#i'm fine. i'm just gonna. stand over here and scream with my mouth closed.

[villain-enthusiast]

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

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“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

[sunny44]

Never the first choice

Pairing: Lando Norris x bf!reader

Warnings: angst, crying, fighting

Summary: Y/n is never Lando’s first choice.

I sat at the restaurant table, trying to focus on the conversation. The guy in front of me was kind, funny, and interesting—everything someone could want on a date. But my mind was elsewhere. Every time he smiled, I imagined someone else's smile. When he spoke, it was as if I was waiting for someone else's voice to fill the silence.

"Are you okay?" he asked, noticing my distraction.

I forced a smile. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, I'm just a little tired."

He nodded, accepting my excuse without question. But the truth was much more complicated. Lando was always somewhere in the back of my mind, whether he was at a McLaren practice, at a Grand Prix, or even when I was on dates like this. I hated myself for it. I hated myself for not being able to move on, for still being stuck on someone who didn’t have the courage to choose me.

I was about to ask for the check, determined to end the date before my heart got even more tangled, when I saw him. Lando walked into the restaurant, his eyes immediately finding mine, as if he had some kind of radar that always guided him to me.

"Y/n?" my date called my attention, realizing that I was staring at something—or someone—behind him.

"Sorry, I just need a minute," I murmured, already standing up. I didn’t know what he was doing here, but I knew nothing good could come of it.

I walked over to Lando, meeting him near the entrance, with an expression I knew all too well—determination mixed with possessiveness.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, trying to stay calm.

"I... I needed to talk to you," he replied, his voice tense.

"Now? In the middle of my date?" I could already feel my patience running thin. Lando always showed up at the most inconvenient times, as if he knew exactly when I was about to move on.

"Yes, now," he insisted, stepping closer to me. "This guy isn’t right for you."

That was the last straw. "You cannot be serious. You crash my date to tell me this guy isn’t right for me? And who are you to decide that, Lando?"

Before he could respond, my date approached, a look of confusion on his face. "Is everything okay here?"

I wanted to scream, to apologize to him, but all I could do was shake my head.

"I... I’m leaving." Lando stepped closer to me, but I raised my hand, signaling him to stop. "No. Don’t touch me."

The other guy—who didn’t matter much to me anymore, since my heart was focused on Lando—shook his head in resignation. "I guess I’ll leave you two to talk."

I watched him walk away, a mix of anger and disappointment washing over me. Lando just stood there, and I didn’t know if I wanted to hug him or push him away. In the end, I chose the latter.

"You’re unbelievable," I began, my voice trembling with anger. "If you really wanted to be with me, you wouldn’t have gone on a date two weeks ago. Remember that date, Lando? The one you thought I didn’t know about?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but I wasn’t willing to listen.

"So you have no right to ruin my date, just because you’re not man enough to ask me out."

I could see the surprise in his eyes, as if he didn’t expect me to know. But the truth is, ever since I met Lando, I’ve always known when he was getting close to other people. He was unpredictable, and that was one of his charms—and one of his biggest flaws.

"Y/n, it’s not like that..." he started, but I raised my hands, refusing to hear.

"No, Lando, it’s exactly like that. It always has been. And it always will be, right? I’m only your first choice when no one better comes along." I felt the tears start to fall, but I continued, the pain turning into an unexpected strength. "I won’t be your second choice, Lando. I won’t be the person you always turn to when you need to get your dick wet.”

He tried to grab my arm, but I pulled away.

"Don’t touch me. That’s enough, im not gonna deal with this forever."

I turned, grabbed my bag, and walked away from him. The sound of my heels echoed in the restaurant, and the feeling of relief mixed with a deep sadness. The sound of laughter and conversations around us seemed so distant, as if I was in a completely different universe, where all that mattered was the pain in my chest.

When I reached the door, I stopped for a second, hoping he would come after me, say something that would change everything. But all I heard was silence.

I stepped out into the street, the cool night air hitting my face. Finally, the tears I had been holding back fell, and I allowed myself to cry. Cry for me, cry for Lando, cry for the love I never managed to have.

But as the tears fell, a firm decision began to form within me. I was tired of waiting, tired of being the second choice. Lando might not know what he wanted, but I did. I knew I deserved more, deserved someone who would choose me without hesitation, without doubts.

And above all, I knew that no matter how much I loved him, it wasn’t worth it if I always ended up feeling like this—alone, broken, and in second place. I deserved more. And in that moment, I decided I was going to find it, even if it meant leaving Lando behind.

Bonus scene!

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“Getting used to be sad and alone all the time”

[untoldstar]

“Welcome back baby!”

yandere boyfriend x gn cheater! reader

MAJOR trigger warnings: murder, explicit scenes and descriptions of murder, explicit descriptions of blood, psychotic character, toxic dynamic, cheating, jealousy, trauma for the reader, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, stalking.

He glares at the wall in front of him is he lets out a puff of smoke, his face breaks into a scowl when a whine comes from underneath him igniting his anger further “You better fucking stay quiet if you don’t wanna piss me off further” he growls, his boot rubbing into the man’s bloodied cheek as he screams. What could only be assumed as a string of curses is muffled by the rag gagging his mouth. Jesse lifts his boot to stomp down on the man’s face, earning a pained scream, he leans down close to the man’s face “You really want me to take my anger out on you don’t you?” he whimpers, shaking his head violently. Jesse only lets out an amused huff and leans back against the couch

Your couch.

With his boot resting on the bloodied face of the man you cheated on him with.

It didn’t take him long to find out you’ve been having an affair. He knows everything about you which is exactly why he isn't only going insane at the fact you've allowed another man touch you but he's also frustrated with himself for not noticing sooner. He keeps an eye on you every second of the day, how had this slipped by him?

It doesn't matter. You did something very bad and you're about to be punished for it, starting with watching the man you've let touch you slowly get slaughtered.

Click.

The corner of his mouth lifts up

You're here.

He hears your footsteps halt when you see him sitting in the dimly lit room.

"Jesse?" You haven't noticed the bloody whimpering mess on the floor yet. You slowly make your way around the couch only to stop dead in your tracks slapping your hands over your mouth.

"Hey baby. Welcome back" he grins at you all the while digging his boot harder into the mans face "What the fuck?! What the actual fuck have you done Jesse?" He ignores your clear distress and move his leg aside to bend down and grab the mans chin roughly, lifting his head up so you can see him more clearly "You recognize him?" fuck, of course you recognize him.

"Who's he to you huh?" Your breath shudders as you stare into the madness swirling behind his eyes, they're blood shot and there's dark circles underneath them, his jaw is clenches and his entire body is tense. He's a ticking bomb waiting for the final push to explode.

Your mouth dries and you can feel your heart bashing into your ribcage "He's..my friend." You lie with the calmest tone you can master at the moment and send out a quick silent prayer that he doesn't turn this night into a bloodbath. "BULLSHIT" he shouts bashing the mans head in the floor. You flinch and you feel like crying looking at the injured sobbing man on the floor and in a split second he's up and right in front of you "Don't you fucking dare look at him right now. You look at me only" You don't say anything as you hold his stare "Don't you understand? I know everything about you and one of the many things I know is that you've let this scum touch you." Your hands tremble as you try to stand your ground "You have no idea what you're talking about! Me and him are just friends and yet you have him tied up and bloodied on the floor you're fucking insane!" He steps closer until your chests are flush "I might be but that doesn't make what I'm saying less true." Your eyes gloss over "You have to stop Jesse." He chuckles darkly "You can deny it all you want I'm still gonna kill this asshole." the man on the floor thrashes and screams in protest "Fuck- fine it's true okay? just- just please stop..I'll do anything just don't hurt him." He laughs in disbelief and his eyes look more wilder than anything you've seen "Holy shit you actually care about this guy." he steps back and rolls the man on his back with his foot "This is what took you from me." the man lets out strings of muffled pleas "Jesse please.." he sighs and crouches down taking ahold if the mans jaw shaking his side to side as if inspecting him before roughly letting go. He nods "I want you to watch." your heart sinks "what?" It feels like your ears bleeding at the sharp sound of the knife he pulls out "I want you to keep your eyes on me baby ‘kay? don't take them off of me for one second." He straddles the man and your chest heaves "Jesse please please don't do this." the man looks at you, face red tears covering his entire face as he sobs and screams, he shakes his head and thrashes his body and you want to be swallowed up by the earth.

This can't be happening.

how do you fix this?

"Jesse please-" You're cut off by your own scream when Jesse plunges the knife into the mans chest. The room is filled with your screams and grotesque sounds of blood gurgling and the squelching sounds of the knife being pulled out only to be plunged back in.

Your legs give out and you fall to your knees.

It's your fault.

you cover your face unable to withstand the scene any longer.

He's dead because of you.

you did this.

and you watched as he died.

You don't hear Jesse over your own sobs "-baby" you lift your head to see him in front of you.

There's so much blood.

On the carpet.

Covering Jesse's hands. Streaking his face and clothes.

On the knife he used that's disregarded behind on the floor.

You feel bile rising up.

He cups your face with his bloodied hands staining your skin "Shh shh it's okay it's over now you did good. You watched. I know." He wipes the tears off your face but ends up making more of a mess "I love you baby. So much. Fuck- you have no idea how much"

You do. He killed for his love.

He presses a gentle kiss on your lips “I didn’t mean to get you dirty with his blood. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[theocddiaries]

[At the psychiatrist's waiting room.] Robotnik: All right, hedgehog, you got your way. Shadow's going to therapy. She's gonna tell Shadow I'm the problem. It'll break up the family. And Stone will get the kid and they'll go back living with his grandmother and pick beans. Stone: Ivo, I like picking beans with my grandma. Shadow: It sounds fun. Robotnik: See? They're already against me, and this hell hasn't started yet! Dr Zweig: Shadow? Come in, darling. [Inside her office] Robotnik: All right, how much do you charge? Dr Zweig: If money is a problem, I charge on a sliding scale. I can go as low as $30 an hour. Robotnik: Keep sliding. Stone [places a hand on his shoulder]: Thirty dollars will be fine. Robotnik: Whoa, whoa, whoa. First, what are your qualifications? Dr Zweig: Well… [turns around to point at the wall full of diplomas] Robotnik: Oh, no. I'm not here to take a reading test. I wanna see some credentials! Stone: I'm sorry, doctor. He's just afraid you'll blame all our kid's problems on him. Dr Zweig: I'm not here to blame anyone. [writes 'mustached guy' on her notepad and underlines it three times] [In the next scene, Shadow is sitting in an armchair while the psychiatrist is sitting across from him.] Dr Zweig: Shadow, therapy can be an intense process. Shadow: Hm… Dr Zweig: We'll go deep into your subconscious and we're not going to stop until we've exposed the root of what's causing you heartache. Shadow: Hm. Dr Zweig: Don't worry. This is a private sanctuary where whatever transpires will be just between us. [At the window, Robotnik climbs up on a platform elevator and pretends to clean while pressing his ear to the glass.] Shadow [startles] Dr Zweig: Oh, that's just Murray the window washer. He comes every day at 12:00. Shadow [checking his watch]: But it's a few seconds before 12:00-- [The real window cleaner comes down, bumping into him without reacting, and Robotnik falls while screaming] [Stone thanks Dr Zweig before closing the door. The family walks out the place, with Sonic grabbing Shadow's hand] Sonic: Did you like it? Shadow: I-- Robotnik: Ever since you started therapy, all you can do is talk about yourself. Well, what about me, Shadow? Shadow: I just left my first session. I haven't even opened my mouth yet! Robotnik: You see? You see? "I just left my first session and I haven't opened my mouth yet." [Days later, Shadow and Sonic are having some snack at Stone's café. Robotnik walks over to their table, pretending indifference] Robotnik: Having fun, huh? Shadow: Yes. Robotnik: Still not tired of him? Shadow: …No. Sonic: Eggman, what do you want? Robotnik: Can't a man just check in on his hedgehog now??? [He stands there while Shadow and Sonic give him a look] Robotnik: Soooo… Shadow. Shadow: Yes? Robotnik: How's therapy going? Shadow: Fine, thank you for aski-- Robotnik: Yeah, yeah, have you talked about me? Shadow: Um, no, I don't think so. Robotnik: Tell me the truth! [The entire café quiets down and everyone looks at them] Robotnik [giggles nervously]: Hihihi, don't tell her I raised my voice, hihi. [pats him on the head and then hugs him by the shoulders while rubbing his arm and looking at the clients]: Happy family, see? Happy family! [Stone comes and takes Robotnik away by the arm] Sonic: Don't tell me if you don't want to, but you did talk about him, right? You're just messing with him? Shadow: No, I swear I haven't mentioned him once. Sonic: …Really??? Shadow: If it makes you feel any better, I'm as surprised as you are.

