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jamesthedigidestined · 19 days ago

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TaiKouvember 2024 Day 3: Sincerity

A clock slowly ticks away, ringing out into the classroom below its watchful gaze. Underneath it, Mimi grumbles and melts against the table, looking over to Koushirou.

“Kooouuu-kuuun, how much looongeeer?” She whines, flailing her arms for emphasis. To her other side is Taichi, slowly clacking away at the beige keyboard in front of him. Mimi can’t help but notice he’s writing an email, but would never admit she knows who it’s being written to.

“Patience, Mimi-san, I have to finish this report for the computer club. Need I remind you that *you* requested *my* time?” He chides her, typing away quickly and methodically, directly opposing the singular loud snaps Taichi is producing. To Mimi, she far prefers the almost musical beat Koushirou is producing, but would never admit that for all of the tea in China.

To that mental note, she looks at the bottle of oolong tea off to the redhead’s side and shakes her head, mentally insisting she will help with his addiction one of these days.

“Don’t worry, Mimi-chan, we have all day to hang out after this!” Taichi reassures, a bright Sun compared to the cool rain cloud that is his best friend. Mimi hums in agreement, satisfied, and so she continues to wiggle in her seat not for any form of discomfort but to see just how far she can bother Koushirou.

Flailing…

Squirming…

Wiggling…

Dang it.

Not feeling like she’s getting enough attention, she proceeds to poke at Koushirou’s side, leading him to jump at the interruption, exclaiming “Mimi-san!”

With a sly grin, she proceeds to poke at him again, making him wiggle in place before he uses the power of his rolling chair to rocket out of her grasp.

“Hey! No fair! My chair can’t move!” She whines, bolting up and nearly falling in the process.

“That’s because you’re not the leader of the computer club; you’re not even a member!” He retorts, keeping a wary eye and a fair distance from her.

Taichi, for his part, laughs but remains mostly unfazed, clacking away to finish his letter.

“So?! I'm still taller than you!" She exclaims, lunging at him and missing her mark, only saved from hitting the floor by grabbing at a desk for leverage.

"What does height have to do with it?!?" Koushirou yells, rolling far away before she can get up, quickly returning to his original position.

"Everything if it means I win!" Mimi pouts, crossing her arms and stomping her foot for emphasis. She didn’t mind losing; really, she’s lost at all sorts of things. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in her grade; she wasn’t the smartest; she wasn’t even the most popular. However, if she could find herself better in at least something, even something like height, maybe he’d finally look her way.

"Well, you don't. You didn’t reach me, and I will *kindly* ask you to sit down, and I will finish my work.” Koushirou says in a no-nonsense tone, indicating quite clearly he was tired of her little games.

With a pout, Mimi sits back down beside him but won’t look his way, grumbling. With a sigh, Koushirou looks over, slowly reaching his hand over to...

*Flick*

“Smile, Mimi-san, you’ll have me all to yourself in a bit; I just need some time for this is all.” Koushirou smiles, trying his best to soothe her, having at least learned this much.

Mimi smiles softly, nodding as she wipes her eye. Suddenly Koushirou’s computer makes a sound, as does Mimi’s PDA. Quickly checking the mail, she finds that Taichi sent them something.

‘Get a room you two ;p’ Taichi teases, snickering to himself as Mimi flushes.

“Taichi-san! Oooh!!! I know that isn’t the only email you sent! I know who you were writing your other email to!!!” She jumps up, vengeance in her eyes, before she loses her balance and falls face first. However, like a switch had been flipped, she jumps up without any real damage and looks at Koushirou.

“Kou-kun, may we leave early? If you have any more paperwork to do, you can do it on your laptop, correct? I will give you all the time you need to do that, but I’d like to leave.” She says politely, creeping the boys out slightly.

“Uh… yeah, Mimi-san, I can do that.” He says, saving his files and beginning to pack up.

“So, uh, Mimi-chan, where are we going?” Taichi questions, scratching the back of his head. Mimi, however, ignores him until Koushirou finishes packing.

“*We*, Taichi-san, are leaving, but *you* are not invited!” She proclaims, grabbing the redhead’s arm and dragging him away, “‘tis your punishment for insulting Princess Mimi!”

Koushirou sighs, knowing all too well how she is. Quickly he throws a pair of keys to his best friend and waves goodbye, which is met with a wave in kind.

Taichi laughs, shaking his head at the odd situation before returning to the cool glow of the CRT in front of him.

“Well, the email doesn’t quite work if I can’t see the reaction, right?” He says to himself, moving to turn off the computer. However, he pauses as he sees a new email notification pop up, a little orange dinosaur jumping excitedly.

He quickly opens it and finds it from Sora, and finds it says...

*Dear Tai,

Don’t chicken out. If you do, I’ll kick your ass!!!

Signed, your spine*

Shaking his head and smacking his cheeks, Sora’s words help reinforce his courage. The mental image of Sora gives him the last push he needs to finish up the letter. It doesn’t matter whether he knows how they respond; only that they respond positively!

Taichi clicks send soon after and closes up the computer lab, meticulously organizing the chairs and turning off every computer. Elsewhere, someone is smiling wider than they ever have before, and a quiet sigh of acceptance casts waves through the air.

@taikouvember

#TaiKouvember #taikouvember2024 #digimon #taishirou #digific #fanfiction #taichi yagami #koushirou izumi #mimi tachikawa #taikou #koumi #taimi

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analogwriting · 11 months ago

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 5: Brass

Killer x gn!reader

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After the incident, you saw the boys less and less. You assumed that the weapons you ended up giving them had been helping them out just as you had hoped and they were getting harmed less. They had all been incredibly excited when they received them and you spent three days afterwards sparring with them to help them get used to it.

Then, they were all gone.

It wasn’t as if they were gone all the time, but you also hardly ever saw them at home all at once. Usually they stopped by one at a time. As if they were just sending someone to check in on you to make sure you were still alive and kicking. Sometimes they needed a little extra patching up. You were seriously a walk-in clinic for them, maybe you would start charging them.

Though, you were at the hospital a lot more. With the increase of gang violence, a lot of people were getting injured. Your own experience in patching up your brother and his friends made you an expert in this. No one stitched up better or faster than you, so you were busy almost all around the clock.

However, with being at the hospital all the time, sometimes you wouldn’t get to see the boys for even longer periods of time. The leftovers that disappeared from the fridge was always the tell tale sign that at least one of them stopped by. You tried to keep it full so that they always had something to eat. Even if you didn’t see them, at least you knew they were alive and eating.

Today, you didn’t have to work at the clinic, so you were going to go out and buy some things to make some meals to fill the fridge back up. It was your only day off, so you wouldn’t have time for the rest of the week. You opened the door, only to run smack dab into someone.

“What the fuck?” you grumbled, stepping back. You looked forward before your eyes trailed up. “Oh, hey, y/n.”

“Ah, Killer. What a surprise.” You opened the door letting him in. “I was just about to run to the store and do some cooking.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just wondering if we could kidnap some more of that salve?” You looked at him and nodded, heading back into your room where you kept it.

“How is everyone?” you asked, rummaging through your desk drawers. You knew you had some somewhere.

“Everyone is alright. We’re on a winning streak right now, so it’s been a breeze. And your brother’s new power-” He immediately shut up and you stopped. You slowly stood up, turning around to face Killer who was standing in your doorway.

“My brother’s what?” You narrowed your eyes at him, slowly walking towards him.

“Uh, his new technique he’s been working on. It’s been our ace up our sleeves.” You narrowed your eyes at him, continuing to walk towards him.

Killer easily towered you now, but your sheer presence alone always startled him. He kept backing up until he couldn’t anymore, hitting the wall across the way. “No, no. You said ‘power’, Killi. The fuck does that mean?” You stood toe to toe with him now, glaring at him.

“Well, he’s so skilled that it’s like-”

“Killer, I swear to fuck, I will beat the shit out of you here and now if you keep lying to me.”

You watched as Killer swallowed hard, his eyes widening. You saw his face turn red and you smirked. Got him.

Killer let out a long sigh, his shoulder sinking in defeat. He couldn’t lie to you. You stepped back, giving him space. “He…ate a devil fruit.”

You blinked, processing this. “Uh-huh…” you said slowly, still processing the information. “Which one?”

“Magnet-Magnet.” After seeing confusion take over your features, he explained. “Basically, he can control metal via magnetic pull.” You nodded, thinking. Killer shifted uncomfortably, surely unable to gauge your expression and how you would proceed to answer. “When was this?”

“Uh…a couple months ago…”

“Fitting, honestly.” You shrugged, heading back into your room to continue looking for the salve. “Wait, are you not mad?” The confusion was evident in his voice.

Finally, you found what you were looking for, heading back to the other, handing him the tin. “Not that he ate the fruit, no.” You gave him a dangerous look that made him freeze up. “However, the fact that the lot of you kept it from me is another thing entirely.” With one step, you were toe to toe with him once more with him backing into the wall again. “Trust that I will kick all of your asses.”

You stepped away once more, sighing. “Not today though, I don’t have the time. I have so much cooking to do. Someone has to feel the likes of y’all…” You glared at him. “Even if you did keep something so monumental from me.” Killer shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to say.

“Take that to everyone. I’ll be sure to make some more. I’m heading out. Kick your asses later!” Then you headed out of the house.

