#kind of a pain to navigate but not impossible

[itsbenedict]

so in an effort to be slightly less out-of-touch, i went and watched all of Skibidi Toilet the other day. (at present, the whole series is about the length of a feature film, so this wasn't too big a lift.)

what surprised me is just... how totally normal it was. like, it's not at all difficult to describe. people big it up as this incomprehensible thing that's emblematic of a generation gap, but it's. not.

the plot is: there's toilets with human heads in them that go "skibidi dom dom dom yes yes, skibidi dabbadul neef neef". they can move despite a lack of ambulatory appendages. this is wacky and unsettling, but the chief question is: Do They Win In A Fight Against Some Robots With Cameras For Heads?

it's an action movie about a war against an alien invasion. that's it. less than the first thirty seconds of it are anarchic GMod YTP insanity- it develops a plot almost immediately. the plot is paper-thin and conveyed almost entirely without dialogue, existing to set up giant robot fights and zombie apocalypse jumpscares.

who are these factions? why are they fighting? you aren't failing to get it because the kids these days are on some totally different psychic wavelength. the show simply does not give a shit about this question. here are some bad guys! here are some good guys! they're going to do explosions and punches at each other for roughly two minutes until the perspective camera is abruptly destroyed in the crossfire somehow.

it is a remarkably competently-shot action movie. the fight scenes are weighty and satisfying and have lots of exciting little twists and turns as the two sides pull increasingly bigger weapons and gadgets out of their asses. the production gets more elaborate over time, and it's a pretty stellar example of what machinima is capable of. genuinely good at the things it's trying to do.

it does kinda fall down a little later, as it attempts to develop Characters and Deepest Lore after kind of not caring about that for most of its runtime. the decision to have "dialogue" almost exclusively in the form of incomprehensible heavily-filtered backwards speech with no subtitles is probably rewarding for die-hard Skibidi-heads who have the time on their hands to mess with the audio and uncover all the hidden messages, but it means you are not going to understand anything anyone is saying on a normal watch.

the action suffers from this decision a little bit towards the end, as for reasons that completely fail to come across, the toilets appear to have broken into their own factions and start fighting each other and forming various alliances, which disrupts the simplicity of the setup and makes it hard to determine who's winning a fight at any given time. a giant scary toilet man just exploded! was that bad, or good? listen, don't worry about it. all you need to know is that these things are going to keep happening until DaFuqBoom gets bored.

it's like a... 7/10, shallow but enjoyable. easy to see why kids like it. not going to give you any deeper insights into the Kids These Days, but there's worse ways to spend a couple hours.

(the most confusing thing to me is how something this straightforward got a reputation for crossing some sort of rubicon of cultural alienation. did everyone born in the 20th century who talks about this show just watch eighteen seconds of it and give up???)

[celestialprincesse]

🎀💞

I just know that Simon Riley wants his face sat on🤭

nsfw below the cut 🪷 mdni

You'd always been a little shy when it came to sex, understandably so considering that your boyfriend was a real life Adonis, some kind of cruelly beautiful deity come to taunt you for your prudishness. Obviously, you and Simon had done it, you'd fucked countless times when he came back from deployments or frustrated from debriefings gone bad, but it was always, for lack of a better word, tame. You'd always assumed, given his past, that he wouldn't be down to have sex, period. The beginning of your relationship was a minefield of navigating boundaries and understanding the complexity of the beautiful man you got to share your bed with. What you foolishly failed to recognise, however, is that whist you subconsciously saw Simon as wounded, he saw your fragility as clear as day, like a ripple under the surface of clear water.

He'd aways been so impossibly gentle with you, even when you'd wanted things differently, too afraid to ask him and send Simon spiralling back into that dark place he'd only recently been pulled from.

"Want you to fuck my face." Simon's deadpan voice snaps you from your reverie, brings you back to where you lay sprawled and waiting in the centre of your shared bed.

"I'm sorry?" You barely manage to splutter, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at where he sits patiently between your knees, not even needing to look down to your panties to know that your cunt is already dripping.

"Fuck, love." The sound of his exasperated sigh makes you feel like you've done something wrong, but the almost pained crinkle of his eyes confuses you. "You need me to spell it out? I'd like you to sit on my face and let me eat you out." Simon's words make you choke, jaw hanging agape as you process the fact that not only is he willing to take such a step in your sexual relationship, but also that he's so seemingly comfortable with the idea of you essentially fucking his face. Sure, he's eaten you out before, but never in such a compromising way. "Are you -" A soft kiss being placed to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is enough to silence you as you look down at Simon practically grovelling between your legs.

"If you don't want to, you can say no, baby." "It's not that I don't want to. I just don't want to - fuck." You huff, slumping back against the mattress with a sigh as you struggle to find the words you need to express the way you feel. "You don't want to fuck?" He smirks wickedly at you, one hand still cradling your outer thigh as he presses his cheek to the warm skin, trying to lighten the mood. Ease you up a bit. "Simon." "Tell me what you're thinking. I'll make it make sense." God he's always so unbearably patient. It almost has you in tears.

"I just - I'm not so confident with stuff like that, you know? I mean it took us six months of having sex for me to even feel comfortable enough to ride you. Now you want me to sit on your face?"

Simon's eyes soften at your reasoning, and he practically drags himself up the bed until he's face to face with you, propping himself up on his elbows to stare down at your face, so beautifully flushed and bashful.

"If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but I need you to know, that I look at you and get hard okay? You're the most beautiful thing I've seen. Ever. If I died by being suffocated between your legs? Fuckin' kill me already, yeah?"

His words have you giggling softly as you play with his hair, distracting yourself from the burning arousal in the pit of your tummy.

"Okay." You nod, slowly, meeting his eye to make sure that he sees you're serious. "You don't have to say yes if you're not sure." "I'm sure, but can we go slow?" "Of course, baby. We can do whatever you feel comfortable with."

