than his own in a blue room. He blinked a few times, but nothing changed. He winced as he sat up, trying to stretch out the numbness in his limbs. It took a great deal of effort to actually get out of bed. But once he did, he was met with a mirror. Golden eyes widened in shock as he realized that the rest of his body was completely foreign. He had never seen you in his life. Of that he was certain. And a quick glance around the room told him he wasn’t in Liyue anymore. There were devices made of metal and plastic that he didn’t recognize sitting on dark furniture. Pictures hung on the wall over a desk, and he was surprised to recognize a few of the people as teenagers he'd seen around Liyue. Each one was dressed far differently than usual but the rest was the same. Books were scattered in all directions, some open and some not. Remove those and the room was mostly clean with the exception of a few unfolded clothes by the laundry hamper. 

A voice echoed into the room. “No, I don’t know what happened.” Hu Tao? Her voice was uncanny, but it couldn’t be her. At least, not the Hu Tao he knew. Zhongli wasn’t even sure he was in the right world. Everything was unfamiliar and far too real to be a dream. But what had happened to him? If he had passed out, then Childe would have taken him home. At least, Zhongli hoped he would. Maybe he’d take him to Hu Tao, but that would probably end in disaster. 

And what about you?

“Hold on,” Hu Tao’s voice said. “I’m going to check on her.”

The door swung open and Hu Tao stepped in, gripping a strange black rectangle to her chest. Her eyes met Zhongli’s and she exhaled before pulling the thing back to her ear. “She’s awake. I’ll call you later.” She tapped on the front of it and tossed it to the bed before sitting down and taking his hand. “Thank the archons. I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance.”

“Ambulance?” Zhongli said. 

She stared at him before reaching out and pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. “You’re not burning up… Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I… feel fine,” Zhongli said awkwardly, uncertain where he should take this conversation. Telling her the truth seemed like the last possible option, though he doubted he could keep up any kind of charade. He didn’t know you. He didn’t know what you did or what you liked or your relationship with this Hu Tao. He didn’t know any of your friends or even where he was. He couldn’t even recall the layout of your own house, confirming that your own memories had not transferred to him. Still, he was as calm as he could be given the circumstances. He’d witnessed many strange things over the last 6,000 years and had even heard of magical events such as this one. He never thought he’d be a part of it, though.

“You don’t look fine,” Hu Tao said. “Your eyes are all wrong.” 

“They’re…” Zhongli trailed off, uncertain how to explain that either. “Did I have any plans for today?”

Hu Tao blinked. “Well, we were going to meet our friends at your coffee shop this afternoon, then head to the arcade for the night. But considering what happened… maybe you should stay home.”

“It’s alright,” Zhongli said. He wouldn’t get anywhere by staying home. The best thing for him to do now was to figure out his surroundings, then search for the solution. If he was lucky, he might run into an adepti that could help. “I shall accompany you.”

Hu Tao raised an eyebrow. “Why are you speaking like that? Did that cube do something?”

“What cube?”

She paused for a moment before leaving the room and returning with the dumbbell. Zhongli stared at it as he reached out, taking it into his hand. It was heavier than he remembered - though, without his Geo powers to manipulate it, he wasn’t surprised - but it was undeniably his. “Where did you get this?”

“I bought it,” She said. “Did you hit your head on the way down?”

Zhongli hesitated, but only for a moment. He needed to play along for now as trying to explain the circumstances behind her friend’s sudden change would surely cause some issues. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to hide his manner of speech, but maybe he could get away with being quiet for now. “I just need some rest.” He said. 

Hu Tao shook her head. “I’ll give you an hour, then we’re heading out, okay?” Zhongli nodded as she hopped off the bed and left the room.

Tag List: @sprayio​, @kimura-uzuri

[adelaidedrubman]

'does that feel good?' maybe for the chaotic jessie and john? 🤔✨

babe i gotta apologize because i feel like you always send me the softest and sweetest choices of the prompts and i always say "cool time to do something fucked up and evil with it." sorry. i am who i am. thanks for sending nonetheless.

word count: 3.3k (brevity? never heard of her)

pairing: john/jestiny

warnings: NSFW, bitches who should really just go to fucking therapy.

There were many, many ways Jestiny fantasized about breaking John Seed. Scenarios dreamed up late at night of ways to make him beg her for mercy, how it would look to finally see fear flash uncontrolled in his eyes, how icy blue could melt and ripple with panic. How he'd look trembling in terror when he had nowhere to run, lips quivering as he pleaded to her for his life — the exact kind of desperate and helpless creature he'd tried to corner her to become. She wanted to see his body shake. His chest heave. His eyes gather tears.

But most of all, she wanted to hear that insufferable voice break. Those smooth, rich satins that swathed over her ears like a cocoon in showy, theatrical intonations, fluid baritones she hadn't heard falter even in the deadliest of situations. Oh, it would be a divine rhapsody to hear it crack with worry and uncertainty, to hear him choke on the thick honey he tried to feed her, struggle to swallow it back down his own throat. To hear him gasp, cry out. For the smooth, powerful glaze of his voice to splinter and shatter under pressure, fracture into weak, uneven sobs. She practically lived already for those rare moments she could hear the nearly imperceptible hitch of his breath in the heartbeat after she managed to do something he hadn't planned out for her.