[kissforyouu]

making a sanrio bento box for your boyfriend ! ♡

pairing : jungkook x sanrio girl!oc

genre : fluff

a/n : happy new year!! hope you guys have a wonderful year ahead ❤️

i wanna know, know, know, know,

what is love?! ♡ !! (๛ ˘ ³˘)۶

you were so excited. so excited that you could run a marathon, have a dance battle, binge watch 10 dramas and study a whole semester in one night. you have all the energy in the world right now.

for the past 2 weeks, all you've been seeing on the tiktok is women making cute little bento boxes for their partners. and you just KNEW that you had to make one for your boyfriend. it's a must. they looked so freaking out your heart literally fluttered at the mere thought of making one for your boyfriend and seeing his reaction.

so now here you were, in front of your kitchen island, preparing your boyfriend's lunch box. the box was just plain steel (boring!) with no design or anything else. it suits jungkook. but you were gonna personalise it according to your likings. you don't think jungkook would get mad anyways. he'd find it rather cute.

currently, you were placing all the tiny fried shrimp in the lunchbox, also making sure to pin cute hello kitty and flower toothpicks on it. you also put a little mini container with some sauce in. for the main proportion, you decided to just make a cute hello kitty sandwich. truth is, jungkook was just going to his aunt's house to see his little cousin. a lunch box wasn't even necessary, but you wanted to do it anyway. you made sure to make it look extra cute so that jungkook's cousins would want a bite too!

closing the sandwich and placing it inside, you also sprinkle some rainbow sprinkles around the sandwich. oh my god, so cute! (you want to eat it now)

the lunchbox was turning out pretty cute and really really pretty. there were flower shaped dragon fruit inside alongside another small container of sprinkles and raspberries.

you're having so much fun by just cutting these fruits into little shapes.

"AH!" you let out a big scream, you're startled. obviously there's only one culprit. jungkook. he pinched your waist.

"baby, what is wrong with you?" you send him a small glare, turning back to continue your work.

"what's this?" jungkook takes a step further to stand next to you, his head hovering over yours to look at the food.

"ugh, i wanted to surprise you with this." you pout, leaning your head towards jungkook's shoulders. he snorts, humming.

"it's fine, i like seeing you cook anyway."

"it's already cooked! i'm just putting it all together!" you whine, completely annoyed by his sudden appearance.

"tssk, come on, baby." jungkook leans forward to rest his forearms on the table, head turned to you. he tries to sneakily sneak a piece of dragon fruit in his mouth but fails. laughing out, he still munches on the fruit, making your eyebrows frown.

"jungkook! you're so annoying!" your lips formed to a big fat pout, eyebrows raised as you playfully slapped jungkook's back.

it was clear to jungkook that you just wanted to surprise him with the bento box and that he ruined all of your plans by checking on you. but it was so cute. he was watching you from afar earlier, finding it completely endearing and adorable how you were so focused and just in your little bubble. he was so in love.

"no, you love me." he teases back.

"no, i hate you. you're a very annoying man." you roll your eyes, going back to your work while jungkook snickers.

"that's not what you say in bed though. oh my god, jungkook! i'm yours! i wanna cum!" he snickers.

"hey!" you slap his back again. jungkook dramatically clutches his heart, making exaggerated noises. "don't do that." you glare.

"yes, ma'am."

he couldn't help but smile, enjoying this sweet moment to the fullest. for the rest of the time, jungkook stays fully quiet, just letting you have your fun meanwhile he's just admiring you. here and there, he would sneak his arm around your waist to tickle you a little and make you shriek or rub your ass a little.

currently, he had his chin on your shoulder, arms on each side of you on the table. you were taking an awfully long time finishing off this little lunchbox.

"done yet?" he groans. you hum a small no. jungkook whines back.

"i'm finishing off the last bit, wait."

jungkook nods, letting go of your body and sitting on the table instead, right next to the lunchbox.

"you look so pretty." he coos, the tip of his toes poking your waist.

"ew! get your dogs away, jungkook!" you can't help but giggle as you poke his feet.

"no, they wanna touch you. my toes love you sooo much."

"ewwww, i didn't know you liked feet!" you laugh.

"yeah? wanna try it out next time?" he jokes.

"no! what the fuck?! that's nasty!" your face turns sour, vigoursly shaking your head from side to side.

"joking! joking!" he pokes his tongue out.

"very funny. but anyways, i'm done." you hold out cute bento box for him to see with a bright smile on your face.

jungkook giggles, jumping off the table and bringing you into a hug. you place the bento box on the table and hug him back, letting the big man make you completely disappear in his embrace.

"thank you, i love you." he kisses the side of your head, then temple.

"hey!" you grab the collar of his hoodie before he pulls away, then point at your lips.

he scrunches his nose in reaction to your actions, "of course."

your body pulls you closer by holding your face with both his hands, connecting your lips for a sweet kiss.

"oh my god, i forgot something!" you mumble in the middle of the kiss. jungkook pulls away, letting you wander off to wherever again. you run to your room, pulling out one of your pink sticky notes and a pen.

"what're you doing?" your boyfriend trails behind you, curious to see what you were doing.

"i'm writing you a note."

"lemme see." he places his hands on your hips to have a peek but you quickly shoo him away.

"read it when you eat it."

"but—"

"anyways, i'm done." you interrupt the poor man. he opens his mouth to say something, but stops. instead, he ruffles your hair.

once you're done assembling everything together, and also folding the sticky paper and making a heart out of it, you wrap everything in a serviette and hand it over to jungkook.

"okay, byebye. eat it with your cousin, okay? tell him i missed him!" you pat his cheek.

"of course, baby. bye, i love you." he kisses your lips one more time with a small squeeze to your waist.

-‘๑’-

"kookie!" jungkook's cousin jumps on his back, super excited that his very much older brother is back to see him again.

"hey, buddy!" he squeezes him in his embrace, delivering a small kiss to the child's cheek.

"you wanna eat something?" he playfully punches the kid in the stomach.

"yeah!"

"you remember y/n? she made this for us. you know, she told me to tell you that she missed you."

"yes, kookie! the pretty lady you brought with you." the tips of the little boy's ears turn into a deep shade of pink at the thought of you. once jungkook notices this, he laughs, pinching the little boy's ear.

"you like her?"

"y‐yeah..." he shyly admits.

"okay, i'll bring her with me next time, hm?"

the kid's eyes instantly lit up as he excitedly jumps up, arms in the air.

"let's eat this for now."

the little note you wrote had been in jungkook's mind the entire ride and he's so eager to finally open the food up and read what you wrote. sure, it was just a small note. but jungkook loved these kind of things. it was the little actions that mattered the most to him. he loved it whenever you showed your love through little things like this. it was so much more than just little for him.

once the little starts to happily munch of some of the fruit, jungkook quickly picks up the little note. he carefully opens it up, excited. it amazed him how he would get excited over the smallest things you'd do.

once he reads the notes, he swears he's never been more in love. there's a big fat smile on his face.

✉⤷ you're the only one for me. ♡

-‘๑’-

taglist : @fungie2332 @wintertxt @wheexine @hyunjinswifeee @ohsweetmimosa @canyon-lwt

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

smut for carmen berzatto with “i don’t deserve you?” please and thank you xo

Carmen.

6. "You're my best friend." + 14. "I don't deserve you."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. combined 2 requests here - thank you sweet anons!! adore adore adore mr berzatto x

Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing, angry carmen

Word Count - 950

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Admittedly, he's easier to overwhelm than he should be.

The smallest thing goes wrong, and all of a sudden he's spiralling. He panics, and he takes it out on whoever is closest.

Today is no different.

You're wiping down tables out front when you hear him yelling. He's cursing, screaming at his kitchen staff. He's got that sharp edge in his tone, so you know it must be bad.

You drop your cloth and stride towards the back of the restaurant, determined to see what all the fuss is about. You're met with the sight of 4 terrified chefs and Carmen, stood in the middle of the kitchen, shouting at Sydney.

"Are you incompetent, chef? Are you?"

Sydney doesn't often flinch, but even she looks scared this time. She doesn't answer, and it angers him further. He goes to insult her again, but your voice cuts through the room.

"Carmen!"

Everyone stops to look at you. You're notoriously calm, the most collected person in the establishment. If you're yelling, it must be serious.

Carmy locks eyes with you, and you see the immediate regret written all over his face.

"Okay, everyone go home," you demand. No one protests, all of them filing out silently. When they're gone, you speak again.

"What the hell was that?"

When he doesn't answer, you take a step closer to him.

"Carmen, you can't scream at your staff every time something goes wrong. If you're not careful, you're gonna end up running this place by yourself."

He's looking at you with his puppy dog eyes, running his hands through his hair repeatedly. You can see he's clearly struggling with something internally.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replies too quickly. "I'm fine."

"Carmen, you're my best friend. I've known you since elementary school - I can read you like a book," you laugh. "Just be honest with me. What's wrong?"

"I just -" he sighs, and starts again. "I think I'm doing all of this wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to do everything the way my brother did it, and it isn't working."

He leans back against the counter, stress plaguing his shoulders.

"You kind of just solved your own problem," you explain, stepping forward so you're practically standing in between his legs. "You're trying to do everything the way your brother did it. But you're not him. You're Carmen."

"No one calls me Carmen but you," he chuckles.

"That's because you're my Carmen. No one else's," you wink.

He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat.

You lean forward and press your forehead to his, exhaling when you feel the tension leave his muscles temporarily.

"I don't deserve you," he whispers.

You pull back and cradle his face in your hands, looking at him intently.

"Deserve or not, you have me," you reassure. "You have me. I'm not going anywhere."

Carmy surges forward and smashes his lips against yours. You gasp in shock, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hands going to your hips to hold you to him.

This isn't the first time the two of you have kissed. In high school, you'd kiss at parties, occasionally makeout in his car, that one time after prom. But this is different. This kiss is charged.

You're tangling your fingers in his hair while he's grabbing at your ass, trying to pull you as close as he can. You break away for air and he kisses your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes.

"Not here, Carmen," you pant. "Office. Office, Carmen."

He picks you up around your middle and carries you, laughing when you squeal loudly, kicking your feet. As soon as you're through the office door, he's crowding you against the wall, desperately attempting to get your chefs jacket off. His fingers are shaking with want, and he's struggling with the buttons.

"Forget about me," you mutter against this lips. "This is about you. Call it stress relief."

You wink before dropping to your knees in front of him. He throws his head back at the sight, overwhelmed.

You untie his trousers and pull them down, pulling him out of his underwear. He's hot and hard and heavy in your hand, and you're realising you've thought about this more times than you'd care to admit.

"Let me take care of you, Carmen," you whisper, before taking him in your mouth.

You set a steady pace, head bobbing and hand moving in tandem. He's groaning, practically writhing, clearly trying not to move his hips.

"Don't hold back on me now," you say sternly, looking up at him with tear stained cheeks. He thinks you've never looked prettier.

"I don't - are you sure? I just - I need to -"

You cut him off by taking him back in your mouth, one hand gripping at the flesh of his thigh. He slowly starts to move his hips, gently and carefully. After a while, he learns your limits, and begins to thrust a little harder.

"Yeah, baby - fuck," he groans. "Just like that. Shit-"

You can tell he's close when his hips begin to stutter. One of his hands moves to grip your hair, and you moan when he tugs. The vibrations of the sound are his undoing, and he spills into your mouth, shuddering and groaning.

"Fuck, I don't deserve you," he mutters, pulling you up so he can slip his tongue past your lips to taste himself.

"Deserve or not, you have me," you echo from earlier. He laughs, and it's like you can see the tension melting from his body.

"My Carmen," you whisper against his lips. "My Carmen."

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part III)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: panic attack, killing threats, violence, Ben my poor meowmeow, hurt/comfort, mentions of rape.

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

Notes: this is mostly a bonding chapter between Ben and the reader, also there's more about the reader's past in here plus a special guest lmao. I'm having too much fun writing this! If anyone would like to be tagged I'll be more than happy to do so! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak

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Part III: Afraid of the Fall

Ben felt his head being hammered and strange voices in a foreign language mumbled to him, all while they laughed and mocked his suffering, causing loud screams and groans of pain falling off his mouth. He struggled, feeling his skin burning again and again. He hoped it stopped, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, but things didn't get better.

Far away, he heard a familiar voice, shouting to get inside. But he couldn't move from his place to reach it. He groaned again, grabbing the sides of his head strongly and covering his ears, elbows on his knees, at the same time he felt a fire forming on his chest. It was happening again. He didn't want to do it. He couldn't do it. He had been trying to control himself with the reefer the past few days. Why now? Why here? He thought he might lose control over himself one more time, and it scared him to death.

There was a loud sound of metal and high heels running towards him, until someone dropped in front of him.

"Ben?"

He barely recognized your voice, but he felt your hands running all over his cheeks, until he opened his tired eyes.

"Ben, you're fine, okay? You're safe here," he took in your gentle voice as you knelt in front of him. He saw you observing his chest and the blast forming in there. "Please, you can control yourself. Look at me, breathe."