It doesn't take long for you to be sat nervously on Simon's hips, clothes piled on the floor, discarded in order for you to sit naked atop him, bottom lip pulled nervously between your teeth. "Do I just -" You point awkwardly between the general vicinity of your cunt to Simon's face, heart fluttering when you catch the way he gazes up at you like some sort of statue, some masterpiece. "Mhm." He nods slowly, pupils blown impossibly wide, the chocolate of his gaze turning almost entirely black. You feel his massive palms take your hips, guiding you up to your knees before settling your slick cunt just over his face.

"Sit." He grunts when he doesn't immediately feel the press of you against his mouth, his nose barely touching your puffy clit. "What if I hurt you?" "I'll let you know. Now, sit." Before you know it, his fingers are digging into your hips, leaving you gasping at the suddenly overwhelming sensation of his entire lower face stuffed against your pussy.

"Holy sh-" You whine, already beginning to roll your hips in search of stimulation, all whilst Simon gives a contented hum which rumbles through you and has you clenching around nothing. His hands guide your hips in their rhythm as his tongue licks a flat stripe between your wet folds, leaving you stuttering and your eyes rolling back, all whilst you grip onto his hair like of you let go he'll disappear entirely.

He sets a languorous pace with his tongue, eating at you like you're his final meal, hands digging firmly at the meat of your ass whilst he uses the slight bump at the bridge of his nose to press up against your clit, making you dizzy. Whilst he uses both hands to guide you, you use the hand not tangled into his hair to roll a hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger, the sensation going straight to your pussy and making you gasp. Simon, perceptive as ever, notices your want and pushes his tongue inside you to push just that little bit further - and he can tell that you're close by the way your thighs clench around his ears and the fact that you're wonderfully more vocal than usual.

Similarly, sensing your oncoming orgasm, you desperately attempt to pull yourself off of him, all of a sudden shy about cumming on his face like you haven't done it countless times before. Your wriggling is met with a small slap to your ass which has you seeing stars as the small sting snaps the elastic band stretching taut in your lower belly, and Simon laps up every bit that you'll give him.

"Didn't think that men like me got to go to heaven." Simon sighs when you both lay sprawled and happy in bed together.

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I did not intend to write 1.1k of smut when I opened my laptop this evening but boundaries and communication are just so !! sexy !!

N e ways I'll just leave this here for y'all💕

[nhlclover]

𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈

summary: after feeling isolated by the lack of support from your own family and friends during your pregnancy, you found a sense of belonging among Adam's friends

warnings: pregnancy, technically teen pregnancy, use of made up people who do not exist irl

word count: 1.33k

You had never felt so alone.

When you found out you and Adam were expecting, you were over the moon. It wasn’t in your plans as a couple, but the two of you were more than ready to begin your family. The initial shock quickly turned into joy as you imagined the future together, holding your little one in your arms, and sharing the excitement of each new milestone.

However, when you told those close to you, your friends and family, their reactions were not what you had hoped for. Your parents had been disappointed, worried about what those in the community would think about them now that their daughter was a teenage mom. Their choice of words left you feeling like a failure. Your mother’s disapproving gaze and your father’s silence were more hurtful than any words could be. They seemed more concerned about their reputation than the new life you were bringing into the world.

When you turned to your friends, hoping that their reactions would be supportive and at least slightly better than those of your parents, you were left hurt and alone. They either distanced themselves or openly criticized your decision to keep the baby. The whispers behind your back, the judgmental glances, and the sudden exclusion from social gatherings cut deeper than you could have imagined. It felt like you were being punished for your happiness.

It seemed like everyone had an opinion, and none of them were supportive. The isolation was overwhelming, and each day felt heavier than the last. The weight of their disappointment and judgment bore down on you, making the already challenging journey of pregnancy feel even more daunting.

Now, at seven months pregnant, you had been navigating the rocky path of motherhood almost completely alone. Adam had been a rock throughout the entire thing, his unwavering love and support providing you with some solace in the storm of criticism. He held you through the nights of tears and doubt, whispering reassurances that you were strong. His family, although from a distance, were also supportive, sending messages of encouragement and little gifts for the baby.

However, even their unwavering support felt like it wasn’t enough. The absence of your own family’s acceptance left a void that was impossible to fill. You longed for your mother’s comforting words, your father’s steady presence, and the camaraderie of your friends. Instead, you faced a future that seemed more uncertain and isolated than you had ever imagined.

The journey of impending motherhood, which should have been filled with joy and anticipation, was overshadowed by the loneliness that engulfed you. Each day was a struggle to stay positive and to believe that you could be the mother your child deserved. As the due date approached, the fear of the unknown mixed with the pain of rejection, making you wonder if you could ever truly overcome the loneliness that had become your constant companion.

So when Adam suggested you go to brunch with his friends, your anxiety skyrocketed. You didn’t know these people well, and the thought of facing more judgment was almost too much to bear. Yet, Adam had assured you they were kind, understanding people, so you trusted him.

As you arrived at the quaint restaurant, your heart pounded in your chest. This morning had been a better one in terms of morning sickness and pain, which gave you a sense of ease that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, but still, your anxiety loomed.

Adam gave your hand a quick squeeze as you approached the table, most of his friends already seated. You were greeted by a melodic chorus of friendly voices and warm smiles. Adam’s friends and their partners welcomed them eagerly, pulling out chairs and making space for them at the crowded table.

“Y/n, right?” the girl next to you asked.

“Yes, hi,” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly as you took a seat.

“Adam’s told me so much about you, it’s so nice to finally put a face to a name!” she said sweetly. “I’m Lilly.”

Her warmth and genuine smile were a stark contrast to the reactions you had grown accustomed to. You felt a small spark of hope flicker within you, and you mustered a polite smile in return. "It's nice to meet you, Lilly."