And it was probably that exact focus, that single minded drive to see him break, that was ultimately her downfall. She would blame it on that, along with the fact that adrenaline is a strange and indiscriminate chemical rushing through every crawling vine of forking blood vessels without direction, lighting up every nerve ending in its coursing path.

And she felt that first spike of adrenaline, that heavy piercing chill through the center of her chest, the moment she opened the door to the spare bedroom above the Spread Eagle its owner had been nice enough to lend her these past weeks, sensing a foreign presence almost instantly. Something unnatural prickling against her skin before she even saw him in her periphery, willing her eyes to stay down, not dart to him instinctively to assess if the figure sitting with legs crossed atop her bed was a mirage of stress and exhaustion.

And because this was at the end of the day always a dance, and one of them would certainly get killed eventually trying not to be the first to flinch, rather than whip around in panic and hurry back through the door, scamper back down the steps to scream for help, she instead, still refusing to meet his stare directly, calmly and softly shut the door behind her as she stepped into her room. And somehow the act of forcing her body to go through the pantomime of calm indifference made it seep into her psyche in actuality, replaced that initial flash of flight or fight with annoyed resignation. Of course he's here, might as fucking well be.

"So how the fuck did you get in here?" She asked as she crouched down to tug apart the laces of her boots and slip them off. No, I'm not running, you fucking run. She didn't think she'd ever been so acutely cognizant of her body language before she'd experienced being watched by him, never thought to pack meaning into every slight movement. The same way he did.

Dance, dance.

"I could ask you the same question. This place doesn't belong to you." She could hear the heavy thrum of him spinning the gun stored in her nightstand against the surface of the table, the rhythmic scraping of metal gliding against wood, his own wordless language. Look at me look at me it whirred. Childish man. "It was rightfully claimed in the name of the Father."

"Then why isn't he the one here to run me out?" She asked, walking calmly to open the drawer of her chest. Try harder. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She pressed further as she pulled her shirt over her head to continue undressing for bed, throwing it to the ground carelessly. I'm staying here.

"I could ask you the same question," John chimed again. Thud. His hand landing on the nightstand, atop the gun, stopping its spinning. Look! "This town was never really yours to reclaim in the first place, you don't care about it. It never belonged to you, and now it is supposed to belong to our family."

"Yeah, and you've made it abundantly fuckin' clear you can take it back anytime you damn well please." She turned her back to him as she unhooked her bra, exposing the bare expanse of skin to him. I dare you. "And kill me whenever you feel like it, too."

Clink clink. He pulled back the pistol's slide.

She threw an oversized sleep shirt over her head, pulling it down over her shorts before unbuttoning and stepping out of them. The shirt's hem fell just above her knees, the sleeves draping down to her elbows. She smoothed it over her thighs one last time before finally turning to face him, show him the blank tranquility of her face. The hardened amber of her eyes. The weathered, flaking print of her shirt, which read 'I had a ball at the 2013 Testy Festy!'

"So either do it now, or get the fuck out of my bed, man. I'm tired," she droned as she walked closer towards him, hovering over his spot seated there.

He slid the magazine from the gun, turned a moment to place it lovingly beneath her pillow like a present for a child, sat the body of the gun back on her nightstand. He crossed and uncrossed his legs, dusting his pants off before smiling up at her, meeting her stare with that artificial friendliness in his eyes.

"I'm tired too," he replied, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Tired of giving out chances. Tired of waiting for you to come to terms with the reality of your situation."

She hated that feigned sympathy he always spoke with, the way everything he said was weighted with the insinuation that he was doing you the most magnanimous favor, and oh shouldn’t you be grateful, yes you’re welcome.

“Tired of giving you time to play your little games.”

And that did it.

That’s when she felt the slight little twitch of her nose, the tiniest movement towards crinkling in anger before she could suppress the reflex, but even when she did she knew it was too late, that little flutter was enough. She’d reacted, she’d blinked first, she’d shown him she could still be provoked, still be baited; was still ready to hang herself on his hooks.

So she might as well follow the reflex to completion, she decided that same instant, lunging at him without restraint.

And that probably would have been fine too, but it had started, gone wrong, with the guttural impulse that she would fuck up his hair, because the slick gelled locks were one of those things polished and impeccably styled about him, and the easiest and quickest to break apart, a convenient target to dig claws into, feel product hardened strands crunch between her fingers.

And maybe it was because time moved differently around him, a little fucked up like him, a little twisted and distorted — but she swore she heard him gasp the moment she buried her fingers there, before she even tugged and yelled in his face — because she already felt a sick little rush of satisfaction by the time she shouted.

“I’m the one fucking playing games?!” She had a fistful of hair to pull at now and did so remorselessly, watching his cheeks warm with pink in reaction, finally a reflex he couldn’t control. “All you’ve been doing with me is playing sick fucking games! I’m just trying to survive!”

Of all the things she’d taken from him, all the homes and farms and businesses she’d reclaimed, she immediately counted seeing him wince in earnest in that moment as her greatest victory over him, his face reddening and contorting in, she imagined, some mixture of pain and fear. Finally.