He moaned in pain again, closing his eyes shut. He was holding back as much as his strength allowed him, but it wasn't working. Your worried eyes locked when he opened his own again, green and teary.

"Please just breathe. Inhale and exhale," you said, mimicking the directions as he tried to steady his breath following you.

"That's it, go on," you repeated, encouraging him to keep doing the same. "Take my hands, here," he felt your palms embracing his rough hands, his grip hard on your soft ones. "Keep breathing."

The explosion on his chest was still there but as you soothed him with your voice, he eventually felt as the burn dissipated little by little.

"You're safe now, nothing's gonna happen," you mumbled. "Breathe."

Ben took in your whispering voice, until the burn stopped. You remained there with him, hands together, as he opened his eyes anew. He found a comforting smile on your lips, but as soon as he scanned the room he found two men standing in the doorway. Armed and pointing at him, ready to shoot him. He looked between you and the men, and abruptly got on his feet, shoving you away with such force. You landed over your ass on the floor just a couple of steps away from him. The guards aimed their guns immediately.

"Don't!" you ordered.

"Doctor, he was about to blast," said one of them.

"Stop it!" you raised your hands, with glossy eyes and lungs out of air. "Please, leave," you pleaded. Ben remained in the same spot, figuring out if he had to fight you and the men. 

"Doc, the gas-"

"Leave now!" you shouted. They hesitated. "I can handle this, just go and don't turn on the gas, that's an order."

Your gaze might've worked because they slowly backed up and left, closing the heavy door and leaving you alone with the supe. He looked at you, breathing steady and an outraged face. You stood up, fists tight, as Ben closed the distance between both of you.

"Ben, I'm so sorry-"

You choked on your own words, his hand grabbing your neck with his tight grip. "Don't fucking tell me I'm safe. You've built a chamber that'd kill me while I sleep," he growled. Your hands took on his wrists.

Ben just held you in place, denying oxygen into your lungs. He was fucking mad at how you decided to play with him and his life. All these days, he had the chance to end you and that fucking building, and he didn't do it. He felt like a fucking idiot. He had to finish this now. Suddenly, he loosened the rough grip around your throat and slammed you harshly, until your back hit the hardwood of the coffee table.

You coughed as you tried to lift yourself to a sitting position, the mess of the broken wooden lying underneath.

"Ben," you gasped looking up at him. "It's okay if you want to kill me. I'm only asking you to think twice because I'll be dead but it'll be worse for you."

How could it be? Ben couldn't take a fucking break without knowing the damn gas could be turned on if any of those cocksuckers, you included, wanted to. He was beyond pissed. Over and over, he became surrounded by traitors, people who didn't give a single shit about him. And now, he just wanted to rip your head off, kill everyone inside, and run away. Yet somehow he couldn't. With brows furrowed and a cold expression on his face, he watched your figure on the floor, vulnerable and aching due to the impact, at his cruel mercy. But his body wouldn't move an inch to get to you.

Slowly you got on your feet again and for a moment that felt eternal, you looked at each other. Ben was just waiting for the rage to flourish and do what he had to since he met you in that fucking office. He had to kill everyone when they took him out of that box. Too sad he couldn't go back to the past and change his decisions.

You held his haze, and all of the sudden you stepped forward wrapping your arms around his muscular waist. He was shocked.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry," you whispered, hiding your face on his chest.

Ben felt your warmth against his flesh, but he couldn't do more than stay frozen in the middle of the room. The only physical contact he had felt for a long time was for the purpose of torture, pain, and suffering. A hug felt strangely uncomfortable to him. More so after he was the one ready to kill everyone around, starting with you. You must have noticed the stiffness on his body because you slowly backed up and separated from him.

He gave you a confused look and you started to speak softly again.

"I can leave if you want-"

His voice came barely as a whisper. "No."

You nodded, locking your eyes with his own. "Okay. You want to talk?"

"I don't know," he said softly.

Calmly, you asked him to sit on the edge of the bed and Ben soon followed as you did. His eyes were lost in the room and he felt regretful for what he did to you. Anyone in your place would just have left and ran away. He'd be alone, just like he had in the past decades. But you didn't. You were there by his side because you wanted to help him. At least that's what you said.

"I had a nightmare," he began. "It felt so real."

"I'm here, you can let it out," you reassured. Ben felt your eyes on him, but he wasn't strong enough to see your face, so he focused on the wall on the other side of the room.

"I was there... Again. I thought I was there, and thought I was going to blow up everything. Haven't felt this pain since you brought me here, until today," Ben mumbled. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you," you replied once he finished. "You're not a bad person."

"I could've killed you," his words sounded like a fear confession.

But he didn't have any idea of why he would care that much for a stranger like you. He harmed you, and still here you were. It was almost as if you were not scared of him, the atrocities he had done and the ones he could do in the future.

"But you didn't, so don't torture yourself with things that are not real."

He believed you were right. At the same time, it was difficult to push those thoughts away.

"I'm a fucking mess," he said, his eyes locked on his lap as he played with his hands like he was a child. "My father was right."

"Ben-"

"I could've done so much better with him."

"Who?"

"Homelander."

This time, he found your intense gaze. You shook your head.

"You didn't know what Vought was up to. That is not your fault."

"But he is my son in the end," Ben grumbled. "And he has a fucking son of his own."

"A lab experiment," you corrected. "A lab experiment that has a child, product of a rape. You don't have to call that your blood."

He gave a sad smile that quickly disappeared. "I wish I didn't have to. I always wanted kids. Y'know, give them the figure I never had, let them know I'm proud of them, tell them they mean everything to me... Be a better father. And I feel guilty for no reason."

You nodded. "I understand all that, and you'll get over the generational trauma and the PTSD. I promise. Just remember before you run, you need to learn how to walk."

A part of his heart refused to believe your words, that you were lying, but the look in your eyes said otherwise. Probably you were not as bad as he thought you'd be. After all, you were there. You had the courage to step in front of him, to be in the same room as him, and to come every day just in hope to have some sort of advance even when he was pushing his pain away. All those efforts and insistences, they had to mean something in the end. Right?

Last couple of days were hell. You caught something good though. Soldier Boy finally talked to you. Just a little. Anything was fine at this point. For you, work didn't stop. Rest was not an option most of the time. So on Sunday morning you drove back to your apartment after spending the whole Saturday working on more details about the Anti-V prototype.

Once in the building, you made your usual way to your door and immediately got rid of your coat and shoes in the entry hall. You were so tired and craving for a sleep, so you made your way to your bedroom, until a horribly annoying voice you knew too well stopped you on the doorframe.

"Well, don't you work your ass off," the blonde man swung into your room in his usual ridiculous outfit, admiring every detail of the place. He gave you a disturbingly disgusting smile.

You also noticed the balcony windows and curtains were open. Of fucking course he'd used the easiest way to break into your home.

"What-"

"Oh, you know who I am, doctor. I can break the president's home if I want to," Homelander beamed when he stopped just inches from you.

You gulped and crossed your arms on your chest.

"And may I ask why are you here?"

"You know why, don't play dumb."

"No, I don't. Enlighten me, please," you replied, faking it. "You know, I don't really think we've met before."

"Actually, we did. It was in an audition. Around 2009, remember?" 

"Now I do," your jaw clenched. That was a fucking memory you wanted to erase and bury forever. "I'm glad I didn't pass that shit."

 "Yeah, you were such a waste now that I think of. Could've been with our team now."

Homelander chuckled, proudly and honorably, walking around and stopping in front of your vanity. He started to check your perfumes and jewelry that spread on there, like a damn kid. You followed him immediately.

"What do you want?"

"Straight to the point, fine," he began, facing you once again. Smile long gone. "I know you're up to something. Fucking stop it."

Your lips opened but he shut you up with a gesture of his hand and went on.

"Uh-uh, not now. Don't try to deny it. Don't make fucking excuses," Homelander closed the distance between both of you. His lips brushed your ear and somehow, you were frozen in place. You didn't know what would happen next, he was unpredictable.

"I know you have my dad with you, and what you're doing will not benefit me," he whispered and he pulled back to see your blank face, eyes staring with rage. "Just a small warning. I got my eyes on you," he chuckled. "But don't worry, I'm giving you a chance. Only one chance to stop whatever the fuck you're doing. Trust me, you don't wanna know what I have for you."

He started to walk to the balcony without giving you time for an answer. Not that you had much of a comeback in mind when your life and project were now in danger. At least he was going to finally leave your place. Before flying away, he turned around one last time.

"Better take care of the old man, uhm?"

Those were his last words. And you knew he didn't mean them.

You were so fucked now.

[scekrex]

YOU ASKED FOR MORE ADAM REQUESTS SO UH HERE I AM

so yk how adam knew angel dust was a pornstar when charlie mentioned his name. uh i have not been able to get that out of my head because he knew him by NAME it wasnt just like he passed by an angel dust billboard cause those are probably fucking everywhere and was like “cool” NO bro looked at it closely enough to know his name by memory— anywaysss what about adam x male reader whos a pornstar cause thats cool dhdkd maybe he sees an ad with the reader on it or something and gets intrigued 😋 anyways have a super silly day

I fucking adore you for that prompt bc the fact that Adam knew Angel by name was/is stuck in my brain too and I've been meaning to write pornstar!male!reader for a while, you simply gave me an actual reason to do so. Also the warmest, cuddliest hugs to @ultimateissuessimp who not only helped me to come up w a plot but also fixed my writers block xoxo to you bro.

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, smut, sex without consent (it's not Adam guys, chill), mention of sexual abuse, choking (with and without consent), unprotected sex, major character death (temporarily)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your pimp massaged his temples and sighed, “Stop acting like a fucking picky whore, if you want your fucking money you'll do the job.” You crossed your arms over your chest, you were having none of it.

It had been a couple of years since you started doing what you did, it had been a couple of years since you had dedicated yourself to that fucking asshole who was trying to force you into something that was way outside your comfort zone. So you have learned to stand up for yourself, to say no. And usually that was fine because usually your clients weren't some snobby bitches with an ass full of money. This time your client was exactly that though, and that asshole of boss - at this point you were sure you could call him that - saw the money and nothing but the money. So a ‘no’ wasn't on the table for you this time as it seemed.

“Fuck you, I'm telling ya, I'm not doing that bullshit,” you told the man in front of you. He however simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, “You’re gonna drop that fucking attitude of yours right fucking now because you're gonna do it, if you want or not is irrelevant.” You huffed and ripped your arm from his grip, “Fucking fine, but if that whore breaks me it's on you.” At that your boss chuckled deeply as he gave your cheek a light pat, “Good boy.”

So there you were huh? In a room with some asshole you didn't trust the slightest bit.

It didn't take long for the man to not only undress himself but also to basically tear the fabric off your body - quite literally because your shirt was being ripped open and he yanked your pants down hard enough for the stitches to give out on it.

Your mind went blank after that, everything was just a hazy blur as you tried to get it over with. There were cold hands on your body, then you fell, the landing was surprisingly soft.

A scream filled with pain ripped from your throat as the man thrusted in, in, in until he was fully inside of you, no lube, no preparation. A hand was firmly pressed against your mouth and while probably not intended, he also covered your nose leaving you no way to breathe but you took it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? With that hand on your lips? Yeah, pretty impossible. You also doubted that the asshole would care about your wants. It all went down when his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, he didn't even try to ask for consent, he just took what he wanted, maybe needed.

Your hands were on his wrists in an instant, your nails dug into his skin in order to try and push his hands off of you but to no result, he was stronger. And then the hazy blur faded to black.

-

When Adam read the news about his favorite porn actor being killed he was quite furious.

The news articles all stated the same, that some rich bitch had paid for a session with you - an recorded one on top of it - and had choked you to death. And on top of that the manager of you had published the video, hell Adam was even able to see you die at his hands.

The news articles also blamed you for not giving him any signals to stop, Adam thought that was bullshit. He had followed your porn career for a while now, he had seen interviews too, if only two - it wasn't like many people wanted to interview pornstars on a daily base - he knew you had this little rule about consent and therefore he knew you had given the man signals he just tended to ignore them.

“Can you fucking believe it, Lute?” he asked angrily as he held his phone in front of her face, on the tiny screen there was a news article about your death, a picture of your corpse covered by a white sheet was also featured. Lute looked at it briefly, then shrugged, “Who cares? Just another whore that'll end up in hell.” Adam put down his phone and grabbed Lute by her shirt, “Watch your fucking mouth, he wasn't like the rest of those disgusting sluts.” Lute just shot him a weird look and mumbled a quiet, “Whatever, Sir,” as Adam let go of her clothes.

-

When the world around you got bright you were confused, what had happened?

