#i was going to try to do a whole darkroom set up

[thebramblewood]

Helena's been capturing scenes of Britechester over the course of an entire autumn for her elective photography class, and she just developed the pictures! 📸

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[drivestraight]

anatomy of a joke, AKA "oscar's six-year long con ruined by a dutch sim racer," my commentary

first things first: section titles.

originally the section titles were going to be like, "the set-up" "misdirection" "assumptions" "the inciting incident" "misdirection revisited" "assumptions revisited" etc. but then i think that that definitive structure was limiting me so i instead pulled some of my favorite phrases from infinite jest... which i'm only like 1/5 way through haha. but ANYWAY YEAH! i tried to match the vibes of the section with each header.

the vignette-ish style of the fic, which is something i don't really do/am not used to, is framed by these little section titles, and i think it kind of helps set the tone for each section.

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the place where things break down

aka, where it all starts

imagine being drunk off your face at a club and you accidentally stumble into the darkrooms without realizing they're the darkrooms and u see your teammate pressed up against his friend's side as the friend is very obviously giving him a handjob under the table. imagine that.

but, yeah. the first threesome offer that max extends. and a sort of introduction to whatever the hell the sexual dynamic between norstappen is. re: max initiating things, and lando going along with it no matter what it is. and also their exhibitionism kinks...

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that most angelic of distortions

assumptions, introduced

i think it was really important to put the first scene into context. norstappen aren't dating, lando's on raya, and max is happily with kelly. kind of important in that it makes oscar question if he really saw what he thought he saw

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like chess on the run, beautiful and infinitely dense

misdirection, landoscar flirting, but max being present. "infinitely dense" aka oscar being dense throughout this whole thing man

from the "not my fault you're so small" to "flirting with me, piastri?" and "you like how i'm smaller than you" to "think you like it, mate," i wanted to set up the flirty landoscar vibe but in a way that's like - toeing the line, almost too casual to be something real. and then, of course, max comes in, interrupts, and oscar's stomach drops. i think this is the first allusion to oscar's feelings. i wanted to keep it, at this point, as vague as possible. he doesn't address any of his feelings until much later in the fic, but the descriptions: oscar's gaze constantly straying, looking at lando's neck, his sweat, his frame, how he smells, the moles on his face, etc. and how he reacts and gets a bit prickly when max comes in... yeah that's the stuff.

and the whole. max being so physical and taking up the space. and his "i dont mind sharing"... and oscar pulling away. Crazy stuff man.

also lando is chewing gum here... important... i'll explain at the end...

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something bigger than the self

an interlude

this section kind of stands out but i think it's thematically probably the most important section. it's the clearest, in my opinion, way to understand what's going on.

the whole mclaren / oscar / lando discussion, about mark telling oscar he needs to start fighting for equal treatment, to be smart about it is a parallel to the lando / oscar / max dynamic of the whole fic. don't be soft. they'll eat you alive. oscar wants it (to win with mclaren, to have lando) so badly, but he puts on this air of not caring, when he deeply, deeply cares. mostly out of self preservation, and because he thinks that if he lets people know how much he wants it, he'll end up losing it. it's better to not make an idiot of yourself trying, than to try and fail. he rationalizes the decision with the upgrades too much, and mark reads that as him letting mclaren/lando walk all over him. whether that's true or not, well.

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the self you cannot live without

the inciting incident

classic carlos. bathroom handies. not much to say here.

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reducing chaos into pattern

oscar's rationalization

this is where it starts to get a bit more complicated.

“Just good fun,” Lando says, shrugging casually. His voice betrays him. So does the flush on his cheeks. “Like, after races, and stuff.” “Yeah?” Oscar asks. “All it is?” Lando purses his mouth. “All it is,” he repeats. “We’re friends.” Oscar breathes out a sigh. “Friends, right,” he says stiffly.

and then, lando saying that he and oscar are friends too. it's a really tense section, of oscar not saying any of the things he really means, and lando being vague and weird and sort of in denial about what's happening

Oscar thinks about how good their car is this year, especially after the upgrades; how it’s better than the simulations projected; how it’s better than the RB20; how Lando could have won today, but didn’t. Thinks about Max’s rough hand squeezing the back of Lando’s neck in Melbourne; thinks about his palm covering Lando’s mouth in Miami; thinks about how Lando met his eyes and came all over his stomach; thinks about how he instantly called an Uber back to the Hilton and shoved a hand down his trousers before he’d even managed to get the door locked behind him; thinks about Max saying he doesn’t mind sharing. Thinks about Mark telling him to fight for equal treatment. He thinks about Mark telling him to be smart.

oscar thinks... he is a thinker... but yeah after miami he literally just went home and jerked off and felt horrible about it all.

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that kind of animal grace

intimacy from the outside looking in

obligatory jimmy'z moment. norstappen shotgunning hookah in the most strangely intimate way, as oscar voyeuristically watches, and hates what he sees.

They’re both wearing matching black hats, but Max’s is on backwards. He breathes out a cloud of smoke, and then dips down until his mouth hovers next to Lando’s ear. Lando throws his head back, shoulders rising and trembling. Oscar catches the crinkled crow skin around his eyes and wonders what Max said to make Lando laugh like that. The lights are epileptic as the beat accelerates, punching, synths shrill, ear-grating tremors. The crowd is animated and frantic all around him. Oscar feels deep underwater, heart muffled but startlingly vivid in his ears. He feels frayed, pulled apart, in pieces, fragmented.

he has a cwush... but still at this point, i made sure not to ever, like, say it obviously. just aiming to show oscar's feelings through what he pays attention to, and his physical reactions. he sees them there, and it's probably even worse than what he saw in miami. it doesn't just seem to be something physical, doesn't just seem to be good fun or casual. but if it was just good fun and something casual - it's like, he knows that he couldn't do that. couldn't give lando what he wants, if that's what he wants.

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that kind of brutish no-care

oscar is pulled in

oscar mr i hate clubbing goes to afterparty and afterparty for reasons that totally have nothing to do with norstappen, of course.

more landoscar flirting! max being flippant about what happened in miami. it's all just good fun to him. he finds it funny, what happened. and then there's the really casual sort of assertiveness when he pats the seat for oscar to sit, tells lando to sit in oscar's lap, and lando does. but lando hesitates. i think it's up to the reader to decide why lando hesitates, but the version i like the most is that oscar isn't just someone he can make a joke out of/he doesn't want to cross some sort of line/make oscar uncomfortable. but max told him to, so he does. i think, maybe, lando is a little bit aware of how oscar feels about him, but it's, again, something that he's not addressing. and he isn't even sure if oscar's into guys, at this moment.

purposeful attention and measured no-care. norstappen can get WEIRD. they're playing a weird little game with oscar, and oscar is the butt of the joke. talking to each other while he's there, but not a part of it. max is nowhere near as emotionally involved as the other two, but there are little moments of possessiveness, reasserting who he is to lando in front of oscar, especially with the hand on his hip at the end. a casual sort of power play, if you want to read it like that.

and the pouring liquor into lando's mouth, and lando just taking it. they are them... max is just very clearly vying for a threesome but oscar just is not biting.

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to disappear inside the game

the offer

okay a big part about this setting is that. i wanted to be somewhere that wasn't a club 😭 but it also was a good opportunity for them to have a proper talk. another mention of kelly and p was important, again, to bring us back into context of max's situation. really, what's going on with him and lando isn't at the centre of his life. not at all.

meanwhile: tender ankle touches, DTS watch, oscar making fun of how small lando was, and then - lando offering a blowie... because they're frens... max says he's good with his mouth... and then oscar making it all weird. "max doesn't own me" "you sure?" for the millionth time, oscar is shooting himself in the foot. as much as he wishes it didn't, it comes back to max.

also:

“Wasn’t what I was asking,” Lando says. “Was asking you if you think it’s weird.” And Oscar knows that. All this time, he has wanted to scream, Yes, it’s weird. He has a girlfriend and you’re trying to steal a championship from him and I see you, I see you after all the races you finish second to him, beating yourself up and talking yourself down, while he just smiles and grabs you by the shoulder and shakes you around and you let him, you let him do whatever he wants to you, and I understand you’re friends, I understand that you mean something to him and he means something to you, but I cannot understand it, I cannot understand what you’re doing, and whenever I see you two together, I think to myself, There’s no way this can end well. Someone will get hurt. “I think it’s fine,” Oscar says. “You guys are friends.”

this is the first time we get any real, internal address of how oscar is feeling about everything. until now, (at least the narration would hopefully have you think), it was mostly just - him going along with everything, being uncomfortable about a lot of things, but never really expressing why, or any of the internalization of it. it bothered him, but only ever displayed in physical descriptions. here, we see just how much the entire situation frustrates him, and this is where things really start to go off the rails. someone gets hurt.

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a toast to our knowledge of bodies

austria my beloved.

this is the switching point, of course. the logic is that: max is out of the picture. for the first time, lando and max (seemingly) aren't friends, and for the first time, oscar finds space for himself to be close to lando, without max there (kind of funny though because in the end, it all happens Because of max).

Lando just continues, miserably, to rant about how Max was moving under braking, how he was being stupid and reckless, how he ruined everything for the both of them, and Oscar gets the feeling that this isn’t just about the racing. 

there's the whole lando and max of it all, which i think is, obviously because the fic is from oscar's POV, the most unclear dynamic of it all. oscar isn't sure what it actually is between them, if it really is just casual, but there are moments, like in monaco, where there's intimacy, and there are moments, like in austria, where it feels like it's more than the racing, that oscar questions things. i think it's better when it's unclear, and you have to come to your own conclusions.

I knew it, he wants to say. I knew that something like this would happen and you’d be a wreck about it and it’d matter more to you than it does to him and you’d break your own heart over something you should’ve let go of a long time ago.

bro doesn't know he's talking about himself

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the body betrays you

rubicons...

i mean. i think what's going on here is pretty clear. oscar likes lando, a lot. lando wants someone to be mean to him, cruel and dismissive, and oscar can only do that to an extent.

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a kind of love, with artful care

oscar's feelings, revisited

FINALLY. i really wanted a scene like this that showed and didn't tell, but showed really clearly what oscar hasn't been addressing this whole time: since he was seventeen, he's kind of sort of had this flame for lando. maybe it didn't take root for real until they became teammates, but it was still there, a little seedling for 6 years. there's something about lando that makes you care. oscar has cared, for 6 years, and even in their first meeting, which he remembers and lando doesn't, he took care of him. if the extent of oscar's feelings were unclear before this, hopefully this section was like loud alarm sirens lmao.

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the judgement and punishing fall

the comedown...

“We don’t—” Lando says, mouth opening and closing rapidly, the physical not caught up to the mental. Oscar doesn’t know what’s going through his head right now. He’s kind of afraid to find out. “Like, we don’t have to talk about it.” “Lando,” Oscar repeats, feeling frozen. He feels like an idiot, sitting with his dick out in the wet spot where Lando came, the car spinning out from under him, a passenger. “It was just good fun, right?” Lando asks, with a shaking smile. He’s never looked so small. “That’s all it ever is.”

this is about norstappen. their dynamic is difficult for me to just, like, outright say what it is, but these little things help give it some shape. it's just good fun, that's all it ever is.

you could also read this as lando being frightened by the care that oscar showed him, and running away, because it felt like it meant so much. because it was too much, etc. the more i try to explain what's happening here, i feel like it starts to lose its magic but. it's all there, and you can read whatever you'd like between the lines.

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the religion of the physical

the comedown, cont.

mostly just a transitionary section. it's like it never happened. <3

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worshipper at the temple

the reckoning

Max is smiling at him, and Oscar thinks about how he and Lando made up the day after Austria. Oscar saw the headlines all over social media, how Lando had texted Max early in the morning to sort things out, how they’re friends again. Always friends. How they’ll keep racing, hard.

the scenes when oscar realized that lando fled from his hotel room after they had sex and stayed up for hours drafting a text to max. like he's going fucking THROUGH it. and it's made worse. when max tells him that lando told him what happened. "how was he? was he good?" max might be the worst person in the world 💀 but it's another, like, show of possession. "you can have him, if you want" aka. i'll let you have him. he's mine to give.

“For what it is worth,” Max eventually says, “I think he likes you too.”

maybe this is true. i'm not sure if it's worth anything, at this moment in time.

and. mwahaha. max is chewing gum. lando was chewing gum at the start of the scene. i wonder if it's the same piece of gum. wouldn't that be gross and crazy.

“Have a lovely night, Oscar,” Max says, finally making to leave. But before Oscar can let out a breath of relief, he pauses, turning back around on his heels to add, “Oh, by the way, my offer is of course still open, if you ever change your mind.”

bro who is still vying for a threesome even after all of that 💀

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okay. yeah. WOW! what a fic. hope you guys enjoyed it & my commentary, if you got this far.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

in celebration of the finale: my top 3 moments from each only friends character so far

we did top and mew, next: BOSTON

*top moments here means moments that had me screaming and pointing at my laptop like the leo meme*

5. bitchmode activated

obsessed with this moment. like hes watching his kinda mentally fucked up friend get more mentally fucked up and decides NOW is the time to call him a burden. iconic, the perfect way to hurt rays feelings in this moment too. and the way hes smiling while hes plotting it... so iconic this moment happened in episode 1 part 1 but has stuck with me ever since

4. *bitchy shrug*

again, just iconic. this whole scene actually, but this moment was just incredible. the journey boston takes after ray reveals he knows about bostontop is its own thing, and this being a turning point from defense to offense was great. like boston being willing to try to reason with ray, the only other member of the friendgroup who appears to be into casual sex, only to get slutshamed and dehumanized in return, taking a split second before turning the tables on ray, incredible. no one can hurt ray quite like boston and its fascinating each time. ray shows up mad at boston for being a bad friend and leaves crying and believing hes the bad friend instead, and all set off by that little shrug? perfect.

3. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

one thing i love about boston is him being clear he isn't into relationships. like he doesnt pretend to be just to fuck people before dumping them, he is upfront about what he wants out of an interaction and still gets painted as the bad guy. so i LOVE this moment cause honeslty? free my man from people falling in love with him. "i never asked you to love me" such a banger line to say. the frustration over what i assume is years of having his words not believed or disregarded by guys hes slept with, years of slutshaming, you let it out babe.

2. fucking top

controversial i know but who else couldve done this???? like you can argue about how to label this action but one thing you cannot disagree with was that it was iconic. like one thing about boston, he will never be boring and thats why its a top character moment for me. it happens 1/4 of the way through the show and is only starting to be resolved as we get to the finale. absolute boss move. also seeing all the ways he tries to justify it, from it being just bad timing, to "i was just borrowing him" fucking amazing.

having nick as his background

again this is a list of moments that made me scream cry shake etc and this moment.... sorry to my neighbors but this had me entering a new dimension of noise. like portraits are his art, his self expression, the way our boy who doesnt like leaving traces of his own life captures a moment in someone elses forever, but this one imo is as much a reflection of nick as it is of boston. like nick is the only subject but boston is all over that image to me and the way it hangs in his darkroom and is then removed only to come back as the lockscreen. the way this is revealed in the scene where boston comes back to nick after making it clear he wants nothing to do with nick, nick means nothing to him, was never going to mean anything AND YET. im not gonna go on cause much better spoken bostonnick enthusiasts already have but fuck man, i love this picture. i love that is was his lockscreen on his broken but salvagable phone. top moment fr.

[m-nasounds]

Weekend Review 11-07.JUL.2024

Good morning, ravers.

Are we still alive? Did we make it? Is democracy still a thing? Not for long, I guess… OOOOH, honey! What a weekend! But we made it. There is something about this time of the year….the longer days.. the heat… And hey, did anyone else notice that sex is back on the menu?

I'm not speaking of those traditional close encounters one might have in a very boring way. I'm talking of the filthy, sweaty and pleasure-driven act. Everybody is having sex. Sex is the new thing. Sex. Sex. Sex. Stop being a purist. Leave the apps, go cruise, get yourself in the middle of a darkroom and have some sex.

For those who know what I'm talking about, you are probably recovering from all the joy you had in the past weekend. Good job, my CUMpions! Mother is here to sum up what you missed whilst you kept your mouths busy... 🥵

And I see some steam coming out of Omeara' as it seems like 'Feel It' is back in the game. After a period of identity crisis, the Little Gay Brother, young sister is resurrecting for the summer. And look who graced us: our favourite priest, Andrew Scott. Bless him!

But speaking of the UK, I'm sorry that it didn't come home this year. Is it may be time for you guys to move on from football? I think you have been cursed for all the misbehaviour. Hint! Try sex! Oh no, let's leave that with those who know how to do it.

My Brazilian kids! Hello! Seems like you have been glowing over the weekend. I saw that DJ Bassan and her squad caused a commotion in Rio. Beautiful! And in Brasilia, Beco Electrico was nothing but 100% the place to be.

But shall we move to the rewarding time? You all want to know which DJ graced us with the set of the weekend. And I will tell you that this one was a big revelation. But I will praise her for the full serve at Berghain's Sunday evening: DJ Holographic. It was a masterclass on Disco music, Chicago House and all the classics that make dance music authentic and genuine and rooted. She brought it home and turned the whole place into the Paradise Garage.