“Fuckin’ say something!” She commanded, tugging harder to jerk his head back, expose his throat a bit, Adam’s apple dancing towards the sky, then pushing her clenched fist back again, forcing him to face her.

He didn’t speak yet, but finally opened the eyes he’d screwed shut when she'd lunged, exposing the blues buried between squeezed together lids beneath sloping furrowed brows. He opened his mouth as well to speak, his bottom lip giving that subtle frightened quiver she’d always dreamed of seeing, that silent begging.

“F-Fuck,” was all he said we he did finally speak, a shudder carrying the word out through his body past his lips to flutter rather than glide through the air to her ears, the way she'd always wanted. And feeling it reverberate against her was what made her finally gain full awareness of the fact she’d climbed atop his lap when she pounced at him. Then, the fact that those inky blacks of his eyes rippled outward rather inward when she pulled at his locks, that the place his brows pinched together raised upward towards his forehead rather than downward towards the bridge of his nose, that the breaths he sucked in grew sharper and heavier rather than lighter as she relaxed her grip to rest buried in dark locks.

Satisfaction churned sick and sweltering inside her, but didn’t sour to repulsion, not even a bit, as she settled into understanding.

"What?" She cooed with the same feigned innocence she was accustomed to receiving as she curled her fingers together to grip and pull again, this time lightly, playfully, "Does that feel good?"

"I think you can at least manage to figure that one out for yourself," he panted back at her with sarcasm. But from between light gasps the words didn't carry the usual sharpness, didn't bother her the way they otherwise might have, now more the lashing out of a wounded animal than the demeaning strike of a predator.

"Don't tell me you've actually been following all those stupid purity rules?" She taunted with a snicker, now stroking her fingers almost lovingly against his scalp, resting a second hand just below his collarbone to trail along the exposed skin of his chest. "How long has it actually been since someone's touched you like this?"

John’s eyes grew briefly icy again as he jerked a hand up to grasp her wrist, circling around it and squeezing firmly as he pulled her hand from its place atop his chest. And time distorted a little again, stretching on as they sat there, eyes locked in a tense stare, trying to read each other. But just as she felt she’d finally determined the meaning of his rough grip, his cutting glare, that it was all cold fury and embarrassed resentment, he pulled her hand down instead to press her palm against the front of his jeans where he strained rigid against the fabric.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, letting eyes soften once more with a flutter of his lashes to enshroud them, just as he bucked helplessly against her hand. And it finally occurred to her then, seeing him shaking and gasping the way she’d always wanted, stuttering out broken words and struggling for any semblance of composure as he jerked his hips to follow her touch, that there were in fact so many ways to break a man, to make him unravel in front of her eyes. And this, she thought, watching pink creep down his neck with a shiver, was easily the most delicious one.

And that’s how quickly it happened, how quickly her focus shifted to make her determined to make him fall apart beneath her in pleasure rather than pain or fear. So furiously determined that she didn’t even dare to lift her right hand from rubbing him through jeans as her left lowered to join it working to undo his pants, only removing it when it was brushed aside by her left pushing down pants and underwear to expose him, circling hard around the base of his cock, never giving him a moment of freedom from her touch. He bucked forward again into the encircling palm, letting out that needy, broken little cry that hummed so good inside her.

“Yeah, show me how bad you fuckin’ need this,” she rasped at him, caressing and pushing along his balls with her right hand before moving it up to stroke his length at a devastatingly slow pace, watching desperation grow in the furrow of his brow. “How fuckin’ bad you need me.”

That drove John to open his eyes again as he thrust hips to meet her strokes, look at her with that same focus he always had, not clouded at all by the frenzy of his body. “I need to be inside you,” he rumbled, thick and rich and fluid but with that little tremble of need she liked, just what she liked. “Let me,” he said, something between ordering and begging in that deep, groaning voice.

She wasn’t receptive to either. “No,” she responded firmly, letting a hand find its way back into his hair to pull, expose his neck to her. She knew she was denying herself too, that she was slickening and aching as she touched him, that feeling the hardness in her hand press against those needing walls inside her would feel so good. But what she needed more was to watch him, watch him shake and whimper and lose more and more of his polished veneer to her touch. “I want to watch you come apart,” she said with an honesty she’d never granted him before.

“I could fuck you so good,” he hummed, rolling his hips up rhythmically to fuck into her grip as if in demonstration. “So good, Jessie, I promise.”

“I know,” she said, ripping her eyes from him for just a second to kiss at his exposed neck, now working her free hand at his shirt and vest to expose his chest to her. She scraped teeth at the delicate skin there, sucking at the moans that vibrated into her mouth, making blood rise before she pulled back to see him bruised lightly, a little more ruined for her. “But you can also cum so pretty for me.”

He gave a little whimper at that, all resignation and need as she gripped him harder, stroked him faster. She focused on keeping her pace pumping him, meeting those hard thrusts with equal force every time as she shifted to straddle his leg, grind against firm muscle through the fabric of her panties, rub her need against his thigh.