You found yourself in someone's office, the walls were painted white and there were golden accents to make the room seem less stirile. “Where the fuck am I?” you asked, visibly confused as three pairs of eyes stared at you, one of them was a small girl, she looked delighted to see you. Then there was a woman, you figured it must have been her mother or something like that, she offered you a small smile. The last one was the face of a man who seemed to be equally confused as you were at first, but soon his expression softened a little.

“Well look who we have here,” the man spoke and got out of his seat to walk over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he shot you a sharp grin.

“Welcome to heaven, Y/N.”

-

It took a good while for you to get used to the afterlife you were expecting, it looked like your beliefs had been with you and that God had decided to put you out of your misery and send you to heaven a little sooner than you had thought. Not that you complained though, the company was better than the people that had surrounded you on earth.

Adam and you had grown to be close friends in no time and soon after your bond had increased so much you had asked the first man out. He had agreed and so the two of you started dating.

He was surprisingly soft with you - was it really surprising though, given that he knew how you had died? No, not really. But it was nice that he accepted your ‘no’ without further questions - sometimes, when he was really into something you said no to, he sat down with you and talked it out, gave you all the options to stop whenever it got too much or you simply didn't like it. Consensual sex without fighting for what you wanted and didn't want was new to you, it wasn't something your former boss or former clients had ever given you.

But that all shattered when Adam requested something that really didn't sit right with you.

“Fuck no,” you exclaimed, and got up from the bed, “No choking, not after-” you cut yourself off, you weren't able to say it out loud, not yet at least, “No.” Adam sighed, he wasn't annoyed or frustrated, he was actually able to understand the situation you were in quite well. “Babes, I’m not gonna hurt you like that bastard did,” he explained himself while also giving you the space you needed, otherwise you'd feel cornered and that was the least thing he wanted you to feel in that moment.

You knew that, in the name of God, you fucking knew Adam wouldn't choke you unconscious and he most importantly wouldn't kill you again by doing so but it felt wrong to let anyone grab you by the throat with the slightest bit of force. “Adam,” you pleaded, your eyes begging him to drop the topic. Adam's body language softened and he patted on the bed, a nonverbal request for you to sit down again. You hesitated for a moment, then you sat down again.

His wing wrapped around you immediately and his arms pulled you to sit on his lap. His chin was resting on your shoulder as he softly spoke, “I’m not asking you to live through a full fucking session, I'm asking you to try it, to let me show you how it's properly done. You can always tell me to stop and I'll be off of you in an instant. I won't ask you to ever try it again if you don't like it.” The brunette's hands rested on your chest, one of them slowly moved upwards to caress your neck and acting out of instincts you leaned into the soft and warm touch of his.

You thought about it. You thought about it for a while and you came to the conclusion that Adam was right. Trying was okay, trying meant you were allowed to hate it. So you hummed in agreement adding a quiet, “Okay.”

-

Soft lips were kissing your throat and you tilted your head upwards to offer Adam more excess. The first man gladly took it as an invitation to leave hickeys on the soft skin of yours which earned him a throaty moan. “Someone’s fucking horny,” Adam grinned and pressed his palm against the slowly growing bulge in your pants. You immediately lifted your hips to chase the friction that was given to you, a deep groan was ringing through Adam's ears, fuck he could listen to the sounds you were making all day. “You’re one to talk,” you breathlessly countered and lifted your knee against Adam's crotch. The taller man's hips stuttered and his wings flapped in excitement at the newfound and unexpected friction. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled against your throat as his fingers clawed at your shoulders and his nails dug into your skin, the pain it caused was different than the pain men had brought you back on earth, the pain Adam was giving to you always felt so deliciously holy and you could drown in it.

You have had sex before with all kinds of men, rude and harsh ones, shy and soft ones, ones that took what they wanted and then left without the slightest thought of satisfying you. But with Adam it was different, Adam always made sure you were feeling as much pleasure as he was experiencing and if he were to get too caught up to jerk you off, he'd blow you afterwards.

Your fingers itched towards the hem of Adam's robe and pulled the soft fabric up until his lower half was exposed. “Get that stupid shit off, it's cockblocking us,” you growled with lust audible in your voice. That was something Adam was quick to do, he was always so eager to get undressed for you, no matter what, no matter when.

Once Adam's robe had hit the floor, your clothes were joining it in no time. Your naked bodies were pressed together, his lips never left your skin long enough for you to actually miss them, they were on you constantly. “Gonna fuck that brain out of your pretty head babes, it'll be all you will be able to think about for the entire week,” the first man whispered in a deep, aroused voice that gave you the most pleasant kind of goosebumps you've ever had and your body shuddered against his lips. “You gotta try real hard for that, you sure you can fuck me that well?” you teased, very much aware that, yes, he was able to do as he had just said, he had proven it before and he'd prove it again. “Watch it, whore,” he grinned up at you and then your nipple disappeared between his lips and another moan tore from your throat to let the first man know what an incredible job he was doing.

Back on earth you had disliked, maybe even hated the term. It was always used as an insult that was supposed to play down what you were doing but when Adam said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing to achieve, to be called whore by Adam was something you took with pride, something that made your body heat rush to all the right areas.

“Nah,” you replied and even though it was more of a whine than an actual statement, you confidently continued, “You like it when I use my mouth and we both fucking know it.” Adam's wings twitched at the thought of you sucking him off and his eyes revealed that he liked the idea - not for now though, now you two had other plans. “Sure do, babes, sure do,” the brunette agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bedside table earlier.

That was also another thing you appreciated about the sex with Adam, while he made sure you were feeling that holy version of pain earth could never compare to, he was also gentle, well as gentle as someone like Adam could be. But he prepared you, always did, and he was the type of guy who'd rather use too much lube than not enough.

At first it had been weird for you that Adam knew about your carrier, in the name of Lord above that motherfucker had seen you die because of that stupid porno. But it turned out to be quite useful for him to have all that knowledge about your past, that way he knew how far he was allowed to go without constantly having to ask you. He did check on your well-being during sex though, a thing you appreciated very much. He also knew about the things you were into, figuring his kinks out was as easy as breathing, the first man did nothing to hide the things that turned him on.

Adam covered his fingers in lube, waited a moment for the liquid to warm up and then slowly started to push his index finger inside of you. Your back arched and your hips rocked down on his finger, taking it like it was a daily thing - maybe because it was. “Gimme the second one,” you breathed out and watched as Adam moved his hand a little, his index finger almost slipped out and you were about to complain but before you had the chance to, two fingers were thrusted inside of you and you groaned, “That’s what I'm talking ‘bout, pretty boy.”

“Just look at the filthy little slut you are,” his hand moved up and down your side before it stilled on your hip bone, “So fucking eager to take the first dick ever made.” You nodded, “And so fucking ready too, so what ya waiting for, big guy?” Your lips had curled up into a shit eating grin as you challenged him, “Scared you'll hurt me?” Oh and that made something inside of Adam snap.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, causing you to complain about the emptiness you were left with. “Adam,” you whined and wiggled your ass closer to his hips, “I can take both, your fingers and your dick.” That earned you a light slap on your hips, “Don’t be so fucking impatient, you'll get what is needed to shut your mouth.” “I think it'll make me open up instead, moaning yo-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan because the brunette had just bottomed out inside of you without any kind of warning. And the burn that came with it from how wide his dick stretched you was beautiful through and through.

“Don’t just fucking talk about moaning my name, do it,” he demanded and gripped your hips firmly to keep you from squirming, he didn't move however, gave you the time you needed to get used to the feeling. Oh the self control this man had was driving you insane. “Goddamn it, fuck me already, what use is it to have the first dick inside of me when it doesn't fucking do shit,” you whined as you threw your head back into the pillows.

Adam didn't move his hips, however he leaned over you and wrapped his left hand around your throat, there was no pressure at all, just the feeling of his hand. For a moment panic flooded your brain and your body screamed at you to make him stop, to tell him not to fucking touch you like that, but then he spoke up and his voice was so soft, sounded so worried, “You decide when it is too much, if this is too much you simply say so and I won't touch you like that again unless you ask for it like a good fucking boy you can be.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, his hand was still on your throat but you relaxed. “No, it's okay,” you whispered without looking at him, then added, “Now get to the fucking point and fuck my brains out like you promised.” And then there was pressure on your throat but at the same time the brunette started to move his hips, the pace at which his hips slammed in and out was bruising but it was exactly what you needed. You bared your throat as much as you could, showing him that it was okay, showing him that you trusted him with this, “Fuck, Adam.”

The sound of Adam's balls slapping against your ass filled the room and while one hand was firmly yet not painfully wrapped around your throat, the other slowly slid up your torso until it reached your nipple, the skilful fingers of your lover twisted it in such delicious ways that moan after moan spilled from your lips and Adam admired it, admired you. He was purely enchanted whenever you got vocal during sex - which was quite often.

“Fucking right, whore, moan for me ‘n’ my dick,” he hissed before he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, your back arched off the mattress even more, your hips tried to chase his whenever he pulled out only to slam himself back in again a second later. A whine fell from your lips and seeped into the kiss, your wings closed around his back, trapping the both of you behind feathers but neither of you minded, you were both too caught up in pleasure to care about such things. “Adam, please,” you moaned as your hips helplessly moved in sync with his own, “Fucking touch me.”

Normally Adam would make you beg for it, deny you your orgasm for as long as he could, but not that day. You had been doing so well for him, had tried something that neither of you were sure you would like. You had given him your trust by allowing you to touch in ways no one ever touched you with consent and he wanted to reward you for it, wanted to give you what you so desperately graved. As he attempted to let go of your throat you stopped him. Your hand tightly gripped his wrist in order to keep his hand where it was and you looked him in the eyes as you said, “I fucking dare you to stop choking me, use your other hand to jerk me off.”

He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through his body but he did as he was told and once his hand had started to stroke your dick, it only took you a few moments to reach your climax. The white wetness covered your stomach, a few drops even reached Adam's chest but you were too fucked out to pay any mind to it, all that you were able to focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam. Adam, who was fucking you through your orgasm to chase his own, Adam who didn't take much longer to reach his peak, Adam who filled you up with his cum until it started to leak.

The first man breathed heavily on top of you as he pulled out, a weak snap of his fingers cleaned both of your bodies before he fell into the sheets beside you. Well to be fair he had landed on your wing instead of the mattress but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turned around to face him and curled up against his chest, Adam wrapped his entire body around you in order to keep you warm and protected.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He kissed your head softly.

“Anything for you, babes.”

[twinklychan]

Ouch!

A Kim seungmin Oneshot [fluff]

This is so random, and I'm in my baby fever moments, so please bear with me 🙏

“Here we are.” Seungmin sighs, putting your luggage on the Nightstand. 

“Here we are.” You mumble, joining him as you rub your belly. 

You look at Seungmin and smile as you see him smile fondly at you.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks, moving closer to you as he puts his right hand on the lower of your back, his eyes scanning your body.

“Yep, I'm fine.” You smile, reassuringly. He was obviously nervous about this. You were too, if you were honest. After all, you'd be the one delivering the baby.

Seungmin nods before he gently pushes you down onto the bed in the hospital room.

“Relax a bit.” He tells you, his eyes fixed on yours before he puts a hand over yours, folding them with one another.

You nod, closing your eyes as you sigh, your stomach feeling heavy. One might think you'd get used to the stomach after 9 Months of Pregnancy but you certainly were not used to it yet.

Your eyes shoot open as you clench Seungmin's hand in yours, a muffled groan leaving your lips. The Pain moves from your bottom to your top and takes about one minute before vanishing.

Seungmins eyes are now wide open, he went into a squat to look up into your face and examine it.

“A Contraction?!” He asks, hastily as you nod, teeth clenching before you can finally lose the grip you had on his fingers this whole time. 

Suddenly you hear another woman screaming from the labor room and your face pales. All the blood drains down into your feet. You look at seungmin with wide eyes. 

“You know what?-” You stand up, huffing as you try to make it seem effortless, while seungmin moves around to help you.

“I can keep the baby inside for another nine months, let's go home.” You basically waddle (as fast as a pregnant woman can waddle) towards the door, trying to open it. 

A grip on your arm stops you.

“Baby~” Seungmin chuckles, unable to control the funny emotion inside of him as he turns you around to face him. Now both hands lay on your shoulders, his back bent just the slightest and his face close to yours.

“I know this is scary for you- at least I think I know- anyways- you- WE can do this, okay? You're gonna be okay, baby, everything is going to be alright, because-” He takes the left hand off of your shoulder and slowly moves it down to your right Hand, intertwining them gently just like he did 5 Minutes prior.

“- I'm gonna be there with you, through all of it. I'll be there, holding your hand while you deliver, I'll be there to care for you after you deliver. Heck I'll hold your hand when we're both buried underground no matter how many layers of mud and coffins I have to go through; I'll be there with you, through it all. You know why?” He asks, looking into your eyes and you know he doesn't wait for an answer.