You got the badge, sweetie. You are the Weekend QueerHoe. Wear it with Pride.

What else did I miss? Any event? The bullet? Ohh please, call me when this whole bad acting gets a Netflix special. In the meantime, can we have a dancehall version of "I shot the sheriff"? Maybe we should do it as "I shot the Cheetos"? Can we have it with Cardi B vocals? That would be sick.

Ok, let me go back to my sleep.

Bisou Bisou

See you on the dancefloor.

M

[nikoruistyping]

Stuck with you || Leon S. Kennedy (RE2 Remake)

Leon S. Kennedy x RPDOfficer!Fem!reader

Summary: It's a dark and stormy night in Raccoon City and also the perfect setting for a zombie apocalypse of course. You find yourself stuck in the RPD with none other than your partner in crime Leon S. Kennedy. As the both of you explore the new and abandoned environment you both find yourselves fending off zombies, running away from them, and getting stuck in safe rooms too...what more could go wrong? Maybe it's not so bad being stuck in a room with Officer Kennedy just for a few hours...right?

TW: Smut, Angst, Emotional Post Apocalyptical Shit, Nudity, Adult Language/Swearing, Roleplaying (Kinda), Oral sex (Fem Receiving), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Intense Making Out/Kissing, Some Arguing, Violence/Gore (Basically just shooting zombies and some blood), Tending to wounds (Blood and open wounds stuff ya know), Gun Fire/Shooting (At Zombies obviously), Some Commitment Issues (because the world is ending obviously)

Word Count: 4,196

A/N: I totally forgot how much I loved this game and that I basically grew up playing RE4, 5 and 6! I saw some walkthroughs of the new RE2 & RE3 Remake like a year ago and this one-shot smut has been sitting in my drafts for a god damn year just unpublished. I decided to release it due to the new movie coming out to quench yall’s thirst for Leon from the video games at least since I lowkey hate the cast they picked for the movie. Hopefully, I nail everything on the head and get the details right! Hope you all enjoy it and thank you!

UPDATE: READ PT. 2 (RE4 Remake)

"Are you sure this is the right hallway to the darkroom?" You whispered as you held your handgun close to your chest.

Your breath was heavy from having outrun some zombies from the last room you ventured into with Leon. He seemed to be unaffected from all this exercise, it probably was all that training at the police academy or maybe he was just built well, very well you might add. Ypu were guilty of having stolen a few glances here and there at his budging muscles in his police uniform.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions Y/N. According to the map, yes it should be right around this corner." He clutched onto his shotgun tightly, swiftly turning the corner as you followed suit, making sure to look around and behind every corner.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't ask so many questions if you just communicated with me a bit more." You said with a snarky attitude as the moan and grunting of a nearby zombie echoed close by.

You decided to stay quiet, slowly stepping on your tippy-toes but that didn't last very long when another zombie started to wildly scratch at the boarded-up windows near the Darkroom. Another zombie crawling on the floor ready to take a bite at your ankles. You pointed your flashlight to the ground pulling the trigger on your handgun, shooting it right in the head two times without hesitation. Bang Bang. Blood splattered all over the floor and onto the tips of your shoes. Leon aimed for the zombie that was knocking at the window and shot right through the glass. Boom. You heard the loud cocking of the shotgun as he reloaded and shot once more, glass shattering and flying all over the both of you. You heard Leon loudly grunt as you were positive he cut himself with one of the flying shards. Both of your gunshots had only caused more trouble by alerting the rest of the dormant zombies that were roaming the halls carelessly and the moaning and groaning became louder. Shadows of rotting corpses creeping towards you, ready to pounce.

"Fuck! Come on, get in!" Leon said as you quickly ran into the Darkroom right behind him and he slammed the door shut with his shoulder. He shifted his whole body weight against the door holding it closed while their nails seemed to screech against the door, trying to claw their way inside. The wooden door rattling as Leon made sure that door stayed closed like his life depended on it.

"A little help would be nice!" He yelled at you from across the room. You quickly grabbed a metal chair making sure to put it right under the doorknob and propping it up to blockade the door. Safety at last.

"Jesus Christ...that was a close one. We really need to get you a silencer for that trigger finger of yours." He said bending down and putting his hands on his knees, exhaling while his eyes were focused on the floor. Blood was running down his bicep in dark red streams, droplets falling onto the cracked concrete, making creating a somewhat intriguing pattern.

"Seriously?! You wanted me to just do nothing while a zombie was about to bite me?! You also didn't need to use your loud and proud shotgun to take out one zombie!-” You we’re practically out of breath while you ranted, Leon never seemed to catch a break, you both have been acting like cat and dog all day.

“Thanks though...for saving our asses...again." You admitted, the tone in your voice defeated.

You walked over to the table in the middle of the room putting down your handgun and taking off your RPD hip pouch, unstrapping the bulletproof vest from your chest. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, you tried to take a minute to calm down. The adrenaline pumping in your veins had you completely on edge and you werent feeling like yourself all day, but then again not everyone is thrown into a borderline zombie apocalypse on their first day on the job.

You were one of the rookies that was suppose to start today just like Leon. The both of you had been paired to be working as partners but this wasn't what you expected when you had arrived to Raccoon City. Everything was abandoned, crumbling to pieces and it looked like a massacre happened outside. Nowhere was safe anymore and everything about your past life didn't matter right now, the goal was to survive every second.

You heard Leon curse under his breath while he sat on the spare cot that was in the room, his hand holding the bleeding gash that was on his bicep. You quickly decided to take action by rummaging around the room in hopes to find a first aid kit or anything at this point to help your partner. You might not have gotten off on the right foot when first meeting him but that didn't make it any less important that the both of you had to stick together through this, because being alone would have been much worse.

At last, after opening every drawer and cabinet you were able to find a first aid kit. You walked over to Leon, getting down on one knee as you put the open kit on the cot beside him.

"What are you doing Y/N? I'll be fine, I promise. Right now, we need to rest and wait for this to pass." He said giving you a weak smile looking down at you with his piercing blueish grey eyes.

"No Leon. It's not fine, you're bleeding all over the place and I don't think you want this cut to get infected, do you?" You asked tilting your head to the side, slowly placing your fingertips on his muscular bicep and rotating his arm closer to you so you could see the wound better.

"Take off your shirt." You commanded him to do without even blinking an eye.

You didn’t even realized how it sounded or what you had said but a blush came across your face at the thought that a half-naked Leon would be right in front of your eyes in mere seconds.

Leon hesitated for a second but proceeded to unstrap his bulletproof vest and toss it to the side. He slowly peeled his shirt off and Jesus Christ what a sight. You couldn't help but glance over and admire his sculpted body. The deep valleys and dips in his abs, his defined V line that ran against his waistline, and even his collarbones looked appealing. The crappy lighting in the room somehow making all the right parts of his body glisten like golden glitter.

"May I...?" You asked as Leon nodded his head in response and let you grab hold of his arm, rotating it towards you.

You grabbed the tweezers from the box and started to see if you could find any glass shards in the cut and of course, there were a few pieces lodged deep in there.

"This is...well it's going to hurt. There’s no sugar coating that." You say while starting to slowly spread the skin open with your fingertips and reaching into the fleshy parts, pulling out glass pieces one by one. You could hear Leon grunting under his breath, clearly in pain as a thin layer of sweat started to develop on his skin.

"I'm almost done, I promise." You say trying to reassure him and he grinds his teeth together in response.

His knuckles go white as he grips the bottom edge of the cot. You couldn't help but get distracted by his veiny hands and how hot and bothered he made you feel while admiring every part of him. You weren't going to lie, yes it had been a while since anyone's touched you in that way and this whole situation right now wasn’t your number one choice for getting out there to meet that someone special. You would be lying if you said you didn't find Leon attractive because he was way more than attractive, he was obviously your type. Strong, blonde, brooding and blue-eyed type that you wouldn't mind if he pinned you against the wall and took you right then and there.

You shook your head trying to get the dirty thoughts out of your mind and you placed the tweezers down, moving onto the brown glass bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide. You picked up a hefty amount of cotton gauze, unscrewed the cap, and soaked it in the liquid. You hesitated a little bit before pressing the gauze firmly into the wound and you could feel Leon squirm a little, most likely because it burned like a bitch.

"Fucking hell..." He said a bit too loud and placed his hand onto your shoulder squeezing tightly as the liquid filled his wound with white fizzing bubbles.

"Just hang in there. One more step left." You said reaching into the kit for the antibacterial liquid and dabbing it into the cut with your finger. Leon let out a sigh of relief as the burning had stopped and you wrapped up the gash with white bandage that was in the kit. You made sure to tightly wrap it around his arm, trying to also be delicate and not touching the sensitive area too much.

"Thank you…I appreciate it." His voice low and shallow.

You got up off the floor and sat in the spot right next to him on the cot. Leon had noticed a stray piece of hair in your eye and brushed it back, tucking it behind your ear. He let his hand rest on your cheek for just a moment, pulling it away quickly when he realized how close he was to you. Your cheeks got all flushed by his touch and you could feel your body heating up by being this close to him, what the hell was happening to you?! It couldn't be possible that you had actually developed feelings for him in less than 24 hours. It's just impossible. Your body was clearly reacting because you craved the touch of another human being, right?

"Sorry, I-it looked like it was in your eyes." He said with a smile as you were leaning more and more into him that both of your lips were inches away from each other but the moment quickly fell flat when it was interrupted by radio static coming through the walkie-talkie.

"Oh shit! That must be Marvin." You say reaching for the walkie-talkie from your hip pouch that was on the table.

You fiddle with the buttons to get the right channel and you press the button to speak.

"Marvin?! Marvin are you there?" You shout into the walkie.

"Y/N? Leon? It's Marvin! I____the lobby is__________with_____too many of them!" He says over the very static signal and his words get chopped off and broken, the signal soon dies out.

"Fuck! God damnit! This whole place is getting overrun. We need to get out of here Leon." You say in desperation as you put your hands on the table, hanging up the walkie-talkie, and turning around to face him while you lean against the flimsy wood of the table.

"I know, but right now we need to wait it out. I don't think you have any ideas on how we can pass the time, do you?" He asked with what seemed like a mischievous smile on his face while he stood up and walked towards you.

His hands immediately resting on both sides of the table, pinning you in between. His head slowly cocking to the side while he leaned in closer to you.

You looked away for a second breaking eye contact with him. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck and that alone was making you weak in the knees. He was acting pretty bold for a man who you thought was all about being a hero and saving the world. He acts as if you both weren’t literally bantering five minutes ago.

"I have a few ideas..." You said with a small smirk on your face as well.

You placed your hand on the waistband of his uniform trousers. Your fingers fiddling with his belt buckle but not fully undoing it. You saw the way he raised his eyebrows at you, his breath hitching ever so slightly as your fingertips glided along the edge, teasing him.

"Please do enlighten me Officer Y/LN. What were you thinking of doing to me exactly?" His eyebrows furrowing slightly as if he was geuinely curious.

"Well, I was hoping that actually, you could do something to me..." You paused for a moment as you leaned closer towards his body, your hands sliding up from his waist to pressing against the pecks on his chest and your lips going to his ear.

"I want you to....fuck me, Officer Kennedy. Can a rookie like you handle that?" You said pulling away to see his expression, it was like you had unleashed a beast within him by uttering those words. You were pretty sure that Leon was also just as touch-starved as you were, so what was the harm in indulging in one another?

"When you say it like that, how can I refuse?" He said as his hands snaked around to your waist, having a firm grip on you as he lifted you up in one swift movement, high enough so that you could sit on the wooden table.

Next thing you know his lips found their way to yours and there was no stopping this now. The way he kissed you, so ravenous, this man was in dire need and so were you. His hands caressed your body in all the right places as you opened your legs wider so that he could fit perfectly into the space inbetween. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your hands went straight to the nape of his neck, tugging at the little hairs there. His tongue pushing and pulling with yours while the both of you fought for dominance. You let a small moan slip from your lips when you felt his hands grab at your ass, squeezing the soft tissue, his hands snaking up your back bringing along your shirt with them. The kiss broke apart for just a moment as he pulled the shirt off of you and tossed it to the side and he took a moment to admire your body, observing every curve, dip, and even the valley between your breasts.

"This looks like it might be illegal. I'll have to confiscate this Officer." He said in heavy breaths, not even giving you time to respond back. His hands went immediately to your back, his skillful fingers unclasping your black lacey bra and freeing your breasts, leaving you completely exposed.

You responded with a small moan as he began fluttering kisses down your neck and making sure to leave hickies all over, biting your delicate skin and licking the spot over and over again. The heat of his tongue made your core boil even more while he squeezed and touched you in all the places you were craving for so long. Each kiss he placed needy and feverish while you squeezed your legs around him tighter, your hips grinding against his in unison. You could already feel his hard-on through his trousers, you were in the same boat as you could already feel yourself becoming wetter the more he did everything right to your body. Your hands made their way down to his belt buckle expect this time you made sure to push and pull it until it unbuckled completely and unbuttoned his trousers. Your hands slowly ghosted over his hard-on and you could feel him respond by pausing every few seconds while his lips traveled down your body, littering your skin with kisses left and right. One hand squeezed your breast while the other was hooked onto the belt loops of your pants, ready to undo them.

"Leon...please..." You begged in between small moans that you tried to suppress as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm not finished with you just yet." He said almost with a husky growl as he slowly started to help you slip off your pants, your panties sliding off at the same time leaving you completely naked and vulnerable to him.

He wasted no time getting in between your legs, his kisses making your inner thighs get goosebumps by the touch of his lips on your skin. You bit your lip at the sight of seeing him on his knees for you, worshipping you like a goddess. Leon seemed to be completely enthralled with the idea of going down on you. He started by swirling his tongue around your clit and then moved back down to trace your slit. Your hands immediately moved into his hair, raking through his brownish blonde locks and pulling him closer. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, your body reacting to him like it never had before. He continued to lick up and down your slit, his calloused fingertips rubbing at your clit, a whole new kind of sensation coursing through your body as you let out a wanton moan. You bucked your hips against him, grinding your pussy on his lips needy for more.

"I'm so close-" You barely were able to get out as he relentlessly continued to pleasure you with his tongue and god did this man have a skilled tongue.

Your whole body clenched when you suddenly felt two fingers prod into your enterance and slowly push in. He scissored his fingers, spreading you open and you certainly were tighter than expected. You could feel the knot inside your core tightening to the extreme. The feeling of his lips around your clit and his fingers being thrust in and out of your pussy made you see stars, your eyes shuttering, and your body trembling.

You came, crying out his name, you were pretty sure even the zombies on the other side of the door probably heard you. He kept licking stripes up and down your slit. You could feel your cum running down your inner thighs as your legs squeezed around his head bringing him closer. He pulled away for a moment to take a breath and stood right back up, his hips aligned with yours as you watched him lazily, drunk off the feeling of reaching your climax. Slowly he lowered his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his popping erection. Laid flat up against his lower abs, he bit his lip seeing you so unraveled and needy for him. His lips found their way back to yours, his tongue pressing up against yours making sure you could taste yourself on his lips. The way he kissed you was passionate yet rough it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. He had you under a complete trance and for a moment you even forgot that the world was probably crumbling outside of this room that the two of you were stuck inside together. Your hands slide up his arms and you gave a gentle squeeze to the bandaging you had put on his bicep. He pressed a bit harder into kissing you, his teeth grazing your lower lip catching it and biting it in response to the slight pain he felt.

"Fuck Leon, I need you...please..." You said practically begging at this point as you craved to have his cock inside you.

"Did I mention how hot you sound when you beg?" He said with a smug look on his face,  your legs already feeling like jelly at this point but you had just enough strength to pull his hips closer to you.

His cock filled you completely in one stroke, the head brushing against your wet slit as it entered you. You squeezed your eyes shut as his length stretched your walls. He drew his hips back and then thrusted back into you. Gasps and whines fell from your lips while he fucked you. You drew arbitrary patterns on his back with the pads of your fingers. Your toes curled as he slammed into you over and over again. His hands gripping the table under you as he struggled to steady himself with each and every thrust the faster he went in and out of you. His nose nuzzled into your neck as he struggled to hold back his groans of pleasure. You bit your bottom lip in the process while your fingers scratched into his back, definitely leaving a mark. His cock stroked along your g-spot, coaxing your orgasm to come faster. You could feel your muscles tensing. Your second orgasm was on the brink of happening and your moans were louder than you thought possible being as you couldn’t hold them in any longer.

"Cum for me...Y/N..." He had whispered into your ear, it flushing red with each and every word he had said.

You had cursed his name under your breath as your whole core had tensed up for a moment as you came. His hips still thrusting into yours as you rode out your high and you could feel him release inside of you, your fingers relaxing and tapping against his shoulder blades as both of your breaths were heavy and panting. His head leaned against your shoulder as his hands laid against the small of your back holding you close. Your legs had tightened around his waist keeping him close to you as you both took a moment to really process what just happened. That really fucking happened?!

"So...that really happened..." You say in a low whisper, as Leon had taken the liberty to pull away from you, fixing himself as he pulled up his boxer briefs and his trousers, bending down to find his belt and buckling it back in place, his hand going up to his forehead and wiping off the layer of sweat that had built up from the workout you both had done.