As the conversation flowed around you, you found yourself slowly relaxing. The group was vibrant and welcoming, chatting animatedly about their lives, sharing jokes, and asking you questions that made you feel included rather than judged. Lilly in particular seemed to take you under her wing, engaging you in conversation and making sure you felt comfortable.

"So, how are you feeling?" Lilly asked gently, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "I know it must be tough sometimes."

You hesitated, unused to such kindness, but her sincerity made it easier to open up. "It's been challenging," you admitted, feeling a lump in your throat. You glanced at Adam, who gave you an encouraging nod. He’d kept an eye on you the entire evening, making sure you were staying comfortable and making sure you didn’t want to leave. He’d truly been amazing through everything. "But Adam has been wonderful, and I'm trying to stay positive."

“When are you due?” Tyler asked.

“Early August,” you replied, your voice steadier now.

“That's so exciting! Have you thought about names yet?” Sarah asked, her enthusiasm contagious.

You and Adam exchanged a glance, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a genuine smile spread across your face. “We have a few ideas, but nothing set in stone yet.”

The weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten, as you felt that there was a developing support system that you hadn’t expected. As the brunch continued, the questions kept coming, but they were all filled with kindness and genuine interest. They asked about your cravings, your experience with morning sickness, and even shared funny stories from their own lives. You felt yourself relaxing, your earlier fears melting away.

“We're all here for you, you know," Lilly said at one point, her eyes sincere. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We’d love to help now and after the baby arrives.”

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming gratitude you were experiencing, or simply pregnancy hormones, but you found yourself getting emotional, tears brimming in your eyes. “Thank you. That means more than you know.”

Lilly gave you a sweet smile, reaching over and giving your hand that rested on the table a supportive squeeze. The meals came and went, stories were told, and Adam kindly paid for the tab. After you said your goodbyes and well-wishes, you walked to the car with Adam's arm around your shoulders.

“So…” Adam said hesitantly. “How was that?”

You let out a deep breath, a smile appearing on your lips. “They were amazing, Adam,” you said. “They’re so nice.”

You felt the pregnancy hormones coming back again, the tears now spilling over. Your emotions had been on a rollercoaster, with the highs and lows often blending into a confusing blur. After being abandoned by your friends and family, feeling like you were practically alone in this journey, the isolation weighed heavily on you. Each day had been a struggle, each moment a reminder of the support you lacked. The once-familiar faces that should have been by your side had turned away, leaving you to navigate this overwhelming experience in solitude.

But now, a shift was happening. You now finally felt like there were people on your side, people you could lean on and fill the void that had been left by those who had abandoned you.

Over the next few weeks, you began to see more of Adam’s friends. They checked in on you, invited you to small gatherings, and even helped you prepare for the baby. Lilly became a close friend, always there with a listening ear and helpful advice. Slowly but surely, the loneliness that had once seemed insurmountable began to ebb away.

[hiitsm]

Bound by Trust: Navigating Turbulance Together

Part 5.

You hesitate to open up to your girlfriend about what's happening at home because you've been explicitly instructed not to share it with anyone.

Angst, Hurt, detailed physical abuse by a parent (reader talks about it to Alexia), lot's of Comfort & Fluff

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Kindness

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Awakening to a sharp pain in your nose, you struggled to open your eyes, the left one barely responding. The room was cloaked in darkness, making it impossible to discern whether it was day or night. However, a comforting warmth enveloped you—someone's arms were securely wrapped around you, gentle breaths tickling the nape of your neck.

In your dazed state, you remembered insisting that she didn't have to sleep on the floor, despite her protests. Being close to her in bed made you feel protected, especially after the emotionally charged, yet profoundly tender experience of showering together. Those moments had deepened your bond, making the thought of being apart unbearable.

Attempting to shift your position gently, you inadvertently stirred Alexia from her light slumber. "Ale, my nose hurts," you murmured, your voice choked with discomfort. Panic seeped into your words as you added, "What time is it? I can't see."

Her response was immediate and soothing, the concern in her voice palpable as she tightened her embrace. "You're okay, it’s 3 am. I'll turn on the light to check on your nose, is that okay, mi vida?"

Nodding weakly, you managed, "Yes, please," and grimaced as another wave of pain hit you when you turned onto your back.

When the bedside lamp flicked on, the soft light revealed the extent of the swelling—your nose was significantly puffed up, especially on the left, causing your eye to swell shut with a bruise beginning to form. Alexia’s face fell with worry as she examined you.

"Oh, mi vida, it’s swollen quite badly," she whispered, her voice a tender caress of concern. "I'll grab some ice packs and medicine for you. I'll be right back, I promise." She squeezed your hand reassuringly, lifting it to her lips for a gentle kiss before hurrying downstairs.

Almost immediately, Alexia returned laden with an icepack, painkillers, and a bottle of water, managing to carry it all effortlessly in one hand. Her presence was a calming force despite the urgency of the situation. "Let’s try to get you a bit more comfortable against the headboard," she suggested gently, placing everything on the nightstand before assisting you to sit up. With a soft kiss on your cheek, a gesture filled with tenderness, she opened the water bottle.

"Please take these painkillers," she urged, handing you two tablets which you accepted eagerly, hoping they would dull the sharp throbbing. As you swallowed them, Alexia's next concern was to make the icepack more bearable. "I’m going to find a cloth for this icepack," she said, her voice betraying a hint of panic.

You could sense her worry and wanted to ease it. "Amor, please don’t worry, okay? Just use my shirt, it’s fine," you reassured her softly, managing a smile despite the discomfort.

Her chuckle in response was light and loving, appreciating how well you knew her thoughts without needing to see her face. "Is that because you want to wear one of my shirts tomorrow?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Maybe," you admitted with a grin, feeling comfort in the familiarity. "Your shirts always feel so soft, perfect with your scent on them."