“Because it's you and me now and forever. It was and will always be you and me, us, together. And soon it will be the three of us. I love you, you're so strong for doing this and I'm incredibly grateful for everything you're doing right now. So I want you to know that I love you and everything you have to face, I have to face too.” He mumbles, his forehead now lingering on your forehead as he smiles, slowly leaning in, to kiss you. 

And you let him. You let him kiss you silly, you'd let him kiss you if a war was going on beside you. Because his kisses would calm you down after anything. His kisses were your solutions. And that would never change.

You bite his lip, harshly, sucking in a groan as another contract hits you.

“Ah!- omg! I'm so sorry baby!” You basically yell as Seungmin groans, his hand covering his mouth as he brushes the tip of his fingers against his lip, pulling it away again to see a small red stain.

“Are you okay?!” You fumble to get a closer look, pouting as you see the blood.

“I'm so sorry.” You cry, brushing away your tears as you try to hug him properly.

He just starts to laugh. 

"it's okay baby, it didn't even hurt that much, just startled me. Don’t cry!” He pulls you away from his chest, wiping away a few more tears that have dropped before kissing your hands and lastly your lips.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you nod, ‘yes’ you think and he understands. It's not a yes yes but a simple ‘I-can-handle-it’ yes, and he understands it. Because it's him. And because it's you. You will always understand each other with a simple look. 

Your eyelids close a bit longer before you open them again as he does the same.

‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

And you both smile, sharing another kiss.

“Ouch!”

“sorrysorrysorry!” You hastily say, after another Contraction hit you.

[otherone12]

Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 5)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! Sorry it took me so long to post this part, I ran out of time and ideas to write, but soon I'll be able to post more frequently (I'm literally posting this in literature class lol). Hope u like it <3

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! )

if u didn't read, here's the part1, part2, part3 & part4

Summary: After the jealousy outbreak, you couldn't stand Gerard's duality anymore. So you decided to argue with him and see if, at some point, he would feel sorry for you and let you go.

- Word Count: 2.740

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, toys, denied orgasms, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT!

> DEAD DOVE!!!! < IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

- All mine… - He kissed my cheek and rested his head on my shoulder. - Am I right?

- Yeah… - I said, with a bitter taste in my mouth and a fake smile  -  All yours.

I pulled the blanket over my body, trying to cover myself as much as possible. After all, I was no longer very comfortable in that situation. 

A light smile appeared on his red lips. 

- As long as you understand that, our lives are gonna be way better… - He held my chin with the tip of his fingers, making me face him as he kissed my forehead, making me even more uncomfortable - For me and for you, darling.

Without showing any feelings, I said nothing.  Gerard started talking, but I really wasn't in the mood to listen, so my brain seemed to block out any noise that came out of his mouth. Minutes and minutes passed slowly, and Gerard kept talking. But again I made a point of not saying a word to him.

After a while he stopped talking, leaving only an impatient sigh that he let out before squeezing my arm.  

- Giving me the silent treatment won't improve my mood, princess. 

Before answering, I swallowed hard and showed a look of disdain. 

- Sorry… but I have nothing to say

Gerard’s mouth reached my neck, placing kisses in all of it. 

- Say you love me… - He murmured close to my ear, with his cold lips on my skin. Again, he became kind - that's so simple…

I tried with no success to move away from him, but being in his lap, with his arms holding me, it was impossible. 

- I don't usually lie - I rolled my eyes and sight. 

- Well, what about our date, hun? - I felt his voice grow harsher... I hate this fine line - from what I remember you were pretty happy.

Flashbacks of last night came to my mind. Him opening the car door, his hand on my leg as he drove, the kiss I returned, the compliments... all just  memories.  

- I was… - I said calmly - but that was before…

Again, flashbacks of last night, but this time when he squeezed my arm, yelled at me, slapped me in the face, almost threw me to the ground, hit me with a belt… I was overcome by a fury, which he did not bother to calm. 

- Before what? - His questioning tone was laced with anger, and a cynical chuckle.  - Before I put you in your place?

- Before you hit me with a fucking belt!

It was at that moment that I stopped thinking, and began to let myself be carried away by all the thoughts that crossed my mind. 

- How many times will I have to tell you to watch your attitude?

He shook me, but unlike the other times, I wasn't scared, but rather with a growing desire to keep fighting and see how far he can go with this shit. 

- Fuck this! What's the worst that you could do?! - I screamed, staring deep into his eyes.  - You've already bit me, cut me, spank me… what's next?! ‘Cause you can't kill me!!

His features darkened, he certainly didn't expect me to go this far. He snorted, his clenched teeth practically grinding. The red glow in his eyes became more intense, and a shiver ran down my spine. I felt no regret, curiosity was greater than all of that. I would love to feel that love he showed me in those few moments again, but I needed to see how far he can go. 

- Yeah, but I can make your eternal life be much more miserable than it already is … - he growled, whispering. I felt his nails almost piercing my skin, as he threatened  - so you better be a good girl and apologize for your behavior, right now! 

In a matter of seconds, my mind came up with the perfect plan, as he looked at me impatiently, waiting for an answer. The idea was to make him regret it. Make him show his worst side, and then regret it so much that the only thing he could do to redeem himself would be to let me go.

- Go ahead! I don't really care! - I shouted, with my eyebrows furrowed - The way you act, I'm going to end up going crazy soon, and not giving a damn anymore! 

He was shocked, took a deep breath and tried again. 

- You have one more chance to regret every single word you've said.

The pain in my arm increased by the second, and he became more and more agitated, even though he maintained the same tone of voice. 

- No regrets, thank you, by the way. - I mocked, preparing myself for the worst.

-You will… - He whispered in my ear, his voice choking but threatening enough.  - And I'm going to make sure that happens. 

Quickly, he pushed me aside. Rising from the bed, he got dressed and left the room like a storm.

I took advantage of my time alone to get dressed again. Staring at the drawings on the wall, I couldn't help but start crying, thinking about everything that had happened so far and what might be to come. 

I was hoping he would come back soon, but what were minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days... something inside me made my stomach churn, and anguish took over my body.  

Was I missing him? Was that what he wanted? Anyway, it's not a feeling that bothers me… but the doubts keep arising.

Finally, I heard the key unlock the door, followed by the mocking sound of Gerard's voice. 

-Knock Knock, baby - He walked towards me, and held my face with his hand, squeezing it a little - Did you miss me? Sure you do. 

I looked at him with an incredulous expression, wondering at his subtle good humor and waiting for an explanation. 

-Where were you?!

- Aw… you got worried? - he smiled on my lips, teasing a kiss - Don't think I forgot yesterday's tantrum... 

- Wasn't a tantrum… 

I murmured, looking away, but still with my face in his hand. 

- Shut up! - I was startled by the scream, still with a cruel smile on his face, he continued - Let's establish new rules around here, baby… you only talk when I say you can. 

I nodded.

- Good girl. - he said, still with his fucking smile on his face. Why does he look so good?! - And… when you're gonna refer to me, you have to refer with “sir” or things like that. Got it?

I swallowed hard, waiting for his look, which soon indicated permission to speak.

- Yes

he cleared his throat, becoming more serious and less mocking.

- ’Yes’ what?

I snorted, feeling the tension rise. I thought he was joking, but he wasn't. 

- Yes, sir.

A proud laugh passed through his mouth, moving away from me and going to the closet that was at the back of the room. 

- You sound so good, princess…- he followed, while rummaging through the clothes in the wardrobe - And I got something here for you… a new ‘bracelet’.

Soon, he extended his arm, showing me something that left me speechless. A handcuff. I couldn't believe he was actually going to lock me up like that again.  

- Is this a..?

I stammered, now a little nervous.

- I don't remember letting you speak, darling. - he scolded. - Lay in the bed.

I was stuck. I thought it was impossible for him to hold me back any longer, for him to make me more of a possession and less of an individual. I thought about living forever, trapped in that bed, completely at the mercy of his will. 

Following his orders, I lay down on the bed, and he soon made his way there as well. Gerard grabbed my wrist firmly, lifting it to the headboard of the bed and securing it with the handcuff. Soon my other arm was trapped as well. The sound of the handcuffs being closed sent shivers down my spine, which were made worse when I felt Gerard's cold hands on my hips.

His face buried itself in my neck, with kisses that soon began to become painful and I felt the same pain that I had felt on our 'first date'.

Even though my blood wasn't the same, I could still feel it leaving my body, making me feel weaker.

-You taste so good… - He moaned and licked the blood from my neck.

I groaned in pain in response, making him chuckle

-Y'know… - He clicked his tongue, laying completely on top of me and caressing my face - Even though you don't deserve it, I missed you.

I rolled my eyes, holding myself back from saying anything else. 

- I love you. - his hand went down towards the button of my pants and my breathing became short and fast - More than you could ever understand… Want to say anything, darling?

- Can we please go back to normal? 

- Are you scared, baby? - He started to unzip my pants, looking into my eyes.  - And you forgot something.

- I'm sorry… - Swallowing the last shreds of pride I had left, I continued. - sir.

- Good girl. - He held the waistband of my jeans, pulling it down - But I won't take it easy just because you're behaving.

I let out a whimper, hearing when my jeans fall on the ground.

- Sir, P-please… don’t 

- You learn fast… - he chuckles 

He got up, going towards the drawer of the furniture next to the bed and taking out something that took me a while to understand what it was, but the dark smile on his face left no doubt that it was a vibrator.

- Relax, baby… - He clicked his tongue, approaching me again and caressing my thigh - i'm not gonna hurt you…

He pulled down my panties, making me even more nervous. I already imagined what was coming, but the longer he took, the more this anguish took over me.

He separated my legs and brushed the vibrator in my entrance, teasing me. I was dripping, and his cynical laughing when I bucked my hips, earning more, made my face turn red in embarrassment. 

- I thought you didn't want this… - he mocked - but looks like you're almost begging for it

As he spoke, he inserted the vibrator, agonizingly slowly, making me grunt. The deeper, the more torturous it was.

He took a few steps back, moving far enough away to get a full view of my humiliating situation.

- You look so good like this. - Biting his lips, he didn't look away from me.

Soon saw the remote control in his hand and gasped. 

- Did my pet want me to turn this thing on? - He knew exactly what he was doing, looking straight into my eyes with a grin on his face, talking calmly. - Or should I leave you like this for a while, hm?

I didn't answer, shame took over me and I couldn't think of what to say exactly. He walked slowly to the door, shaking the remote in his hand. 

- I'm gonna take your silence as a second option… - He sighed - Well, i'll be back soon and-

- N-no! Please turn it on.. - I interrupted him, knowing that in the state I was already in, it wasn't worth continuing in silence. It took me a while to let the last word leave my lips, wrapped in my self-love.  - sir

- Are you that horny? - He ran his thumb over the controller, choosing the button with the lowest speed.  - So let's have some fun.

I let out a moan, causing him to show his fangs in a smile. The feeling was good, but it still wasn't enough, I bit my lips, muffling other sounds that could pass through my mouth. Gerard noticed, and soon increased the speed.

 I bucked my hips one more time, now feeling myself getting close to my orgasm. 

- Are you almost there, darling? - He asked, already knowing the answer. I nodded. - in that case…

I expected anything but him turning off the vibrator. With teary eyes and breathless, I fell into despair after being denied my orgasm.

-W-why did you…? - I swallowed hard 

-Why did I turn it off? - He said,playfully - Aw, baby, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?

 I mumbled something inaudible, feeling further and further away from my climax. I was already trying to get my mind off this agonizing experience, but when I was finally getting back to normal, without warning, he pressed the vibrator control, making me let out a whimper. 

He walked around the room, looking at me like I was putting on a show, only for him.

It wasn't long before I was getting there again. But it all went down the drain when he hung up again. I groaned in protest, letting out tears. 

Gerard walked towards my face, placing his hand on my cheek and kissing away my tears. 

- You're so pretty It's a shame to have to put you through this… - He said, between kisses - but you were really nasty that day, hm…

He turned the thing on, so fucking slow.

- I-i’m sorry, sir… - I whimpered, my lips pressed against his, wanting him to feel sorry - Please, let me-

- Not yet.

And as he said, all this repeated itself so many times that I lost count, my whole body sweaty, a river between my legs. I've never felt that tired before.

Gerard was sitting in the armchair, sipping wine, with the remote in his hands. 

- Since you've been such a good girl for me… i'm gonna let you cum - He smiled, bragging and pressing the button on the controller.  

I moaned in pleasure, finally managing to relieve myself, I felt him taking the vibrator off of me, and I sighed in relief. 

He climbed on top of me again, snuggling between my breasts and kissing my neck. 

- Look... I don't want to have to be like this with you… - he purred - So let's make a deal, hm…

His hand traveled over my body, as he looked at every place his fingers passed. 

- I'm not gonna do this to you anymore, but you'll not ignore me. - He raised his eyebrows, speaking calmly. - And maybe one day, we'll go back to normal, hm? 

I nodded, feeling his touch and pacing myself with this. 