You start to scramble to pull up your own panties and pants as you hopped off the table looking for your bra that had been discarded on the floor. The room had fallen under a heartbreaking silence as the both of you acted as if nothing had happened.

"Jesus Christ Leon! Say something! See this is your problem, you don't fucking communicate with me! You sure as hell were communicating with my damn body two seconds ago!" You say frustrated at the whole situation as you held your shirt in one hand while you stood across the room pointing your finger at him.

"Y/N please just give me a minute to think! I'm not good with this kinda thing...with commitment or whatever the hell you wanna call it." He says turning around to face you, slipping his t-shirt back onto his torso, his teeth grinding against each other while he lifted his arms.

"Oh please, are you really telling me you have commitment issues all of a sudden?! You sure weren't having those problems while you fucked me into oblivion on that table!" You yelled at him, the moaning and groaning of zombies from the other side of the door seeming to get inherently louder the more you raised your voice.

"What the hell do you want me to say Y/N?! That I really enjoyed it, that I might actually have feelings for you, that after all this is over I want to still see you again?! Is that what you want?" He says between heavy breaths, his eyes locking with yours.

"Leon...I-" You stutter to get out as you look into his blueish-grey eyes and you could see the fear.

"Do you have any idea how serious things are out there?! For fucks sake I don't even know if we are gonna survive this and right now you're the only person I have left...if I lost you...I don't know what I'd do..." He says under his breath as a tear starts to well up in your eye as you could hear the pain in his voice.

"I'm sorry Leon I shouldn't have said that...Things are pretty fucked up right now in the world and even though I just met you...there is clearly some type of chemistry between us is there not...?" You ask as if hoping he says something or anything at this point so the silence in the room doesn't kill you.

"Yeah...there is." He says as his steps make their way to you, his hand finding yours and holding it, squeezing every so often.

"Maybe, after all of this is over...I can get you a drink first...how does that sound?" He says with a small smile on his lips as you look back into his eyes and you couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"Sure, I would love that. Promise you won't die on me, Officer Kennedy." You say as you pull him in for a hug, he really looked like he needed one.

"You know that I don't make any promises." He says as his hands clench at your back holding you tightly.

"Stop ruining the moment Kennedy." You say with a chuckle as you're still hugging him close, not wanting to let go.

The two of you still had a long time to wait out in the Darkroom and who knows what else would happen between you two during that time. You hoped that eventually the world would be saved and things could maybe go back to normal one day. You sure as hell weren't going to miss out on that drink Leon owed you.

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Rskyrskursurs I just love how you write yandere Leon Kennedy lmfao, he's horny on Main but is trying to drink his Respect Reader Juice mbahrjtslitskyslisy

i love this trope because yandere leon is the type to let his naivety and do-gooder-ness trip him up and make him shy around his darling, but when it gets to be too much he just goes whole hog. doesn't even realize how scary he looks when he's briskly stalking down the hallway towards you, jaw set and brow furrowed, and calmly asks why you're screaming when he touches you--you're going to attract the undead, and all he's doing is trying to protect you. that's his job, but more importantly, he cares about your well being and wants you to survive so he can be your boyfriend. not to mention i love the idea of leon being a goody-two-shoes on the outside and horny as all fuck inside--he's not the type that likes to risk your safety, but if you two run down the stairs and into the darkroom to get away from mr. x he might just shove everything off the desk and fuck you on it while the adrenaline's still in his system. doesn't even care if you're both covered in blood and gore or still dripping from the rain--he's just so happy you're with him and safe that he needs to get it all out of his system. and i imagine he's really smothering too, he gets in between your legs and just crushes you under his thick chest, chokes you out with kisses and moans praise into your mouth so you can barely get a breath in. and he'll just ruin your hips and leave them bruised with every thrust against the counter but it's okay, he'll carry you the rest of the way even when he has to wipe you down with the sleeve of his shirt to keep you from leaking his cum everywhere. at least then everybody will know not to fuck with you lest they get a bullet in the forehead.

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"Friend"(Yandere! Kazuha)

Genre: Dark fic

Summary: You trusted him, thought of him as a reliable friend. But it is too late to relise your mistake. Jealousy is a deadly poison indeed.

A/N: Wohoo it is finally here! I just got out of my writer’s block. To celebrate him coming home I am writing some short drabbles. There is more to come in the future, so stayed tuned if that interests you!

Content warning: Possessive and obsessive behaviours, drugging mention, implied female reader(no pronouns) General Yandere content, not proof-read or edited

Word count: roughly 1k

“This hurts me way more than it hurts you.”

The silver moonlight that flows from a narrow window compliments his light-coloured hair nicely, but you could not care less about his looks at this moment. Letting out a quiet sigh, the foreigner started to toy with a chain of keys.

The keys that could unlock the cuffs on your wrists.

“Ironic for you to say that when I’m the one being restrained.” Refusing to meet his eyes, you turned to the wall. Your parents were right, you are indeed too foolish, too naïve to take over the family business.

Kazuha knows you are upset, and you have every right to be. Anyone would feel horrible after someone abuses their trust.

Not to mention said person even locked you up in chains. He knows this is wrong, he does feel remorseful. But he simply cannot just let things carry on the way it was. The samurai has to do something, even if that means being questioned by his morals in his dreams.

The young man still remembered the day he first saw you; it feels as new as yesterday.

The Crux is currently restocking their pantry while Beidou is on business in Liyue, and you are here to discuss the prices of a couple of essentials.

Fair prices, polite tone, even greeted him with a smile when you noticed his curious gaze.

Which is something merchants seldom do.

So when the first mate assigned him with the task of managing the transportation from your shop, Kazuha was looking forward to carrying out his duties.

Even his once-noble family has fallen into obscurity, Kaedehara Kazuha got some aristocratic pride left in him. He knows an affable appearance must be kept up if he wishes to get along with the rest of the crew but to say, friends... Kazuha never considered any of them as potential options.

A well-educated induvial who seems to be interested in literature such as yourself piques his interest quite a bit.

From what Kazuha can tell (by listening in to your conversation with other crew members), you seem to admire their leader Beidou a great deal. So he took advantage of that without guilt; after all, that is how anyone would make friends right? It worked fantastically well, as you would invite him to stay for tea after the errands are finished, just to listen from a "insider".

The way your eyes light up like lanterns at dusk is mesmerizing. There is always the way you lean in slightly with interest, frowning when he wants to save the ending for the next meeting.

Is it so bad to leave you wanting more?

He has to admit that he enjoys your company. You are well-spoken, willing to indulge his poetry rambles, even completing unfinished ones from time to time.

Not that he has any idea how much until later.

“Kazuha, you are no fun.” Filling his teacup once more, you said with a petty pout. Just why wouldn’t he ever finish telling the whole story? He’s for sure doing this on purpose just to mess with you.

You two are friends, not close ones, but on amicable terms, nevertheless. Your merchant parents understand the importance of relations and connections well, so they never said anything against it.

That is what both of you believe until the Samurai suddenly feels this unreasonable urge to be violent when he sees you laughing with another man. As he was feeling indisposed that particular day, so the first mate sent another sailor to cover for him.

If gazes can do damage, the poor sailor would have been in shambles within seconds, from Kazuha’s stares alone.

He wants you to smile at him, acting all lively and cute with him only. Oh dear, that is a selfish thought. But Kazuha cannot help it, not that he wants to suppress it anyways.

The self-control that he took pride in almost shattered instantly. Luckily, Kazuha could excuse himself from Beidou’s questionable eyes by repeatly stating how unwell this cold makes him feels.

Wandering Samurais likes him would never settle down for anyone when they still got the strength to travel with a blade in hand. It is simply the illness that is getting to him, yes. That must be it.

Until the string of restraint snapped, when he sees you walking into the Liuli Pavilion with a suitor your parents approved for you. Despite you acting somehow overly polite and distanced with the man, Kazuha feels as if he has been threatened.

How joyous would it be, if he were to leave a few marks on someone who dares to tamper with what is his?

Even if he gets rids of this one, there will be more in the future. You had already told him how your parents wish you to use your marriage to booster your influence.

He needs a solution. A permanent, clean one.

It would be too much of a hassle and trouble to target every single person that comes near you. So, the best option is to target you instead.

When Kazuha had Beidou invite you to a dinner occasion on the crux, you did not think much of the situation and came with a few gifts in hand. He hesitated before giving you the beer that contains few extra ingredients, but he knows it would be worth it before long.

“I should have never trusted you.” You spit it out word by word, expressing them in spite as much as you can. You should have known that he is up to no good when he tried to approach you with legendary tales of Lady Beidou. How could he do this?

Now you are stuck in this tiny room in archon knows where after blacking out suddenly, the only clue being you are on a moving ship.

With his current occupation and status, there is little to no chance that he could ever win your parent’s approval. This way, what they think they do not matter.

The fact that you are his spouse would be set in stone by the time you could return to them. It would leave them no choice but to accept him as a son-in-law to save faces.

Kazuha kneels down near you, trying to reach for your cheeks as if he wants to caress them gently with his fingers. The ruby eyes of the young man darken unnoticeably in the darkroom when you decided to distance yourself away from him, as far as possible. But he understands.

You will come around, hopefully. You did like him back then, so why not once more? Even if you never do, he cares too much for you to ever leave you be. Selfish as it sounds, Kazuha would rather sees you unhapplily stuck here with him, than go roaming freely, be happy in someone else's arms.

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Bracelet (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

Requested by @irenne-stans​: I’d like to request a Diego Hargreeves x reader Set in season 2 the reader is close friends w/ the academy (especially Diego) and gets sucked into 1963.when the reader first sees Lila very close w/ Diego her first instinct is to fight and Lila would say like “he’s clearly over you is even made me a bracelet” the reader responds w/ “shitty bracelet he made me his girlfriend” or something like that oh and the reader wins the fight or Diego pulls the reader off Lila. while the others just watch

TW: season 2 spoilers (but you read the request), feminine reader, swearing, hella canon-divergence, poorly written fight scene, wound description

Word Count: 2,333

A/N: I started writing and realized I changed the request a bit (I have horrible reading comprehension), sorry!

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It wasn’t like Diego to be this clingy. Ever since his father’s death, he started spending every moment he could with you. You chalked it up to be some sort of existential crisis, especially when he asked, “What would you do if you knew the world was ending in less than a week?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t do anything differently.”

“The whole world is ending, and you aren’t going to do anything different,” he asked in disbelief.

“Fine, I’ll play your game. I’d spend more time with you.” You punctuated your sentence with a quick kiss. ”Now, shh. This is my favorite part.” You settled back into his chest and turned your attention back to the screen.

“I’ll spend more time with you, too,” he whispered into your hair. 

He kept to his promise, going so far as to drag you with him into a portal to God knows where with much protest from his siblings. The last thing you remember before crashing to the ground was Diego telling you he loved you.

Now, you sit on a rather stiff couch, while the man who graciously let you live with him. He goes on and on about a secret alien race, ‘just like you’. You nod. It was easier to tell him what he wanted to hear than to try to do anything about it.

Luckily, Five showed up not too long after you. He explained everything, from the last apocalypse to this one. While he went off to find his siblings, he left you to listen to one of Elliott’s crazy rants.

“I got an update on another one of them. Escaped from the mental hospital,” Elliott says, as he tosses the newspaper in your direction. “Know him?”

You gasp when you see the picture. “Diego.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper.

“You know him,” Elliott presses. “He’s like you.”

You ignore him. Diego is here. He’s alive, and he’s here. His hair is much longer than it was, but he still looked exactly the same. “Oh, God. I have to find him.” You threw the paper back to Elliott before grabbing your shoes. “How far away should he be?”

He doesn’t have time to answer before you are out the door. “My God, Diego. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” you wonder, heading down the street. You don’t have much time to wonder before you see him sitting in a definitely stolen car. You shout his name, causing him to turn to you. As soon as he sees you, he clambers out of the car. 

“(Y/N)!” The joy on his face is unmistakable. Though, you don’t get to see it for long, as he immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close to you as he can, before kissing you. When he pulls away, he holds your face in his hands. “You’re here.”

That’s all it takes for you to start crying. Every emotion the two of you have felt since arriving comes pouring out of you. He gently brushes away your tears, ignoring his own. You almost forgot how good it feels to be in his arms, to just be with him. 

Unfortunately, you don’t get to stay there for long. A woman, who you hadn’t noticed in the car earlier, clears her throat. “Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

“Fuck off,” Diego groans. 

“You’re no fun,” she pouts.

Diego rolls his eyes. “Killed the mood, didn’t she?”

You chuckle. “A little, but God, is it good to see you again.” You look passed him to the girl in the car. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Oh, so you’re (Y/N). I was starting to think he truly was insane.”

You give Diego an inquisitive look, which he dismisses. “I was in there for a while. I could only think about you. Where were you?”

You explain where you were and everything that Five had told you, to which Diego can only respond with, “Again?”

“Looks like you gotta be a hero again.”

“So you’re where he gets it from?” the woman interjects.

Diego closes his eyes. It takes all of his self-control not to snap. “Lila-” Luckily for her, Five manages to find you before he has a chance to finish his sentence.

“See you’re pulling your weight around here, (Y/N).” He turns his attention to his brother, “And you are making my life incredibly difficult. Now let’s get you inside before someone sees you.” He turns on his heel and heads back toward Elliott’s.

“Ooh! I’m coming, too!” Lila says, hopping out of the car. Before anyone has a chance to stop her, she bounds up the steps. “Well, you comin’?”

You shrug and lead Diego into the building, but not before stealing another kiss. By the time you get in, Elliott is screaming at Five about the film he asked him to about earlier. Five, rather uninterested in the whole conversation, allows Lila to knock Elliott out before instructing you to tie him up while Five sets up the projector to watch the “Frankel Footage”.

You and Diego are too wrapped up in, well, each other to pay attention to the film. However, when you hear the gunshot, you both turn your attention to the screen. 

“Is the guy with the umbrella…” you trail off, uncertain of if you really want to accuse your boyfriend’s father of murder.

“Dad,” Five and Diego say in unison. 

“What the hell was that?” Lila asks, backing away. “What the hell was that?”

None of you know how to explain what happened. When you don’t answer immediately, she rushes off to hide in the makeshift darkroom. 

“I’ll go calm her down,” Diego says.

“(Y/N), help me find Dad,” Five commands.

“We’re just gonna leave him?” You point to Elliot.

“We’ll just be in the next room.”

You nod and grab the phonebook. You flip through the ‘H’s. “No Hargreeves. Any other suggestions?”

“D.S. Manufacturing.” He moves to look over your shoulder. “There it is! Diego and I are going to see if we can get anything out of him. You need to stay here either to calm down Elliott or Lila. I’m not sure who needs your help more.”

You nod. “Be careful.”

“I will be. You may want to tell your boyfriend that.”

“I will.” You walk over to the closet. “D, we found him.”

“I’ve got to go, Lila. Family thing,” he explains to her before turning his attention back to you. “She’s starting to get some of it. Just keep her sane.”

“I will. You be careful.”

He rolls his eyes. “I always am.”

“Yeah. It’s not like I’ve ever had to stitch you back together right before I go to work.”

He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll be careful. Promise.” He holds his pinkie out, something the two of you started doing early in your relationship.

You lock yours with his. “I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t. You’re stuck with me.”

“Good. Now, go, be a hero.”

He kisses you again before heading out the door.  

Once he leaves, you tell Lila that you are going to make something to eat since she probably hasn’t had anything. She just nods, obviously uncomfortable with you. Eventually, hunger wins, and she comes into the kitchen with you.

“Y’know,” she says between mouthfuls of pancakes, “I thought that that man was insane -- daddy issues and all that -- but now,” the rest of her sentence is drowned out by the food. “So, what’ the deal with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“He just kept telling anyone who would listen about how great you are, how much he missed you, all that shit. So, what’s so great about you?”

You grip your glass a little tighter and plaster a smile onto your face. “I-”

“Not that it matters. You never bothered to look for him.” You try not to let her get to you. You try to be the bigger person, but as soon as she says, “Besides, we were basically a thing at the hospital. Why else would he take me with him? He even made me this bracelet.” She waves her wrist adorned with a string of beads in front of your face.

“Quite a shitty bracelet,” you respond, taking her empty plate from her. Once you turn around, you mutter, “He made me his girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah. Seems to be working well for you. You couldn’t even be bothered to-” Something takes control over you. You slap her as if on instinct. Surprisingly, she seems rather unphased, coming back at you twice as hard. You try everything Diego taught you, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. It’s almost like she grew up in a bootcamp.

Just as she moves to hit you again, the door opens, and Five whistles. “As wonderful as it is to see you two bonding, your boyfriend needs some help.” 

She hits you one last time before running down the stairs. You follow her to a horribly wounded, but conscious, Diego. 

“Fuck,” you both say.

“I’m fine,” Diego says.

You roll your eyes. “Stand straight.”

He tries but fails. “Fine. Patch me up, Doc.”

You take his shirt off and lead him to the couch. You inspect the wound, which doesn’t seem to be too serious.

“I need disinfectant, bandages, some clean cloths, water, and some sort of painkiller,” you instruct. Lila and Five get to work gathering what you need, while you stay with Diego.

“Seems like I should have warned you to be careful,” he jests.

