#imma bite concrete

[priapussdick]

she is so fucking pretty im losing my mind

[tetsuooooooooooo]

oohhh gooood people saw thiiis this is what i signed up for now i have to write the thinnngs ah fuuck aight everybody shut up im so fuckin scared right now bcgdyikfsgohd

Disclaimer this is bad and stupid i was so close to cancelling this post and maybe i still will cause the more i ruminated the more plot holes n hurdles i encountered and its not good you should leave now bye

cool cool now that ive absolutely channeled my man with all that lets get this over with

the song in question that im basing the whole asspulling oral exam rant off of letsa go

the bare skeleton of this whole concept of mine is just a revenge fantasy for my boo, just fuckin decided to give him a goddamn warlord arc cause sure whatevs thats so in character lol

it hit me at some point when listening to the last part

i was like huh. this is kinda fitting for Muriel. with the curse n whatnot. it might not be what he asked for for the deal exactly but he doesnt hate the idea of it. it works to isolate him and give him a perception of freedom. its kind of a useful ability too, isnt it. you can get away with basically anything, as soon as youre out of sight, right? imagine the possibilities (because i sure cant seeing how i havent come up with a concrete example of how he could really use it to his advantage, but yea you can see what im getting at like imagine the kinda things julian would pull if they switched deals lol)

the warmup here is just fucking. pure emo muriel turnt the fuck up to 11. and to this "everything sucks" sentiment we sprinkle a little "so lets fuck shit up" punk. and like. ok this is the first deviation from canon i had to figure out to make this work hfgsgjfst but liike im imagining that ritual asra did? to get mc back up? yeah no that did not work out, lucio is indeed back instead, the gang focked it up, but everyone still got their deals? because? fuckinn magic? i dont think i remember that ritual shid explained in any coherent way? thats on me i reckon but like cmon i dare say theres not that many magic rules established in this story anyhoo idk

aight so anyway: lucio is back in perfectly good shape, maybe he gets devil upgrades for some magical shenanigans maybe not idk, asra's a mess. Murmur does not feel safe with lucio around again for round 2 and with no more hope of him biting the dust soon, and hes pretty over asras shit with mc (ok no cause this one's canon its established somewhere that hes kinda jealous right like hes the one that talks about asras whole "hes addicted to you" thing right i so totally remember that exactly how it was from when i played asra 2 goddamn years ago im definitely not bending murms established character fhsbkvj but like cmon asras his only buddy no matter what he says they frickin get together in that one route)

so

he does what he does best, packs it up and gets the fuck on outta that whole mess immediately

and heads south

as far as he can

and like, this next bit doesnt actually have to be a part of this story cause of course i dont know how to make it make sense lmao but imma include it here just because this is the most interesting part for me because this is where i possibly find out from feedback if my beef with khamgalai is valid or not

because yeah im projecting cause yes he would probably be all "yeah ok sure i deserved that its cool lol" like the silly little bitch he is

but fucking. if she knew. where he was. how miserable. how hopeless and helpless.

why the ✨fuck✨ did she not COME GET HIM

over the motherfucking almost 30 years, when she wasnt as old as when we meet her in his route, when the fight's been over, when shes from a fucKING NOMAD TRIBE, EXPERIENCED and RESOURCEFUL and MAGICAL AS FUCK TO BOOT

absolutely feel free to come at me about this theres so many possible explanations n excuses but as none of it has been explored in canon cause she just had to fucking get instakilled before anybody asked about anything i reserve my right to stay salty gchgjyr

yeah anyway he finds her! and maybe gets to actually stay a while. maybe gets to learn of his roots, find his selfworth, heal a little bit. but he finds out about that little detail and freaks the fuck out cause girl what did you just pop in see him starvin on the street and killing people and just went "eh it builds character" fuCKINGG SOMEBODY HAVE MERCY ON THIS MAN OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN she probably couldnt. she probably couldnt calm down bro she had to dig a lotta holes over there she was mad tired

im also mad tired at this point so let me get to the crux of it cause it is really not that deep. he ventures out on a lifechanging fieldtrip, at some point decides that you know what? fine, he'll be a killer if thats what (he thinks) hes supposed to be. he has nothing to lose everything to gain, getting killed by lucio will only end his miserable existence, but in the case he Can overthrow him? why not make the one last ditch effort in his life. everybody wins, either way. if we are including khamgam in, i think itd be cool if he got the intel about the kokhuri survivours spread out through the land, cause how fucking cool is it gonna be to band together, steal lucios tribe name again, and set the fuck out to kill his ass by any means (i feel like morga could be included in here somewhere but i dont know they probably wouldnt be very big fans, maybe muriel meets her somewhere along before and gets apprenticed then he can tell the gang shes cool we need her shes got lucio trackers n shit shell teach us to fight i dunno i dont really like the vibe but if youre into morga redemption go for it)

and how fucking cool would it be if they figured out magics to extend his curse ability to the whole squad so they can roll in through a city, take anything they want n leave with no hubbub about it. i actually can say i genuinely enjoy This idea at least lmao

this would of course require moomoo to roll 20 charisma to convince those people to drop everything and come with him on a fucking revenge crusade but ya know what? were not gonna worry about that heres more song lyrics that make me think about khal drogo muriel

goatman step the fuck up💞💗✨💅🏽

and if you Are a fucked up little deviant interested in a romantic little khaleesi rp hwite woman escapism tribe wife murdercouple vibe fantasy (whahuh,, who.,:; me?.??, why i NEVER) then enjoy this vision of a proposal to your i guess non MC oc cuz theyre ded lol💖💞💗💞💖

god this is. i have no more words why are you here how did you get down here, the disappointment is over, youre free now, run away🤗

anyway anyone wanna hear about my Muriel "tired of being nice/goes apeshit"/revenge/angst/inspired by niche song" au idea

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Day 6: Violent Delights | Prompt List

One sided Psycho!Makarov x reader (so just regular Makarov with extra steps)

This one is a reference to a George Romero quote, "Violent Delights have violent ends", which basically means that being a violent psycho can't be a long-suffering gig. One way or another.

Ps: ok but imma need you guys to plz check this one out (if you're comfortable) bc this is far and away my best one yet lmao 👀🤌🏻

Tw: mentions of gore and moments of non-con, but nothing explicit or over the top

You hold your breath as you sprint through the sewage system. This place is filthy enough, but the mangled bodies and remains littered throughout make it all the more sickening. It's too the point that the water is red with the blood of the victims.

All along the walls are messages and strange symbols. Some painted, some carved, right into the concrete.

You've been a detective for years now, and to this day, you've never seen anything as depraved as the case you're on now.

There had been several disappearences over the last couple months, with no clues as to a connection. Nothing about these people seemed to be consistent. Just that they were missing.

That is, until the bodies started showing up.

A corpse was found washed up on the shore of retainment pond, out flowing from the sewer. The body was mutilated almost beyond recognition. It seemed like a one off thing until another appeared. And another. And another. All butchered in similar fashions.

It's looks like someone just taking out their rage on random strangers.

A case was put together immediately, and you in charge. You were of course determined to find this nightmare of a murderer, but... It would seem you're not the only one who wants to get to know one another.

It started with random gifts sent to the precinct, made out for you. Flowers, chocolate, once even a blank valentine's day card. Then they started arriving at your door, the cards now filled with notes just as carefully penned as they are disturbing.

"Your eyes have the most sparkle I've ever seen. I want them"

"Do you like Lillys? They make me think of you. Soft, fragile."

"I know you're looking for me. I want to see you too"

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I lo-"

"Why don't you love me?...You will"

You had to move into special protection. Even then, the notes kept coming. You and your team searched furiously for any hint that would bring you closer to solving this. But it just never came.

The people kept disappearing, and the disturbed declarations of love kept coming. Until one day...

A package came for you at work. It's nearly wrapped and tied. "For my beloved, the seeker of my heart", the tag reads.

You aggressively tear the package open and lift the top. Inside lays a whole human heart. Perfectly intact.

The color rushes from your face at the shock, and the smell... The smell of coins fills your nostrils, but the knowledge that it's someone else's blood almsot makes you puke. Worse yet, you can make out a little lamented note beneath the heart.

You take it to forensics and when it can be safely removed... The note says, "Look no further. It's yours. Come find me"

On the back of the page are a string of numbers. Coordinates. You and a team make short work of finding the place. It leads you to the head of a sewer service entry.

The bars are covered in rust, implying the city has abandon it. And yet, the door hangs slightly ajar, the lock pad left purposely off. An invitation.

You take it.

And here you are, following what little trail you can make out as you crawl through the bloody waters. Your team tails behind as you take the lead, but your numbers have slowly dwindled as the time has passed. The system has several branches that your team has splintered off to take.

Soon, it's down to you.

You hope to meet up with them soon, particularly now that you're at the end of the line. A giant, cavernous room stands all around you, your only light source a couple rays of sun through a manhole cover up by the catwalk.

The room is covered in gore. It's a wonder no one has reported the stench yet. You sweep the area with your pistol and flashlight, but it seems... Empty. Perhaps you're too late.

You turn around and shake your head out. Damn it! You thought you had something...

As you make your way back the way you came. You pass by a nook in the wall and out shoots an arm to grab you.

Your screams are silenced by a pair of rough, grimy lips as they smash into yours. You struggle and fight against the shadowy figure, but the hands around your biceps hold fast as iron to keep you in place. Your head feels light, your lungs on fire, as if the oxygen is being sucked right out of you.

At last the kiss ends. The perpetrator takes a deep breath at the nape of your neck, drinking in the smell of you.

Acting on instinct, you headbutt him sharply and try to wrench yourself away. He cries out in pain and surprise, but manages to hold on as you drag him out into the light.

A rolling chuckles escapes him as he wipes the blood from his brow. "Leaving so soon? I thought you wanted to see me", he speaks in a thick Russian accent and tries to lean back in for more unwanted affection.

You slap him soundly and respond with your rank and declaration of arrest.

"I know who you are detective", he caresses your cheek, green and blue eyes staring with a sick love into the back of your eyes, "That's why we're here. Together"

He pins your arms to your side and backs you into the wall, "And you're going to stay, with me"

You spit in his face, "Go to hell"

He responds with a punch. It breaks your skin and releases a thin line of blood. You take the moment of freedom to reach for your holstered reserve gun, but it's too late.

You both wrestle against each other's arms for the gun. You're able to squeeze off a few rounds, but all you get is on to his boot. All it's good for is making him angry, as he instantly reacts to the pain with a burst of strength.

He wrenches your arm in the opposite direction. A popping sound is heard as you scream in pain and drop the firearm. He slams you against the filthy cement wall, emphasizing his words, "Don't make me hurt you again"

All of a sudden, his expression changes from an angry sneer to something last like remorse. He cups your cheek softly and kisses the bloody cut his knuckles made.

"I love you, detective. Ever since I first saw you...", he kisses you again and again, in hungry little bites as tears flow from your eyes. As thought he doesn't even notice, he smiles and forcibly turns you around to the room of carnage behind you.

"Do you like it? I set it up just for you. I wanted everything to be perfect for our first time", before you can react, he turns you around and shoves you to the ground, landing just on top of you.

The bloody sewage nearly engulfs you as you struggle to keep your mouth and nose above water. You thrash and fight and kick and scream as he goes first for your top...

"Detective! Open fire!"

A hail of gunfire lights up the dark tunnel, creating a smattering of fine holes into your assailant. He kneels above you, dripping blood from his chest and mouth and takes a ragged breath as he stares down at you.

"Bitch"

He wipes a mouthful of blood from his lips and, at long last, falls still.

[rantingwriter]

Accidentally in Love (Hawks x Civilian reader) Pt. 1

Trigger warning: depressive thoughts, mention of hospital and severe injury. Some angsty bits, but it will get fluffier later.

The blaring alarm wakes you up with a groan. "Another day….another day." You sigh as you sit up in a twin bed. "Oh, right...I stayed over at Rika's place. Ugh I hope I didn't do anything stupid in front of her and her husband." You rub your face, feeling the build up of oils from the long hours of stress you endured at work. Not to mention the slight hangover from last night. You get up to shower and get ready for work. You stare into the mirror as you brush your damp locks out. "What am I even doing?" The question has been weighing heavily in your mind for weeks now. You managed to land the job of your dreams, that's what you kept telling yourself at least. Your last real relationship was over 2 years ago, and you aren't even sure what you want to do now. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and go down to the kitchen, "Rika?" No response. 

You spot a note left for you on the counter, 'sorry emergency at the clinic. I'll see you at Fumiko's party next week. Please be careful on your way to work. -Rika p.s. there are painkillers and a bento for your lunch in the fridge.'' 

You smile full of gratitude, "she is too nice, I owe her one." You grab the bento and pocket the painkillers for later. Opting out of breakfast to go grab a can of coffee and get an early start to your work day. As you walk to the usual convenience store, a ruckus can be heard around the corner. "Nope, not my problem." You enter the store and get your go to brand of coffee: WAX coffee. You pay for the drink and cautiously walk back out into the streets, the sounds from earlier are still going. "Figured they would've dealt with that by now. I can't get to work at this rate…” You don’t exactly have a useful quirk outside your job. You can use threads and fibers nearby, whether they come from existing clothes or unused spools and weave them together to create cloth. You were like a human sewing machine, handy in a quilting store, not so handy in a crisis. As you weigh your options a sudden shockwave ripples through the air. You manage to keep your balance, but you don’t see the body plummeting towards you before they slam into you. Your head hits the concrete and you black out for a few moments.