You felt the bed shift as Alexia settled next to you, wrapping your shirt around the icepack with delicate care. As she placed it against your swollen nose, you flinched from the cold but quickly sought out her hand, seeking comfort. She intertwined her fingers with yours, a simple gesture that grounded you.

"Does that feel relieving?" she asked, hopeful that the ice was starting to soothe the pain.

"A little now, thank you, amor," you responded, grateful not only for the physical relief but for the deep, unwavering support she provided. Your heart felt lighter, buoyed by her love and care, even in this painful moment.

"I'm sorry if this seems like it's all moving too quickly," you began, your voice tinged with a hint of worry. You didn't want to overwhelm Alexia or push her away by accelerating things more than you had initially intended. However, for Alexia, the pace felt just right—not because you were hurt, but because it showed how much you trusted her. You were turning to her first for comfort, letting her be your primary source of safety and support.

"Don't worry about that, mi amor, we're doing just fine. I love you so much," Alexia reassured you, her voice laden with emotion, hinting at deeper feelings she was hesitant to express through words alone.

"I'm so glad to be here with you," you replied softly, your gratitude genuine and profound.

Observing your discomfort, possibly from the dim light straining your eyes, Alexia offered a thoughtful suggestion. "Shall I turn off the lights?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of concern.

In the comforting embrace of darkness, a peaceful silence settled between you. But after a moment, Alexia broke it, her tone careful but needing to understand more. “Has this happened before?” Her question was gentle, probing not out of curiosity but out of a deep need to understand the depth of past pains that had touched your life, specifically the treatment you endured from your mother.

You knew immediately what she was referring to, and you felt the weight of past emotions stirring. Yet, in the safe haven that was Alexia's presence, you felt a trust that allowed you to be vulnerable. You sighed softly, the breath heavy with the burden of memories, as you prepared to open up to her about your past.

"It's all so confusing to me right now. I didn't really recognize that what she did was wrong, maybe deep down I did, but she confuses me, Ale," you confessed, your breath shaky with emotion. "She can be the most kind mother, but she can also turn into a rage in seconds." You squeezed Alexia's hand tightly, seeking comfort in her presence. Sensing your need, she scooted closer, resting her head on your shoulder.

“She pushed me down the stairs, threw things at me, scolded me, told me she wished she never had me, hurt me physically a lot...” A tear escaped your eye, but you refrained from wiping it away, mindful of your tender nose. “And yet, amidst all that, I always said my mother could be so kind too.”

Your voice wavered as you continued, recounting painful memories. “Most of the time, it was just a hit on the arm or head, which I was grateful for because it could have been much worse. I know that sounds stupid. My father was never around when things like that happened, but he could always sense the tension and would tell me to keep it down because I should know how she is. That's why I pushed a lot of things down and didn't let them come up again.”

As you spoke, Alexia caressed the back of your hand with her thumb, offering silent reassurance. “No, mi vida, it does not sound stupid,” she whispered softly.

“A few weeks ago, all those memories came flooding back, and I wanted to tell you, but every time I tried, the words wouldn’t come,” you confessed, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders as you shared your burden. “My first memory was when I was seven, and I wanted to have a playdate with a classmate at home. My mother didn’t want to have someone over, but I kept asking. She didn’t want to hear any of it, pushed me so hard I fell to the ground, and kicked me several times.” Alexia gasped in horror at the revelation.

“I always tried to be quiet about it because she would say things like I shouldn't have to talk about it, and that made me feel like it was normal. Later, I was just afraid of what would happen if I talked to anyone about it,” you explained, your voice heavy with the weight of your past. “But two days ago, it really got out of hand. I had bought that new jacket with you, came home, and my mother didn’t like it. I didn’t want to return it, and she shoved me, not realizing the stairs were behind me. She didn’t stop there; she hurt me more, Ale. My head hit the wall, that’s why that cut was above my eyebrow. I’m sorry for not telling you,” you confessed, tears streaming down your cheeks as you buried your face in Alexia's shoulder.

“There's no need to apologize, amor. You don’t have to feel sorry,” Alexia whispered softly, holding you even closer, providing the comfort and support you desperately needed. “I’m just glad that you could tell me now, and I will do my absolute best to support you where you need it,” she assured you, her words a soothing balm to your wounded soul as she held you close, allowing you to release the pent-up emotions in tears.

After letting you cry and holding you close, Alexia gently pulled back to look into your eyes, her expression filled with love and determination.

“Amor, I want you to know that you're not alone in this,” she said, her voice steady and reassuring. “We'll get through this together, okay? I'll be here for you every step of the way.” Her own emotions and tears now also flowing freely.

As Alexia processed everything you had shared with her, she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of admiration and love for you. The strength and resilience you exhibited in the face of such adversity left her in awe. She couldn't imagine the weight you had been carrying all these years, yet you still managed to spread kindness and positivity wherever you went.

Listening to your story, Alexia realized just how special you truly were. Despite the challenges you faced, you remained compassionate and caring, always putting others before yourself. It was clear to her now why you valued kindness so much—it was your way of bringing light into the darkness you had experienced at home.

As you both settled back under the bedsheets, Alexia wrapped her arms around you, holding you close and providing a comforting embrace. She wished she could find the perfect words to express how much she cared, but she hoped you could feel it in her touch and the way she held you.

The weight of the emotions seemed to hang heavy in the air, but Alexia was determined to bring a sense of peace to the moment. "Let's try to get some more sleep, okay?" she whispered softly, her voice filled with tenderness and care.

"Yes, can you please hold me?" you asked, your vulnerability evident in your voice.

"Of course, mi vida," Alexia replied, her voice gentle and reassuring. "I will always hold you." With those words, she held you even closer, hoping to provide you with the comfort and security you needed to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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I think there will be one or two more chapters to go. With a bit of a time jump, but I'm not sure yet.