- Thank you - I closed my eyes, hoping he would forget about the way he want me to call him. 

-Your welcome, princess. - He smiled, and every time I found him more beautiful  - This time I'll let it slide, but if you forget again… 

-I'll not, sir. - I giggled, somehow feeling good with his weight on my body. 

I really can't understand it. Every moment I spend with him is a duality. Before, I wanted to get up and put a stake through his heart, but now all I want is for him to just lie there next to me, caressing my body and kissing my neck. Of course it would be better if my wrists weren't hurting, but still. 

- Gee… - I murmured to him - I mean, sir, can you please take these handcuffs off of me?

- Do you think you deserve it?

- I've been a good girl, sir! - I despaired, and began to beg. - I took everything without complaining! I… I obeyed you! 

- Hey… calm down, darling… - He spoke, calming me down, but at the same time in a reprimanding tone. - I don't wanna see you throwing a tantrum like a baby again. Well… I think I can take this off of you… but with one condition.

- Tell me… Please, Sir, I'll do anything! - I almost screamed in excitement - Just please, take this thing off of me! Pretty please! 

- Okay, okay, You know I love you, hm.. - He moved to my wrists, releasing them as he continued to speak.  - and I hate seeing you sad like this… i'm gonna take this off, but if you misbehave again… 

- I'll not, sir! I promise! - I, more than in a hurry, hugged him, leaving him confused, but glad.  - And I love you too.

In his arms, I managed to forget why I wanted to leave, it's always so good, so comfortable, so perfect... As soon as I pulled away, the first thing I did was look for his lips, kissing them deeply. The taste of the wine in his mouth passed to mine when his tongue crossed mine.

I think we're gonna be like this forever… Fights after fights and then this feeling of pleasure in being with him.

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~ So, that 's it! Should I do another part?

[alloftheimaginesblog]

don't leave me here {e.m}

prompt: you're bleeding out and eddie has to save you.

character: eddie munson x plus size female reader

part of my e.m 'pretty eyes' series

Blood. There was so much blood.

Eddie dropped to his knees in front of you, "Jesus! Fucking hell! What the fuck?!" The panicked string of curses left his mouth quick and furious.

He stared down at your gasping, convulsing body in absolute horror. Eddie Munson wasn't one of these 'hero' guys. He wasn't like Steve Harrington or Nancy Wheeler or- or fucking Superman, okay? He was a runner. He ran and he hid from shit like this. He wasn't brave. He was a fraud; scared, weak. Eddie Munson thought that he was nothing at all.

Things changed when he saw you like that.

"What do I do? What the fuck do I do?!"

You weren't really focusing on what he was saying, all you could really do was stare up at him as your mouth tried to form words. His eyes connected with yours; fear meeting fear and when he saw how scared you were, lying there, bleeding out onto cold cement, he swallowed and closed his eyes for the briefest of moments.

When he opened his eyes again, the fear was gone and instead was replaced with calm.

"This is gonna hurt... and I'm sorry." He took a deep breath and pressed down on the wound that was on your side. You couldn't speak but my god, you could scream; loud and piercing. Eddie rambled apologies over the sound of you, wincing as he listened to you. No one else was here. It was just you and Eddie in the Upside Down with a whole lot of monsters. Eddie needed to stop the bleeding long enough to get you back into the normal world and get you to the hospital.

He could feel his heart beating fast and furious in his chest. It almost hurt him. He was terrified but he knew that you were even more scared than he was so he knew that he had to focus and just do it; do something. No running, not today.

The blood seeped from between his fingers, he needed something to stop the bleeding. Thinking quick, he grabbed the two handkerchiefs that he kept in his pockets, bundled them together, and pressed them hard against your side.

"You still with me?" He asked, anxiously glancing to your face.

Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were holding onto his wrist in a white knuckled grip, "E-Eds- I'm not gonna-"

"Shut up." He glowered at you, "I'm not having that conversation, it's strictly not an option. I'm going to get the bleeding to stop a bit and then I'm gonna take you back through the gate and we'll get you to the hospital. You'll be fine. You'll be fine. It'll be fine."

His hands trembled and his whole body was caked in a cold sweat as the blood continued to pour. Why wasn't it stopping? Why wasn't it slowing down?

He cursed under his breath and dropped everything to stand up. With fumbling hands, he pulled off his belt. He'd watched Nancy do this to Harrington, minus the belt but with her t-shirt, she'd tied it really tight around his wound and it helped add extra pressure. He had to try, right? He told you it would hurt and boy, did it hurt. The searing hot pain made your head spin and made your vision blur and you almost felt yourself succumbing to the sleepiness that crept into the corners of your mind, dulling things and making things fuzzy around the edges.

It was Eddie's voice, hoarse and cracking, "Please don't leave me. Don't you dare fucking leave me in this stupid town myself." Hearing that, hearing how upset and vulnerable he sounded made you open your eyes for the briefest of moments.

"I gotta get you outta here," Eddie murmured, "Back through the gate and hopefully Harrington will be on the other side close by and we can get you in a car and straight to the hospital."

You shook your head, inhaling deeply, "Y-You can't get me through the gate. I-I'm too heavy to ca-carry."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "You're bleeding out and you're worried about your weight?" A moment of humour in an otherwise traumatic situation.

It was stupid and you weren't thinking rationally but you never liked people lifting you, you'd always hated it since a boy in your sixth grade class called you heavy. Since then, no one had lifted you. Despite knowing that Eddie could probably hold your weight, you would rather die in the Upside Down than have him unable to lift you or call you heavy.

"Hey," Eddie said, bloody hands on your cheeks, "I can lift you. I'll get you outta here, I promise... You gotta trust me." His eyes scanned your face, "You trust me?"

You nodded slowly, "Yeah. I trust you."

"I dunno if it'll hurt or not but my trailer's just over there, it won't be long... just hold on tight." You hadn't noticed his hands under your knees and neck until he was hoisting you into the air. The pain was there but duller, lesser. You didn't know if that was a good thing or not. Your eyes were heavy, tired. Eddie could tell as he ran through the upside down with you in his arms that things weren't looking good. Despite the belt applying as much pressure as possible, you were still bleeding, blood seeping into his t-shirt and jean jacket, staining and soaking wherever it touched.

Eddie glanced down at you, "Open your eyes, (y/n). Open those pretty eyes!" The sound of the nickname woke you for the slightest of seconds and then you tumbled backwards into the darkness.

At the sight of your eyes rolling and body limp, Eddie cursed and used his foot to kick open the trailer door; stupid thing swung open easily.

Eddie began to screech for Harrington, for Nancy, for anyone. His friends should've been back by now. Eddie closed his eyes as he stared up through the gate to see no one staring down at him. They weren't back yet. This couldn't be it; this wasn't going to be the end. He lay you down on the mattress on the floor and grabbed a chair to stand on when all of a sudden he heard, "Jesus, what happened? Is she okay?!"

Steve and Nancy stared down horrified at the sight of you lying unconscious, "Help me get her outta here, Harrington, or she's not gonna make it."

Getting you up and out of the Upside Down was easier than Eddie had expected since he had the help of Nancy and Steve. Together, they managed to get you through the gate and Steve helped carry you to his car.

Eddie's heart hadn't stopped racing, his hands trembling and sweating as the engine roared whilst Steve drove. Nancy looked to the backseat where you lay with Eddie crouched over you, hand in yours. He kept yelling over the sound of the engine to drive faster. "We're friends with the Chief of Police hurry the fuck up Harrington!" So, Steve put his foot down.

He doesn't stop talking to you, doesn't stop muttering and murmuring to you. He doesn't know what the hell he's saying to you but he read once that talking to someone is a good way to keep them awake - he didn't know how true that was but he'd try anything.

"Open your pretty eyes for me, (y/n)."

"You hear me? You hear my voice?"

"I'm terrified... Fuck, I'm so scared."

"Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

"I love you. I fucking love you."

The hospital loomed ahead and Steve put his foot down, cutting the red light. Nancy gripped onto her seat. Steve's turns grew harsh and fast and the three of them were nearly launched when he slammed on the breaks, car coming to a squealing stop.

"Help me get her out." Eddie said to Steve.

The car lay abandoned as Steve and Eddie carried you into the hospital. Nancy ran ahead, calling for help loudly and grabbing a stretcher which sat beside reception empty. The next few moments passed in a blur. You were bundled onto the stretcher, Eddie holding your hand, and a few doctors surrounded and huddled trying to figure out what was best to do.

"We need to take her now, sir," one of the doctor's said to Eddie, "you need to let go of her hand."

Eddie wanted to protest, wanted to fight and demand to stay with you but it was Harrington's hands on his shoulders that tugged him away from you and then, the three of them were all alone in reception and you were wheeled away.

Eddie hadn't known true fear until today. Seeing you bleeding and injured and now, stuck in limbo wondering and praying that you'd be okay. It was up to the doctor's now. It was their job to save you. Eddie wasn't religious but in those few tense hours of waiting, he prayed to every god, every saint, every public figure he could think of to pray that you'd be okay and that you'd pull through. Nancy and Steve stayed the whole time, keeping him occupied with small talk and fuelled by coffee.

"Eddie, stop pacing. Come and sit down," Nancy said, patting the seat beside her, "Just try to relax-"

"I can't," he shook his head, curls flying, "I can't rest until I know that she's okay."

"Are you here for (y/n)?" A voice asked from beside them.

Eddie whirled around, nodding wildly, "Yes, is she okay? Is she- Is she...?"

"Who wrapped the belt around her waist to stop the bleeding?" The doctor asked.

Eddie frowned, "It was me." His face dropped, "Did I do something wrong? Oh my god, did I hurt her more?"

The doctor shook his head, patting Eddie's shoulder, "Really nice touch with the belt, kid, that probably saved her life," the doctor said, "she'll be okay."

Eddie wasn't a crier, he couldn't remember the last time he properly broke down and just cried... until now. It was a mixture of relief, happiness, stress and god knows what else but he just broke down. You were okay; you would be okay. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, he had thought it was the doctor offering sympathy, but was rather surprised to see Harrington, "Thank you," he said to the doctor, allowing him to leave. Once the doctor was gone, Steve patted his back, "(y/n)'s okay, you saved her, Munson. You did it."

Eddie couldn't speak. The tears kept flowing and as he sat down, Steve's hand stayed on his shoulder and Nancy's hand found Eddie's arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

You were going to be okay; everything was going to be okay.

[aishangotome]

Ellis Twilight: Chapter 9

Chapter 8

--The next day, after patrolling the city.

I was heading to the casino with Ellis and Jude.

William and the others had found out that the ringmaster of the circus troupe in question occasionally visits the casino, which is one of the gang's bases.

(We will scout nearby and detain and interrogate any suspicious individuals.)

I repeated the day's mission in my mind, filled with tension.

Jude, who was smoking a cigarette a short distance away, sighed in exasperation as he glanced at me.

Jude: What are ya gonna do in that state?

Kate: I'm nervous now, but I'll be fine.

As I put on a brave face, Ellis bent down slightly and offered me some tea.

Ellis: Here you go. Warming up your body will help you calm down.

Kate: Thank you...

The warmth spreading to my fingertips, chilled with nervousness, felt good.

Kate: ...Oh, it's honey tea. Delicious.

Ellis: I'm glad. Feeling a little better?

Kate: ...Yeah, a little.

Ellis: Don't push yourself, Kate.

Even after yesterday's near-confession, Ellis is treating me the way I wanted, "the same as always"... I think.

(But, I can't help but be conscious of it.)

I feel my heart beating a little faster when Ellis is next to me, so I discreetly take one step away.

Ellis: They're probably rough people, so if there's another scary scene, close your eyes.

Kate: Hehe, I can't do that... It's my job to record what you two do.

Ellis: Even if you don't see it, I'll tell you about it later.

Ellis: You're hardworking and wonderful in that way, but... I want you to take better care of yourself.

Kate: Uh... yeah...

(Is this what he meant by "the same as always"...?)

Every time he smoothly says sweet words, my heart can't help but pound.

(No, no, I have to stay focused... so that things don't end up like last time.)

*flashback*

Ellis: They were trying to harm Kate.

Kate: ...

(So, this carnage is...)

(Because I followed them, Ellis...)

Ellis: ...It's okay now, Kate.

*flashback over*

(...So that things don't end up like last time.)

Kate: You too, Ellis, don't push yourself.

The words naturally spilled out as I remembered Ellis standing in a pool of blood.

I know full well that it's his job, his mission, what he has to do.

That's why I wanted to be there for him in the pain and suffering that comes from it.

Ellis: Me? I'll probably be fine, but... thanks.

Kate: Let's eat something delicious after the mission is over!

Ellis: ...Yeah. ...Hehe.

Suddenly, Ellis smiles at me as he looks at me--.

Kate: ...? What?

Ellis: I just got a little excited thinking about which restaurant to take you to.

Kate: .....!

(Does that mean...)