John seemed to notice appreciatively, train his eyes on the little movements of her hips as he moved his own into her touches, the slight glisten of precum dewing at his head almost as if in response to the sight. She couldn’t resist breaking away from his gaze again briefly to taste it, run her tongue along his head, savor the feeling of him frantically trying to fuck into the warm mouth pressing against him. Chasing that heat she kept pulling back from him until she was sitting upright again, and he was still bucking against her hand.

“You could at least, h-ah — Do that for me, let me cum in your mouth,” he used his last bit of fracturing composure to reason to her, pleading his case even as his body shook and chased finish uncontrolled. “I’m so close, almost there, just let me —”

“No,” she said firmly again, pushing hips down against him, squeezing him tight in her pumping hand, feeling her biceps tense with how hard and fast she worked him towards completion. “I want to watch you cum all over yourself instead.”

It all made John whimper, the pressure, her words, too much stimulation, too much of everything, as he jerked his hips up shaky and uneven a few more times, letting blue eyes darkened with overwhelming pleasure lock on her face as he found his peak.

Yes, she thought as he moved against her, looked at her with eyes pleading her not to stop. Yes, this was how she wanted him, giving everything over to her, his fists bunched and clinging at the sleeves of her shirt to anchor himself to her as he let out a final shuddering moan. Yes, she'd gotten what she wanted, needed, made him fall apart beneath her and break at her touch.

"Yes," she moaned in praise aloud to him as he finally let go, shot spurts of his release to coat his own stomach and hips, a few drops settling on her hand as she slowed and relaxed it before finally pulling back.

Jestiny tasted him one last time on her hand as she raised herself from his lap to settle back, savor the final mental picture of him just the way she’d wanted him, messy and defeated and vulnerable, covered in cum and sweat and struggling to even his breaths.

But good things can’t last forever, and he finally did even the heave of his chest, regain the strength of his muscles to crawl over to her, begin kissing up her legs, making sparks of pleasure tingle along her spine again.

“Get off me,” she ordered, anxious at hearing that same needy faltering in her own voice she’d first detected in him.

“Mmm, but it’s my turn. I want to finish you now,” he hummed, words thickening to deep honey again as he kissed along her thighs, slowly working up to the need between her legs.

And she wanted it too, wanted to feel his mouth and fingers against her, but the prospect was too terrifying, of having to share that moment of helpless surrender he’d shared with her, of trembling and gasping and clinging the way he had.

“Fuck no,” she repeatedly sternly, scooting back a little, putting enough distance between them to watch as his face fell with a theatrical show of defeat.

He gave another exaggerated sigh of exhaustion as he rose, the curve of a smirk shining through on his lips just the same as they parted to let out the heavy breath.

“Very well, let your pride deny you rapture yet again,” he tsked as he rebuttoned his clothes, smoothed himself back into place too easily for her liking. "As if you're fooling anyone, as if I don’t know you’ll be touching yourself the moment I step out of this room, thinking of me all the while.”

He gave a last dark chuckle as he paused at the door. “I know you want it, you’ll come begging to me for it eventually. And when you’re finally ready to admit that, you’ll know where to find me." He opened the door, lowering his voice as he slipped out. “Until then… Enjoy your hands. I certainly did.”

And suddenly the satisfaction drained from her body and became fury again, those parting words enraging her more than any he’d ever spoken because for the first time she knew he was actually right, she was proving him right then and there as she moved her fingers to settle into her panties, work against her folds. Not caring in the slightest that she was doing so as she chased her pleasure, even as she could practically still feel his judging gaze on her as she slipped inside herself.

Because ultimately, it wouldn’t have mattered if she did it then or waited a few more hours out of obstinance, either way he would have been right. Either way, it would have been images of him flooding her thoughts as she drove fingers against herself, pressed against hungry nerves, quickly finding that release of the pressure and the ecstasy that had built inside her. Either way, it would have been the sight of his blue eyes locked on her as he fell apart that drove her over the edge, made her pulse around her own fingers.

Jessie cursed as she came down, desire faded but anger only swelling greater inside her.

There was nothing she hated more than admitting he was right.

[shawtygonemad]

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better.

A/N: This story is dedicated to my uncle and cousins who are hard of hearing. Even with my botched ASL you all still love me. 

Daryl Dixon x Connie

One-Shot

- Please note that anything signed will be in bold and anything written will be in italics.

Connie woke that morning bright and chipper. The sun wasn’t even up yet and she was already getting her day started. Her sister on the other hand was not much of a morning person. Connie was kind enough to let her sleep until the sun rose. She always enjoyed finding different little ways to wake her little sister up. Some days it’s tickling her nose with a leaf while other days she practically flops down on her. 

Today Kelly happened to be in a deep sleep in which nothing barely woke her. Connie breathed out a sigh of annoyance at that. All of her tricks didn’t work. Instead she took it upon herself to draw on her sister’s bare arm. She smirked as she slowly got to work. The older woman was no artist, but she still had fun. She wrote ‘World’s Best Sister’, but crossed out best and wrote ‘Okayest’ above it. Then she drew some other pictures and wrapped it up by putting Kelly and her crushes initials together in a heart. 