Later that evening, you had done your shopping and finished up cooking for the week. The fridge and freezer were both full of food for you and the boys, so you were all set. You stretched, yawning. You could really use some sleep.

However, you heard the transponder snail the hospital provided you for emergencies rang. A long groan and a conversation later, you were getting ready to go in for work. Apparently, there had been a huge fight and there were a good amount of people. The clinic was already small, so a sudden influx of people overwhelmed them easy.

And you were the quickest, most efficient worker.

With a sigh, you headed out of your house, heading towards the clinic.

You heard footsteps rapidly approaching behind you and you ducked just in time to see a bat fly over your head along with someone running past. They rounded on you, grinning. There was a crazy look in their eye and you stepped back. “We’ve been looking for you. Your brother made it hard to find you, but we found you.”

Who? Huh? What? Your mind reeled, then you realized they looked familiar. “Are you one of Nathan’s cronies?” Was that motherfucker still around? It’d been a while since the last time you kicked his ass. Were you going to have to do it again? You’d gladly do it again. You’d probably kill him this time.

The one before you ran at you again, but before you could move out of the way, you felt someone’s arms wrap around your own. Your eyes widened as you suddenly couldn’t move. You watched as the bat came closer and closer to your face. At the last second, you dropped your weight, the one holding you getting a face full of what was in store for you originally.

The one who held you was knocked out cold and you scurried away, only to feel someone grab you by the hair, yanking you up. You cried out, your hands grabbing at the fist in your hair before you felt something connect with your abdomen. You fell into a coughing fit, feeling your body grow limp and your vision growing blurry. A fist connected with your face and your ears started ringing. “Seems like you’ve let yourself get a little rusty, y/n.”

You felt something connect with the back of your skull and you were out cold.

You woke with a groan, moving slowly. Your body felt like it had been hit by a truck. It took you a moment to remember what happened. Well, not far off by a truck, you supposed. Fuck, why were you jumped? You recalled hearing a voice before you passed out, but you couldn’t remember what it sounded like.

Who would want to jump you?

You tried sitting up, only to realize you had been bound. You didn’t even try squirming out of them, you knew how it would’ve ended up. Unsuccessful. You took a mental assessment of yourself. Not great. You definitely had a broken nose, some bruised and fractured ribs. Cuts and scrapes. More than likely bruising. Fuck.

You slowly made your way to sit up only for a foot to connect with your face and sending you back down. You felt your head connect with the concrete and there was an explosion of white. It took every fiber of your being not to pass out in that moment. You couldn’t waste time being passed out. You could die easier if you were otu cold.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” a voice mocked. You recognized it immediately. Nathan? Fucking again? Did this man ever stop? Though, it seemed like he was in the advantage. Shit, he might finally get what he wants this time.

“Decided to jump me and then beat me while I was unconscious because you can’t take me head on? Pathetic.” You spit out some blood near his shoes, glaring at him. He clicked his tongue, punching you in the jaw. Fuck, he was going to change your whole personality if he gave you anymore head trauma.

You felt him press his foot into your side and pain shot through your whole body. You held out a cry, knowing it’s what he wanted to hear. You definitely had some kind of wound there.

After a moment, you collected yourself. “The fuck you even want with me? Gonna finish the job? Third time’s the charm?” You glared at him. He knelt down, getting in your face and you leaned back as much as you could.

“Something like that. I didn’t my proper revenge last time…” He looked at you for a moment, as if mulling something over.

“But killing you isn’t going to be enough this time.” A wicked grin spread across his features and panic set in your chest. What the hell did he mean by that? “May I remind you, you took my brother from me.”

“That was your own fucking fault and you know it.” You glared at him. He headbutted you, sending you back on the ground. You suddenly felt something sharp plunge deep in your arm and a guttural scream ripped from your lungs. You looked over, seeing a fucking knife sticking out of your arm. You could already feel it going numb. Oh fuck, oh fuck.

He was knelt over you at this point, a crazed look in his eye. Fuck, you were no better than your brother. Your fucking mouth getting you in trouble.

“You took my brother for me. I’m going to do the same to you.” Nathan’s voice became a hiss and you once again felt panic settle in your chest, but you were also woozy from the blood loss. “Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked with mine,” you slurred.

You felt him remove the knife. Fuck, that wasn’t good now it was going to bleed mo-

You screamed again as you felt it plunge into your arm again. Dark stars danced at the corner of your vision. You weren’t going to be able to be conscious for very long at this point. Shit, you might even die before…before what? Your brother had no idea where you were.You were going to die here. Alone.

“I’m going to kill your brother and all his little friends. And I’m going to make you watch.” That wicked smile hadn’t left his face once. “You’re completely at my mercy.” Fuuuck.

“It’s going to be so sweet seeing you grieve for those you love. I’m going to kill them - then…hm…I’ll kill you? No, I think I’ll let you live. Make you live with the fact that you killed them.”

Your head was spinning. You felt him slowly taking out the knife and you were struggling to stay conscious at this point. The pain in your arm was dulling, but that wasn’t a good thing. You were losing all the feeling in your arm and that fucking scared you.

“I might just let you live if you beg for your life,” he said. You stared at him for a long moment. Delirium from bloodloss was really getting to you because you started laughing. And you were laughing hard. So hard, in fact, you fell into a coughing fit and spit up some blood. Ugh, everything hurt.

“Why the hell are you laughing?” he demanded, taking a fistful of your hair and pulling you up to be level with him. You just grinned at him.

“You really think…that I’m going to beg you for my life? I’d rather fucking die.” You shook your head. “I beat the shit out of you twice. And the only reason you got me this time around was because you jumped me and fucked me up while I was unconscious. Definition of a pus-” A fist connected with your jaw, head whipping to the side and you fell back into the concrete. You could barely see at this point.

Fuck. You and your mouth. And you were wondering where your brother had gotten it from.

You heard the familiar cocking of a gun, looking up to see him. Fucking again? “A gun? Are you fucking joking,” you ground out. It was honestly a miracle you were still conscious with the amount of blood you have lost at this point. And all the pain you were in. Though, you supposed it was a mix between adrenaline and straight insanity.

“I thought you’d kill me with your bare hands. Make it personal. I did kill your brother after all.” Fuck it, we ball. You were going all in. Might has well have him take you out. You watched as his eye twitched. He was barely holding on at this point. You knew you were playing with fire, but it excited you in a way. “Coward.” You licked your teeth, hearing the gunshot go off.

However, you didn’t feel anything, but with he stared at your arm. You looked, seeing the bullet wound. “Ha. I can’t even feel it.” Hysteria was setting in and you laughed. “I’m pretty sure I’ve lost all feeling in this arm. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to restore it.” Then you realized something. “That’s my dominant hand too. Oh, you motherfucker.” You laughed, falling into another coughing fit.

You heard him reload the clip and you sat up, groaning. “Those really gonna be your last words? Stupid remarks? What, you think you’re cool?” It seemed like he was completely ditching the idea of killing your brother in front of you. Good, maybe then he has a chance now. If you were gone, he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping you safe, at least. He could focus on fighting.

You pressed your forehead to the barrel of the gun, panting heavily from all the excitement. You looked up at him. “Point it to me dead, coward.” You didn’t even know what the fuck you were saying at this point. You closed your eyes, resigning to your fate. You silently apologized to your brother and his friends for the inconvenience.

However, you didn’t have any qualms with the way you lived your life. Eustass grew up to be a fine man and was surrounded by friends. You knew he was going to do great no matter what he decided. He was strong and had a natural leadership ability. You remember him mentioning finding the one piece when you were younger, maybe he would find it.

The only regret you had was letting Killer stop you from killing Nathan. Ironic.

One beat. Two. No bullet came. You heard the gun clatter to the ground and opened your eyes slowly. Your eyes widened as you saw Nathan standing there with a surprised look on his face as a curved blade stuck out of his chest. “H-How did you know? I didn’t even send for you yet,” he mumbled as the blade was pulled out of him, only to be stuck through him again. He let out a garbled noise, blood pooling from his mouth and falling to the ground below just before you. You blinked, still trying to process what was going on, but at this point you weren’t sure what was real and what wasn’t.

Shit, you could be dead right now and you’d have no idea.

The blade pulled out once more and Nathan fell to the ground in a bloody heap. You looked at him before looking back up, only your vision was more than blurry now. “Shit, you gonna kill me instead?” you slurred, everything catching up with you. “Now why would we kill you when we’re on a rescue mission.”

You stopped, looking up. “Killi?” you mumbled, blinking to try and clear up your vision. It didn’t really work, but you saw those long blond locks. You felt someone untying you and you looked, seeing red. “Tungsten?” Relief flooded through you as your situation set in.

Tears started falling down your face as everything hit you. “Tungsten,” you cried, feeling arms wrap around you. “I’m so fucking sorry…” He just held you as you cried, not saying too much except words of comfort. “Don’t apologize,” he mumbled. “None of this is your fault.”

It wasn’t long before you were out cold.

When you came to, you could barely move. It was as if your entire body was filled with sand, making it impossible to do anything. You just laid there, letting yourself slowly wake up and take in your surroundings. It was bright, but it was natural light, so you welcomed it.