“I’m not the one bleeding out on a stranger’s couch,” you counter.

“You were the one almost pushed over a banister.”

You keep your eyes trained on his stomach, looking for any other scratches.

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

“It was nothing. I was being stupid.”

“No shit.” He laughs bitterly. “You can either tell me now, or I’ll ask her.”

“All out of painkillers,” Five interrupts, “but I’ve got everything else. Lila is untying Elliott.”

You thank him before telling him to go supervise her. Once he leaves, you get to work and hope that Diego has forgotten about the fight.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he finally asks once you’ve cleaned most of the blood.

“You’re going to laugh.” You put some rubbing alcohol on the wound, causing him to hiss.

“I’m not much of a laugher.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. I was jealous.”

As if to prove you right, he laughs. After an unamused look from you, he stops. “Sorry, but why? You know I love you.”

“I know.” You throw the cloth onto the couch. “I know. She was just talking about being with you and the bracelet and-”

“(Y/N), that bracelet is shit!”

“I know! I just -- I guess I just thought -- I thought I lost you, and the thought of you having this life that I couldn’t be a part of killed me. I know it’s stupid and selfish, but I just didn’t want you to have moved on so fast.” You didn’t realize you were crying until you feel Diego wipe away a tear. 

“I will never move on from you. I love you, (Y/N), and I will make you a million bracelets to show you that. You have nothing to worry about.” He kisses you gently, ignoring the pain in his side. “I love you, and if we were back home, at our home, I’d show you.” You smile slightly. “Thatta girl. I told you, you’re stuck with me.”

“Good.”

You finish patching him up in silence. He has quite a few bruises that will still be there for a while, but there’s not much you can do about them. Since he doesn’t feel up to walking upstairs, the two of you stay on the couch. With Diego next to you, you sleep soundly for the first time since you came here, but he can’t stop his mind from reeling.

He feels horrible about everything that happened. He just wishes that he could have been there as soon as you first became jealous to hold you and tell you that you had absolutely nothing to worry about. He can’t stop thinking about the bracelet. You both know that the bracelet is the least of your worries, but something about it keeps eating at him. He suddenly gets an idea.

He climbs off of the couch, careful not to wake you, and moves over to the pile of cloth. He digs through the pile, looking for some sliver of white fabric in the pile, but he comes up empty. Instead, he grabs one and washes it until the water runs clear. He rips it into three small strips and begins braiding it the way he’s seen you and his sisters do a million times. When it somewhat resembles a bracelet, he ties it around your wrist, cutting it so that it fits perfectly.

When he tries to lay back down next to you, his elbow knocks against you, causing you to wake up. “Diego?”

“Yes, doll?”

“What’re you doing up?”

“I wanted to make up for earlier.”

“Diego-” You move your hand up to rest on his cheek, but you stop when you see the cloth. “What’s this?”

“I thought you deserved your own bracelet. This one is a bit more personal, though, not some mandatory arts and crafts project.”

You examine it. It’s lumpy and poorly braided and a rather ugly bronze color. “Where did you get this?”

“Before you freak out, I cleaned it.”

“You got it from that pile, didn’t you?”

He nods sheepishly, feeling rather foolish for thinking that you would like a blood-colored bracelet. “I’m sor-”

“I love it, and I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You curl back into him, laying the arm with the bracelet on his chest where you can both see it.

[unholyhelbig]

Triple Treble High school AU??

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The darkroom wasn’t originally in the blueprints for the high school. It was a small space that was wedged between the back stairwell, something that still smelled so thickly of drain cleaner, and sawdust, that the developer only added a twinge of vinegar to the mix.

Beca had pestered and persisted until the school board agreed to convert the unused storage area into a place for the yearbook committee to soak and hang their film. It could fit about four people at a time and left her blinking away the red light when the bell rang, load and enough to vibrate the whole room.

She leaned against the table that woodshop had constructed, mindful of the surface that could splinter at any moment. She was putting the finishing touches on her book report for Mr. White’s third-period English. She was cutting it close, but the photos from the pep rally the day before still had a good three minutes left of the egg timer.

She twisted the dial and listened to the satisfying click that accompanied it.

Beca had learned a long time ago that it was better to be unseen than seen by the whole world. There were no standards that way, if this batch of photos didn't turn out, or darken fully, that would be okay- because it wasn’t like they had noticed her, other than the small flashes of light, or the click of her Nikon.

She scribbled the finishing touches on her interesting take of “To Kill a Mockingbird” and shoved the crinkled lined paper into her backpack. She hadn’t put much thought into it- having read the novel more than once and never finding it as moving as it was intended to be.

The timer sounded off and her heart caught in her throat. It always did, even though she was the one that set it. She knew it was going to hiss eventually, and her hands moved before her mind could catch up. She peered over the edge of the basin at the photo that developed fully.

Chloe Beale beamed charismatically, her arm around Kaylee Eli, brow glistening with sweat. The logo of the cowboy shining under the lights. Beca was a damn good shot, but Chloe was an even better model. She stared right into the lens like she actually saw Beca- she noticed and posed and smiled with the same type of vigor as always.

The second warning bell sounded off and Beca fished the photo from the solution with her tongs. She shook it once, then twice, before clipping it on the line. She shouldered her bag and then emerged into the hallway, breathing in to clear out the sharp acidic scent from her lungs.

She nearly collided with a warm body, also trying their hardest to get through the hallways and into homeroom in time for the third and final bell to sound. Her sneakers squeaked against the floor, and her shoulder did make contact with something soft, and hot, and she stumbled with an apology before even realizing who it was.

Posters, and buttons scattered across the floor with a deafening clatter, and a pile of books were soon to follow. They were obnoxiously red, white, and blue. And Beca was on her knees, very suddenly, scrambling to pile them into a stack that they had once been.

“I’m so sorry,” She said, her own backpack forgotten.

“Were you in a supply closet?”

Beca glanced up, meeting hard and ripe green. The girl in front of her was a mass of blonde hair and lip gloss. She shoved her bangs back and gave Beca an inquisitive look. The posters were stacked now, and the two raised to a standing position.

“No, I mean, yes.” Beca frowned “It’s not a supply closet anymore, though. It’s a dark room. For photography.”

The girl studied her. She looked vaguely familiar. Those posters did too- Aubrey Posen for Student President. She realized she was still gripping them, reading them. She flushed and handed them over.

“I’m afraid I’ve made you miss the final bell.” She said.

“Don’t worry about it. Have a fantastic day.” Beca replied, even if she didn’t’ mean it. She grabbed her bag from the floor and maneuvered her way around the girl and walked off towards her first class- one that she wouldn't be paying much attention to.

Aubrey glared down at her posters. The word Fantastic was outlined in blue and slanted in a way that screamed desperately. She swallowed back the suddenly queasy feeling in her stomach and pulled her shoulders back. It didn’t’ matter if the candy-cane stripes and the blue lettering were tacky. It would win her the vote.

She felt disheveled, the pink late slip in her pocket burned like dry ice. She hated breaking the rules, and even this, even having the permission to skip the first half of the morning to work on her campaign, made her feel like some kind of common criminal.

Aubrey walked all the way to the gym.

She was meant to set up the ballot tables for the three lunch periods. She hadn’t thought that many people would skip out on the greasy scent of fried chicken and the brothy greens that were slopped next to them to vote for student council. Not many people cared about the election, and sometimes Aubrey questioned her own dedication to the cause of no cause at all.

The gym always smelled thickly of sweat and floor wax. It’s bright lights seemed to be the only thing in the school that ran on an automatic timer. The last moments of morning cheer practice had just concluded, and Aubrey waited dutifully by the double doors for the girls to clear out.

Most of them- she knew cordially. She was nod at them and say hello, and even give them a button to strap to their bags. So they smiled kindly as they exited past her, and wished her luck on today's vote. She figured she needed it.

“Are you nervous?”

“Huh?” Aubrey had started to study the sound system in the corner, but her focus was suddenly on the one remaining cheerleader in the gym. Her voice echoed, and her smile radiated. “Oh, uh, no my opposing candidate is a gerbil so.”

“he’s got a solid campaign.” She replied, walking across the seal in the center of the floor. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re going to do great. You’ve got my vote.”

Aubrey hadn’t been this close to Chloe Beale. Not in school- they usually avoided one another after Bumper’s Halloween party, two semesters ago. She didn’t remember, much- the fowl taste of beer, the flashing lights, a kid in a skeleton mask, and Chloe Beale’s lips on hers. Cherry, and tart with alcohol.

Her cheeks reddened at the thought, all-encompassing. “Right, I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to tell me that.”

“Oh?”

Chloe took a few steps backward before turning completely and walking towards the double doors. Aubrey struggled to avert her eyes, knew that she had to, but couldn’t find a way to do it. Chloe could feel them on her- swinging her hips intentionally.

She found herself letting out a trembled breath once she exited into the hallway. Her arms were burning, and so were her cheeks. Aubrey M. Posen had always been intimidating; in her fancy blazers and thick reading glasses. Her lips tingled, and she pressed two fingers against them to quell the sensation. The girl probably didn't even remember her on Halloween night, that stupid skeleton kid, drenched in fake blood, and the flashing lights that spurred her drunken stupor.

Chloe pressed her back against the painted brick wall and let the coolness drip through her sweaty t-shirt. She hadn’t slept well the night before, and practice before the day had even begun made her bones ache and her stomach turn.

She was going to be late for class, she knew that before they had even finished listening to coach Morris reminding them (for the third time that morning) about the pep rally on Friday. She peeled herself from the wall, blinking away the light from the trophy cases, before slinking into the locker room. It was empty now, the remaining scent of body spray and lotion clouding her lungs.

Chloe quickly changed and pulled her bag over her shoulder. She didn’t’ have a pink slip, not as she should, but figured that Mrs. Gordon would excuse her this once. She would slide into first-period Chemistry and try her best not to disturb the room more than she had to.

“Miss Beale,” She felt her heart seize, Mrs. Gordon’s eyes on her, lifting from the workbook that she was struggling to flip through. The rest of the room had taken to staring at her too, roaming eyes and giddy for a distraction, no matter how small. “Take the nearest seat.”

It would certainly be easier than working her way around the room, through the bags and the lab stools. She glanced sparingly at the empty seat closest to her. Beca Mitchell lifted both of her eyebrows and shifted the camera bag to the floor, allowing her to take a seat.

“Flip to page seventeen, The building of Electron’s and Neutrons”

Chloe reached for her bag, but before she could Beca shifted the textbook towards the middle of them, letting her scan her eyes over the annotated version of the paragraphs. She had never expected Beca Mitchell, resident outcast and photographer, to go through the nightly reading and actually absorb it.

She smelled thickly of cloves and chemicals. It was earthy but comforting. It almost relaxed Chloe from the morning, brought her down to a familiar buzz after sharing a conversation with Aubrey in the gym. She blinked through her lack of focus and tried to concentrate on something other than how close the alt girl was, and how their knees almost met under the lab table.

Beca reached up and turned the page, Chloe realized she hadn’t read a single line.

[vialeza]

The Struggle of a Long-distance Marriage [a short story ] sasusaku fanfic

It was past midnight and Sakura was still up since she seems to had a lot of paperwork plus she had to check the records of her patients, this day had been a nightmare for her, since part of her time she was busy in the hospital, then she had to check on the new apprentices that enlisted to be a medic ninja and to add more she was several times summoned by the Hokage office, basically this whole day was one of those where they don't seem to have an end, and you could tell since she still hadn't finished with her work.

Suddenly the sound of a door being unlocked flood Sakura's ears, she knew who it was this about, it was him, he did this all the time, it was usually when he finished a mission and came back home, from what she could see, he probably passed for the Hokage office to turn in his report about his mission, just like Sasuke, Naruto was working hard too, from what Hinata told Sakura, Naruto spends most of the time on his office and he barely makes it home, Sakura was worried for Sasuke and Naruto, both have strived their best to keep the village safe yet they barely make time to spend with their family

"You're still up" Sasuke pronounced with his raspy voice making echoing all around in the silent house.

Sakura slowly glared at him and nodded at his statement; in the corner of her eye, she could see Sasuke silhouette leaving his black cloak over the chair right next to her at the dinner table.

Sakura was spacing out, this night she seemed to be more thoughtful than ever and the cause was because, since today's day she was busy going back and forth in the village, she couldn't help but hear people talking about her when she was around, and that wasn't a problem for her, if not the rumors about her and her relationship with her husband, back when she got with Sasuke many people didn't stop talking about them and their strange relationship, at the time she didn't really mind since they were only simple rumors that she tried to avoid but recently while she was working she would hear things like:

"Wow Sakura Uchiha hasn't aged at all, she still keeps being a beauty like she was in her youth"

"Did you know about Sakura's daughter, Sarada, being only a genin her accomplishments as a ninja are one of the most remarkable of the village"

"There are rumors about Sasuke might be betraying the village since he's always out"

"Did you know that Sasuke only married Sakura to restore his clan"

"Oh lord, really that must be terrible I feel so bad for Sakura"

"Rumors say that Sasuke and Sakura are divorced and that's why he only comes once in a while to visit her daughter"

"How can Sakura have a husband so absent of home for so long time, if I were her I couldn't stand for someone like that"

And rumors like that had spread all around Sakura's presence in events and even in her hospital, she couldn't help but be affected by them because the rumors were the same most of the time, and she somehow started to feel uncertain about the rumors.

And what if maybe they're true and I just have lie to myself all this time she questioned herself.

She rapidly shuddered to think that.

"Sasuke-kun " she pronounced with a lump on her throat.

"What is it?" he abruptly stops and turns around to Sakura.

She could see that he was probably very tired since seem to be walking to his room.

"You know what, never mind, go to sleep you must be tired" she smiled at him and shook her head at what she was going to ask him.

I must be really stupid to be affected by those lame rumors. she thought to herself trying to appease the lump on her heart that has been formed.

"What is it?" Sasuke repeated himself this time walking towards Sakura and leaning his hand on the table.

Sakura knew that Sasuke was staring at her looking for an answer from her.

"Oh don't worry, I'll tell you tomorrow" she glared back at him with a fake smile on her lips, trying to make Sasuke go away.

"Tomorrow I'll be leaving out for another mission, so say it now"

She suddenly lowered her head and stared at her feet, a sudden rage followed by a bit of sadness despaired her, she clenched her fists around her and furiously stood up.

"Why? why do you have to go?" she said crestfallen.

"You know exactly why" Sasuke bluntly retorted.

"It's not fair for me, I only get to have you for a couple of minutes, and then you're suddenly gone" she frowned at him.

He didn't say anything and was only staring at her jade green eyes.

"I know I'm sounding very lame and selfish, but believe me, I know it, but why can't I be selfish for once? why can't I have the opportunity to spend time with you and Sarada as a family? why can't you be with us for more time? it's killing me knowing that Sarada is missing a lot of memories of his dad and not only her but me too" she burst out raising her voice.

Sasuke only gave her a last glanced and started to walk out of the room without saying anything about the outburst that she just had.

"So then the rumors are true" Sakura's voice started to crack "You only are with me to restore your clan? "

In a span of seconds, Sasuke was already in front of her, staring face to face Sakura nervously gulped

"Do you really believe that?" Sasuke's husky yet velvety voice made Sakura's ears tingle at his closeness.

She didn't, she knows that her bonds to Sasuke were deeper than anything else, that even though he wasn't that expressive when it comes to affection, she knew that he loves her in his own way, but the uncertainty and insecurities have always been chasing Sakura since was little.

Sakura didn't reply to his question instead she only stayed silent and glared at her feet.

"Look at me, Sakura" he slowly pronounced close to her ear "don't make me repeat myself" he added.

Sakura slowly move her face towards him, and there he was, eyes darker than the night sky, a sharp nose followed by some plump lips, and an unexpressive face, that you couldn't tell if he was happy, sad, or mad, he was a whole enigma yet only his wife could sometimes read through him, even for Sakura, sometimes it was hard to tell what Sasuke was thinking.

"It's not about if I believe or not, it's what everyone else believes" she mouthed.

"I asked you if you believed it, not them, so...do you?"

"N-no " she stammered "But I can't help but get so insecure when you're not here, I feel lonely, I feel like I can't talk to someone before going to bed because you're not here, I'm sorry that I get carried away with people opinions, but being here without you for so long it pains me, the uncertainty of not knowing if you are going to come back home sound and alive is slowly torturing me... but I have to be strong for Sarada and you since you two are everything to me..." she added with tears streaming down her eyes.

Sasuke's expression soften and gently started to cupped her face in his hand, sakura shivered at his unexpected touch, but deep down she enjoyed being touch by him, since that was the only way that she could only feel like he was home, by feeling him in her skin.

"I'm sorry that I make you cry" he softly pronounce whilst wiping her tears away

Sakura in response only buried her face against his broad chest, allowing herself this moment to fully lean on him and feel his presence.

"You don't know how much I love you, Sasuke-kun" she muffled, and in response, Sasuke tilted his head and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Not too long from that touching moment Sakura's body faints in Sasuke's arms, he rapidly holds her tight and takes a moment to appreciate the delicate face of his wife, he smiled the scene of having Sakura fainted on his arms, she was probably so tired from too much work and to add more, all the burst of emotions that she had set free this night must have left her exhausted and overwhelmed.