(Going to dinner with me is something Ellis himself is looking forward to.)

Not just for me.

For some reason, I'm so happy about that, my face breaks into a grin.

(Focus... on the mission...)

I hurriedly tighten my loosened mouth.

But Ellis didn't miss my changing expressions.

Ellis: Kate? Is something wrong?

Kate: I'm looking forward to dinner too!

Ellis: I can't wait to go either.

It was when Ellis and I smiled at each other.

???: Ah...

A small scream, and when I turned around--

A little girl had tripped on the stairs and fallen flat on the ground.

(Oh no, this is bad!)

As I instinctively stepped forward, Ellis also approached the girl.

Ellis: Are you okay?

Ellis gently lifted the girl up, but...

Girl: ...Uh...

Tears quickly welled up in the girl's eyes.

(It doesn't seem like her parents are around. Then--)

Kate: That must have hurt. Um, what's your name...?

--A cheerful voice came from above the three of us.

Man with Eyepatch: Well, well, little lady!

Man with Eyepatch: The flowers want to say hello to you!

(Who...!? )

The man with the eyepatch who suddenly appeared clenched his fist tightly, then opened it with a pop, revealing a beautiful flower blooming in his palm.

Kate: ! This is...

Ellis: The magic trick Bill did.

"Flower": Don't cry, lady. I want to see your smile!

The man with the eyepatch spoke in a high-pitched voice, as if squeezing his throat, pretending to be a flower.

Girl: Hic... Flower...

"Flower": If you smile, I feel like I can bloom even more!

Girl: ...Hmm...

As the girl tried to force a smile, small flowers overflowed from the man's palm one after another.

Girl: Wow...!

The girl's eyes, still wet with tears, sparkled.

Then, a woman with a panicked expression came running over.

Panicked Woman: Cathy! I've been looking for you, don't go off on your own!

Cathy: Oh, Mom! Look, look, it's amazing! It's like magic, the flowers...

Cathy's Mother: I'll hear about it later! I'm so sorry for the trouble!

Man with Eyepatch: No, no, not at all.

Ellis: That child might have scraped her knee. Please take care of it.

Cathy's Mother: Huh? Did she fall? Did she cry and cause you trouble!?

Cathy: I didn't cry! That man did flower magic...

(I guess she was really happy about the flower magic trick.)

The mother smiled as if relieved at the girl's excited chatter.

Cathy's Mother: It seems you all helped her... Thank you very much.

Cathy's Mother: Cathy, I'll listen to all your chatter when we get home.

Cathy: Okay!

The girl, now smiling, took her mother's hand, waved to us, and left.

Ellis: Take care.

Seeing the mother and daughter off, I finally let out a sigh of relief.

Kate: I'm glad her mother came to get her.

Ellis: ...Yeah.

The tone of his voice sounded stiff, and I turned around in wonder.

Ellis: ...............

Ellis, who had been smiling at the girl, had turned a calm face and was staring at the man with the eyepatch.

I followed his gaze and looked at the man again.

(That's right. Who is this man who suddenly appeared...?)

He has an unhealthy complexion, but he's tall and well-built.

He has a friendly smile, but his sharp, wolf-like eyes give off an intensity as if he's driven by something.

(Eyepatch... Performer.)

Then I remembered the physical characteristics of the "ringmaster" that Alfons had told me about.

*flashback*

Alfons: It's said that the one who invited her was Jake Grace, the ringmaster himself.

Alfons: From the characteristic scar on his eye, which he got from a wild animal when he was young, it was definitely him.

*flashback over*

(If he was active as a ringmaster 20 years ago, he must be at least in his 30s...? )

The man in front of me looks to be in his 40s.

(Just because he's wearing an eyepatch, I don't know if he has a scar on his eye, but--)

Jude: ................

Jude, who had been watching the scene with a cigarette in his hand, approached.

Jude: Ellis.

Ellis: Yeah.

At that moment, Ellis stood in front of me as if to protect me.

Jude: Hey, do ya know a guy named Jake Grace?

Man with Eyepatch: Oh my, have I been found out! Indeed, I am Jake Grace himself!

Jude: .............

Kate: Huh!?

(He's so openly introducing himself!? )

Even though he's supposed to be involved in the kidnapping case, he's so carefree that I'm taken aback.

Jude, who was supposed to be setting a trap, narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Ellis: I heard a rumor that you're kidnapping the performers. Is it true?

Kate: Ellis?

(If you ask him so directly, he'll be on guard...!)

But, despite my worries, the man shrugged and laughed.

Jake: Kidnapping? Me? Ah hah hah hah!

Jake: No way. It's true that I'm gathering people to reunite the circus. I'm calling out to them, but

Jake: Everyone is just agreeing because they're attracted to the charm of the circus!

(Eh......)

Ellis: ...... I heard that even those who refused your offer have disappeared.

Jake: Disappear? That can't be true. I'm a man of principle, I step aside cleanly when rejected.

Jake: As fellow lovers of the arts, we'll meet again somewhere someday if we live!

Jude and Ellis: ............

(We actually saw a woman who rejected his offer get attacked by a gang.)

There's a big discrepancy between that fact and Jake's statement.

(But, he doesn't look like he's lying...... What's going on?)

Jude: Where are your new circus buddies who accepted your offer?

Jake: They should be at a mansion in the suburbs, polishing their performances without any inconvenience!

Jake: The other day, I saw a child in trouble on the street, so I invited them. They accepted without hesitation.

Jake: Children under 10 years old can easily improve their physical abilities.

Jake: If they can master tightrope walking, they can say goodbye to a life of scavenging for trash on the roadside!

Ellis: Are you the one who guides them to that "mansion in the suburbs"?

Jake: No? The owner of the casino ahead said he would invest in my circus!

Jake: Until the first performance, that person is taking care of them.

Jake: I'm going to meet him today about that.

Jake keeps a cheerful smile on his face.

(This refreshing way of speaking. And, judging by his response to the girl earlier... he doesn't seem like a bad person.)

(If that's the case, then this person might be--)

Ellis: He's being used as an accomplice in the kidnapping, but he doesn't realize it.

Ellis put into words what I wanted to say.

Jake: Hm?

Ellis: I think you're being deceived.

Ellis: Have you met with any of the people you recruited since then?

Jake: They occasionally send me letters. I still have to gather more people, so I haven't been able to go to the mansion.

Ellis: ...... Please check it out properly.

Jake: Alright, alright! I'll check it out. Thanks for your kindness.

(The troupe leader doesn't know anything. That means...)

Jude: We have no choice but ta' catch the leada' of the gang an' investigate directly.

Jude muttered in a low voice, sounding annoyed.

Ellis whispered in the same way.

Ellis: What should we do? Should we pretend to be aspiring members and infiltrate the casino?

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: Because the casino owner this guy is going to meet is either the leader of the kidnapping or a liaison, right?

Ellis: I think it's an opportunity.

(Indeed... that might be the quickest way to contact the kidnapper...?)

If we can condemn the leader here and cut off the source, the kidnapping case will be solved.

We can also track down the victims, and the mission will be completed in one fell swoop.

(But...)

Kate: Ellis and Jude, who are resented by the gang and whose faces are known...

Kate: Won't you be kicked out of the casino before you can meet the owner...?

Ellis: Can't we just hide our faces?

Jude: Our voices will give us away.

Ellis: Can't we just keep quiet?

Kate: ...... Indeed...?

(Huh? Could it be that we can infiltrate...?)

Jude: ............

Ellis: .............

Jude and Ellis exchanged glances silently.

I held my breath and watched them, and after a long silence, Jude clicked his tongue.

(This probably means, "It's a pain, but let's do it," right?)

He glanced at Ellis, and Ellis nodded as if to say, "That's right."

Jake: I feel a little lonely being left out of the conversation, so I'll excuse myself.

Jake: I'm not offended. As I said, I have an appointment to meet someone at the casino!

Ellis: Ah, wait a minute.

Jake: Hm? What's wrong?

Ellis: Won't you let us join your circus too?

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Chapter 10

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[azzyydoll]

THE BATHHOUSE

JEFF THE KILLER X FEM! READER

Inspired by the game "The Bathhouse" by Chilla's Art.

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" Here you go, ma'am!" I said while handing a white towel to a woman who looked like she was in her 50's and sweetly smiled.

"Thank you, hun." She smiled back at me before walking away.

I work at an old bathhouse, one that was built in 1990. I turned on the speaker I brought from home and began to play "Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez.

I was about to sit down when a man came in. "Hello!" I beamed and gave him a sweet smile.

I could hear the smirk in the man's deep voice that was muffled by the black mask he wore.

"Hey there. How's a pretty girl like you doin' on this fine night." the man said and I nervously giggled.

"Oh, no need to flatter. I'm just working."

"Just working, huh?" The man asks and I slowly nod.

"Yes.." I say and hand the man a towel as he looks into my eyes and chuckles.

"You the only one workin' here?" He asks and I let out a 'mhm' and lean onto the counter with a sweet smile.

The man hums and stares at me for a few more seconds before walking away.

"That was..something." I giggle a bit and sit down to scroll through Tumblr.

TIME SKIP

It was closing time and everybody left except for that man from earlier.

"Ugh, I have to go get him." I whine and go to the males side of the bathhouse and begin to walk around.

"Hello! Sir? You can't stay here!" I shout walking around listening for any signs of the man.

"Hello?" I shout one more time before sighing and just standing there like a deer in headlights.

I walk towards the sauna and enter it, leaving the door wide open.

"Doesn't look like he's in here." I mumbled and before I even get to turn around, I'm suddenly grabbed from behind and being carried away from the sauna.

I scream and kick trying to get out of the person's grasp. Tears scream down my face as I hear the person chuckle.

Oh my God.

It's that guy.

It's that guy I was talking to at the counter!

But he seemed so chill at first?! Why is he doing this?

I feel myself be put into the backseat of a car and I began to sob and kick as the man ties me up.

"Ha. Your mine now, pretty." The man chuckles and puts tape over my mouth as I squirm and cry while shaking my head.

The man shuts the door of the backseat before entering the driver's seat and shutting the door.

He starts the car and drives away as I sob harder.

The man rips off his mask and looks at me through the rear view mirror.

I can see his face and it's horrifying.

Tears stream down my face as he chuckles and fixes his eyes on the road.

"Your gonna have to get use to me, doll." He begins and I shake my head and let out a muffled 'not.

"Cause your gonna be seeing this face for a while." He cackles as I begin to cry harder than I was before.

I have to escape him.

I will escape him.

PART 2 COMING SOON

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[witchblood-if]

How would the ROs react if they enter MC store only a angry customer berating the MC who looks like there in the verge of tears 

Godammit, this was a monster, Anon. It's ... long. Some didn't turn out very well but I am sure the thirsty red-flag readers are gonna love this one.

TW: rude customers? a lot of cursing, especially in the first one

Hugs and kisses

-Carter

Faith: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Faith stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying her.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

"Hey, hey, hey pal! What's going on here?"

You could see from the furrowed brows and set mouth on her face that Faith was, in simple terms, pissed.

"What's going on you ask? This incompetent would-be magician sold me a faulty piece of 'magic' and I'm demanding a refund!"

While the customer was still screaming Faith squeezed herself between the counter and the very angry guy, shielding you.

She squares her shoulders and speaks.

"You know what I'm thinking? I think you're an embarrassing limp-dicked douchebag who doesn't have any right to be such a bitch. Probably didn't know how to properly use the stuff, idiot, because it sure as hell wasn't faulty. Now run home, before I make you take a bite out of the counter!"

The customer becomes pale, red-faced, and then pale again while slowly backing towards the door.

"This isn't over yet!"

"Oh go eat a bag of dicks, jerk." Faith replies with an eye roll.

The door slams shut so hard that the bottles on the shelf next to it rattle.

"What if he comes back?" you ask, wiping a stray tear from your cheekbone.

"Don't worry, he won't" Faith says with a grin. "Now, what do you wanna eat for lunch? Pizza or burgers?"

Isaac: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Isaac stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying him.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

"You sure seem angry, my friend!" Isaac says, getting close to the angry customer and putting a firm hand on his shoulder. Isaac smiles but you can see the strain of trying to remain calm in his eyes. "What seems to be the problem?"

"What's the problem, you ask? This incompetent would-be magician sold me a faulty piece of 'magic' and I'm demanding a refund!"

"Look, even if you happened to have experienced the unfortunate rare faulty spell, there is no reason to get rude. Now, MC. I am sure there's a simple solution here?"

Sniffeling, but nonetheless glad the customer ceased screaming at you, you answer "Of course I ... I could maybe issue a gift card for the full price? Or give you a replacement?"

The man still seemed kind of flustered but leagues calmer than just moments before.

"Nah I don't ... It's fine. I'll just ... take another one."

Wiping away a stray tear you quickly ring up the order while Isaac stands close to you, not taking his eyes off the customer.