Once she became bored she decided to go downstairs for some breakfast. Today would be an uneventful day since neither of them had been assigned to do anything. Connie was never a fan of days off. She always needed to be doing something and loved to help out. They should always be doing something to earn their keep. The people of Alexandria were kind enough to let them have their own house. A house that just so happened to be next door to the tall and ruggedly handsome Daryl Dixon. The newly unofficial leader of Alexandria since Michonne left. He lived there with his niece, nephew, Lydia, and dog. Their family dynamic was so cute to watch. For a man who never really had a family until the end of the world he was trying his best and doing a damn good job of it. 

Even though Connie may not be able to hear she could still feel vibrations from noise. That’s how she knew her sister finally woke up and discovered her new tattoo sleeve. She could feel the stomping through the ceiling. When she could feel the rushed, heavy, footsteps coming down the stairs. She grinned and chuckled to herself as she bolted it for the front door. If she didn’t run now then her sister would for sure catch her which would end up in a wrestling match on the floor. 

The warm morning air and sunshine hit her face as she booked it down the front stairs. She looked around for a hiding spot when she noticed Daryl standing on his porch smoking a cigarette. He watched her with curious eyes. Knowing she had less than a minute before her sister caught up to her Connie bolted it for Daryl. He was caught by surprise when she hid behind him. They were back to back with their bodies aleigned from their ankles all the way to where her curly locks reached the middle of his shoulder blades. 

As if timed perfectly, Kelly busted out the front door and looked around for her sister. Thankfully Daryl decided to roll with the odd situation and acted casul. Kelly noticed him and decided to approach since he was close friends with Connie. Or rather, more than close friends she always teased her older sister. 

“Have you seen Connie,” Kelly asked. 

Daryl stood still as to not expose his friend for whatever reason she was hiding. 

He cleared his throat before speaking, “Not this mornin’. Why?”

“‘Cause she’s sneaky and devious and knows that I’m a deep sleeper,” the teen huffed before retreating from the porch. 

Once the coast was clear Daryl nudged his ankle against hers to signal it was safe. When she rounded to his front she had a huge devious smirk on her face. The hunter shook his head in amusement. This woman was always up to something. It’s what he admired about her the most. Even in the darkest of days she was still able to smile and see the bright side. 

“What you do,” he shakily signed. 

Connie smiled as she reached for the notepad and pen in her back pocket. Her heart always felt a warm squeeze every time he signed to her. She almost cried when she discovered he had an ASL study book. He was trying. Not only that, but he was trying for her. Not a lot of people did that or even wanted to waste that kind of time. They usually spoke louder, elongated their words, or just wrote down in her notepad. Most times Kelly had to translate. Unfortunately this wasn’t anything new. People weren’t considerate in the old world and they sure as hell weren’t in this new world. 

“You’re getting better,” she wrote before giving him some tips on how to properly say ‘what did you do’. Without those extra words he just sounded hilariously like a caveman. “I was bored, so I drew on her while she was asleep.”

“Why,” he signed that one with ease. 

“Why not,” Connie grinned. 

She knew Daryl understood her because he seemed to be chuckling while shaking his head.

 “Do you have any plans for today,” she wrote on the paper. 

She noticed him shake his head and his mouth move to a ‘na’ sound which usually meant no for him. It was his heavy southern accent she had to get used to. He even signed with a southern accent much to his bewilderment. 

This man was so incredible. He was kind, enjoyed learning and never got offended when corrected, and sometimes it was hard to read his lips. Not because of his accent, but because she started to wonder how they feel on her own. Even though his lips seemed slightly chapped compared to hers she just knew the kiss would feel amazing. 

“Might go hunting or something,” he wrote. 

“I’ll go with,” she excitedly replied. 

“‘S not a good idea,” he spoke as he turned his head to make sure he still had an eye on Dog. 

Connie frowned before gripping his chin and bringing it back to face her. She gestured with her fingers that he should look at her when he speaks so she can read his lips. He took a deep breath before speaking again. 

“I hunt better alone.”

“Being alone is dangerous,” she signed. 

Daryl’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand what she said. The only thing he caught was dangerous. She must have been telling him the dangers of going out alone. He pointed his thumb in the direction of his pet across the street. 

“I got Dog.”

Connie stared at him blankly before writing in her pad again. She held it up for him to see, her face still neutral. 

“Because he’s so ferocious.” 

He could practically hear the sarcasm in her handwriting. He turned back around the check on his animal. Dog was currently sitting across the street on a patch of grass with his niece Judith. She was currently painting his nails with a sparkly blue polish that Connie found for her. Dog sat there patiently while allowing her to do so. He tail was wagging ever so slightly so you knew he was enjoying it. Daryl rolled his eyes before turning back to his neighbor.

“Fine. We leave in an hour,” he told her before stepping off the porch to retrieve his dog.  

Soon the pair were off trekking through the woods with a begrudging Dog. He must have really wanted to stay at his spa day with Judith. The thought made Connie chuckle. Daryl glanced over at her, but didn’t say a word. Her chuckle was sweet but he thought nothing could compare to her laugh. It was so bright and boisterous. It was able to bring light to even the darkest days. 