Sending you all hugs 🫶

:)

[lustnhim]

დ︎ “yungen.” — stepdad! elvis x fem! reader დ︎

note: request + dead-dove / warnings: MDNI, dub-con, age gap, perv elvis, strained relationship with mother, elvis coerces reader, innocence kink, fingering, oral f-receiving, spitting, breeding, argument (with mom), car sex, daddy in a sexual context, kind of pwp but i tried to have a storyline (it ended up making no sense im so sorry.) / summary: after an argument with your mother, your stepdad, elvis, takes you out on a drive for some one on one time.

Sitting in the kitchen you desperately tried to ignore your mother who was complaining about every small thing in the world. “You never help around the house!” “You’re so lazy!” “Look at the clothes you’re wearing? You should be ashamed!” Any small thing she could pick at you for, she would. You flipped through the pages of your book, finding it impossible to drown out her voice. “You don’t listen either!” She yelled, smacking the book out of your hands causing you to jump. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You shouted, causing your mother to gasp. “You will not use that kind of language in my house.” She shouted, pointing her finger in your face. Standing up the chair screeched against the floor, “I wish for once you’d just leave me alone!” You yelled and heard footsteps approach the corner. “What the hell is goin’ on?” You and your mother both looked over, your stepdad, Elvis was standing in the door frame, his brow furrowed and his expression both confused and infuriated. “She won’t do a single thing I say! She just sits around all day and refuses to help me around the house!” Your mother yelled, “That just is not true whatsoever! She asks me to do stuff and I do it- but she’s never satisfied! Either I did it wrong or I should’ve done it this way, trying to please her is impossible.” You yelled back and Elvis shook his head. “Both of you need ta’ just shut up. This is childish.” He said, obviously aggravated with the situation. Walking towards your mother he placed his hands on her shoulders gently and kissed her on the forehead. “You need to calm down. She’s a teenager, she’s gonna rebel n’ do things you don’t like. It’s okay.” He said, his tone soft and sweet, you watched as your mom’s demeanor instantly shifted, she melted like putty in his hands. It made you sick. He turned back to you, his eyes softening slightly, "Why don't we take a little drive, just you and me? Get some fresh air and cool off. It'll do us both some good." The mention of leaving the house, even for a moment, had you nodding eagerly. You watched as your mother shot you a look as the two of you walked out. 

Getting into his car you buckled your seat belt and made sure your gaze was fixated out the window. The two of you weren’t very close, they had married about 7 months ago and you kept to yourself most of the time anyways. The car purred to life, and he pulled out of the driveway, the tires crunching on the gravel as he navigated down the road. The silence grew thick, but after a few minutes, he broke it. "Look, I know things haven't been easy since I came into the picture, but I care about the both of ya’. We need to work on our communication, okay?" Elvis said, turning to look at you for a moment before continuing down the road. ‘It’s just…hard.” Seemed to be all you could muster. “Listen yungen, I- I love your mama but she’s…she’s a jealous woman.” Elvis added, making you look at him with confusion. “What do you mean?” You asked, and Elvis took a deep breath not taking his eyes off the road. “She…she don’t really like me spendin’ too much time with you…alone, I mean.” He said, taking a back road. You scoffed and shook your head, “Are you serious?” You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, she was jealous of her own daughter. “Why?” You followed up with as Elvis pulled into a small overlook, the sun had already begun to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and blue. Elvis looked over at you and you couldn’t help how he looked…pained. “It’s…hard to explain..” He said, taking a deep breath. Elvis hesitated, clearly struggling to find the right words. "Your mother and I, we had our issues even before I met you. And well, when I first met you, she felt threatened. She thought I'd pay more attention to you, and that we'd grow closer, which, well, we are." He finally admitted, his eyes never leaving your face. "And it's not just that, she has her insecurities. She thinks that I'll eventually choose you over her." You looked at him in awe. ‘Choose you over her’ replayed in your head over and over. You were zoned out when you felt his hand on your knee, resting gently. You looked up at him and scanned his face, trying to understand how he was feeling. “Sometimes…I feel like I made a mistake.” Elvis added, his hand rubbing your knee gently. You couldn't speak, any words you tried to muster were caught in your throat.

“You should…you should do what makes you happy.” You finally said, not wanting Elvis to leave your mother or anything- but you didn’t know what else to say. You watched as his hand snaked up your thigh and your breath was caught in your throat. “E-Elvis..” You muttered as he stopped at the bottom of your shorts. "Don’t worry yungen…" He whispered, his voice low and smooth. His fingers trailed between your legs feeling the fabric of your shorts, brushing against your them, and you immediately tensed, unsure of how to react. “You jus’ make me feel so happy…” Elvis said, his fingers moving up and down gently. You looked at him, god. This was so messed up. You knew that this was exactly what your mother thought would happen, and you knew that secretly you had hoped for it to happen. Laying in bed when it was all quiet at night, you’d think about him all while trying to fight the urge to touch yourself out of shame. Your hand gripped the side of the leather seat of the car, as his fingers worked over your shorts. “Can ya climb in the backseat?” Elvis whispered, moving his fingers off of you and you quickly climbed to the back of the car. Elvis chuckled softly as you threw yourself onto the backseat. Elvis stepped out of the car and opened the door and got in. Now with more room Elvis placed a hand on your chest, softly squeezing your breasts before moving his other  hand up to your face, cupping your cheek he pulled you into a kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth as his hands worked their way up your shirt. He groaned into the kiss as you lay against the car door slowly sliding your shirt upwards. As he reached your bra, he unclasped it, letting your breasts spring free. Groping you he pulled away from the kiss, admiring your breasts. He stared hungrily at them for a moment before bending down to take one into his mouth. Before you could protest his lips latched around your nipple causing you to let out a small gasp. The sight was ungodly. The feeling was so strange but it felt so, so good. You arched your back as pleasure coursed through you, his lips and tongue expertly working against your nipple. When he released it, he switched to the other breast, making you squirm. “C’mon..” You groaned, running your hand through his hair. Elvis pulled away and smiled up at you, “You look so pretty..” He cooed, working off your shorts. Running a finger along the damp spot on your panties you whimpered, embarrassment wracking your entire body. You couldn’t shake off how wrong this was, a part of you wanted to tell him to stop- but you couldn't, your brain was getting all foggy… the pleasure overtaking you almost completely. Pulling your panties off Elvis chuckled gently.