It took a moment for your vision to come to you - it wasn’t long before you realized you were in your clinic. You slowly turned your head, feeling four very large figures next to your bed. Once they were in focus you realized it was your brother and his friends. They were all sleeping in the chairs next to your bed. You felt like you could cry. You hadn’t expected all of them to be here or to stick by your side while you slept. You must’ve really spooked them.

You noticed a few scratches and cuts on them, but they were unscathed for the most part. Especially compared to yourself.

You took a deep breath, wincing as you did so and quickly falling into a coughing fit. Everyone was immediately awake and their attention was on you. “Easy, Bigs,” Eustass said, grabbing a glass of water off the nightstand and helping you take a drink.

Ugh, you hated this. You felt so weak.

They all started talking over each other, barraging you with dialogue. “Alright,” your voice came out hoarse and it fucking hurt. “One at a time.” You coughed a little again, looking at them.

They all sat back down, apologizing in unison. You blinked, shaking your head. Aye, they gave you a headache. “How long was I out?”

“A week.” Your eyes snapped open fully and you attempted to sit up to look at them only to immediately regret that decision and fall back into the bed. “A fucking week?” you grumbled. You did notice that most of your cuts and bruises were gone. More than likely from the salve. Which would explain why you were out so long.

You looked over, seeing frowns and worried expressions on their faces. You sighed. “I’m sorry for making you all worry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Once again, all in unison. You looked at them with furrowed brows. “Do that again and I’m going to think I’m in some kind of nightmare,” you grumbled before letting out a breathy laugh, careful not to strain yourself.

“I just feel bad you guys had to come after me. If only I had been more diligent-”

“You better not even think about finishing that thought,” your brother cut you off and you looked at him. His voice was stern, definitely a tone he didn’t usually use with you.

Killer spoke up this time, his own voice soft. “They jumped you and did most of the damage while you were unconscious. They played dirty.”

“Besides, you’ve saved our asses more than once.” Eustass grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re also one of us, y/n. We’re always going to help out our own,” Wire said.

Heat nodded. “Just because you do your own thing, doesn’t mean you’re not one of us.”

Fuck, you felt like crying. They really all knew what to say to render you speechless. Words couldn’t express how you were feeling in this moment.

“If you go, who’s gonna make us some good fuckin’ cabbage rolls,” Eustass teased, making you grin and roll your eyes.

“Or homemade pasta,” Killer chimed.

“Or your famous Cranachan,” Wire commented, Heat nodding vigorously.

You snorted, wincing as you did so. “Ah, I see. You saved me because of my cooking skills,” you teased. They all started sputtering, talking over each other, and denying the accusations. You held up your hands. “Okay, okay.”

You yawned, feeling exhaustion creeping up once more. “Get some sleep, Bigs. We’ll be here when you wake up.” But before Eustass could finish his sentence, you were asleep.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #am fics #cc #massacre soldier killer

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rubylarkspur22 · 3 months ago

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I'm gonna say it, and I'm gonna elaborate.

Dark Spyro and Dark Cynder should've been mini bosses, if not full on bosses, in Dawn of the Dragon.

The idea has been poking at my brain since I first saw this video. Specifically a comment thread about the idea of Dark Spyro being a boss fight in Dawn of the Dragon. And I love it.

The main counter to this, however, is the co-op gameplay.

Obviously, Cynder needs to win this boss fight for the game to continue. So in 2 Player Mode, what about the player in control of Spyro? Cynder's player automatically has the win condition, so it would be unfair.

This is where Dark Cynder comes in! Basically switch the roles, then it doesn't feel as unfair. You could probably replace the first phase of the Malefor fight with a Dark Cynder boss fight?

So, here's basically my(very rough) ideas for these respective fights!

Both fights have one or two phases. So not as long as Malefor, but longer than elite enemies.

Spyro

Ignitus sacrifices himself, Spyro goes Dark in his grief despite Cynder's attempts to calm him down. Cynder steps back, and the cutscene ends with a wide shot of the two dragons about the face off. Or a focus on a very worried/scared Cynder.

There's a few parts to this fight.

One is, obviously, actually hitting Spyro. In single player, it's similar to the elemental dragon in the Eternal Night, in that Spyro will indicate certain elements. Both to warn you what he's using, as well as indicate which of Cynder's elements will be most effective against him(i.e Fire vs Wind, Poison vs Electricity, as ideas). In multiplayer, you have Spyro's indicator.

The second objective is dodging any attacks that get launched Cynder's way by Spyro. Hence the element indication in single player.

And third? Similar to keeping the gates closed on the Warfang level, Cynder has to keep Spyro from flying into the flames. So there's the occasional QTE between attacks to pull him away. In multiplayer, there would be a cooldown for Spyro's player to try and fly off if they want.

Amidst the battling, Cynder and Spyro both have various dialogues triggered by reaching certain points on the health bar. Cynder, pleading with Spyro to snap out of it, maybe even screaming at him to get a grip and not make Ignitus' sacrifice in vain.

Once the boss battle health bar is depleted(won't impact the normal health bar, because that would suck), we go to the cutscenes again. This time, Cynder successfully talks Spyro down, and immediately goes to comfort him and offer comfort.

Cynder

We then proceed with the rest of the game until the cutscene with Malefor, where he recorrupts Cynder and has her attack Spyro. Malefor ascends into the sky, remaining close. For whatever reason. I dunno, I'm writing this at midnight and my brain is not braining. The end of the cutscene is Spyro getting to his feet and dropping into a fighting stance.

Cynder's fight only has the two objectives, don't lose all your health, and deplete Cynder's(again, won't impact her regular health).

This time, Cynder is silent. Meanwhile, Spyro is calling out to her, telling her to fight it. That she's stronger than this, and that he's not sure he can beat Malefor without her. And he adds that she's been his biggest anchor this whole time, especially after Ignitus died, and he feels horrible for letting Malefor take control over her again.

Once Cynder's health bar is depleted, she collapses to the ground, and we jump to the cutscene. Spyro, once again, pleads with Cynder to come back to herself. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, seeming to switch between trying to attack and trying to step back from Spyro. But he keeps approaching, still reaching out to her, and willing to put himself at risk to save her again. Cynder lunges, seemingly to attack, and Spyro braces for it, knowing he left himself open. Instead, Cynder is revealed to have gone back to normal, and hugging/nuzzling Spyro. With a voice that's clearly bordering on crying, she thanks Spyro for not giving up on her. The two turn to Malefor, and take to the sky, where he brings the snake charms back, and we continue with the Malefor boss fight. The end of the cutscene is Spyro looking at Cynder, and asks her if she's ready to end this. Cynder smiled, and tells him she's looking forward to some payback, then they chase after Malefor.

#legend of spyro #spyro dawn of the dragon #dawn of the dragon #spyro #cynder #dark spyro #dark cynder #ramblings #if los gets a reboot it would be cool to add this #especially given fan reception to dark spyro #fans would lose their minds if we got a whole dark spyro boss fight i can feel it #✨

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lazerv4 · 7 months ago

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Thoughts on WrestleMania XL [2 out of 2]

Refer to part 1 before reading please

Night two started strong af again with McIntyre vs Rollins kicking the show off, which was pretty good overall and came with not only a title change but also the twist that this was the long awaited cash in of Señor Money in the Bank Damian Priest who lost his tag team titles the previous day and took advantage of CM Punk beating up McIntyre after being provoked and got his first big championship.

Writing this I have now realized I completely missed the tag team match by either forgetting it entirely or being so distracted I paid no attention to it so rip ig but I don’t really care for that match personally.

Afterwards we had LA Knight vs AJ Style which in contrast I was indeed paying attention to, the match was a little slow but it made up for it with some decent spots like using the concrete to enhance a of the moves which always makes it look gnarly.

The middle match was the Triple Threat match for the US Title featuring Logan Paul (c), Kevin Owens and Randy Orton. This match was funny, the highlight was the spot where Randy Orton kicks IShowSpeed and the bottle cap of his costume goes flying off, hysterical and immediately followed up by Randy giving him the table which just made it more satisfying to watch but besides that spot I would say the match was really entertaining and I had a good time through it.

The second to last bout was the WWE Women's Title between Bayley and Iyo Sky, two all timers going at it with their all. Bayley didn’t get to use Simmer sadly but we got a hype package with it as a consolation but she still delivered a memorable yet strange entrance with the egyptian theme followed by Iyo’s ever iconic Tokyo Shock entrance which always slays. The match itself had a lot of great spots and with all the story buildup it felt like it delivered on finishing the story of Bayley and Damage CTRL so that finally after a good while we have face Bayley as champion.