“Hey kid, you okay?” You can hear a muffled voice speaking to you. The ringing in your ears and the stars in your eyes make it hard to discern the owner. “Kid, how many fingers am I holding up?” 

“Blevinteen?” You can barely hold your head up as you look around to get your bearings. You see your unopened can of coffee and reach for it. 

Another shockwave ripples by and you feel like you are gonna be sick. “Shit!” The stranger throws you over their shoulder and takes off. Once you are a safer distance away they carefully sit you on the ground. “Don’t move, medics should be here soon and they will take care of you.” The blurry visage of wings is all you can make out as your consciousness wanes. You give into the heavy pull of your eyelids, oblivious to the ongoing battle. 

When you finally come to, you are in the hospital with a throbbing headache and some extra wounds you don’t recall having last time you checked. “Where?” You look around to see your friend who works as an EMT standing by your bed. 

“Thank God you’re awake!” Fumiko flings her arms around your neck. “When they retrieved you from the rubble I was so worried!” 

“Fumi, Imma need you to take it down about 2 notches…” you hold your head to emphasize the reason.

“Right, sorry, I just…” she sniffles and wipes her cheeks with a handkerchief. “You’ve been in a coma for a week.” 

“A weEK?! Your voice cracks and you end up sending yourself into a coughing fit. She helps you to sit up to make it a little easier to clear your air way. “How? What even happened?!”

Your friend pulls up a chair and starts to fill you in on the last seven days. A horrible villain attack took place near the convenient store you always visit. The attack was small to start, but it quickly escalated to the point that buildings were destroyed. One of the said buildings collapsed on top of you. 

“Wait, I wasn’t in a building when it happened…” You couldn’t quite remember everything from that day, but you distinctly recall someone flying into you and reaching for your coffee can. 

“Doesn’t matter, even if you were just in the street you were stuck. The Heroes worked as fast as they could to get everyone out of the disaster zone.” 

“Damn…” You feel the weight of the situation hit you and you check yourself under the blanket. Your friend bows her head to avoid seeing your expression. “Fumi...where’s my foot?” 

“It...it was already gone when they recovered you…” You drop the blanket, you feel what was left of the color drain from your face. “The doctor said they can fit you for a prosthetic if you want one, but…”

“What?” Fumi bites her lip, “what else did they find?!” 

“You have a spinal injury, it’s not a complete one so there is hope to walk again, but for now...you are paralyzed from the waist down.” You feel everything go numb, you’ve lost a foot, you're paralyzed, and you’ve lost 7 days to a coma. “I’m so sorry [y/n],” she wraps her arms around you, but there is no warmth to be felt. Your life wasn’t exactly whole to begin with, but now it feels like it’s shattered completely. 

Shortly after filling you in, Fumi has to return to work, she was just checking on you during her break. It gives you alone time to process everything. As you stare out your window a thought occurs to you, who was it that crashed into you? You focus hard on the fuzzy image, the only discernible detail was the red, wing like appendages. You didn’t really follow the news or trends of pro-heroes, so you were honestly clueless as to who the mystery man was. A doctor eventually comes in to check on you and record your vitals. They discuss treatment options and a guesstimate to how long you would need to stay in the hospital. Your job was essentially forfeit for the duration of your recovery, if the place was even still standing. For the time being they advise you to rest and recover your strength before the more rigorous treatment started. You consent to the plan and are ready to settle in for a nap when the nurse assisting the doctor remembers something. 

“[Preferred pronoun], this was left for you at the front desk.” She hands you a slightly damaged can of coffee with a note attached.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you pull off the note to read it. 

‘Hey there kid, sorry for literally crash-landing into you and leaving you in such a dangerous area like that. I honestly thought I had you far enough away from the fight, obviously I was wrong. I wanted to visit you in person, but they said you weren’t awake yet. I’ll try again some other time, hang in there. -Hawks’ Your brows shoot up in surprise, a pro-hero wants to visit you? Probably a courtesy thing, maybe even a PR stunt, yet you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest. You flip the little paper over to find an addendum ‘by the way, you have great taste in coffee. I’ll be sure to bring you some more, if the staff will allow it.’ A little winky face is drawn on as well. It makes you smile, it hurts because your lips are seriously chapped, but you don’t mind. If nothing else, you might get a free coffee from this Hawks fella. 

[jay-in-chicago]

Know The Risk.

Summary: Jay knows sleeping with his CI is enough to get him fired, but when she’s needed for an job, Jay can’t handle it. Pairing: Jay Halstead x unnamed female character. Characters: Jay, Voight, Olinsky. Warnings: mentions of drug dealing, weapon threat (gun), the suggestion of sexual favours in exchange for work (incredibly brief and not in detail), brief mention of sex (with Jay). Words: 2092 A/N: I’m pretty nervous to be posting this, so I’ll hit post and then go and hide. While I’m not new to writing, I am new to writing for the Chicago world. Apologies if the characterisation isn’t correct, I’m still learning. Not BETA’d because this is my first time here, so all mistakes, errors and typos are completely my own.

This was a request from my patreon account.

Likes, reblogs and feedback makes me squeal with happiness.

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Jay’s been on edge ever since she stepped out of the car and headed towards the meeting point. He’d personally wired her up as he’d tried to keep his cool. His fingers had worked meticulously, and he’d made sure the camera attached to her blouse button was hidden. They needed to see as well as hear but the thought of her going in there alone made bile rise.

“I thought you wanted to solve this case?” she’d questioned, staring him down as she’d ran her tongue over her teeth as she watched him fretting.

“I do but not at this expense.” He’d whispered back, thankful the mic wasn’t live yet. To the rest of the team, she was simply one of Jay’s informants, nothing more than that. He had a few, mostly men but there were a few women who he could call on for a favour, though she’s the only one who had managed to get under his skin. She’d left such an impression on him that he couldn’t get her off his mind.

“Admit it,” she’d grinned at him, “if you weren’t milking me for information every opportunity you have, you’d be trying to get something else out of me.” He’d held out as long as he possibly could before she’d been invited to his apartment, the two of them finally giving in to what has been building for months. Jay had taken her with such relish, desperate to savour every moment of it not thinking for a moment it would be repeated.

But it had. That first time had unlocked something within the two of them, making them unable to resist one another. They’d find a way to have the conversations at either hers or his, she’d tell him everything he needed to know with each swipe of his tongue. Jay made sure he learnt what she liked as quickly as possible. He didn’t have an ego outside of the bedroom and ensured that it stayed the same inside of it but he couldn’t help it. The more she gave him, the more he wanted to take. The more he needed to take.

She’d have given him the information regardless but the coaxing, slow drawing of it, the way she’d withhold details unless he gave her an orgasm was all part of their foreplay. And for every arrest made, every case closed thanks to her, she was rewarded with even more. When Jay reached out to her about this case, she had the right connections, provided details and information that proved to be vital. She’d managed to worm her way in, met their main suspect a few times and managed to get close to being trusted as an outsider could, enabling her to be able to slip between members without being stopped. Or at least not initially.

Which is why she was the perfect candidate for heading in there tonight. Jay sits with headphones on, eyes barely moving from the screen. He hates every word that comes from her mouth. He knows she’s putting it on, but the seductive tone to it makes his cock stir against his wishes, the words should be making him shrink back against the seat in which he sits. She’s flirting with whoever she needs, their faces show the level of interest in her, the way they lick their lips as they drag their gaze down her body and wipe their thumb over the corner of their mouth as they chuckle and click their tongue.

She slipped through the crowd, searching for the one who they’d shown her the picture of until finally he came into view on the camera. Jay felt his body tense up, watching everything unfold on the screen before him. He’d seen what happened to people who got in his way, they were either in the ground or in the morgue and one wrong thing said, one tone off, one nervous hesitation and he’d know. The last thing Jay wanted was to watch her be taken down in front of his eyes, recorded for evidence and to be used whenever needed. The thought of it turned his stomach, had him biting at his nails with anxiety until he was sitting forward, his eyes widening as Darius played straight into her hand.

Jay knew better than anyone how good she was. She played the part incredibly well, and though he knew how she appeared to others, he was the one who saw her for who she really was. The version playing out on the screen for the team to see right now, that was flawless acting. Olinsky and Voight have exchanged glances at one another, muttered under their breath no doubt not wanting Jay to hear but he has. They comment on the way she held her cool, how convincing she appeared and how if they hadn’t had a conversation with her prior to sending her in there, they’d have believed her act. Pride licks at the edges of the raw anxiety ridden wound that festered with each passing minute.

“So you’re the one I’ve been hearin’ ‘bout?” his voice could be heard over the music, the way he looked at her made Jay’s stomach turn.

“depends what you’ve been hearing.”

His tongue slipped over his lips as he’d opened his legs, his hand resting against his inner thigh, the opposite leg swings open and closed as he watched her. “that you know someone who can take twenty keys and make me a lotta money.”

“That’s enough, we can get her out now, right?” Jay asked, moving the headset from one ear to look at Voight.

“Not yet,” his husky tone remained steady as his eyes stayed fixed on the screen.

“He just adm-”

“He didn’t admit anything. We need something concrete before we bust in there and mess up the whole thing.”

Jay clenched his jaw, kept listening and waiting impatiently for Darius to say something which could be used. He wasn’t a praying man but sitting there, with the screen having his full attention and her safety fully on his mind? Yeah, Jay was praying.

“listen yeah? Imma let your guy sell 8. See how that shifts. See if I can trust him.” Darius talks slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. What he means by trusting her buying is also seeing if he could trust her too. Jay knows how this works. You tell a small secret, or a lie, see what happens with it. Build it up until you decide if you can trust a person. If she delivers him the money for 8 and keeps the money coming in, she can be trusted with more product. “After that, we’ll look at somethin’ bigger yeah?”

Darius’s gaze drops down her body, takes in the curves of her body, the ones that Jay knows too well. His blood boils but he forces his hand to remain relaxed. If he clenched his hand, showed his emotion which could be taken exactly for what it is, he’d be packing his desk in a box and walked out of the building before the ink had dried on his paperwork.

Come on you son of a bitch, give me one good reason not to land a punch on you the second I get my hands on you.

“Like what?”

“Look at you thinkin’ big.” He runs his tongue back over his lips as he watches her. “I like the way your mind works. How bout that mouth?”

“What about it?”

“Wanna taste somethin’ on mine? You gonna be sellin’ it, don’t you wanna taste first? See how good it is” he asks, the fingers of the hand that rests against his thigh drums over his clothes.

“You’re giving me a freebie?”

“Bitch, ain’t nothing free here.” He scoffs, unable to believe she really asked that. “You want my H? You gotta show me how much you want it.” His hand moves, fingers tracing over his belt, snapping it open in one fluid motion. The explanation clear.

“We go now.” Voight’s voice rings out behind Jay. His headset is snapped away from him within seconds and he’s on his feet, out of the van with the others following.

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“Jay?” Neither have really said a word since they got back to the precinct. She wanted to, was desperate to fill the silence with mindless chatter like they would usually but the look on his face tells her he’d rather have this than talk. “Jay.” She tries again and only now do his light eyes flicker up to her face. His hands still work, removing her wires, her camera and anything else which could pick the two of them up. Anything which could be used against them. “Are you not going to say anything?”

“I will once my heart leaves my throat.”

“I did ok though, right? You’d use me again.”

“You terrified me half to death, that’s what you did.”

“But did I do ok?”

He sighs, locks his jaw and stares at her as his hands drop to his side, the devices tightly fixed in his fist. “You did and that’s the problem.”

Her brow furrows, “pro-”

“Yes, problem. Do you realise how convincing you were? If we hadn’t come in when we had? He could’ve-”

“but he didn’t.”

“But he could have.”

“I knew the risk when I agreed to do this.” She lifts her face, angles her chin defiantly at him.

“So did I but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about the way he was or how it was playing out.” Turning his back briefly to put the device into the box it came from, he can’t wipe the memory of the camera from his mind.

They’re downstairs, away from security cameras, away from mics; the only two in that area are the ones Jay has just disconnected and put away. Alone, with no footsteps approaching, she steps forward and pulls him into a hug. “I’m fine. You came at exactly the right time. Maybe if you came in minutes after? That could have been a different story. Look at me, he barely touched me.” She says, ignoring the way her head throbs at the memory of how he’d grabbed her hair so tightly she thought he planned to rip clumps from her scalp as he’d dragged her to her feet and held a gun to her temple, using her as a shield. Her heart rate had only just calmed but the intense way that Jay stared at her made it pick up a little more. “I’m ok because of you.”

“But if I hadn’t.” His voice cracks a little and that one sound? That one sound breaks her.

“Hey,” moving his hand, she presses it against her chest, “see, I’m alive because of you and your team. Don’t beat yourself up over what could be. I’m here. Unhurt. And I’d do it again if it meant I could be of use to you.”

“Your information helps enough. I don’t need you almost getting attacked or killed just so we can take someone down. There are other ways.”

“If it wasn’t me in that position Jay, it would have been someone else. Would you have felt better having someone else have that gun pressed against their head just because it wasn’t me? Because I wouldn’t.”

When he says nothing, just continues to stare at her, she nuzzles her nose against his jaw, over his throat before pressing her lips to him, feeling the rough stubble as it grazes against her soft skin. “You’re feeling this because you acted as you should.” she presses more kisses, up the underside of his jaw and finally over the curve of it, her lips dragging towards his lips until he finally moves, dipping his face to meet her lips with his own and kisses her with all the pent up emotion he’d been keeping in, now barely to hold himself back after just a taste of her again.