"Looks like someone needs some attention," he whispered, before dipping his head to start kissing along your inner thighs. He spread your legs wider, giving himself better access to your core. He breathed in deeply, savoring your scent, before flicking his tongue across your clit. You gasped and grabbed onto the seat, your head thrown back as Elvis continued to tease you. His tongue swirled around your sensitive bud, sending shivers throughout your body. You could hardly breathe, the pleasure building within you until it was almost unbearable. Elvis noticed your impending release, and he increased the intensity of his actions. His thumb rubbed against your clit while his tongue continued to flick, and his fingers worked their way inside you. In that moment, you felt yourself tumble over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you. Elvis licked up your juices, a satisfied smile on his face, before leaning up and undoing his belt.

Elvis pulled his pants down, freeing his fully erect cock, and you couldn't help but stare. “C’mere yungen…” He cooed, guiding it to your mouth, gently pushing as you reluctantly opened up to accept him. Your tongue tentatively flicked against the tip, feeling it throb in response. Encouraged by his moan, you took him deeper into your mouth, Bobbing your head back and forth. Elvis's hands gripped tightly onto your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair. Lost in the moment, you didn't realize how fast you were going until Elvis abruptly pulled out of your mouth. "Wait, wait... I want t-to," you stuttered, wanting to please him, to feel needed. But Elvis shook his head, "No, no. I don’t wanna cum yet, darlin’. He smiled and pushed you back down gently.  He positioned himself between your thighs, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. You’re breathing instantly hitched as you looked up at him. “Elvis- I ain’t never…” You stammered, and watched as a smirk spread across his face. “Oh honey…you’re all pure n’ here I am…taintin you.” Elvis spoke and you watched him shake his head, he didn’t even seem like himself at this moment. “Just…be easy.” You said quietly and Elvis nodded. He lined up his cock with your entrance and began to push in. At first, it hurt, but Elvis was gentle, taking his time to ease into you, his breath ragged as he filled you completely. You whimpered, the sensation unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Elvis paused, allowing you a moment to adjust. Once you seemed ready, he started to move, slow at first, but gradually picking up pace. Your eyes rolled back as he thrust into you, his hands gripping your hips. The pain soon faded, replaced by a burning need, a desire to feel more. Elvis leaned down to kiss you, his tongue dueling with yours as he continued to pound into you. A moan escaped your lips, and Elvis grabbed your face forcing you to look at him. “Open your mouth.” He demanded, opening your mouth he put a finger in there forcing it open wider before spitting in your mouth and forcing your mouth shut. “Atta’ girl.” He groaned, his pace quickening. 

Your moans grew louder, and your nails dug into the leather of the backseat, desperate for more. Elvis's grip on your hips tightened, his own moans growing more urgent as he approached his climax. "Come for me, yungen," he whispered, the intensity of his voice matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Come for Daddy.” You clenched around him, unintended, but it sent him over the edge. With a loud groan, he filled you with his cum, spilling hot and thick inside you, your own orgasm following just after. Elvis collapsed onto you, sweaty and out of breath. You lay there in each other's arms, a strange peace settled as you looked up at the sky from the car window which had humorously become foggy. Slowly, Elvis withdrew from you, causing you to wince slightly.  Zipping up his pants, he helped you to get dressed, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Thank you, darlin’," he whispered before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. You didn't say anything; you didn't need to. The silence between you was no longer uncomfortable, something about how wrong what just happened was felt so…good. Elvis stroked your hair gently for a moment before motioning for you to climb back into the front seat, once the two of you were back in the front he looked over at you as he started the car and shifted it into gear, “You…you can’t tell no one about this.” Elvis said, his eyes seemed worried, but not full of regret.  “I won’t-” You replied, smiling at him. You couldn’t slow how fast your heart was beating, how shaky and satisfied you felt. “I love you.” You said, for the first time to him. Making his heart swell and his smile widen. 

“I love ya too, yungen.” 

ok so i am REALLY unhappy with how this turned out 😭 i feel like it doesn’t make much sense but i’m gonna keep trying to write something i enjoy, i hope u guys like it tho :3

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 12:

Previous // Next

Warnings: None

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This is already so much harder than Cid made it seem, you thought with a grunt as hills of gravelly rock slipped and slid beneath your feet.

The moon's perpetual dusky atmosphere made it nearly impossible to navigate the rough terrain without a headlamp.

And it's just my luck that this one is almost dead. The lamp flickered briefly but remained lit for the time being. At the rate you'd been replacing power packs on this thing, you weren't sure there'd be enough to last the journey back to the ship. The moon’s naturally emitted electromagnetic frequencies were not something Cid had mentioned.

No surprise there. Wonder what else she failed to mention.

You were glad Hunter wasn't here. This would be the death of him. You couldn't imagine the havoc it would wreak upon his enhanced senses - the pain it would cause him. Yet the sour taste of loneliness still faintly lingered, littering the background of all your thoughts.

A faint rumbling sound echoed across the rocky plain and you paused, listening. The strange, muted grumble became louder like the moon itself was warning you to leave and never come back.

Rocks began to quake as the ground rolled in a violent tremor.

“Well, that’s just wonderful…” you growled sarcastically. “Thanks for that!” you yelled out to no one, voice echoing strangely through the barren atmosphere.