Sasuke carefully poses her over his shoulder to carry her to their bedroom, gently he places her in the bed but before he could leave her side, Sakura's hand grabs his arm "please don't go" she pouted and pulled him towards her.

And there they were, the two of them laying on the bed in the darkroom, Sakura couldn't help but snuggle on him, the familiar cologne of Sasuke invaded Sakura's senses unconsciously making her sniff Sasuke's neck.

"Shannaro, I missed you so much," she said.

"I did too" Sasuke retorted while tenderly running his fingers through her hair.

By the time, both of them fell asleep together, after all, it was a long night and both of them have been exhausted by it, Sakura for a moment was happy to be in Sasuke's arms, and Sasuke was relieved to get to see his wife once in a while since he got to be away from home for long periods he misses the presence of his partner, couldn't see her when he wanted, couldn't talk her when he wanted, couldn't touch her when he wanted to it, missing all those things was torturing him, he was repressing himself from all of those things, only to protect the village and his family, which in the end it had paid off.

The next morning, Sasuke woke up very early to go off on his mission, but before that, he took a glance at the woman that was laying in his bed, his wife, he knew that he was going to miss her a lot, so before leaving the room, he leaned over Sakura's side to take a close look to her face and say:

"Until next time" he poked her forehead.

Before continuing with his way off the house, he stopped on the threshold of Sarada's room and quietly opened the door, by far he could see that his daughter was peacefully sleeping, he smiled at the cute image of her asleep and resume his going.

Hours later, Sakura woke up and realize that Sasuke wasn't there anymore, instead of being depressed about it, a slight smile form on her lips, even though she probably wouldn't see Sasuke for a long time, she could only pray for him to come back home safe and sound.

"Mamaaa!!! breakfast is ready! " Sarada shouted from the kitchen.

Oh, this girl woke up so energetic this morning she thought while giggling.

"Okay I'm coming"

With this, the Uchiha family started a new day, Sarada going on a mission with her team, Sakura going to the hospital, and Sasuke...well that's a new mystery.

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Story written by Via Leza

Twitter: leza_via

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06/02nd/2021 

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[chaoticallysapphic]

Panda Lilies

Summary: You both are terrified of admitting your feelings for one another, but an old gift finally rips the truth out of you.

A/N: this was requested by a nonnie, it’s from the prompt list N1 and is number 9 in the surprise section. I hope it lives up to your expectations Nonnie! 

Word count: 2K

You were a coward. Sure you’d taken multiple benders at once, won spars, and fought alongside others to right what was wrong. But when it came to your feelings, you clammed up and became something pitiful. It’s at your grandfather’s funeral that you reunite with your first love, snowfalls in little flurries, and the sun is already setting despite it only being midday. Winter had come and taken with it a piece of you.

She sets a hand on your shoulder and gives it a comforting squeeze “He was a remarkable man,” Lin says. You let out a sigh and look over at her, your grandparents had practically raised you, what with your mom dying while giving birth to your younger brother and your father dying a few years later in a shipwreck. 

Suki had died two years ago, that’s the last time you’d seen Lin. The ceremony was a beautiful mix of water tribe and Kyoshi traditions, warriors that hailed from your grandmother’s homeland had all come to properly bury her in their traditional garb with the white makeup painted across their faces. You knew all the women who came, having trained alongside them growing up, and despite Sokka not having any ties to Kyoshi island, they had also come today to offer support. Your closest friend among the warriors eyes Lin’s hand and gives you a look of encouragement before turning her back and leaving. 

“Thank you for coming,” you say, completely turning your body to face Lins. You shouldn’t have been surprised about her showing up, but she’d been so busy in Republic City, her letters had lessened over the years and the yearly winter solstice call you two shared stopped a few years ago. You remember idly sitting by your telephone as you twirled the cord around, waiting for it to ring. Lin always called you, the second she got home from work on the winter solstice you’d talk the night away. 

Your brother used to tease you about it, going on about how you’d give up the delights of the delicious foods and games only held on this night for some girl oceans away, but he stopped when he came home to you staring at the phone with your knees brought up to your chest. Lin was a bit older than you, what with you only being thirty but you didn’t think that would stop her from contacting you… Until it did, because that had to be the reason she cut you out. You must not be mature enough for her. 

“Of course, I…” Lin drops her hand, seeming to have forgotten it was even there. She clears her throat and sighs “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had skipped this.” Sokka was like a father to Lin, that much you know. Lin didn’t know her real father and so he had stepped up to fill that male role in her and Suyin’s life. When he had taken in you and your brother, he had immediately introduced you to all the Beifong women, you’d been crying about feeling so alone, the weight of it crushing you, and they all helped piece you back together. You were only seventeen then and terrified of a world without your father. 

Now you’re thirty and honestly, you’re terrified of a world without your grandfather. You gulp and a shudder passes through your body as you try to keep it all down. Lin must notice this because she wraps her arms around you and presses you close. You immediately wrap your arms around her waist and bury your face into her neck as you cry. Technically you should become the new Chief, but you’d begged your younger brother to take the role, the idea of ruling a nation made your hair fall. You stay there in each other’s arms until your fingertips start to go numb and when you pull away with a groan, Lin leads you to your home. You ask her if you can go there instead of to the wake, you don’t want to listen to even more people offer their condolences. 

“Of course, whatever you want” she replies, your arm is looped through hers and she sets her hand on top of yours, she states its to keep you warm and maybe it is, but you like to think its because she likes you back. Once inside she lets go of you, and you reluctantly drop your arms, it’s unbearably silent and you immediately try to busy yourself. 

“Tea?” you say, grabbing the pot and filling it with water. Lin is used to seeing you do this to avoid any type of serious conversation, you busy yourself with something and usually, it ends up being tea. “I’d love a cup,” she says softly, it’s best to let you get it out of your system. 

She sits down onto your couch that is covered in different thick fur blankets, Lin picks a familiar one up, it’s from your first boyfriend, he’d gone on a hunt with your grandfather and skinned it into a blanket just for you, he thought it was truly romantic whilst you held it with a look of fake happiness. Once alone you’d looked at Lin and laughed, you joked about how barbaric that was and how you’d never want a significant other to give you a dead animal in the future. 

Besides, blankets were typical presents older relatives gave in the south pole. A chuckle escapes her as she fingers the blanket, you glance over and blush at the sight of Lin sitting so comfortably in your home. Even when she came to visit Suki she’d been quite distant, she still comforted you but left shortly after. It made you cry even harder than you already were, but your friends held you together and tried to convince you to get over her. But you knew you never would. 

Lin has her legs spread open with her elbows on her knees as she stares at that stupid blanket. “Can’t believe you kept this” she says, breaking the silence. The whistle of the teapot keeps you from replying at first, you pour the hot water into two cups along with the jasmine leaves. You picked them both up and walked over to her, she leaned up and took her cup, “thank you.” 

You sit down on the other side of the couch and hold the steaming cup between your hands. “I don’t throw out gifts people give me” you admit, softly blowing at your tea. Unbeknownst to the earth bender, you have a wooden box hidden away underneath your bed, and inside is every gift Lin has ever given you. Even the box itself was a gift from her. 

“Not a single one?” She asks, raising her brows. You’ve been given some weird stuff over the years especially seeing as you were originally next in line to be chief, everyone tried to butter you up with so many things you’d never use nor want. “Nope” you reply. 

You take a sip of your tea and let out a hiss at the burnt feeling it leaves on your tongue, but you like it, it distracts you from the pounding in your chest. “Even…” Lin pauses, she looks down at the teacup in her hands, its a set Iroh II sent you last year for your birthday, he said it reminded him of the south pole with the deep bluefish and the silver snowflakes smattered about. “Even my gifts?” 

You swallow down a large gulp of tea that scolds your throat on the way down and nod, “Uhm, yeah I still have them all.” 

“Can I see?” Well, you most certainly didn’t expect that spirits help you. “Sure, yeah I’ll go grab them,” You say, you hastily set your cup on your coffee table, some of the contents slosh out the side but you simply leave it be and practically race into your room. Your cheeks feel warm, you bring your hands up to your face and walk over to the mirror on top of your dresser. 

Almost your whole face is red due to embarrassment, but you could never say no to Lin and so you take a deep breath and pull the box out from under your bed. It’s a carved box, with details of fish and polar dogs on the side, on top of it is your full name in elegant handwriting. Lin had made this for you using her bending, she swore it only took a few hours but with the craftsmanship of it your so sure it had taken weeks to prepare. 

“You can do this, it’s just Lin,” you say to yourself, but that’s the problem, it’s Lin. You’d dated so many people in hopes of getting over her but at the end of the day, you’d always wish the person beside you in bed was a grouchy earth bender with a scar across her cheek. It’s honestly embarrassing, you’d never even dated, never even kissed. But alas, feelings are a horrible thing.

You finally work up the courage to leave the comfort of your darkroom and reenter the living room, Lin’s eyes widen at the box in your arms and you set it between the two of you on the couch, you don’t notice, to transfixed by the calluses on your hands to see Lin blushing at the sight. She made this for you for your first birthday as friends, she honestly forgot it even existed up until now. 

Lin hesitantly flicks up the latch and opens it up. The box lets out a loud creak that makes you cringe a bit. Inside is everything, it’s like a time capsule and Lin is truly speechless. The necklace she metal bent you, the ticket you got from the pro-bending match you both attended together, which was your first-ever as well. A dress is folded underneath along with every letter ever sent to you. What makes Lin’s whole body freeze is the sight of a pressed flower encased in glass to protect it. 

She had given you that flower when you visited republic city one summer, you had been crying over some stupid girl who decided you weren’t enough to make her happy, way before that day you had once ranted to Lin about how all you ever wanted from someone was a flower, you said it seemed so intimate and personal. She’d given it to you in hopes of cheering you up. It was worth going to the florist, your whole face lit up and your tears ceased as you marveled at it. 

“It’s just a simple panda lily” Lin had said, trying her hardest to keep her composure at that moment, knowing that she made you smile that big made her feel like she was some kind of hero, she had thought about how she never wanted you to direct that smile at anyone else but her, it was different from your usual one. 

You look up from your lap and your whole face flushes a deep red when you see what’s halted her movements. “I didn’t know you kept all this,” Lin says softly, she clears her throat and pulls away from the box, you hastily shut it, latching the lock back into place and setting it down onto the floor, out of sight. 

“I told you, I keep everything…” you look down at your hands, you may keep everything simply to be polite, but you kept everything from her because holding it made you feel like she was with you. 

“Even a stupid flower?” Lin quirks a brow and you gasp, your eyes shooting up to look into her green ones. 

“It’s not a stupid flower, it was one of the best gifts I’ve ever been given!” 

“It’s not even one of those rare ones, it’s just a panda lily” Lin replies. She doesn’t know why she’s saying this, maybe she wants you to say something, admit something that might give her even just a speck of hope. 

“It’s…” you sigh, your brows knit together in frustration, “it’s the only gift I’ve ever received that made me feel special and I’d like it if you wouldn’t talk badly of it.” 

“Why does it make you feel so special?” Again, she’s hoping you keep going, keep giving her something to go off of. You roll your eyes and stand up, picking up the box as well. 

“It’s nothing, I should… I should get some sleep” you say before disappearing into your room. You aren’t sure when she leaves but you do know when you wake up the next morning the teacups have been cleaned and she’s nowhere in sight. You’re such a coward, she already hardly keeps in contact with you, she probably won’t at all anymore. There goes your twice a year letters. 

You get ready for the day and head over to the Chief’s house where you know your brother and friends will be, maybe they can calm you down before dinner tonight where Lin will probably be. When you arrive your brother is nowhere to be seen, instead you find your Kyoshi friends who all give you tight, long hugs. When you reach your best friend she hugs you longer and murmurs “I’m sorry about your grandfather and Lin.” 

You rip yourself out of her grasp, your face pinched in confusion “what happened to Lin?” you ask, the warriors all look at each other, waiting for one of them to fess up. “She told your brother republic city needed her back sooner than she thought, said she’s gonna take the first boat back.” One of your friends says softly with a pitying look, no. 

You push past them and race down the stairs, the first trade ship docks around the afternoon and leaves the harbor only an hour after, It should still be in port if you make it in time. You race down the wide icy streets of your home as fast as you can, just two more blocks, you tell yourself. You zip around a corner and crash into something hard and wooden, you crash to the ground and let out a groan at the pain the erupts from your fall. 

“My cabbages!” a man yells out and you open your eyes to see dozens of cabbages rolling around. “You-” he turns to you with a face full of rage but you pull yourself up despite the aches in your bones and run past him. 

“I am so sorry!” you yell over your shoulder, there it is, the port. It’s in front of your eyes and there’s a trade ship still docked there, you don’t slow down as you weave past oncoming traffic and race down the steps before finally you’re on the icy dock, and ahead of you is her, she’s talking to one of the men loading the ship, probably ordering him around, you think fondly. You run over to her, her back is facing you so she doesn’t see you run-up, so you grip her arm and spin her around. 

She’s surprised and you see her shoot out a metal wire which thankfully misses you, when she sees it’s you her face pinches in annoyance “I could have hurt you! You can’t just snea-” you interrupt her in a way you’ve only ever dreamed of doing and pull her lips down to crash into your own. She lets a sound of surprise that sounds like a mixture between a squeak and a groan which if she doesn’t slap you across the face and shun you for eternity you might just tease her about it. 

At first, she remains completely still and the courage that finally pumped through your veins vanishes, you pull away from her, your hands dropping from her cheeks as you try to formulate an apology in your head. Before you can even think of one, Lin has pulled you back into a kiss and this time she readily returns it. Her hands thread through your hair and tilt your head back so she can properly slant her lips against yours and spirits, this feels better than your wildest dreams. 

Her lips are so soft and her hands are rough from a lifetime of work and fighting away bad guys but you love it, you love the feeling of them against your cheeks, of her long fingers tugging your hair. 

Finally, you pull away for air and you stare deep into Lin’s eyes, she keeps her hands in your hair as you blurt out, “I know this is a really bad time but if I don’t blurt it out now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you. I think I’m in love with you!” Your voice raises a bit at the end. “It was special to me not because it was a flower, like I had ranted about years before you even gave it to me, but because you gave it to me!”

Lin looks deep into your eyes as you confess to her, all these years she’s been pulling more and more away from you in fear she might slip up about her feelings but you’ve reciprocated them all along if she had just told you sooner as she’d always dreamed of.

“I…” Lin blushes, she’s not good with words or talking about her feelings but she knows she needs to say this, even if you don’t make her, “I love you too, I think I realized that day when I gave you the panda lily.” 

Laughter bubbles up through your throat and it escapes you, she’s loved you all these years? Spirits you both are clueless. 

“If you’ll let me, I’ll like to give you a million more,” she says softly, you bite your lip to keep from grinning to wide as you slowly nod. “I’d love that.” 

[yandere-wishes]

💔Rotten Love💔 //Twisted Wonderland Yandere Idia Shroud X Yandere Eliza X Reader// Part 1

GIF made by the amazing @flowerofthemoonworld. Okay, so this story is really going to have a Persephone x Reader x Hades vibe to it. If we can get this to 160 likes before July 12 than I’ll release part 2. For now, my goal is to make it a 4 part story with a bonus 5th fluff chapter. Also for this story reader will be GENDER NEUTRAL.

WARNING: Gore, Angst

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There was always a cold, nostalgic air in the Ignihyde dormitory, a sort of homey sensation that made Eliza's heart skip a beat. Sure the dorm was quiet and secluded, unlike the ghost kingdom, there was barely anyone to talk to. Most may have even described it as "lonesome" and "boring". But to princess Eliza who had waited more than five hundred years to be with her prince charming, it was unadulterated, homespun bliss. Of course, there was still something missing, a tiny puzzle piece that refused to fit in with the rest of its kind, a stubborn little piece it was, yet all too important to paint the picture of her perfect life. That mulish fragment came in the form of her newly wedded husband, Idia Shroud.

"Idia~"

The "young" princess sang as she skipped over to where her "husband" was sitting, his posture crooked, like that of a scrunched up cat's. His long slender fingers where typing rapidly on that bizarre rectangular device that he all too attached to. Way too attached to, for Eliza's liking.

Eliza nuzzled her visage into the crook of the bleached-skinned boy's neck, taking in his smokey, ash-like sent. Her icy colored arms wafted over his shoulders, enclosing them his a tight embrace. Her fingers dangled over where his heart was, feeling tiny fast-paced pulses that sent a pleased blush to her face. "Idia let's go for a walk near that river. Please, my love! You haven't left this room since the reception!"

The taller male barely turned to look at her, preferring to instead to keep his eyes locked on his glowing blue screen. "Still busy Eliza" his cold dead voice was always so sharp and monotone whenever he spoke to her. It felt like someone was reaching into her rib cage and squeezing her decaying heart. Her voice cracked into a thousand tiny shards, as she tried to form a comprehensible answer. He might as well have told her to die again and rot in the deepest parts of hell. He doesn't love me....he'll never love me. The relation was like a heavy chronic toxic gas levitating overhead. Easy to overlook but still there, always there. Idia didn't move, if Eliza's arms weren't wrapped around his shoulders feeling every breath he took, she might have mistaken him for a statue. No, not a statue, she thought, some sort of sculpture of an ancient Greek God. A divine being set in stone resting in an altar, waiting for reparations and benedictions. 'I'd gladly pray at your feet every day. I'd sacrifice everything I had just for you to smile that charming smile at me'. The ghost thought to herself.