“We can’t do this here.” He groans, forcing himself to pull away from her. Her eyes are dilating, her chest rises and falls from the rapid breathing. “You know where the spare key is for my place right? I’ll meet you there. You need to go now before I take you into the supply closet and get fired.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m naked.” She says, stepping towards him and pulling his lip between her teeth, nibbling on it just enough to draw a long groan from him before letting it go with a satisfying pop.

[yandere-flower]

Okay outlast anon back! Imma set the scene..

You're a rookie investigative reporter looking for a big case to really show your capabilities in the field. Your chance comes when one day you get an email from a whistle blower who works at a private prison deep in the mountains. In her email she brings up improper care, abuse, expieriments, and corruption at the highest level. She needs your help exposing the prison and bringing all of the illegal treatment to light, and thats where you come in. Excited to take such a huge case, you head to the mansion to meet up with the whistleblower not knowing you'll inevitably be stuck in a prison full of bloodthirsty criminals, waiting to take a bite. Your expectations of the prison was not what you were expecting. You had thought you were going to meet up with the whistleblower and help get her out of the facility so you could both expose what was going on, but you hadnt expected the place to be taken over! You barely avoid being seen by some of the inmates wandering about but luckily for you they seem to be more preoccupied with figuring a way out of the facility. But don't let that alarm you. Some criminals have different goals from the others.

Sawyer "The Friendly Crook": You're running around trying to figure out where to go next when you come across Sawyer in a room trying to pry the bars off of a nearby window. You had originally gone into the room to avoid the other criminals but Sawyer didn't say anything threatening to warent too much wariness. You still kept your distance but after a bit of talking he said he'd show you around and try to show you where to go next. Long story short hes introducing you to some inmates hes befriended and telling you about everything thats been happening at the facility. Youre suprised by his personality and start to think that maybe hes one of the people whos gotten stuck here on accident. Until, you see him break the skull of someone who catcalls you in the halls, and how all of his inmate friends are cheering him on. After Sawyer is done grinding the other inmates head into the concrete, you meet eyes with him and realize, this is a criminal youre looking at. A murderer. You realize youve been too naive and that youve forgotten just where you really were. So, you dip. You manage to slip through the crowd and use one of the exits to get to another part of the prison but as you leave, Sawyer is chasing after you, apologizing and trying to tell you that the creep deserved it. You get to the door but realize Sawyer lied to you about the real exits, and that this door is locked. He corners you but just before he can pounce, you look up and see a vent. He notices but its too late, youve already squeezed through and had begun crawling to another part of the prison where Sawyer cant grab you. As you wiggle through the vents, you hear Sawyers desperate pleas begging you to come back.

Margo "The Whistle Blower": You find Margo later on in your journey. You discover her tied up and locked in an office in the guards area. She was put there after the officals of the prison had discovered her trying to collect evidence of the prisons crimes. Apparently Margo was only supposed to work there for a few months to help with the investigation of some mysteriously murdered inmates and guards. Its during said investigation that she learned of how the prison was really run and just how high the corruption goes. Shes was playing along for as long as she could, but slipped up when she got too careless looking for more info. You free her and after that yall are stuck together like glue. You help eachother get through the prison, protect one another from danger and even lend her a shoulder to cry on when things become too overwhelming. She admires your tenacity and unwillingness to give up, and even begins to think of you as a hero pf sorts, as ridiculous as that may sound in her head. Since Margo is the first actually chill people you have run into in this place, you too begin to enjoy her presence. You both start to develop some feelings, but during a moment where youre both running away from a dangerous ex guard whos tryong to stop Margo from escaping, you both get seperated and have to find a way back to her before she gets hurt.

Mizu "The Not So Innocent Hacker": You stumble across Mizu during a mission to fix the messed up security systems that are causing doors in the asylum to malfunction. You need to get this fixed so you can progress to other places in the prison and eventually to your exit. Thats when you find Mizu messing with the systems in the security office. He was toying with guards and inmates alike and keeping track of everything that was happening via the security cameras. He tells you that he knew you were coming and proposes a deal. He'll help you with the malfunctioning doors IF you let him tag along and give him protection. What you don't know is that he already had a plan to escape before you showed up. However ever since you stepped foot into the prison hes been stalking you. At first it was for his own intertainment but now he realized hes obsessed with you, and wants you all to himself. So while you may think hes just a fragile annoying and a pain in your ass hacker, hes actually an obsessed braty yandere unwilling to let anyone else have your attention. Hey at least he comes with a high powered taser.

I have more ideas but I'm a starting to feel a bit burnt out lol also, im still not sure how to fit all the yandere characters into this scenario but heres a few ideas;

Desmond "The Framed Detective": Des gets framed for a crime he didnt commit and gets sent to the prison. He too wants to expose the prison and put away the people who did him wrong. You run into him after loosing Margo and yall team up to try to find her

Cliff "The Mysterious Ex-Professor" or "The Warden": Either Cliff is put in the prison by a another jealous professor framing him OR hes the secret warden of the prison whos planned the whole break out from the start

Zara "The Block Queen": Went to jail after getting conned by her evil uncle and taking the blame for his crimes in the business industry. Originally shes just waiting for her Lawyers to get her out of prison but realizes maybe its not so bad when you gain the repsecy of all the prisoners in your block and find yourself a cute reporter darling to help clear your name

Then honestly for Ezra and Olive, im drawing a blank 😂 I may need some help Flo lol

Holy shit, I love all of this so much?? These are some great intros!!

Personally, I think we should dig into the criminal aspect for Olive. Make her some kind of serial murderer, maybe she was getting sick and tired of her "imperfect partners" and got rid of them

As for Ezra, I imagine maybe he got so into his baking he added something that probably shouldn't be consumed on mass, and he got thrown in because everyone thought it was intentional and not just because he is a eccentric baker

Also, it seems you're missing Antonio! So I could add a suggestion, maybe Antonio committed some crimes as well, maybe he murdered some gallery curator or another artist out of jealousy or rage and he wounds up there. And Cliff, being the dutiful father, visited regularly and keeps trying to get his son out until he unfortunately got stuck in the prison during the outbreak. But what they don't know is that Antonio had to get his skills from someone...

[notspazztrapavacado]

Got the inspiration for this from scpdoctor-incorrectquotes so thanks again for being cool with me writing this :)

'Frozen frustration'

Dr. Iceberg x reader (fluff?)

“Fucking GREAT.” Iceberg groaned loudly his protest to the sky, as if that would make the clouds disperse under the wrath of his less than intimidating stature. 

Ice coated every concrete surface it could cing to. The hand railings, the sidewalk, most of the street, the stairs. The people responsible for pouring salt and removing the frozen layer of winter wouldn't be here for another three hours. He frowned, not wanting to sleep in the breakroom again and wanting to fall down the stairs even less. 

“Mornin’ Iceman.” A familiar voice sounded from behind him and he felt his hair get ruffled, messing it up even more than it already was from his long day at work.

“(Y/n)? You’re still here?” He tilted his head and the friend in question had to stop themselves short of commenting on how cute he could be when he was tired. 

“Yeah, I was helping Bright out with his filing. Guy’s the least organized bastard in this place.” (He/She) made a move to go past them, not even minding the ice as their shoe was able to successfully make an imprint in the ice. Iceberg huffed, irritated.

“You comin’?” (Y/n) asked, raising a brow as (he/she) was puzzled by his stillness. 

“Can't. Shoes don’t get traction and i’m not quite heavy enough to change that.” He crossed his arms, getting a little pink in the face at the sound of a laugh.

“Need help?” (He/She) pulled (his/her) hand from (his/her) pocket and held it out, fingers splayed and wiggling to motion the offer forward.

“We’ll both eat shit on the stairs if I go down.” Iceberg made sure that part was clear as he placed his hand in (his/hers). (He/She) only laughed again. 

“Alright, 50/50 chance we don’t is still good odds.” (He/She) shot him a smile and he had to return it. It might not be the best situation to find yourself holding hands with someone in, but it was better than nothing and Iceberg was a sucker for anything warmer than him. Especially hugs and hand holding. . . he shook the further thoughts of (Him/Her) away with a blush and some self scolding under his breath that was inaudible to his more optimistic co-worker.

He took a hesitant step down, feeling the lack of friction under his shoe making his weight slide towards (Y/n) a little more, his free hand reaching fast to cling onto (his/her) arm. 

“Don’t go falling for me too hard, there.” (He/she) joked, making his face catch a blush again. 

“Take your time.” (He/She) reassured him carefully, taking their next step down. He joined with a tentative step to the iced cement, putting yet more weight on the arm. 

“You weren’t kidding about that comment on being underweight.” (He/She) made another jab at him, and he grumbled at the teasing. 

“I’m stunted, okay? Now shut up so I can concentrate.” He was the one to reach the next step first, and (Y/n) watched closely as (he/she) joined him on that step. 

From somewhere behind them, the current form of Dr. Clef made its way down the steps without so much as a second’s hesitation, before looking up to them with a sharp smile. 

“Morning, Alto. Where ya headin?” (Y/n) was not the least bit phased, though Iceberg was bordering on upset at the casual pace the reality bender was able to descend at. 

“Just here. You two’ve been out here a while and I’m just waiting for someone to bite it.” He pulled out his phone and started to record them.

“Well fuck you, too, asshole!” Iceberg raised his voice, back to being embarrassed he not only needed help with this, but that he was now being filmed about to potentially fuck up his nose on the stairs in front of two of his co workers, one of them a crush he’d been nursing like a wound for the past few months.

“Do you trust me?” (Y/n) nudged him. “Like, really trust me?” (He/She) asked. 

“What are you planning?” He peered up at them. He was just a bit shorter than (him/her) due to the stunting he got from the severe anxiety of gaining too much weight in his younger teen years, and was still growing used to the fact (Y/n) was one of the only friends he had that did not instinctively hunch over a bit to look at him directly. 

“If I tell you, you’ll send us down on video, you either gotta trust me or continue the pace we’re at.” He had choices. Neither of them ones he liked, but conceded to anyway. 

“I trust you.” He sighed, his grip loosening on (his/her) arm.

“Up we go!” (Y/n) jutted (his/her) hands forward to be under his arms, pulling him up to his torso. 

Iceberg yelped and grappled with the back of (Y/n)’s shirt, legs wrapping around (his/her) waist and stringing together several unintelligible objections to being scooped up so suddenly without warning, only growing worse as (Y/n) took off down the stairs in a run. He squeezed his eyes shut, whole body absolutely rigid with fear, waiting for impact with the ground at some point…

“Alright, we’re down.” (He/She) patted his back.

“I didn’t get what I wanted but that shit was hilarious. Imma go bother Konny.” Clef snickered and waved, earning only a glare from Iceberg as he started back up the steps. 

“You want down or is it warm up here?” (Y/n) offered. 

“Don’t know if that was a cold joke or a short joke.” He replied saltily… He was right though, it was very warm up here, and now that the initial shock was gone, it really wasn’t so bad. 

“I think it’ll be faster if I just carry you.” (Y/n) started at a much more reasonable pace down the frozen sidewalk, not minding the extra weight one bit. 

“Aren’t you cold?” He piped up, not having thought about it before. 

“Not really.” (Y/n) shrugged. It was half true, (he/she) wasn’t exactly cold, though (he/she) was colder than before by just a small margin. 

“My apartment is number 12.” He decided to tell him ahead of time. Most of the researchers with anomalous properties lived on site to avoid potential trackers that could tie them to the facility or raise suspicion in the local communities. 

“I’m the one across from you, we’ve been neighbors a year as of last week.” (He/She) gave a small laugh at the information. Iceberg buried his face in (his/her) coat both for the added warmth and to hide the further embarrassment at how much he’d fucked up today. 

“Keys?” (Y/n) asked, freeing a hand from it’s place helping the other hold him. 

“Left pocket.” He instructed, not willing to let go. 

“Wow, just gonna let me put my hand in your pants like this?” (Y/n) teased before locating the left pocket in question and dipping (his/her) hand in, pulling the keyring out by the loop.

“You try anything and I pull us both backwards.” He threatened. 

“Not only do you think you’re heavy enough for that, but you just said you’d let me top right here in public?” (He/She) laughed, earning mildly angry silence. 

(Y/n) selected the key that resembled (his/her) own and pushed it into the lock, turning it and hearing the telltale click of the old lock before pushing the door open. (He/she) set him carefully past the step and onto the warm linoleum of his well-heated house. 

“Alright, you can fuck off now.” Iceberg crossed his arms. 

“Awe, don’t I get a kiss on the cheek like those christmas romcoms?” (Y/n) leaned forward a bit and pointed at (his/her) cheek. He only pouted and opened his mouth to tell him off. 

“You can go shove it if you think I’d thank you for scaring me half to death and being a pr-” He was cut off as (Y/n) leaned away without taking the weight shift into consideration and slipping, feet sliding around trying to get a grip in vein as they ultimately fell forward and smacked their face into the concrete slab that was his doorstep. 

“Oh shit, are you alright?!” Iceberg kneeled down in near-panic for his friend. (He/She) sat up in a daze before shaking (his/her) head of the fuzziness and starting to laugh loudly. 

At the sight that, other than a nasty bruise across (his/her) nose and blood gushing from said orifice, (he/she) was just fine. Iceberg, half out of relief, joined the laughing fit. 

Maybe today wasn’t so bad.