The tremors subsided after a few minutes, though you waited a few more before starting out again.

You paused after a while, double checking the coordinates on your datapad. The screen flickered. It was a small inconvenience, yet one that landed precariously atop of so many others, drawing all the ire of pent up rage and hurt into one soul crushing cry of frustration that you’d been keeping down for so long.

“I hate this kriffing moon!”

You stopped, taking a few deep breaths.

Calm. Calm. You have a job to do.

The datapad screen blinked back on as you smacked the side of it with your hand.

Should be right around…. There.

The dimming light of the headlamp softly illuminated the entrance to a mine just ahead.

Here goes nothing.

You sighed, placing your bag on the ground before pulling out the necessary gear.

Grabbing the cable, you began to lower yourself down the dark, damp mineshaft. Without warning, another tremor rocked the ground again.

Stronger than the last, you noted, hoping that didn’t mean anything.

Another small quake sent a shower of dust and pebbles cascading down onto your face and hair. One arm let go of the cable, instinctively curling upwards to protect your face while the other held on with aching fingers, fighting how it swung wildly and out of control.

As if the vengeful moon had heard your angry cries, another rumble of the ground tore the cable from it’s resting place, pulling a terrified shriek from gasping lungs as you found yourself in a freefall, desperately clawing at the wall for any kind of stop.

Pain shot up through your shoulder as gloved fingers caught the edge of a protruding rock, dragging yourself to a more steady position, jamming your feet into crevasses in the wall.

Karking hells! You closed your eyes and let your head drop forwards to rest on the cool rock face where you clung, taking a moment to calm your screaming nerves.

You exhaled in disbelief, unsure of whether you should cry or laugh.

“Oh gods, this is not my day. This is really not my day.”

Whining to yourself, you looked down and realized you were nearly at the bottom.

Taking another breath, you pulled the cable from your belt and hooked it securely once again to the rock face, quickly gliding down the remainder of the mineshaft.

Damn. Absentmindedly stretching your sore shoulder, you crouched to place the pack onto the ground, hissing quietly as the action sent a shooting pain down your arm. You switched the headlamp off and waited for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. A dim light glimmered from a cavity in the wall on the other side of a small pool of bubbling water. They matched the description Cid provided on the jewels she’d tasked you with retrieving.

“Oh how convenient,” you scoffed, carefully scanning the area lest you be swallowed alive by some carnivorous rock or whatever else thrived in this hellhole of a moon. You chuckled dryly. That would be just my luck.

With trepidation, you stepped carefully over the small pool of water. Grabbing the small extraction tool you’d brought along, you sank down to your knees and began drilling at the glowing stones, counting each one as they popped free.

One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six…

You stood back up, carefully placing the stones inside one of the many pouches that lined your belt, and turned around to head back. A wave of sudden exhaustion pulled a sigh from your lips as it washed over you. This place was definitely not one you’d be coming back to in a hurry.

Pausing before the bubbling pool of water, you took one last look around, but your gaze was drawn right back to the pool in front of you.

Weird. A strange feeling of unease crept into your bones and you shivered. Could’ve sworn it wasn’t that big when I stepped over it before. You shrugged, certain that your mind was only playing tricks on you because when you looked once more, it was the same size as it had been before.

“This place gives me the creeps,” you muttered, looking around suspiciously. You glared at the bubbling pool and took a running leap over it just to be safe.

It was almost as if someone had pulled a rug out from beneath your feet. The edge of the pool caught on the tip of your boot and you came crashing down, a cry of alarm turning into a cry of pain as your shoulder roughly met the ground. You scrambled forward with a gasp, pulling your foot from the water.

“Did you just….” you spoke aloud, voice saturated with an incredulous annoyance, “Did you just trip me!?”

The ground rumbled lowly once again.

“Great! I’m arguing with a kriffing moon,” you muttered, shaking your head.

You sighed, four days of solitude and you were already talking to inanimate objects.

Your boot squelched as you dumped out the water that filled it. I hate wet socks. You wiggled your toes glumly.

Wrecker would find this hilarious, you chuckled to yourself. What would the rest of them think of this place?

You smiled, thinking of how Tech would be cataloging each tremor and tectonic abnormality, looking at everything through that endearing lens of curiosity. Echo would be working on a way to combat the harsh electromagnetic frequencies for himself and Hunter. His steadfast attitude wouldn’t let himself give up until he tried every option. Omega would wander, collecting oddly shaped rocks and staring into the strange bubbling pools. And Hunter…

You sighed, picking yourself back up, best not to think about Hunter. But you couldn’t help it. Loneliness settled into your gut, you missed them.

No. You scolded yourself. You’re a grown adult. You have made it in this galaxy on your own before and you will do so again.

But being on your own was a lot different than being alone.

You took a deep breath, willing that forever-heavy emotion back behind the locked doors of practical reality. It wasn’t worth dwelling on thoughts that only brought you down, and it took skill to lock them all away so efficiently - a skill you knew you’d better relearn fast.

Unwilling to stay and reflect any longer, you shot the cable up and climbed out of the mine.

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Behind The Facades | Part II

An unrequited pining over a certain super solider.

Navigation: Part I || Part II || Part III (end)

Words: 3.3k++

Pairings: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: angst. pent up anger. unspoken jealousy. conflicted feelings.

P/S: i heard you. i got you. since lots of you enjoyed the supposedly oneshot, so i decided to do a continuation for this couple. Hope you enjoy~

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Weeks gone by, months flown through and the team was already accustomed Bucky's girlfriend wandering around the tower. Though they thought she would move-in eventually, knowing that Tony allowed them to do so, but she hadn't done it yet.

While Y/N, on the other hand, felt like she was constantly walking on thin ice. Being tug in between holding herself together and breaking down.

What's worst about this was, deep down, Y/N wanted to hate her.

Gail Richards.

Bucky's girl.