Now for the main event, the thing most people were here for, Cody trying to finish the story and Roman wanting to crush his hopes and dreams in two back to back WrestleManias. First off just the entrances were killer, both Cody and Roman played their roles perfectly just entering the ring and then proceeding to give us a duel for the ages as every move connected with their entire force of will, both men trying to show the other their destiny was to lose to them, even during moments of struggle it never felt like one was weaker than the other and both showed prowess of absolute domination and being the head of the table if you will. Halfway through the match we had a small spot where Jimmy Uso tried to interfere only to be taken out by Jey before he could make it to the ring, this was foreshadowing. To start the final act, Solo Sikoa entered the ring and started spiking Cody, trying to get Roman the win but not budging while Solo just got increasingly more and more frustrated only for John Cena’s music to hit enshrouded in pure hype as he run to stop Sikoa and AA Roman only for the smell of what The Rock was cooking to blast through the speakers as he walks to the ring with a bunch of cursing censored for comedic effect ig, the two face off just looking at each other in away reminiscent of their previous matches all those years ago, you can almost here the stupid song playing in a sentimental way if this was more edited. Rock proceeds to take out Cena and take out his Mama Rhodes belt in an attempt to hit Cody only for The Shield music to hit in the most insane 10 seconds of TV second guessing if they somehow got Moxley to come back for a cameo on the sheer goodwill of Roman and Seth, alas we got Seth showing up in full gear and his old school bleached streak only to get take out immediately by Reigns as all seems hopeless, and then the first strike of the bell tower hits as the light go out, Undertaker showing up was clearly a cover up for Steve Austin but it was probably the most unexpected and hype moment even if he was just wearing a tracksuit essentially he appeared like the arbiter of wrestling seeing that the match goes through as it was supposed to, taking out Rock and leaving soon thereafter. The final segment of the match has Roman stand up before Cody and grabbing a chair, he looks at Cody, victory is his, only for trauma to come back as he also looks towards Rollins struggling to get up and a reverse of the betrayal of The Shield is presented, Roman in sheer anger bashes Seth as Cody gets up and dodges the next strike to deliver three consecutive Cross Rhodes as he struggles to put down The Head of the Table and as the referee counts down, one, two and three, the story is finished. Rhodes overcame Anoa’i and the promise of his entrance theme was delivered. The breaking voice of Samantha Irving as she delivers the verdict of the match says it all, the moment was the breaking point, all the emotion poured out as the story was finished, Cody was the new undisputed WWE champion. The rest of the faces start getting on stage to celebrate Cody as well as his wife and his mom who he gives the championship to in tribute to his late father Dusty. WrestleMania XL closes with what we all wanted and it spared no expense in making as good as it could be.

#wrestlemania #wrestling #wwe #rambles #ramblings

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frocor8 · 11 months ago

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I spent the day running errands, my son by my side, laughing, joking, messing around. Searching for pork chops, getting a watchband, talking with the GameStop guy. All with a toothache and braving the negative temperatures.

I spent the day hearing about what he thinks. Exploring the filters he sees the world through.

I’ll never understand how someone doesn’t want to experience his world, his vision, his light.

So when I see him ignored, pushed to the side for something that just isn’t as important, frivolous or selfish, I feel deeply sad for her. I feel sad that the connection I once envied is already fading to nothing.

Then I think about you. You understand what she is missing. I saw my whole future in your eyes. I think of what Sundays with you could be. You drawing, or working on a project, maybe you got inspiration that morning and couldn’t wait to create it.

I make breakfast, we drag my kid out of bed at ten, he complains about it being a weekend and he should sleep in, then within 5 minutes you joke with him that we should have left him in bed because it would be quieter, then proceed to talk to him all about what stars are made of. Then you talk about art, about color and dreams because you two are the same in that way.

We’d eat together, he’d play a game, and I’d open the MacBook to finish planning all the trips this year. Some together, some solo, one couples trip, and this year, we are going out of the country together - to your dream place… somewhere your mom and you wanted to go. We are taking her with us. In many ways, she is always with us.

You keep on the project, you can’t help it when you have inspiration. I think about how you couldn’t be more beautiful than you are right now. I turn on pre-game. I keep the volume low because, my dear, I want to do nothing to change your focus or that little smile on your face. I put my jersey on, it’s the blue one this year because we haven’t lost yet… yet… it’s the Chargers we will.

Fast forward. Chargers win, you only poke me twice for being loud, a new record, but to be fair, we beat the Panthers, easily.

You hop in bed, on the iPad now… still creating. I get my boy ready for bed, he runs in, hugs you, tells you goodnight and that he loves you. He means it. You give him so much love. You connect. You get him. You’re both artists, just different types of creativity.

I tuck him in… he’s probably too old for it but I won’t stop until he tells me to. I come back to the bed, our bed. I slide into the bed, under your arm and put my head on your stomach like a dog. You giggle, and run you fingers through my hair. I ask you about your project. You tell me about it and the inspiration and why you hate it. I tell you you’re crazy to hate it and I love it. I sit up, lean in and kiss you. I tell you I love you, and you have never been more beautiful. You roll your eyes, tell me you love me too.

I change, get back in bed, and get the feeling of sadness I get when a day is almost over. It’s different now though… before when I found you. Because work is for you, laundry is for you, dishes are for you, working out is for you. Life is so much better when it’s not just for me, but for those in my heart. Him and you. And that enough for me.

This isn’t reality. I love my son. He’s growing, becoming a man before my eyes. You’re not here though. I don’t get to see that smile, admire your art, or feel you next to me.

No game day Sundays. No breakfast. No traditions. No partnership. No admiring how much you love a child who isn’t yours. No breathing you in while we fall asleep together. This is just a dream, what my heart wants. It’s okay you don’t… just heartbreaking because we both do not have that love and now, we never will.

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 3 years ago

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We all know Batman has his contingency plans for potentially dealing with Justice League members. Now get ready for…

The Justice League’s Contingency Plans for Dealing With Bat-Affiliated Heroes

Except it’s not like, how to take them down. No, it’s more of a “How to Make Sure You Get Taken Down By the Bat that Will Leave Your Pride Most Fully In Tact.”

Each member of the Batfamily™️ is ranked based on how much them winning a fight would damage your pride.

Batman? Minimal damage. They’re all used to it by now.

Nightwing? A few of them would probably pay him to punch them in the face It’s all good.

Red Hood? Some healthy respect going on there but yeah it’d hurt a bit. Both the pride and your head when he crushes it between his thighs

Black Bat? It’s an honor if you claim it was an actual “fight.”

Spoiler? Like, a lot of them hadn’t even met her? So who knows? Let’s just go with she’s amazing and it won’t hurt your pride at all. Not a bit.

Red Robin? Honestly he will find a way to make you die of embarrassment so your pride is gone either way.

Oracle? If you managed to get close enough to actually fight her physically then you should be able to proceed with your pride in tact. Probably not with your credit score though.

Signal? You just got beat up by the new kid. Slightly embarrassing, but he’s a bat, so what can you do.

Robin? That little four foot menace with an affinity for swords? There is no place on Earth you can find the remains of your devastated pride. He will take whatever measly remnants you attempt to hang onto and he will obliterate them with his sword and his disparaging remarks.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago

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February 9: Cuddling

“And then,” Harry continued, enjoying the way Draco's ankle curled around his in silent support under the table, "then the stupid thing threw up all over me!"

Draco's eyes widened, "No!"

"Yes," Harry said emphatically. "It has been the worst day."

The other man rubbed his foot over Harry's ankle, "We could get out of here," he offered.

He opened his mouth, ready to say yes because he was craving the closeness of Draco's skin on his, craving the after when it was warm and calm, when Draco trailed his fingers over Harry's skin and made pleasure and contentment radiate from the core of Harry's being.

But he very much was not in the mood for sex.

Slowly he shook his head, "I'm exhausted," he said, "and I don't want to disappoint you," he added. "As much as I'd like to spend more time with you, it's not what we do an-"

"Harry," he interrupted, reaching over across the table and tentatively touching his hand. "We don't have to," he broke off and cleared his throat, cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "Sometimes," he said, starting over, "When I've had a bad day, I like to go home and curl up on the couch, eat cookie dough, and watch a movie." He took a deep breath, "I know it's not how we started but I'd like to do that with you, if that's something you'd enjoy."

He blinked, "Yeah," he said, partially stunned by how clearly he was communicating. "Yeah," he repeated, squeezing Draco's hand, "I'd really like that."

"Yeah?" Draco asked, lips turning up in a grin.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, if you don't mind."

"Come on, then," Draco said, tugging Harry's hand as he stood up.

And why was Harry's heart beating faster than it did when they were getting ready to tumble into bed together in mere moments? Why was his stomach even more filled with nervous, excited butterflies than usual?

(Read more below the cut)

Draco grasped his hand a little tighter and apparated them into his living room. They stood there awkwardly for a moment, not quite sure how to proceed when it wasn't straight to bed.

"Do you want to borrow some sweatpants or something?" Draco asked, already heading toward the bedroom.

"Sure," Harry said, biting his lip to keep from smiling too hard at the thought of wearing his clothes. "Thanks," he called.

He looked around the living room while he waited, funny that he'd never really had the opportunity to look before. There were pictures everywhere of Draco and his friends and his parents; they were from all different ages and Harry paused over one of toddler Draco wrapped in Narcisa’s arms. His face was all scrunched from laughing, flushed pink and it made Harry ache to see it, how little and happy he’d been, to know that his life has been easy once.

He carefully set the frame back of the shelf and moved on until he found another worth lingering over. This one was off the two of them, Harry’s arm draped over Draco’s shoulder, both of them smiling widely. It was their first big case, their first big win together, and they’d been out celebrating.

Harry had felt like he’d won the lottery, so high on endorphins and saving lives. It was the first night Draco had kissed him, pressed him up against the wall in the loo and kissed Harry until he couldn’t breathe from desire.

“I always liked that picture,” Draco said, starling Harry from his memories.

He turned, “sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

Draco shook his head, “it’s fine.” He held out a pair of soft grey sweatpants and a faded old tshirt, “comfy clothes.”