[blorbofrommyshows]

actually it’s very helpful to think of emotional issues in concrete physical terms!

growing up i was not given enough love/attention by my family and ive always been rlly ashamed of being jealous of other ppl who did have love and support

but like? if you swap love for food.. of course imma be jealous if I’m being given like. a few scraps my entire life when the person on the next table over gets regular home cooked meals plus dessert. of course im literally gonna be ravenous and wonder what i might be doing wrong to not be given as much food. Of course my brain is gonna shut down a bit if i see them eating a nice juicy pie or something abd im gonna desperately want a bite. And im gonna go into the rest of my life malnourished and w less energy to be able to do things and be positive

i shouldn’t be encouraged to just ‘appreciate what i have’ when it’s actually inadequate

[impala-dreamer]

Testing Her Out

The Walking Dead FanFic

~Your new husband wants to put you through some tests to see just how obedient a wife you'll be.~

Negan x Reader

1,750 Words

Warnings: Dom AF Negan. Exhibition. Cock Warming. Face Fucking. Semi-public. Hotness.

A/N: Idk where this came from, but I like it. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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“Well, just look at you. All dressed up just for me.”

Negan grinned as he kicked back in his chair, boots lifting to cross on the table in front of him. He arched his back, stretching as he looked you over: his latest conquest, newest bride.

He had sent Dwight to your rooms with a box and a note, orders from Negan to wear the skimpy lingerie inside and make your way to the conference room. It was day time and the halls were busy; a hundred men at least had seen you walking to meet your husband, half naked, tits propped up and spilling over the too-small blood red teddy he’d picked out. The crotch was open and the lace was barely there; it was a certainty that all of his officers had seen your gifts today, but that was the test.

Could you make it to Negan without backing down?

Could you submit ultimately to him without hesitation?

Would you do anything for him?

“Do you like it?” you asked, folding your arms behind your back so that nothing was hidden from his view.

He nodded. “I do.” His voice was rough and deep, running around in your head like a drug as his words rolled like a rich melody from his lips. “I’m glad you made it.”

You bowed your head, but kept your eyes on his. “Of course. You asked for me, I came.”

Negan licked his lips slowly and let out a deep breath. “How’d it feel, walking all the way here almost naked like that? Did my men give you any trouble? Did they look at you? Whistle? Make you feel like a slut?”

“They were very respectful, Sir.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Ah, I bet they looked. It’s OK. I wanted them to. Wanted them to see what’s mine.”

You swallowed hard as a shiver crept down your spine at his words. Mine.

Dark eyes narrowed over you. “You are a little slut, aren’t you? I can see it.”

Biting your lip, you nodded subtly.

“No, darling,” he whispered, teasing you as he leaned forward. “Don’t be shy. Say it. Tell me what a slut you are.”

“I’m a…” Words caught in your throat, but you pressed on, wanting to tell him, to show him, please him. “I’m a slut.”

His palm slapped the table hard as he rejoiced, making you jump. “Yes! Damn right you are!” His boots dropped to the floor and he smirked, leaning over with his elbows on his knees. “I knew it the moment I saw you, I did. I said, ‘there’s a girl who’s gonna drop to her knees and suck my dick any fucking time I want’.” He paused and tilted his head to the side, a smug expression painting his handsome face. “Was I right? You can tell me, I already know.”

You felt your pussy dripping slowly down your thigh, and you squeezed your legs together lest you make a puddle on the floor. “Yes, Sir. I’m a slut for your cock.”

He snapped his fingers in the air and sat back. “Hot damn! I am good at this!” He drummed his fingers on the table and then reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette. It dangled on his plump bottom lip as he flicked a lighter, moving terribly slow, every motion making your anticipation grow deeper. The flame crackled on the stale fag, lighting his face with a dangerous glow that faded as he snapped the Zippo lid shut.

“Now, let’s see just what you’ll do for my cock.” He let out a thick stream of gray smoke and leaned back as he unzipped his jeans. “Come here.”

You took a step but he stopped you, holding up his hand.

“No. Don’t you walk to me,” he said, voice dropping deeper than ever. “Cock sluts crawl.”

Without a word, you fell to your knees and crawled to him, the cold concrete rough against your skin. You kept your eyes on him, making sure he was pleased as you exaggerated your movements, forcing your hips to swing and your tits to bounce.

“Ain’t that a pretty sight.” He took a drag and blew the smoke towards you. “I like you.” His wink sent a wave of obedient desire through your system and you felt your nipples stiffen.

When you reached his boots, you stopped, sitting back on your heels but staying down as low as you could. Negan looked down at you with lust in his eyes. The cigarette hung on his lip as he reached inside his tight jeans and removed his cock, laying it out for your hungry gaze. He was long and thick but not scary-so. Your mouth watered and your clit throbbed, but you remained still, waiting, praying for a taste.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, wrapping his fingers around the base.

You did as you were told, your eyes glazing over as your lips dropped into a perfect circle, a bit of drool escaping from the corners of your mouth.

“Perfect.” Negan scooted forward in the chair and held his cock just before your lips, daring you to move. It was hard to resist, but he hadn’t told you to move yet, so you stayed put, breathing in the heavy musk of his warm cock, your pussy clenching as you imagined swallowing him down.

A knock at the door pulled a startled gasp from your lungs, but you held your pose. Negan cracked a smile. “Fuck, aren’t you an obedient little thing!” He sat back but didn’t hide his cock, moving the chair so that it was perfectly centered at the head of the table. “Tell you what,” he said in a husky whisper. “I’ve got a little business to attend to, and you’re gonna sit under this table and keep my dick nice and warm while I do it.” He tapped the smoke, letting the silvery ashes fall by your side. “How’s that sound?”

Mouth still open, you nodded quickly, a like of spit falling to your tits.

Negan clicked his tongue and nodded towards the table. “Get under. I want absolute silence from you. Don’t want any of these assholes knowing I’m getting my knob polished while they’re rattling off numbers and shit, you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It was the last noise you made. Quickly, you crawled under the table and fit yourself between his legs, taking his soft cock into your mouth and sealing your lips around him.

Negan gave a little hum of satisfaction but otherwise ignored you, calling his lieutenants inside.

“Let’s go!”

They spoke about life in the Sanctuary, dull things that flew in one ear and out the other. Someone who’s voice you couldn’t place rattling off numbers and spoke about food rations. Another man gave a rather boring report about perimeter defense and something called Alexandria.

None of it mattered.

All you could do was keep Negan’s cock warm and happy. You held him in your mouth, heavy on your tongue, swallowing gently whenever you needed to. He grew hard, swelling in your mouth and soon the tip was nearly ghosting over the back of your throat.

Negan kept his cool, sitting casually in his seat, Lucille propped up on your left, ashes from his second cigarette piling up on your right. He cleared his throat now and then, nodded and added a few words here and there, but mostly, he listened. Whatever anyone thought of him, he was a good man, just trying to make the best out of a crap world and keep his people safe. Maybe that mix of bad boy and hero is what attracted you so much to him, but it was hard to philosophize while his cock grew huge in your mouth, nearly suffocating you.

As the meeting wrapped up, you came back to yourself a bit, realizing that your lips had gone numb and your jaw was aching badly. Still, you kept him warm, occasionally pulsing your tongue against the thick vein underneath, all while trying to contain the flood of saliva that pooled in your mouth.

When the door shut, Negan let out a deep sigh and dropped a hand to caress your cheek. “Damn, darlin’. You did real well.”

A happy hum escaped around him, but he let it slide, smiling down at you.

“Real well,” he said again, rubbing his hands on his thighs. “Now it’s time for your reward. Make me cum.”

Finally able to move, you came alive, bobbing your head, sucking him in hard and deep before sliding away with tightly curled lips. He was already flushed and leaking; it didn’t take long before he began to thrust along with your movements, fucking into your mouth with deep grunts.

“Fuck. You got a mouth on ya.” His right hand snuck around to clamp down on the back of your neck, taking over your mechanical movements. He set his own pace, forcing your head back and forth over him, fucking your face until his breath began loud and heavy. “You gonna take it? Gonna take all my good cum?”

You hummed again, lips vibrating around the base of his cock as he shoved your nose into the graying hairs around his dick.

“Yes. That’s it.” He spasmed on your tongue, cumming quickly, and you swallowed it all down, sucking on his cock as if it were the only thing keeping you alive. “That’s right. Such a good cock slut. Fuck. Sucking my dick so good. Yes!”

You sucked until he began to tremble, stomach and legs shaking as oversensitivity set in. He pushed you away then, and you fell down, exhausted, body numb but buzzing under the surface.

Negan tucked himself away and zipped up as he stood, kicking his chair back, metal screeching over the cement floor.

“That was wonderful, darlin’. Thank you.”

He reached down and held out his hand, carefully helping you up. Your legs were weak and you fell into him, laughing as if drunk when he caught you with a smile.

“Easy there!” Negan wrapped his arms around you and you closed your eyes, cheek resting for a moment against his warm chest. “Let’s say we get you back to bed, hmm? Good cock sluts need their rest.”

You pulled away a bit and looked up, pouting.

“Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he whispered, tapping your lips with his finger. “I’m gonna call for you again real soon.”

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[anystalker707]

I’m always yours

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Genre: Fluff Word count: 2 338 Requested by @thunderpurple (who apparently got their account deactivated, but I hope they read it anyways) Summary: Reader is a famous singer who dates Gerard and writes a song about their relationship.

"What are you smiling about?" The sudden question pulls me away from my thoughts. I hum questioningly at first – Gerard's curious face is the first thing I process, eyes flickering over me in an attempt of understanding what's in my mind. He sits on the couch across from mine, his elbow over the couch's arm while he supports his chin on his palm.

"Oh," I say when finally understanding the question, adjusting my position – with the motion, my pen almost falls from my lap, but I'm able to catch it. "Erm, nothing," I answer with a smirk, raising my eyebrows lightly, demonstrating I'm just not telling him about it. Certain frustration hits me as I look down at my notebook – it seems like half of the ideas I believed to have written down didn't even leave my mind.

Gerard doesn't seem like he's giving up soon, furrowing his eyebrows as pouting lightly. "Is it about me? You've been observing me way too much." He stands up from the couch to sit down beside me, but I close the notebook and set it between me and the armrest before he does so. "That's not fair," he complains, eyeing the notebook with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, it is," I chuckle and place a kiss on his cheek. "I love it when you're sulky, you get all cute. Not like you're not cute normally, but you get it," I smile, watching him try to put on an angry look, but he ends up blushing. I can't help but to chuckle again, pulling him for a kiss.

"Agh, ew, no fucking on the couch." A sudden voice says and we pull away to see Frank opening the fridge – and most likely having entered the bus without us having noticed.

I roll my eyes with a small lazy smirk, deciding to joke, "you don't even know what happens when you're not around."

"And I'll be happy if it continues this way." He takes a bottle of water in hand, shooting us a playfully reprehending look as making his way out of the bus again; Gerard and I laugh at him.

"Aren't you going to tell me what're you doing?" His head rests on my shoulder as Gerard looks at me from under his lashes. Grinning, I shake my head. He sighs, defeated, and adjusts his posture. "Okay then," Gerard shrugs nonchalantly before leaning in for another kiss.

He must think he's very smart, doesn't he? I can feel the exact moment his hand reaches for the notebook, but I immediately slap it away, shooting him a look once breaking the kiss. "The more you try to see it," I tell him, narrowing my eyes, "the less I'm convinced to show it to you. You'll find out soon enough." With last peck is pressed to his lips, I grabbing the notebook, planning to leave it back in my bus.

"You're no fun," Gerard presses a kiss to my cheek.

"I'm not supposed to be," I tease, standing up and reaching for his hand. "C'mon, I changed my mind, I was just gonna leave this in the bus and come back, but we're not continuing inside here. I want to stretch my legs and I'm tired of staring at a TV or at the wall, the bus makes me feel suffocated." I chuckle seeing him roll his eyes, though agreeing. Maybe some time together will help me having an inspiration.

We grab a coffee from the café of the gas station and take a seat on the concrete step in front of the convenience store, observing the cars passing by. It's quite peaceful – the sun already set itself, so the sky has this golden shade in the horizon, slowly fading into a grayish blue which contrasts perfectly with the clouds, which still have a pink tinge. A stronger breeze hits once in a while, making a few of Gerard's strands cover his face – he hooks them behind his ear just for another breeze to send them flying again. The frustrated grunt he releases makes me chuckle.

"Wait, don't move," I say as getting my phone off my pocket. Doing as said, he hums questioningly. "You look beautiful, all aesthetic," I saw as opening the camera app, taking a few pictures of him. He furrows his eyebrows a bit in a wordless complain, but doesn't do anything to stop me either. Once I lower my phone, he nods towards it as if asking to see the pics.

"Ah, no, wait a minute," I say, changing the camera to the frontal one and moving closer to him – leans in, his cheek brushing mine as I snap another couple of photos. "Imma post these of us later," I hand him the phone to see the pics like he asked earlier, leaning a bit closer to him to see it too.

"Not the others too?" He asks curiously, returning the phone.

"Nah," I shake my head, "these are for personal archive." His scoff makes me grin. "I don't share every pic I take of you, Gee," I let my cup on the ground to be able to hug Gerard, pecking the side of his face. "I can't expose too much what's mine, even more with so many people wanting too," I mutter against his skin, the corners of my lips curling up into a smile seeing him blush – knowing I can make him blush is just amazing.

He hums softly in a mockingly judging tone, turning his face so his lips meet mine. "You do a great job," Gerard mutters on my lips before locking them in a short, sweet kiss. "But don't worry, whether near or far, I'm always yours."

~

Besides blood, lot of thoughts flood my head as sit upside down on the couch, looking at the nothing. Gerard needed to do whatever, so, with him away, it's the best time to try to write this song. I just want it to be a surprise.

Ray approaches, eyeing me curiously before taking a seat too, about a foot away from me and my guitar – which's actually Frank's, one he lent me earlier. "Why are you sitting like this, kid? For how long have you been like this? You'll pass out." Certain concern is mixed with his confusion, though most of his attention is turned to the phone in his hand.

"'Waiting for inspiration to come." I say as sitting upright again. The room spins under my gaze for a second, but it quickly goes back to normal since it hadn't been long since I had decided to sit like that. "I'm writing a new song," I explain, taking the guitar back on my lap again. "It feels like all my ideas slip away just because I need one then, when I notice, I'm just staring at a white paper waiting for the ideas to show up, y'know?"

Ray chuckles a bit as glancing at me, his curls moving as he nods. "I understand completely. Good luck, tho," he shoots me a smile.

"Thanks," I smile back, playing on the guitar what I've written until now. Turns out I end up finally finding an idea and, getting too engaged on writing the song, I just notice how late it is when the Gerard and Mikey are walking back inside the bus.

"Don't you have your own bus?" Mikey asks playfully, nudging my foot with his before sitting down across from Ray and I.

"Ah, sometimes I forget I do," I set my guitar laying on my lap as throwing my arms over my head to stretch myself. "But I wasn't supposed to be here yet, I just got too carried away..." Seeing Gerard's hand furtively reaching for my notes again makes me interrupt myself, slapping his hand away. "You're so stubborn!" I furrow my eyebrows at him, shooting him a look as standing up.

The guitar is left in a corner, against the wall, and I sigh dramatically, my notebook safely hugged close to myself, "how Mikey's being so rude, I'm already leaving. 'Hope y'all have fun without my illustrious presence, then." My words make Mikey and Ray hum or scoff sarcastically – I throw my nose in the air while walking away, stopping in the last moment to look back and laugh with them.

"Let me go with you," Gerard says as following me, taking my hand in his. He blushes lightly at the peck I give him before we continue walking.

By the time the tour is over, the song is completely perfected – with a little fixing here and there in the lyrics, melody and adding a few other instruments. I smile as listening to the final result, all happy about it. Today completes exact five years since I met Gerard – I remember clearly internally freaking out when meeting him and the calls until four in the morning we started having not long later – so it's obviously the best day to release the song.

I'm anxious about posting it, mostly about Gerard's reaction; I never told him what was the song about and when I was releasing it. Breathing in deeply and exhaling to make myself calmer, I decide to finally post the announcement of the single. First on Twitter, then on Instagram, both with the same caption – I've been working on this song for a long time; it was difficult summing up in five minutes everything (or almost everything) between me and the love of my life, but here it is.

I bite back a grin as placing the phone inside the pocket of my hoodie – that's actually Gerard's, but I'll just return it when it doesn't smell like him anymore and grab another, maybe one of his green jackets – and look for Gerard around the house.

Gerard's in the kitchen when I find him, preparing himself a mug of coffee. Not saying anything, I simply observe, quietly moving to the counter, leaning forward with my hands on the cold surface. He takes a quick glance at first before looking at me properly, humming quietly in acknowledge to my presence. Grabbing his mug, he gives me a peck on the lips in his way out of the kitchen.

He's most likely returning to his office, since there's where he was when I last checked, not long ago. I wait for a moment before following him, but I find him in the living room and wait until he goes up the stairs. Again, after a moment, I'm already after him, however, I almost jump three feet in the air when turning around the corner and seeing Gerard there – he eyes me unamused, sipping on his coffee.

"Why are you following me?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

I blush, playing with the hem of the hoodie's sleeve. "Ah, um," I think for a moment. "It's a big house," I shrug, remembering the excuse he gives when following me around my house or his own – he always walks in the room about a minute later and blushes, getting all fidgety, when finding me staring at the doorway, waiting for him with a knowing look. "I feel alone...?" It ends up sounding more like a question and I try to crack a convincing grin in the end.

He chuckles softly as stepping closer, pressing a peck to my lips, leaving behind the bitter taste of coffee. "You can stay in the office too, y'know," he raises an eyebrow at me, nodding towards the said room. "I also enjoy your company."

I'm about to agree when it suddenly comes to my mind – maybe he'll check his phone when getting back there and I don't want to be around, watching his reaction to the song. "Ah," I look away, stepping back again, "no, actually, I'm fine," I force a grin, ignoring his questioning gaze. "I'll go watch something on the TV."

Before Gerard can question me, I'm already turning around and going down the stairs, throwing myself on the couch once in the living room. The TV ends up turning into just another detail in the background, losing my attention to my phone as I read the comments on the new song.

There are these hate comments as always – most of them are attacking me about for just wanting to use Gerard and MCR, which simply doesn't make sense since I was already famous before meeting them and our relationship didn't come out to the public until about a year ago.

People started suspecting about it and the media was also annoying a lot, trying to figure out the truth. So, in an interview to MCR and I before a concert I was opening for them, when the interviewer asked us about it, I just kissed Gerard in front of the camera and walked away. I remember how Gerard just shrugged at the guy and followed me while Frank watched with a grin – he had already figured out about us by himself – and Mikey and Ray stood there containing amused smiles.

The comments do make me feel bad sometimes, but I believe people would like it to be in my place, so I try to not bother too much. There are the people who actually like me, above all, and who support us together. Not like we need their approval, but that's it.

Arms being wrapped around me suddenly pull me away from my thoughts – I blush as coming back to reality and remembering everything, shrinking a bit while Gerard covers my face with kisses. "Gerard!" I say through a chuckle, in a reprehending tone, interrupted when a last kiss is pressed to my lips.

"You're the best," he says, kissing me deeply before giving me a chance to answer. "I love you so much, you make me feel so special, you're literally the best thing that ever happened to me." Once again, he kisses me.

As much as the kiss is good, I pull away a few seconds later to answer. I grin sheepishly, "you too, Gee, I love you too."

[potatosoldier]

Are you still there? /Part 6/

I sat quietly in our barrack in Camp Shanks, New York City. It was so surreal that tomorrow we would be going to set our foot out from our home country. It made all of this so sickeningly real 

Skip who had just been laughing with Penk and Don, decided to plop next to me onto my bunk.

 “Ahh!”

And in the process bump me onto the floor. The shocked look on his face was too hilarious. “Sorry, sorry, fuck sorry Bambi”, he mutters as he scurries up and helps me once again to plop next to him.

I giggle softly and shake my head. “Don’t worry Skip”,I pat his head gently as he too chuckles. Then he turns more serious and makes it clear that he wants to have a more private conversation. We both turn so that we are on our sides facing each other, with our hands under our heads like sleeping children. Luckily being private wasn’t that hard in the noise the men were making. 

“you seemed pretty bummed about getting the pass to the city”, he starts softly. “I mean you don’t drink, and you usually spend the free time in the base anyway. I’m just curious to what was so special now?”, He finishes. I sigh. I could lie to him and make up a believable story about how I wanted to see the city before stepping out, or then I could be true to him the way he has always been to me. 

“I was going to spend time with my husband”, I whisper. His eyes widen at my confession. “He’s here?”, he whispers urgently. I nod, my heart racing so hard it feels like it’s on run to my mouth. I gulp and reach into my shirt where lies a ring on a chain with my cross. And on the ring there is a small engraving of my husbands name. 

I gently take the chain off and pass the ring to him. He takes a little time to inspect it and get his eyes work in the bad lighting. Then his eyes widen and mouth opens. I quickly jump up and slam my hand onto his mouth. 

“What the hell are you two doing?”, comes the voice of George Luz. I turn sharply and grab my ring away from Skip. “Talking”, I answer quickly. He just raises his brows and blows out some smoke. Then makes a face and nods. I turn back to Skip with a serious expression and mouth: “No ONE”

He just grins and smiles. “Not gonna have my Bambi thrown to the wolves”, he says tenderly and boops my nose. I breath out and smile back. It felt good to let it out. Skip was so dear to me, it always felt so wrong to keep lying to him. 

It also felt very odd to be sleeping with the men. I was now officially put into their barracks. Sink’s orders: “You’re familiar now, safe to start blending in.” And it was true, I felt more in touch with the men now. Even if Bill laughed at me because I was too scared to come down from the top bed of a bunk bed. Which lead to Bull gently lifting me down:

“There we go ma’am safely on the ground”

“Please, if I ever get a daughter, let them marry a gentleman with your manners”

I take a hold of Don’s watch and see it’s already 7.30. Shoot, I need to find Joe. “Joe!”, I shout and in my turn plop down onto his bed, like the true lady I am sitting with my posture perfect and ankles crossed. 

“Ye ready to go, Bambi?”, he asks and I nod. He slowly gets up and stretches his back. “Well off with us then”. And so he starts singing once again. A strangely pleasant and soothing sound.

I had asked Joe to escort me to the officers barracks tonight. I wanted to see Dick before we leave. If this was the last time I saw him, I didn’t want it to be just a brief tender moment. 

Once we made it to Dick’s barrack, he was already sitting on the steps with his garrison cap on and the dress greens too. I was still in my skirt, but the cap and the hobby jacket were long forgotten. 

“Thank you, Joe”, Dick nods to Joe as a dismissal. “My pleasure lieutenant”, Joe smiles and takes off. I turn to my husband with a tender grin. 

“I’ve missed you”, I whisper and put my hand on his abdomen. Just to soothe me that he’s actually there. 

“We’ve been together most of the day”; he chuckles. I shake my head still smiling. “Not like we used to be”, I whisper a little strained. His brows furrow as he brushes my hair behind me ear. He then sighs and cups my face kissing me longingly. 

His lips are always so, so warm and soft. The warmth and softness wasn’t the concrete feeling maybe, but it was the feeling that brushed my heart. I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face before he pulled back. My hands were still around his waist, and his now cupping my neck. 

“Don’t cry, darling, not right now”, he whispers and kisses my tears away gently. “We should probably go a little further, someone could walk here any minute”, he then adds. 

I nod and give him a small kiss onto his adam’s apple, before moving to grasp his arm. Moments like this reminded me so much of our first meeting, well first time we actually got the words out of our mouths. 

3rd of May 1936

It was an early morning as Sonja Savolainen was smiling and singing in front of a group of young girls who were singing along with her. They all had their hymnals and catechisms out and smiles on their faces.

Sonja was only 18 and now substituting her aunt as a Sunday school teacher. She was a young, timid girl with a sharp head on her shoulders. Teaching the small girls during the Sunday service was something she thrived on. She was always very lonely with the people her age, not really having the will to socialize, the courage chat and having a strange accent to go and to top that a strong interest in education and research, had quickly left her the odd one out. 

Her mother had always said that she is too curious for her own good, but Sonja never saw it as a flaw. She wanted to learn more about everything, and she dreamed of a husband who would support her and be ready to built a whole corner of the world just for them. 

She was as pure and proper as a young lady could be. She worked hard in her parents farm, she rarely cursed and tutored children. All in all, she was a kind human being. But with the standards she set for herself, she ended up being self-destructive. 

“Alright, alright, children. We can sing more next week, I will still be here. Ms. Miller will come back soon, I promise”, she grins. All the eight girls were so sweet, and such dedicated little things. There was this one girl Lena, who had hard time reading, but Sonja promised to tutor her on Friday nights while she still was in Lancaster. In a months time she would be going back to Ham Lake, Minnesota. 

Slowly the girls get picked up by their parents. Sonja getting numerous hugs from the children and thanks from grateful mothers and fathers. And bless Lena’s mother who had brought her a small piece of raisin bread as thanks for her teaching. 

Now only ones left in the room were Sonja and small six-year-old Ann Winters. “Ann, darling, isn’t your mother picking you up?”,Sonja asks softly and kneels next to the still brightly smiling girl. Ann cutely shows her teeth as she giggles. “No, Ms.Sonja. my big brother will come though, he’s probybly lost.” Sonja smiles and almost giggles at the way the girl pronounces probably. 

“Well we shall wait for him, I’ll stay with you until he finds his way. Maybe you can draw him a map for the next time?”,she chuckles. 

“ohh, It can be like a treasure map, ‘cept the treasure is me”, Ann giggles making Sonja’s heart warm with her adorable little idea. 

“What a sweet treasure you are”, she says and taps the little girls nose. Their chat is interrupted by a knock on the door. Sonja quickly rises and goes to open it. 

“Hello, you...m-must be Ann’s brother”, Sonja almost whispers the last part as she looks at the man before her. There stands a tall, red-headed man with the softest blue eyes. Sonja bites her lip, he was stunning. 

Richard almost as red as his hair, as he looks at the woman. He was never the most confident with girls and he hadn’t expected his sister’s Sunday school teacher to be a pretty young lady. 

“I-I am, ma’am. Richard Winters”, he says and offers his hand. Sonja takes it smiling softly “Sonja Savolainen, please come in”, she almost whispers again. His hand is so warm and big, in contrast to her own small and as her brother said it, delicate, but chubby hands. 

Ann almost screams as she sees Richard. Richard grins and helps his sister get dressed and takes her catechism for safety keeping. “Dick, imma make you a big big map, and you will find big big me!”, she giggles enthusiastically. Sonja’s heart pumps so fast as she looks at the man. He is so calm so soothing, at least from the five seconds she’s interacted with him. 

“Forgive me ma’am for keeping you waiting, is there anything I could help with?”, he asks as he takes Ann’s hand and tries to keep her from jumping to the roof. Sonja really can’t stop her heart from jumping like Ann. 

“oh, no no , Ann is a very well behaved girl. It was a pleasure”,she says and starts to gather her own things. “off you two go, I can manage”, she finishes. Richard smiles at her softly. His own heart beating so fast that he cannot get the words to of “thank you, truly” out from his mouth. 

“Goo’bye Ms.Sonja!” Ann says and waves. Richard smiles and offers his free hand to shake again. “Thank you ma’am, we-we will probably see each other again”, he gulps. Sonja bites her lip again and takes his hand. 

“Lets hope so”, she says and then blushes blood red. Why did she have to say that. My god, why did she have to be so forward. Richard takes one look at her warm chocolate eyes again, nods and then takes off with his little sister. 

The moment their eyes had met, their souls were bound. 

Present

I grin stupidly at the memory. We finally find a dark corner where we can sit and talk in peace. We take a seat on this big rock with our arms still wrapped together. 

“You alright?”, he whispers as he looks at my grin. I nod and cup his cheek with my free hand. “You seem to be awfully in your head tonight”, he then adds. 

“Just thinking of you”, I answer and giggle as he still after all this years manages to blush. “Do you think that the lot we were looking at could be free in a couple years?”, I suddenly ask. He shrugs.

“If we get enough money from here, we can start making an offer”, he says quietly. “But we still need some money to built the house, so we’d still have to live in the barn.” I can see the pain in his eyes as he says those words. 

I smile at him tenderly now stroking his brow and take his garrison cap off. “I don’t really care, the barracks are even more uncomfortable. And in the barn I’ll have you”, I try to soothe. He smiles a little strained as he seems too to be deep in thought. 

“I did carry you over that threshold”, he says. I give him a sound kiss. “yes, you did”, I grin. 

Then his face turns grim. “And next time I carried you we were both covered in your blood”, he swallows. My grin fades and the tears try to gather again. I shake my head and kiss him softly again. I leave my face so close to his that our noses are touching. “I’m still here, Richie, and no one is taking me away”, I whisper. He presses his forehead against mine strongly and closes his eyes. 

He then presses his lips to mine with urgency. He maneuvers me so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap, his hands firmly supporting my waist. I deepen the kiss and press as close to him as physically possible with our clothing on. His other hand goes to cup the back of my head as I tangle my hands into his fire red hair. 

It feels so good to kiss him, to feel his arms around me. But it’s torture, because I want him, I need him. And this was only stoking the already existing fire. 

 When he pulls away I can see his pained face. 

“I-I need you, but I can’t do this. Not like this”, he says his voice rough, his bedroom voice. I can feel him against me. It all makes me so needy that I almost feel ashamed. It would, if I didn’t love this man as a part of my soul. 

And that’s how we sit. For an hour and a half. Trying to calm ourselves, softly talking, kissing and praying. 

@iilovemusic12us​

[thirsty-pixie]

Princess

Harry Hook x Reader

Warning: unprotected sex

Word cound: 2922

"Ben I'm coming with you!" I said stomping my foot. "No dad will literally kill me if anything happens to you" Ben was my older brother, only a year older but still older. We had just been told that his precious Mal had went back to the isle and he was going to go get her. I didn't care what he said, I was going "Whatever Ben.... Evie make me an outfit pretty please" I smiled and turned to leave Ben's office. Ben tried to retort but I slammed the door smiling "I win" I whispered

I already wore quite a bit of black so it was easy to put together an outfit. I wore a black short skirt, fish net leggings, a midnight blue strapless shirt and a studded leather jacket. I looked in the mirror and Evie smiled "here these match that" she handed me my combat boots that she had studded and I slipped them on completing my out fit. "Perfect now let's hurry!" She grabbed my hand and we ran out to the car.

****

We made it to the isle and I was in awe, I never fit in back home and something about the isle felt right. Jay kept having to pull my back to the group due to me wandering, which shouldn't have come as a surprise. I was the adventurous type and Jay who was practically my best friend knew that. When we made it to Mal's place Ben went up alone to talk to her, Jay and and Evie were telling me about all the things they used to do before they came to Auradon.

Ben came down flustered and said she was staying, and while Evie tried talking to Mal Ben stormed off. I followed him so he wouldn't be alone but something grabbed us and pulled us into an alley that was hidden from the rest. Before I had the chance to scream a hand was placed over my mouth and I was looking into the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen.

The hand was pulled away and my mouth was agape the more I studied his face the more something inside burned. "LET ME G-" I turned and seen Ben struggling but the other man hit him knocking him unconscious. The man with the blue eyes smiled and winked before going back to the alley. He dissapeared for a few minutes, when he returned he grabbed my arm and pulled me as he walked through the alley.

We were lead onto a ship and tied to a pole on opposite sides. "Why didn't you knock her out to?" I heard a female voice ask from behind me. "I uh I don't know.. she didn't struggle or scream. She might be mute" a man spoke before walking around to my side of the pillar. "Can ye speak?" He asked getting really close to my face. "Yeah but honestly I'd rather just listen to you talk" I said winking. "The names Y/n I'm Ben's younger, less popular sister" he raised an eyebrow and one side of his lips curled into a smirk.

"I like this one " he said laughing as he leaned over to look at the woman behind me "imma have some fun with you" he said in a raspy voice as he leaned back towards me. "Ooh I can't wait" my voice came out in a seductive tone that i barely even recognized. "Hey I'm taking Mr. King here to the restaurant keep an eye on princess. Grab him and lets go Gil!" The woman behind me said as her voice trailed off meaning she was walking away. I looked to my left and seen a man dragging my brother off the ship. Ben was just starting to regain consciousness, we made eye contact for a second before my head was forcibly turned back to the man.

He smiled and I felt my heart flutter, "don't worry about ye brotha they'll take good care of him." He whispered getting inches away from my face, his hand was still holding my chin firmly. I tilted my head slightly causing my nose to brush against his, his hand slowly slid from my jaw to around my neck. I took a deep breath and pulled at the ropes that restrained me. This man was doing things to me without even trying, he was bad news but I wanted more.

He watched me clearly amused by my struggling " ye know them are pretty tight. It's no use trying to get out" he leaned against the pillar with his forearm resting above my head, his warm breath tickling my neck as he leaned closer. He drug his hook down my neck stopping at my exposed cleavage, humming as he hooked my shirt. He pulled slightly exposing a little more skin, my breathing became rapid and goosebumps covered my body. I didn't realize how close he was until his lips brushed against my ear, "am I making ye nervous" I gulped down the lump in my throat and shook my head.

"Then what's wrong princess?" His lips grazed my neck and my breath hitched "do ye want me to stop?" He whispered snickering. "N-no" I studderd, earning a raspy hmmm. "Maybe we should find a uh not so public place?" I nodded vigorously and he laughed. "Well alrighty then" he undid my restraints and grabbed my bicep guiding me off the ship. I stumble after him trying to keep up and not trip over all the trash in the road, "wait I don't even know your name" I said stopping causing him to stop as well. He tried to pull me but I wouldn't budge "Why is that suddenly an issue?" He asked turning to look at me with a frustrated look on his face.

I stepped towards him placing my hands on his chest "well I should probably know the name I'll be screaming later" our bodies were pressed flush against each other and even in the dim light I could see his cheeks turn pink. "Well princess, since you put it like that, my name is Harry. Harry Hook the son of Captain Hook." He puffed out his chest proudly and I smiled. I held out my hand for him "you may proceed" he smiled and his eyes caught the light flashing a brighter blue as he grabbed my hand. "So where are we going" I asked curiously as he lead me through a maze of alleyways. "You'll see when we get there" he stated playfully.

My heart was about to poud out of my chest by the time we arrived, half from the running the other half from excitement. He opened the door and pulled me inside, closing the door extinguishing any light we had from outside. I blinked and squinted trying to see but it was no use, suddenly I heard a loud clink and a trail of lights lit one after the other all around the room. I blinked away the spots from the sudden brightness and smiled seeing him toss his hook on the table then saunter towards me.

He roughly grabbed my waist with one hand and slid the other behind my neck pressing his body to mine. He tilted my head back "are ye sure about this princess?" He asked his voice low and raspy, "yes now shut up and kiss me" our lips pressed together in a battle for dominance. He squeezed my hip and pulled my body tighter against his as he bit my bottom lip eliciting a moan from me. He smiled and attached his lips to my neck leaving small marks leading down to my exposed collarbone.

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head, I felt my face get warm as I suddenly became self conscious. He pulled my hands away from my stomach and smiled kissing me "Enchanting." He whispered as he pulled away, I smiled and bit my lip looking away towards the bed. He dropped his coat and pulled off his shirt tossing it to the side, I was mesmerized by his toned body. "Like what you see doll?" He cooed sending a shiver down my spine. I nodded and ran my hands down his abs before kissing him, he pushed me towards the bed until the back of my legs hit the edge.

A devious smile crept onto his face and he pushed me roughly backwards onto his bed, I yelped as I hit the firm mattress but before I could react Harry was on top of me kissing every inch of exposed skin. His hands shakily traced over my breasts, my chest was heaving as my breathing intensified. He slid a hand under my and undid my bra, he slid the straps down my shoulders and tossed the bra to the side. Once I was exposed he gently started massaging and nibbling my breasts, I moaned quietly as he left a trail of sloppy kisses down my stomach to the waistline of my skirt.

He looked at me for permission and I nodded biting my cheek, my stomach was doing flips I was so nervous. He slid my skirt and my fishnets down my legs discarding them and my boots. My body tensed at the thud of my boots hitting the concrete floor, he dragged his fingers up my legs as he brought his lips back to mine. The kiss was brief before he pulled away to kick his boots off, he undid his belt and let his pants slide off. I could see the outline of his hardened member pressing against the fabric of his boxers, hooked his thumbs in the elastic band and pulled them off before getting back on the bed.

He placed his hand on either side of my head and dipped down planting a single kiss on my lips "ever done this before doll?" His tone changed from his usual playful, teasing tone to a softer more serious one. I shook my head sheepishly and he nodded "I'll go easy on ya then" he winked and I smiled "ok...." he positioned himself between my legs and teased me with the tip rubbing it up and down. He pushed in a tiny buy then rubbed up and down again "Harry..." I whined causing him to smile. He pressed the tip in again, going deeper, I felt a burning sensation that made me squirm a little.

He bottomed out and I inhaled through my teeth trying to ignore the pain, he slowly pulled out and the burning sensation faded away. He pushed back in slower than before, "H-harry faster" he bit his lip and bucked his hips causing me to moan loudly and arch my back. A low growl came from him as he pulled out and thrust against the tip of his member smashing against my cervix. I dug my nails into his back as he he rammed into me, he rested his forehead on mine low raspy moans and curse words spill from his lips.

I felt an indescribable feeling building up in my core with every thrust, "Harry I-I think I'm gon-" he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. He thrust harder and faster causing that feeling to explode like flood gates bursting open, a feeling of euphoria spread through my body. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he continued to thrust, he attacked my neck kissing and biting the sensitive skin. He put all his weight on one arm and with the other he lifted my leg to get a better angle as he aggressively bucked his hips hitting that spot each time causing that familiar sensation to return.

By the time that explosion came I was screaming his name, his thrusts started to become sloppy and his breathing became choppy. He thrust in deep once, twice then the third time I felt him twitch. He sighed and kissed me before pulling out and layed next to me. "How was that princess?" He asked in his cocky tone of voice. I laughed and layed my head on his chest "well two things. One, I cant feel my legs and two, I think I love you" he laughed and tilted his head to look at me. "Oh is that so?" I nodded and he kissed me.

"Well I guess we should do it again just to be sure" he grabbed the blanket that had been tossed on the ground and pulled it over us. "Don't we have to get back to the ship?" I asked running my hand over his chest admiring his muscles. "Nah we can go back in the morning." He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I closed my eyes and smiled "ok" I whispered falling asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a metal clinking, I opened my eyes to see shirtless Harry standing at the edge of the bed. "Good morning princess" he said a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You have your pants on so I assume morning sex is off the table" I smiled sitting up holding the blanket to cover myself. "As much as I'd love to Uma is kinda freaking out. I guess she went to the ship last night and neither of us were there." He leaned over and kissed me running his thumb over my cheek bone gently.

I whined when he stood up and put his shirt on, he shook his head and laughed tossing my clothes on the bed for me. I got dressed quickly and went to his mirror to fix my hair, "ready?" He asked grabbing his hook from the table. I nodded and yawned, I followed him out the door and though the maze of alleyways and streets back to the ship.

"And where exactly have you two been" the woman who I assumed was Uma asked in an annoyed tone. "Well I got tired and wanted to go to bed. But you told me to keep an eye on her so I took her with me." Harry slung his arm over my shoulder throwing me off balance causing me to lean on him. "And her ropes?" She raised her eyebrows pointing to the pile of ropes laying where I was tied to the pillar.

"Mmmh yeah. Should a kept those with us. Being tied up makes it more fun.... maybe next tim." He picked up the ropes and I nodded. The realization set in and I felt my face get hot, Uma raised en eyebrow at me and smiled. "So princess isn't as much of a goodie goodie as we thought?" She laughed and Harry pulled me to his chest. I hid my face hoping to hide from the embarrassment that this was all said infront of all her crew and my older brother.

"Don't worry princess no one here is judge you" Harry whispered kissing my temple. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes "I hate you" he shook his head and smiled. "No you don't" Harry let go of me and turned to Uma who was picking up the ropes. "Tie her back up so when the others come it looks like shes here against her will." He grabbed the ropes and loosely tied me back up just in time. Mal, Carlos, Jay, Evie and one of the other students came out onto the dock.

It was time for the hand off and Harry was cutting us loose, I stood up and the ropes fell to the ground at my feet. I turned to look at Harry who had an angry look plastered on his face, "come on Y/n let's go" Ben said as Mal was pushing him away from the ship. Harry look away from me and I felt a pang in my chest, but before I could say I wanted to stay Mal grabbed me and pulled me with her. Uma realized the wand was a fake and a fight broke out, I was trying to find Jay but I got hit in the back of the head and was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up it was mostly quiet other than the sound of footsteps pacing on the dock. I stood up from the pile of nets and canvas to see blurry figure a few feet away. "Hey what happened" I asked trying to regain my sight. "Y/n? I thought ye left with the rest of 'em" i recognized the voice and smiled. "Harry..." my vision started to become clearer as he ran up to me, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I got hit in the head I missed the whole fight.... I was trying to find Jay so I could tell him goodbye" I explained what had happened but he just looked at me confused.

"Why would he need to tell 'im goodbye?" He asked tilting his head. "Because I wanted to stay here with you on the isle." His face lit up when I said this and he smiled. "was it that good that you would abandon you life in Boradon?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I laughed and elbowed him "alright don't get cocky Harry. But yes. And I never really fit in or felt like I belonged there, but here I feel like I can fit in here." He smiled and hugged me "so it was that good".

[ginwhitlock]

A Jasper/Bella Fanfiction I wrote

“ Bella Swan's daydream brings her into reality-- complete with golden eyes and a razor-sharp promise. “

Warnings: Almost no plot!, almost smut? (Teen+ audiences), cuss words (minimal)

Sometimes I think I’ll start screaming if he doesn’t touch me. I think of all the air between us like a counter overcrowded with bright yellow lemon peels. I can only imagine the citric burning at my throat, the sting of venom sliding down. A mouthful of bitterness. Of something like blood. My top lip, curled, clenching in time with my lungs as his own wait beneath the curve of my neck. His tongue heavy with tinges of regret and guilt and lust. The blond’s emotions seeping into my rib cage from his mere presence at my back.

I want for the inhuman slick of his palm against my hip, cooling my overheated skin like an ice bath. The pads of his fingers dipping below the relaxed waistband of my jeans��� the anticipation biting at my beating heart. Each inch he covers placated by the harsh edge of a silver ring. A second following in its wake.

A tiny girl dressed all in white. Hands like a doll’s, clasped in his large ones.

I shake myself from the malevolent daydream like a dog brought in from a storm. My eyes start to refocus on the worn copy of some state-required novella laid out before me. The chipped edge of the desk becomes concrete beneath my palm.

But the intense gaze aimed into the curve of my spine is hard to ignore.

A quick glance over my bundled shoulder sticks me to my seat. Eyes like glass look directly into the crease of my own. Black as asphalt after a downfall in Forks, the rain swirling around a clogged gutter. I can almost feel the ancient hunger seeping into Jasper’s irises like an ink well. I feel like prey. A rabbit in the mouth of a rabid dog. The clench of his stone hands around the poster of the already small chair speaks for the carnivore in him.

I was afraid the entirety of homeroom English, nor Edward, could keep him from plunging his teeth into the flushed flesh at my collarbone. And in some fevered state my heart whispers, ‘you’d throw yourself at him– as long as he’d hold you while he drained you dry’.

My lids falter, stuttering like a shutter in a hurricane, quickly trying to lose eye contact with him, only to see his chest fail to rise. His throat, blanketed by a restricting linen collar, refuses to inhale again.

My brain drifts only slightly to the thought of the scarred skin underneath. Hundreds of sets of razor blade smiles gunning for mouthfuls of him. The bands of immortal skin suturing itself over and over, self ‘healing’ instantly.

I wondered what it felt like under human fingertips… what it tasted like.

Again, booted off of a train I hadn’t thought I had boarded. This time a pale hand, littered in familiar wounds, covered the front of my novel. The silver rings were missing from his fingers. I could easily make out the gleam of pressed opal buttons climbing up his wrist. From under my lashes, I followed the line up– slower than he wished.

“Darlin’, If you don’t stop suffocating this tiny box of a classroom with all that longing, Imma’ have to drop you at my brother’s feet myself.”

My eyes snapped to his in the middle of his hushed complaint. His brows folded intensely over his soft glare. The blond’s canines were hidden well beneath his upper lip– looking both angered and unsettled. As if I had personally uprooted his ass from his seat. I hadn’t even considered his ability to read the emotional heat I was giving off.

If he had a need to breathe– he would’ve been spread-eagle on the linoleum by now. Every other word in his speech punctuated with a sharp exhale through the nose.

My accidental silence only led him to more truthful conclusions.

His teeth uncovered themselves through an almost snarl. “Or maybe…,” he took a true inhale for the first time, “I’ll take you myself. Where should I start, hmm? Against the lockers behind Molina’s office or maybe right here on this shitty excuse for a desk, how does that sound sugar?”

A feral chuckle bubbled up from his chest. My mouth went dry trying to process every word he drew out. Each syllable more surprising than the last.

“I… uh… Jasper… what’s gotten…” gulp, “into you?”. My vocal cords wavered with an unfurling desire I hadn’t even heard in my dreams. I could almost feel the muscles in my abdomen clenching, fire pooling in my gut. And in my Levi’s.

The students in front of us sat unawares. Ears stuffed with greying headphones, minds and hands focused on finishing whatever homework we’d been assigned. The bell, only minutes from blaring. The comfortable silence seemed to be compressing the room, embracing both his low drawl and my strained response.

Locs of golden curls fell into his darkened line of sight as he bent down beside my pained face. Our stark height difference apparent in his almost crouch.

His ragged breath hits my face. “You know I can smell your arousal, right Isabella? It hangs in the air like a flag of surrender.” His lips had sunk even closer to mine. “And I’d like to know the source of it.” I thought I had heard a growl over the last phrase. Something primal– which only caused the flame to catch an inferno.

With a last inhale, his perfect marble face angled away from me entirely. Leather cowboy boots carried him out of the door just as the bell rang.

The hunger polluting his tall form– I was sure– mirrored mine. The confusion started to take a front seat in my mind as the other students shuffled out.

He had never even touched me.

[rubiesintherough]

(( @residualed​​ sent --- answer all of the rough childhood questions for your muse with the most childhood trauma!! ))

( tw’s for trauma, child abuse, child neglect, violence toward children, death, and selfharm mentions )

oh, oof.... okay, here we go. hard to choose, but i think imma go with... melody

does your muse blame themselves for their trauma?

hard to answer, because both yes and no... she realizes that her parents were just pieces of shit who would’ve done all those things to her regardless of how she acted, but --- caused mostly by the fact they kept telling her this directly to her face --- there is a part of her who wonders if she was the one responsible for it... who wonders if, maybe if she’d been quieter, more polite, more obedient, they wouldn’t have hurt her. At least, not to the extent they did. 

does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?

sometimes... for her, it usually only happens if she’s already really stressed out or upset when falling asleep, then her brain plucks those traumatic memories up and drops them back in the forefront. 

what triggers does your muse have from their childhood?

anyone grabbing her by the chin, no matter their intentions... she will go absolutely feral, resorting to anything, even biting, to get away.  Same thing goes for someone grabbing for her hands / arms. Similar reaction, she’ll twist, pinch, scratch, whatever it takes to get them to let go, no matter what intention they had in doing it. Also, the smell of burning or burnt food is a trigger and will immediately make her feel like throwing up. People being angry at her... but, she’ll also go out of her way to push other people’s buttons, because the feeling of being triggered by someone being genuinely furious at her, that adrenaline fear, is a feeling she... likes isn’t a good word for it, but it’s the closest I can think of right now. It’s a rush. It allows her to be angry back. It’s a familiar feeling, no matter how bad it feels overall, it validates her belief that people are awful, that her trauma is real, and it almost gives her permission to let loose and be crueler, ruder, angrier back. 

who in their life was most responsible for your muse’s trauma?

her parents. She rarely met anyone outside of them. 

has your muse ever been officially diagnosed with ptsd, c-ptsd?

nope. Needless to say, her parents weren’t very invested in looking after their child’s mental health... 

what was the worst / most traumatic moment in their childhood?

actually, even will all the others in mind, i’m going to say it was the act of  killing her parents. It’s not something she regrets, and she feels it was fully justified... but it was still an extremely traumatic event. 

how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

probably around 13-14. She didn’t have a word for it, and didn’t fully understand the topic of trauma, but she understood enough to know that her childhood was wrong, and messed up, and that she wasn’t okay because of it. 

how does your muse react to being triggered? ( disassociates, becomes angry, etc. )

anger. Anger is protective. Snapping at other people, driving them away from her, physically lashing out so people keep their distance... it keeps everyone away from her. And, if they’re away from her, they can’t hurt her.    She does also disassociate, but this only tends to happen in moments when she is badly triggered... but, instead of what some disassociation looks like, she doesn’t go quiet, or mentally drift / get a thousand yard stare, she just gets shaky... really shaky, like she’s freezing to death due to how adrenaline hits her. It’s the same thing that happens when she has a panic attack. 

what coping methods  ( healthy or unhealthy )  did your muse learn during their childhood?

see above. Anger is the one she uses most. It’s definitely not healthy in the way she uses it, though... but she doesn’t know any other way.  She will also use physical pain to cope: smashing her hand into a wall, for instance.  And she will destroy things around her to get the anger out, which is especially dangerous, considering the power she has. She won’t just throw things. She will light things up, has destroyed entire concrete columns with a flare of electricity when at her angriest... definitely unhealthy but, again, she doesn’t know any healthy ones. 

does your muse want their abuser(s) to face consequences? Or would they rather forget any of it happened?

they already did. She made sure of it. 

was there anyone who was a shining light for your muse? Ie. was there any adult who they could genuinely rely on / trust?

unfortunately, no. She was rarely allowed to even leave the house aside from school and occasionally visiting her friends’ houses, but that was few and far between. And there was no one in either instance that she trusted enough to tell... especially because her parents had told her, repeatedly, that if she told anyone, they would find out and it wouldn’t end well for her.  Of course, there were teachers or other parents who asked about visible bruises, but Melody explained them away by saying she’d been helping with yardwork, etc. And no one cared enough to look further into it. 

[1-800-hellraiser]

I don't want to set the world on fire (Jeff the Killer x reader x BEN Drowned)

Requested by: no one

Words: 2,273

Genre: Lots of angst (itty bitty bit of fluff at the end)

Associated song: I don't to set the world on fire - The Ink Spots

!TW! Swearing, yelling, arguing, all that tomfoolery. 

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"I've lost all ambition and worthy acclaim, I just wanna be the one you love"

   You step down the concrete stairs of your apartment building. Your boyfriend, Jeff, wanted to meet at the nearby park. He said he wanted to introduce you to someone. You know Jeff works with a lot of people, so you're excited to get to know one of his acquaintances. You pull up the hood of your f/c (favorite color) hoodie, since your s/t (skin tone) ears are getting cold.

   You pop some earbuds into your ears and play some music as you walk to the park. Thinking a bit more about Jeff's acquaintances, you know of one in particular, because he's your mutual friend. That's how you and Jeff met, actually. 

   BEN was actually coming to kill you, but you threw something sharp at him. It stabbed him in the eye, and he had to take a break. So, the mission was given to Jeff. After about a week of fighting every night, you both just decided to stop and become friends. Hell, you became even more somehow.

   You and BEN have been friends ever since he tried to kill you. He comes through your laptop sometimes, although most of the time, he comes through your T.V. You chill together and watch movies, play video games, and just veg out until you both fall asleep. He's also been through a lot with you, every fight you and Jeff had, work and school related stress, nightmares, everything! 

   So, why are you with Jeff and not BEN? Jeff asked you out, you don't think BEN likes you. You just think BEN is your best friend. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you...right?

   BEN lays silently on his bed. He's internally kicking his own ass for not telling you about who Jeff actually was. There's a lot you don't know about Jeff. You're the type of person to wait until someone opens up to you. You don't know that when Jeff's not around you, he's an arrogant, self-centered, asswipe. 

   BEN rolls off his bed, and gets up to go get some food. He wanders into the kitchen and grabs a bowl from the cupboard. A bowl of cereal at 2 pm (14:00) sounds very tasty right about now. He takes the milk carton from the fridge and some Cheerios. 

   BEN plops himself into a chair and starts to munch on his Cheerios. Most of the other pastas and proxies are out on missions. The rest of the pastas and proxies, including BEN, have their day off today. 

   As BEN isn't paying attention and spacing out, Sally hops into the chair next to him at the table. "Hi BEN! Whatcha doin'?" "Ah!" BEN squeaks, almost spilling his cereal. BEN composes himself and glances at the small brunette next to him. "Thinking about a friend." Sally looks up at BEN in curiosity.

   "Who?" Sally tilts her head like a confused puppy. BEN takes another spoonful of Cheerios and shoves them in his mouth. "A girl I became friends with on that one mission. The girl that stabbed me in the eye." BEN explains to the young girl. "Ohhhhh, her. Yeah I remember." BEN nods and swallows the cereal he was eating. 

    Something suddenly clicks in Sally's little noggin. She grows a sly smirk and her eyes become half lidded. She sets her head in her little palm. "You like her don't you?" The young brunette teases. BEN almost spits out his cereal, his face begins to grow red. Sally keeps smiling slyly as BEN tries to explain himself.

   As soon as he gets his bearings, BEN realizes he cant explain himself. He does like you. The tingle in his chest when he's around you. The butterflies he gets when you talk to him. How sweaty his hands get when you text him. How could he have been so blind, he likes, no, loves you.

  BEN sighs and runs his hand through his greasy, blond locks. "I may or may not..." Sally giggles at BEN. "Oh come onnnnnnnnn" Sally's green eyes make contact with BEN's red ones "I know you do. I think you should tell her how you feel." BEN's face gets red and his heart drops. 

   "I can't really do that Sally." BEN states dejectedly, Sally cocks her head at his words. "Why not?" Sally prods further. "She's, Jeff's girlfriend..." Sally looks at BEN with wide eyes. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend, I didn't even think he could get one..." BEN snorts at Sally's remark as he gets up to put his bowl in the sink. 

   Suddenly, an idea pops into BEN's head. He could just tell you how Jeff acts when he's not around you. To be fair, you probably won't believe him, but has to at least try. BEN says goodbye to Sally and semi - confidently walks back into his room. He decides to wait until 5 pm (17:00) to come over. 

   You finally arrive at the park Jeff told you to go to. It is a bit far from your apartment building, but you don't care. You text Jeff to see where he wants to meet you. As you wait for is text, you wander around, admiring the scene.

   There are children running round as they're parents sit on the public benches and chat. There are people with they're dogs (on leashes, of course) and an opening to a forest area. You're getting more interested in the forest, but before you start walking towards it, you get a text back from Jeff. 

   'Meet me by the entrance of the forest'. His text is vague, but you know what he means. You silently walk over to the entrance of the forest. Jeff comes into view along with a female. She has long, almost tomato red hair, a pale complexion, and is about 5'2. She is wearing a denim jean jacket, a black tank top underneath, jeans and a pair of black Doc Martins. 

   You come closer to the pair, noticing Jeff has his arm around the girl. You falter for a minute, before shrugging it off as 'they must be good friends'. Once you get to Jeff and the girl, you notice the female's beautiful green eyes. Her eyes are piercing right through you, in almost a judgmental way. 

   You push the thought away as Jeff introduces you to the girl. Her name is Zoe, a very pretty name. "So, Jeff, what do you want to do here?" You ask innocently, Jeff smirks at you. "Well, I wanted to talk, about our relationship specifically." Your heart drops and you feel the blood drain from tour face. 

   "Oh, uh, ok! What did you want to talk about." You ask, still trying to be optimistic about this situation. Although, you have an idea of where this is going. "Well, I'm breaking up with you, for Zoe. I wanted to tell you in person." Jeff explains, as you stand there dumbly. 

   After you process what he just said, you are livid. "Wow, ok, so, you thought it would be a great idea to have me walk for about a half a mile (0.8 kilometers) just for you to break it off? And, if that wasn't enough you have to bring your girlfriend along with you?" You sneer at Jeff.

  "What the hell man? Like, it would've been better to break it off over the phone, rather than this shit being pulled." You continue, relentlessly. Jeff cuts in "babe, listen, I-" "No! You pull this shit and still have the brass balls to call me babe?! Get bent, Jeff." You finish, flipping him off as you retreat back to your apartment building. 

   As soon as you enter your apartment, you break down. You cry until you're dehydrated. After wallowing in a bundle of blankets for about an hour, you get up to check the time. It is four thirty, you sigh and get up to get some food. Food doesn't solve ALL your problems, but it does solve some of them. 

   You sigh as you stare into a fridge with only a few water bottles and some shredded cheese. You grab a water bottle, then close your fridge and trudge back to your room. You decide to order some food, but you don't know where from. 

   After about 30 minutes, BEN pops out of your T.V. and scares the shit out of your indecisive ass. "What's poppin' Y/n?" BEN asks, sitting next to you on your bed. "Nothin' much, just trying to decide on what to eat for dinner." BEN's eyes light up "CAN WE GET MCDONALD'S?!" You flinch at the sound of BEN's excitement. 

   "Pfft, yeah, we can." You open a handy dandy app on your phone that lets you order from almost any restaurant in your area. You pick out what you want and hand your phone over to BEN when you're done. You got some f/f (favorite food) and BEN got chicken nuggets. 

  "Its gonna take 45 minutes to get here." You inform, BEN groans. You chuckle at his childish nature. "You wanna play some Smash while we wait?" You ask, grabbing you and BEN a controller. "Hell yeah! Imma wipe the floor with your ass!" "Don't be so cocky BEN." You retort sassily. 

   "BRO LITERALLY HOW." BEN yells in frustration, you giggle at him. "I told you not to be so cocky~" You taunt he crosses his arms and pouts. You chuckle and ruffle his golden locks. You her a knock at your door and both you and BEN perk up. "I'll be right back, the food's here." You rise up off your semi-stiff mattress and walk out of your room. 

   BEN lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He decided to tell you after about Jeff. He had noticed that you were crying. He noticed your puffy eyes, the unwiped tear streaks, your shaking. He didn't say anything because he wanted to make you feel a little bit better, but he also wants to tell you the truth. 

   You come back with a McDonald's back full of greasy, unhealthy, yet delicious food. BEN licks his lips as you hand him his chicken nuggets. You take out f/f and take a bite. Your mouth salivates even more as you take a bite of the lovely food. 

   After you two are finished, you took the trash out of your room so it won't attract ants or roaches. BEN starts sweating and his heart beats against his rib cage. "Hey, Y/n, can I talk to you about something?" He tries his best to make sure he doesn't look nervous. "Yeah, what's up?" BEN gulps and prepares for the worst.

   "Ok, I wanted to tell you Jeff isn't what he seems. He's an arrogant, asshat that doesn't care about others emotions. He thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread-" "oh yeah I know," BEN stops in his tracks. "Y-you know?" He stutters, looking at you with pure confusion on his features. "Yeah, he broke up with me for a much prettier girl, he name is Zoe, I believe." 

   BEN stares at you in disbelief, not because of the break up between you and Jeff. It's because you weren't breaking down. "A-are you doing okay?" BEN asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Kinda, I broke down earlier about it, but I think I'm fine now." BEN nods and scoots a bit closer to you. 

   "Ok, well, I-I wanted to ask you something. To be fair, it is a bit, sudden and early, and its okay if you don't feel the same." BEN looks at you with a cute blush spreading across his left cheek, over his button nose, to his right cheek. "What do you mean,?" You ask, cocking your head. BEN holds in a breath, and then lets it go. 

   "Y-Y/n, I came over to ask you, if y-you'd be my girlfriend." As soon as those words exit BEN's mouth, he shrinks down in fear of what you'll say. You give BEN a look of sympathy. You gently scoot closer to him, and wrap your arms around him, holding him close to your chest.

   BEN slowly un-tesnses his muscles and wraps his arms around your waist. Burying his head into your shoulder. He breathes into your shirt, your shirt smells like fresh linen laundry soap. He loves that laundry soap. You rub soothing circles on your best friend's back. "I'm so sorry BEN, I had no idea you felt this way." You whisper soothingly. BEN starts to get his hopes up. 

"I don't think I like you like that, BEN."

  BEN's heart drops immediately. He holds on to you tighter. You both sat there in a comfortable silence, BEN blaming himself for catching feelings. You know however, what he's doing.

  "BEN, hun, please don't blame yourself, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better," you pull away from BEN's grasp, he looks you in the eyes, "we can still be friends." BEN accepts your offer and pulls you into another tight embrace. "Thank you Y/n. God, your the best friend I could ever ask for."

[kill-ie]

Here have some rather odd threats

I will swallow your leg

i will liquify your eyeballs and make you drink your eye juice

i will cut the webbing between your finger with a rusty knife and make you lick up the blood

i will replace your stomach with a small black whole and cause your body to slowly implode and be crushed from the inside out

sit down before i bash your empty head with 39 spoons and a fucking bible

i will literally rip every bone out of your body and turn it to jello then force feed it to you

i will turn you into a fucking potato and play soccer with you till i get bored and feed you to a pig if you say that again

i am going to shove a butternut squash so far down your throat your stomach will start reciting the bible

i am going to chop your hands off, turn them into gloves and then strangle you with them on

i will skin you alive and wear you as a fursuit

i will boil your teeth

i will roast your ribs and sell them to the nearest chinese restaurant

im gonna dismember you for doubting me

i will shove you into the mc donalds toilet while eating my happy meal and pouring your protien shake over your head. i will then remove your teeth and use them in place of ice cubes. you will finish the tooth cola with toilet water and protien shake soaked head and shirt

i will skin you, and then i will melt your bones. i will then solidify them into one large cube, and then carve several sculptures of you. i will then throw said sculptures at your mother, and say "that was a pretty good joke you made, have several of the same one so it becomes overused and never funny again, like most dad jokes

shut the fuck up before i turn your dick inside out with a peeler

who's stopping me from finding your house and pissing in your frudge huh

i will break out your third vertebrae and use it as a cock ring

i will turn your ribs inside out

i will double the amount of bones in your body

i will turn you inside out

i swear to god ping everyone here again i'll fucking get a rusty spoon and scoop your fucking eye goop out then shove it up your fucking anud with a shit of hydrolic acid

i am going to use temporal manipulation to age you into a boomer so your body is too old and frail to stop me from chopping you up into square shaped pieces and building a mini minecraft house with your body

i'll fucking disect you and put your brain into three frogs

i will teleport into your fucking driveway and piss on your car before entering your house and filling your entire fucking prostate with ranch cum

i will rip your hands off your body in your sleep

i'll horribly crop your entire body

i will build a chair out of your bones

fuck off or i will make you shit your own teeth like kidney stones

i will find your house, burst into your bathroom while you are showering and fill your sinuses with cement

i'll send peppa pig to suck you off

i will shoot a hole in your hand and use it as a fleshlight

i hope you accidentally put water in your frosted flakes

shut the fuck up before i sew your mouth shut with your computer wires

i will not hesitate to fill your fleshlight with thumbtacks

i will crack your dick like a glowstick

shut the fuck up or i'll rip out your spinal cord while you are sleeping

i will grind your bones into hot chocolate

i will serve some of your cock for thanksgiving instead of turkey

i will personally fucking shove your spinal cord up your arse and rip it out so you'll spin like a damn bayblade if you dont shut the fuck up

i will bisect your testicles and make salad out of your skin

i will literally shove your remote up your ass so deep you gotta bite down to switch the channel

i will literally rip your toenails off one by onr and shove them up your ass and then shove a chalkboard coated dildo up there so you know what the sound of nails on a chalkboard sounds like echoing in the empty chambers of your lower intestine

then feel the wrath of a thousand suns, the weight of the earth, moon and stars will strike you down with such force and accuracy that you will know no ending to the suffering. your sins will follow you to hell, and at deaths grave repose, you will have no eulogy, no mourning will be done that day. only celebration, instead, those that you knew in life will dance on your sodden amd accursed grave, your rotting corpse will be the subject of jeers and laughter. jokes, numerous in nature will be made at your expense, misery and hatred will be had at you in hell where you belong, lucifer himself will make great amusement of torturing your decrepit and downtrodden soul into the vast eternity of ever moving time

i will fill your garden with uncooked pasta and play the saxaphone with your spine

i will personally unbraid your DNA from the inside

i'll use your mouth to make instant noodles

i'm gonna line a treadmill with sand paper and grind your teeth on it

i will swallow your organs like a fine cuisine

i will glue your hair to a pocket rocket and send your scalp to space

i will scramble your kidney and feed it to you on a biscuit

i will find you and eat your fridge

if you do that one more time i will inhale your vocal cords

i hope you get strapped to a chair and forced to listen to jar jar binks playing the recorder for the rest of the decade, fed with a single slice of bread for each meal

if you dare fucking talk again i will rip out your urethra and use it as a belt

i'll cut you with a kitchen utensil only master chefs have heard of

i will turn you into a desert and the blood that pumps through your being will be the sand that keeps the desert dead

i will use your forearms as chopsticks to consume your kneecaps

im gonna put spider eggs in the corner of your mouth where you cant reach

i will cut your fucking vocal cord and then make you fucking eat it

i will deep fry your eyelashes and put them in a salad which i'll force feed you, while simultaneously shoving your own foot so far up your ass it gets lodged in your throat so you choke on deep-fried eyelash salad and foot

i’m redirecting the income of my platonic love for you to my pillow

i will rip out your large intestine, fry it in diet orange powerade and wrap it around the christmas tree

i shall turn you into a microwaved burrito

i’ll bash you over the head with a femur

your mum should have eaten you as a baby when your bones were still soft

if you dont stop, imma go to medical school, spend hella cash and several years to gain my license and become a doctor so i can surgically open her chest, fill the entire body with beans and seal it shut without her dying

i will find you and slowly fill your room with crickets

i will boil your teeth then i will fill your ears with concrete and your sinuses with urine followed by an inversion of your ribcage that will end your judgementalist life. and i may or may not harvest your toes and then fillet your tongue

this shit makes me wanna boil my teeth and use ur skin as a fursuit

if yall can think of more pls add some

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