Daryl noticed Dog froze in his steps. This caused Daryl to stop and hold his arm out for Connie to follow suit as well. He placed a finger on his lips - a universal sign to be quiet. She rose an eyebrow at him. As if she didn’t know to be quiet already. Does this man really think she’s never been hunting before? What does he think kept her and Kelly alive this entire time. 

She swiftly took out her slingshot before bending down to grab a sharp and rigid rock. It was placed in the holder and fired off before Daryl could even lift his crossbow. With the speed, force, and rigidness from the rock it was easily able to go straight through the woodchuck’s head. Daryl looked at her impressed. She gave him a knowing smirk before signaling Dog to go retrieve it. When he returned she tossed Daryl the animal to put on the kill string. She placed her hands on her hips as she stared Daryl down. She then tried to speak. 

“Anything you can do, I can do better,” she sassed. 

Even though it was a little hard to understand, Daryl could hear her clear as day. He quickly snatched the notepad from Connie’s back pocket, much to her surprise. Once he was finished scratching down his sentence he lifted the pad up for her to see. 

“Is that a challenge?” It said. 

She grinned in excitement at the idea of this game. She was always competitive, and she had a feeling Daryl was too. The notebook was grabbed back and she began to write on it while snickering. Soon she lifted it up to show the redneck. There were two columns. One said Connie and the other said Daryl. Connie had 1 tally mark in her column while Daryl had a frowny face. Daryl laughed. 

“We’ll see who’s frowning afterwards.”

“Bet?” she signed. 

“What’s the wager,” Daryl asked, slightly afraid of her punishment. 

She wrote down on the pad again before lifting it up. 

“Winner’s choice?”

That made Daryl feel a little more at ease. It also meant that he'd have to work his ass off to beat her. He really wanted to win and had a great prize in mind. Connie may be good, but he’s been hunting for 35+ years. He nodded in agreement with her. They even shook hands to make it official. 

This game took place for hours. Both of them enjoying the hunt, a few laughs, but especially each other’s company. They were so entranced with hunting that they completely forgot to even keep score. Hunting with the two could have continued all day, but it was already late afternoon. Dog was the one to call it a day. He was laying down panting hard, too tired to go and retrieve the final catch. The humans decided to agree with him. Besides, they had plenty of meat to feed their entire community. All three of them walked back in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until they were inside the gates of Alexandria and before their houses that they remembered the game. 

Connie practically flung the notepad open just for her to frown. They stopped placing tally’s after 3 catches each. Technically they both won by the Talley's.

“A tie,” she signed. 

Her heartbeat sped up. During the entire hunt she was thinking of what his punishment should be. The only thing that kept circling back was for him to kiss her. She finally told herself that she would do it, and psyched herself up the entire time in the woods. Now it was a tie, and her stomach tightened in disappointment. She lost her chance. 

“What does that mean,” he asked, seeming slightly disappointed as well. 

“We both win?” she wrote.

“What did you want,” he sketched beside her reply. 

Her heart sped up again. Maybe she could still get her chance. It was either now or never. She decided to throw all insecurities to the wind and go for it. 

“This…” she slowly signed before placing her two hands on each side of his face. 

She brought him down to her level and kissed his lips. They were warm and slightly wet from him licking them moments ago. To both of their surprise he kissed her back with ease. Only Daryl was still awkward and unsure of where to put his hands. This made Connie smile into his lips and she grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. This seemed to be the confirmation Daryl needed to fully get into it. He placed one hand on the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. Shortly after they were out of breath and had to pull away. They just stared into one another’s eyes trying to be sure that what just occurred really happened. A devious smile soon formed on Daryl’s face when he noticed how out of breath and flustered Connie was. 

“Anythin’ you can do, I can do better,” he said.

[myimaginesandrp]

Ben Solo X  Female Reader 

Promt 10: He finds you after coming back to the light

Words: 2,600

 I know it’s under the NSFW list, but I wasn’t feeling the smut. Thanks to everyone who likes my writing! As always this is full of mistakes, please be kind :) I’ve still got requests to get to, please be patient. 

A quiet drip of water escaping from the ceiling flooded the quiet space of your cell. A steady, peaceful sound that was the only thing keeping you sane. One thousand, nine hundred and four drops this morning. Well, maybe it was morning. You had lost all trace of time a long time ago. The cell was cold and damp. The water had seeped through every crevice of your clothes. That is, the ones that weren’t covered with blood. At least they had trapped you in the underground caves instead of feeding you to the sand creatures of the surface world. That would’ve hurt more, at least you hoped. Now you were beginning to think maybe that would’ve been the better way to go.  Every now and again, a gust of wind would travel through your cell, scaring the rat-like creatures that kept you company.  After sitting in the darkness for so long, the scatter of paws was the only motion you felt, a welcomed distraction from the discomfort that filled your body. You reached for your water mug for the third time today. It was still empty. No one had come down in days. Maybe they’d finally fulfilled their threats and left you there to rot.

“I should’ve joined the first order,” you mutter to yourself as you sat up against the wall. The sound of your voice echoed through the caves until it finally faded off in the distance. You were so tired. Physically of course, every movement you made reminded you of the beatings your captors generously and repeatedly bestowed upon you. Mentally, however, you were just as well gone all together. All for a stupid droid. 