For an endless minute, the darkroom fell into a thick, suffocating silence. Neither Eliza nor Idia moved both too scared of breaking some invisible glass wall they had put up around them. However, no amount of serenity could dispose of the awkwardness, and annoyance Idia was beginning to feel. "You know" the lord of the dead began "maybe you should talk to the principle about join the school full time. It would give you more to do than breathing over my shoulder" despite Idia's tone harboring no malice, Eliza still flinched in shock. Her body going rigid, stiffening as if she was going into Rigor Mortis again.

HE DOESN'T WANT YOU HERE!

The voice in her head screamed,

HE HATES YOU!

Louder...

WHY CANT YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE

"Please stop" she whispered

YOU DON’T DESERVE YOUR PRINCE!

"If that's what you want" she finally replied in a broken voice.

"I'm... I'm only saying it for your sake," he muttered in a coaxing tone.

Deep down a delusional part of her wanted to scream that he was only saying all those harsh things for her own well-being. But she was still lucid enough to not believe those fallacies, imaginary words...Eliza perceived that her beloved prince Idia saw her as nothing more than a nuisance.  One that he was far too eager to get rid of. 

She couldn't bear the conversation any farther. Painfully slowly she peeled her arms off from around her so-called lover. In that taunting minute, Eliza swore she could feel billions upon billions of sharp needles piercing every piece of her dead body. She lingered in place staring at Idia's glowing, blazing hair. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to spend every second of her dead life with him! Touching him, kissing him, loving him! But he wouldn't love her! Why didn't he love her!! Without a customary goodbye or any form of acknowledgment, Eliza flew to the door. Swinging it open just a crack, wishing to slam it so hard that the whole underworld dorm would feel it. But alas she was still royalty and there was a politeness beaten into her every action. In the end after much debating, she closed the damn door quieter than a mouse. With a broken heart and eyes full of tears, princess Eliza began to hover up onto the surface of the school grounds.

WHY DOESN'T THAT SELFISH BASTARD LOVE ME!

A simple blaring thought that reverberated through Eliza's nonexistent skull as she marched through the glowing green halls of Night Raven College. Unlike Ignihyde, the rest of the school still felt rather alien and terrifying to the girl. She'd only been in the cafeteria for a short amount of time. Only to finish up her official marriage to Idia. After the marriage -and much persuasion from his friend with grey hair and glasses-  Idia had carried Eliza in the traditional manner a groom must carry a bride, to the hall of mirrors and straight to Ignyhde. Neither of them had left Idia's room since then.

It was a rather short memory but one that always placed a smile on Eliza's face. Rather than remembering the halls, Eliza had been all too bewitched by Idia's shy golden gaze, his bloody red face, and his kissable thin blue lips. Such a darling memory that she would always cherish within her rotten heart.

But as the minutes ticked away and Eliza passed hallway after hallway all identical to one another, she soon began to wish that she'd paid more attention to the whereabouts of the school's rooms and offices. The headmaster's office seemed to be missing from this endless maze. Behind every corner was the same tiled floor, candles lit by a mystical green light and windows so large they put the countless classroom doors to shame. Every few minutes a crowd of students would pass by, disappearing behind another wall withing second. No one noticed her, which was rather odd considering she was the only female in an all-boys school, her purple dress and feminine curves were proof enough of that. "I guess this is the result of being a ghost, wandering the land of the living" She whispered hopelessly to herself. "You're invisible when you're me..."

The eighth turn that Eliza took brought her to a small cluster of peculiar students. Some donning ears and tails like those of wild beasts, while the other had odd features resembling Ortho's limps. Metallic and reflective. They were laughing at something, attentions enclosed within their small groups. A measly thought flew into Eliza's head, why not speak up? Raise your voice and ask where she could locate the headmaster of this complex establishment.

"Excuse me."

“....”

Silence

None of the boys turned to her, they just continued with there chatter. Eliza opened her mouth to speak once more when she -rather unwillingly- picked up stray words from their conversation.

"It's not fair!" A tall lanky one with striped ears and tail whined

"Yeah! How come that useless shut-in gets to get married to a cute girl !" the second one was even taller, with thick furry grey ears that reminded Eliza of a wolf.

"Look man I don't know what Idia has that makes him so damn lucky! He's a useless wimp..." A Bold statement made by the one with metallic features.

Eliza was sure they continued bashing Idia but the phantom pain of blood coursing through her ears droned them out. How dare such hooligans speak ill of her beloved husband! Her fingers flexed in a robotic-like movement, stretching open than closing once more. Around her tiny flame-like spirits began to materialize, cute and cheery with big eyes and smiling mouths...until they noticed the distress of their mistress. the tiny things took a look around, grasping the situation from the loud words of the boys as well as Eliza's grim expression. Slowly the little flames began to merge with one another. Fusing into a large ax with a burning end. The weapon floated down to her hand, positioning itself smugly between her ghostly digits.

Eliza's eyes locked with the backs of the boys, she didn't know how this would work, could the ax could even harm the living? It may just phase through them as if nothing had happened....or it may price through there flesh and bones, tearing them in two. Hosting the ax up over her shoulder with both hands and taking a shaky step forward, Eliza lunged towards the first boy. In a swift flick of her wrist, the blade of the ax was pushing through the Ignihyde student's back. Splitting ceaselessly at the skin and urging past muscles until it reached the creamy colored bones. Eliza didn't stop there, her arms still pushing forward trying to get the heavy ax to break those pesky osseins. He had to pay for what he said! No one was permitted to speak ill of her one true love! A satisfying crack filled the air followed by a choir of screams. Only when the ax had finally resurfaced on the other side, covered in plasma and the remnants of organs, did Eliza turned her attention to the other two students. There eyes where enormous staring at her in disgust and fear...and something else. Something that -although it revolted her to her very core- she wished Idia would look at her with that same look in his eyes. A look of want, a look of need, pure lust, yet the welcoming sort ONLY if it was coming from the person you adored so much.

The blue-haired ghost didn't move, her semi existent body felt overworked. Everything hurt! Or at least she thought what she was feeling was the ghost equivalent to human pain. "Why.." her voice glitched at every syllable, like a broken cassette player. The two boys didn't answer instead taking shall strides backward. "WHY DID YOU SAY SUCH AWFUL THINGS ABOUT HIM!" in a split second, anger over ran Eliza's boy once more, dragging her and the ax forward until the blade came in contact with one of the animal eared men's neck. Slicing it so it flung backward, crashing onto the ground with loud "thud" then rolling around in its own gore. The last man stand, the one with monochrome ears pushed his palms forward, a pathetic attempt of shielding himself from her wrath. "W-we..we d-d-did...didn't-t mean...mean any..offense...honest!" His voice creaked as tears gushed from the corners of his eyes. "You're...you're just so...so...pretty...beautiful even...and...and...Shroud well...we...well, he's a loser who w-w-wouldn't kno--" his words were left half-finished, as Eiza's ax severed through him diagonally.  

Her heart was pounding much too fast, that it was beginning to make her feel sick. Her legs finally gave up, sending her crashing onto the blood coated floor.  Her bare knees dug into the red liquidy substance, finding an odd comfort in the warm human ichor. Eliza didn't know what to do, or even where to go. If she went back to Idia like this he would surely use it against her, Ortho was too young to be introduced to such a carnage...and she didn't know anyone else! "I'm all so very doomed" she sobbed as transparent tears trailed down her eyes.

"Hey" A distant voice spoke up. "What's wrong with her?" another voice, this one more high pitch and raspy. Eliza tore her face from her hands looking up at a group of three strangers and a cat...no, not strangers, she recognized the orange and blacked haired boy. They both had tried to crash her wedding. But the other person was new, they had a gentle look in their eyes, a welcoming stare that the princess longed for. "Hey ghost bride," The orange-haired boy spoke up, "need some help with your mess?" Eliza nodded meekly. Her body still limp and voice still too frail to speak. The last person, the one that had unexpectedly piqued Eliza's interest extended a hand towards her. And with only a scrap of hesitation, Eliza gripped it.

"Come on, we'll help you out!"

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Tags: @yandere-romanticaa​ @ghostiebabey​ @lovee-infected​ @mermaid-painter​ @firemelody4​ also tagging @twstpasta​ and @delusional-obsessions​ cause I know they're huge Eliza fans.

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Selfish [ii/iii]

Pairings: Yandere!Miruko ( Usagiyama Rumi ) x fem!reader

Warnings:  y/n's life goes📉,alcohol consumption, harassment, uses of aphrodisiacs, dom!Rumi consensual smut

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Summary: You are satisfied with your life, as a successful lawyer, you’re rich and powerful. Your life never boring as you often visit foreign countries with your friends, of course until you meet Miruko the Rabbit Hero one day in the court. A conflict between your boss and her end in the court and pique her interest when you manage to win the case. Miruko is selfish, and she must have you, she’ll not stop until she has you. She may along the way ruin your life so the only person you have is her. Miruko really doesn't care, she’s selfish.

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The frantic ringing of your cell phone woke you up from your sleep.You frowned thinking it was your alarm clock waking you up for another tiring day. You brought the device to your face and squinted as the bright light illuminated the darkroom and stung your eyes. 

"What?" you said as you recognized the caller I.D, it displayed your boss's name and you groaned. Picking up the call you placed it to your ear and immediately regretted it. 

"L/N," he snarled into the phone and you almost flinched. Your mind started going about all the reasons for him to be calling you at this hour. 

Did he found out about me slacking? In the end, you couldn't find a reason. 

"Yes? Sir?" you ask, "Don't play innocent now! Why did you do it? Do you realize what could have happened if the Mayor had died? How much did they pay you?" he screamed into the phone and your face paled.

 "What do you mean? I-" "Oh! Don't start now!!" he cut you off, sweat was rolling from your forehead despite the chillness of the air conditioning. You felt sick. An urge to throw up your dinner propelled you. Your boss continued to explain how you had leaked confidential information about the Mayor's whereabouts for a secret meeting. Your firm was the only one who had this information, it was only given to a trusted few- including you. 

Your boss informed that a few villains had attacked the Mayor and when interrogated about how they knew about the meeting, they answered that a woman by 'Y/N L/N' had told them about it. This was, obviously, false. The night the villains reported about meeting with you- you were with Neo (more like Miruko) at the gala. It could not have been you. 

Confident, you blurt out your response. "It was not me! I was with Neo on Saturday night. The annual Pro-Hero meet. I was with him the entire time! I'm being set up!" there was a pause from his side and you hear a sigh. 

"That must be true, Y/N." He called you by your name, finally. "I trust you, you would never do this to us. There will an inspection. You'll be called anytime now. I called to warn you. I have known you for five years! There is no way it was you! Do you have any ideas about who could be setting you up?" 

His voice was softer as he spoke and a wave of relief hit you. "I don't know, sir. Could be anyone who does not like me, could also be someone from the firm!" you exclaimed, "You're correct. Listen, Y/N, you'll be fine. We will get you out of here, okay?" he continued and both of you talked about the potential suspects for about ten minutes and ended the call. 

Sleep came scarcely it felt as if you had only closed your eyes for ten minutes and the birds had started chirping welcoming a new day. You got up on your bed and palmed your temples the anxiety from the night started to build up again. You ran to the washroom as you hovered over the toilet seat and emptied your stomach vomiting. You felt sick. Even though you knew that you weren't at fault the nervousness of getting sued still built up bad.

You started cleaning up and heard your phone ring. You knew why they had called. 

"Hello? Y/N L/N?" a feminine voice greeted you, "Yes, that's me, good morning." you greeted despite how bitter your mouth felt. "Good morning to you too. Can you come down to the station ASAP? It's for a case." she asked. "It's for a case?" 

"I cannot disclose the details via call, we will tell you as soon as you arrive, good day." she hung up the call and you scoffed, you continued with your routine and made your way down to the station. 

They sat you down in an integration room, you had been here before but this time it was different. You were not with client this time.

"Hello, L/N," It was Lee David, the bastard hated you. All the time at trial, the suspect he brought back was proven not guilty due to your courtesy. Seeing you sitting down, minutes away from getting sued brought him great satisfaction. 

"Hello, Mr.Lee," you greeted him with a bitchy smile which he returned. "You look like shit." You continued signaling to his messy hair and sleep-deprived eyes. "What's with the new hair? Did you shed your skin, you snake?" he glared at you and you laughed. "That was a very bad one Mr.Lee," 

"Enough, let's get down to business." Another inspector came they asked you questions and you answered truthfully.

Maybe it was that luck was not on your hand that day because, in the end, you were charged with breach of contract and had to pay your entire life's worth to the Government. 

How did this happen? When the detectives called Neo to confirm your alibi, he confessed that you did attend the gala with him but the entire night he did not know your whereabouts. That was no lie, you were with Miruko. But you couldn't have disclosed that or what the two of you were doing together. So, you sat and watched as your whole life fell apart. 

Every day became harder after your fall. Your friends 'left', your firm fired you. You couldn't even afford your apartment anymore! You lived with a college friend who still cared about, drank away all your worries. You had reached the rock bottom. Nothing could have been worse than this. 

Oh boy, you were wrong. 

It was another one of those nights were you drank away your worries and down at a park thinking about better days. It was late, you did not notice the thugs who were surrounding you until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned back to be greeted with an ugly face smiling down at you. 

"It's late miss, why don't you come with us? We will take care of you. It's quite dangerous for women like yourself to be alone now, right?" 

He turned to his friends behind him and started giggling, your blood grew cold as his grip tightened on your shoulder. 

"No, I am fine." You tried swatting his hand away but it wouldn't budge, "C'mon now, princess. Come with us! we'll show ya' a great time." 

"What's going on over there?" A familiar voice calls out and everyone whips their heads to the source. Miruko stands, glaring at the men and you feel the leader's grip fall from your shoulder. She was in her joggers, probably out on a run. 

They knew better than to mess with Miruko. 

"Hey, you there? Are you okay?" Miruko runs up to where you were sitting, you stand up as she approaches. A small gasp leaves her when she recognizes you. 

"Y/N," she starts, "How are you- I heard what happened and I can not help but blame my-" 

"Thanks for scaring those guys off." 

Maybe it was Miruko fault, maybe it was not. You did not care anymore. 

"Y/N," she called out sternly trying to look at your face but you turned away. There was a pause, silence, and then she placed two fingers under your chin and pulled your face to face her. She wore a soft expression which made you groan internally. You didn't need her pity. 

"Listen,-" "It's not your fault!" you exclaimed before she could start. 

"Please don't." Miruko sighed as she let go of your face, "Where are you going to stay tonight?" she asked. 

"At my friend's place," "How far is it from here?" 

"An hour." Miruko frowned, "Stay over at mine, you're in no shape to travel alone for an hour." she says pointing out to your red cheeks still intoxicated. She was right if you left now there was no guarantee you wouldn't run into weirdos from before. 

"Fine." You say as you follow Miruko.

Miruko's place wasn't far. She lived in a gated community very much like you did before your life went upside down. You followed her into the kitchen where she put down a glass of water for you.

"It's late, you should sleep. I'll be arranging the guest room. Just come upstairs after you've...drank the water.." It was an awkward sentence to say. 

You followed her instructions as you gulped the water slightly cringing at the taste. You walked up the penthouse and saw Miruko standing in front of the guest room scrolling through her phone. She turned to you as she saw you approach her, "I have kept some comfortable clothes you can sleep in," she said scanning your body you almost thought she was checking you out (she was) until you realized you were wearing jeans. "Yeah, um, thank you again. Miruko."

 "Rumi, call me Rumi, Y/N." 

"Right, Rumi."

You wished her goodnight and changed out of your clothes into the large shirt and shorts she had presented out for you. You got into the bed, switched off the lights, and drifted off to sleep. After what felt like minutes you were awoken again. 

"Hot," you whispered. You felt hot all over your body, you discarded yourself of the large shirt and shorts. Left in a spaghetti top and your panties you kicked your blanket and tried to go back to sleep but your mind felt hazy. 

You felt your clit throb with need, you couldn't take it anymore.

You open the door to Miruko's bedroom. You feel yourself get wetter when you find sleeping on her bed, glowing under the moonlight. 

You climb on her bed and make your way to straddle her left thigh

You tried to relax your breathing as you find yourself shamelessly grinding on her thigh, trying desperately to get yourself off and make the pain go away. This was embarrassing

you leaned down to softly kiss her neck, you let your hand go under her robe, tracing her abs, your breath hot against her neck. You feel her stir under you she slowly opens her eyes. Her red eyes ran over your body taking in your desperate figure. You panties wet, clinging to your cunt and nipples hard under the thin tank top you wore. You realize she had woken up and stopped grinding against her, embarrassed you look away from her bringing your trembling fingers from her body, 

"I am sorry, I don't know wh-" 

"Continue." 

"What?" you were confused, your brows knit together as you look back at Miruko. Her face is stern, she is looking up at you with a glare, her gaze makes your clit throb and you try your best to not act on instinct. 