“Thanks,” he said, setting the frame carefully back on the shelf before heading to the bathroom to change.

He inhaled deeply once he had Draco’s clothes on, relishing the scent of his house, and detergent, and magic, and whatever it was that was uniquely Draco.

When he came back out, Draco was already on the couch, remote in hand, cookie dough ready. Draco patted the seat next to him and Harry sat.

“Come here,” he said softly, tugging him over until Harry was snuggled into his side, head resting on his shoulder. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of Harry’s head and held out the cookie dough.

“Whatever you want,” Harry replied, honestly just content to be cuddling the other man.

Draco hummed, “alright, but if you don’t pick we’re going to watch Pride and Prejudice.”

He shrugged, “sounds good to me.”

And Harry tried to stay awake, he really did, but he was just so warm and comfortable that within half an hour his eyes were too heavy to keep open.

The room was dark when he blinked his eyes open again and somehow they’d shifted so they were laying down, his head pillowed on Draco’s chest. He started to move but Draco’s hand combed through his hair, “Shh,” he murmured. “You’re alright, just sleep.”

“You’re sure?” Harry asked, marveling at the fact that the other man seemingly wanted him like this.

Draco brushed a kiss over Harry’s forehead, “Positive. Go back to sleep,” he repeated.

And so Harry did, knowing that his life wouldn’t ever be the same and knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he was in love with Draco Malfoy.

written for @hdcandyheartsfest prompt February 9: Cuddling.

February 8: Chocolate | February 10: Mix tape

#fluff #soft #friends with benefits to lovers #drarry #love #valentines #hdcandyheartsfest #I know I'm a day behind I'll get caught up over the weekend #they're in love #<3

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dazedbypark · 3 years ago

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you're warm | kth

Pairing : Kim Taehyung × Reader

Genre : Established Relationship! au, Comfort! au, Fluff, A hint of angst

Summary : You haven't watched a movie with your boyfriend in a long time. Or maybe more accurate would be the sentence - you haven't cuddled with him in a long time.

Warnings : None, except for the fact that it's written by me.

Word Count : 1.5k (does this count as a drabble? but whatever asjkshshej)

Author's Note : This drabble is uhh...quite random, I'd say. But then again, which work of mine isn't? The idea struck me while I was attending my classes and I was like why not? After I finished writing it, I really was in a Taehyung mood🤧

Anyways, please enjoy this drabble! It will mean a lot to me if you do so. And please leave feedback if possible (doesn't matter if it's good or bad). It motivates me a lot🌻

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You peep in at Taehyung's room through the half-open door.

There is no sunlight in there. The weather is cloudy today. Yet, he has somehow managed to keep the room warm. On walls painted white and brown, hang vintage paintings high and proud. The room is messy as always, Taehyung never bothering to clean it. Clothes are piled high on a chair, just a centimetre away from making a mess on the floor. The bed is still not cleared; blankets and pillows scattered on it.

He is sitting in his chair, squinting at the screen of the desktop through his glasses. His elbow rests on the table, his fingers grazing his soft lips and the tip of his nose. His brows are furrowed in concentration, giving him that intimidating look only he possesses (and it's scary, mind you).

You slowly push the the door, making space for you to squeeze into the room, silently praying that the door doesn't squeak. And it doesn't, luckily. You raise your head to look at him once again. He's still busy, head buried deep into his work.

You quietly tip-toe towards the back of his chair. And then, suppressing a laugh, you block his view by covering his eyes with your hands. You feel his eyelashes flutter under your touch and him jump in his chair, before he relaxes completely.

"Wh---Y/n, you gave me the fright of my life," he says, his deep voice filling in your ears.

You step away from Taehyung and turn to lean on the wall, facing him. He, too, tears his gaze away from the screen and directs it towards you.

"I intended that." You poke your tongue out at him.

He only laughs at that, the sound of it music to your ears. You have always loved his laugh; the sound of it, the way his face brightens up with a glow whenever he does so. Your heart melts, not for the first time since you first heard it.

"So, what are you here for?" he questions, raising his eyebrows at you. Does he know you love how his brows raise? He definitely knows. You roll your eyes at him.

"Does your girlfriend need a reason everytime she visits you?" you reply, crossing your hands on your chest.

"She usually doesn't visit without any reason, stating it right away when she enters, never wasting a moment. And when she does enter my house without saying a word, all she needs is cuddles. There always is a reason," he answers.

"She---" you try to come up with a clever and witty response, but fail to do so.

He smiles at you then, resting his chin on his hands and tilting his head. "As I said, my girlfriend never visits me without any reason."

You only puff your cheeks at that, annoyed because you can't find even a decent defence for yourself. He's good at this kind of stuff, for some reason.

"Let's just end that conversation right there. I'll just answer your question." You hesitate for a moment before continuing, "I want to watch a movie, alright? I just realized we haven't done so in a long time. And we'll watch romance, of course."

"Okay then, Y/n. Let me just finish writing this e-mail first," he says, motioning towards his desktop.

"What do I do till then?"

"Do whatever you want. Not like I have chained you up, honey." He turns his face away from you, shielding it from your view.

You only throw a dirty look at the back of his head and proceed to walk towards his balcony situated beyond the wide and tall windows of his room. Pushing the curtains aside and sliding the windows, you walk into it.

You love your balcony, you really do. But his holds a view undeniably better (maybe because it's his balcony). He sure does have good luck.

The city isn't as buzzing with crowds at this hour of the day. It's relatively calmer, making noise with only the silence for people to hear.

The cold, humid wind blows in, grazing your skin. It calms you down. You feel all your clenched muscles relax, giving in to the simple comfort of the wind blowing. You close your eyes and lean on the railings, placing both your hands on it.

In reality, you care nothing about the movie. It just hasn't been that great a day. Not bad, but it hasn't been the best one either. And your thoughts that constantly trailed towards negativity didn't help much either. Tired of them, you had found yourself walking aimlessly within the city, just simply looking at all that it held in it; at the buildings and the trees, at the changing seasons, at the sky and at the people. Feeling yourself unwind a little after that, you unsurprisingly found out that your feet had led you to the complex Taehyung lived in. You had smiled a little then.

Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around your waist and a body slowly pressing against your back.

You only sigh, smiling. A warm feeling swirls in your chest. It is love and so much more that you feel for him. You spin around in his hands, turning to face him.

You find him smiling at you, eyes searching yours.

"You really love my balcony, now, don't you?" He tightens his grip on you a little.

"And so what? What if I do?" You cock your eyebrows at him, swiping your tongue against the inside of your cheek.

He pulls you close, and your face finds itself pressed into his chest. Your cheeks flame a little, but it feels nice. Comforting. Like home. You feel warm inside out whenever he holds you like this.

You breathe him in. Even his smell is so warm.

"Your breath is making me ticklish, Y/n. Don't do that," he laughs, and you feel his chest vibrating with laughter against your face.

"I..." you trail off, not knowing what to say. You only press your face into his chest further and wrap your arms around his back, holding him close.

"You're really in a cuddly mood today, huh? What about the movie?" he asks, and you hear the smile in his voice as he does so. He must be looking at you with those eyes. Eyes that your friend had once claimed that he only has reserved for his loved ones. As much as you want to look at his eyes and him, you don't want to distance yourself from him even a bit. Why in the world couldn't you do both of them together?

"I still want to. Just give me a second, please." And he does.

You try to savour his warmth, his body so close to yours, his hands on your back, his comforting presence. You don't know how much time you hold on to him like that. He doesn't move either.

When you finally look up, you find him looking at you with eyes so fond, that you immediately melt under his gaze.

"Shall we go now, Tae?"

"Okay. Let's go, Y/n." His eyes flit all over your face before he finally lets go of you, and you miss the contact quite quickly.

As you walk, his hand finds yours and his fingers intertwine with yours absent-mindedly. You smile quietly at the gesture.

As soon as you reach his living room, you curl up on the couch with the blankets and the pillows you brought on your way here.

Taehyung proceeds to turn on the television and scrolls through the seemingly endless collection of movies.

"Which one this time?" he asks, turning to look at you, only to find that you are already curled up on his couch. You really are in a cuddly mood today. He smiles, knowing that you are going to sleep halfway through the movie. He isn't complaining, though.

"Any movie is fine," you mumble in reply to his question, your voice a little muffled due to the layer of blankets you have wrapped yourself in.

He only shakes his head at you, smiling, and continues his search. At last, he decides on one and then walks towards your form on the couch.

After contemplating for a moment, he sits on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as possible.

Realising this, you scoot over to his side of the couch. He smiles like an idiot. You hardly seem to care about his win at this point. You curl into him, putting your arms around him and resting your head against his chest, his heart beating steadily under you. He too, secures his arms around your body, holding you close to him and rests his chin on your head. You smile at that.

"You're warm," you're mumbling, half-asleep, when barely 10 mins of the movie have been completed.

Your words warm him up as well.

To his surprise, it doesn't even take half of the movie for you to fall asleep. You must have really been tired today, he thinks as you snore lightly in your peaceful slumber.

He kisses your forehead and holds you tighter.

He loves you, he realizes not for the first time.

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janumun · 4 years ago

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Being Your First: Lucifer (NSFW Headcanon)

Pairing: Lucifer/Female Reader Rated: NSFW/18+ (far explicit than most of my other works, please proceed at your own discretion!)

Tags: inexperienced reader, first kisses, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering and intercourse, oral sex, possession, explicit imagery Summary: Let Lucifer instruct you in the art of all there is to learn about the pleasures of the flesh.

Author’s Notes: Requested during my Followers’ Celebration last year by this very sweet Anon (thank you so much, you’re going to have me crying at your kind words!).

I am indeed still working through the backlog of requests I received last year (I’ll need to plan this out better the next time I open requests LOL) and have been slow since I did not expect the overwhelming response I received then.

Thank you, thank you all a bunch for your kind words and for taking part in celebrating my blog milestone last year and to all those who requested!

Happy Reading!

Lucifer’s been watching over you since the very beginning: your astute handling of the various situations you’re faced with, sharp wit and an uncanny faculty to win over his brothers, reeling his interest in slow, and then affections, to witness you grow by their sides.

How you seem to be in possession of the ability to hold every single entity in your sway should you will it, demonic or otherwise — and out of them all, you choose to turn his way, granting your affections to the Avatar of Pride. A woman of courage along with that captivating charm; you are his joy, his beloved.

And so, it comes as rather a surprise to learn that the woman Lucifer has chosen to hold in his eternity has allowed herself to remain untouched throughout her human years. Attractive as he finds you; the fact is hard for him to wrap his head around.

The confession comes up on the occasion of your first kiss...

When gloved digits lift to curve around the shape of your cheeks. Thumb dragging delicate across the skin beneath your eye, earnest, in love. He watches momentarily; the quickenings of your breath, chest rising in subtle puffs of breath through pink, parted lips— delectable — the beats of your heart, rapid, he hears within. Lashes fluttering before they begin to fall, a fan of dark against flushed skin and he takes it permission, at last to tip your head upwards.

Pressing his lips against yours until he feels your entire body go lax beneath his touch, the longer he holds your kiss. Savoring each ecstatic shudder, until your mouth parts for his and he slides his tongue into you, testing against yours, he does not miss the momentary stiffness that takes your shoulders once he does.

Withdrawing slow, Lucifer observes you once more, for reluctance or discomfort. “Did you not like that? Perhaps, we are taking this too fast—”

Before you move to refute him, at once. “No! No... that’s not it at all. I liked it, very much so, might I add.” Cheeks flushed, he watches that gaze trek over his own features now as if watching for a reaction, you begin to speak slow. “That was my first kiss, that’s all. But it felt really good, Lucifer. Would you kiss me again?”

To say he’s rendered speechless for a few moments is an understatement. Several emotions; surprise, to know you have never been touched in this manner before. Pleasure to know he is the first one you’ve allowed yourself to have.

A sense of primal possession; at the knowledge that he alone shall stand as one who knows of his lover’s body in intimacy — the sole owner of your heart, mind and body — and to be the one to guide you through the pleasures to be had, of the flesh; a pride and honor. A vow made; to let you experience the heights of ecstasy to be reached, far out of bounds of mortal ability.

And so, Lucifer smiles; gentle love and adoration, at your request. “If it is what you wish for, princess.”

And he sinks back towards you, gloved fingers twining through your hair to drag you close as his mouth settles onto yours once more to bring you back to falling apart in his arms.

Believing in the set order to a relationship; Lucifer makes sure to take the time, however long it is, to prepare you, mind and body, long before he takes you to his bed.

Although you have more than once tried to further your advances, his mouth leaving you wanting more each time, Lucifer is quick to still the grind of your hips against his and silence the protests that fall from an unsatisfied tongue.

“You’re going to be patient for me, my love.” He chides in a low voice, withdrawing wet from your lips. “I have no desire to hurt you when you are yet unprepared.”

“But I’m not.” You protest, even as part of you agrees, a frisson of nervous energy running through each time Lucifer touches you this intimately. To not know what lies beyond, to want him this much; the prospect of it terrifies you, to not possess the knowledge to channel your desires in a manner adequate enough.

You want to have sex with this man you so love but you’re not sure you’re brave enough to take that first step all on your own.

Lucifer’s claret gaze sweeps over you at your answer, darkening, it steals a gasp from you just as sure as the possessive hands that settle at the shell of your hips, holding firm, before Lucifer’s thrusting himself forward; his own burgeoning arousal, hard and intimidating, grinding against your clothed pussy. “Are you then? Prepared as you say?”

You flush at the sheer size of him you feel through cloth alone, hard and hot, it steals your words effectively. “I…”

Impossible.

You don’t think you could accommodate him inside of you, at all.

His gaze loses part of its ferocity as gentle fingers curl into your hair to tug you close, Lucifer laying a kiss against your forehead, “Don’t worry so. When I do make you mine at last, I’ll carve into your body, pleasure so overwhelming, you’ll be begging for me to never stop, my love. And when that happens… I shall not let you leave my bed.”

You shiver in his embrace for an entirely different reason at his delectable threat.

“You have my word, princess.”

No opportunities are wasted, Lucifer’s making good on his promise to work you out, slow and torturous, for him.

And he teaches you, in turn. There are several ways, aside from penetration, that can have you unraveling from him just as easy.

Gloved fingers pinching at the hardened peaks of your breasts above cloth, he instructs you to let out your tongue, hot mouth closing around and swallowing your moans entirely when you buck against him, impatient and needy.

Reaching for one of his hands to guide towards your mouth; restless teeth closing around the fabric of his gloved index till you tug it off of his hand, exposing him at last. The pull of his lips; devious. Dark lust coloring that scarlet gaze, blood-red as the wine that intoxicates your cheeks to see it.

Bare digits reach to nudge a space in between your thighs before he settles the pad of curious fingers against your soaked entrance. Tracing you above underwear as if mapping the shape of you, before Lucifer’s tugging aside your panties to test a finger within your depths. You arc into him, head thrown back at the electricity that spills up your spine at the press of his thumb into your clit.

Breath juddering out of your lungs and then swept entirely from you with the sudden tumble of you back into his sheets, legs cleaved apart until you see that dark head disappear into the space of your thighs. Lust clouding your thoughts, slowing them entirely until you feel the warmth of his tongue against that tight bead of pleasure, sweeping your slick into his mouth. Edging that deft tongue into your depths, you cannot speak anymore from how good he’s making you feel, you’re convulsing around him, vehement, all too soon.

You cannot count the number of times he’s had you releasing yourself, on his fingers, into his mouth. Bringing you to the Heavens until you see the stars above, or burn as hot as the fires of Hell itself, with merely but a touch.

Dragging you to the heights of ecstasy until you’re entirely addicted to the taste of him within you, around you; your love for your majestic demon serving only to heighten your desires for him, building until they almost overflow.

You want him in his entirety, to feel him within, to know he is joined to you as deeply as your bodies will allow you to. The desire is almost unbearable, until Lucifer allows you to have him, at last.

The fated night — he spoke of it to you several days earlier, of how he would make you his — arrives.

Dressed smart and regal, he’s reaching to fold your hand into the crook of his arm as he escorts you out to dinner at a private establishment.

And right after, a room he had booked prior, for the night.

Peeling your coat off for you as soon as you’re inside, followed after by gloved fingers dancing across the skin of your shoulders, dragging fabric down to reveal you to his sight.

Left in your underwear alone while he remains fully clothed still, you let that claret gaze sweep across you, the emotions buried within, inscrutable and you flush under the intense scrutiny of his gaze.

Guiding you into the showers where Lucifer insists on ‘bathing’ you, thoroughly, fingers pressing into your pussy, drenched, long before he even touches you. Leaving you to drown your embarrassment against a hot tongue pulsing into your mouth.

His clothes yet unremoved, the dark fabric of his shirt drenched beneath the hot flow of water. Clinging delectable to the firm spread of his pectorals… and down further, mapping the shape and ridge of his abdomen, you swallow at the erotic sight of it. Arousal running free down your thighs as he presses a flutter of kisses down the expanse of your neck and breasts, fingers scissoring into your depths.

Rendering you dazed with an orgasm that has you swaying into him. Before he sweeps you up and into his arms and out into the bedroom.

Striding towards the bed before depositing you, careful, onto the sheets, flushed, wet and so very naked beneath him.

You drag him closer, eager hands wrestling his clothes off of him and he lets you. Parting your thighs before you can do much else, to sink into the space in between. Hot mouth closing around and sucking at your clit until you almost scream for him, so very sensitive and throbbing. Fingers twining through yours to hold your hand down captive against the sheets when you try and reach for his cock in an attempt to make him feel just as good, you writhe underneath him, unable to do much but call for him on breathless cries.

Satin sheets, rose red, you sink further into the mattress, inhaling the intoxicating mix of arousal and demon musk in the air.

Watching how utterly beautiful Lucifer looks in his uncharacteristic impatience tonight; dark locks tousled underneath the assault of your fingers as he’d gone down on you for hours on end earlier.

Your legs, now gathered within the grip of a muscled arm and thrown over one of his shoulders, dark desire burning vicious within the scarlet of his gaze, along with the love you see heightened within.

His gaze trekking over your skin: almost a predator’s caress and you shudder to feel the roll of his cock, hot and heavy, in between your thighs.

