#just let me live under a rock alone forever

[thewanderingace]

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[finelinevogue]

hi!! can I get an azriel fic where he and the reader had a fight before a battle or mission and then she is presumed dead so he spends his days spiraling with guilt and he misses her a lot and that stuff. And then when she makes it back he finally confesses his feelings to her and happy ending :) bonus if she's rhys' sister but not necessary. thank u so much and happy new year!!

please come back

thank you so much for your request - i hope this lived up to expectations since i’ve wanted to write a fic like this for ages 💫

word count - 1.6k

“Where is she?”

“Az.. We… We don’t—.”

“I said where is she?” Azriel bellowed, readying Truthteller for anything.

Rhys rubbed a bloody hand over his chin whilst Cassian hung his head low.

Rhys looked at Azriel with those deep violet eyes, conveying a whole conversation to him without having to use any words.

Truthteller dropped to the ground.

Azriel followed.

His knees let out an earth shattering crack as he crumbled onto the floor. His whole body went slack, his entire demeanour changing from how he had been seconds before.

How evil a few seconds could turn life into.

“No.” He whispered to the wind.

“Az…”

“No!” He screamed, spit and blood flying from his lips - blood from the battle which he didn’t feel like they’d won anymore.

Why had any of that been worth it?

Days of war and fighting, and for what?

The peace and safety of the Night Court wad restored once more, but was life worth truly living without his person living beside him? He couldn’t even comprehend the thought of figuring that question out.

He could feel the bond slipping away. That once golden-feel thread, rusting and greying away.

Azriel tried pulling on the bond with all he had, whispering pleads under his breath. “Please, please.” He pulled and pulled, but the void when nothing pulled back was too empty to deal with.

“I’m sorry, brother.” Rhys said, kneeling down in front of Azriel. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell me it isn’t true.” Azriel looked from his blood-caked hands and into his brother’s eyes once more.

Azriel’s own eyes pooled with tears. He didn’t think he had any energy left to think, let alone cry and yet the tears would not stop falling.

His body rocked as his cries took over him.

He felt like the world was ending and he was ending with it.

He pulled that bond again, wishing for anything to give him a sign that you were at least trying to pull back - to give Azriel reason to believe you were still there - but all he felt was nothing.

🦇 • 🤎• 🦇

The sun was setting when Azriel woke up.

He sat up in your once shared bed, holding himself up by his hands behind him.

He looked from the setting sun to your side of the bed. He’d set up your pillows so it looked like your body was underneath the sheets. They had dents in from where he’d been holding them at night - trying to replicate the feeling of you.

He can’t believe you were gone.

Azriel took one of his hands and placed it over his heart, tugging at that thread - he wasn’t giving it up so easily. He could feel it still there, only it felt distant. Distant didn’t mean forever gone, though.

And so he pulled.

Every morning - or evening - he rose, he pulled.

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“You look…” Cassian started as Azriel entered the kitchen.

Cassian was sat at the table eating some bread and sauce - forever snacking.

“Handsome?” Azriel asked in a teasing voice

“You don’t want me to answer that honestly.” Cassian shook his head, tearing off a bit of bread and throwing it across the table for Azriel to catch.

Azriel caught it with one hand and immediately took a bite from it. It didn’t take an intelligent someone to know that Cassian was just trying to make sure Azriel remembered to eat, seeing as he kept ‘forgetting to’ recently.

Azriel hadn’t attended family dinner in 2 days - the battle having ended 3 days ago.

Cassian was impressed that Azriel was even out of bed - proud, even.

“Answer me this, then.” Azriel counter offered, “If… If you thought there was still a small chance the bond was still alive between you and Nesta, even though she’d… gone, would you pull it? Persue it?”

“Without hesitation.” Cassian nodded.

Azriel nodded in agreement.

“Why—.”

“It’s nothing.” Azriel shook his head, leaving the bread on the table and disappearing from the room once more.

“What a weird guy.” Cassian spoke to no-one as he dipped his bread into a spicy-red sauce.

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You looked peaceful.

Madja had dressed you in lilac robes - traditional to your homeland for your upcoming memorial service.

You were lying to rest in a room away from the main part of the House of Wind. You looked so beautiful. Your Fae skin had not yet withered or cracked.

“Hello, my love.” Azriel said, brushing the tips of his fingers over your cheek.

Azriel had been coming down to speak to you every spare moment he had, not wanting to miss a single second he had to watch over you.

“Are you ready to come back yet?”

He tugged that bond and he tugged it hard.

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It was the third morning.

Azriel was at his desk, writing away as he often did in the mornings. His diary was the one constant - other than you - that he had always known he could turn to each day.

Now with you gone, he–

Mor burst through the door, panting like she’d run up the steps to reach the House of Wind.

Azriel hadn’t noticed he’d dropped his pen and spilt the ink everywhere. Mor had startled him, but his shadows had calmed him.

Mor caught her breath long enough for her to speak two words.

“She’s awake.”

And that’s when he noticed he could feel it; the bond.

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Azriel was running faster than he had ever before.

He sprinted down the halls, apologising when he knocked over a vase but continuing nevertheless.

When he approached the end of the hallway that led to that door, he spotted Rhys speaking to Madja just in front of it.

Azriel slowed down his pace until he was actually apprehensively approaching the door.

He looked at Madja first, needing medical reassurance more than anything. If this was real, how did the Mother pull this off? He would owe his soul for this.

Madja gave Azriel a knowing look that made Azriel want to crumple to the floor and kiss at the feet of the Gods.

Madja, Rhys and Mor stood beside the door as Azriel didn't waste a single moment more waiting behind the doors. He pushed them open widely and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, he saw your eyes open.

You smiled at him from across the room and he was done for.

Azriel's shadows went into a frenzy to reach you and you laughed as they hugged and tickled you, moulding around your body in a protective cocoon.

"I came back." You said.

Azriel nodded, not understand how this was even possible. How was this possible? Could Madja even explain this phenomenon?

"You.. You were..."

"I know." You nodded sadly. "I can't imagine how that must have been for you."

"I pulled on the bond every other moment." Azriel walked towards you slowly, careful to tread carefully in case he blurred the dream that he was sure he was dreaming.

"I know." You rested your hand on your chest. "I could feel it."

"You could?"

"I'm certain that you brought me back, Az."

His shadows met back with him but only because he was so close to you now. Close enough to be able to reach out and make sure you were real.

He brought a scarred hand up to your cheek, hesitating in case this was some cruel trick. His hand hovered where he wanted to cup your cheek, like he was internally stuck with choosing what to do next.

"It's okay. I'm here."

You moved for him and pressed your skin into his.

Azriel gasped as he felt how real you were beneath his own body. He quickly brought his other hand to cup your other cheek and greedily bring your lips close to his so he could seal this moment with a kiss.

The kiss poured all of his love for you back into him.

He felt that bond grow tighter in his chest, begging to burst out and fill the room with the endless happy that you brought him.

"You're here." He said between kisses, not letting you go for a moment.

"I am."

Azriel's kisses were hungry and desperate. It was almost like he refused to believe this was real and that he would lose you the moment he stopped. As much as you loved him and his kisses, you did need to breathe and so you reluctantly pulled away.

"No..." Azriel whined, desperate to pull you back.

You cupped his cheeks this time, grounding him to you. "Hey, sweetheart, I am here. I am right here. We have all the time in the world. I'm okay."

"We're okay." And he sealed the fact with another kiss.

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"Az, get off!"

You laughed as you tried to push him off of your side of the bed.

"You're too big." You grunted as you tried to move him off you, but he was too big of a lump of muscle to move. Of course you were only struggling to suffer - you actually quite enjoyed the feeling of him on you. If it comforted him then it comforted you.

"I am, aren't I." He said cheekily, like a teen Illyrian.

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes, but were glad to see he'd gotten his spark back. "I give up."

You stayed laid down, Azriel's body completely wrapped over yours and his legs intertwined with yours. His arms were wrapped so snug around you that you couldn't move even if you did want to. Seemed like he was attached to you from here until forever.

"Good." He said. "Now, let's sleep."

He gave one last tug on the bond before you tried to go to sleep and he was only comfortable enough to go to sleep when he felt you tug back.

[petew21-blog]

Killer on the loose

Jack was happy to finally spend some time alone in the woods. He felt so overstimulated after years of living in the city. He had to move from the countryside and change jobs, but he still missed his old life closer to the nature.

As soon as he left the city, he turned off his phone. Something he wouldn’t be able to do because of his work. But now, he had a weekend all for himself. No humans nearby.

He arrived to his favourite location near his old home, which has now been demolished and sold to some of the businessmen and turned into a lumberyard. But the woods were still calm. He set up a camp, started a fire to get his diner ready and spontaneously decided to quickly calm himself in the pond with a waterfall. The water splashing on the rocks was relaxing. Jack swam for quite a while, before getting out of the water. He wiped away the water from his eyes and froze on the spot.

There was a strange looking man standing on the shore.

Stranger:“Wow, looking good. I guess you could do.“

Jack:“Sir, I’m going to ask you to leave.“

Stranger:“This is a free country. You can’t tell me to leave.“

Jack:“I’m just being respectful. I came here alone and set up this place to have a quiet weekend for myself. Please leave.“

Stranger:“Alone? You shouldn’t wander these woods alone. There are animals and serial killers running around. I’ll keep you safe!“ he snapped and broke something between his hands. There was a smoke around him, that made is way towards Jack.

Before Jack could react, it entered him through his nose. Jack tried to cough it out, but only clean air was coming out. He felt weak, as if he was falling asleep.

And suddenly his vison turned black

Axel opened his eyes. „It worked. That bitch was right.“ He looked down at his new muscular wet torso. „Well what do we have here. I think I’m going to be having some benefits for my plans with a body like this.“ He felt his belly and abs tightened under the cold skin. He flexed his biceps and sniffed his armpits. Axel pulled away the waistband if his shorts. „Oh, boy. I hope it’s the cold water boy. Cause Axel is used to much bigger tool than this. Right, you can’t answer back to me, you’re dormant now. I hope you’re gonna enjoy the ride, boy.“

He got out of the water and stripped himself naked and got close to the fire to dry himself. He poked around his new dick. „Let’s see if I underestimated you.“ He spat on his new dick and played around with the head of his dick. He was jerking furiously now as the flames were burning bright next to him. He was hard now, but still not really satisfied with the length. „At least they’ll be able to give you a motive. Hahaha.“ He got even harder as he heard himself laugh. He moaned as the water from his body evaporated but was now replaced by sweat. It  poured from his head, back and made its way between his cheeks. He was getting close. „Fuck yeah! I’m a studddd!“ he screamed and shot the load into the fire.

He collapsed on the ground and laughed. „I must say, you’re not the biggest down there, but the orgasm is worth it.“ He rested for a while, but noticed the sun was setting.

He looked around and found clothes in the tent. He got dressed, but there was still something missing. He noticed the axe, that Jack brought for the fire. „Perfect. Now we’re all set.“

Axel was now ready to continue in his killing streak. The prison thought that they would keep him there forever, but Axel has important task to finish. And now, he has the body for it too. Maybe after he finishes, He could possess someone else and let Jack get the blame. But maybe after fucking some more whores and killing them after.