"Right, thanks. Um ... Bye." The man shuffles out the door and you think he might have realized he overreacted.

Isaac rounds the counter, stopping right before you, eyes trained on your puffy face. With a gentle sigh, he takes your hand in his.

"Are you ok?"

You sniffle one last time.

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks for de-escalating."

"Don't mention it, really."

Eli: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Eli stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

You could see that the longer the man is screaming the more conflicted Eli seems to become. You know they aren't really one for open confrontation but they also couldn't not do anything.

"... and that's why I want my money back! No replacement, no gift card, cash! You hear me?"

Teary-eyed you focus on the customer in front of you and the thoughtlessly discarded gift card on the floor again but before you could say a word Eli pushed forward, towering in front of the man.

"Sorry, dude, that's against store policy," Eli says calmly. You see the man blanching at the sole sight of the broad-shouldered person looking down on them with a neutral expression. "... so I suggest you take the damn gift card. Or don't. I don't care. Just scram."

"Right ... uh ..." The man bows down, snatches up the gift card, and stumbles backward towards the door, almost pushing over a low shelf by accident before disappearing out into the street.

"Twat." Eli mumbles while watching the man almost fall down the curb outside before turning to you again. "You should ban him from the store. I'm sure you got a magicy ... whatever for that, right?"

You shoot a watery smile at them, eyes still a little puffy.

"Yeah, I do."

Mezilkree: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Mezilkree stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

You're glad you threw a glance at Mezilkree when they entered because right now their mouth is opening to a deranged grin, sharp long teeth on full display and they move towards the still-raging customer.

As subtle as you can you try to mouth a hurried "Don't!" towards the mushroom and shake your head as hard as you dare without the man in front of you noticing but Mezilkree just winks at you while continuing their sneak attack.

Just when they're right behind the customer they open their mouth wide and Snap! before you can intervene.

The man exclaims a loud "What the fuck!?" while turning towards Mezilkree, who in turn snaps at him again, this time closer to the man's ear.

"Fuck!" the man screams, hauling ass as fast as he can towards the front door while Mezilkree starts barking? He almost trips over a decorative vase you have displayed before the door finally closes behind him with a gentle jingle.

The tears on your face aren't from this horrible interaction anymore, but rather from holding back a laugh while the Mushroom turns to you, a much more relaxed grin on their face.

"Did you just ... bark at a customer? Why?" you almost giggle.

"Don't know," they reply "seemed funny."

From one of the pouches on their belt, they pull a black twisted stick, take a bite and hold it towards you.

"Licorice?"

Levan: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Levan stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

Peeking around the man in front of the counter you can see Levan stopping. Behind their ridiculously large sunglasses, you notice their furrowed brows and the sneer on their face while regarding the enraged customer.

Pulling their phone out of their pocket you see them fake-dial and holding the display up to their face.

They begin talking and at first, you can't hear them over the agitated insults of the customer, but they get louder until they fully drown out the man in front of the counter, who turns to shoot an irritated look towards Levan.

"... and you know what I can't stand? Entitled pricks screaming at poor salespeople because they are frustrated since their wives ran off with their better-looking co-worker Carl? Huh? Yeah, you know the type, cargo shorts and polo shirts in the ugliest shade of brown you could imagine ..."

The customer's mouth goes slack as they stare at Levan. It's obvious Levan is talking about him and because you know Levan's abilities very well you assume they hit the nail on the head with the comment about Carl the co-worker.

" -what? A dismemberment curse? My, what a thought... But actually, you're right. They'd deserve it ... if they don't immediately leave the store they were just verbally assaulting staff in..."

They never took their eyes off the man, who stopped screaming at you and was now slowly backing out of the store, mumbling "Okay, 'm sorry, please don't curse me!"

Levan only lifts an eyebrow before turning to you.

"Didn't know you also serve jerks in your shop."

Sliding their phone back into their pocket they close the distance between you and gently wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

"Don't worry. If he ever comes back I am totally making true to that curse promise."

???: From the corner of your teary eye you notice ??? stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them. They don't usually visit you and now is really not the best time.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

Before the man could continue his insults, ??? slides in front of them, leaning casually on the counter between you. The man must feel the strange electric charge of the air around ??? too, because he immediately stopped speaking.

A disarming smile and a dangerous glint in their eye ??? regards the man.

"Hi."

"Hey?" the man replies confused.

??? only tilts their head a little to the side before continuing.

"It seems to me that you are of the idea that you could just step into this fine store and scream at someone even though they did nothing wrong."

"Uh the ... the thing ... I bought it last week? It didn't-"

Within a fraction of a second ??? got so close to the man's face that their noses were almost touching. Their voice is close to a growl as they speak.

"Who gave you little worm permission to speak? Hm?"

The man actually lets out a startled whimper.

"Now, I want you to leave this store and never taint the doorstep with your disgusting presence again."

??? raises a hand to grip the man's jaw tight, raising their eyebrows while the man continues to whine.

"Understood?"

The man, hurling insults at you just a minute before, nods frantically, eyes almost bulging out of his head.

??? releases the man with a slight shove, mumbling a dispassionate "Good." while the man scrambles out the front door.

You wipe a stray tear from your cheek, eyes still a little puffed.

"That wasn't necessary," you whisper.

Turning their face to you, ??? replies.

"Oh, I think it was absolutely necessary, darling."

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 10

Meanwhile, Inside the Hotel, at the Same...

Kaylo was carrying a small pineapple desert called the "Ka Lā Paradise" up to Ka Lā's office. Her mom told her that it was her favorite desert, and that she was a bit concerned that her friend wasn't celebrating down at the desert bar with them. "I'm sure it's alright! But Ka Lā had a lot on her plate right now, like making sure everything is set up for that publicity stunt." Stefan said, hoping to keep his wife calm.

Back with Kaylo, she had been ascending upwards all the way up until she reached Ka Lā's office, but just before she reached the door, she stopped as she heard Ka Lā on the phone...and she seemed surprisingly angry. She couldn't hear much, but she caught snatches of the angry voice. "What do you MEAN they're wandering the jungle!! They can't see what else is here!! Ugh, look, just deal with it. We still have to prepare. And...maybe now would be a good time to test out the new "product"..."

Kaylo was confused. What on earth was she talking about? What product were they testing? And who was in the jungle? Deciding that she had been standing there enough, she gave a gentle knock on the door. She could hear the phone quickly being slammed down, as she heard a gentle, but eccentric "Come In!". Kaylo slowly walked in to see Ka Lā's office. The tropical plants and Flora highlighted by the colorful lights illuminating the room. "Ah! Kaylo! What a surprise to see you!" Ka Lā' said, seemingly dropping her anger.

"U-Uh...Good evening Ka Lā. Is everything alright?" She asked, the desert plate she was holding shaking in her hands. "Now Hibiscus, why would you ask that? Everything is fine." Ka Lā said, a smile on her face "W-Well...it's just that...I overheard you screaming on the phone about something." She said. Kaylo almost didn't catch it, but she could almost see Ka Lā tense up when she mentioned her episode on the phone...

Uh Oh...

That's when Ka Lā then relaxed and gave a easy-going dismissal wave "Oh...It was just some of my employees trying to...wrangle some of the more dangerous wildlife on the island. I'll be honest, it gets very stressful trying to run things on a deserted island, and given how The grand opening is only days away, I must make sure that your mom's publicity stunt goes off without a hitch, otherwise I'll be a laughingstock..." she admitted, letting out a deep sigh of stress.

Kaylo felt pity on her. Here her mom's friend was staying on the island while she prepared for the biggest opening ever seen...and poor Ka Lā didn't have much time. For her, her entire life's work was on the line for the opening of this colossal hotel. She sat the plate with the desert down on Ka Lā's table. "It'll be alright Miss Ka Lā. The opening day will arrive, and my mom is gonna blow everyone away, and everyone is gonna love The Perfect Getaway..." she reassured, a kind smile on her face.

Ka Lā smiled back at the pink haired girl, before she took notice at the time. "Oh would you look at that! My mom is probably looking for me. See you in the morning Miss Ka Lā!" Kaylo said as she made her way out of the office, and gently closed the door. Ka Lā's gentle grin then dropped as she scooted the cake over to a nearby trashcan with a pen "Stupid sugar filled confection..." she muttered, just before a nearby Tiki Head's mouth opened up, and two men in black clothing stepped out...with a dazed out Sana and Eis strapped out to rolling dollies.

"We got em." One of them said as Ka Lā rolled her eyes "It's about time. Get them ready. We'll see how well this stuff works in the morning." She said as she walked towards a nearby Hibiscus bush...and pulled out two Grey and slightly twitching pills. She gave a twisted smile as she slowly sauntered over to the unaware and unable to do anything Sana and Eis.

"Now...Open Wide..."

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Her Song part 34

There's a soft, steady beeping. It's driving me crazy. My mouth is dry. My muscles are sore. It's way too bright. I just want to go back to sleep. I groan, blinking slowly until my eyes adjust to the light.

"Y/N? Hey! Hey, you're up! How are you feeling? Wait, don't talk! Your throat needs to heal. God, I was so worried. I thought- well, you know. Do you remember what happened? Don't talk! Just nod," Florence rambles. I nod, signaling that I do in fact remember everything that happened.

A crazy stalker slit my throat and then we killed him.

"Um, I'll let the doctor know you're awake." She begins to stand up, but I stop her with my hand on her arm.

"Sydney?"

"She's still with Ash. She's safe, I promise. We haven't told her what happened; we wanted to see how you would wanna approach it. Oh, it's been about 14 hours by the way. You've been asleep for most of it. Which is good! You need your rest!"

"Flo, what's wrong?"

"You're not supposed to be talking." I give her a pointed look and she caves. "I almost lost you, and it was fucking terrifying. I just need a minute, that's all."

I don't know what to say, so I just hold her hand. A few minutes pass and I squeeze her hand, sliding over on the hospital bed. "Come here," I whisper.

"Darling, you need to rest."

"I don't care, I'll rest better with you next to me. Just come here." She gives in and gently gets in the bed next to me, laying stiff like she's afraid to touch me. "Flo, relax. You're not gonna hurt me." She puts her arm around me and I lay my head on her chest, tangling our legs together because why is it so cold in this damn hospital room?

I don't know how I'm going to explain any of this to Syd. I don't know where JJ is. I don't know if there's going to be a trial for Ben's death. I don't know anything, except that I fucking love this woman with every piece of me, and I don't ever want to let her go.

~

"I feel fine. Can I please just go home?" I ask the doctor. "I feel like I've been in here forever."

"It's been three days," he deadpans. "And yes, you can go home today. You just have to take it slow, okay? I'll get a nurse started on your release forms."

I dramatically whisper thank god before swinging my body off the hospital bed. I untie this stupid hospital gown and Flo hurries to close the door so the entire hospital doesn't see me in my underwear. I toss the gown at her as I rifle through my duffel bag, looking for some sweatpants. I pull them on and realize Flo is staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," she says, blushing slightly.

I click my tongue at her. "You're like a teenage boy. They're boobs, Florence. You can touch later." Her mouth bobs open and closed as she searches for the right words. "And you can do that later too. Right now I just wanna see my daughter."

~

"Momma! I'm home!" Syd yells as she enters the apartment. I already explained everything to Ash, so now I just have to figure out how to tell Syd why there's a huge bandage on mommy's throat.

"Hey baby," I greet, kneeling down to meet her in a hug.

"Momma, what happened to your throat?" she frowns.

"Well...um, this really bad person tried to hurt me, but he didn't win, and we don't have to worry about him anymore."

"Oh...Was it my dad?" she whispers, catching me off guard. I make eye contact with Flo, then Ash.

"No, it wasn't your dad, but he knew your dad. What are you feeling right now, Syd?"

"I don't know. Does it hurt?"

"A little. But I'm okay. It's okay for things to hurt sometimes. And it's okay to cry, to admit that it hurts. It's just part of being human." She nods, hugging me again.

"Je t'aime, Momma."

"I love you too, baby. Now, let's eat some ice cream for dinner because mommy hasn't gotten groceries in three weeks."

"Yay!" she screams, running to the kitchen.

"Yeah, yay," I repeat. "God, I'm bad at parenting."

"No, you're really not," Flo says from being me. "Hell, I don't know how you handled that so well."

I shrug. "It's just a matter of being honest. She's five, not stupid. After the shit we've been through together, the least she deserves is the truth."

"Then let's tell her," Flo says, and I immediately know she's talking about our relationship.

"A lot has happened. Not tonight, but soon, okay?" She nods and winks, kissing my cheek before joining Syd in the kitchen.

"I'm still pissed at you for not telling me about the whole psycho-stalker thing," Ash states grumpily. I roll my eyes and pull her into a hug.

"Thank you for taking care of Syd."

"You're welcome, honey. Just take care of yourself, okay? And go get some of that ass," she whispers, gesturing wildly at Florence.

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately."