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iwanty0uu · 2 years ago

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“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt5…

He maneuvered you through the walk way and turned on the lights, as ‘All Mine ‘ began to play through the small JBL speaker resting on his bed along with a basket full of his hoodies, candy, skin care things, and flowers. He then brought out a huge target bag and gave it to you, smiling showing his pearly whites. Grills still in, mustache only a bit longer than usual made him look extra fine. “AWWWWW CON CONNN HOW SWEET OF YOU!” you practically screamed nearly dropping the bag, hugging him. Lifting you up laughing, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he placed you on the bed. “Boy fuck no I’m not laying in your bed in my outside clothes” “You’re ridiculous y/n” he sighed watching you strip, sliding off your biker shorts and folding them, and stuffing them into the portion of your bag made for dirty clothes.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Sitting criss cross apple sauce while he leaned on his dresser, licking his lips at the imprint of your pussy through your underwear. Such a pervert. A long purple heavy item was pulled out of the bag, you seen a plush white fabric on the other side, and to your surprise, it was the weighted blanket that you had been eyeing in target but was sold out when you went to buy it. “Thank you so much boo!! I literally love your whole soulll” you said wrapping the blanket around yourself. You went through the whole basket, saying thank you every time you found something new, showering him with words of affirmation and compliments. “I’m gonna go use this in the shower” you said taking the face masks and shower gel your almost-boyfriend got you. He couldn’t help but spoil you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It was his love language and he did it because he loved you. He was in love with you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it, but he was afraid that he would fuck up the one thing that he cherished in his life. So Sasha helped him write a letter and made it look all Shakespeare-ish. Dipping it in coffee, leaving it to dry, tearing and burning it a little, he was so pleased with how it looked but didn’t want to see your reaction to it in fear of rejection. You left the steam filled shower all clean and lathered up in some nice Aveeno lotion ,hair neatly tied in a head-tie alone after removing your bonnet. “Ima shower too” He said quickly grabbing a towel and leaving the note on the bed. “what’s thi-“ the door shut before you could answer. “rude ass” the note was flipped over, a curious smile grew on your face, intrigued by the old style love letter. You read it, all of it, it was so heart warming that you couldn’t help the tears that fell onto your face.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You didn’t know that he felt that way about you, it felt so good to be loved, and needed and cared for. His shower abruptly stopped as you knocked on the door. Hurrying to dry off, he opened the the door, met with a hug. “Connie I’m in love with you too, and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself without you”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ‘Let Me Break Your Heart Again’ by Laufy played on the speakers now.. great timing.

Relief hit Connie as tears brimmed his eyes, he was a thug but thugs cry too.. that was the most gangster thing Connie could have ever done in his life, and it was being vulnerable, vulnerable enough to admit how restless he was every night you were upset at him, every night that you didn’t warm the side of his bed the way you did during sleep overs.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The depths of despair dragged Connie into it’s grasp and forced him to stay there until he figured out why he felt so depressed without you. But it so happened to be the reason in itself.. he was without you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

A passionate kiss filled both of your lips. You wiped his tears away and wiped your own, wet eyelashes looked up at him as you pulled away from him. You both smiled in relief as you smooched his lips. “Baby you got abs? Yea you gettin some tonight” you said before ripping the towel off his abdomen, revealing his pretty pink dick.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It was perfect, and you didn’t know how you were going to take it all in but it didn’t matter because that bitch had no choice but to fit. He lifted you while squeezing your ass, sliding the basket on to the floor, laying you back on the bed. He reached over to his bedside table and picked up the purple condoms you bought for him as a joke that he had saved just for a moment like this and slipped it on himself.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He deepened the kiss again, untying your robe and throwing it on the floor along side the rest of the organized chaos. “Connie I need you so bad right now” you said, rubbing the small melanated bunch of nerves in between your legs. “Let me do that for you mama” he said, sliding his fingers inside you, “ah” you sighed. You missed the feeling of him pumping inside you like this, walls clenching around his fingers , you smiled as he let them enter your mouth,licking up your own juices made you almost cum right there. His hood lined up perfectly with your entrance, like his cock was made to fit your pretty cunt. He thrusted deeply “Ouue fuck connnn” you moaned, wrapping both legs and arms around him, lapping at his neck like it was candy, everything about him tasted sweet, He thrusted into your pussy slowly at first so you could adjust to his length, then his strokes got rough and aggressive.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He hit your cervix with every stroke which made you go feral. Lewd slaps and squelches filled the the nearly silent room. “Fuckk this pussy Connieee”, no longer feeling his throbbing dick inside of you, you whined at the emptiness “turn around for me lovey” he whispered in your ear while you turned yourself over, he placed a pillow under your stomach and grabbed a hold of your hips, inserting his cock right where it belonged, he started back his rough pace, slapping your ass as you grabbed the sheets “fuck back” his voice stern, “fuckkk yes baby im-“ He moaned out, grunts occasionally leaving his mouth, flowing into your ears, filling the room, his words seeped through your skin, his touch was intoxicating, you were addicted to his hands and the way your body molded into him perfectly, thinking about his cock digging into the back of your pretty pussy was enough to send you over the edge.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

An orgasm blossomed inside of you, leaving thick trails of your cum on connie’s shaft, “Im cumminggggg” you whispered halfway through pleasure, his thrusts became sloppy and more like jabs, his hips staggered as you felt his them lock in place, his dick twitched inside of you “fuckk baby this pussy so tight” you felt the release of sperm into the condom inside of you, “And who’s is it baby?” he asked grabbing your neck gently kissing your cheek waiting for an answer “ all yours papa” you replied as he smirked at the rightful answer, his lips touched yours, causing you both to fall into a deep kiss that felt like it lasted forever. He left pecks all over your neck and cheeks, feeling that familiar shyness from months ago, you giggled and hid your face into his neck, covering your exposed breasts that were filled with hickeys. “Girl what you tryna hide? Like you didn’t just tell me that this pussy was mine while i was digging you out” he laughed mocking you “Nigga ill never fuck you again stop” you cheesed hiding your eyes while Connie snuck a kiss on your clit before disposing the condom, wiping himself off, then you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Now mostly clothed with connie’s shirt and your pajama shorts, and connie in some sweat pants, you both laid in bed cuddled up, lights off, mess on the floor left for tomorrow. ”That dick was excellent” you said dapping him up “I’m glad you liked it girl” he said kissing you. “Damn you love these lips” - “Which ones?” you playfully shoved him and giggled “You’re officially my boyfriend Connie” you said “But keep this between us, nobody knows what we do but they know that you’re mine.. i like my privacy.. keep these hoes wondering” he nodded and smiled at your remark, cuddling up closer to you, while you shifted some of your attention to the TV which was playing ‘The Craft’, and then back to him. He turned your head to face him fully, looking into those big brown eyes that got him here, he finally answered ,“Yea baby i like the sound of that”….

+*:ꔫ:*﹤ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

*also the video of you and sasha on the slingshot went viral on tik tok which made you gain hella followers that you would be shocked to see in the morning.*

That’s all folks! They’re relationship is the cutest and i hope yall ate good after getting this five parter! If you couldn’t tell, i really fuck wit purple but Lele loves all her babies~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ<3

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roadyblr · 1 month ago

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okay.. I’m so sorry for not saying anything for lil forever but I’m BACK!! I’m back. and.. DONT BE MAD. AND DONT TELL ANYONE.. but I like &TEAM better now

LE GASPPP

“who said that…” me. IM SORRYYYYYY IM SORRYYY.. but I promise. I PROMISE. I got scared when I saw the theme change (it EATS) and I scrolled down and when I tell you I SCREAMED.

(I think my parents think I’m going insane..)

IM SO HYPEDDD ARGHHHHH (&TEAM HAS A NEW COMEBACK IN APRIL TOO AHHHHHH)

let me tell you.. the change I have gone through.. Jo is my #1 of all… no more Lee know.. no more yechan on top.. JO. I mean…. LOOK AT HIM. deer hunter is his ERAAAA!!! he served absolute C*** UGHHHHH

OMGGGG HES SO FINEEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(I’m so sorry for yapping and putting a whole ahh photo collection…)

HES JUST SO FREAKING FINEEEEE!!!!!!!! I’m tweaking. my board of him went from 100 to 4000 REAL FAST.

(I already got an album of his face AND I GOT HIS PHOTOCARD. FIRST TRY!!! ARE YOU PROUD OF ME???)

I have too much energy right now AHH🤭🫣😫🫢😉😏😣😔

okay thanks for letting me YAP

(please don’t be afraid to yap back we haven’t chatted in TOO LONGGG!! and I love when you yap😋)

☺️💗😘😝😊🤭

love ya!!

adding a break because word vomit but i'm hoping tumblr takes pity on me does a show more because if not aaahhhhhhhhh 🧍🧍🧍good luck whoever wants to read me talking about the theme for ages and also mentions of groups outside of xikers if that bothers you (i'm sorry 🙏)

tumblr user roadyblr when redsunvibes comes back only to tell them she's into another group

BETRAYAL‼️ ON THIS, THE EVE OF A XIKERS COMEBACK AND MY (AND SUMIN'S) BIRTHDAY (all three are weeks off i'm just dramatic)

lee know and yechan left out in the COLD, in the ALLEY (so wild that lee know is my bff's ult and yechan is my second ult and here you are 🫵🫵🫵 traitor)

i know absolutely nothing about &team (we'll get there, taking things in order)

✨theme talk/ad break✨ i'm taking like, a stab in the dark at the colors because i usually make it match the albums (started this blog like right before trial and error so i had like a good week of light blue & yellow before everything was GREY and BLACK and then watch out had... some color colors that worked on the album and not so much for my theme because that was a RED red and BLUE blue like tumblr font color blue doesn't match how BLUE that was you don't understand [you probably do]) so i kinda color picked from their new banner (to... a degree, because wherever you color dropped on that you're going to get a different tone so like choices had to be made) and then tried to find something complimentary to go along from the teaser image it actually worked out because i haven't changed the actual blog color since how to play because while grey would've worked it was depressing me and again watch out had such a RED red and BLUE blue that it hurt my eyes in a different way

usually there's a white space between the colors—like color, white, color, black—but that was when they did two versions, which they didn't do for watch out, they did three and i know kq they're gonna do three again (which is like... FINE, that's signed album chances, even though i sense Seeun in my signed albums pulls and if not that's rude i've had a Seeun signed album in every era) glad we're still in silent hill according to the teaser poster, those who were around for me reblogging my xikers/sh edits say nothing unless it's nice >: 3 that was like two of my worlds colliding

does this mean it might change when the actual album colors are revealed.... xikers don't hurt me like that 🌀🌀🌀🌀 you wanna keep these colors so bad-YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CHANGE IT WE'RE SO CLOSE TO MY FAVORITE COLORS❗

did anyone need the breakdown of how i choose the colors for all of this no, am i still talking yes

&TEAM TALK and by &team talk it's me reiterating i know next to nothing 🙃🙃 in that that i know A. That they're named &team (slay) B. that i went on kprofiles and was like "oh i know these names" because they've come to me organically (read: came up on twt) and most importantly C. that XLOV covered deer hunter and YES I DID HAVE TO GO MAKE SURE THAT IT WAS &TEAM THAT DID DEER HUNTER because i was 100% convinced i was gonna be talking out my ass and say that with my whole chest and be proven WRONG (it's happened before)

which side tangent XLOV?? XLOV WUMUTI??? (credit: yeol__fox on twt yes i did sift through all my twt posts/likes for the past 3 weeks to find this)

MOTHER?? THE MOTHER??? SHE??? that's my wife- i need a minute... AND RUI? THIS PIC OF RUI? (credit: xlov_on1y on twt)

yea.... *deep breath* y e a "this is my wife beomgyu, and my wife wumuti, and our shared son yechan" and that's about as insane as i'll go on this account because i'm v chill and normal- (technically it goes beomgyu, yechan, wumuti because i feel like collecting—using that term loosely—for wumuti would drive me up a large wall and into a financial hole)

but back to &team!! and jo, a few of these pics if i scroll past too fast he gives enhypen niki but like baby niki you feel? my infant son (my history with enhypen is being there at debut and then forgetting them until dark blood and then sayign "i have to lock in" don't look at me 2020 was a weird year i don't remember it)

I'M ALSO SO HAPPY YOU GOT YOUR BIAS IN A PULL??? THAT LUCK EXISTS IN DREAMS (my dreams, specifically, as beomgyu is sometimes fucking allergic to me, which is rude, to me, who has to deal with member economy)

but yea 100% if you wanna come yell in my main inbox about &team feel free too!! i like learning about groups people are into even if i know zilch and nada about them, like come give me songs you recommend :3

also speaking of my main i get my xikers winter house card packs today so if you, redsunvibes, see me screaming on main in the next 24 hours, that's the reason

#roadyblr blorb #almost wrote “ao3 user” i would've had to die #YOU ASKED FOR YAPPING YOU GET YAPPING I AIM TO PLEASE (this is not the worst i could be)#xikers comeback close to my (and sumin's birthday) this is great i'm thriving #this is like last year when txt came back the week of my day i was like damn i am loved #also can i guarantee you that i'll get into &team no but i can guarantee you that i enjoy watching people ramble #tmi my friend made me anxious so im taking out all the rambling on you (and whoevers reading) im sdfgjsdlfgs #“admin why do you keep putting info in ()” its the demons that's extra bits #my laptop literally almost died trying to answer this that's how long i've been (distracted) typing #like it wasn't at full charge but damn

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kingluffy5 · 10 months ago

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Playing Detectives Pt 8 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

Finally realizing who the monster truly is, Wednesday and Y/N have to finally end this case once and for all, but after learning his fate is to die by the Hyde’s hands, will Y/N be able to make it out of this final confrontation alive.

I still find it hard to believe, Tyler, really, Tyler is the Hyde. Wednesday found out when she went to go tell him they can’t be a thing but he kissed her and she had a vision. She saw him murder Kinbott, and others. But I can’t believe it’s been him, all along, him. He’s the one who attacked Eugene, Wednesday, Enid, me. God, he’s the one who’s destined to kill me, at least I know I’m safe, no way Tyler’s going to be the one to kill me. But despite the very little threat that he poses to me he still needs to be stopped. Which is what we’re up to now.

Wednesday’s plan is to lure Tyler to a safe quiet place for us to ask him a few questions. While they talk about how he’s totally the Hyde me and the nightshades walk up behind him. I have to say these people are a lot less annoying and useless when they just let me and Wednesday tell them what to do, with some minor suggestions from Bianca.

Bianca uses her siren song to get Tyler in a trance so we can bring him to Xavier’s art shed.

We walk him up after chaining him to a chair.

“Welcome back.” Wednesday greets.

“Where the hell am I?”

“Somewhere where no one can hear your screams.” I reply.

“What’s with the chains?” He asks.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Wednesday tells him.

“Wednesday this is crazy, I’m a normie.”

“That’s only half true. Do you recognize her?” Wends says pointing to a woman in the picture of the Nevermore Fencing Team from a while back. “Perhaps if I hadn’t been so distracted by my own mother hogging this photo, I would’ve noticed yours sooner.”

“Your father fell in love and married an outcast.” I explained to him.

“Fine, my mom was an outcast that doesn’t make me a monster.”

“According to her personal medical records-“

“You stole her medical records?”

“Technically, Thing did. He took them from your garage, your father’s quite the pack rat. Her postpartum depression triggered her condition.”

“My mom had severe bipolar disorder.”

“We all know that’s a lie. She was a Hyde. And your father has been living his life in dread, never really quite sure whether or not she passed her condition on to you.”

“Are you really all just gonna stand there and let them do this to me?” He asked the nightshades.

“I mean, he is our relative.” Gwen said.

“Uh guys? Enid just texted. Thornhill’s suspicious. How much longer until he morphs into that thing?” Ajax asked.

“I’m not the monster.” Tyler insisted.

“You are. I saw it in a vision at the Weathervane.”

“Wait, you’re basing all this off some vision you had after we kissed? I mean is that something you can trust?”

“Hey her visions have never failed us before. By the way super weird that you just randomly kiss my girlfriend after she walks in.” I insult him before my eyes go wide and Wednesday face palms and looks like she’s going to torture me next when we realize what I just said in front of all these people.

“I am so sorry.” I apologize to her before everyone starts freaking out.

“I knew it!” Jason yelled.

“So he really isn’t aroace?” Jack says

“Good job brother.” Jason says again.

“Really?” Jack asks.

“Good job cousin, you got yourself a ten.” Gwen congratulates.

“We’re happy for you two, really, but what are you doing, Wednesday?” Bianca asks as Wends grabs one of her torture devices.

“Just some light torture, don’t worry, I won’t leave a mark.”

“Wednesday, Y/N, hold on.” Bianca says trying to calm us down.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Tyler asks nervously as Wednesday picks up one of her torture devices.

“There’s only one thing a Hyde understands, pain.” She says before going up and electrocuting Tyler.

Everyone starts shouting and they all start to leave. “Y/N, Wednesday, I did not sign up for this. Let’s go to Weems and explain everything.”

“Weems won’t help.” Wednesday says.

“And Tyler here is always one step ahead of his father.” I explain.

“Then you two are on your own.” Bianca says before leaving.

“No, don’t leave me here please.” Tyler begs before we start torturing him again.

— — —

After a while of torture we get back to the questions.

“What is Kinbott, or should I say Laurel Gates, using you for?” Wednesday asks him.

“Wednesday, please.”

“Tyler, the body parts in the basement of the Gates mansion, what was she collecting them for?” I ask.

“Please, I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” He asks again.

Suddenly we hear police sirens pull up and right when Wends is about to test Tyler’s reflexes with a hammer the Sheriff bursts in with several other cops all with their guns pulled out yelling at us to freeze and stuff.

— — —

After being taken in for questioning Weems and the Sheriff walk in.

“Sheriff Galpin isn’t pressing kidnapping charges. Which is a miracle given the circumstances.”

“Of course not.” Wednesday interrupts. “How long have you known?” She asks the Sheriff.

“Excuse me?” He says.

“When we gave you that claw from the cave, did you already know the truth?” I ask.

“Wednesday, Y/N, that’s enough.” Weems tells us.

“Xavier Thorpe is our Hyde. We’ve got evidence thanks to you. That’s why I’m giving you two one last pass.” He tells us.

“Tyler’s going to turn on you too.” Wednesday tells him before Weems pulls us out of the room.

“W-Wednesday wait.” Tyler calls out to her.

“Tyler! No, no, what are you doing?” The Sheriff asks him.

“I need to talk to her dad, him too.” He says pointing to me, much to my surprise. “They were my friends.” Okay, that’s little much, I honestly considered us more of acquaintances at best. “We’re in a police station. What’s gonna happen?”

The Sheriff looks at us before telling him to make it quick.

“What do you want?” Wednesday asks him as he walks up to us.

“To ask a question. What does it feel like?” He asks.

“What does what feel like?” I ask him annoyed.

“To lose.” He says. That son of a bitch is the Hyde. Wow. Okay this dude needs to be on the other end of one of my swords, well I guess he has already, but he wasn’t on the end of my best one, oh the next time we fight he isn’t making it out of that one, regardless of what Wends vision says. “You know, at first. I’d wake up naked. Covered in blood. No idea what happened. But over time. I started to remember, everything. The sound of their screams, the panic in their eyes, and a fear so primal I could taste it. And it was delicious.” He leans close and says. “You have no idea what’s coming.” Before walking away.

— — —

“The quid pro quo for Sheriff Galpin not pressing charges is your immediate expulsion from Nevermore.”

“Oh please, we all know Tyler’s the Hyde, he just confessed to us in the police station and now expelling us.” I complain.

“Oh not you, Mr. Barron, just Ms. Addams here.” Weems reveals.

“What?” We ask.

“Believe me, if it wasn’t for the suspicion of Ms. Addams manipulating you to follow her own agenda then you would also be expelled immediately but be rest assured Mr. Barron that we will be conducting a full investigation into your part in these plans.” Weems tells us.

“We were partners, I was just as much a part in this as Wednesday was.” I say.

“No she’s right. You and the others were not involved, just tools for me, I didn’t even tell you about my vision of you until a couple of days ago. I truly acted alone.” She says. I know she’s saying this just to protect me and the others, but why. Why would she do that, just throw herself under the bus. She shouldn’t have to do that. Not by herself.

“For someone who claims to have no friends you certainly go out of your way to protect them.”

“They didn’t have the guts to do what needed to be done.”

“You mean kidnapping and torture? I should hope not.”

“You do realize that Tyler brutally disemboweled six people, then harvested a variety of their body parts for good measure.”

“Perhaps if you’d came to me with your suspicions rather than taking things into your own hands then maybe we could’ve worked together.”

“Oh yes, because trust and cooperation have always been hallmarks of our relationship.”

“I admire your ability to be your own person and to trust your own instincts. But also that makes you impatient and impulsive. Your actions put me and the school in an impossible position.”

“Tyler is the Hyde. And he framed Xavier he confessed everything to us!” Wednesday shouts.

“I wish I could believe you.”

“His mother was an outcast, she went here you must remember her.”

“Yes, Francois. A lovely woman. I didn’t ask what she identified as.”

“Then give me more time, and I can prove they are Hydes.”

“There is no more time, and there are no more deals, Wednesday. Pack your steamer trunks. We will have them shipped. And say your goodbyes, you’ll be on the afternoon train tomorrow. And Y/N, I’d prepare your defense for the school board, I don’t think even your family name can save you from expulsion.” Weems tells us. “I’m sorry Nevermore didn’t work out for you two. I’m sure your parents will be very disappointed and so am I.” She tells us.

— — —

Last night me, Wednesday, and Thing went to the jail. Wednesday went to talk to him while me and Thing distracted the guards and made sure she wasn’t seen. After they were done me and Wednesday walked out of the building. And talked about what he said, in his opinion we should just leave and go as far away as we can, only then the prophecy of Nevermore’s destruction can never happen.

We are now in Wednesday’s room. Me and Enid are helping her pack.

“I can’t believe that I’m actually going to miss your creepy, lifeless eyes waking me up in the morning.” Enid says to Wednesday. “It won’t be the same without you.”

“So I assume your moving in with Yoko. Leaving me in the past.” Wednesday says.

“Not ever. What about you, will you forget about me?” Enid asks.

“Enid, the mark you have left on me is indelible. Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“I always believed that relying on other people was a sign of weakness.” She began to tell the both of us. “That inevitably they would lead me to disappointment. Turns out I’ve been a disappointment.” Wednesday says.

“Are you kidding, I’ve learned so much from you. Part of it is admittedly criminal behavior, but most people spend their entire lives pretending to give zero effs when you literally never had an eff to give.” Enid says.

“And together we solved a murder mystery, we are getting expelled before we can actually catch the killer but we know who they are, and that’s what counts.” I say, also trying to comfort her. “Plus, we make a pretty hot couple.” I add, which finally manages to make Wednesday chuckle a little.

“Any chance you’ve got some sneaky plan to allude Weems?” Enid asks us.

“Xavier’s right, this prophecy can’t come true if I’m not here, but it kills me to leave with Tyler still walking around free.” Wends says.

“If he tries anything, we have a school full of gorgons, vampires, and werewolves ready and waiting, and besides, theres’ no way he’s getting past Y/N, we got this Wednesday.” Enid replies.

“Yeah, and I just finished a little pet project I’ve been working on, it’s my counter to Tyler’s Hyde form.” I tell her.

“On a good note, I got a text from Eugene’s moms he woke up last night, maybe Weems will let you drop by on your way to the station.” Enid tells Wends. I haven’t been able to bring myself to go. I visited when he was asleep, but I don’t think I can look him in the eye after he night he got attacked. It was all my fault, if I listened to Wednesday and made sure Eugene stayed back here then Tyler would never have attacked him.

Thing taps and signs to Wednesday. “Think we’re all set.”

“Thing I’m going to miss our make up tutorials and you better keep sending me moisturizing tips.” Enid says. “Stay in touch okay.”

“Thing, it’s been real man.” I tell him, we both fist bump Thing before he crawls into Wednesday’s bag.

“So we’re gonna.” Enid goes up to hug Wends who backs away on reflex. “Your right, not hugging is kind of our thing.”

— — —

Me and Wednesday walk down into the main hall when we are met by the Nightshades, including Bianca, Jack, Jason, Amelia, and Gwen.

“The plan wasn’t to get you expelled, we’re sorry.” Bianca apologizes to Wends.

“The Nightshades need to be ready for what’s to come, or alot of people are going to die.” Wednesday warns them.

“Yeah, you guys are some of the most competent and smart in this building, except for Jason.” I say.

We here running and see Ms. Thornhill coming towards us.

“I’m so glad I caught you. I was weeding my wolfsbane and I completely lost track of time, this is a parting gift.” She says handing Wends a flower.

“White oleander, one of nature’s deadliest.”

“It also symbolizes destiny and renewal, you’re a very talented young woman Wednesday, I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

“Do I get a flower?” I ask, I don’t even want one, I just hate being left out.

“Did you get expelled?” Thornhill asks.

“Not, yet, but I’m sure I will be soon.”

“Wednesday, Y/N.” Weems greets.

“Speak of the devil.” I reply.

“This time I’m personally escorting you to your train.”

“I have one final favor.” Wednesday responds.

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Wednesday asked Weems if she could go visit Eugene. I didn’t go because I still feel so goddamn guilty, and even if I did ask to go I don’t think Weems would trust me and Wednesday around each other. I’m resting in my room right now just thinking, how long will it take for the school board to expel me, when will I get to fight Tyler, will he kill me, when will I be able to unlock my full potential. You see my family have this power in us that makes us stronger but mine is getting blocked for some reason. Has been ever since I was a kid.

Suddenly I hear taps on the door. I go to open it up and I see Thing scurry in. He starts quickly singing to me. He says that Thornhill was really Laurel Gates and that she killed Weems and captured Wednesday.

“Okay, Thing you go tell Enid and the Nightshades about Wednesday, I’ll go find her and stop Laurel and Tyler.” I quickly telling him running to my closet, I pull out two katanas I forged with wind runes on them allowing them to form slashes through the wind.

“All right, time to face my potential death.” I say dreadfully as I race out of the door.

— — —

I run into Crackstone’s Crypt and see Wednesday with lots of blood on her gasping and looking at her hand.

“Wends, are you all right.”

“I’m fine Cara Mia, but Laurel and Tyler revived Crackstone and they’re going to go burn down Nevermore.”

“Well than let’s go, and you’re definitely going to start calling me by that pet name a lot more.” I say pulling her up and starting to run out of the Crypt, she looks grim, probably because I might die soon, maybe even tonight.

As we run through the forest we see a shadow in front of us, he steps forward to reveal himself as Tyler.

“Laurel said you were dead.”

“I’m feeling much better now.” Wednesday says.

“Like a cockroach.”

“Please, flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Yeah, get your own girlfriend jerk.” I taunt.

“This will not end well for you.” Wednesday says to Tyler.

“Go, I’ll deal with him.” I tell her.

“But-”

“Go.” I insist.

She runs off hesitantly as I get into stance with my dual blades ready to face off against Tyler.

“You know, I’ve been looking forward to killing you since I first met you.” He says.

“Funny, I barely thought about you, just the monster, so why don’t you bring him out?”

“You sure you can handle me, I nearly killed you both times, and I nearly killed your roommate, I would’ve too if it wasn’t for you and Wednesday.”

“Yeah, it really was your fault.” I say realizing something.

“Yeah, I admitted to that already.” He says getting confused.

“And my brother, he had his own issues, his death wasn’t my fault either.” I say starting to feel a sudden surge of power flowing through me. Then I suddenly start laughing historically. “Oh god, I can’t believe that you were the one to help me through my mental block. You see, my family’s strength gets increased by our egos, the bigger our god complex, the bigger our power. And I used to feel so shitty about myself that I blocked out my strength, but you just helped me get through my shit and now I feel better about myself than ever, oh god, you are screwed.” I shout to Tyler who looks pissed.

Tyler starts to transform into his Hyde form.

He lunges forward and I do the same.

My blades clash with his claws and we start attempting to slice at each other more and more, faster and faster. We continue this dance for a while, twirling around blocking and slicing, slicing and blocking. Eventually we both jump back, he growls and jumps forward in the air, I laugh and do the same. I make my blades come down into an x slash and he brings his claws down in parallel slashes. As we both land crouching I feel a stabbing pain in my left shoulder, I start gasping, I drop the sword in my right hand and I bring it to my sleeve. I grasp the shredded remains of my sleeve tightly, and I feel nothing inside of it. I look over my shoulder to see my severed arm and sword half way across from me to the Hyde.

The Hyde, Tyler, whatever, looks pleased with himself.

We both rush forward again, even with my increased strength, speed, and endurance this is still a really hard fight. I use my sword to block all his attacks. I kick him in the gut sending him back several steps. With the few seconds I’m given I put my sword into my mouth and grab my other from my detached hand. I start cutting and stabbing with my two swords again. Rage and adrenaline are the only things keeping me going.

He manages to cut me across my forehead, blood drips down into my one working eye nearly blinding me. Everything has turned into a curtain of crimson and I am unable to tell when I actually manage to cut the Hyde, his entire body looks red, cuts and all.

I’m getting slower and weaker, my strikes are missing more and more, those that do hit end up hitting shallower, minor scratches where I once slashed deep cuts. He is able to keep up his pace, most of my strength has been diverted to blocking his claws and teeth. If I were to try anything else then I would surely get hit.

He raises his claw to strike me, I sidestep and stab him in the side, I drag the blade up to worsen the wound, a look of pain and anger flashes across his face. He tries to scratch me again but once again I sidestep and dodge.

He raises to scratch my face again I raise my blades to block, he then uses his other hand and scratches a deep wound across my gut, it hurts like hell, my body is burning and tired. I stumble before my weight becomes to much and my legs buckle, I fall to the ground. I can here the Hyde roar in victory, ha, does that mean I lost, that I’m dying. Sorry Wednesday, Cara Mia, I would have liked to hear that come from you again but it seems like this is the end, huh, I wonder if this is what Wednesday saw, my body bleeding out on the ground as Tyler roars maliciously in the background. My death.

Fuck that.

I push myself up with my fist and put my knees below me. I slide my feet under my knees and push up off the ground. I grab one of my swords, I don’t think I can lift both now, even if one is held in my mouth, it’s too much. I feel the blood fill my mouth, I spit it out on the ground.

“Hey.” I shout, weakly, it’s clear that I’m on my last legs.

The Hyde turns and growls at me, he gets ready to charge.

A large shape jumps out of the forest and grabs onto the Hyde. It’s a werewolf likely one of the other students from Nevermore, huh, that’s weird, the color of some of the fur reminds me of Enid, holy shit.

“Enid.” I shout to her. She turns and smiles at me.

Gun shots ring out near us. I turn and see Sheriff Galpin aiming his gun at the Hyde.

“You look like your about to die Barron, go get yourself cleaned up, me and the wolf have got it from here.” He tells me.

“I’m sorry, about your son.” I say to him.

He gives me a nod before turning back and firing again at the monster who was his son.

I run off, but not to the hospital, to Nevermore, I got to go help Wednesday.

— — —

I run into the quad, which is on fire by the way, to see Wednesday pinned to a table by Crackstone with his staff.

“I will send you back to hell.” He tells her in his gravely voice.

Suddenly he’s stabbed in the back by Bianca. He then hits her sending her flying back.

I run forward and jam my blade through his front. He looks amused at me but then Wednesday takes a broken shard of her blade and stabs him through the heart. Crackstone starts to burn like the many outcasts he once did. He breaths out a black smoke before finally incinerating with a massive wave of heat.

We all nod to each other when we hear a gun getting taken off safety.

Laurel stands before us aiming it at Wednesday.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight, probably the first smart decision you made today.” Wends insults.

“Ha.” I laugh weakly.

“I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I’ll get to kill you, Wednesday.” She says stepping forward.

Then a bee lands on the front of the gun and a whole swarm of them soon follow they surround Laurel who tries to shoot them but fails because of the fact that there are so many of them and they are incredibly small.

“Yeah, that’s what you get for messing with Nevermore.” Eugene says stepping out into the quad revealing himself to be the one controlling the bees, I am so glad I’m his friend and not his enemy. “Bitch.”

“Woah there buddy, ease up on that language.” I chastise stepping forward to rub his hair with my one remaining hand.

“But you’ve said worse before like-”

“We don’t need examples Eugene. Listen though, I’m sorry about the night of the Rav’N, I shouldn’t have taken you out there.

“It wasn’t your fault, I wanted to go, besides if you weren’t there I might’ve died.”

“Thanks man. Why are you here though?”

“Hummers stick together, right?”

Wednesday looks at him almost proudly before all of us go back to looking at Laurel. Curled up on the ground surrounded by the bees. Pathetic.

“I’ll take it from here.” Wednesday says.

“Maybe we should call the Sheriff?” Eugene innocently suggests.

“Turn around Eugene.” I say as Wednesday steps up to Laurel and smashes her foot down onto her head.

“Hey Wends.” I say to her. She turns and looks at me shocked, I guess she is just realizing that I’m standing here, alive, but in horrible condition, right on death’s door. “I love you.”

Everything then goes to black and my body hits the ground.

— — —

I open my eyes to blinding lights and the sounds of people moving around a room hurriedly.

“He’s waking up.”

“Oh my god he’s alive.”

“No way, this is insane.”

“More stuff like that, people being shocked that I’m alive. The people in the room are some of the Nightshades, some police officers, some teachers, most of my family, Eugene, Ajax, Xavier, Bianca, Enid, and Wednesday.

“Why is there so many people in my hospital room?” I ask groggily. I turn to Wends. “How could you let this happen?”

“I tried my hardest, but they insisted.” She replied in that monotone voice that I’ve grown to love so much.

After that it was mostly my family hugging me, Enid crying, Wednesday watching all of this in horror, policemen asking me questions, Eugene questioning how it took me less than half the time to recover when my injuries were more than twice as horrible as his. Most started to file out one by one to give me and Wednesday a moment alone.

“You lost your arm.”

“Does that disappoint you my love?” I ask.

“Considering the alternative was death, I’m rather impressed.”

“That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”

“How did you change your destiny?”

“I don’t know, I thought of how much I love you and how much I hate Tyler and I put that together and forced myself to keep going.” I reply.

That seems to work for her and we enjoy the silent love we have for each other that we didn’t get to experience for so long while we were off playing detectives in a case involving a monster and a dead pilgrim.

— — —

I honestly got out of the fight pretty lucky all things considered, I now have the boosted natural abilities of my family, I only lost an arm and got several scars, but hey better than being dead am I right. Anyway they cut the rest of the semester short after all this bullshit happened so I’ve packed my stuff and gotten ready to go home to my family. There’s just one thing that I got to go and do first.

I walk through the halls with my luggage looking for Wednesday.

I then feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn and see her standing there.

“Hey.” I greet.

“Hi.”

“You excited for the long break.”

“I’m excited for a chance to finish my novel and publish it, self publishing most likely.” She said.

“I’m excited to sleep off these injuries. Plus my parents said I get to have my dream car because of all this happening to us.”

“Really? What kind?”

“Oh that’s a secret until next time we meet.” I say mysteriously.

We reach the front door.

“So I take it Xavier gave you the phone?” I ask.

“Yes, would you like to put your number in it?”

“Are you asking me for my number? Oooh, you have a crush on me.”

“We’re dating.” She says weirded out and annoyed by my antics.

“All right, all right.” I say putting my number in her new phone. “Make sure to save my contact as Cara Mia.” I tease.

“I should never have called you that.” She laments

“Well I guess I’ll see you around, Addams.” I say as a goodbye.

“You too, Barron.”

I then pull her into a hug, which after a second of hesitation she reciprocates, then I kiss her on the forehead and I head down to where we’re getting picked up, and waiting there is the car that my family has to send out to pick all of us up. We each get to have our own row of seats, so I sit in the very back and put on my headphones and start listening to music.

“Despite what you think your journey is not yet close to completion.” A voice says, crystal clear despite the headphones. I turn towards it and the voice appears to come from a reflection of me only they’re wearing clothes from the 1600s.

“What the hell.” I say.

“You, Y/N Barron, have the potential to be the greatest outcast history has ever seen and the potential to be the one to lead the entire population of outcasts into salvation or purgatory, it is all based on the actions that you may soon make.”

And just like that old timey me disappears and I’m still left with more questions than answers.

Great, just great.

AN: So Playing Detectives is now completed until season two comes out, I am making a Stranger Things fanfic with a bunch of OCs which you can check the castings for on my page, I posted that earlier. Please keep a look out for it and thanks for the support for this fanfiction, I’ll likely return once season two is released. Until then I got Stranger Things to keep me busy. So have fun my fellow geeks and nerds and peace out.

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday oc #wednesday x male reader #wednesday addams #the addams family

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blindrapture · 10 months ago

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SUNDAY JULY 10TH, 2011 (Family Expression)

a voice speaks to me

3:34 AM Dreamed of Musicians waiting for me at my hou Bones. Yeah. Bones. That’s what I dreamed of. ..I’m gonna go take a walk.

3:40 AM Donnie woke up and came with me. Mister Brown was already awake, in the kitchen. So he came along too. Yeah, let’s all take this fucking walk.

3:42 AM donnie "Jordan, where are we going?" I just want to see. "See what?" I just want to see. You don't have to come. "I'm coming to make sure you're okay." It doesn't matter. I'm fine. Maybe not. Just, please. Let me drive.

3:58 AM Such a silent ride we had. There was once a time that I could always expect a few cars around here at this time of night. I mean. It's the apocalypse. This is one of the most.. standard things to expect. I guess that's not the real issue. I just. I had been hoping to get to be here again. This has been the worst year of my life, I was taken away from it all, from it all. I wasn't a popular child, I was told by teachers I'd have to wait for high school or later before I came into my own, one teacher even told me I'd have an uphill struggle into my 30s, and I took all that as promises, good news, something to hope for. And I did, actually, start to.. get friends in high school. I had great friends. I had a best friend. And then we had to go back. And my parents made that process even worse than it had to be. I guess I didn't make it easier. I'm a dumb fucking teenager. I know this. But I don't think they even realized just how severely isolated I became. And. Anyway. So I'm here now. By chance? By my own desire? I don't know why the Musicians sent us here. And all that's left is... this. I think I'd have been better off not seeing my home in this state.

4:03 AM I have so many memories of this neighbourhood. The stone sign at the top where I’d wait for the bus in the mornings. The road from the sign and down, which I’d walk every afternoon. This brown house here, where we lived in when I was six. The house next door. Black mailbox, sign below it reading “75.”| Driveway curved so far upwards it’s a safety hazard. Wooden steps leading up to the stone path. Stone path leading to the stone steps. The front door.

4:10 AM …oh. Brown and Donnie are just watching me. Have been all this time. How long have I been here, just looking at this front door? brown "A while. If it's all the same to you, I'm just gonna take a look around the neighborhood. I don't need to see a kid get this depressed." And off he goes. Donnie wants to hold my hand. But I just want to write. I know this front door, this general area, so well. Good memories and bad. There’s the memories of long days at school bringing me here with relief. Then there's the memories of sleeping in school because it's at least peaceful there. My grades dropping. And all the memories of my computer, my room. The stories I'd write for a fanbase. Then everyone grew up and found friends, and I just continued writing my stories for myself, putting my enthusiasm somewhere, hundreds of thousands of words uploaded to the internet that only I even read. Because I was left alone. Always alone. This sucks. This sucks, why are we here? Why did I bring us here? hand squeeze

4:14 AM …"We don't have to go inside." You're right. We don't. "We came to America not out of an active desire, but just out of reaction, we had to get out of England." Yeah. "We don't have to see this." We don't. ...the door opened by itself.

4:15 AM Foyer. Screaming, shouting, barking, ultimatums, threats. Living room. Fights, fists, knees, kicks, punches, flipping over chairs, rugburn on my neck… knife in my ear… Stairs. Suited men lead me up. Donnie's saying something but I can't hear.

4:22 AM My bedroom. Nothing's left here, no furniture, no computer, no video games, no silly posters on the yellow walls. I have nothing to remember my childhood by. "This is where your mind was forged." Yes. "This is the bedrock on which your adulthood will stand." If we make it that far. "It's an empty room." Just a lot of memories. "You came to this country to get away from threats you didn't understand." I was such an idiot. "You are sixteen, and you have no future, and you are wasting your present." Yeah… "You don't even write about your memories in your journals. You talk more about the music that kept you alive in England." That's the sickest part, isn't it? That's the part that guts me. I'm going to die here, and everything I wanted from my life is gone, and the apocalypse didn't even affect that. Who I am will be forgotten, even in my own mind. "Lie down, White Jester. Lie down and wait for landslide." Wait for landslide... wait for the earth to swallow me whole… "Do you want to see?"

(Attached: “Jordan sleeps here for a very long time. I'm assuming we all know the dynamics of abuse, yes? The things it does to your brain. The judgement that comes from within, internalization of a flaming pressure. The Fears know. They are born from those fires, they feast on the colors our stressed thoughts make. They're not all that supernatural; they're what happens when humans take stories seriously. Those words which we all share, the power in a Name... this is a family expression to us.“)

[PREV LOG] [TABLE OF CONTENTS] [NEXT LOG]

#ogtrib #oh god the rapture is burning #ogtrib act 2

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merv606 · 2 years ago

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Ok, latest installment of Mercy.

“He’s not Terry’s prisoner - he never was.”

Cool, so’s he free to leave then? … That’s what I thought…My god the Cog Diss in this guy is truly astounding.

“Maybe if he pushes Terry far enough the older man will finish off the job he started that night at Stingray’s apartment. Maybe this time he’ll go too far and…”

Oh, Daniel… the decline in his mental health… I’m wondering if either the doctor or nurse has or will suggest anti-depressants for him. I imagine, given their profession, they’re seeing what Terry isn’t (or what he’s choosing to see as something else), no matter how much Terry is paying them to look the other way.

“I gave you freedom… Daniel makes a show of moving his leg, the restraint stopping him from moving it too far.��

God, I can actually see him doing this, no change in expression… LOVE the sass in this man. 😆

“So Daniel gets the pills.”

That worries me, too - roughly how long has he been held captive at this point? How long as he been kept drugged and/or sedated? That has to have an effect on his health.

The ring… Kinda saw it coming, kinda didn’t … “Couldn’t be salvaged” my ass. You know Terry did that on purpose! The fact that he actually gave him the broken pieces… I half expected he was gonna wrestle it from a screaming and crying Daniel or make him give it up. Somehow this is worse, and perfectly inline with Terry.

Terry just takes what he wants then lies about whos whys and hows. To himself and his victim.

I am a little surprised he bothered to give it back, what was this thought process on that?

And it’s just like Terry’s brain to immediately turn to images of Daniel blowing him, *right after* showing him his destroyed ring.

Then he’s like, “Well Daniel’s in a mood today.”

????

This guy has zero empathy and is totally off his rocker.

I can only imagine how Daniel is going to react when he’s forced to sign the divorce papers… and I have no doubt Terry will make Daniel sign them (as opposed to forging them), as a way to drive home the situation and convince himself that, in the act of signing (no matter that it’s under duress), that Daniel is somehow complicit in all this. That they’re taking this journey “together.”

“He would’ve do this for anyone after all.” Which is probably why Daniel is wishing he was anyone else right about now.

“Moldova”… I think our reaction was pretty much the same as Daniel’s. Shit, Terry wasn’t kidding when he said they really will never find him… not that we thought he was, but…

And when Terry actually thinks Daniel is squeezing his hand out of affection instead of horror and panic…

🤮

“Sometimes we have to break the things we love to build them back up stronger than before.”

Holy Hell, this man just DOES NOT see what he doesn’t want to see.

“Right now, he gives into fear and it breaks his heart but all he wants is the reprieve the blankness brings.”

Baby, our hearts have broken right along with yours.

I need to gather this man into my arms and take him straight back to Chozen while slapping Amanda and Johnny upside the head on the way. Chozen will be in touch with them about visitation rights.

I AM DYING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!

👆🏻

Terry isn’t really living in reality and, by necessity, to some degree, neither is Daniel.

Thanks so much - I hope the next chapter and all that come after keep delivering.

Even in death, he’s afraid of disappointing Miyagi and not living up to his memory and teachings.

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai #daniel larusso #terry silver #karate kid #silverusso #silverrusso #mercy is a sharp knife

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meanderingthoughtsofthewretched · 2 years ago

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Been a while. Thought I could keep up with this, but quickly realized that was not gonna happen.

I don’t even know why I’m typing here, no one’s gonna read this. Screaming into the void I guess.

Been real down recently, I say as if it hasn’t been the same for the past,,, years.

Tomorrow, or rather today I guess is supposed to be happy. I *should* be feeling better.

I finally applied for a job, but haven’t heard back in a while so I probably didn’t get it.

I actually managed to get over my fear of fucking everything up and emailed a professor to talk about grad school. I’m so scared.

School was my strong suit, what made me ‘special’ amongst my siblings, but now,,, I’ve nearly been out of college longer than I was in it. I can feel how disappointed my dad is. I’m doing my best to hold together but I know he thinks I’m a failure. My sisters are doing so much better than I am.

I recently babysat my nephew and it feels like my older sister has her life figured out. Had a good job, married, bought a house, has a kid, and I feel the pressure to walk in her shoes. She went from college to a job so fast and I just,,, stagnated. Everything was looking so bringing in college but I had another person tied to my ankles pulling me down the entire time.

I wish I never met her to be honest. I fucking hate her. Everything I complain about in my life I can directly tie to her.

Can’t drive? Well your parents didn’t want to teach you with her here because then she would be on the insurance while practicing. Because your sister wanted to sabotage you because she didn’t like her, she convinced your parents that she would fuck everything up, and so you don’t get to go to driving school. What’s that? You need to know that to do basically anything? And you’re already horribly anxious about being behind and scared of driving in general? Ehhhh you’re *fineeee* get in that big metal machine and go!!

Falling behind socially and educationally? Well she did cling to you and got mad whenever you went anywhere without her, also driving home a fear of being alone outside even during the day. Whenever you wanted to see friends you had to take her along with you, and if she picked a fight with your friends then you can’t see them anymore. After school clubs? Not without her! If she doesn’t want to go outside, then neither can you! What’s that? Now you have nothing for a resume, which makes getting into grad school a lot harder? Sucks to suck! You offered to take care of her for the rest of your life when you extended a hand to her in a time of need, didn’t you know that? That you would be responsible for her actions even though you have no control of her and she’s literally a completely independent person? Comes with it and you should have known better.

Having to rekindle all familial relationships? Well she did do her best to drive a wedge in between you and everyone in your family. If they didn’t immediately like her then they were evil narcissists, all of them, and she was only trying to help you, you poor thing, you didn’t even know any better, and she knew best! Doesn’t matter that before she got there and after she left things were quiet and calm and people were communicating just fine, the horrible *horrible* years of everyone acting terrible in response to her actions were because they were simply all evil, and if you try to defend them in the slightest, that makes you evil too.

And she tried so hard to convince you to love her, knowing that you never felt a thing toward her but compassion and pity. You were friends! But she wanted you to be her knight in shining armor saving her and living happy every after. But to do that you have to have an enemy to fight, so that made anyone a target. And you have to defend her constantly, because if you don’t she threatens suicide, constantly letting you know how depressed she is, and how if you were to ever leave she doesn’t know how she could live without you. So sacrifice everything, know only her, and force yourself to be content because that’s the best you’re gonna get.

So it’s only natural that when you finally go separate ways, the biggest emotion was relief. You no longer have to shoulder her emotions on top of yours. You’re free.,,, at least until you’re strapped to your little sister and have to be in charge of her now.

Reminders of her are everywhere, though. From your cookware, to the way you cut everything small because her precious and precocious stomach couldn’t handle literally any vegetables unless disguised or too small to pick out, to the decorative objects that you kept that were also useful, to anyone taking about their mental state because you had to constantly be aware of hers, because if you weren’t she would take it out on you one way or another.

I didn’t even wish her a happy birthday this year. It’s so funny that no one else did either. I hope she continues to be lonely, because anytime someone conflicts with her worldview she pushed them out of her life. I wonder if the yahoos will remember my birthday. It makes me laugh (because if I don’t I will certainly cry) that all it took, after years of her looming over me, to get her to willingly leave, was to put my foot down over my birthday. She couldn’t get over her discomfort for even an hour to come by and hang out, and when I got upset, she pulled away. I forced myself to abandon things that made me happy, literally dreading coming home because of the horrid atmosphere that she created, for *years* and she couldn’t manage an hour. Not even five minutes really.

And when she saw me later she was needlessly antagonistic, defensive, and sharp. We were gathered to play a game, and like always she was competitive to the point where she got pissed off and I started to get that pull at my stomach again, that fear that she was gonna explode. I wasn’t even playing. The others were competitive sure, but there was no edge of anger to it. The others can lose with grace, but not her. She laughs it off but I recognize the setting of her jaw and the look in her eyes. I can laugh now, because reasonably, all she could have done was kill the vibe and I could leave. Thankfully I think she doesn’t have that power over me anymore. She’s never tried to reach out to me, and I kinda hope it stays that way.

It’s late. Yet another night of pointlessly staying up thinking of time long past. At least it’s out of my head now.

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neculacycle · 2 years ago

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Cane-Reaping Sword

One crippling morning an old man hobbled from the city outskirts and up the grey mountain where a mist lingered thick and waxed with dawn. Folk gathered, laughed, delighted to spoil his fun. Young men, muscles corded and ready for war, bragged with travelling foot soldiers that they could reach the mountain peak, if such mad notions took them. They knew who lived on the mountain and what folly even great men in their prime had met in pursuit of lofty dreams to claim a weapon from heaven’s smith. All men, at some point, dream of being the strongest, and in that land the one on the mountain denied that dream to those willing to strive hardest.

What madness, they said. Does that old farmer need a sword? Maybe he’s rushing headlong toward a dream he’s had since childhood?

Rare in those days but not unheard of, men world over came to the base of the mountain to test their mettle against the warrior’s path. Though that town rested in the mountain’s shadow few dared climb to its jagged peak where the light of the forge had not been seen in many years. Even the King, who had come to power by sheer might and violence, shunned the mountain though secretly coveted its treasure. He thought, A man with enough ambition and men might drag that thing in chains down the mountain.

But such thoughts sent shivers through his soul.

Now a towering man stepped from the onlookers. He was bald like a monk and wore thick robes. He wagged a thick finger at the mockers.

Hopeless times when not a single strong man here offers to help this old timer up the mountain, whatever his reasons. Is that the case?

The onlookers, especially the proud young men, spat and cursed and insulted the monk under their breath. He’s crazy, they said and turned their backs.

Hmf, said the monk, taking the old man’s arm. Come along, master. All good roads are worth sharing.

Hmm? Are you from around here? Do you know what’s at the top?

The monk grinned. I’ve heard rumours. But he can’t be as inhospitable as these people, tee hee!

~~~

Frost screamed agony against the old man’s skin. His walking stick stuck in the ice and snapped. His lungs burst with each breath but he pressed onward, along the winding ‘warrior’s path’, as it had been called since ancient times. The brittle road, no more than a four foot wide depression in the mountain, a channel which streams ran down in the spring thaw, filled up to the man’s knees with snow. Underfoot he tripped on frozen shapes; some stones, some the huddled remains whose strength failed before the top. The monk took him onto his back and trudged upward, undaunted.

No reason to quit! We’ll die here, or die above. Our futures are clear in my mind.

They stopped beneath a stone overhang, sheltered from the wind but not the cold. There was no wood to make fire and the old man shivered horribly. The monk gave him his cloak.

Hey, old man. It’s obvious we’re climbing the mountain for different reasons, unless I’m mistaken.

The old man said nothing. He was looking out over the clouds. The monk sipped from a flask.

I meant it when I said this is a road worth walking together. But when we reach the top, if the mountain smith only bend’s to one of us, that’s gonna have to be me. You can understand what I’ve given up to be here. Maybe you’ve had this dream longer than me, living right at the foot of the mountain your whole life. I can’t say why you’d suddenly go on the journey toward the end of your years. But I guess I felt inspired and want to see you reach the top.

I don’t have any dream, said the old man. I must do this, the same as anything in my life. No offense, but a man like you, with such big goals, doesn’t seem like a monk to me.

Obisu laughed. Well, you got me. I guess I don’t care about the appearance of being a monk but I walk a straight path to the top. What appearance do you think he took on?

Obisu meant the cross legged corpse frozen against the stone, their silent guest.

A fool, said the old man. Who didn’t believe the stories. Perhaps I’ll be no better in the end. A god of the forge lived within the grim mountain. Even in past times, folk did not pray to this god but revered him and sought to avoid his sight, as he was known only to bring malady and strange misfortune. None could say who his forge fired for and none could claim to have seen his work. In the sharpest winters, like this one, the mouth of his cave glowed. Now he is forgotten and soon will fade from the world and be replaced by another.

You missed your calling. You could be a storyteller.

When it was time to leave Obisu offered his back to the old man but the huddled fellow went on ahead. A blue skinned, snarling ogre stepped into their path, with heavy manacles around his wrists. He stamped his feet and held out a palm. Stop!

Obisu bowed. Do you work for the smith?

He forged me these manacles, said the ogre. So perhaps I should work for him.

Explains some of these bodies. How many make it past you?

A few when I sleep or through some trickery. I know who the smith will want to see. The old man may pass. You should turn back.

You're one to mention tricks. It's obvious the smith lets no one through. I won't fight until I see violence.

That is ideal. Where no violence begins conflict is useless. Come alone, old timer.

The old man passed by the ogre without trouble as if it were a pampered doorman. Obisu made to follow but the ogre held out an arm. Not you.

The monk ducked beneath it and found jagged nails digging into his elbow. He loosed a dagger against the fiend but the blade broke apart. The ogre opened its mouth to bite off Obisu’s head but with a lunge the monk hugged the ogre’s massive chest and pushed him over the mountain side. He tumbled and burst many times against the stones, leaving a red trail behind him. The wind picked up. Obisu wiped his eyes but the way ahead was lost to whiteness. His companion was gone. Hey, old timer! Wait up! He staggered on, determined to not be last.

The old man collapsed into the cave, a lonely chamber that no light shown from in years. He crawled, dragging himself along by handholds, stones and fallen warriors, stiff as statues. Some wore heavy armor, others silken pants tied at the waist. They all lay together in a patchwork, pristine in death. The old man’s frostbitten hands, rough from years of battle, and even more years of hard labor, felt nothing as they snapped and burst with the strain. At the precipice of a great obsidian wall he looked up. It was the anvil, too smooth to get purchase on, too tall to hoist himself up by.

He collapsed in time to see a man standing hunched at the cave mouth. It was Obisu, stepping gingerly over the bodies. Should have let me help, he said. This place is evil. I see corpses but no tools besides that terrible anvil. You don’t think he already left, do you?

Obisu stood at the anvil and waved his arms in strange, see-saw motions above his head. In the silence the old man half hoped the god was already passed on but his spine tingled and he knew himself to be a fool.

The god churned endlessly in darkness and succumbed. Above the mountain a flying meadowlark caught fire while whistles and relays telegraphed through space. When not unknowable the god was only what it needed to be. For he who made contact it was eyes when it needed to see, ears when it needed to hear, a mouth when it spoke, for a mortal could never know its totality.

Obisu, holding out his arms, said, Why not fade with an act of honour? Surely you can understand fate saved the worthy one for last?

Hmm? See my handiwork? How many spears do you count along the walls? This place...is a tomb. I forge in mockery of men’s hands, not in service to them.

An antique accent, like the old man’s grandmother, kind yet firm, the stoicism of harsher times. The old man closed his eyes to a deeper black and the cat god spoke.

I am the King of all martial, men said. I am the King of Battle and Hell. Forge me a King of Blades. When I refused they charged forth like scolded children. I have never known pity. None pray to me or dare invoke my name, for I hate the world below this mountain. But when you were born I touched you with my hatred so you would struggle and strain. Was there a legend in your land? Something like, Only the last shall know the first?

It’s one of our oldest and the gods must follow the old legends, however wicked their hearts, said the monk, and Omiru revealed himself. Hir robes fell away, revealing polished black armour which had been concealed by some illusion. A pointed helm sat on his head and jutting out were the King’s distinctive moustaches. This was the foreigner who had taken the throne in a coup, King Sigfried, the black knight. He pulled a jewelled broadsword from its sheath, its hilt jagged falcon’s wings.

I’ll kill you and really will be the last, said the sorcerer-king, holding the blade to the old man’s throat. The feline rose up. All of it, eyes, mouth, ears, body. The old man shut his eyes, unable to look upon the terrible form but Siegfried beheld it and his moustaches drooped and he screamed and held his sword out in both arms like it were new to him. The air left the room and with it the light, as if the cave had been blocked. The old man saw flashes, claws red with streaming blood slashing, metal, or something more fantastic, sparking from an arcing sword. A man’s voice cried strange words and purple nebula’s burst in the old man’s brain and with a great hiss all fell silent. The shadows receded and two clawed animal hands dragged a man’s remains into the dark. Then the mouth formed.

So much for the King and his legends. Where he’s from they pull swords from the earth every day. And you bear the marks of a footsoldier. I would curse the soul of he who struggled up the mountain. Why did you never come to me before?

The fanged mouth faded. Two slit eyes opened briefly and faded amidst tufted ears.

They pressed me into a miserable war, said the old man. There was no meaning to it and I lived. I’ll die next summer, whatever changes may come, and there will be no meaning to it. My son was pressed into a miserable war and I’m alone.

The tufted ears lingered and became a mouth. Men seek me for tools of war and what you receive would reflect that.

Aye, but you are our only god, terrible feline. A great lone smith in the dark of the mountain.

But where is your hatred? Where is the arrogance in your ridiculous request?

The old man opened his shirt, showing his bare chest. The cat laughed. Know this: I am fading from the memory of this world, in my own turn. And so my last act will be my first and only gift to one below the mountain. We desire. The world turns. As with man, as with god. Return here in seven days. Seven days. Be off. Go now.

When he returned in seven days the god came down from his place in the shadows of the cave. The old man’s arms swayed in a rhythm, that of solar flares bursting from a dying sun. Stars fell, though the old man could see none of them, or his story-made-steel. It spiralled and bounced off the stone floor. A nebula closed off and the cave froze over.

That, said the god, the space between its words howling, is a cane-reaping sword. It will cut with just a little skill and no effort.

I thank you, said the old man and took the sword and found it was a study thing to lean on descending the path.

We desire, said the cat. The world turns. As with man, as with god.

He hobbled to his farm and amidst his tall cane stalks drew the sword. Walking toward the cane he held out the sword and without a swing of his arm the cane fell. Men laughed and gossiped about who went out in the morning with a sword to attack his sugar cane. But he was happy all the while.

But the season ended and the old man weakened so even the sword could not fell that cane, for he could not raise it. True to its word the feline was no god of the harvest. The cane-reaping sword could reap and little else and it was still the old man’s work that killed him in the end. He thought, I prevailed where no man has before but I was still his fool in the end. At least I had no illusions.

His time had come and with no family and no one to even remember him he lay back in his chair in his hut and rested and each time he rested he did not know if he might rise again and that was how things were for a while. The sword sat against the wall in its corner and he sat in his chair.

As the old man reclined he dreamed of shanty seas, of curious clouds and fading faces, of the patter of children, of the cold of winter, of the darkness of mountains, of the turning of years. Only a knock roused him from what would be his loosening dream, a knock, persistent and strong, the knock of a young hand. The old man stood with great effort to answer the door. He crept across his old floor and, still half in the dream, he opened the door and slipped to the floor.

Old man! said Necula and rushed to his knees. Old man! Are you alright? But try as he might the old man was gone. Necula looked back through the door. This hut was far from anywhere. The smoke of a distant village rolled on through the grey afternoon and beyond that loomed a city wall. The city had been locked down, as if they were expecting a siege but the countryside was quiet. It did not seem well in the city so the boy moved on. Now he was starving and desperate.

Necula took the old man into his arms and carried him to a straw bed, as the hut was only the one room and laying him down Necula went to the chair and cradled his head in his hands. The miles he’d walked, he thought he’d be the one to die as he stepped through the door. He’d resorted to begging. Sometimes this worked and sometimes he was driven away. It mattered little. His trek would be endless, without direction.

Necula slept in the chair. When he awoke he walked to the village to tell someone of the old man but they drove him away with sticks and tossed stones and he retreated to the hut. He wrapped the old man in linen and buried him near the hut, beneath a tree and returned to the hut to think. The old man had some cheese and bread and Necula ate that. The hut felt cold, colder than the outside, colder than the mountain winds. He thought, Those bastards from that village will come here and think I murdered the old man, so I’d better be going. He sat in the old man’s chair, slumped to the side, a leg lazily spread out, another bent, and his temple perched against his knuckles, like he was some arrogant King. He sat and pondered and felt sorry for himself. His eyes darted to the floor when a black thing slipped out from somewhere and wandered about the hut.

Hungry, you old cat? asked Necula and the cat seemed to agree. Necula stood and went to the kitchen and though there’d been no food there before his pity for the rickety cat seemed to conjure some up and he gave the cat thin milk and crumbs. The cat drank and ate and it was very weary and aged. Necula watched it and then lay on the floor and drew his knees to his chest and weeped at last and the cat slept near him.

Necula had cried himself to sleep and when he awoke the old cat had passed on as well, just as the old man had, and Necula buried it too and went back inside and thought, Now I am truly alone. I feel it in this place. He caught sight of something in the corner, which he realised he’d thought was a broom or a rake in his peripheral vision. But, taking it in his hands, he thought, Oh, well, this is a sword, I think.

He drew it out and the blade shined, very new, if not simple. The sword was without flourish, a stick, really, without decoration or cross guard.

Must be from some old war, said Necula. He took care of it.

He sheathed it and thought, I’ll take this with me. I’ve never swung a sword but I’d feel better wandering with it than without it. Besides, it seems a strange thing to leave in a place so lonely.

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tangobullets · 2 years ago

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No like specifically groups that get laughed at? A lot? Or artists that are deemed twee and are criticized for their lyrics being “simple”

Or are criticized because their songs became too popular or “normal” in comparison to true punk while also not being able to be considered actually pop.

Like…

Good Charlotte was just a group of dudes who really fucking hated their dad for abandoning them, struggled with alcoholism at an early age, depression and poverty while being religious and told to believe in a higher power. So they wrote music about it, about the people who only worsened their struggles. They could have been all dark and moody and depressing but instead they made catchy songs to bop to with deeper messages.

Yeah Avril Lavigne is most popular for Sk8er Boi and Girlfriend but most of the songs on her early albums dealt with struggling with depression and self worth issues and rejection. Again yeah maybe not a lyrical genius but you could tell she sang from the heart.

Simple Plan sang about the struggles of growing up and trying to fit in.

Sum 41 sang about how overwhelming life is at times, about how people in politics don’t care and about how you can be your own worst enemy.

But because they’re not the deepest lyrics or because they got “popular” they’re all easily swept under the rug musically, when really they gave a voice to a lot of teens that needed something to scream along to.

Sorry that they’re not spinning fucking sonnets but they captured the atmosphere of the newly-post-9/11 kids who were just realizing the world is a fucking mess, the latchkey kids whose parents were never home, the AOL IM away message era where you needed the song to fit your mood. They provided a lot of refuge to kids who needed it!

No one is asking you to like them or think their music is good, but it’s silly to dismiss their impact just because you deem them “bad”.

Music is allowed to be anything it wants to be, man. I’m not saying anyone needs to listen to these kinds of groups, I feel like you had to be there for them to really resonate, but if they come on in the car I’m not gonna skip them. Doesn’t make my taste in music Bad suddenly. Damn.

I think people who were teens in the early 2000's that don't like pop punk music just didn't have enough angst to scream about in a fun way as a kid

#long post #I have a lot of feelings about this #people are fucking assholes

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years ago

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Forbidden Lessons XXIV

Masterlist

Friday is here, I’m so tired.

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

“Pick a case,” Bucky says as he stands beside you in the aisle.

You stare at the rack of plastics, silicone, and drop-proof shells. You try to ignore the twinge in your chest, the mental note of how his demeanor shifts, subtle and slow, dangerous. Since he showed up at your door the day before, his tenderness is terse. He’s worried, you know that, but so are you. About him.

You look closer at a case decorated with flamingos but put it back. Then another with sunflowers speckled across it, little gems in the middle of each. You like it.

“Sunflowers… sunshine,” he muses, a lighter tone.

“Mhmm,” you hand it to him, “I like sunflowers.”

“Good to know,” he says and nods you back towards the table of associates. You sit beside him as he puts down the case beside the till, “she wants this one. You can ring it in when you’re done all that.”

“Great, we’ll just finish up the transfer to the new phone and put a screen protector on, we’ll give you that free with the case,” the associate explains, “it’s gonna take a while if you want to look around some more. Or you could shop around at the mall and we’ll have it held for you when we’re done?”

“Thanks,” Bucky says, startling you as he touches your hand, “how about lunch, sunshine?”

He stands before you can answer. You get up too and shy away from the young guy working on the phone. You let Bucky lead you around the aisles of accessories and towards the door. The girl behind the small desk between the automatic doors tells you to have a good day.

“Well, are you hungry?” he swings your hand as he clings to it.

“Sure,” you answer in a small voice.

He huffs as he pulls you along, “what’sa matter, sunshine? You’re quiet.”

“Nothing,” you lie, “it’s cold. I’m tired.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?” his grip tightens as anger laces his timbre, “trust me, I gave him something to be sorry for. To think what he did–”

“I don’t want to think about it, please,” you say gently.

“Of course,” he accepts as you cross the parking lot, “how about this shawarma place?”

“Okay,” you agree.

You enter the small shop, locally run by the looks of it. He asks you what you want but you tell him to just get you whatever he gets. He leaves you at a table and waits in line. You chew your thumb and think.

You knew. It’s always too good to be true. He might be nice… sometimes. And maybe he does care but it’s too much. He’s acting like you’re together. Like you belong to him. It’s suffocating. After so long wanting someone, anyone, to your own, this isn’t what you intended.

He comes back and puts down a tray. You pick at your tray of fries as he bites into his wrap. You use the opportunity to bask in the silence. He always expects an answer, sometimes it’s easier to just say nothing.

“You didn’t mention your mother was in town,” he says suddenly, pausing to suck on his straw, “not until that text.”

“Well… she wasn’t supposed to be here long,” you shrug, “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“She’s shitty, you know? Doesn’t even come to the hospital and now she’s… with him?”

“She doesn’t know about him,” you don’t know why you’re defending her. You’re not truly, but it’s not his business.

“Still, if you were my kid, after everything, I wouldn’t be anywhere else but with you,” he clucks and shoves several fries into his mouth.

“I’m not,” you blurt out, wincing as you try to correct the slip, “what I mean is, you don’t need to do all this–”

“Someone has to keep you safe. From him, from yourself.”

“But–” you stop and chew on the greasy fries.

“But what? You know, you can be honest with me.”

You take a breath and press your lips tight, “you’re– you were my professor. And you’re older so I don’t–”

“It didn’t stop you before,” he frowns. You flinch and he does too, “sunshine, I don’t mean it like that. I know he hurt you, it wasn’t your fault but if you won’t protect yourself, then you leave me no choice. Haven’t I taken care of you?”

You quiver as a memory tugs at your mind. A wine glass and Laufeyson’s slither, “I will take care of you.” You drop the half-eaten fry and wipe your hands on the serviette. You take a drink of the sugary soda.

“I didn’t ask for you to,” you murmur, “and I know you’ve done a lot but…” your eyes water, “you’re right, I should protect myself. Take care of myself, so maybe you sh-should take that phone–” his blue eyes blaze at you as you speak, “a-and um, return it or s-sell it, and you won’t have to worry about me–”

“Goddammit,” he hisses as he leans in, “do you think it’s a choice for me? Sunshine, how can I not worry about you?”

You sit back, stunned.

He reminds you of Professor in a certain way. Persistent and patronizing. Making you small as he looms large over you, yet different. It’s not that implicit, unspoken coercion, but blunt and brutal possession. While Laufeyson played up the act of desperation, there’s a very genuine sense of it from Bucky.

“Don’t treat me like him,” he sniffs, “I’m not like that. I love you.”

You’re speechless. You put the cup down and meet his gaze, fiery and fervent. Very much unlike Laufeyson. There is no slow roll up the hill, it is a violent, quaking eruption that overflows and consumes.

“You’re fragile, you need to be handled with care. I can do that. I can be patient, I have been.” He taps his fingers on the tray, “can I tell you something?”

“Mhmm,” you hum and pick your nail under the table.

“I text you every morning not just because you need it but because I do,” his eyes bore into you, “it’s the only thing I look forward to. I live this life where everything is routine. Year after year nothing changes. I’m still alone. Until you, sunshine. You’ve made everything so much brighter for me.”

Your stomach churns. That heat of claustrophobia sets in, the exact opposite of the cold dejection cast upon you by Laufeyson. You shudder and hide it by reaching for your wrap, tearing the paper as you focus on the task.

“I’ve never had shawarma before,” you say, “thank you.”

He doesn’t answer right away, as if he’s waiting for something, but you don’t give it to him. He picks up his wrap again and sits forward.

“Dig in,” he says, “you’re young, you should be trying all sorts of new things.”

#loki #bucky barnes #dark loki #dark bucky barnes #dark!loki #dark!bucky barnes #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #series #drabble #forbidden lessons #dark drabble #dark!drabble #ask drabble #mcu #marvel #professor!loki #professor!bucky.

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unfinshedsentec · 3 years ago

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Hello! I just recently stumbled across your blog and I really love the way you write for Mikey and Izana, your version of them is so comforting! If you refuse to write this request, please don't feel bad! It's also worth saying that you can take your time to write this, please don't rush and take care of yourself. As for my request: Mikey, Izana, and Kazutora with an s/o who beats a stage 3 cancer and they want to surprise their boyfriend with the good news thanking the boys with all their heart

hi love! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I finally did and I really hope you like it! It was so comforting to write this and I hope you find it comforting too❤️❤️

when they find out you beat cancer!

reader is gender neutral!

characters: mikey, izana, and kazutora

tw: vomit and depression

Mikey

Your battle with cancer had been a long one.

You had chemo, you felt so sick, you were stuck in the hospital constantly, and well, you just felt terrible.

It was truly the worst period time in your life.

You were supposed to be out partying and living life, but instead you were suck inside either sick, or being to much of a risk to go out. But, no matter how bad things got, your boyfriend stuck through it all with you.

Mikey didn’t leave you, and he instead gave you all the love and support he has. He was the only thing in this sucky world that made you feel normal again. In a way, he was your life support.

Well, it turned out that with his and others support, you managed to beat your stage 3 cancer!!!!!! You couldn’t be more excited!!!! You truly couldn’t stop sobbing.

The more people you shared the exciting news with, the more you cried, as they hugged you and sobbed from happiness. Honestly, nothing was more rewarding.

The only person you hadn’t told was Mikey himself, and boy were you excited to tell him. And what better time to tell him then on your 3-year anniversary.

“Soooo” you began, while Mikey sipped his kids’ glass of apple juice.

“Soooo??”

“I have something important to tell you…” you continued, the anticipation killing you.

“Oh shit” Mikey replied, honestly scared. “Am I in trouble?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s something else”

“Oh…what is it?”

“I’m…..” you began, a big grin forming on your face. “CANCER FREE”

Mikey went quiet. I mean dead quiet. His face was blank, and his eyes just screamed that nothing was going on in that head of his. Clearly, he was processing what you said, but knowing Mikey, it’s gonna take some time.

“Would you like me to repeat that?”

“Yes”

“I’m cancer free!!”

This time, his mouth just dropped open, so wide that you swear you saw a fly flew in. I mean, this man really had a hard time processing it. But after around 20 minutes of being unresponsive, he suddenly stood up with possibly the bright look on his face.

“REALLY?! Y-YOUR CANCER FREE??”

“YES”

Then, Mikey raced over to you, picked you up, and spun you in circles. You sobbed as he gripped on to you as tight as possible, almost as if the world was ending. Mikey even started sobbing from happiness. And he only teared up more as you continued.

“….If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would’ve lived through it all. So, thank you Mikey, thank you for saving me! I love you more than words can say!”

“I love too….and god, I’m so glad y-you’re okay”

Now, you guys can live out the happy future he always dreamed of, the same future you had longed for. You could be happy without worrying about cancer’s dumbass.

And my god nothing was more satisfying than that.

Izana

Izana was a trooper through this whole cancer thing.

He was there while you struggled through the chemo. He was there while you cried from fear, and from depression. He tagged along on almost all of your appointments and made sure to held your hand through everything he could.

He held your hair back when you threw up and took care of you when you need it. When you couldn’t go places from risk, Izana would be sure you had even more fun than you would’ve. Not only that, but he was even nice enough to help pay for your medical bills, no matter how expensive they would be.

Izana really was your little cheerleader, and that was what kept you going through dark times.

Now, the dark times were done, and you beat your stage 3 cancer!! It was a long, hard-fought battle, but you were victorious.

You beat cancers ass!

Unfortunately, because of COVID, no one could go with you to find out. So, you had the honors of being able to tell your loved ones in your own way. And of course, Izana was first.

When Izana tiredly came home after a long day of doing whatever he does, he was surprised to see you looking up at him so happily, with a cake in your hands.

“Izana! Sit down, sit down!”

Izana was honestly scared while you ushered him toward a barstool in the kitchen island.

He figured that either something horrible happened, you did something you weren’t supposed too, or maybe on the off chance, something good happened. But knowing Izana, he immediately figured it was something bad.

“Love? What’s all this for?” Izana questioned, still confused.

“You’ll see!” you answered setting the cake box down in front of him.

Curiously, Izana glanced at the cake box, wondering just why you were acting there something with the cake.

It was only when you opened the box and revealed the cake with “I’m cancer free” on it, that he understood what was going on.

“WAIT…REALLY?! LIKE ACTUALLY?!”

“Yeah! I just found out today and I really wanted you to be the first to know, cause y’know…. if it wasn’t for you, I really don’t think I’d have been able to pull through. So, thank you, thank you for sticking with me through it all. Thank you for loving me through it. Thank you for keeping me alive” you shakily said, tearing up mid-way through.

Izana only stared you shocked, before he dropped his head, a shadow covering his face. At first you though for whatever reason he was sad or disappointed, but when he looked back up at you with tear covered cheeks, you knew what it really was.

Soon enough he came running over to you, and pulled you into his chest, his body shacking for the sobs.

“Finally! Finally, you’re alright!”

You weren’t sure how long you and Izana stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms but it was a long time. It was just such a happy, memorable moment.

Even afterwards, when you guys settled down and just binged on cake and tv was memorable. This was definetly one of the best moments of your life.

Now, you could be happy. You could live the life you wanted to without worry. You could be with Izana without worrying when the last time you’ll see him is.

That was the happy ending you always wanted, and it’s what you got. And now, you and Izana could stay by each other’s side for the rest of eternity~

Kazutora

Kazutora knows what it’s like to feel alone. Although your situations are different, he knew you felt alone like he did.

When you got diagnosed with cancer, he knew you were scared, alone, and frankly just tired. And as your boyfriend, he felt that it was his responsibility to make you as happy as possible, even in these dark times.

He helped you through everything from just being depressed, to gaining the courage to go to another doctor’s appointment. He tried his best to go to each appointment and would always be sure to hold your hand when he could. When you had to shave your head, Kazutora was there helping, smiling telling you just how beautiful you were.

Sick or not, you were still the most beautiful person in the world.

Kazutora was the sole purpose that you were able to push through such hard times. And now, after what seems like forever, your finally out of the dark.

You beat your cancer, and now that asshole is in the past!!!

You were beyond ecstatic, as in you practically jumped out of your skin from excited. But in way, you were almost more excited to tell your boyfriend, who you knew would literally shit his pants.

It was no wonder that the moment your appointment was over, you ran right to his house with a big smile on your face.

When you showed up at Kazutora’s front door at 9 a.m, super happy, Kazutora was baffled. He was happy you were in a good mood, but he didn’t know why…

“Hey love! I’ve got some exciting news~”

“Huh? What’s up?” your boyfriend drowsily replied, still half asleep.

“Ummm I kind of wished I did something else to tell you this, but I just couldn’t wait” you began, already tearing up. “I just found out I’m cancer free!!”

Kazutora just stared at you, like you were a ghost. He was still pretty out of it, so to him this was some sort’ve dream.

That’s why he pinched you.

“OW!” you yelled, smacking away his hand. “I told you I’m cancer free and all I get is a pinch??”

“This isn’t a dream?!”

“No love, this is real!” you chuckled, before wrapping your hands Kazutora’s waist. “Thank you for everything. Really, if it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would a-alive. Thank you…thank you so much! I love you so so much!!”

Kazutora just stood there, but you knew from the shakes of his chest that he was sobbing too.

You and Kazutora just stood their sobbing for what seemed like an eternity. You of course were happy, but your boyfriend was happier. He was so happy and so relieved that he just cuddled up to you the whole day.

This whole experience had been an awful one, and now that it’s over, if felt like a huge weight was off you and your boyfriends’ shoulders.

Life was good, and now, a whole new happy beginning to your life was starting. And, of course, Kazutora was there through it all, right by your side, just as happy as you!

//end!

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bitchinbarzal · 3 years ago

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bug is mad at Quinn and decides to hide from him, he can’t find her so Quinn calls his family to help

She’d been missing for twenty minutes and he was freaking out

They’d had a minor disagreement and Bug had stormed off, allowing her a couple minutes to cool down before he went to find her.

Issue was - he couldn’t find her.

He’d been searching for so long, stressed and worried.

“Bug, come on this isn’t funny now!”

“Charlotte Ellen, come out right now!”

He was thinking of all the places she could have gone. She was three and was able to open things now.

The front door.

He ran outside screaming for her like a mad man. It was currently the off season so you were staying at the lake house which was not somewhere she knew well unlike Vancouver.

She was taught from the moment she could understand that if she were to ever get lost she told an adult her full name, her parents names and even those closest to hers names. Someone would help her.

But there wasn’t water in the equation in Vancouver, she could be in serious trouble.

He wanted to call you but he couldn’t, you were currently on a flight with bear from Vancouver as you had to go back for some important work stuff a couple days.

So he called the back up team.

His parents and brothers had rushed over having only been down the street to find him still frantically looking for her outside.

“How did you lose her?!”

“It- we- I just need to find her, ok?! Just help me find her!” He was distressed, bordering on tears. So everyone split up.

Luke opted to stay at the house in case she came back.

Jack and his dad had gone door to door to check with neighbours.

Quinn and his mom had gone to check the boats and shoreline.

While walking along looking for her his mom asked “Why did she run off in the first place?”

“She was arguing with me over, I can’t even remember what but she told me she hated me and stormed off. Mom I’ve got to find her, I just- she has to be ok”

Ellen placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in a soothing manner “we’ll find her”

You’d be landing soon enough, that on top of not having your daughter and having to explain why was just brining Quinn’s anxiety into overdrive.

Back at the house Luke was sitting on the back porch, looking out into the water just hoping he’d see her little head pop up on the sand bank.

“Lukey, what doing?” The teenagers head swivels around to see his niece sat next to him, hair all messy and rubbing her tired eyes.

“Bug! Where have you been?!” He exclaimed, picking her up into his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder and she mumbled

“I fell sleep in the closet when I was hiding from daddy”

Immediately calling the family, he told them he had her.

When the phone rang Quinn answered immediately

“Have you found her?!”

“Yeah, yeah man she’s here I’ve got her”

He physically depressed, letting out a breath he had been holding in and speeding home.

Rushing through the house and into the yard where everyone else was he ran to pick up his daughter.

“Oh my goodness, you scared the life out of me! Don’t ever do that again!”

He pulled back to look her over - just to be sure she wasn’t injured.

“Not mad, daddy?” “No I’m so mad but I’m more scared right now so we’ll talk tomorrow ok?”

She nodded slightly “M’kay”

For the rest of the night Quinn wasn’t more than a couple feet from Bug. Eyes always on her.

When you’d returned that night you put Bear to bed before finding yours empty.

Making your way to Bug’s room you found both your husband and daughter. You watched them both asleep, his hand holding her tiny one.

“Q? Quinn, wake up babe” shaking his shoulders softly waiting for him to completely wake up.

“Huh? Oh you’re home” you chuckled

“Yeah babe I’m home, come to bed?”

He looked up between you and his sleeping daughter “I’m gonna stay here tonight”

“Everything ok?”

“We’ll talk tomorrow, I just wanna be with our girl”

#bugs world

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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Inner Conflict

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Some Angst, Some Fluff, Sam and Bucky being idiots, Mentions of PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression

A/N: Here’s Part Three to my FATWS Series, which I’m making a masterlist for that you can find Here.

Uh…it’s a little long, and I apologize for that. It doesn’t even encompass the whole second episode, only the first half, so a Part 3.5 will be coming out later today probably (it’s my day off work so I have all day to relax and write!) I tried not doing a line for line rewrite of the episode, but there are quotes from the show in here. Mostly it’s Reader’s thoughts and feelings towards what’s happening while conversations are going on around. Reader’s backstory is a bit more unfurled. It’s more action packed and more scene-for-scene of the episode than the previous two. Less emotions shared and less hurt/comfort type of thing, but that’ll be back in the next part probably along with more scenes not in the show. The next part I’m planning won’t be as long, it’ll mainly just be the Couples Therapy scene and a bit more angst with her and Sam and her and Bucky.

Because there’s four more episodes and I don’t know what’s going to happen in them, I’m kinda hesitant on spilling out exactly what is going on with the Reader and what her role was on the original team, but we’ll get there. Also, I wasn’t expecting to be writing multiple pieces for one episode, but if the other episodes are as packed as this one, prepare yourself for more parts than anticipated. We’re already on Part 3 and I’ve got Part 3.5 coming. Just bare with me as I don’t know what’s going to happen in future episodes! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

(Not beta’d so excuse any mistakes.)

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

Walking out of the shower, ruffling a towel through your hair to dry it off, you froze at the sound of the TV. A sigh left your lips. It’s all he’d been doing the last few days - watching the news. Keeping up with the tour for the new Captain America.

You peeked out of the small bedroom to find Bucky sitting on the floor, brow creased as he watched John Walker talk to the Good Morning America hostess.

“You shouldn’t be watching that.” You spoke up, leaning on the doorway, still patting your hair dry. He glanced over to you, taking in the towel wrapped around you, before looking back at the TV. Seeing you like that wasn’t anything new. “Buck, I’m serious. Brooding over it won’t make anything better.”

“What do you want me to do?”

You let out a sigh, shifting your feet and biting your lip as you thought about how to respond. “I-I haven’t figured it out yet. But obsessing over the new guy-”

“Aren’t you mad?”

You frowned at his question, his eyes meeting yours once more. “I told you already that I am.”

He tilted his head, which he did when he was confused, his eyes narrowing. “Why don’t you show it? Why aren’t you screaming or cursing or crying or something? You, of all people-”

“Because it won’t help anything, Buck.” You shook your head, pushing off the wall. “I want to. But if I let myself go down that road…” Dropping your gaze to the floor, you take a breath, collecting your thoughts. “This is such a complicated situation, James. I’m being contacted left and right for a statement on the new Captain. People trying to see my reaction. Senators trying to get me to meet with him. I can’t let myself snap. I can’t.”

He scowled. “They’re still bothering you?”

A dry chuckle escaped your lips and you nodded. “Makes me miss the days when no one knew who I was; when I was the behind-the-scenes seventh Avenger. But I made that choice to come out, and I have to deal with the consequences now. Blowing up will only-”

“Even though I never met him…he feels like a brother.”

That one statement stopped you in your tracks. Bucky’s head whipped back to the TV, his jaw ticking, his nose scrunching up.

“Did he really just say that?”

Bucky merely nodded, his chest heaving as he tried getting his breathing under control. “Feel like snapping now?”

You purse your lips as you held in the tears stinging your eyes. After composing yourself, you moved over and grabbed the remote, letting out a tiny sniffle as you did so. You tentatively touched Bucky’s shoulder, silently asking him if he needed anything from you. His response was to open his arms, so you quickly got down besides him to hold him.

“He is my brother, doll.”

“I know, Buck.” You pressed a soft kiss to his head, which rested against your bare shoulder.

Your bare knees are pressed harshly against the wooden panels of the floor, and you’re twisted awkwardly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. As long as he was comfortable, you would take the uncomfortable position. As long as he was being held, you would take the soreness it would leave. As long as you could help him be some sort of okay, you would take not being okay in this position.

You two sat like that for a few more moments before your phone buzzed. You gave a sigh, pulling back and holding his cheeks in either hand. He wasn’t crying, although he was on the verge of doing so. You’d seen him cry before, so you knew he didn’t mind. For you it was a different story.

Bucky had maybe seen you cry twice since the whole Blip thing went down. And one of them was over the phone, so he didn’t see it so much as he heard it. You didn’t let yourself cry in front of him. Or anyone, for that matter. It was a part of you. The only person you ever felt comfortable enough around to cry in front of…wasn’t there. And you couldn’t change that.

“We’ll figure it out.” You told him, nodding gently and letting a small, sad smile quirk the corners of your lips up. “Okay? We’ll figure it out.”

The clench in his jaw loosened as your fingers worked circles into the hinge, making him relax and nod back. You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before standing up, moving across the room to where your phone was on the counter. You assumed it’d be another government official or news reporter, so you were slightly shocked to see ‘Sammy’ flashing up at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you read his message, a slight pout forming on your face.

“Doll?” Toned arms wrapped around you, warm and cool, his chin setting on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Sam. He needs my help with something.”

“I’m coming with you.”

You turned in his arms, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why?”

He shrugged, licking his lips. “You might need help.”

“Bucky, you can’t go if you’re just going to yell at him.”

“I won’t.”

You studied his features. He was lying, you knew that. Of course he was going to snap at Sam for giving up the shield. He was mad and they got on each others’ nerves every chance they could find, so of course he was going to.

But you still found yourself saying yes and telling him to go pack a bag. You were never able to say no to Steve and it seemed that got passed on. What a nuisance it was.

****************

And you were so right. It was the first thing he said once Sam came into view coming down the stairs.

“You shouldn’t have given up the shield, Sam.”

“James.” You squeezed the hand he was holding, voice pleading for him not to do this right now. He huffed, stepping back to let you greet Sam properly, giving the man a hug. “Hi, Sammy.”

“It’s been a while.” Sam commented, pulling back and holding you by the shoulders. “You look good. Not that you’ve ever looked otherwise.”

You gave him a small smile. “You do too.”

“Thanks for coming. I know it’s short notice, but-”

“It’s fine, Sam. Really.” You insist.

Sam nodded, before eyeing Bucky. “Did you have to bring him?”

“Samuel-”

“This is wrong.” Bucky cut in, staring Sam down, falling into step besides him as the man started heading outside.

“James-”

“Hey, hey. Look. I’m working, all right?”

You rolled your eyes as the two started arguing, stopping your stride to take a breather. You used to joke about babysitting them, but it didn’t feel like a joke anymore and you were getting tired of it. All the bickering for no reason. The contempt they held for one another. Steve made you promise that you would look out for them, and you were trying, but they weren’t making it easy.

When you joined them again, you raised an eyebrow at the direction the conversation turned. How the hell did they get from arguing about the shield to what a wizard is?

“Ahh! Haha! A sorcerer is a wizard without a hat!”

You gave Sam a look as he babbled about how he was right. “Sorcerer Mickey has a hat. Isn’t that, like, how he gets his powers and everything?”

Bucky grinned at you. “Thank you!”

“Excuse you!” Sam scoffed, pointing an accusing finger at you. “We were having a conversation!”

“Yeah. A stupid conversation I just ended. Now I’m gonna be in the plane. Feel free to join me when you’re done being idiots.”

They both spluttered, but you were already walking away, leaving no room for arguments. As you loaded onto the plane, you spotted the Lieutenant whom Sam mentioned who had been helping him out with missions. Torres, you thought, remembering his name from a previous phone call with your friend.

“You Lieutenant Torres?” You asked, walking up to him.

He blinked, before his eyes widened, a grin appearing on his face. He seemed young, which you were perfectly okay with considering you’ve been working alongside old men for the past decade. It was always nice to work with a fresh face, which you found after you started working with Wanda and Peter.

The thought of the two youngest members made you falter, not having heard from either of them since Christmas almost six months prior, but you quickly recovered yourself, shaking away the worries you had for them.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N! I’m a huge fan! I’ve read all your files!”

Chuckling a little, you held out your hand. “Most of those are heavily classified.”

He ducked his head with a little blush, rubbing the back of his neck after shaking your hand. “I, uh, I might’ve…used connections.”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him, throwing him a wink. “I won’t tell. Can you tell me what’s going on? Sam didn’t exactly explain the situation.”

He nodded, getting into ‘work mode’, something you’ve seen in most military men, informing you of their recent missions and the group known as the Flag-Smashers and giving you a file on them. He was in the middle of telling you about his solo mission in Germany when your two fellas came in, sending each other small glares, but remaining quiet.

Bucky caught your eye and sent an apologetic look your way, to which you just smiled at before turning back to Torres.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay.” You told him once he was done.

“Oh yeah. It wasn’t that bad.”

You laughed and nodded. “I’m sure. You seem like a tough kid.”

He smiled, before looking around and jabbing his thumb behind his shoulder. “I-I’ve gotta go, but-”

“We can talk later.” You promised with a grin.

“Really?!”

“Of course! I have a feeling we’ll be working together more, and I like getting to know who’s gonna have my back.”

He beamed and nodded, walking backwards. “That’d be awesome! Talk to you later then!”

You giggled as he turned around and jogged off, pumping his fist in the air. You turned to a grinning Sam and nodded towards where Torres left. “I like him. Seems like a nice kid.”

“He is. Very energetic. A little reckless, but he’s got a good heart.”

You hummed, the smile falling from your face as you flipped through the file Torres gave you. “So…Munich?”

“Yeah. Listen, I’m sorry again for taking you away from the search, but-”

“Search is off.” You informed him quickly, not looking up. “Until further notice.”

The plane went quiet, before Sam cleared his throat. “So…no sign of Wanda yet, then?”

You shut the file, looking up at the men whose features were laced with concern. “I’m gonna go talk to the pilot. Behave while I’m gone. No pushing each other off the plane.”

“Doll?”

You were stopped by the hand that grabbed your wrist as you passed Bucky. You shot him another smile, knowing it wasn’t convincing enough for him, but it being the best one you had. “I’m okay. I’ve just gotta ask him some questions.”

************

Opening your mouth to stop him, you groaned when Bucky jumped out of the plane before you could speak. First Sam jumps without sharing the plan, then Bucky jumps without having a plan. Or a parachute. Or wings. Or anything.

Torres looked at you, but all you could do was shrug. “I dunno what to tell you, kid.”

“You’re not gonna do that, are you?”

“No.” You reassured him, shaking your head. “I’m gonna wait ‘til we land like a normal person and take my bike. I just have to pray that they’ll wait to do anything stupid until I get there.”

They didn’t wait. You’re pretty sure they didn’t even think about waiting. By the time you got to them, they were fighting - and losing, might you add - to six really strong people on top of two semi trucks.

Because why wouldn’t they?

Oh, oh. And on top of that, the fake was there, throwing the shield. The shield that didn’t belong to him. The shield that meant so much more than he would ever know.

“Hi, doll! Sorry we started the party without you!” Bucky shouted from where he was hanging off the edge, that close to the street and getting his head torn off by the tire.

“I’m so tired of babysitting you two, you know that?!”

“Oh! Sorry we’re such an inconvenience for you! Blame him! He jumped the gun!” Sam shouted, coming to fly next to you as you rolled up your sleeves, standing on your bike, using one hand to steer.

“Can I get a little help already?!”

“Sam-!”

“On it!”

Knowing that no matter how much they pissed each other off, Sam would make sure Bucky was okay and vice versa, you focused on getting to the top, where Walker and a buddy of his were struggling a little bit.

You climbed up to the roof of the semi no one was on, wincing when you heard your bike skidding across the pavement. There goes half your salary.

You couldn’t dwell on it for very long, considering one of the guys appeared in front of you. You recognized the fighting - the strength - and faltered, a memory resurfacing at a very bad time.

“C’mon, honey. You can do better than that.” Steve grinned at you, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Excuse me for not having super strength, Rogers.” You huffed out, taking it and letting him pull you up.

“You don’t need to be stronger than me. You just need to be smarter.”

“That’ll be easy.” You teased, stretching your arms before getting into your stance again. “You’re a dumbass sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, who chose to be friends with this dumbass?”

“Everyone needs a dumbass for a friend.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “So I’m your dumbass?”

“If you want.”

The grin he shot you made your heart skip a beat. “If you’ll have me.”

You blinked, but Steve wasn’t in front of you anymore and you weren’t in the gym in DC.

The guy caught the punch you distractedly threw and twisted your arm, making you cry out, kicking him in the back of the knee and flipping him over your shoulder.

You went to kick him again, but he caught your leg and threw you against the side of the other semi. You were able to grab onto where Bucky had ripped through the side, but you winced as the metal cut through your palm. Sam had just flown under the trucks, taking Buck with him, and you knew when a fight wasn’t worth it, so you quickly moved around the truck, letting Walker and his pal distract the Flag-Smashers, before letting yourself fall onto the side where the grass was.

You wanted to lay there, to catch your breath and curse yourself for getting distracted. You hadn’t had a flashback like that in a while. But you didn’t let yourself. You had to make sure the guys were okay.

Standing up made you cringe; you could feel the throbbing in your shoulder from where it was no doubt dislocated and your leg was aching, the muscle probably pulled when the guy threw you.

“Doll!” You turned, seeing Bucky and Sam sprinting towards you a few yards down the road. “Hey, hey.” Bucky immediately had his hands hovering over you, scanning your body. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, shoving his hands away. “I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

“I think I dislocated it.”

Sam frowned. “What the hell happened?”

You gave him a weird look, starting to limp across the field to where you noticed a side road earlier. “They were super soldiers, Sam. And we got our asses kicked.”

“Yeah, but you know how to fight a super soldier-”

“It’s been a while.”

“Bullshit.” Sam side stepped in front of you, making you stop. “What happened?”

“I-I just got distracted, okay?”

“Y/N. Look at me.” Bucky took your face between his palms, eyes worried. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. A tired sigh left your lips and you looked anywhere but his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just hurting. My leg, I think I pulled it or something-”

“C’mere.” Bucky turned and crouched down, making you blink.

“What?”

“You shouldn’t be walking. We don’t wanna make it worse.”

“But it’s just a strain, it won’t-”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Just get on the man’s back, Y/N.”

You bit your lip before sighing and carefully climbing on his back. He shifted you gently, making sure to hold your leg with caution, leaning his head into yours when you hooked your chin on his shoulder. “You-you don’t have to talk about what happened. Just-just know that when you do…I’ll be here, okay?”

You nodded, moving to press your nose against the column of his throat. “Okay.”

But you could never tell them. How could you? How could you tell the world’s longest POW that you were having nightmares? How could you complain to an Air Force vet who served two tours in Afghanistan and watched his best friend get blown out of the air that you were having flashbacks?

You weren’t sure if it was PTSD or anxiety or depression. Maybe all three. It didn’t matter, though, because you didn’t want to admit it. You wouldn’t admit it. No one thought the Blip messed you up that badly. No one thought Steve leaving did that much damage. And you were okay with that. You were okay with them thinking you were healing - that you were fine - because they needed to see that it could be done. That they could be fine, too. Especially the men walking, Sam teasing Bucky per usual.

It wasn’t until a horn honked that you allowed yourself to be pulled out of your thoughts. A scoff left you when you realized who it was, switching the side you were laying on so your cheek pressed up against the cool metal of his left shoulder, facing away from the jeep.

You tried ignoring the guy as he talked about working together and shit, taking a shuddering breath, making Bucky squeeze your uninjured thigh. There was no way you were working with him. You couldn’t. It’d be like betraying Steve and you didn’t need that on top of all the other things you were dealing with.

You couldn’t deny the need for a ride though. The airport was 20 miles away and you were hurting pretty bad. You suspected that was the reason the guys relented, Bucky tenderly setting you down in the jeep between him and Sam, careful of your injuries.

You stared at your lap as Walker and Sam talked shop. You understood where they were coming from, you were always able to see both sides of the coin, but it didn’t mean you were going to willingly work with him.

“I got mad respect for all of y’all, but you were kind of getting your asses kicked till we showed up.”

You scoffed at that, finally raising your eyes to meet Walker’s friend’s. “Like you were doing any better?”

Bucky reached over to grab her hand that was resting on her lap. “You know, I’ve been trying to get in contact with you.” Walker faced you, eyes raking down your form. Bucky shifted in his spot, but you ran your thumb over his knuckles before he could do or say anything stupid.

“Yeah. I know. My phone hasn’t stopped blowing up for a week. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Walker frowned. “If you just answered-”

“I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you’ve done. I’ve been a little busy doing my job to blow smoke up your ass on national television. Sorry if my saving people’s lives has been an inconvenience for you, but some wannabe playing dress up isn’t my top priority.”

Walker’s brows furrowed and he was about to say something, when Bucky cut in, asking his friend who he was. You were already that close to jumping out of the jeep, when the guy, Hoskins, told you three that he went by ‘Battlestar’.

If the situation wasn’t so aggravating, you would’ve laughed when Bucky immediately told the driver to stop, opening the door before the car even stopped. “C’mere, doll.” He murmured, lifting you up into his arms bridal style, before walking off, tuning out Walker as he shouted after you two.

You pouted a little when you saw Sam still talking to the guy. “What’re they talking about, Buck?”

“Some nonsense about him not replacing Steve. Just trying to be the best Captain America he can.”

You laid your head against Bucky’s chest. “The best Captain America is Steve. He can never be Steve.”

“I know, doll.”

“Steve told me once that all he was trying to do was be a good man…it’ll always amaze me that he didn’t see he was the best.”

You missed the distraught look Bucky shot towards you, the look in his eyes almost heartbroken while you talked fondly about his best friend. The tortured scrunch to his features seemed to melt away at your next words, though, and he held you tighter as you curled into his hold.

“Just like it amazes me that you don’t know how important you are to me too, Buckaroo.”

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dbnightingale24 · 3 years ago

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

Holiday Mr. Freezy One Shot

Okay, so I’m just gonna start this off by saying that this is the darkest I’ve ever written. If you’re not into dark stories, PLEASE DO NOT READ this. Now, this is supposed to be a holiday follow up to ‘The Darker Side Of You’, but there was no way I could post this on Christmas lol. I almost didn’t post this at all, but thanks to @jtargaryen18 (a true angel), I am. Idk, buckle up and get ready for holiday cheer...Mr. Freezy style.

Word Count: 6558

Warnings: 18+, MINORS STAY FAR AWAY FROM THIS, dub-con, talks of murder, implied child murder, suicide attempt, SMUT, fluff (but like...Mr. Freezy fluff, so it’s a warning), murder, swearing, smoking, drinking, smoking, drinking, fighting, arguing, depression, conspiring to commit murder, murder kink, Stockholm Syndrome ...just read with caution. Read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert was slowly turning you into his perfect little homemaker, but what happens when he decides that sharing you with anyone is out of the question?

I do not give permission or consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I DO NOT condone any of this behavior, this is purely for entertainment purposes.

“Fuck me harder, please!” you softly slur as you beg Robert who is fucking you senseless from behind.

“C’mon baby, I know you can be louder than that for me,” he pants, his grip on you getting tighter.

“Shit! Tommy is sleeping-”

“Who gives a fuck?!” he exclaims, frustrated, and he pulls out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you snap, turning to face him and laying on your back.

“You’re so worried about waking up Tommy-”

“Oh, don’t start being a little bitch because everything isn’t about you all the fucking time!”

“Watch it-” he warned, darkness and lust very present in his eyes.

“Or what? The fucking least you could do is get me off! Jesus, I play along with this fucked up and ridiculous charade enough, don’t I?”

“If I recall correctly, you were all too happy to play along when you heard Samantha crying and begging for me not to fuck you while she was tied up,” he chuckled darkly, a devilish smile on his face. “And when I strangled her to death, you watched with pure glee as you got yourself off, then sucked my cock like the little whore you are as soon as her last breath left her body.”

“Fuck Robert,” you moan softly, not breaking eye contact with him as you clench your thighs together in a weak attempt to fight off the pressure building up between your legs.

“You were such a good little slut for me that night and I want you to be just as good tonight, you understand you little bitch?”

“Robert-”

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s sleeping! Bring him up one more time and I’ll solve the problem myself,” he warns ominously.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you scowl with a small hiccup “you wanna hear me scream?” you ask opening your legs. “Fucking work for it, you piece of shit.”

“Gladly,” he growls before pulling you towards him roughly as a small, drunken giggle escapes you.

You and Robert have been living in a sick and twisted hell for almost two years. Two years since Robert ruined the life you loved & forced you into hell with him.

You aren’t any closer to loving him but he’s all you have. He made sure to make himself all you had. He got you to stop talking to your friends and made sure to alienate you from your family (all by threatening to murder them), and he barely let you go out without him. The only time being when you needed to go grocery shopping, but even that had its setbacks. If you weren’t in the house after an hour and a half, he made sure to punish you later on at night.

You remember the first time you decided to test those waters and how it ended.

“Where the fuck were you?” Robert growled for the third time as you got dinner ready in your parents house.

“I’ve already told you-”

“Samantha gets grocery shopping in half the time-”

“Do I fucking look like Samantha to you? Besides, she isn’t being held captive in her own fucking house,” you muttered as you took a glass out of the cabinet.

“Y/N, I swear to Christ, you been talkin’ to the fuckin’-”

“The fucking who, Robert? The cops? My friends? My family? You’ll what? Kill them? Kill me? I fucking wish you so I could free of you, finally!” you snapped, finally reaching your breaking point.

You heard his fist colliding with your face before you felt it.

“I better not fucking find out you’re doing shit that you shouldn’t be doing, you little bitch,” he spat before roughly gripping your hair. “Or I swear to God, I’ll make you wish that I’d slowly killed you in that fucking warehouse,” he warned in a low growl.

“You’re acting like I don’t already,” you replied coldly before pushing him away from you and storming out of kitchen.

Yes, you told yourself he was all you had, but deep down in places you don’t and won’t talk about, some small part of you started to care for him.

You figured it would only a matter of time, because he was the only other person in your life. You cleaned his wounds, you listened to him when he vented his frustrations, you made him dinner, you fucked him daily, and he took care of you.

No, he was no fucking knight in shinning armor, but if you let yourself ignore what was happening, you could pretend just enough. Pretend he wasn’t a monster, pretend he hadn’t destroyed your life, pretend he hadn’t ripped almost every bit of innocence left in you, and pretend that he wasn’t turning you into someone you weren’t particularly a fan of.

However, for as much s you’ve started to care for him, it will never how much you hate him. How much you truly despise him for ruining everything.

But what could you do? Robert made it very clear that he was never going to set you free, and that you’d never leave his side.

At first, it was hell on earth. Especially after the funeral for Samantha. Killing his wife had been the first gift he’d ever given you. Yes, Robert was the one who had ruined your life, but by Samantha turning a blind eye to his cheating and never questioning what he did for a living, she was just as responsible as far as you were concerned.

The funeral was extremely mundane and you thought of telling everyone that it had been your idea, just so they would stop offering sympathy and leave you alone. It wasn’t enough that you had made it through the whole day without rolling your eyes and scoffing as everyone offered Robert their sympathies and condolences. No, you had to sit there and pretend to be the neighbor who took sympathy and felt bad for him and his son, Tommy. Who had to be sad that she lost a good family friend when she had just lost her parents not too long ago.

The whole thing was pathetic.

Whenever you think about that night, it has you excited and yearning for Robert in all the ways you shouldn’t.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Robert grunted as you continued to grind your hips against his and your clit rubbed against his pelvis. “Best fuckin' pussy I’ve ever been in!”

“Why....how could you both do this!?” Samantha cried from the chair she was bound to, blood dripping from her mouth and nose. “I trusted you, Y/N! You fucking bitch!”

“Oh? Aren’t you just a dirty fucking slut?” Robert groaned with a sick smile as you clenched around him and he started kneading your nipples between his fingers, as your pace quickened. “Keep goin’, Sam. It’s gettin’ her off,” he chuckled.

“I hate you both! I hate you both so fucking much!” she wailed and it was just enough to send you over the edge into one of the most powerful orgasms you’d ever had with Robert’s name leaving your lips as a desperate cry.

“You okay baby?” Robert asked, caressing your face softly. When all you did was nod, he pulled you close and kissed you deeply, and it almost felt as if he genuinely gave a shit about you. “Another round or do you think now is a good time?”

“I could do this all night,” you smirked, still coming down from your high, “but Tommy has school in a few hours and someone needs to be there when he wakes up.”

“Such a good girl,” Robert chuckled before kissing you again.

“Tommy? If you think you’re keeping Tommy after all this-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Robert interrupted harshly. “Did you really think I would beat the shit out of you and let you go? Fuck Y/N in front of you for hours and let you just leave? God, you really are a stupid cunt,” he scoffed as you slowly got off of him, groaning in dissatisfaction at the fact that he was no longer filling you up.

“What do you mean-”

“I’m going to fucking kill you. If you ask me, it’s been long overdue,” he smirked as you lit your own cigarette before using it to light his and pass it to him.

“What?! No! You wouldn’t! You can’t! HELP!” she screamed, her tears coming harder.

“No one can fucking hear you,” you laughed, before taking another drag from your cigarette. “Trust me, he held me here for two weeks.”

“He...he what?! Y/N, you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t know-”

“But you knew that he was cheating on you,” you snapped. “You knew that he was keeping secrets about what he does for a living, but you decided to turn a blind eye to it, because it made your life easier! He killed my parents! He brought me here and raped me until he was all I wanted! He was able to destroy my life because you did nothing!” you yelled as Robert chuckled. “So now, I’m going to sit here and do nothing as he takes your life. I’m going to sit here, enjoy it, get off on it, and then I’m going to fuck him in front of your lifeless body. You wanna know why? Because it’s the fucking least I could do to thank you,” you smirked before laying back on the bed.

“I fucking love it when you’re an evil little bitch,” Robert smiled at you before taking a final drag from his cigarette and throwing it to the ground. “Lets get this over with so I can get back to perfect little pussy.”

“No baby, this is my gift. I want you to drag it out like you promised,” you moaned as you started to softly rub your clit.

“Whatever you want, Sweetheart. You’re the one calling the shots tonight,” he shrugged. “God, I’ve waited so fucking long to do this,” he laughed darkly at Samantha before wrapping his hands around her throat.

Once Samantha was finally dead, you were on your knees for Robert in almost an instant. Happy to please him in any way he wanted since he gave you the one thing you truly wanted most of all.

However, with Samantha’s death came the job of now playing lovers with Robert, which didn’t come without its setbacks.

“You’re not gonna fucking sleep around on me, Pronge!” you shouted as you two stood in your parents living room.

“Someone jealous?” he chuckled.

“No, you piece of shit! If this is to be my new life now, you’re going to make it somewhat bearable. That includes me not not looking like the town fool!”

“Or what? You’ll leave me?” he laughed, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.

“No, I’ll try to fucking kill myself again, and I’ll succeed this time because I’ll shoot myself with one of your guns,” you replied coolly and you saw his entire demeanor change.

He had instantly remembered your last attempt after the last physical fight you two got into.

You usually backed down and just sulked, but that night you fought back with all the energy and courage you had, not giving up until he had you pinned against the bedroom door and fucked you roughly and painfully, before leaving you on the floor and going out to do whatever it was he needed or wanted to do that night.

You’d stayed on that floor and cried for hours, before forcing yourself downstairs and into the kitchen and deciding that enough was enough. Who you were becoming, what you were allowing, and what got you off only made you hate yourself more each day. You had never been this person and you didn’t want to become more and more unfamiliar with yourself.

You refused to keep going on like this.

You found the sharpest knife and took it to your wrists and just let yourself sink down onto the floor, memories of your life flashing before your eyes as the world around you started to fade out.

The good and the bad.

“Y/N!?” Robert drunkenly called, as he slammed the door shut behind him.

You said nothing an hoped the darkness would consume you before he’d have a chance to save you.

“Y/N!? Don’t fuckin’ make me...Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed as he ran to your side, napkins and towels in hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I...I have to go,” you stated simply before slipping away.

“Fuckin’ bitch! Don’t you dare fuckin’ die on me!” was the last thing you heard before the darkness took you.

When you woke up, to your dismay, there was a white light and a lot of beeping machines.

‘He’d got me to the hospital in time? Fuck!’ you thought to yourself as you slowly came to, trying run your hands through your hair, only to find that you’d been restrained. ‘Fucking great.’

“You’re up,” Robert slurred softly, his gaze on you soft. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I think it’s pretty clear what I was thinking,” you croaked, your mouth dry, as you looked away from him. “You couldn’t be kind just let me fucking die?”

“You really think I’d ever let you take yourself from me? That I’d let anyone or anything take you from me?” he questioned angrily. “What the fuck am I supposed to do without you?!”

“I don’t know, be a better parent to Tommy? Be a parent, at all?” you questioned with a laugh. “Maybe not be a fucking murderer,” you muttered to yourself.

“Fuck him! All he does and bitch and complain!” Robert scowled as he sank further into his seat.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, the doctor came in and decided to explain everything to Robert, since he’d put himself as your emergency contact on the clipboard.

From then on, things changed drastically between you and Robert.

He never laid a hand on you again, he stopped sleeping around (which you could tell by all the glares you received from the women around the little suburban hell you two called home), he was never out or away too late, he made an attempt to be at least pleasant, and he attempted to be romantic by buying you skimpy outfits that you could wear for him around the house.

He also hid all of his weapons from you.

In an attempt to accept your hell with grace and dignity, you did your best to be civil. When he came home with blood on himself, his clothes, or both, you didn’t look at him with pure disgust, you didn’t question him about work, you tried to have dinner ready for him when he came home, and you made yourself available to him for whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

You also, in a way, started care more.

You’d never allow yourself to believe that he loved you, but on some level, he did to seem give somewhat of a shit about you. Or, at least, he was obsessed enough to take care of you.

Well, take care of you in a way that suited him.

No, it was by no means romantic or deal, but you’d done everything in your power to get away from him and it hadn’t worked at all. The only thing left to do was give up and accept your fate.

This also meant you’d have to accepted the role of step-mother to Tommy.

That was the other thing.

What also came along with Samantha’s death was the hardest challenge: raising Tommy.

You know that your own cruel and evil desires are what drove to the current hell you were living in, but Tommy is part of the reason you decided to play house with Robert. Tommy had done nothing to deserve the current life he was living and being left with the worst parent on planet earth, so you took it upon yourself to fill the roll of being a mother.

Well, to the best of your ability.

Before Robert came along, you craved to be the type of mother your own mother had been. Loving, thoughtful, strong, funny, caring, brave, and devoted. You couldn’t wait to have a family of your own with your own ‘Mr. Right’ and to take on motherly duties. You really did try with Tommy but you just couldn’t do it. It’s not like there was anything wrong with the child. He was sweet, compassionate, loving, innocent, and so incredibly considerate. No, the issue wasn’t so much Tommy as much as it was who his parents were. You’d hated his mother and you tolerate his father because he’s all you have at this point.

You looked at Tommy now and saw regret and felt anger.

It’s not like Robert hadn’t noticed how unhappy you were. He’d gotten you pregnant twice and both times you’d aborted them, just like you’d told him you would. Yeah, there was hell to pay, but it was worth it as long as you didn’t have to bring another Pronge into the world.

“I can snap his neck and you wouldn’t even know. He’ll just look like he’s sleeping,” Robert suggested one night as he put the video camera away, like it was no big deal.

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped, pulling your nightgown on “don’t you touch a hair on that boy’s head!”

“Why not? He’s unhappy, you’re unhappy-”

“Enough Robert,” you warned as you got out of bed to clean yourself off.

“We should get married. That way, when you’re pregnant with my kid, the town won’t think of you as a whore. Hell, you’d have two Pronge’s of your own if you’d stop killing them.”

“I’m not fucking marrying you, Robert, or having your fucking kids. I’m playing house with you, that’s enough. Besides, I saw what you did to your last wife, no fucking thanks.”

“I did that for you, baby,” he smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “And if I recall correctly, you fucking loved it.”

“Yeah, so I’m not setting myself up to be the next Mrs. Pronge for you to kill in front of your next deranged sex slave.”

“You know you mean more to me than that.”

“I fucking hate you,” you spat as you looked at your reflections in the bathroom mirror

“I know you do, baby. And I love you,” he responded softly, before forcing you to bend over and thrusting himself into you.

Since that conversation, you’ve done your best to love Tommy as your own. To be patient with him, to make time for him, to help him, and to care for him since you know Robert never will. However, the harder you tried to love him, the harder it became. He needed a mother and you just didn’t know how to be one for him. Before everything happened, you loved him with every fiber of your being. But now? Now, you can’t look at him and see anything besides Samantha and Robert.

How the hell were you going to raise him to be a stable and capable adult? How were you supposed to raise him to be better than his father? How were you supposed to be his way out when all you wanted to do was pretend that he doesn’t exist?

Robert’s P.O.V

As I watch you bring in the mail, mindlessly going through junk and invites for Christmas parties, I can’t stop the smile that comes to my face at your dissatisfaction.

“Do we feel like bullshitting through another Christmas party with the Kingsley’s?” you sigh as you take a seat at the kitchen isle.

“What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna stay home.”

“Home?”

“Here. Don’t fucking start,” you snap.

“This is your childhood home, Sweetie.”

“Yeah, too bad you fucking tainted it.”

“You know, you did tell me love me last night,” I remind you, a small sick smile on my lips.

“Fuck you, I was drunk. I would’ve told you anything you wanted for you to bring me off,” you mutter before getting up and grabbing a glass so you can pour yourself a drink.

“Oh honey, you don’t mean that,” I can’t help but laugh as I light a cigarette. I’ll never get over how much you hate me and I don’t want to.

It only makes me love you more.

“Fuck, we have to get Tommy’s Christmas gifts!” you snap, stomping your foot, probably angry with the fact that we’ll have to put up with Christmas traffic and shitty weather.

Or just at the fact that you have to deal with Tommy at all.

“We don’t have to.”

“Robert, I know you don’t give a fuck about your child, who fucking worships you for whatever reason, but I do. He’s getting toys on Christmas,” you mutter.

“Get him a toy gun,” I laugh as you shoot me a glare.

“You’re not fucking funny. Get your shit together, we’re leaving in 20 minutes, and you’re the one paying for everything, since you’re the one with the fucking job.”

As you storm upstairs, I can’t help but think about how bitter you’ve been these last few months. Of course, I know it’s my fucking fault, but it’s more than that. This is the life you’ve dreamed of and you hate every aspect of it.

Even Tommy.

The boy you once adored and thought the world of, you now resent and can’t wait to put to sleep. It doesn’t help that the time you take to pretend you care for the boy, takes away from time that you can spend with me.

I can put the little shit up for adoption, but knowing Tommy and how emotional he is, he’d find his way back and want answers.

Not like he deserves them.

I can also hand him off to Samantha’s family, but that once again gives him the opportunity to come back and be a pain in my ass.

No, the easiest and nicest thing to do is get rid of him. Yeah, the kid deserves a better father, a better family, but if he’s dead he’ll be reunited with his cunt mother.

At least, that’s what he’s been brought up to believe. Poor kid never had a chance.

Besides, why should I have to share you with anyone? I do shit for everyone else all the fucking that could kill me or get me locked up. You’re the one good thing in my life and I don’t want to share you, so I’m going to.

Sure, you’ll be mad at me for it, but when aren’t you mad at me? The sex is better anyway. No matter how many times I try to break you, you bounce back and this won’t be any different.

At some point, you’ll probably even thank me for not letting you get to hate him as much as you hate me.

“Pronge, lets go!” you call as you make your way back down the steps. “And you better not be cheap about it either!”

“Comin’ Sweetheart.”

It’s sick how happy I feel finally being able to have you all to myself. There’s no heaven for guys like me, but in your arms and in-between those legs is the closest I’ll get, and I’ll be dammed if I let anyone get in the way of that.

Even my own fucking kid.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I love my gifts, Mama!” Tommy exclaims as he runs over and wraps you in a giant hug. You want this moment to fill me with an extreme amount of love and happiness, but you just can’t wait for him to get off of me.

“And what do you say to your dad?” you ask, giving him the most genuine and loving smile I can muster.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Tommy beams, ready to run over to him, but Robert holds out his hand while a smile plays on his lips.

“If you wanna thank me, go out and play on you new bike.”

“Really? It’s Christmas and Mama Sam-”

“Things are different now,” he chuckles. “Take a few rides around the block and tell me what you think.”

“Thanks Daddy!” Tommy yells as he dresses up in his snow gear before taking his bike outside

“That was sweet, Bobby,” you smile once the door closes. “He’s so happy.”

“I just want you to myself. I knew if I got him that fucking bike, he’d leave us alone for a few hours.”

“So sweet, so romantic,” you scoff as you start to clean up the torn up wrapping paper.

“Stop, deal with all of that shit later,” Robert scoffs. “C’mere.”

“What do you want?” you groan, though a very small part of you is glad to be alone with him and getting Tommy the fuck away from you.

God, you hate him for turning me into this. For ruining you.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” he smirks.

“What do you want?” you ask once I straddle him, already knowing what he wants.

“Did you like the gift I gave you?”

“An orgasm? Yeah, it was amazing.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” he warned “the fuckin’ necklace.”

“It was nice, thank you,” you smile before dipping down to kiss him.

He almost feels like home. Two more glasses of the egg nog he made and he will.

As you start to deepen the kiss, you scowl when you see Tommy’s gloves out of the corner of your eye. “Shit!”

“What?”

“Tommy forgot his fucking gloves and he needs them. It’s freezing and the last thing I need is for him to get sick.”

“Leave ‘em, he’ll be fine,” Robert shrugs before attempting to pull you close to him again.

“Your dick can wait a few minutes,” you laugh before attempting to get up again, only to have him pull you close again. Rougher.

“He ain’t gonna fuckin’ need ‘em, Sweetheart.”

“What do you mean he won’t...what the fuck did you do, Robert?!”

“Great, we’re back to fuckin’ Robert now,” he scowls as he lets go of you and reaches for his pack of cigarettes. “I was really hoping this would happen after we fucked,” he muttered as he lit one and took a drag from it.

“What the fuck did you do?” you repeat, a chill running down your spine.

“The one thing you truly wanted, but would never ask for.”

“Robert-”

“I got rid of Tommy. Well, I’m getting rid of Tommy. Kid still has a few more minutes before he gets hit,” Robert sighs as he checks his watch. “Figure I’d let him enjoy that bike for a bit. A nice going away gift,” he laughs before he takes another drag from his cigarette.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Here we fuckin’ go,” he huffs, pushing himself out of the Laz-y chair and making his way into the kitchen.

“What the...he’s your son! How the fuck-”

“I never wanted him! God, I told that stupid cunt that I didn’t want kids, but she went and got pregnant anyway! The kid’s been a nuisance since he fuckin’ arrived,” he spat, pouring himself a drink.

“Robert-”

“Come the fuck on! YOU don’t even wanna fuckin’ deal with him! He’s too stupid to see it, but I can see it clear as day! You hate spending time with him, you hate how needy he is, you can’t stand it when he touches you-”

“I don’t want him dead, Robert! Call it off!”

“No,” he responds coolly, evil smile on his lips.

“Fucking call it off!” you roar at him.

“No, because it’s easier this way. I don’t have to deal with any fucking clean up this time, we don’t have to worry about him finding us and wanting answers, and I don’t have to deal with him crying over that cunt anymore. Jesus, the fucking crying with that boy,” he mutters before taking a sip of his scotch before taking a final drag from his cigarette and putting it out.

“Robert-”

“I’d planned to be deep inside of that fucking pussy by now, and our fucking neighbors will probably be here in the next hour, so,” he huffs before throwing you over his shoulder, “I think we should get started.”

“Put me down!” you scream, wiggling and fighting against him, trying to think of any way to save Tommy.

“No, I get that you need to pretend to be angry, but I’ve waited long enough,” he snaps, continuing the trip up the steps with ease.

“Pretend?! Robert-”

“I get it, Sweetheart,” he chuckles before throwing you down on the bed and quickly hovering over you. “You still have your good girl ways and you need to save him. You need to pretend that you care enough to save him, but we both know you fuckin’ don’t,” he smirks as he rips your skirt off.

“Stop it!” you yell, trying to push him off of you.

“Oh baby, you know I only love it more when you fight me, but then again, it has been a while since I’ve had to take what I want,” he chuckles darkly.

“Fuck you!”

“Think about it, baby,” he whispers hotly against your ear as his hand travels down into your panties.

“Stop it,” you moan softly, your will to fight quickly fading and you hate how easily your body comes undone for him at this point.

“You don’t have to wake up early to drive him to school anymore,” he groans as he starts rubbing your clit teasingly “you don’t have to pick him up, you don’t have to comfort him when he cries, you don’t have to help him with his fucking homework, and you don’t have to pretend you fucking care about him.”

“No,” you moan as you feel your release coming on.

“I know baby, I know you need to hate me and that’s okay,” he moans he slides two fingers into your desperate and soaked cunt. “Be my good little girl and pretend to be angry with me.”

“So what? I’m...fuck! I’m supposed to feel special even though one day...one day I’ll end up like Samantha and Tommy?” you whimper as you cum hard. “Why do you even want kids with me?!”

“Oh baby, don’t you see?” he asks as he forces those two fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste how desperate and pathetic you’ve become for him. “Your parents, the neighbors, Samantha, my son, I did that all for you! As for our own kids,” he chuckles darkly “our kids will be nothing like Tommy. His mother was weak and he’s weak too, but you...you’re gonna be so much better for our kids,” he coos before removing his fingers from your mouth and ripping your shirt open. “Fuck!” he growls, quickly going to undo and pull down his pants and boxers.

“You haven’t done any of this for me,” you whimper, desperate for him to fill you up, and ignoring the part of you that’s relieved that you’ll never have to deal with Tommy again. Of course you don’t want Tommy dead, and you hate the part of you that doesn’t feel completely terrible, but knowing you’d never have to deal with the spawn of two Satan’s again?

That has you feeling elated.

“I know you don’t believe me and I I’d be disappointed if you did,” he chuckles darkly before thrusting himself inside of you, and gaining a loud and pornographic moan from you “but it’s true.”

“Fuck,” you moan as he starts to pump into you rough and greedy. The way you love. “Please don’t stop!” you beg, starting to claw at his back as you wrap one of your legs around his waist, and your back arches a little.

“There’s my dirty little thing,” he laughs looking down at you as you’re desperate mess beneath him, loving how he always gives you what you want without even having to ask. “Got everything I wanted for Christmas,” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic as one of his hands starts to massage one of your breasts “because all I wanted for Christmas was you,” he shouts as he shoots his load into you, you following right behind, screaming his name. “All...all I’ll ever want,” he breathes after a moment “is you.”

“I fucking hate you. I hate you for turning me into this,” you sob as you come down from your high, disgusted with yourself.

No matter what, you’re always disgusted with yourself, but it’s never enough to get you to find any real fault with Robert.

“I love how much you hate me. I love you,” he breathes as he looks at his watch. “We’ve got another 30 minutes before someone comes to tell us about Tommy, so I think we should get in one more round before we have to start pretending again, don’t you?” he questions with a devilish glint in his eyes.

You look him deep in his eyes, looking for any sign of remorse, sadness, or shame, but you see none. Instead, you see elation, greed, relief and something...soft? You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s not the first time you’ve seen it.

It’s in this moment that you realize that he’ll never let you go and he’ll never let you leave him.

And at this point, maybe you don’t want him to.

When you don’t respond, his wicked grin that you’ve come to desire spreads across face as he starts to move within’ you again, and you can’t stop the moan that es escapes you. “Sweetheart,” he rasps with an intense gaze on you “there’s nothing better than this. You all to myself. Don’t have to share you with anyone else and don’t have to worry about anyone comin’ between us,” he grunts as he picks up his pace and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. “Merry Christmas indeed.”

The End

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Pairing: Alpha!Bokuto Kōtarō x F!omega reader

Genre: A/B/O AU 🐾 | Smut, 18+ // minors DNI!

WC: 3,057

My whole body was shivering despite it being a sweltering sunny day, my mind was hazy and clouded with the need to submit to an Alpha.

To be overtaken, pounded into until I was a dumb mess of omega mush and knotted until I was fat with pups.

Fucking hormones and omega instincts.

Fucking expired heat suppressants.

Stupid fucking idiot me for not noticing until it was too late.

My rational mind fought off the swarm of nuisance thoughts as I hurried my way back to my apartment carefully avoiding anyone’s gaze, suffocating my scent glands in a thick hooded sweater and scarf I had kept at the bakery for the unexpected colder days. It didn’t do much to ward off the curious glances and sniffs from the passing Alphas and others on the street, but luckily none acted on instincts, I didn’t stick around long enough to trigger anything in them.

My thighs were sticking together uncomfortably beneath my summer dress as the slick pooled in my panties and ran down the sides. The friction against my sensitive core only added to the ache, and I had to fight every ounce of instinct in me to hold back the whimpers, to not just fall on the ground and present myself to the next suitable Alpha that crossed my path.

I just needed to get home unscathed and get on my pharmacy app to order a fresh batch of suppressants, wait out a week for them to take full affect and I’ll be good to return to my normal, uncomplicated life.

I had been lucky in avoiding anymore people. No one was waking along the final stretch that led to my apartment building; a high-rise nestled just outside of the main district of downtown but still fairly luxurious for an apartment building. After a rough time in my earlier years out on my own, I decided once my bakery was successful enough I would splurge and put myself in a comfortable apartment with extra building security for my own peace of mind. I made my way to the door where the Beta doorman was waiting with it open for me, smiling until he caught the edge of my currently overwhelming scent.

“Quick, quick in miss Y-N,” Ferris ushered me through the door and shut it behind us. Walking me to the empty elevator and pushed my floor, nearly the top, at 27 of 35. “You shouldn’t be out wandering around in such a state, it isn’t safe for you!” The older man patted my hands in his with a worried expression. I just smiled and nodded along to his worrying over me.

“I know Mr. Ferris,” I sighed, “there was an unfortunate mishap with my medication so I’m gonna be staying cooped up for a bit.” He just nodded and ushered me along, and I gave a small wave and smile as the doors closed and he gave me one final wave off. I sighed, releasing the death grip I had on the jacket around me, still covering my scent glands as best as I could, but not with so much force around my throat. I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from self-asphyxiation on the way home.

After a few minutes in the elevator my floor was finally reached with a gentle ding! and I was hurrying out into the hall to make sure I was alone. With no one around I felt safe enough to walk briskly to my apartment without any further paranoia. I was reaching my door, just about to press in my key code and slink into a week of needy depression when I heard the door slighty adjacent to mine across the hall open behind me.

My whole body froze like a bunny caught in a wolf’s gaze.

Fuck.

“Hey hey hey, my sweet little Y/N!” A bright, jovial baritone rang out behind me, and soon I felt the looming presence of the man I feared most coming into contact with at this very moment right at my back. The immense heat radiating off of him in waves with his sweet, clean scent with mint, along with a headier male musk underneath. “You’re home early! Sorry to be a pest but did you bring any pastries home with you? I have such an awful craving right now and-” my kind, handsome neighbor regarded me silently, and what I didn’t see were his sweet golden eyes darkening to a dangerous lustful shade as he leant forward and took a gentle sniff in. A ragged breath leaving his chest as he inched forward just enough for me to feel his clothing ghosting against my back. “Y/N? Are you okay? You smell.... you s-smell so good. Different,” he slurred behind me, leaning down to rub his cheek against the top of my head and nose my hair as he took in deeper breaths. I was completely frozen, in fear or need... I couldn’t decide.

Maybe both.

When my neighbor let out a deep, rumbling groan from inside his chest I leant more towards need in my current aching state as I instinctively pressed my body back against his. “Y-Y/N you shouldn’t be out right n-now in your state s’not safe y’know...” his voice trailed off, a pained mixture of a whimper and a growl leaving his chest as I reached forward and punched in my key code to my apartment.

“Ko,” I heard the Alpha behind me purr as his name slipped from my mouth, my voice and body trembling. “I had a bit of a setback as you can tell, so no pastries today,” the whimper that left him made my cheeks warm because it wasn’t hormonal, it was just Bokuto being a pouty baby who wanted a soft bread or sweet cake.

“Mm s’okay Y/N...” Bokuto’s voice trailed off as he placed his large hands on my hips, palms swallowing my sides and pressing tightly into the plush flesh, fingers gripping down with a bruising force. He was leaning forward and placing soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck until he licked a small strip up along where my scent glands were and I couldn’t stop the full-body shudder than shook me. “D-do you want me to stop?” His voice was a whisper, still heavy with need but more Bokuto than Alpha was talking to me. I shook my head, stepping into my apartment and allowing the Alpha to come in with me, slipping out of our shoes in a tangled mess of legs, and laughing as Bokuto hastily locked the door behind him.

“I know we’re both kind of teetering on the edge of control right now,” Bokuto continued gently, hands still gripping my sides tightly as he allowed me to set my things down on the bench in my entryway. A low growl leaving him when I almost slipped out of his hold. “But I need to know it’s not just your omega pushing you into this Y/N. I’ve admired you since I first met you, wanted you,” Bokuto was peppering my neck and the side of my face with butterfly kisses, “but if you tell me to stop, to leave... I will. Nothing will change between us if you put up a boundary for yourself right now but everything will change for the worse if you force yourself into something you don’t want...” I couldn’t believe the articulated thoughts of pure, sweet kindness coming out of Bokuto’s mouth but I was so happy to hear them. I’ve had such a huge crush on my long-time Alpah neighbor since he came knocking on my door one late evening when I was testing recipes, a mess of apologies and need as he caught a whiff of the new cakes I was trying to perfect and the poor thing had just returned home from an away game with his volleyball team, starving and exhausted. He spent the night giving me feedback on my testers and I let him sugar-crash on my couch, waking him up with a healthier breakfast more suitable for an athlete in the morning.

We’ve been close since that day.

Well, close but not as close as right now... despite the aching deep in me that always welled up inside whenever we spent time together. My omega whimpering at how perfect of an Alpha Bokuto would be.

“Y/N?” Bokuto was asking once again, I could feel his hands shaking as his control over his instincts began to slip.

I simply nodded.

“Y-yes Ko,” I swallowed hard when his hands gripped tighter on my hips, crushing me further against him as his arms snaked up my body to wrap me in a tight hold from behind. “I want this - I’ve wanted this, w-wanted you...” I couldn’t form full thoughts, not like he deserved to hear but we were both in a compromising state of mind right now. “P-please Alpah, need you so badly,” that was all it took to have me turned around so fast in his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a mess of teeth and saliva as pure need took over us both. One of his hands was fisted in the hair at the back of my head, the other cupping the side of my throat, his thumb stroking along my jaw as he deepened the kiss like he was trying to crawl inside my body through my mouth.

He was pushing me back toward my couch, his hands now fumbling behind me to pull the zipper of my dress and have the fabric pooling to the ground. He growled into my mouth as he hooked two fingers in the hem of my lace panties to pull them down and off while his other hand guided me down softly onto the couch. He had me draped over the arm of the sectional as he layed down between my legs, I was able to peek open my heavy eyes in time to see the primal look on his face before he licked his lips and leant down to lick a long strip up my soaked pussy, the sensation sending electric shocks through my whole body as I arched off the couch with a yelp.

Bokuto let out a deep, rumbling growl with a whisper of “so sweet,” before diving back in and devouring my sopping pussy like a man starved. His mouthed latched around my swollen clit with a pressure that had me seeing stars as he suddenly plunged two thick fingers into me, curling upward against my sticky walls, quickly bringing me to the edge. He didn’t relent his assault on me, mouth staying locked on and fingers curling cruelly as my body shook and arched up off the couch with a shrill scream, my whole body convulsing with wave after wave of electric pleasure shocks. Bokuto removed his fingers slowly and licked them clean, blowing a cool stream of air against my sensitive clit, causing me to whimper in his hold as he delved his tongue into me to lap up more of my slick. I was a whimpering mess above him, wriggling to be free of the stimulation to the newly over-sensitive area but he kept his pink muscle deep in my pussy as his nose occasionally brushed up against my clit causing my hips to buck further against his face. The groans he was letting out were downright sinful and soon had me back on the precipice of another impending orgasm. Bokuto reached one hand up to thumb circles on my clit as he kept himself deep in my pussy, soon I was bucking up against his face as another heavy wave crashed down on me. I was panting and swearing and pleading to be released because the pleasure was stating to morph with a tinge of pain as he kept up the relentless assault.

“K-Ko please no more,” I was whining above him, my chest heaving with broken breaths. Bokuto’s mouth was shiny with my slick as he crawled up my body and crashed his lips down on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, in combination with feeling his still-clothed cock straining against his joggers, had me mewling with need and bucking up to meet his bulge.

“You say no more but your body is begging for me,” Bokuto muses. “Do you want me to stop?” His golden eyes were looking down at me, dark and swirling with lust as a beautiful half-smile graced his face. I shook my head and he just chuckled. “Use your words baby, ask for what you want,” he cooed, leaning down to pepper kisses and gentle nips along the side of my neck, stopping to suck on a particular spot once my let out a gasp and wriggled beneath his large body caging me in.

“Mmphf, p-please Ko, Alpha, need you,” my cheeks were burning but I didn’t care, my whole body was on fire for the man on top of me, crying out to him for any crumb he’d give me, “need your cock-mm-need to feel so full with you please Alpha, please,” Bokuto crashed his lips back down against mine with an urgent need while he ground his hardened cock against my slick-covered core, the friction of the fabric bringing another whine from my throat.

“How can I say no to such a pretty omega begging to be knotted, hm?” Bokuto was nuzzling down into the crook oh my neck, “pretty omega, perfect omega, my omega.” I didn’t realize when he had shimmied out of his joggers but soon I felt the large tip of his cock pressing into my hole, even with two orgasms and the slight stretch from his fingers earlier it still burned so wonderfully to be full of Bokuto’s cock, every inch of his cock catching on my walls and dragging new sensations forward as I clawed at his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him in an attempt to be closer to him, to pull more of him inside of me. “Such a needy slut for her Alphas cock, hmm?” I nodded my head so vigorously, rolling my hips to coax the man above me into moving. “Poor thing, I’ll give you everything you need...” with a quick snap of his muscled hips, his thick cock was driven deep, the head pummeling against my cervix with blinding pressure as he slammed his hips over and over into me, heavy balls slapping against my slick-coated ass sending shivers up my spine. “Fuck, ‘mega, you’re so tight-fuck- so fucking perfect, so perfect for me.” Bokuto was all bared teeth and snarls above me, leaning down to kiss and bite over his earlier marks along my neck. I craned my neck, exposing more of myself to his assault as he kept up the brutal pace inside of me. It didn’t take long before I was crying out with the sudden hit of an orgasm I didn’t even feel the buildup to, the walls of my pussy were sucking a Bokuto in deeper with each of his thrusts, and soon I could feel the way his hips stuttered, sloppy and less practiced. I didn’t realize his teeth were on me, biting deep into the flesh of my neck where my scent glands were, blood spilling out of the wound and into his mouth and down my neck and chest as Bokuto marked me as his, licking one long, final strip up my neck across the wound, sealing it.

There was a final quick snap of his hips, until Bokuto’s large knot stretched me with a burn that had me whimpering, gasping when it popped through the small opening of my pussy, slick helping to coax it inside as my walls clamped down on him and his knot further in another orgasms as he emptied ropes of hot, white cum deep inside of me. The continued short, sharp thrusts Bokuto made as he continued to empty himself inside of me brought on one more orgasm, my whole body siezing and shaking, walls clamping down around the fleshy member knotted inside of me, my chest was heaving with deep breaths as my eyes edged with black and every small twitch Bokuto made inside of me had me crying out - with pleasure or pain or both - I couldn’t tell. He leant down to scoop me up, our bodies still connected as he sat down on the catch and allowed me to stradle his lap, nestling me tightly against his chest as he kissed my hair and whispered such sweet things to me over and over, petting my hair, my face, peppering kisses along my cheek, jaw, down my throat and to my shoulder, gliding over the mark he made earlier with a gentle ghost of a kiss. My whole body felt like a live-wire ready to make contact with the wrong type of metal at any given moment, but Bokuto kept rubbing small patterns over my exposed skin, kneading his fingers deep into muscles I didn’t realize were sore, kissing un-kissed inches of skin over and over until he felt me relax in his arms, felt my body droop with exhaustion as I rested my head on his shoulder, snuggling into the crook of his neck as I bit back into him, giving him a small omega mark. Bokuto shuddered beneath me, gripping me tighter as I licked up the blood and kissed over the already-healing mark, nuzzling back into him.

“Y/N~” Bokuto said in a whisper sing-song voice, shaking me gently, “I think we can separate now baby,” he said, trying to lift me off of him gently.

“Mm, no Ko,” I grumbled, a gentle growl leaving my throat, “wanna stay like this a little longer.” Bokuto just nodded, rubbing my back and resting his head on my shoulder.

“Yeah, a little longer baby,” he mused, “but then can you bake me something?”

You just shook your head, your body shaking with held-in laughter as you agreed to bake him as many sweets as he wanted just as soon as you could walk. Bokuto offered to do all the heavy lifting if you just told him what to do - and you relished in the idea of sharing the kitchen with Bokuto - with your Alpha.

What a sweet start to something beautiful.

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