Story request from inbox by @malevessel

Could you do a story where this guy goes camping in the woods and gets possessed by an escaped serial killer?

[imnameimswrld]

╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 || 𝗖𝗟𝟭𝟲 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . charles x guitarist!gf ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : charles has been liking an anonymous girl's pictures on insta for a while now, but with no face and just guitar pics to go by, fans are more than intrigued to figure out who his mystery guitar girl is ; ❫

━━ ❪ . . . smau ! ❫

━━ ❪ . . . warnings: none ❫

━━ ❪ . . . fc : winter of aespa ❫

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user how do I explain to people that ur my gf yet I don't know how you look ?

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⤿ user TOO REAL OMG.

thatguitargirl added to their story !

[ caption 1: thx to my baby for the bday gift ! a girl can never have too many guitars on her rack ;) ; caption 2: red is best ofc ❤ ]

thatguitargirl added to their story !

[ caption 2: now which one should I bring along ? 🤔 ]

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user now just wait a damn minute... is that who I think it might be ?

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user if this is the person that steps out onto stage tomorrow I'm going to throw myself on that stage and snatch her up.

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thatguitargirl what a week !!! thank you sm coachella for having me and making my rockstar dreams come true, but a bigger thank you to all the people that cheered for me – and for all the notes you threw on stage with the most sweetest words written on them 🥺. ofc, thank you to my beautiful charlie for being there for me, every step of the way leading up go this moment ❤ - yn ln xoxo.

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user YOU. ARE. SO. BEAUTIFUL.

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charles_leclerc here for you always, mon amour 😘

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⤿ charles_leclerc Y/N M/N L/N

user from this relationship alone my lifespan has increased by a decade.

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charles_leclerc so proud of ma fille à la guitare 😍

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user this couple>>>

user ya'll...now that I think about it, I've seen this girl at races 😭 ! she always sat in the stands tho, with friends, but she ALWAYS wore a ferrari hat (no.16) – she's been under our noses this whole time !!!

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⤿ user cheeky and I love it.

landonorris alright, who wants to be ma fille blah blah whatever he said ? applications are open.

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user landscar and charyn in one post ? I am being spoiled today.

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[yurinaa-world]

please, for your 800 followers event I would like to ask for Jamil, Leona, azul, Idia and malleus with the letters J,L, O and P please

✦Characters: Jamil, Leona, Azul, Idia, & Malleus

✦Alphabet: J, L, O, P

800 Follower Milestone Event; Under The Stars

𝒥𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁 𝒱𝒾𝓅𝑒𝓇

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

He rarely gets jealous, and it’s rare. He trusts you a lot. But if he were ever to get jealous, it’s more like bottled up. He’s just squinting at you, and that guy is talking to you with too much comfort and no self-awareness. You can see the sour look becoming more evident throughout the day since your interaction with that guy.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He’s never been a desperate man—well, not for love, that is, survival? Yes, but this! It’s normal to help you out with work or if you're injured because people were roughhousing, but a lot of the things he does for Kamil make helping you feel something different. The second Kamil found out, he went straight to planning the most embarrassing plan ever. He might skip the plan altogether.

When he saw you, his heart just skipped a beat and was instead about to slip out of it. Unlike before, when he’s all professional, he lets it slip out when you're alone. I'm watching your face contort from your happy smile into a blushing mess, and my mouth is agape at this revelation.

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it evident to others? How do they express their feelings?

He's an act-of-service type of guy; he gives you little gifts from his dorm, makes you food, or does anything else you need help with, even if it’s not school-related. It’s the honeymoon phase forever here.

Oh, not really; no one notices unless they were to look into it more than they should. Giving you extra things and help anytime you need it. People would confuse you for being very close friends. Until you get caught holding hands when you thought you were “alone,” you are being investigated by everyone. You were so annoyed about it that you didn't tell them, and that's why you were ditching them to hang out with your lover, boy!

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc, when others are watching?

Of course, he isn't telling anyone; he isn't a fan of bragging in front of other people; that's just not who he is, but Kamil's big mouth always runs its course (he's trying). Not having a fan PDA, like no way is he kissing you either, like simple pinky holding. It is fine when there are not a lot of people around.  

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

He doesn’t care at all. He stares daggers at that bimbo for a first-year who dares to think he has a chance with you. He must be living under a rock if he doesn’t know that you're with him. You see him from the corner of your eye; he’s starting to get more of a malicious look on his face as his sharp teeth begin to show, with the poor first starting to get scared for his life.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He is so calm about it; he doesn’t even need to say any words you like him, and he surprisingly likes you back. He looks at you, “touching me up like that, starting to make you think you like me, Herbivore.” You freeze and feel embarrassed, so much so that you can’t say anything back. “I like you back.”

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it evident to others? How do they express their feelings?

It was pretty evident that he liked you back, like letting you get away or touching his tail or his ears. Just feeling in general and letting you be next to him while he falls asleep might as well be the confession itself—that he didn’t rip your face off for touching him. That one time, you accidentally stepped on his tail, and everyone looked at you in horror, but he didn't murder you. It's a miracle if you call it that, but you’ll have to pay him back in another way other than your life.

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

He brags about Little whenever Ruggie says anything about Leona being lovesick. He’s just jealous that no one would bat an eye at him. He doesn’t care about anything; if people are watching, who cares? Let them watch, and it's not like he’s got anything to lose. He’s kissing you in the end, so he’s winning something.

𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓁 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

He’s never been jealous! While that’s what he’s feeling right, he’s never had to share with anyone! But notes, work, and answers all come at a price, but I am sharing them with you! It is something he would never do. Those students in his dorm are just begging for no mercy because they’re gawking at you with such a look in their eyes as if they could make you fall in love with them instead.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He feels his face red whenever you get near, especially when he’s been burned out entirely with little to no patience to deal with anything else. Seeing your happy face, just come to him with water in your hand and a slow asking if he’s alright, blush corroding his face. “I love you so much.” Leave his mouth in a mumble. He must’ve not been thinking right or something. How could he say something like that?!

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s obvious to his two right-hand assistants. He shows you a bit too much favouritism compared to anyone else. The little things he gives you to anyone else would cost them working in the lounge for months.

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

He doesn’t like to brag, unlike his accomplishments, but Floyd’s around, and whenever he’s around, he can’t shut up, sticking out his tongue in disgust, watching you two touch hands by accident.

𝐼𝒹𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

It's a silent type of jealousy, like the “planning murder at the back of my head” type. The more he thinks about it, the more it pisses him off completely. His hair turns slightly red while he smashes the buttons on his controller, while Ortho watches it unfold from behind him.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He can't; he can't do it. Nope. Not happening. He’ll rather die than confess to you. Everyone says the worst you could say is no, but he can’t handle it. Even though Ortho says his feelings to be reciprocated are 99%, he still can’t do it by just going up to you, looking you in the eyes, and talking with his actual voice. He would rather hide in a hole and live there forever!!

He ended up confessing. He stutters in his voice while telling you he likes you. Who knows who is blushing the most since you both look like tomatoes?

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

He wants nothing to do with other people; he would never go outside!! Never! The only thing people do is that you go to his dorm often and with what ortho says, so that is all they have to go off of.

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

He’s so shy about the most basic affection you could give him. Holding hands, or even if it’s holding pinkies, he can’t help but go a little red whenever you do that. He's just never felt affection the way you do.

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓊𝓈 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒶

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

It’s just a sick taste in his mouth. Of course, he trusts you. Why wouldn’t he? You’ve been so close together and loving, so what exactly is this? He doesn’t know how to deal with this feeling. His brain can’t comprehend any of this. So, won’t you help him navigate what he’s feeling? 

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He’s so old-fashioned, like a love letter in such a fancy font, too!! To the point, you can only read one part. That which is “I love you immensely. You are first, and you will always be my first.” Yes, you hugged him when you saw him again.

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

Nobody knows that you're together since no one can find this dude except everyone at Diasomnia (seven dismay finding out you're together was a lot). He’s an old man, and he’s old-fashioned, like reading those books with covers saying “how to make your significant other fall even more in love with you.”

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

Again, nobody knows where this guy is at half the time. He doesn’t like to brag, and There’s no one to brag to anyway.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

imagine its new year’s eve, sam’s at his moms house and is completely clueless when his son has a tantrum that lasts forever, but that boy would have zero clue how to calm a baby down. I feel like the crying would just go for hours since sam isn’t really doing anything to stop him. love your writing.💜

SAM MONROE sat on the worn-out couch at his mom’s house, legs sprawled out, one arm thrown over the backrest, the other holding a half-empty soda can. The TV was on, humming with some random New Year’s countdown special in the background, cause the main noise was the wailing coming from the other side of the living room.

Vinnie was in full meltdown mode, chubby cheeks streaked with tears, face scrunched up as he clutched his one-eyed stuffed bunny. His sobs were loud enough to make Sam wince every second, but he didn’t really know what to do.

“Alright, buddy,” Sam sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, putting the can on the coffee table before swinging his legs to sit on the couch “what’s the problem? You hungry? Tired? You miss your mom or somethin’?”

The toddler just wailed louder, stumping his foot against the floor

Sam rolled his eyes “Goddamn, kid, you’ve been crying for, like, an hour. Can you chill for two seconds?” He looked around, hoping his mom or one of his stepbrothers would magically appear to save him, but the living room was empty. Everyone had to be in the backyard, laughing and playing some lame game, leaving him to figure this out alone.

Vinnie’s cries hit a new octave, which Sam finally realized this wasn’t going to fix itself. “Alright, alright, I get it! You’re pissed.” He stood and scooped Vinnie up, holding him awkwardly under his arm like a football. The toddler squirmed and screamed louder, and Sam cursed under his breath.

“Okay, not that, got it.” He set Vinnie on his hip, bouncing him clumsily, feeling helpless. Like he himself is about to burst crying just because he can't help his son. “What do people do? Uh… shh? Like that’s supposed to work?”

Vinnie let out a piercing scream in response, and Sam winced, head thumping against the wall behind him. “For the love of--dude, c’mon. You’re killin’ me here.”

He tried pacing the living room, mumbling half-hearted reassurances. “You’re fine. It’s New Year’s Eve. Don’t you wanna stay up? See fireworks? Eat some… apple slices or whatever?” as if it was the best choice for the 20 month old boy

Vinnie’s crying didn’t stop at all, and Sam’s panic grew. He was clueless. Sure, he could handle diapers and baths and feeding him, but tantrums? Full-on breakdowns? This was a whole new level of parenting hell he was not ready for

“Alright, what about music? You like music, right?” Sam grabbed his phone and pulled up some random playlist for the kids, making sure the first song blaring through the speakers was loud enough for the boy to hear. “There, happy now?”

Vinnie’s cries faltered for a split second before he went right back to sobbing, his little hands clutching Sam’s shirt like his life depended on it.

Sam let out a frustrated groan. “Dude, I’m trying here!” He rocked Vinnie in his arms, bouncing becoming more frantic. “What do you want? Huh? Tell me! I’ll give you anything--just--just stop crying!”

Finally, in a last-ditch effort, Sam grabbed the stuffed bunny from the floor and gently pressed it into Vinnie’s arms. “Here. Take your stupid bunny.”

Vinnie's expression softened before he began to hiccup, sobs slowing down as he hugged the bunny tightly to his chest. His chubby cheeks were still flushed; the tears slowly started to dry, and he let out a pitiful little whimper, leaning his head against Sam’s shoulder.

Sam froze, staring at his now-quiet son like he’d just performed a miracle. “Oh. That’s all you wanted? Your creepy-ass bunny?”

Vinnie let out a soft sniffle, tiny hands clutching the worn toy, and Sam sighed in relief, sinking back onto the couch.

“God..” he muttered, rubbing Vinnie’s back in slow circles. The toddler let out a tired little yawn, head nuzzling into the crock of Sam’s neck.

“Yeah, well, happy freakin’ New Year,” Sam mumbled, resting his chin on top of Vinnie’s head with a sigh, before nuzzling to the boy's curls

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[strongheartneteyam]

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

Pairing: Lo'ak Sully x female!human!reader

CW: infidelity, Lo'ak yearning for reader, sexual content, clingy Lo'ak, TRIGGER WARNING for sensitive themes, Lo'ak's cock against reader's thigh, a lot of angst, jealous Lo'ak, heartbroken reader, use of "princess" and "babygirl", mentions of sexual fluids, reader feels like she's not pretty enough after being cheated on, confessions of love, neck kissing and licking, dirty talk, sexual language

Synopsis: Lo'ak fell for you at first sight but you only had eyes for Neteyam, so, when he started having feelings for you too, you became Neteyam's mate. Now things are different, Neteyam is cheating on you but you're pretending you don't have a clue about his rendezvous with the na'vi girl he's seeing behind your back. You are close friends with Lo'ak and he's the only person you told about Neteyam's infidelity and now, Lo'ak just won't let this opportunity go without trying to finally claim you to himself.

So... I think this feels a bit incomplete but I had this idea haunting my mind like crazy until I surrendered and wrote it down lol Tell me what u guys think in the comments 🥲 I love y'all a lot <3

Lo'ak is aged up.

Slighty proofread.

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My husband's gone, don't need to worry

Take you upstairs to the swan bed

Let you fuck me hard as you can

The next time he kisses me, want him to taste red ruby lips

And the love we made and the lemonade

So come on over and give it to me

Lemonade (Nicole Dollanganger)

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"Eywa, baby, I've always wanted you... since the first time I saw you, I wanted you, pretty human... But he took from me any chance I had of trying to make you mine. He was faster than I was." Lo'ak talked about Neteyam as he ran his hands through your body and kissed your neck, his big body pressed against yours, clinging to you, so needy, his weight and body heat comforting you, giving you exactly what you needed right now. You were feeling broken, unlovable and not so sexy as you used to feel before. That's what getting cheated on by the man you loved did to you and your self steem.

Lo'ak's melancholic and full of pain cooing filled the air as you felt your heart hurt, feeling that you were doing something so wrong but you still couldn't stop yourself from letting Lo'ak's love cover you finally. You always knew he wanted you, it had always been obvious. He was not very good at hiding his feelings. His whole family - Neteyam included - knew he was in love with you.

But he always respected his older brother and you were Neteyam's mate, he had made you his before Lo'ak could even try to. He understood he couldn't anyway. Lo'ak saw how your eyes shone the first time you saw Neteyam, your shyness not letting you look at him too much so he wouldn't notice your interest while you still didn't know if he was interested in you too. That broke Lo'ak's heart. He already felt like he lived in his brother's shadow in almost everything in his life and now Neteyam was taking the girl he loved from him too. Great.

But when Neteyam cheated on you and left you feeling alone and broken-hearted, Lo'ak knew that was his chance and he would not let it go.

Lo'ak just couldn't believe it when he leaned in sheepishly to kiss you, his hands cold and his heart beating painfully fast, and you kissed him back eagerly instead of pushing him away.

Now you were under him.

"Now I can finally touch you, baby... Be with you, fuck you... I can't believe it, princess... I want you so much... " You could feel his cock against your thigh, so deliciously big, thick and hard as a rock too. "You never belonged with him. You always belonged with me, baby. And I'm gonna make you mine now if you let me, babygirl... make you mine forever. I need you so much. I love you so much. I can be better than him. I can fuck you better than he used to."

He was making you so wet. You were feeling needed again. And you wanted him too. He was so hot, his body so toned and beautiful. He wasn't as tall as Neteyam but you didn't mind because, as you were human, he still towered over you like crazy. You had always felt attracted to him and now there was nothing pulling you away from him. Neteyam had broken any vows of love and fidelity you had ever made to each other. You wanted Lo'ak and you were gonna let him have you all the way. He was making you feel alive again and you knew he loved you.

"Five fingers, not four. You're perfect for me. And I'm perfect for you." Lo'ak moaned these words for you as he intertwined his big, slender fingers with your tiny in comparison ones "My perfect human mate. You don't think bad of me for not being fully na'vi like they do." He licked your neck and slightly bit the skin there, his fangs making you feel a rush of an indescribably good feeling coming through your whole being.

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[mcondance]

till death starring stu macher

dead dove, do not eat. like the dove is actually fucking dead.

written from stu’s pov-ish.

remember when i said i needed stu to kill me and then fuck my corpse as a final act of desecration and perversion? happy halloween. and happy kinktober.

he’s proud.

lifeless, but still warm. the blood pouring from your abdomen is still bright, rushing red. his skin prickles with what he’s feeling.

jesus.

you’re still so pretty. prettier, really, now that he’s conquered you. now that you’re his victim.

so his hand draws to your hot face, and he wipes away the tears you’d shed. he’s in control of himself. the only one in the driver’s seat when he raises up over you and gazes at you with blown pupils, like he did when you were still here.

his mind is moving a million miles per hour, bouncing off of logic and murder and perversion, as his eyes dart down to the waistband of your sleep shorts, tiny ones you only wore when you were alone, or with him. you trusted him.

you trusted him. he’s hard. ridiculously hard, harder than he ever got when you were alive, even when you were letting him turn you into something unrecognizable for his pleasure.

he killed you in your home, in the space you let him into because you really, really trusted him, even when it was obvious you shouldn’t have.

it’s your fault, really. stupid girl, not smart enough to know the man she was fucking was a killer.

how did you not know, he thinks.

what a pretty body.

maybe those guys are right, maybe his knife does represent his dick. they have to be, with the way it felt nothing but sexual when he sunk it into you, when you called his name and looked right into his eyes like you used to when he fucked you, when he kept going even when you pleaded with him to stop.

his bloodied hands drag your shorts and panties down your heavy legs and waste no time in pulling his pants down. black blown-out eyes focus on the fountain of blood pouring from your stomach. this is sexual, the blood, the wound, the kill excited him more than your cunt ever did.

he loved your cunt. still does. he loves your blood, too. he swears to god it’s a different red than everyone else’s, a gleaming vermillion he’s never seen before. pleasure is pleasure, your warmth wrapped around him felt good. but he liked to hear you beg more, to see you wrap your hand around his wrist and plead with him to let go as your eyes began to flutter.

your eyes. shut closed forever.

you feel just like you did when you were alive. still tight and wet and your tits bounce just like they used to. jesus, they’re so pretty, feel so good under his hands.

he’s sweating. it drips down onto your neck as your body rocks with his movements. he’s fucking you, hard, rutting into you and grunting and groaning with so much feeling he thinks he’s going to fucking explode.

one last time, he gets to defile you, to steal your innocence and light and make you his.

you screamed when you first saw him. mask on but shroud forsaken. terror, then confusion, then realization, then fear.

you couldn’t be faster than him even if you tried your hardest.

the sound was beautiful. your shoulder firm under his hand as he held you still.

his mind is on fire.

you felt betrayed, really. brown eyes big and hurt like you couldn’t believe what he’d done. he sunk down with you, guiding you to your living room floor as he watched your life leave you. he watched your blood pour from your wound. he nodded as you reached up for him, rubbing his face and pleading as if your show of connection in your final moments would mean a thing to him. still, unmoving as he listened to you beg him to “get some help, stu, please, please help me, why would you do this, stu, oh my god, oh my god, god, stu, please. please, please, pl—.” he watched you take your last breath, and he savored it all.

his hips stutter as he cums, and he pulls out to jerk himself onto the hole he carved earlier. lights flicker behind his eyes as his rubs the tip of himself through the bright red blood, smearing it all over your stomach.

he owns you. from the moment he saw you, he owned you. in life, and in death.

[grapejuicestyless]

Could You Imagine That?

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: You failed. The gold, the cross, the fame, the fortune. But really, who cared? Not when you had the best gift of all. Inspired by the song: Forever by Noah Kahan

We listen to Pope and Kiara argue about who knows how to build a fire better, throwing logs into a heap by a pile of rocks and lining stones in a circle in the sand. John B and Cleo make beds for everyone to sleep on and Sarah works on some sort of spear for us. Yet, JJ and I haven’t even given a second thought of how long we just might be here for.

Maybe a few more hours, a couple days or years. In the end, did it really matter? We’d been just fine so far and we’d swear the feeling of freedom was worth it no matter how starved we became or how cold the nights were. We’d screamed about Poguelandia hundreds or times already, calling out the name of this great island and hoisting the flag we’d painted with rocks and the mud packed beneath them. Our hands pruning from the salt water and our shorts left on the edge of the shore line while we ran around in our underwear, splashing around like little kids and laughing like old friends should.

“We’re broke!” We laughed, finding the fact that we failed more funny than anything. Because had we really failed if we got a greater gift than what being filthy rich could give us?

“But real rich in our heads!” JJ would scream back, chasing me down along the edge of the ocean. And when the waves slowed my strides he lifted me from my waist with his tanned arms, not minding how our wet bodies stuck together like glue and our clothes would surely stink like ocean for as long as we’d be here.

“Won’t be alone for the rest of our lives!” I laughed in his hold, and his grip restricted my lungs but I would take the ache that came with it over any other feeling in the world. Because even after he loosens his grip, he never really lets me go and I am reminded of how he’s always within arms reach. Ready to make me smile, make me laugh. And it’s worth more than anything money could buy.

“Can you guys help us?” Kiara calls out desperately, but even she can’t hide the smile on her face, how much she loves the idea of it just being her and the Pogues all together and safe for just a small moment in the grand timeline of adventure ahead. No parents, no threats, no blood or tears. Just the sun and sand beneath our feet. A good cooked fish roasting over the fire and beds woven with leaves under our heads.

“Come in the waters just fine!” JJ splashes, catching a glare from Pope as the salt water briefly tames the fire they just started. And when Kiara catches his line of vision, we don’t have to look back to know their broken laughter is because their stripping to join us in the sea. Ready to splash around carelessly like children do, like we do.

“Can you imagine being here, like this forever? No more window shopping or late rent!” I laugh, bearing all my teeth in my smile when Kiara wraps her arms over my shoulders and places a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

“Won’t be alone for the rest of our lives!” She repeats my words back to me, eyes shining with the glow of the sunset that casts a warm hue over her sunburnt cheeks.

“Poguelandia forever, baby!” JJ’s arms pull Kiara away from me, and like glue, I’m stuck to him with nothing more to offer than the sweetest smile and the world shining in my eyes. I feel more alive than ever and theres not an ounce of gold that could replace it.

“Oh my god!” Cleo laughs at the scene in front of her, dry wood under her arm and a soft blush in her cheek from the sun. We’re all drenched in salt or sweat but we can’t help but feel absolutely okay with it.

You could fly over head at that very moment, on the search for miserable teens in need of help and you wouldn’t even look twice. The way everyone laughed like brothers and sisters and cherished what the world gave them, you’d think we were on some vacation. Like we hadn’t washed up here by accident.

Broken bones and aching muscles worth every moment that led us to this island and this life.

Looking back at JJ, I see the stars in his eyes and the world under his feet. It’s all we’ve ever wanted. A simple life by the ocean with all the people we love. So, we might be broke, we might be hungry and by god we might smell but by god are we richer than most.

“Poguelandia forever.” JJ whispers only for my ears to hear, forehead pressing against mine and his eyes observing the crinkles by my eyes. His thumbs lift from my hips to rub against my cheeks. Then he kisses me, kisses me in a way I hadn’t felt since before death looked at us in the eyes and grief was all we knew. Like we both knew finally that it would all work out and we would be okay.

When we pull away, we share the same hazy look we had plastered on our cheeks before and his hands plant themselves firmly on my hips once again. Squeezing the skin between his fingers playfully and drowning out the world around us.

“Could you imagine that.”

[aplaceinthedark]

Trying to scramble for a crumb of serotonin, so here's a snippet of "ANYTHING > HUMAN", a paranormal Noah Sebastian one-shot that I tried to make into a series, but couldn't find a plot to apply to it.

He twists and bucks against the hand that holds him under the water that devours him. He knows it isn’t really water, that it’s something much worse, but right now that’s all it feels like. It’s something worse than the cold gaps between stars; worse than the hoarfrost that coats his being. He normally enjoys the cold when he can wrap up in hoodies and blankets, but when he’s naked as the day he was born, the cold isn’t very enjoyable. And this cold… 

There’s no warmth that could banish this cold away.

The Empty, he had heard them call it. It didn't feel empty. The… Not-Water pressed against his skin. There was no beginning, no end. Just… Not-Water. Normally, he would have a better idea as to what he could describe what he was drowning in, but the cold and lack of oxygen deprived his brain of any function other than live.

His lungs finally give up the fight, and he gasps for air, but instead gets a mouthful of the Not-Water. He finally can think of a better descriptor for it: the Burning. Because the Burning spreads through his body like lava, slow and unbearably hot and painful, and it’s so heavy that it weighs him down, so he sinks into forever.

The Burning spreads through his veins, boiling the blood in them until it evaporates. He opens his mouth to scream in agony, but the vacuum of the realm steals the sound from his lungs. Any air he had left escapes in the bubbles that leave his mouth, and more Burning enters his lungs this time, collapsing them with a familiarity that he knows all too well.

He thrashes in the darkness, not content to die like this. He seeks out the entity that had pushed and held him under the surface so he can seek retribution; so he can grab a hold of them and either pull himself out or pull them in to suffer with him. Except there’s no hand to bite. It’s just nothingness above him; nothingness below him, nothingness around him. He’s all alone.

Only a single thought crosses his mind; Was this how she felt?

And that crystallizing clear thought finally makes him panic.

Noah opens his mouth to scream again, his body wrenching upwards hard enough that he feels like he might have pulled a muscle in his stomach. This time, the sound travels. He opens his eyes and frantically casts his gaze around.

He’s no longer in the Empty. He’s in his home in Cooper’s Rock. And like the past several months, he’s alone.

He takes in a long, shaky breath that is thankfully free of liquid, but the air still burns as it goes down his raw throat. He collapses back onto his bed, cursing and rubbing his face. He must’ve been screaming or something like that in his sleep again.

Again. He’s had this nightmare for several months now. And it’s starting to drive him insane.

He’s startled when his phone rings, splitting the silence with its shrill tone. He kicks at the sweat-soaked sheets that are tangled and twisted around his naked legs, gives up when he only manages to get them down to his ankles. He grabs his phone and presses it to his ear.

Though he knows what the phone call has to be about when he sees the caller ID, he still snaps. “What?!” Like the caller had woken him up from a deep sleep. As if that were possible for him these days.

“There’s been a breach at the Site.”

Noah sighs at the tone of the Director of Site Security’s voice. His nightmare is still haunting him when he asks, “It’s her, isn’t it?” with no preamble.

“I don’t know what manner of–”

His grip on the phone tightens as well as his free hand tightening in the sheets. “You wouldn’t be calling me at three in the morning if it wasn’t her,” he snaps. He then lets out the tension that has formed in the past minute. It comes out as a huff. “Me and the team will be there in fifteen.”

“Make it ten.” The line goes dead.

Time to go to work.

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[justwinginglife]

Number One

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Sixteen December 16th: Suguru Geto, Rank 10 Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen Event Masterlist

Lots of disclaimers for this fic: Number one, there is suggestive content but nothing in depth. Number two- I have never read the manga, I forgot Yuta Okkotsu existed, and there are a lot of plot holes but it's fine because that leads me to number three- this is pretty much an alternate universe because I am delusional and refuse to acknowledge that anything bad happened in JJK. So. This is Geto if he was older but like actually happy. Also I did rush this and it is cheesy, partly because I'm a romantic and partly because I wrote this at 1am on a work night.

“Gojo Satoru? Never heard of you.”

Gojo blinked. And then his jaw hit the ground. “HUHHHHHHHH????????”

You looked over at Geto. “He always like this?”

Geto cracked a smile as the two of you watched Gojo spiral. 

What-do-you-mean-you’ve-never-heard-of-me-of-course-you’ve-heard-of-me-you-have-to-have-heard-of-me-I-mean-you’re-a-sorcerer-and-I’m-the-number-one-sorcerer-the-strongest-sorcerer-alive-there’s-no-way-you-haven’t-heard-of-me-no-way-in-hell.

“Yeah, more or less. I’m Geto, by the way. Suguru Geto.”

I-mean-I-guess-if-you’ve-lived-under-a-rock-your-entire-life-but-even-the-rocks-would-know-my-name-so-who-in-the-hell-are-you-to-not-know-who-I-am-I’m-Gojo-Satoru-everyone-knows-who-Gojo-Satoru-is-so-you-must-be-mistaken-this-is-just-one-big-silly-mistake-just-one-big-joke-haha-very-funny-I’m-laughing-so-hard-now-just-admit-that-you-really-know-who-I-am-already. 

“I know who you are, Geto.”

Seriously-you-know-who-Geto-is-but-not-me-who-do-you-think-you-are-I-don’t-like-this-prank-anymore-this-is-just-getting-ridiculous-how-do-you-know-Geto-but-you-don’t-know-me-how-is-this-even-possible??

When the duo had first arrived, you’d just been sitting at the bar counter, swirling the drink in your hand, minding your own business. You had tried to ignore the overpowering aura that had suddenly surged through the doors, but with power so impressive that you could sense the very air in the room parting to make way for them, you knew it could only be Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru that had walked through those doors. You’d never officially met them, but you’d heard of them (who hadn’t?), and you’d even seen them in action a couple times. It was nearly impossible to forget people with such intense presences. 

If you’d had the energy, maybe you would’ve greeted them, exchanged war stories, bought them a drink or two. But you’d come to the bar for a reason- you’d had a long day. That reason alone kept you in your seat. And maybe it was for that reason that when you’d overheard Gojo betting Geto that he could get your number in a matter of seconds if he just dropped his own name, you pretended not to know who he was. 

But Geto, he was a completely different story. 

“I see, well I’m honored that you know who I am. As an apology for my friend here, why don’t you let me buy you a drink?” Geto offered. 

Gojo clapped a hand down firmly on Geto’s shoulder. “Now wait just a minute, she’s having drinks with me.”

“I’m sorry, I only have drinks with people I know.”

Gojo stumbled back, offended by your words. 

Right as he was about to sputter out more complaints, Geto wrapped an arm around his shoulder, attempting to steer him away. “Come on, you already gave it your best shot. Let’s leave the poor girl alone.”

They found another corner of the bar to disappear to and that was that. You went back to your drink and laughed to yourself as you replayed the encounter in your mind. Certainly wasn’t how you’d expected to meet the first and second strongest sorcerers in the entire Jujutsu world. But you were sure you’d never meet again. Gojo appeared to be in so much shock that you’d done actual psychological damage to him and you were sure his ego would never let him speak to you again. It was, however, unfortunate that you might’ve ruined your chances with Geto forever by offending his best friend. 

The first time you saw Geto, your heart stopped. 

You’d been called on site to support him with a case when you were both much younger- looking back, you shouldn’t have been called at all. He had flown by on a dragon spirit, with his dark mane fluttering in the wind, like he’d come straight out of your dreams, and you suddenly found it impossible to tear your eyes away. Even as he completely brutalized his enemy you kept your gaze fixed on him. It was clear that you had no reason to be there, that he wouldn’t need you, but god, what a thought it was- to be needed by him. If the ideal man existed, it’d be Suguru Geto. 

He was strong, but not arrogant. He was smart, but not stuck up. He was funny without meaning to be and kind without having to try. And he was extremely gorgeous. 

So you downed your drink, lamenting the fact that you’d just blown it with the man of your dreams, when the bartender approached you with another drink. 

“I didn’t order this.” 

The bartender tilted his head towards the back, corner booth. “He did. Left you a note too.”

You raised an eyebrow curiously as you accepted the drink. Then, after taking a sip or two, not wanting to appear eager, you finally peeked at the note that accompanied it. 

Please accept my apologies for Gojo’s behavior. I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of asking the bartender what your favorite drink was. 

You couldn’t help but smile. Of course, he was just being polite but his gentlemanly conduct only reinforced the idea you had of him in your head and your heart was in dangerous territory now. 

You raised a hand to call the bartender back over. Penning back your reply, you sent him to Geto with a drink of your own.

Thank you for the kind gesture, it was much appreciated. If there’s anything else you’d like to know about me, I’d be more than happy to tell you myself. 

You watched from across the bar as Geto’s eyes widened in surprise when he received your drink and note. His eyes darted up to meet yours. You gave him a little wave. He shook his head, chuckling, before turning to scribble something on a napkin and whispering to the bartender. Then he lifted his drink to you and downed it. 

You’d almost been too busy grinning and cheersing him back to notice that the bartender was now sliding you another drink with another note attached. Almost. But this time, you wasted no time in glancing down at the note. 

Now, how’s a guy supposed to apologize if you gift me something in return? 

Laughing, you readied your reply. You sent it back with another drink. 

If it makes you feel better, you can pretend the drinks were unrelated. 

This time, you received an appetizer with your note, rather than a drink.

That wasn’t the gift I was referring to. I think I’ll take you up on that offer to tell me more about yourself. Wouldn’t want you to get too drunk before I can get to know you though. 

Before you could write back your response, he slid into the seat beside you.

“Leaving Gojo to fend for himself?” You teased.

“Ahh, he’ll be fine. Our friends have joined him.” He gestured to the now-overflowing booth full of people packing in beside Gojo.

“I see- so really, you’re just here to escape the crowds.”

He pointed to the paper in your fingers. “Didn’t you read my note? I’m here for you.”

You laughed, taking another sip of your drink before responding, “What a line. You really know how to make a girl feel special, Geto.”

He grinned. “Well, you are special. After all, not many girls can keep their cool in front of Gojo Satoru, let alone lie to him about not knowing him with a straight face.”

Oh, he was GOOD. It was kind of turning you on. Your eyes gleamed wildly as you responded, “And how did you know I was lying?”

“Same way I know you hold the number three spot- when you’re in the top, you get to know who your competitors are. There’s no way you knew who I was but didn’t know who Gojo was.”

You sat back in your seat, amused. “Interesting idea, I’ll give you that. But your theory has a hole in it- I’m not special grade, so I’m not even in the rankings. And besides, almost no one knows the real identity of number three.”

He raised a brow at you before leaning in closer to murmur, “And here I thought you said you were willing to tell me anything about yourself, number three.”

The edge of your lip twitched. Your eyes darkened as they met his unrelenting gaze. 

For a moment, everything fell silent. There was no blaring bar music, no crowd of people bustling about, no glasses clinking, no drinks being shaken or stirred, just you and Geto, locked in each other’s eyes. 

Then you smirked. “I did say that, didn’t I? But I don’t like labels. For example- you call me number three now, but if you’re not careful, it’ll be number two before you know it.”

He threw his head back to laugh. “I knew I liked you. Number two, huh? Funny. I hope you know, I won’t make it easy for you.”

“Wouldn’t be any fun if you did.”

“I have a feeling we’ll have nothing but fun.”

And he was right.

If Gojo had been shocked you’d pretended not to know his name, he was even more shocked when you suddenly started hanging around the two of them more and more. You were with them so often, it was like you’d always been there. And you always had the time of your life. 

Geto would spar with you until you were both eroding the ground away with your heaving, aching bodies, and you’d lay there teasing each other until your organs felt like they might collapse from the sheer effort of laughing. Sometimes, Gojo would stay behind to watch. He’d stand on the sidelines and shout things like, “Suguru! Are you really sure you’re number two? That punch looked more like number three!” or “Y/N! The bar’s always hiring if you can’t cut it as a sorcerer!” and then you and Geto would look at each other and make a silent pact to cease your fighting and jump him instead (of course, Gojo would remind you just how well infinity worked, to which you’d both grumble that it was nothing but a cheat and he was nothing without it). 

One night, you went back to the same bar, hand in hand with Geto, and the bartender sighed when he saw you both, relieved that you’d come together and he wouldn’t have to dart back and forth again as a messenger for your flirting. Then, you started to frequent the bar more often, just to hang out, just to remind each other where you’d first met. And when you’d both finished trying to drink each other under the table, you’d sloppily make out in the cab ride back home. 

Sometimes, Gojo would feel left out so he’d flirt with Geto in front of you, trying to rile you up. You’d only snort and tell him to get a room or tell him to use protection. Geto always laughed. Sometimes, he’d wrap his arms around you tightly and sear his kisses into your neck, telling you that it would only ever be you. Sometimes, he’d grin and throw his arm around Gojo’s shoulder, saying “You heard the lady,” and they’d saunter off together, bellowing with laughter.

But each time you stole Geto’s t-shirt, prancing around the house in nothing but the shirt until he caught up to you and pressed you up against a wall or a couch or a bed, and each time you tied his hair up only for him to turn you around and insist he tie yours too, and each time he woke you up with breakfast or took you out to lunch or welcomed you home with dinner, you knew there would never be anyone for you but him.

And each time you massaged his shoulders or his back or his neck after a particularly grueling mission, stopping only to poke his sides to get a reaction out of him, and each time you brought home earrings you’d bought for him, saying this one or that one brought out his eyes, and each time you knew the second he was feeling even the least bit poorly and didn’t rest until he was at least able to smile, he knew there would never be anyone for him but you. 

He was number two, and you were number three, but to each other, you were number one and that was all that mattered.

Taglist: @pixelcafe-network @minasfwoopyponytail @ouiouimochi @inkytypewriter

[pristine-rose]

Lone salvation

⊹ characters : ei, tartaglia (separate)

⊹ synopsis : those who are not tainted should be idolized (or, in which you have the simple life they wanted to live)

⊹ warnings : NSFW, themes of devotion, asphyxiation, choking, body worship, slight hero complex & manipulation

⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), no y/n usage, not beta read

guess who’s back :] this is for @eicrisis lie my love <3

⊹ RAIDEN EI

“Wait, don’t go…”

Her shoulders visibly tense when she feels your grip on her bare arm. You’re out of breath below her, chest heaving up and down in such a sinfully beautiful way that if she knows if she slips for just a second, she’ll fall forever.

“Please?”

Too see you whimper so desperately below her is so pure, almost so innocent compared to her own tainted self that it makes her want to choke those pleading eyes off of you. But she hesitates. You’re not those words; not pure, not innocent. But surely, your simple human life makes you better than she will ever be in this world.

The way you begged her to stay with just your eyes alone — she fears you’re too in love with a woman who is a murderer.

“I have work to do,” she simply tells you, eyes cold in contrast to the lovesick hues of purple she emitted just moments ago. Putting up with this routine was the only way to leave you in the dirt with no attachment to her.

But your hand remains; its grip gets tighter, even. Tighter until she’s pulled down by your force until her own back hits the bedsheets. Fuck. She holds back a whine when she feels your core hit her thigh. You’re still so wet from her fingers — Ei doesn’t even realize she’s leaning up just to catch sight of your strings of cum dripping down her thigh. The feeling of your private lips beginning to rock against her skin only left more and more shining spots on her leg.

“You never stay with me for more,” you quietly whined. Your hips trembled from the friction, like it was too much to keep going before you could even climax again. “I just want to please you, too.”

She sat up immediately, her chest meeting your own and her hand securing itself right under your chin. It held your face up; you had to case your gaze down just to meet her piercing stare. “What was that?”

“I want…” you muttered, her hand lowering to tighten on your throat, “to help you.” She scoffed at the plea — almost as if blasphemy. Who was the God, and who was the human? Who was the human to try and please the soul of a God who abandoned her people for centuries? Who was the God so lustful to lose control herself from this mere woman?

It took her a moment to notice your fingers tracing at the top of her thighs, yet her body trembled when she did. Even with her hand omg your throat, your pretty face still wanted more with her. “Please let me,” you whispered through shallow breaths, the pad of your thumb pressing once onto her clit.

She’s be lying if she said that didn’t send a jolt up her body — but when has she ever told you the truth?

Stupid. You were still so weak from your previous orgasm that she threw you down in no time. With your body back on the bed, her hungry lips were on your clit in seconds, abusing the bud like a starving animal. You immediately cried out from the sensitivity, your thighs thrashing in pleasure yet disapproval of her not letting you get your way. You wanted to be the one to pleasure her, and yet here she was, pumping her tongue into your soaking cunt just to taste more and more of you.

Your taste was so sweet; your attitude even sweeter. When she held down your thighs, the taste alone makes her wonder what it would’ve been like if you met her before everything happened. If she hadn’t gone driven through grief and insanity, then maybe now, she wouldn’t be between your legs. Maybe you wouldn’t have to beg her to stay.

Maybe this feeling now — this feeling as she sat up and scissored you roughly, this feeling as she finally felt pleasure against you — would give her a sense of emotion. But the way you absolutely tremble in shatters beneath her is a sight to drink in; and heavens, the feel of your slick against her own was addicting. Just seeing your lower regions get wetter and wetter the more she rutted was like a painting. The way you grip tightly on those sheets like you’re in love with her, like just being with her is not going to fuck up your entire life as a simple human. She feels like the shittiest person for being the one you choose.

It’s the first time she came; for you, maybe your fourth. But when you fall fast asleep after she’s done with you, only then, when she’s cleaning, does she feel guilt.

⊹ TARTAGLIA

“Please, it’s done” — muttered pleads spilled from your lips.

Those lips which he bit and bruised so haphazardly, those in which he silenced for the sake of hushing kisses piling more and more. “It was what I wanted, Ajax.”

“What you wanted?” he breaths through gritted teeth by your ear. His grip tightens at that — the roughest of fingers pressing right atop the bare flesh of your hips. They’re so calloused; so worn that you can practically feel each scratch of his battle-sworn skin against your body. “So what you wanted was a life like mine? Sworn to the fatui? Sworn to death?”

He pulls you right against his body with a mere flick of his wrist, and it’s almost like a reminder of how much strength he holds under the charismatic charm of a so-simple “Ajax.” He is anything, but that word, simple — he is not simple even in the way his scarred hands began to grope your hips and your thighs and everywhere he could. Even in this snowy Snezhnaya night, you could see the blatant contrast of your simple skin compared to his bruised and scarred canvas.

“You live this diamond life of peace and simplicity.” The wall is cold against your back, but it doesn’t make you shiver quite like the chill of his anger-laced words trailing down your chest so breathlessly. He’s so, so mad; yet so desperately in love when he drops to plant a kiss on the side of your breast, wasting no time to honor your body with needy sucks and bites on your nipples. “Your chest has never met the slash of a sword,” he speaks through narrowed teeth as they bite at the perk, “or the arrow of a bow. So why.”

A breath out for a simple answer. “For you.”

“I never asked you to join the fatui—”

“You’re so lonely…”

He only worships your body more at the sound of your reasoning — exasperated sighs of pleasure seep in as his hunger grows deeper, and his kisses stronger after he leaves a bruise on the underside of your breast. “It’s must be so lonely…” you continued, a whine escaping your throat he finally lowers to his knees and his lips make their way down, “to have no friends or family with you…” A kiss on your thigh, and you know you’ll be all his in a second. “I joined to carry your burden.”

His body shot back up like a spring, right hand racing to your throat.

“Have you even heard of the abyss?” he scoffed at you, cold eyes glaring down onto your mess of hair as if you were stupid and innocent. “Have you ever seen the fallen bodies of humans before? Have you ever been choked to near death by an abyss lector before?” With that, you felt the roughness of his hand suddenly press against your throat, his fingers squeezing upwards as you coughed out the air from your lungs. His eyes were trained on the skin of your neck, tracing the way it moved with his own hand.

“You’re going to throw you’re whole life away just to ‘help me’?” His other hand pulled up at your thigh, tears near forming at his roughness when you find your lungs barely with enough air and your leg now wrapped around his waist. You’re so easy access to him — he wastes no time in sliding his throbbing cock right against your soaking cunt. He slides so easily rubbing up and down your lips, then right up to hit your stomach with the length of him. He grimaces through his teeth when you writhe from the simple stimulation, seeming to almost twitch harder just at the sight of you.

“You have the life everyone in the damned fatui can only dream of,” he mumbles, but you can barely even hear him now when his tip finally pokes at the ring of your entrance. Desperate breathes — he almost reminds you of how dangerous the fatui really is. “But I was trying to protect you from that.” Right, because you’re the light in the hellhole of his life.

“And what do you do?” he says, hand finally reliving pressure from your throat. You gasped for air immediately, but crying out when your slumping body moved down to squirm at only half of his length inside you. “You go and waste your pretty face on the scum of the earth.”

He pulled your hips off the wall and towards his own, his dick sliding all into you so suddenly that you gasped. Archons, he was throbbing so much. It was pulsing in a way you hadn’t felt before; and with the way he himself was breathing so heavily, it was obvious that he, too, could feel it.

He cursed under his breath.

Gripping at your hips again, he lifted you back up and down on his cock again, moving his own body to match. He rocked into you with such anger in his eyes and groans — but you saw it, the way his legs trembled in what seemed like unbearable desperation. His member was so big, so much; he was so hard that it almost hurt to fuck you so rough. With your walls gripping against him, it was near torture to himself.

But by Gods, he swore — he swore he loves you so much. Being able to take pleasure from you like this was akin to a monster itself getting salvation from an innocent person. He’s never rammed into you this hard — even as your body began to collapse from how fast he was moving, even as he lifted your whole body up to pin and fuck you against the wall, he buried his face in your neck for some sort of comfort.

He’d best take advantage of it now, for the fatui will be relentless even more than when he is tearing inside of you.

[brnesblogposts]

love lost.

pairing: loki x gn reader

warnings: angst

(repost from my old blog because i’m moving to this account !!)

reposts appreciated :)

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Loki watched as his friends turned into nothing before his eyes, the fear behind theirs would stay with him forever. Mobius, OB, B-15, Sylvie, Casey.. all turned into what can only be described as spaghetti. Then just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse. You. He turned around to see you were still standing there, eyes wide with fear at what you’d just witnessed, Loki rushed to your side tears in his eyes and hands cupping your face as if to check you were really still with them.

“Loki..” the words got stuck in your throat as shock overtook your body and Loki pulled you into a hug, rocking you back and forth in a soothing manner.

“How are you still here?” Loki was confused as she had just seen all of her friends vanish but you remained. The last two people in the universe it would seem. “I’m so glad you’re still here” Loki shakily said while kissing the top of your head.

“What do we do??” You were panicked “Are you gonna leave me too? I don’t wanna be alone Loki” crying again you clutched onto him as if that would stop him from disappearing. Losing Loki would be like your heart stopping, there is nothing worse you could think of than losing him.

“I’ll never leave you, my darling. As long as you don’t leave me either” He’s stroking the back of your head now “We will figure this out, together.” Loki stands back and puts his hands on your shoulders to look at your face as if he wanted to remember every last detail, just in case.

You did the same, neither of you looking away from each other for a few minutes.

You felt funny all of a sudden.

“Darling?” Loki’s voice was distant yet you could see him right in front of you.

You felt your body disappearing from beneath you, looking down your legs were the spaghetti you had just seen your friends turn into, oh no. Your eyes looked back up right into Loki’s he was still clutching your shoulders as if doing so would keep you with him, as if him not letting go would keep you from being taken from him.

“No, no.” He whispered under their breath as you started to disappear. They didn’t want to be alone again, they didn’t know how to live without you. You were Loki’s lifeline you were their heart and soul and the core of their very being.

“Loki..” Your soul staring into the gods eyes until you were no more, Loki’s hands simply clutching the air where your shoulders had been.

She fell to her knees. Head down in defeat, sobs racking out of their body.

“No” He cried.

He looked around him, nothing, nobody. He was the only one who remained and he didn’t know how to live or breathe without you.

— time skip—

Loki would spend years and years trying to find a way to get them all back, to get you back. He would eventually drive himself to insanity and hallucinate your presence often finding himself talking to you only to realise you weren’t there, nobody was. He was all alone in the universe as if he was being punished for all that he did when he was on Earth and Asgard, for the tormenting of his brother, the death of his mother, the battle of 2012 and everything else. Maybe he deserved to be alone, maybe the universe was punishing him indefinitely.

Loki hadn’t moved, hadn’t been taken anywhere. He remained where he’d last seen his friends, some part of him hoping they’d come back, that some day he’d wake up and find you next to him. They talk about hell being a firey place if torture but Loki was in hell already, hell was life without you, hell was knowing there was probably something he could do to get his family back but not having the ability to, without OB’s brains and everyone else’s assets.

Destined to a life of loneliness. The only company being a small photo of you that had faded over the millennia, your smile barely visible but Loki found himself looking at it constantly and smiling and crying, begging whatever did this to him that he was sorry and that he just wanted you back.

He’d lost everything when he lost you.

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[astrology-by-sita]

💐SHORT POETRY FOR EVERY VENUS SIGN💐

♈️ARIES VENUS

Scary is passion, intimidating is passion

Love is a dagger cutting right through lies

I'm not your conquest nor your prize

I'm the blazing fire, from ashes I rise

My burning desire possesses no disguise

I'm a flying spark, an ancient warrior

With a tender heart of gold

♉️TAURUS VENUS

Let me devour sweetness with relish

That dripping fruit I shall savor

Let me cherish every flavor

As a bard plays his harp, sip the red wine

Let me enjoy a company so fine

As the Moon and stars above us shine

Hark, the tunes of the Goddess within

♊️GEMINI VENUS

Hold my hand, every test we'll withstand

As we traverse the garden of Eden

Lift me up towards our heaven

Let's sing our hearts out

For our freedom we'll forever dance

Let your words whisper my heart to beat

As lush grass caresses our bare feet

♋️CANCER VENUS

Under the brightest moon we sing

Our hands adorned with pearls

We stroke white sand beneath the waves

Spume chants the tune of the staves

As it caresses the rocks in ebb and flow

My eyes reflect that snowy moonglow

In ecstacy, for I have found my home

♌️LEO VENUS

Long may we reign with all our glory

Adorn my heart with a crown of gold

Our regal beauty, behold

Weave my golden dress with sun rays

Let's set our hearts ablaze

On a bed of silk glowing as glaze

Like a sunflower let me dazzle and daze

♍️VIRGO VENUS

For perfection the soul hopes

For completion the mind gropes

But the heart secretly elopes

With an imperfection

For love is perfect but the lover is not

For damp soil under my bare feet I long

The healing tune will cure my lovesong

♎️LIBRA VENUS

Inebriated by the smell of dewey flowers

We tread by sunset on that lonely road

Besotted, your hand I shall forever hold

Amidst the world around, chaos and fights

They mean naught, when a heart unites

In this haven, our harmony means love

Betwixt the rubble, soars a white dove

♏️SCORPIO VENUS

Beauty is death, love is death

Bur once in passion we embrace

All my demons I shall face

Forbidden fruits are here for you to taste

For that fruit, Lilith desires

And in passion the snake devours

Our love, a secret, it's only ours

♐️SAGITTARIUS VENUS

Teach me how to live in tune

With the gentle summer breeze

With golden sunsets and wide blue seas

I'll set my soul free and break the chain

So that we'll dance forever in the rain

Our love is a prayer so divine

For the whole world is now our shrine

♑️CAPRICORN VENUS

Pan ardently plays his flute

For the nymphs in an endless pursuit

For love is a green fruit

Waiting to turn mellow and ripe

The harvest, my tears it shall wipe

That tender heart is covered by thorns

But its affection is never forlorn

♒️AQUARIUS VENUS

Let's be together, yet still alone

They do not have to understand us

As long as our love is true

As long as the vision we pursue

Shall reconcile the old and the new

Love is just a thought, they say

Thoughts change the world, it's the way

♓️PISCES VENUS

Let me lose myself in you

For in the endless ocean of love

Each sparkly wave embodies a dream

The mermaid chants her sacred tune

The sailors dance under the full moon

In your melodies I shall drown

Bedeck me with the seaweed gown

If you liked these you can buy my English language poetry book here

OR you can read some poems here for free - they are not in that book

[physalian]

List of “I need to calm the fuck down” music

(please reblog your own)

Most Trance Music if this list is intimidating- Usually not something you dance to, doesn’t have a lot of percussion and erratic noise. It’s supposed to entrance you.

This list spans the following genres: Pop, folk, grunge, cinematic, and rock.

Maybe I’ll make a Spotify playlist or something with all of them, idk. These are not in alphabetical order but I tried to keep multiple artist entries grouped.

I had the whole thing color-coded but Tumblr didn't like that so here's it in boring text (I still have the colored one if anyone wants it)

WITH LYRICS

Good for Me - Above & Beyond

On a Good Day - Above & Beyond

Blue Sky Action - Above & Beyond

The Hollywood Bowl Show - Above & Beyond

I Love You Always Forever - Donna Lewis

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Through the Eyes of a Child - AURORA

Retrograde - Pearl Jam

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Would That I - Hozier

After All These Years- Journey

Let it All Go - Birdy

Holocene - Bon Iver

Home I/II - Dotan

Outro - M83

Flares - The Script

O - Coldplay

Fly On - Coldplay

Strawberry Swing - Coldplay

Midnight - Coldplay

Lovers in Japan (Acoustic) - Coldplay

Clocks - Coldplay

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall - Coldplay

Up & Up - Coldplay

Fix You - Coldplay

Oceans - Seafret

Dice - Finley Quaye

Medicine - Daughter

Wash Away - Joe Purdy

Upside Down - Jack Johnson

Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales

Teardrop - Massive Attack

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For - U2

Where the Streets Have No Name - U2

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin

Life is a Highway - Rascal Flatts

Something I Need - OneRepublic

Dead in the Water - Ellie Goulding

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Morning Elvis - Florence + The Machine

End of Love - Florence + The Machine

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine

Sky Full of Song - Florence + The Machine

Free - Florence + The Machine

Choreomania - Florence + The Machine

Walls - Kings of Leon

While My Guitar Gently Weeps - Tom Petty/Prince

Silver Spring - Fleetwood Mac

Big Love - Fleetwood Mac

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

Don’t Look Back in Anger - Oasis

The Albatross - Taylor Swift

The Archer - Taylor Swift

You’re On Your Own Kid - Taylor Swift

Clean - Taylor Swift

On My Way - Phil Collins

Hoppipolla - Sigur Ros

I Shall Not Walk Alone - The Blind Boys of Alabama

Send Me On My Way - Rusted Root

Manic - Cloves

Dorian - Agnes Obel

Down to Earth - Peter Gabriel

Shine On You Crazy Diamond I-IV - Pink Floyd

On the Turning Away - Pink Floyd

High Hopes - Pink Floyd

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Take it Back - Pink Floyd

November Rain - Guns n’ Roses

Breathe Me - Sia

They’ll Soon Discover - The Shins

Just a Kid - Wilco

Evenstar - Howard Shore

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Angela - The Lumineers

Scotland - The Lumineers

Nobody Knows - The Lumineers

Sleep on the Floor - The Lumineers

The Ink from Books - Sleeping at Last

Lightning Crashes - Live

Disarm - The Smashing Pumpkins

Glitter in the Air - P!nk

Silhouette - Aquilo

Water Under the Bridge - Adele

Golden Hour Album - Kygo

Stole the Show - Kygo

Wake Me Up - Avicii

Heaven - Avicii

Hope There’s Someone - Avicii

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

WITHOUT LYRICS

Flow State (Continuous Mix) - Above & Beyond

Memory Gospel - Moby

Immanuel - Tony Anderson

Define Dancing - Thomas Newman

Haiku/Nemo Egg - Thomas Newman

American Beauty - Thomas Newman

Chasing Ice - J. Ralph

One Day - Hans Zimmer

Thunderbird/The Decision - Hans Zimmer

1917 - Thomas Newman

The Mighty Rio Grande - This Will Destroy You

The Minecraft OST - C418

The World of Goo OST - Kyle Gabler

Tessa - Imagine Dragons

Forbidden Friendship - John Powell

Experience - Ludovico Einaudi

The Aviators - Helen Jane Long

Once There Was A Hush Puppy - Benh Zeitlin

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

The Beginning - Factor 8

End of An Era - Zach Hemsey

I Walk With Ghosts - Scott Buckley

The Chasing Coral OST - Dan Romer

The Luca OST - Dan Romer

Arrival to Earth - Steve Jablonsky

Tower of Joy - Ramin Djawadi

Light of the Seven - Ramin Djawadi

Into a Nighttime Sky - Jeremy Zuckerman

Greatest Change - Jeremy Zuckerman

Your Hand in Mine/Home - Explosions in the Sky

Ori, Lost in the Storm - Gareth Coker

Arrival of the Birds - Cinematic Orchestra

Fireflies - Mychael & Jeff Danna

Across the Stars - John Williams

The Soul OST - Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

The Queen’s Gambit OST - Carlos Rafael Rivera

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 28

You get ready to leave the QZ - probably forever. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-27 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4K

A/N: If you're seeing this and feeling behind, it's probably because I put up two chapters in a day! Go back for chapter 27 first :)

You kept Ellie close, flanked by Joel and Tess as you made your way back across the QZ. They slowed down a bit once there was some distance between you and the Firefly hideout, reassured that FEDRA wouldn’t be showing up at any second to start arresting people. 

You weren’t sure there was a safe way out of this situation. Not that you actually thought Joel would kill a child - you doubted Tess would but didn’t know her well enough to know for sure - but if you managed to slip away, the Fireflies would be after you immediately. 

In a time where you could freely move between cities, you might have taken Ellie to a bus stop or train station and gotten the hell out of there. But the QZ was an immensely finite space. There weren’t many rocks under which to hide. 

“OK,” Tess said, looking between you, Joel and Ellie. “I’m going to check on our path out. Doc, you go do whatever you need to do, be back here in three hours. The kid stays with Joel.” 

“No,” you shook your head. “Ellie stays with me.” 

“Then you stay here,” Tess shrugged. “We’re not about to let our key to a way across country out of our sight.” 

You sighed and turned to Ellie, a hard look on her face, and tugged her into the kitchen. 

“You’re not seriously considering leaving me with these psychos?” She asked, voice low. 

“They’re not bad,” you said. “Joel… he’s a good person, he’s not going to do anything to hurt you. He just might be an asshole.” 

“How much of an asshole,” she narrowed her eyes at you. 

“Enough to be annoying about it, not enough to do any damage,” you smiled. “Promise. But I have to go shower and change and grab some things, if I try to cross the country smelling like this they’re going to throw me out of the car before we even make it to Pennsylvania.” 

“Fine,” she muttered. 

“Try not to poke the bear though,” you said, looking back toward Joel and Tess talking quietly in the living room. “Not worth the hassle.” 

She sighed dramatically in the way that only teenaged girls seemed to be able to do and stomped back to the living room. 

“Back in three hours,” you said. 

“Should probably tell Andrew you’re leaving this time,” Joel muttered, flopping on the couch. 

“Yes, the next time the Fireflies grab me off the street and hold me captive for two weeks, I’ll try to leave a note first,” you snapped. He sat up a bit, looking at you, frowning. “What, did you think I was there on purpose?” 

He settled back into the couch. 

“Figured you and Tommy’d decided to do something stupid,” he replied, looking you up and down. “You OK?” 

You were taken aback by the question. 

“Fine,” you replied. “Just really need a shower. Back soon.” 

The shower might have been cold but it might have been the best one you’d ever had. You took your time, scrubbing every inch of yourself, washing your hair twice. You were shivering when you were done but you knew it was probably the last time you’d be clean for a while, you wanted to take advantage of it. 

You tried to pack as quickly as you could but you took a few minutes to make your bed and clean the glass that Ellie had used two weeks earlier, putting it away. You knew you’d likely never see Boston again, let alone this apartment so you wanted to leave it in a good way. You’d lived here for nearly half your life. It was small, parts were worn, but it had been yours. It was hard to reckon with leaving everything behind. 

You packed some clothes, trauma gear, all the research notes you had about the effective treatment you’d found, water bottles, the book of poetry Beth left you. For the second time in your life, you took the picture of you, Joel and Sarah out of its frame and tucked it into your bag, knowing you likely would never return. You did the same with the pictures of your grandmother and Becca. You got the photo of Joel and Tess out of the notebook in the drawer and tucked it away, too. You grabbed a handful of ribbons that you’d collected through the years, like bringing them meant you weren’t leaving part of yourself behind. You took all the food you could from your kitchen - jerky, dried fruit. Every birth control pill pack and broad spectrum antibiotic you had. Finally, you put the old sweatshirt you’d worn during the outbreak in your bag. You still wore it when you felt lonely, put it on and remembered how you’d felt when Joel had given it to you the day you graduated. You’d been tipsy on champagne and he looked so goddamn proud it made your heart ache. 

You sat at your kitchen table and wrote a short note, the only one you felt you needed to write. “Derek,” you wrote. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. Know that I loved you the best I could and know that you deserve more than that. Thank you for everything.” You put it with the framed photo you had taken of him reading in your apartment. 

Before you took a last look around, you went into the stash below the floorboard and brought up all your extra ration cards and ammunition. Not that you had your gun any more thanks to Marlene but hopefully Joel or Tess could use it. You pocketed some ration cards and put the rest in the bag you usually brought to school, along with the photo, the note and as much of your other research as it could hold before setting off to Andrew’s. 

Elizabeth was shrieking with laughter when you got to their door. You waited a second before knocking, savoring the sound while you could. The thought of never hearing it again put a knot in your throat. You took a deep breath before you knocked. 

There was some chaos on the other side of the door, you could hear Andrew trying to herd his children out of the way, followed by the frantic turning of the deadbolt and him ripping the door open, the knob slamming into the wall as he all but jumped into the hall to hug you. 

“Holy shit I thought you were dead,” he held you tight, backpack and all, crushing you to his chest. You hugged him back, trying to remember what it was like the first time you’d held him. You’d both been so different then - he’d just been a teenager, he’d gotten slightly taller since then. It was hard to think of leaving him behind. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice thick. “I’m really sorry…” 

He stepped back, pulling you inside, looking you up and down. 

“Are you coming back or are you leaving?” He asked. 

“Leaving,” you said quietly. 

“Auntie Doc!” Elizabeth ran over to you, her little bare feet slapping against the linoleum floor. “Did you know that giraffes’ tongues can be 20 inches long? That’s almost two feet!” 

“No way, really?” You smiled, trying not to cry. “That’s so long! What do they do with it all?” 

Jess ran out from the bedroom and hurled herself at you, her red hair flying. You barely caught her. 

“Thank God!” She said tearfully. She clung to you for a second before falling back. “Where the hell were you? We’ve been worried sick!” 

“I know and I’m sorry,” you said. Elizabeth was looking up at the adults, confused. “Can we stash the kids for a minute? I need to talk to you guys.” 

Jess nodded before taking Elizabeth’s hand and scooping up Jonah, setting them up in their room with some toys before closing the door. 

“We’ve got about five minutes before one of them winds up dead,” She said. 

“I’ll try to be quick,” you said, handing the canvas bag to Andrew who took it with a frown. You slid your pack off your back and to the floor before sitting on the couch. He sat beside you.“That’s for you. My apartment keys are in there, too. When you can or want, go take whatever you might like.” 

Andrew looked at you and frowned. 

“You’re talking like you’re not coming back…” 

“I don’t think I am,” you said quietly. 

“No,” he shook his head, looking away from you for a moment before turning back, tears in his eyes. “No, see, we don’t do this. You and me, together, that’s how we do this…” 

“It’s not going to happen this time,” you said. “I have a student, the one I’ve told you about… The Fireflies are taking her across country. Something happened with her and… They think she might be immune.” 

“Immune?” Jess frowned, sinking onto the couch beside her husband. “Like can’t turn?” 

You nodded. 

“That doesn’t make sense,” Andrew said. “That… we’d have seen that by now if it were possible.” 

“That’s where I’ve been the last two weeks,” you said. “She showed up at my house with a half healed bite, I was trying to take her to the clinic to see if I could get the cordyceps out and the Fireflies found us. They’ve been monitoring her for the last two weeks. She hasn’t changed, the cordyceps haven’t advanced. I never got a chance to remove them, they just… aren’t attacking her. They’re bringing her to their lab out west and I’m going with them.” 

“No,” Andrew said again. “Fuck the Fireflies, who the hell knows what they’ll do with anything they get from her…” 

“That’s why I have to go,” you said. “I have to make sure whatever they’re doing they’re doing it right. But more importantly, I have to protect that girl. No one is on her side, Andrew, no one. She has no one. She’s going to vanish and no one is going to notice, they’re all going to assume she fell through the cracks. Someone has to be on her side, she can’t go through it all alone.” 

You didn’t want to give them time to argue. 

“In the bag is all the research I didn’t want to try to haul in the backpack that I might want,” you said. “I’m hoping I’ll have access to a radio so if there’s something I desperately need, I’ll get word to you and you can relay it over. There’s more at my place but it’s even older. I’d appreciate if you could get it and hold onto it for me, though. 

“There’s also something in there for Derek, if you wouldn’t mind dropping it off. Doesn’t need to be soon, whenever you want but I’d appreciate if you waited until I’d been gone for a week or two first. I don’t want him thinking I took off because of him or something. I also put my stash of ration cards in there. I kept some to hopefully bribe someone with if I need to on the way out but the rest are yours.” 

“What am I supposed to do without you?” He asked. 

“I don’t know,” you sniffed, starting to cry. “Let me know if you figure it out because I’m going to be lost without you.” 

He pulled you into a tight hug and you pressed your face into his shoulder. 

“I owe you everything, you know,” you said, voice muffled by his shirt. 

“I wouldn’t be here without you,” he replied, holding you close for another moment before pulling back. “The end of the world fucking sucked but I’ve always felt like it at least got me my wife and my best friend out of the deal. And now you’re leaving.” 

“You’re my family,” you smiled tightly, putting a hand on his knee. “But you’ve got your own family now and you’re doing a hell of a job with them. Keep it up, OK?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. 

“Never thought I’d get another sister,” Jess sniffed. “But damn, I lucked out.” 

“I never had one to begin with,” you smiled at her. “But if I had, I think she’d have paled in comparison to you.” 

There was a clatter from the bedroom. Jess dried her eyes. 

“Let me get the kids before they hurt themselves,” she said. “You have to say goodbye to them, too…” 

It took everything you had to not cry as Elizabeth babbled to you about giraffes - the animal from today’s science book - and Jonah tugged at your shirt. You hugged them both tightly, told them how much you loved them, tried to cover the feeling of your heart cracking open with longing to hold them just a while longer. 

Andrew walked you to the door, his arm around your shoulders. 

“Even if we never had to save each other, I’d still be so glad we met,” he said. 

“Me too,” you smiled through the tears. 

“I’m just deciding this isn’t goodbye,” he said. “It’s see you later, OK? We’ll see you again. It’s you and me, that’s how we do this.” 

“Yeah, OK,” you laughed a little and he pressed his lips to your forehead. 

“Radio when you make it, OK?” He said. You nodded. “Love you.” 

“Love you, too.” 

The walk to Joel’s felt both too long and too short. You wanted to get your tears under control before you got there but walking through the QZ while crying was a little too vulnerable for your taste. There were still tears in your eyes when Joel opened the door. 

“You OK?” He frowned down at you as you stepped inside. 

You shrugged with a sniff.

“Said goodbye to Jess and Andrew and the kids,” you said softly. “I never thought I’d know when I wouldn’t see them again, you know? At least not for a few decades if we got that lucky.” 

You wiped your eyes on your sleeves. 

“You’re not coming back,” he said it more than asked it. 

“No,” you shook your head. “I don���t think I am.” 

“Doc!” Ellie came out from the bathroom, a proud grin on her face. “I figured out their smuggling code. 80s means trouble.” 

You glanced up at Joel. 

“Bill and Frank?” 

He added once. 

“Shit,” you muttered. 

Tess wasn’t too far behind you, letting herself in just as you’d managed to stop crying. 

“Let’s move.” 

*** 

This girl was going to drive Joel insane. 

She was nosey, a smart ass and too clever for her own good. And she damn well knew it, too. Which only made it worse. 

Thankfully, she seemed to have a modicum of respect for you and actually listened when you told her to be quiet and do whatever Joel and Tess told her to do. 

“They’re pros,” you’d told her as they got ready to leave the apartment. “You’ve got to trust them. Stick close, obey, you’ll be fine.” 

She’d sighed dramatically but seemed to listen, Joel in the lead, the girl behind him, you behind the girl and Tess bringing up the rear. 

He wasn’t huge on any part of this plan. You were a liability outside the QZ. He’d given you a gun and a knife so you weren’t totally unarmed but you were far from a great shot and he wasn’t sure you’d even be willing to shoot or stab anything but an infected. 

And then there was the kid. 

Joel hadn’t been around kids such since… Regardless, he didn’t remember them seeming quite so small or disturbingly fragile. It wasn’t that she was particularly delicate by any means, it seemed like she approached everything that crossed her path the way a freight train would: loudly and head on. It was more that she was inherently breakable, something that was in desperate need of protection. 

Protection that you’d, apparently, decided fell to you from the way you kept close to her. It set Joel’s teeth on edge. You might have been capable of protecting her in the QZ - you had connections, after all, and you could certainly patch her up when she got hurt. He was sure you’d have no problem shouting down some FEDRA asshole on the girl’s behalf. But raiders and infected? Those were another story. 

But he only had to get the two of you across Boston. Then he’d have a car and could go find Tommy. And leave you to the Fireflies. 

He ground his teeth. 

He’d cross that bridge when he came to it. 

He made it to the fence line, ducking under first while Tess held it up for you and the girl to scramble through before following behind. 

“Holy shit,” the kid breathed, looking up as though the sky should be fucking different a few feet outside the wall. 

“Ellie!” You hissed, grabbing her and tugging her down beside you. 

“Sorry,” she winced. “I’ve just never been outside!” 

Joel watched the searchlight and you tugged the girl lower against you as it passed overhead. 

“Go,” Tess ordered once it had cleared. 

He led you along the wall, staying pressed close against it, until they were close to the next gap… and ran almost head first into a guard. 

“Hey!” He yelled, raising his gun. 

“Fuck,” Joel muttered, putting his hands up, trying to maneuver himself in front of you. You grabbed the girl and tucked her behind your body before raising your hands, too. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The guard snapped. Joel tried to not groan. 

“Look,” he began but he cut him off. 

“Thought I warned you that we were cracking down and now you’re just, what, leading a fuckin’ field trip?” He demanded. 

“This is all just a big misunderstanding,” you smiled a little. “I’m sure we can work it out…” 

“Did I tell you that you could fuckin’ talk?” The man pointed his gun at you. Joel’s jaw twitched. 

“If you just want to give me a second,” your voice was calm. “There are some cards in my back pocket. I’m going to get them out, you can have them, they’re yours, OK?” 

The man paused, gun still pointed at you. 

“Let’s seem ‘em,” he said. 

Joel glanced back at you as you moved slowly, just one hand, and pulled out a wad of cards, approaching the guard slowly and handing them over. You stepped back, glancing behind you as you did, lining yourself up with the girl, staying in front of her. 

“Thanks,” he pocketed them. “For that, I won’t kill you.” 

“What more do you fuckin’ want man?” Tess asked. “Let us do this run and we’ll give you half.” 

“Need a lot more than fuckin’ half if you want me risking my neck for you assholes,” he snapped. “Turn around, down on your knees, hands on your head, let’s go.” 

You looked at Joel, your eyes wide. Your head moved, ever so slightly, once. A shake. For some reason, this was a bridge too far.

“You can have it all,” he said quickly. “All the cards from this run, they’re yours.” 

“I said down on your fuckin’ knees!” The gun was up. 

“Alright, Jesus,” Tess muttered, turning around and looking to you and Ellie. “Just get down…” 

You and the girl shared a look as you got to your knees and Joel followed, watching you out of the corner of his eye. 

“I know a lot of high up people in FEDRA here,” you said as the man went to Tess. “Want a nice, cushy gig? I can make that happen…” 

“Yeah I bet you fuckin’ can,” he scoffed. “Crawling out of the QZ like a fuckin’ rat screams power…” He pressed his scanner to Tess’ neck. 

“Seriously?” She snapped. “We were coming from inside…” 

“Unauthorized exit,” he showed her the screen. “That’s a hanging offense.” 

“Pills,” Joel said quickly. “Half off.” 

“All off,” the man countered. 

“I’m a doctor,” you said quickly. “You won’t even need to wait for them to do a run, I’ll get you as many as you want, I’ve got access…” 

The scanner pressed to Joel’s neck. 

“Two for two,” he shook his head. “Not lookin’ too hot for the field trip…” 

He scanned you next. 

“Looky here,” he turned the scanner around. “Unauthorized. Exit. Hope your powerful friends are free to bail you out…” 

“Name it,” you said quickly, pleading. “I’ll give you whatever you want…” 

He pressed the scanner to the girl’s neck and she screamed, leaving him yelping in pain, clutching his leg. 

You moved quickly, twisting and grabbing the girl, all but throwing her behind you as you scrambled to your feet and the guard yanked a knife from his leg. 

“Fucking bitch!” He raised the gun. 

Joel jumped between you and the guard. 

“She’s freaked out, I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “It’s a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding. I can still get you whatever you want, I can get you more cards, I can get you pills…” 

“No, fuck you,” he snarled, pressing forward. 

“We can work this out,” Joel kept his hands up, glancing behind him. Your eyes were wide, the girl peering over your shoulder. Your arms were behind you, trying to hold her back as you shielded her. He looked back at the guard. “Just put the gun down.” 

“I don’t fuckin’ think so.” 

The man’s finger twitched toward the trigger and, for half a moment, it was 20 years ago. He was holding Sarah. He was scared. He needed to protect her. Life without her wasn’t worth it, he needed to keep her safe. 

He lunged for the guard before he was fully aware of what he was doing, knocking the gun aside and bringing his fist down on the man’s face again and again and again. 

There was something deeply satisfying about it, raining blows down on the man who would have killed Sarah, just tried to kill you, just tried to kill the fragile girl whose body you were protecting with your own. This time, he wasn’t failing. This time, he was doing what was needed. 

“Joel!” Your voice snapped him back to reality, the man’s face a bloody mass below his hand. 

The girl was leaning behind you, watching him intently. He looked back at the man, his hand covered in his blood. You darted forward, putting one hand gently on his back, the other taking his bicep, tugging him slowly to his feet. You pulled his hand into yours, looking at his bloody knuckles.

“Come on,” you said quietly. “I’ll take a better look when we’re clear…” 

He nodded to you once. You got to your knees and checked the guard’s pulse, wincing after a few seconds. Joel took the gun from the ground. 

“Joel!” Tess yelled, panic in her voice. She was holding up a red scanner. 

“No,” the girl shook her head and you ran past Joel so fast you were barely a blur, throwing yourself between Tess and the girl. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Doc?” Tess snapped. “You’ve got me hauling an infected girl out of the goddamn QZ! You have us risking our asses for this?” 

“I’m not infected!” The girl said, slipping below your arm and holding out her own. “Look, I got bit weeks ago, OK? Weeks, no one lasts that long…” 

“It’s true,” you said quickly. “It’s true, she came to me two weeks ago and it was already a week old then, Marlene got us and held us another two weeks, I saw all of it, I swear she’s not infected I don’t know what it is…” 

“I should fucking kill you both!” Tess snapped. 

“Then let’s do it away from here before more guards show up!” You said quickly, putting the girl behind you again. “Tess, you know me. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have a reason, do you think I’d leave everything here if I didn’t have a reason?” 

She panted for breath, staring you down. 

“Let’s move before we have more fucking problems,” she snapped, stalking for the fence, Tess ducking below first. You nudged the girl behind her and you stopped, looking back at Joel, waiting for him. He came and stood beside you, his mouth a grim line. 

“I promise there’s a reason,” you said softly. “I promise.” 

He gave you a single nod. You ducked below the fence and he followed you and the girl into the dark.

A/N: And we say goodbye to Boston and the Boston OC crew! I hope you enjoyed Andrew and Jess at least half as much as I have. Andrew quickly went from a small side character to probably the second favorite character I've ever written. It's the only reason he survived the run with Tess and Joel - I couldn't handle killing him!

I'm really looking forward to exploring some of the dynamics of these characters in the next chapter and, of course, some fun with infected - with some added drama on the books because why not.

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