"I said." she pauses and pushes her leg harder between your legs, applying pressure on your clit and you let out a soft moan.

 "Continue, fuck yourself. Give me a show."

her voice was deeper, it sent shivers down your spine. Your face heated up as you started grinding yourself against her thigh again small whimpers escaping.

Under you, Miruko smirked, the aphrodisiac she had given you had worked. 

She lets out the quietest moan as she watched you fuck yourself on her thigh. Her gaze so intense you felt the tips of your ears burning.

You brush your lips against hers, Miroku kisses you passionately, gently, softly, wanting to be as tender with you as possible. Your lips molding perfectly together. You bite her bottom lip softly, trailing kisses down her neck, tugging on the ends of her hair slightly to make her head go back, allowing you more access.

"So impatient today, huh?" she purred, her hand resting on your hip, urging you to go on. You panted in response, clutching her leg between your thighs

A soft whimper escapes from you making her grip tighten on your hip, definitely leaving bruises, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. The flimsy material of your panties allows you to feel the defined muscles of her thigh as your clit grounds into it.

You pull away from her neck to grind down harder. she can feel your arousal seeping to her thigh.

You began leaving kisses down the valley of her toned breasts, slowly lapping your tongue and sucking on the skin around her nipples. You attach your lips to her right nipple, rolling your tongue on the bud and sucking harshly as you continued to grind yourself against her. You shivered at the stimulation your clit received from the friction of her muscles, feeling your arousal dampening the cotton of your panties, her head went back a moan escaping her lips.

You whimpered, the noise fueling you on moving your hips faster. Miruko looked up at you in awe, there was something so needy about you as you rode her thigh, your pleas, and whines, making her clit throb with arousal.

You place your arms over her shoulders and begins to rock you back and forth on her thigh, gently encouraging you with soft strokes to your skin.

You close your eyes, head rolling back as your hips stutter, the wet soft slapping of your skin against hers bringing you much closer to your climax.

Miruko piercing eyes never left your body. Her grip on your waist getting tighter, "Go harder, sugar. I wanna see you cum." You nodded and quickened your pace.

Your grip tightens on her shoulders as you prepared yourself for the intense wave of pleasure.

Within seconds, an orgasm washed over you like a wave. You continued to ride it out grinding yourself on her thigh. Your grinding slowing down and eventually coming to a stop. Both of you were panting. You looked down to see the mess you made on her thigh.

''Mommy, p-please take care of me'' you sobbed, tears pricking around the corner your eyes. The way you were addressing turned her on. You were so desperate. 

''It hurts'' your voice cracked which broke Miruko's heart she underestimated the dose of the drugs she had given you.

"Is my pretty girl horny?" you sobbed in response making her move your panties to the side, letting her finger move up your folds collecting your arousal. She groaned softly. "Fuck I've barely touched you, sugar and you're already soaked."

"I-I want m-more." it was nothing more than a mere whisper with a sob.

She discards your drenched panties and strips off her robe and gently lays you onto your back, lining your cunt up to hers. She looks up at you, a smile playing around her lips. The look on her face made you drool further for her, your thighs rubbing together in an attempt to soothe your intense heat

You lie pliantly beneath her, your hair splayed beneath her, making you look angelic.

"you ready, sugar?" she asked, gazing at you as she straddled your waist. you nodded jolts of pleasure running up your spine in anticipation.

She grinds her pussy down onto yours, she chokes out a moan, her eyes rolling back as your juices intermingle.

Your clits rubbed against each other. You moaning softly underneath her drove her wild. It fueled her desire, causing her to grip your hips and grind into you harder, panting wildly pressing you further into her mattress. Every thrust against your sensitive cunt an electric charge shoots through your body.

Your moans are loud and obscene as your wet pussy rubs over hers. "Oh, yeah, mommy! Harder! Right there, fuck!" you screamed, throwing you head back and moaning.

"Shit," she whispered and growled, "Like that, sugar?" 

"Ah, fuck, right there," you moan, gripping the sheets beneath you. Miroku pants, reveling in the sight beneath her; your spread legs in between hers, your hardened nipples and back arching at the slightest movements. 

"My pretty girl. You look so cute like this," she grinds her cunt against yours faster, her tits bounce with every thrust. The pitch of her moans growing higher. Both of your moans fill the room. You tremble beneath her as she fastens her pace again

You pull her in close, your lips claiming hers in a hot kiss. You explored every part of Miruko's mouth, feeling her soft lips against yours. you bit her bottom lip as the erotic and lewd noises of your cunts rubbing against each other fill your ears.

"Ahhh -fuck-mommy," you scream in between kisses. she pulls away to look at you moaning and whining. she moved a few strands of loose hair, biting her lip and putting her hands on either side of your head to help her increase her pace.

You both groan out, your hands clasping her arm as she grinds forward quicker and harder. 

"Dirty girl... feels so fucking good," she breathes out, increasing her pace to a medium as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

"shit... I'm close mommy, so close," you whimper, your lips parted as her pace quickens. her head is slightly thrown back, moaning into oblivion as her orgasm comes closer. "God, cum for me, sugar," she groans, her grip on your leg getting tighter.

Your back arches one last time before your orgasm rolls like powerful waves through your body, making you tremble beneath Miruko's frame. 

"You did so well for me, my precious girl. Always so good for me."

her hands find your hips and her brows scrunch together and her lips opening with soft pants. Riding her orgasm as you tremble with the aftershocks of yours.

Honestly, she just wanted you to cum again. You looked so hot while doing so, she wanted to see you doing it — she wanted to see your pretty face in pleasure, and your eyes rolled back. she wanted to hear you moan while watching you do it, too.

"Thank you," you murmur, your lips just barely brushing against hers. you sigh heavily, chest heaving as she kisses you back.

"It’s all right." 

You slump down next to Miruko and drift off, Miruko watches you sleep as she smiles to herself. Her plan had worked. 

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Borderline

— Inner Demons —

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun

Genre: Syndicate!au | Angst | Smut

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, depiction of scenes that could be triggers

A/N: Five months later and I’ve finally finished this chapter. Sorry for the wait guys and thank you for being so patient with me!

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“I never thought we’d bag them right there… if only it had been this easy from the start…”

“Right? They’ve been putting up a fight for so long…” The over-familiar smell of alcohol roused you from your slumber. Voices surrounded you as well as the clattering of metal items, it was almost like you were in an operating room, “Should we start or give her some more time to rest?” Your eyes searched the darkness to find the voices, and the slight movement of your head gave you away.

“She’s already awake, Jisung. Go get Mark, I’m pretty sure he’ll want to see this.”

“Yes, sir.” Retreating footsteps mixed with a sigh from someone behind you put you on edge more than you already were, but the yanking of the hood that was over your head had your heart pounding in your ears. Your eyes winced at the bright fluorescent lights and tried to focus on your surroundings when you noticed sandy blond hair and gleaming silver eyes.

“Taeyong…” You hissed.

“Good morning, princess. Did you enjoy your…” He paused for a minute as he pulled on latex gloves, “... moment of sleep?”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat while attempting to reach towards him to notice you were strapped to a standing table, “What the—”

“These restraints will keep you still as we start trials on you.” A voice came from beside you and you snapped your eyes over to it to see the one person you never expected.

“Make sure they’re tight, wouldn’t want her going full X. Got that, Chanyeol?” Taeyong lifted a syringe filled with a dark liquid before looking up at you, your eyes turning a deep crimson as you stared down Chanyeol, “Oh yeah, he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“Not anymore...” You growled, your voice fluctuated from its normal pitch down to something darker, almost demonic.

“Then this should be easy to do. Chanyeol, how about I give you the honor of injecting her with her first round of tonic?” Taeyong offered the syringe to him, and for a split second you could see his eyes waver, but they soon tore themselves away from your glare to eye a spot on your arm to plunge the needle into, “Get ready for the fun, Y/N. This is a perfect payback for killing me back then.”

“No—” Within seconds of Chanyeol puncturing your skin with the needle and injecting the tonic into you, you could feel every nerve in your body turn into flames. Your lungs felt like they were filling with water as it was hard to catch your breath, your vision started to blur like you were going to pass out and the only thought on your mind was Sehun.

How long had it been since he’d seen sunlight and not the turning on of the fluorescent lights? How long had it been since he’d seen you last? Seen your smile, the flick of your gaze from something in the distance to his eyes? Smelled the lavender wafting from your skin, felt the gentle touch of your fingers? Heard your quiet laugh, your whisper of ‘I love you,’ or even just your breathing… How long has it been?

Sehun was shaken awake by the blood-curdling scream that echoed outside of the darkroom. The scream was his alarm and he would hear that scream for a few hours and then it would stop for a little bit and pick right back up. The fluorescent lights that flicked on in the room caused him to wince at the sudden brightness and the sound of keys clanged outside the door, “Good morning, Sehun.” As the door opened, an old friend walked in holding a tray.

“Doyoung…” Sehun hissed.

“Now, now, no reason to be mean this early in the morning. It’s been almost four months since we’ve brought you two here and well, Y/N seems to be progressing nicely, but you on the other hand…” Setting the tray down on the floor in front of him, Doyoung sighed, “You’re always the same.”

“Fuck you—” Doyoung pulled a knife from his pocket and pointed it at Sehun as if to make a threat.

“That’s not very nice. I was even going to offer you some visit time with Y/N today if you behaved, but seeing as you’re being a pain, I guess I won’t offer it.” Doyoung always teased him with the hope of being able to see you, but every time it’s been offered, it’s right after Sehun snaps. Standing up, Doyoung slipped the knife back into his pocket and Sehun stared at the bland food that sat in front of him. It didn’t look appealing in the slightest, if anything it put his stomach in knots, “Not going to eat again today?”

“Not until you let me see her.” Tension filled the air, Sehun’s anger towards the men who kidnapped the two of you never subsided, they kept him separated from you, but the only thing they let him have of you was your screams.

“Sehun.” Doyoung huffed, “Do you think you would even recognize her?” Stooping down to Sehun’s face, he caught the smirk that was growing on Doyoung’s lips, “Why do you think she’s screaming? What do you think they’re doing to her?” Sehun lunged at him only to be held back by the chains that were confining him to the wall.

“I will fucking kill you! All of you!” He bellowed and Doyoung chuckled.

“How? You’re chained to this wall with only two feet of range. How are you going to kill us?” Yanking on the chains once more, Doyoung laughed at his efforts, “For all you know, we could’ve raped her and impregnated her with the next Lee Clan heir. We would get lucky if it was born with the X strain, then we could just kill her off—” His speech was cut off with the sound of Sehun yelling, but his voice matched that of a growling demon. If looks could kill, Sehun’s glare would have murdered Doyoung where he stood because of a flicker of orange in his dark eyes as well as the veins that ran down his neck.

“Shut your mouth before I make you shut it…” Sehun hissed and Doyoung scoffed before leaving the room with the slam of the door only to return with Taeyong in tow, them both equipped with a stun stick.

“He’s flipping.” Doyoung jabbed the prongs of the stick into Sehun’s stomach and tased him until he fell to his knees. Sneering up at them, Taeyong’s lips parted to show a toothy grin at the sight of the flames growing in his eyes.

“Looks like his blood and her strain are a match. He should’ve turned into a Z rather than an X, but here we are. Orange to match his master's red must mean he’s a physical X rather than a mental one.” Taeyong went on and on about the X traits to Doyoung, but Sehun was confused.

“How am I part of any strain? You haven’t done anything to me—”

“That is where you’re wrong there, my dear friend.” Taeyong squatted down and reached out to him, pressing the pads of his index and middle fingers to the back of his neck, just behind his ear, “When you were out the first day we brought you back, we injected Y/N’s special blood that carried the strain into your bloodstream, in hopes of turning you into a strain statistic or killing you off.”

“That’s why you were sick the first month. Your body was trying to either accept the strain or it was losing its battle to it.”

“And with that…” Taeyong gripped Sehun’s chin with a satanic smile spreading over it, “You’re now our little test pet, that means we can get rid of Y/N, and have you replace her.”

“No!” Sehun growled, yanking on the chains once more as Taeyong stood up, “You can’t!”

“We can’t? Oh, dear Sehun, we can do anything we want with her, and that means never letting you set eyes on her again, but if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you watch as we kill her.” Taeyong’s harsh words hit him hard, deep to the core, were they really going to kill you?

The quiet beep of the vitals monitor let you know that you were still alive, even if you were wishing that you were dead. The hours you spent awake were filled with agony and what made it worse was the fact that the person you used to love was inflicting it, “I see you’re awake.” Flicking your distant gaze to the left of you, Chanyeol came into view, “You were out for a long time. Had to pump you full of pharmaceuticals to keep you here.”

“You should’ve just let me die… it would’ve been better than feeling you guys pump poison into my veins…” You rasped, your throat stinging with every word. Staring at him, you could feel a pain in your chest that you couldn’t quite explain; as if he heard you whisper his name, his dark eyes darted to yours and seeing the softness in your irises confused him, “Why are you doing this…?” You asked, “We used to be so close, inseparable even, but something changed with you… what happened…?” The tremble in your voice was something he hated, hated it because it made his chest hurt, made his heart fall into his gut.

“We were never meant to be together. The head of the Lee Clan is my owner and from day one since we met, I was supposed to capture you. Break you so you would bend to my every will—that’s all this was.” He was lying about your relationship being nothing but fable to his reality, “He told me to do my job and make you mine that way when it was time to turn you in, you came willingly.” He watched as your lips pulled into a sullen smile and a quiet laugh left you.

“Even on my deathbed, you’re still painfully blunt. At least now I know one thing to be true…”

“And what’s that?” He asked, walking closer to you.

“That Sehun was always the one I should’ve been with.” He furrowed his brow hearing his ex-best friend's name, “Now I don’t feel so bad for letting him mend my broken heart and giving me more than you could offer me.” With a smile still on your face, you stared up into Chanyeol’s eyes that were growing darker the more you spoke.

“No, you’re just using him to get back at me. You’re still in love with me, Y/N. You’re still mine even if you don’t believe it.” Spouting his thoughts made you scoff with laughter.

“Is that why I feel whole with him? Is that why he makes me feel better in bed than with you? Is that why when the word ‘love’ leaves his mouth, I believe him without a second thought?” With a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling and closed your eyes, relaxing into the table, “But how could you understand, you’ve never been in love. You’re only an asshole who worked like a dog for a clan who would kill him if he didn’t bring me in.” Opening your eyes, you met his gaze once more, “Isn’t that right, Chan—” Your voice cut off as the air from your lungs was cut off. Chanyeol watched as blood spilled from the slice he gifted your neck.

“Now you’re going to die. Should’ve stopped when you had the chance.” A feeling of relief settled in his chest as the sounds of you gurgling for air filled the room.

“You killed her?” Taeyong’s voice spooked him, and he approached your side to see your eyes growing dark, “You’re lucky that Sehun reacted to the X strain the way he did, otherwise I would have to murder you.”

“Well…” Chanyeol set down the scalpel from the table tray he picked it up from and grabbed a towel to wipe your blood on, “Should we let our new pet see his girlfriend for the last time?”

The silence that settled around Sehun felt odd, around this time it was usually filled with your screams, but nothing came. As he rested the back of his head against the wall, the sound of keys jingled faintly down the hall, ones that resonated a ring that became all too familiar—they already teased him enough for the day, what more could they want from him?

From the small window on the door, he could see Taeyong’s silver hair, and as if he knew Sehun was glaring at him, his eyes met him through the window. Sehun didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking; with a clang of the lock and the grinding of the rusted metal doorknob, the door opened, “Sehun—” Taeyong sang his name in the most innocent tone, “I decided that it was time for you to see Y/N.”

“What…?” He asked, his eyes widening with the thought of seeing you, “After you told me that I would never see her again…?” Suspicious he was, but then again, these men were unpredictable, like wild wolves hunting and playing with their prey.

“I mean, we can always take her back to her chamber and continue to torture her, or—”

“No!” Sehun yelled, lunging towards him, and the sly smile appeared on his lips once more.

“Haechan, bring her in.” Sehun’s heart pounded in his ears, it roared, tuning everything out until his eyes landed on the body the boy called Haechan was carrying in. Her white clothes stained with claret, her visible skin covered in scars, her neck dripping the same color as the stains on her clothes, and her eyes… there was no doubt once his eyes met the darkness that filled the irises—it was you, “She ended up choosing the wrong fight this time and lost.” Taeyong sighed as Haechan laid your body in front of him, “She was a great specimen, too. We’ll give you a few hours with her before we get rid of the body and have you fill her place.” Taeyong muttered something to the guard and disappeared. Sehun was in such a state of shock he didn’t even notice the guard came in until he was taking each of Sehun’s wrists to unshackle him from his restraints.

“My poor girl…” He choked out while reaching out to touch your cheek, “What did they do to you…?” Before he could meet your dead gaze, tears filled his vision and a strangled cry escaped him as he shook his head in denial, “This can’t be you right?” Lifting your hand, his eyes caught the red ring around your pinky, the same one that matched his own and it all became too real for him. He never got to tell you that he loved you one last time, he didn’t get to hold you close, before you slipped away. Never even got to look into your gentle eyes before you died, all that was left was a face that looked like it was in pure agony, “They didn’t even close your eyes…” Snapping out of his thoughts, he ran his hand over your eyes, shutting them.

“I’ll let you be free until they come to take her away.” The guard whispered as he began to take his leave, “I’ll let you have your time…” Even a man who worked for the Lee Clan understood that this was something that needed its own kind of privacy.

“Thank you…” He replied and the sound of the door closing only conjured more tears. With the first hour, he tore apart his sheets and wrapped your neck with the fabric, covering your wound, and he cleaned up the blood from your skin. With the second hour, he took some of the extra clothes they gave to him and replaced your bloody clothing with the clean ones; you didn’t deserve to be seen the way they brought you in, “You’re all clean now, Y/N…” He sat down in his usual spot on the floor by the wall, staring at you. A painful lump appeared in his throat the more he stared at you, and finally, he gave into his grief; pulling your body to him, he slid you into his lap and held you close, “I’m sorry…” He apologized, “We were supposed to live a long life together, but I failed you…” Running his fingers over your cheeks, tears fell onto your skin, “I love you and I’m sorry that I waited until now to tell you.” Pressing his lips to your forehead, he pulled you closer to him, and rested his chin against the top of your head, “We’ll stay like this until we can’t, okay?”

For the next few hours, he did nothing but hold you. Stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, and whispering tender ‘I love you’s’. He didn’t care about anything else going on around him, he only cared about you, “Y/N… I have a feeling they’ll come for you soon…”

No response.

“Should I just kill them when they walk in, or when they try to turn me into their test subject?”

Once again no answer.

“What am I doing…?” He asked himself as he leaned his head back against the wall, the silence in the room becoming deafening since it wasn’t filled with your screams, “I should just accept the fact that I’m going to die… at least then I’ll meet you in the afterlife… right, Y/N—” Before he could finish his question, your body jolted up from his grasp, gasping and coughing.

“Doyoung!” Taeyong yelled as he walked down the hall towards the examination room and Doyoung’s head popped out from the doorway, his black hair falling in his face as he did.

“You rang?” He asked and Taeyong crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh.

“It’s been about five hours since we took Y/N in to let Sehun have his last moments with her, go and take her from the room and get him ready once you disposed of her body.”

“Are you sure we should dispose of it? We could still extract the strain from her even if she isn’t living, right?” Taeyong huffed, his face falling with Doyoung’s question.

“The strain immediately dies once the host is no longer living, which is why we’re getting rid of her. It would’ve been nice if Chanyeol didn’t kill her off, we could have forced new strains or even had her procreate with her new pet to create more X strains, but that’s a thought that died where it started, too.” Doyoung nodded, no longer wanting to ask any more questions, and he walked past Taeyong towards the D ward hallway. Taeyong made his way to the examination room where Sehun was to be brought and Chanyeol came into his sight.

“So.” Chanyeol’s deep voice rattled Taeyong’s calm demeanor as he didn’t even look him in the eyes as he dug into the cryogenic cooler filled with vials of the X strain, “We should’ve kept her alive, huh?”

“You heard our conversation?” Taeyong asked, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on point the more he could read the wordless Chanyeol, “It would’ve been great. Just think of how many more strains we could’ve made with Sehun and Y/N. Or is it the fact I said that she and Sehun could—”

“You know how I feel about them together!” He growled, slamming the cooler shut, “She’s mine and always will be mine. Even in death, I was there with her and not him, so don’t think that she and Sehun are a thing.”

“She was just your mission, you can’t say that you actually fell in love with her. As I heard it, you treated the poor girl like shit, no wonder she went after your best friend.” Taeyong could see the anger making itself apparent on Chanyeol’s face, but there was something else hiding in his expression and he was going to see how far he could push Chanyeol before he pushed back, “You know what, I would’ve stolen her from you too if she wasn’t part of my job. I mean, aside from the fact that our children would be made with superior genes, I bet she knows how to please a man.”

“Shut up.” Chanyeol hissed, but Taeyong was having too much fun seeing him get all riled up.

“C’mon, look at that body. Her lips? Breasts? Ass? The things I’d do to her… better yet, the things I would have her do to me… I’d make her worship me—” Chanyeol kicked the chair next to him at Taeyong, and he didn’t flinch when the chair just barely missed him, if anything it made him more eager to piss him off more, “You think that you’ll scare me with those little threats? You’re not even on my level, Chanyeol.” Chanyeol knew that he was nowhere near Taeyong, not even close, but he knew a way to get where he needed to be.

“I know.” Lifting a vial of red liquid, he grabbed a syringe and unscrewed the top on the vial, “If I ever hope to be like you, I need to take this step.”

“If you do it with that pure sample, you’ll be hit—hard. There will be no period for your body to get adapted to it, you’ll feel like your whole body is on pins and needles. Like you’ve been doused in gasoline and set on fire. There’s no going back if you do that, that is if her strain decides to mesh with your body. You could die in the process and even then there’s still no going back.” Taeyong watched Chanyeol suck the red substance into the syringe before the sounds of alarms and sirens went off.

“Warning. Warning. There has been a detainment breach in D Ward. Two subjects were seen heading towards A Ward—one seems to be a woman and the other a man.” The voice that came in on the overhead line had Taeyong sighing, but not a sigh of annoyance, but one of relief. Relief because you were still alive.

“Looks like my plan will work out after all.” He hummed and Chanyeol furrowed his brow.

“A woman and a man? They only person we’re detaining right now is Sehun—”

“And Y/N.” Taeyong added, his eyes flicking a silver hue, “To think that she has regenerative powers, too…” Cracking his knuckles, he walked over to the computer and logged into the security system, “How about I lead them to the warehouse and you welcome them there?”

Sehun trailed behind you, following every movement your body made under the red flashing emergency lights. He never thought you would attack Doyoung as he walked into the cell, but you did—snapped his neck so quickly that he didn’t even see that you were even alive. This you was someone he didn’t know, but it wasn’t the right time to think about that, right now the two of you were trying to escape, “Y/N, do you know where you’re going?!” He yelled and you shook your head.

“No, but I still have to try to find a way out, right?!” You responded and he had to admit you were right, you would probably be back on the table being tested on again if you didn’t do anything, but running in random directions wasn’t getting you anywhere either. As you two were reaching a fork in the hallway, metal doors down two of the hallways slammed shut, blocking your way, leaving no other way than to go with the open hallway. After multiple blocked routes, you arrived in a place which resembled an old run-down warehouse; it was dark, cold, and practically empty besides a few crates and pallets. Sehun’s eyes panned the entire place and they stopped on a door that looked like sunlight was seeping through the cracks.

“I think that’s the way out of here…” He started to walk towards it when you grabbed his arm, stopping him, “What is it—” He looked back at you to see your eyes staring off in the distance, glowing a deep crimson.

“It’s too easy, they’re not letting us leave like this…” You could feel the presence of someone in the warehouse, but you weren’t sure who, all you knew is that your body was going into fight mode without seeing the threat, “Do you feel that…?” You asked, moving your gaze to Sehun’s eyes to see a dark orange glow in his eyes which surprised you and hurt you at the same time.

“Like there’s someone here with us?” Sehun asked, and you nodded to be rattled by a loud bang.

“Look at the two of you, Sehun, a new X member, and Y/N, alive again.” Sehun felt his skin prickle at the voice that filled the air around him, the voice that was too familiar to miss. His eyes darted around the warehouse until it fell on dark eyes that were emerging from behind a stack of pallets, it was Chanyeol for sure, but why was he here. Chanyeol eyed him, the surprised look on his face was enough to have him in a fit of laughter, “What, Sehun? Surprised to see me?”

“Why are you here…?”

“Well, I’m here to collect my darling girlfriend of course—”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Sehun interjected and Chanyeol shrugged it off.

“Why does it matter what she is to me? I’m just glad to see that she is alive after I sliced her pretty little neck.” Ripping his gaze from Chanyeol to you, he stared at your hand that was covering the fabric on your neck.

“You’re the one who did that to her?” His blood, which was already boiling, started to boil over and Chanyeol could tell. The orange that resided in his eyes turned a dark red, a spitting image of yours, “How could you?!” He bellowed, his fists balling up as he prepared himself to go after him.

“How could I?” He asked, obviously offended, “How could you is the real question. If you would’ve just let me do what I wanted with her, we wouldn’t be here right now. She would be a slave to the Lee Clan and you wouldn’t have to worry about saving her—” In a blink of his eyes, Sehun appeared in front of him and delivered a powerful blow to his face that knocked him off of his feet, and landed him a few feet away from him.

“You were supposed to be protecting her and yet you’re working with the Lee Clan to corrupt her?!” Sehun screamed at the top of his lungs, and Chanyeol chuckled, his laughter showing nothing, but defiance.

“Corrupt her?” He snorted, “She’s already an abomination to mankind, and now with all the tests we’ve run on her, it’s a miracle she’s even alive. Y/N is a corrupted gene that the Lee Clan should’ve held onto tighter when she was little. Maybe then, we could’ve ended up together and not like this…” Reaching into his pocket, Sehun’s eyes caught the sight of a syringe filled with a dark red liquid with a yellow cap covering the needle, “It wouldn’t have had to come to this…”

“What is that…” Sehun asked as Chanyeol bit off the cap and inserted the needle into his skin.

“Think of this as a power booster, so I can kill you where you stand.” With a slow push of his thumb down on the plunger, the barrel was emptied into him, “Taeyong told me to save this for when I need it, and if I’m going up against two X strains—I’m going to need this…” Flicking his eyes up from the syringe, he stared down Sehun with bright red eyes, ones that almost matched yours.

“Sehun! Get out of there!” You screamed, your pounding footsteps over the pavement, and the hammering of your heart became nonexistent as Chanyeol disappeared and reappeared behind Sehun. In a flash, Sehun crumbled down to the ground and your feet stopped moving, “Sehun!” The crack of his neck snapping set flames to a different feeling in your chest, it was more than anger, more than sorrow.

“Man, I didn’t want to kill him.” Chanyeol sighed, “I figured he would be much more of a fight, but I guess not.” He turned his gaze around to you, tears were already staining your cheeks, but he didn’t care, you deserved this, “Alright, Y/N. I can’t kill you this time since Sehun probably doesn’t carry the regeneration trait as you do, but I can beat you into submission.” The red in your eyes fell deeper, past crimson, darker than maroon—they were an eerie shade of a black like you’ve been possessed. You let loose, charging towards him, readying your fist to attack him.

Chanyeol knew you were coming to him, but his vision blurred causing him to lose his focus on you, that is until he felt your fist connect with his stomach. Your punch carried enough weight to knock him down to the pavement, it cracking under Chanyeol as his body hit the ground, “You fucking psychopath…” You growled, “You think he deserved this?!” You screamed, aiming another attack, this time to his face, “If anyone deserved to be murdered, it was you!” You began to follow through with your action, but Chanyeol caught your wrist, his own strength overpowering your own.

“Who knew you had this kind of strength…” He rasped, yanking you down to him, “Too bad that you’re not the only one in this room with the strain right now—” Chanyeol’s voice fell as he saw your expression turn dark, as dark as your eyes were, and that was his queue to take you down—now. His hands quickly found your throat as a sickeningly sweet smile appeared on your lips, and he forcefully pushed you down to the ground, tightening his grip on your neck. He could see your brows start to furrow as he applied an immense amount of pressure, “That’s right! Just fucking die!” Your eyelids flickered, giving Chanyeol hope, hope that you were finally going to meet your end. Your hands gripped at his clothes like you were trying to push him off and he couldn’t help but laugh, “Nice try! You’re not going to win this time, Y/N. You and Sehun can see each other in the afterlife—”

A smile came back to your lips, he noticed blood spilling onto your clothes just before his vision began to blur.

He didn’t see it coming.

“Your heart… is mine… Chanyeol…”

[onbeinganangel]

what about 1 and 4 and 6 for develop, stop, and fix??

hi petal! thank you for these 💕

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

hahaha. well. both photography and curating were a BIG part of my life only a few years back! sometimes you just gotta write what you know 😅 plus, if i used to seduce folks via darkroom shenanigans back in my uni days no one really needs to know 😇

no, but seriously, I’m gonna focus now and talk about the alternating POV, which was a first for me (at least in not-micro format) and ended up being a bit fun? stressful — trying to maintain a consistent narrative voice within the story as a whole, but making Draco and Harry’s voices different enough was definitely a challenge! but fun! I knew I wanted both sides of their story. I wanted it to be clear that they do not know who the other is at any point when it starts, and I wanted us to get a good feel of what their new lives are like and how they got to their Muggle professions, so double POV was the only way!

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

this is hard because dialogue is my least favourite but also I feel like this fic actually has a lot of dialogue I love! tempted to go for the waitress line or several moments where Harry is a little ✨sassy ✨ hahaha but it’s gotta be the “What did you like about him?” moment! that’s all I’ll say so I don’t spoil it but I think it’s such a simple line/question but it holds so much weight in context and I really like that it comes back later, too.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

no researching silly things because I was writing what I know 😌 the NYC setting gave me some panic, it gave me so much appreciation for anyone that writes HP fic set in the UK without having lived there or visited! but otherwise yeah, i think what makes this fic special is that it’s kind of light for an identity porn fic? and that i got to write so much about photography and curating and galleries and darkrooms!

[s-c-r-i-p-s-i]

S,C,R,E,A,M smut headcanons for Danny Johnson (Ghostface):

cw: smut, smut, smut, mentions of unsafe knife play and choking,  homicidophilia? kind of?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I see Danny as a bit of a one round man. In the Entity’s realm, killers are akin to demigods, and they can fuck like it too. Still. . .Generally only one. The trick is that he’ll want you several times per day.

Besides, with Trials and other obligations, the opportunity for anything more than a quickie is rare. Especially if you’re a survivor. If you do get the chance, though, he’s pulling out all the stops, planning obsessively all the things he’s going to do to you. uwu C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On? In? Doesn’t matter so long as it’s messy. He takes a special narcissistic delight in seeing it splattered all over you or dripping from your holes. He’s a very visual man - obviously, being a photographer.

Please don’t just clean yourself off. Danny would much rather see you play with it or scoop it into your mouth. Instant heart-eyes. If you adore him enough to swallow, he might just melt. Or tug you back for that rare round two.

But you want to really impress him? Snowball him. Make him eat his own cum. He likes to watch, but there’s nothing he loves more than being involved.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This is the man that kept little pieces of incriminating evidence on his person and tastefully sprinkled around the crime scene for kicks. Are you kidding me? He is the epitome of risk.

Semi-public sex is a given - not just out in the open, he wants to chase the thrill of being caught, but the bigger the risk, the better. Bonus points if there’s something taboo about your relationship that means being caught has actual consequences; i.e. if you’re a survivor and you don’t want the other’s to know.  

On the other side of the coin, Danny is also a filthy fucking voyeur, loves to watch from not-so-afar while you bathe or touch yourself - or even fuck, if he’s not so attached to you yet that the idea of someone else fucking you drives him literally insane. Definitely leaves behind some evidence of his presence, whether it’s subtly moving things around, absconding with the panties you had set out to wear after your bath, or the just the click of his camera before making an exit. Both to ramp up the paranoia, and because deep down, he craves that recognition.

In regards to knife play, choking, and those kinds of risks: oh, hell yes. And Danny is not as careful as he should be - whether he’s the giver or the receiver. He’s - probably - not trying to kill you, but he isn’t concerned about using the correct ‘form’ while choking, or any other kind of safety measures. (In the Entity’s realm, he may even be willing to play around with death being a part of the whole thing - though I don’t think that was part of his MO when he was back on Earth.) He would, however, be willing to learn for the right partner.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Probably not as experienced as you might think. Danny was a bit of a loser for most of his life - even when he managed to charm his way into the Roseville gazette, he was largely seen as a suck-up by everyone but management - and he still has a reputation for being a little, uh…annoying.

But he also knows how to use that to get under your skin in just the right ways. And he’s had almost thirty years in the Entity’s realm to experiment.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Unexpectedly needy, and he’ll be sour if you don’t indulge him.

If he experiments with killing you during/after sex (simply because it’s in the Entity’s realm and you’ll come back) he might find he doesn’t like it all that much because it just feels weird, not having you around post-coitus. Not being able to brag or tease or anything.

Don’t expect him to be the one fetching water and shit like that - although if he topped and really fucked you out good, he might just rise to the occasion.

Mostly, he just wants to lay back and bask in the afterglow with you. Maybe talk about things on Earth. Who you were. The almost thirty years of scary movies he’s missed - woah, spoilers.

...Or just smugly review all the photos he took during the act and tease you about your O face.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sex drive is apparently it’s own letter on here, but I will say that all it takes is a stiff breeze to get Danny going.

The number one turn on though?

Personality.

As a little bit of a narcissist, yeah, having a couple traits that mirror Danny’s will endear him to you fast. You don’t have to be an exact copy of him, but if you’re sarcastic and quick-witted and can hold your own when he tries to banter with you, he’s already got a half-chub. He’s a switch, so if you’re a switch? Even better. Just sharing some of his hobbies will put you on his radar. He could cream himself simply listening to you talk about darkroom chemicals.

He also has a habit of developing crushes on people that are probably bad for him in one way or another. (See: Frank, Myers, etc...) But they tend to go unrequited.

🖤 Thank you for reading!