The stupid little thing was probably blown up and floating in space while you were sitting here dying. At least you’d won the war. That’s the last thing you’d overheard your captors say anyway. You’d won the war but no one was coming to save you. Maybe they were right. Everyone had more important things to do than to go looking for a rogue resistance pilot. Even if they had been looking for you, the outer rim was the last place they’d think about searching through. Therefore, the lovely cell you found yourself in would likely double as your resting place. Once the rats were done with you, of course. 

The echo of footsteps approaching down the hall interrupted your thoughts. Well look at that, they hadn’t left you to rot after all. Maybe they were back to finish you off. That would be good. At least now you could rest. You fulfilled your mission. The droid got the coordinates; you delivered on your promise. Your eyes fixed on the corridor, waiting to see which one would be the one to finish you off. The red one, you hoped. He would do it quickly.  

The footsteps grew louder and rushed, they were practically running down the path at this point. Through the darkness, you swore you saw a blue glow in the distance. What kind of crazy shit was this? You’d definitely lost it by now. Maybe you were already dying and having visions? No, you were not crazy. With every passing second, the blue glow would grow brighter and closer until you couldn’t stand looking anymore. You shifted your gaze away from the entrance; the light was burning right through your eyes. After not seeing the glow of the sun for months, this was too much for you to bear. The sudden sound of melting metal made you jump. Whoever was behind the gates of your cell was tearing the bars down. You cowered away as the figure slashed away at the metal, a loud hum ringing in your ears with every swing. The pounding continued for a few more seconds before coming to a stop. A quiet hum echoed through the cell and the blue glow disappeared, leaving behind a cloud of smoke. You blinked at the ground, spots of light lingering in your sights. You could feel the warmth radiating from the person in front of you even though he was all the way at the other end of the cell. He took a couple of steps forward and you winced in response.

This is it. You thought as you waited for him to strike, but he didn’t move. The air was still heavy with smoke from his rampage, and he just stood there looking in your direction. A gasp escaped your lips as your eyes managed to acclimate to the darkness again. The person standing in front of you, only a shadow of recognition in your mind. It wasn’t any one of your captors, but it couldn’t be the person you were thinking of. No, he’d have killed you by now.  Almost everything about him looked the same. The tall frame, the raven hair but it was longer now, and his chest heaving from using the light saber. It had to be him, because those brown eyes stared at you with the same love and adoration they had so long ago.    

He stepped out of the x wing to blinding sunlight. The last time he'd stepped foot on such an arid place the whole population had been devastated by his rage. He pushed the thought away from his mind and stepped forward into the unknown. It had only been a week since he’d returned to the light. His mother was his last saving grace from the dark side, and the girl Rey had sacrificed herself to end the Sith Lord that haunted his mind. Now with the voices in his head gone he  wanted to move on to a new start, but he couldn't. One last remnant of his past was haunting him now. He had to know she was okay. He knew she was alive, he’d felt it even before he entered the atmosphere. After word had gone that the first order had lost it’s supreme leader, the resistance quickly took over the galaxy, helping everyone rebuild stability into people's lives. That’s when he started looking for her. Finding her turned out to be a challenge. No one in the resistance had seen her for months, and the order had lost track of her shortly after. It wasn't until a small droid was scanned a few days ago that he’d finally gotten a lead. His heart ached as he searched the outer rim in search of her. He’d just about given  up when he sensed a single life form on one of the distant planets. As he searched throughout the endless caves of the panet, a distant sound alerted him of her presence. He could sense her, so close to him. He quickened his steps until he was completely speeding down the corridors of the prison. He ran past empty cells, the stench of death filling the air around him, his grandfather's saber in his hand. He ran and ran until he reached the end of the cave. He slid to a halt only a few paces from the door. His heart dropped at the sight in front of him. She was so beautiful, just as the day he’d last seen her.  It was behind his mask then, and she’d seen him with so much hate in her eyes. Now, she looked so scared, so fragile, and with defeat in her eyes. He could see her, she was sprawled against the wall, injured and cowering from the glow of the saber. Without a warning he began swinging at the bars, needing to destroy anything that kept him from reaching her. Once he finished, he made his way over to her slowly. When she winced, he stopped, frozen with fear.  That was, until he heard her voice again calling out to him. 

“Ben?”  You called out into the darkness. The figure took another step forward before crouching down next to you. “Ben is that you?” 

“Yes” His word was a  quiet, broken whisper in the dark. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek, certain that he’d vanish into thin air. He placed his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Hot tears pooled and streamed down your eyes as emotion took you over. He’d come back to you, he’d come back to the light. His arms wrapped around you gently before his lips were on you. You threw your arms around him and welcomed them, pouring all the love you’d given up on for the past years. He pulled away moving his hands to your waist as he examined you. 

“Can you stand?” You nodded in response, but when you tried, your legs failed you. 

“Easy. I’ve got you” He quickly caught you in his arms and lifted you. “Let's get you home” You held on to him as he snaked through the tunnels not looking back at the horrible place.

Once you reached the surface, you closed your eyes, his hand was on your face, shielding you from the sun. Not long after he placed you inside the ship and you were off, traveling through the stars. His hand never left yours as he piloted you through the galaxy. Finally at rest, you allowed yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber. Some time later you heard him calling to you.