The tremble to the proud set of his shoulders, the sharp press of canines into lower lip, as you see him reign in control to watch his length slip slow into your tight, wet depths and you gasp at the foreign feeling. So full of him, it feels as if he reaches every single part within your aching pussy. It’s a feeling you do not entirely dislike.

Your heart just as full to have every single inch of him sheathed within you, at last.

“Are you alright?” He inquires, fingers tracing sweat soaked locks aside from your forehead, his gaze fixated to yours.

And you answer in the affirmative, hips pressing up into him, asking for more.

Lucifer’s mouth falls open, dark eyes burning into yours as he sweeps in for a taste of your lips. Pelvis thrusting forwards for a taste of your body and you keen, loud and long, beneath him.

His hands are slipping underneath your thighs, lifting you upwards to ram his hips against yours. Hooking your legs over those broad, firm shoulders to reach places within you, you weren’t even aware could feel as good.

Your first orgasm underneath Lucifer’s just the beginning.

As if a dam’s burst at last, he’s seeking your body several times throughout the entirety of your night together. Pressing kisses into every single inch of you until he’s made sure his mouth, hands and eyes know of each and every single place that sparks pleasure across your nerves.

Leaving you so entirely satiated and full of him, you require his help after your long love-making, to clean you up of your mixed arousals that leaks onto the sheets even after his mouth settles back down against your overstimulated pussy, tongue pulsing into your depths, as if a man enslaved to the very taste of you.

Having made you his in your entirety.

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Yours, Mine, and Ours [7] Finale

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, violence, general sadness and shittiness.

This is dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You must face change.

Author Notes: I got another old series tied up and I’m editing the last chapter of another one as well. I’m trying to clear some stuff out as best I can.

A special thank you to everyone who reached out to me over the last few days. And extra thanks to @lokislastlove for always encouraging me.

Please let me know what you think, like and reblog <3 love ya

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Bucky knelt beside you as your ass throbbed in pain and your head thrummed. He touched your arm gently with his metal hand, his other on your cheek as he cradled your face. You met his blue eyes but he quickly lifted his head and glared across the room.

“Don’t fucking move or I’ll hit you again. Harder.” His snarl was so harsh and deep, it made you shiver. He turned his attention back to you as he helped you roll over and sit up, “Are you okay? Careful…” he backed off the bed slowly as he guided you to the end of the mattress.

You clung to him and glanced over at Steve as he spat blood onto the floor. His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared as he looked back but he made no move towards you, his head lolling just slightly as he sat straight.

You let Bucky usher you to the door as he turned back and searched around the floor. He huffed and took off his jacket instead, draping it over your shoulders.

He pointed you through the door and followed, snatched the throw from the back of the couch and offered it as he urged you on. You found your purse where you dropped it and stopped to grab it, groaning at how your body ached. You continued to the door as he opened it and followed you out.

You were silent as you descended, cloaked in his jacket and the thin blanket. You came around the building and neared your car. He kept away from you but hovered as if you might keel over.

“I can’t drive,” you let your purse dangle weakly from your hand.

“I’ll take you back,” he said softly, “and then you don’t have to see me ever again.”

You nodded and rounded his car. You opened the door and slumped into the seat, your purse on your lap as you hung your head. It was over. You knew it was. You thought there would be a way to hold onto Steve, to find the man he had been, but he assured you that that Steve was gone. Everything you had was lost.

The engine turned and you barely noticed the blur of the city as it passed outside the windows. You fought against the wave of grief that swept over you and leaned your head back.

“You said I’ll never see you again,” you croaked, “but you saved me.”

“So? I did all those other things too,” he gripped the wheel and sniffed, “I’ll keep my distance. I started all this. I never should’ve-- I’m fucked. I try to act like I’m not but I am.”

“Bucky…” you said weakly.

“Don’t. I know it’s the truth and I know everything that happened to you is because of me. Steve’s an asshole. I don’t know what changed in him, but I’m worse,” he sighed, “I’m gonna resign. I’m gonna… look into rehab or therapy, whatever they got for me. I can’t stay near you or Steve. I can’t do any of it.”

You nodded and rubbed your hands together. Your body hurt but your soul hurt worse.

“No, I’m going,” you said, “I’m leaving. I’m not a hero like you or Steve. I don’t matter. And I can’t stay with him. I can’t even stay close because I know he won’t stay away. Right now, he’s getting up off that floor and you can’t tell me he’s not coming after us right now.”

Your voice cracked and you muffled it with a corner of the blanket. You hunched over as suddenly you felt nauseous and you held in a retch. Your body shook but you kept the sickness in and murmured.

“Please, just get me back,” you begged.

“I will,” he vowed, “I’ll make sure you get out and I’ll make sure he doesn’t stop you,” you heard him gulp between his words, “and after, if you ever need me to knock him on his ass again, I’ll be there. No strings, no expectations, we don’t even need to talk.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the door, watching the pedestrians and other cars. You could only think of everything that needed to be done; grab what you can, email Tony, go back and get your car and drive without stopping.

“Shit,” you sat up as you neared the compound, “I forgot my phone.”

“Good,” Bucky said, “he’s tracking it. Get a new one.”

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Bucky closed the yellow taxi door and watched the cab pull out into the swell of New York traffic. She’d packed the remnants of her former life in a single backpack but he could see, she didn’t even need that. He backed away from the curb and tucked his hands into his pockets. His chest was tight and heavy. He was guilty but he didn’t feel sorry for himself. He felt sorry for her.

He was almost thrown off his feet as a hand gripped his arm and swung him around. Steve was white with anger as a vein popped out in his forehead. His lip was split and his nose bruised from Bucky’s fist. The men faced each other in mutual detest. He never expected to look at his oldest friend that way and feel it so succinctly.

“Where is she?” Steve growled.

Bucky shrugged and shouldered past him, “gone. Far from us.”

Steve followed him and stopped him before he could pass through the door. He shoved him back against the façade of the building but Bucky hardly felt it. He just stood, staring at the man he didn’t know any more, and lifted a brow.

“You gonna beat it out of me?” he asked, “then you’ll have to kill me.”

Steve’s eyes searched Bucky’s and he growled under his breath, “all you had to do was follow the fucking rules.”

“I never liked those rules. I only wanted to be close to her. It was selfish. It was abuse.”

“She liked it,” Steve snapped.

“No, you told her she liked it and she loved you so much, she believed you,” Bucky’s voice turned raw, “she loved you and you threw it all away.”

“You ruined it,” Steve accused.

“Fuck you,” Bucky snarled, “you deserve to be alone.”

“I’ll find her,” Steve curled his fingers into a fist and puffed his chest, “I know exactly where she’s going. She won’t get to her car before I do.”

“No, she will,” Bucky pushed away from the wall and grabbed the front of Steve’s shirt and pinned him, “you won’t make it past me.”

Steve narrowed his eyes and his lips thinned. He gripped Bucky’s shirt in kind and the pair rolled against the wall until they stopped in a bitter stalemate. They stared each other down as their soles scuffed on the pavement and grunted almost in unison at their opponent.

“You won’t keep me from her forever,” Steve said calmly.

“She’s not the only one leaving, Steve,” Bucky hissed, “and I won’t feel bad at all when you wake up one day and realise how lonely you are.”

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Your new apartment was mostly empty but it was yours, unlike that seventh floor box Steve had made your cage. It was far from him, far from Bucky, far from everyone you ever knew. You knew you couldn’t hide with your parents or your sister or even those distant university friends who you knew would have your back. You had to be alone. It was your fear of that which got you into all that mess.

You didn’t see Bucky again but he did get a message to you. He left a gift for you at a safe house on your way out of the state. New identification, an unopened cell, and a wad of cash. It wasn’t atonement but it was what he could give you. You kept driving and exchanged your car at the stateline. You kept on until you felt as if you were in an entirely different country.

You took a job at the grocery store as a cashier. You remembered when you were a child and your mother had the same position. She went back to school and made you promise you’d never end up in the same boat. If she could see you now…

If you could see her.

You dropped your bag on the side table as you entered and turned the lock on the handle and the latch above, the deadbolt over that, and hooked the chain last. You clutched the pepper spray you kept up your sleeve and searched the single bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Your paranoia was your only companion.

You kept the curtains drawn day and night, even those stolid nights when you couldn’t sleep for the thick sweat that coated your body. Those nights came more often and even during the day, you found yourself suffocated in fits of unbearable heat. And at night, you were trapped by the dreams of the past.

You sat and opened up the novel you kept on the coffee table. When you’d been with Steve, you never had much time to read between his need for attention and your work. Your relocation was freeing in more ways than one.

You laid back and wiggled, still in your stiff grocery store uniform and lost yourself in the fantasy adventure of a young warrior. It was a fight you could control; that you could win.

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Bucky held the position and breathed out slowly. His muscles vibrated as he strained and slowly lifted his leg, the toes of his other foot firmly planted on the mat. He turned and outstretched his arm and leg to the ceiling and inhaled. He let out another breath as he reached the next position then returned to downward-facing dog.

He pushed himself back to sit on his knees as the noise of the lapping lake reached his ears and sent a cool breeze over the dock. He pulled his legs out from under him and bent his legs as he leaned his sweaty arms over his knees. He looked out at the glistening water and listened to the noise of birds and critters.

Peace. He couldn’t call it that. Exile, more like. He didn’t trust himself to be near people. His therapist visited once a week and he attended daily video sessions with him. One of his tasks was to find hobbies and to face himself. Yoga was both of those. It cleared his hand and ate up his time.