“We’re here” he said. The quiet hum on the ship came to a stop and you looked around at the jungle around you. A pair of arms lifted you and you met them by wrapping your arms around him once more. As he walked you past several tent stations, you were met with hundreds of curious eyes. A few of them were familiar, comrades you’d thought were gone. Funny bastards, left you behind and never came back. You lifted you hand to flip them off as you passed them. A smug grin was plastered to your face once you met their reaction. You recognized the resistance base once you were met with General Organa herself. Her face was light up with a warm smile as she greeted you.

“Welcome back son. I knew you’d find her”  They exchanged a few words before he nodded and headed towards the medical tent. He placed you gently on a stretcher and the medical droids took over immediately. He sat beside you holding your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. There was so much you needed to tell him, how much you missed him, how proud you were that he’d overcome the darkness, but most of all he needed to know how much you still loved him. You smiled when you realized his facial expression mirrored your own. After all this time, you could still hear him without saying a word.

 Nightfall came around when the medical droids were done with you. You loved the damn things. You finally regained control of your body, your limbs cooperated as you moved them around. He reached for your hand. 

“Y/N '' he called out to you softly “you’ll stay in my quarters tonight” You nodded in response to his offer. Nothing in this galaxy could possibly keep you away from him now. You made your way back through the tents until you reached a large ship in the middle of the encampment. Once inside, he offered you food and you accepted it gratefully. It tasted heavenly in your mouth. You couldn't remember the last time you’d eaten a proper meal. The ship looked a little worn down, but it remained the same as it had before you were separated. He paced around, gathering different things and moving them to new places. 

“I’ve got some clothes here for you” he called out from another room as you ate. “I have a refresher with running water here if-” He stopped mid sentence when he saw you eating. His gaze softened as he took you in and the glow of ship’s lights illuminating your skin. You smiled at him, at the man standing in front of you. He was broken, but all here. You stood from your seat and walked over to him, taking the clothes from his hands. 

“Thank you” you whispered, your gazed timidly faced to the ground. He took your chin in his hand and lifted your face to meet him. “Y/N I-” You pressed a finger to his lips to stop him 

“There’s nothing to explain Ben. You're here, that's all that matters to me” you stood on your toes and pressed your lips to him softly. His arms wrapped around you, welcoming your kiss with more urgency now than before. You deepened the kiss, feeling electricity run through your body with every second that passed. After a moment he pulled away and took your hand in his. 

“Come. Let’s get you cleaned up” You followed him down the corridor until you reached the refresher. A large tub filled with water was waiting for you. He took the clothes from you and placed them on a counter next to the tub. 

“I’ll give you some privacy” he said before he turned to leave. You quickly reached for him, taking a hold of his arm. The last thing you wanted was to be parted from him, no matter how little that was. 

“Ben” you called out to him.

 Stay your words echoed in his mind. His gaze softened at your plea. Who knew how long you’d been held up in that prison, the thought angered him, but it quickly faded as you took his hand in yours. He reached for you and helped you remove your clothes, his hands lingering on your kin, brushing against the cuts you had sprinkled across your body. You did the same to him, taking in every bit of him as his clothing scattered to the floor. His body was covered in scars. Once he was done with your clothes, he picked you up and gently placed you inside the tub. The warmth of the water was soothing against your skin. He stepped in after you and pulled you close to him. You relaxed into his embrace and sighed with content as he began to pour water over your head. He lathered your body, gently massaging your scalp and pouring the warm water over you. His hands traveled all over you, as if trying to memorize every inch that he’d been parted from.

“I missed you” he whispered before kissing the soft skin behind your ear.

 “I missed you too” You smiled. He began to tail kisses down your neck until he reached your shoulder.  With one last kiss he rested his face in the crook of your neck. You missed his touch, the scent of him so close to you. Tears began pooling around your eyes as you felt him sob quietly behind you. The bruises that covered you back were now clear as day and the sight was too much for him. Guilt ate at him, he’d abandoned you for so long. You took his hand and kissed it tenderly. At least you were together again. 

You stayed like that, keeping comfort in each other until he decided you were clean enough.  He stepped out of the tub  to dry himself. You waited for him until he finished. With a new towel in hand, he wrapped it around your body, showering you with kisses again as he picked you up and took you towards the room. The second you relaxed into the mattress, his lips met yours again, this time, they weren’t about to part from you.

The night was filled with heated demonstrations of love towards each other. You both were starved of each other's touch, and you planned on making it up for it. Your bodies connected in ways you’d only dreamed of for a long, long time. Each one pouring all the love they could for the other.

 After what seemed like an instant, the rays of the sun peeked through the curtains of his viewport. The night traveled its course behind you without any of you realizing it. Your face broke into a smile as you reveled in the glow of your lovemaking. You were with him,with your body sprawled over his. His strong hands traced gently circles down your back. Ben. He was back, and he was yours completely. He smiled down at you just as content, having you there in his arms. There was a newfound hope in his eyes. Maybe he could start new again. Just maybe, there was a new life waiting for you both. 

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