But then he found himself wishing she was there. He knew she wasn’t in some serene lake house, she didn’t have all the support offered by SHIELD and Stark, she didn’t have anyone. He did what he could, what she would accept from him, but there was nothing he could give her in that life that would ever be enough.

Then he felt awful about those thoughts. She was never his to have.

He stood and walked up the dock and the dirt path to the house. He climbed up onto the large deck and through sliding doors. He poured himself a glass of water and added a slice of lemon. He took it with him as he went to the bedroom where he slept alone, where the shadows of trees loomed over him in the night and swayed like the wraiths of his remorse.

The white cat hopped up on the bed and twirled in expectation, in demand of his attention. He scratched Alpine’s head as he neared and got a nip when he pet him a little too long. The moody feline retreated to the corner of the bed and watched him with his pale blue eyes. The creature was his only friend now.

He took a deep gulp and sat on the edge of the bed and set the glass down. He slid open the drawer of the hand-crafted night table and dipped his fingers inside. He pulled out the pink fabric and held them in his metal hand and stroked the dainty elastic. He should get rid of them, like he had the rest, but he just couldn’t. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t. He would never forget about her.

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You pushed the boxes and cans over the scanner and onto the next belt so that they were carried down to the end of the counter. You smiled as you asked the usual questions and waited for the customer to punch in their pin. You waved on the next in line as the former bagged their goods and you kept the distant tune playing from the low speakers in your head.

The routine was your only comfort. It was easy. Even when you got those fussy customers, the ones with the expired coupons or the wrong flyers, it was simple work. You rang them through and saw them off without concern. Their tantrums were not the worst you’d faced in your time.

When it was your time to clock out, you stopped by the café in the same plaza as the grocery store and ordered a tall iced tea. You came out with your purse on the arm that hid the pepper spray and made your way to the end of the pavement and around the corner to the street.

At the first corner, you turned off onto a small side street then cut through to the park and passed the memorials and statues set along the winding path. It was a longer walk than your normal route but you took it once a week. You liked to watch the ducks but you had to avoid the geese.

You sipped from your straw and smiled at a dog as he passed with his owner and looked over at the kids laughing on the monkey bars. Your uniform tented in the heat of the summer sun but you pressed on, refreshed by the fruity tea.

When you emerged from the park, the grit of the small town returned. The chipped bricks of your building rose above you and you unlocked the front door after a struggle with the ancient keyhole. The door closed heavily behind you and you headed up the dingy stairs.

As you got to your apartment, you went through the usual to-do; lock, search, and settle in. Two months, maybe three, it felt so long ago and yet it felt like only yesterday. You couldn’t help but feel watched, followed, and you knew that sensation would follow you for the rest of your life. But if it was only ever a thought, you could be okay.

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Steve didn’t know what to do with himself at first. First, his girl left and then his best friend.

In the early days of his solace, he told himself it wasn’t true. They’d be back. They couldn’t live without him. They would apologize because they betrayed him. They would realise that he wasn’t the villain. He wasn’t wrong. He busied himself with his missions and waited.

But after two weeks, he saw no signs, heard no tell, nothing. He tried to follow her trail but there wasn’t anything past the state line. He asked where Bucky went but Stark wouldn’t tell and SHIELD kept that information classified from all, even him.

Then, he felt bad and he lingered on those questions that tugged at his mind. Was he wrong? Was he the bad one? Had he really hurt them? Did he deserve it all? He felt awful and fell through on a mission and no one asked any questions. No one knew the reasons for the sudden departures and the downcast captain.

Then he was mad. He was breaking things. He was growling and shouting in frustration. He ripped a door off its hinges and punched a hole through a wall. He paid for the repairs but was told in no short terms to leave the compound. He was all too happy too. He still had that apartment and it wasn’t too bad being in his own space.

But it made him think of her. And as he thought of her, he missed another mission, this time without telling anyone. Phone calls, emails, knocks on his door, they all muddled together in the haze of his thoughts.

He remembered those days, decades ago when Bucky had been his only friend. When he was a boy, when he still felt young, when he still felt like him. He remembered everything that came after and how he fought to save the only man he ever admired. Then everything he’d made him do. He didn’t make him do that, he gave him exactly what he wanted.

Then she made his chest squeeze. He thought of the first time they met. He didn’t think much of her but she somehow won him over with her kindness. He recalled the realisation of how much he liked her, he wasn’t even reluctant enough not to think it was love in that instant. When she saw the loose stitch in his glove and pulled it away like it was nothing. She remarked on the little fix as ‘perfect’ and he couldn’t help his doofy grin and the line he spouted after, ‘not as perfect as you.’

And as he thought of her, he conjured all those hopes he had for them. The life he made for them in his mind. He was going to give it all to her but he just wanted a little fun first. That wasn’t so bad. He could still give it to her and that was all she wanted after all. She wanted the Steve she knew. She wanted the nuclear family and white picket fence. He wanted that too.

When the papers came to announce his dismissal from SHIELD, it felt like freedom. He didn’t care about saving the world anymore. He got out of bed these days and worked out, went for a run, and came back as he went about his own work. As he searched through the servers they tried to block him from and overrode the new restrictions. They always thought he was some clueless idiot from the past.

He could still have that life. All he had to do was find her. He smiled at the screen as he went over everything he had so far. The whiff of her blew out at the stateline but now he could go wherever he wanted without a leash. He could find her if he only tried a little harder.

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Steve gave notice on the lease and traded in his car for something with better mileage and more space. He sold everything that was his life before and headed out on the road with a new lease on life. He wasn’t the Captain anymore, he wasn’t the saviour, he only wanted to be one thing; a husband, a father, hers.

When he reached the state line, he stopped for a while at a motel and asked around. He had her picture and everyone was all too eager to talk to Steve Rogers. He found her car at a used dealership and got the plates and make of the one he’d switched her for. That was a start.

Then he moved on, stopping along the way for a day here and there to relax. He had time. He had confidence again. He did this everyday, this was her first time, she couldn’t outrun him forever. He had the skills and the savings to get him a lot further than she ever could.

He drove through several more states before he hit another block. A second car traded but the dealer was not as talkative. That meant he had to break in after dark and that was time he didn’t feel like spending on some stubborn bitch. But he got it done and moved on.

Then there was a week of doubt and desperation. What if he was wrong? What if this was all a part of her plan? Maybe she was smart enough to lead him in the wrong direction. Maybe Bucky was helping her. Maybe they were together. That thought made him livid.

He took off in the opposite direction but ended up with nothing but desert heat and rural nothingness. He turned around and assured himself that neither of them were smarter than him. He returned to the same point and slowly pieced together the clues until he was sure enough to keep on.

He was getting close. He could sense it. He pulled out his phone and opened those videos he’d taken from Bucky and the pictures of that day they’d made a mess of her. His hand was nothing compared to her and even if he came, he found himself dissatisfied. He ended up cursing only to start again a minute later.

That night he started in the bed then ended up in the shower and before he could get out of the bathroom, he was gripping his dick as he leaned on the counter and muttered her name over and over. He was impatient. He needed her soon or he was going to go mad.

He hardly slept as he tossed and turned in the hotel room. He checked out early but pulled over on the country road to get off again. It made him angry. She should be the one fucking him, he shouldn’t be using his own hand. He shouldn’t be alone. She should be there with his dick down her throat as he drove them to their suburban paradise.

He passed another city sign and spent a day running circles without a catch. He pressed on through the night, not wanting another motel bed, and pulled in at a station just outside a small town. He gassed up and chewed on jerky as he set out once more.

On a whim, he stopped in the small town and stopped for a meal at the local fish and chip place. It was unusual for the area but the fries were crispy and not overly salted and the fish breaded perfectly. He kept his hat on and his face down. He didn’t need to be recognized although his poor disguise seemed to draw attention.

“Louise,” the voice chimed with the bell, “gosh, I’m so sorry, I almost forgot.”

Steve looked up as his heart fluttered. He saw the green uniform shirt and black pants and at first, he was ready to deflate. But the way she walked, and her face, the way she glowed and smiled at the woman behind the till, he knew it was her. He’d found her.

“I am so stupid! I keep forgetting everything,” she counted out the money from her wallet, “I’ve been craving this all week and I’m halfway home and I’m like oh my god,” she chattered on, that way she did when they’d first met.

“Not at all, darlin’,” Louise handed her the parcel of fish and chips, “you go on enjoy.”

“Thank you!” she sang sweetly and scurried back through the door.

Steve stood slowly and left his tab on the table with a thoughtlessly generous tip. He adjusted his cap and headed out the door slowly. She wasn’t moving as fast as she made her way down the street. She swung the tied parcel from her hand and he noticed how her hips swayed. There was something different about her, something he liked.

He kept the same pace, sure to hang back so that she didn’t notice him. She led him through a park and she stopped to smile at a party of ducks in the small pond. She carried on over the small bridge and he sat on a bench when she looked back. She didn’t seem to notice as an older couple passed him and he hid behind them.

He got back up just as she was at the exit. He trailed her back to the streets and to an old brick building with an iron sign above the front door. She let herself in and he stood outside with a smirk.

“Perfect,” he said to himself as he backed away and strode down the sidewalk, “always so perfect for me.”

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