A gorgeous red-head, sultry champagne-colored eyes, a deep dimple on her right cheek, sculptured body of goddess and heart of gold.

Y/N got to admit that she hated how perfect Gail was for Bucky. She had such a kind soul; it's impossible not to fall for her. In hindsight, she was exactly what Bucky needed in his life.

What he deserve.

And in the end, Gail managed to steal not just Bucky's heart, but also the entire team's.

Including Y/N herself.

The friendship between Gail and Y/N was true and genuine; even if it hurts her everytime when she was forced to see Gail canoodling with the man she had fallen madly in love with.

"So where's the date? Did he tell you or is it a surprise kind of thing?" Gail's questions snapped Y/N from her deep internal thoughts.

Her gaze fell into her own reflection in the mirror; she was fitted with a simple black satin dress, with a quite scandalous slit on one side on her thigh. Standing behind her, was Gail, helping her out with the pearl necklace she was graciously lending it to Y/N.

"I don't remember the name but it's that new michelin star restaurant." Y/N replied as she straighten her dress, suddenly feeling conscious of how tight the dress was hugging her body.

"Oh! I know that fancy new restaurant. It opened last week, right? Bucky and I haven't had the chance to go yet. I heard it's pretty hard to get reservation. I must say, I'm impressed."

While Gail seemed to approve of Y/N's date, she didn't notice the way Y/N's body froze as she mentioned Bucky's name.

Her fingers were itching to dug it's nails somewhere, anywhere; as she try to keep her composure as neutral as possible, "Yeah, I'll definitely give you my review before you guys go on a date there. Who knows if its not up to the standards, right?"

Oh, how desperate she was on wanting to hide her pain away.

"That's great, y/n! But, I'd rather you actually enjoy the date rather than secretly being an undercover food critique. Forget about everything and have fun for once! Who knows this one is a keeper, huh?" Gail rubbed her hands to side of Y/N's arms; her eyes brighten as she encouraged her.

Ignorance is truly a bliss; though it's not that she knows that Y/N had been in love with Bucky this whole time.

On the other hand, Bucky was starting to feel the effects of what Gail had warned him before. He doesn't want to feel like she doesn't love him because she does.

At least she tries to.

Persuing Gail was not necessarily easy; not because he was lacking or she played hard to get. But because of how honest she was; how self aware she was.

"Being with me is a hell of a challenge, Bucky. My emotions are unpredictable. Today, I will love you ever so truly; I will drown you with all the kisses and cuddles you could ever imagine but the next day you might not being able to talk to me or even see me."

"I'll go M.I.A and isolate myself from the world at any time, with no warning. I shut down without any reason."

"I might not be there for you when you needed me the most. I might abandon you when all you wanted for me to stay."

"Worst part about it is I won't feel sorry for what I did because I can barely feel anything during those time."

But he insisted to try.

Maybe it was the sudden surge of passion when he met her but he was determined that they could make it work.

So, try they did.

As his relationship with Gail progresses, his and y/n's started to astray. He noticed y/n has been keeping her distance with him since he got together with Gail.

She had been cooped up in her room more often. There was a gradual changes in their schedule. Lesser trips to the corndog stall that y/n was obsessed with, canceled trips on visiting Alpine, the cute little kitten they have been eyeing at the adoption center, and almost none of the late night coffee trips.

He missed her.

From her annoying laugh to her odd habit of scratching things in her sleep.

Her smile, her voice, her presence.

He missed all of it.

He missed her.

Which was why Bucky thought it was better to talk it out with her. Maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding that needed to be clear out.

It took just single knock before Bucky intrude himself into Y/N's room, "Hey, y/n I don't want to disturb you but can we..." Bucky's sentence did not managed to end with a period, thus his words was instead left hanging just like his mouth.

"Oh, wow."

For a moment there, Bucky literally forgot how to breath. It was as if the reality around him was deteriorating, leaving just the perfect view of Y/N. For a split second, his gaze seemed to dilated into a trance, slowly getting bewitched by the beauty before him.

Bucky was so captivated by how, almost sinfully, beautiful Y/N looked in that dress, he didn't notice his own girlfriend was standing right next to her.

Gail carefully slide her way towards Bucky as she prompted, "So... what do you think, Buck? Gorgeous isn't she?" A dreamy sigh escaped from Gail's lips as she admire the woman in front of her.

"Yes. Yes, she is."

Those were the words Bucky wanted to say but his mouth wasn't listening to his heart, rather it followed his head, "I didn't know you were coming over, honey." Bucky arms reached towards Gail as he scooped her close to him, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

It was subtle but if they paid enough attention, they could see how Y/N's gaze quickly shifted downwards to her feet. Her teeth sunk between the insides of her left cheek as an effort to distract herself from the thunderstorm within her chest. A little bit more force on her teeth would've tore her up and left her bleeding from the inside.

How much longer she must be in this torment? How much suffering her heart needs to endure until it adapt to the pain? She's tired of the ache in her chest but at the same time she can't help it when her heart yearn for a love that's never going to be hers.

"Well? Is she not goddamn beautiful?" Gail playfully slapped Bucky's arm, demanding her question to be answered.

"I mean..." Bucky stuttered to find words. Especially when those round doe eyes of Y/N's spark with anticipation.

All those milliseconds of time Bucky had to think of an appropriate, truthful answer but somehow he only come up with, "...i guess, you could do better."

Idiot.

Straight up dumb.

Bucky immediately regret his words when the gleam in Y/N's eyes suddenly faded; turning into something cold and stoic.

Gail huffed in denial, before taking Y/N's side, "Then you sir, need to check your eyes because she's absolutely stunning". Y/N gave a small smile as Gail pulled her for a side hug.

"Why are you dressed up anyway?" Bucky wanted change the topic before he said something stupid again.

There was a noticeable pause on Y/N's side as he asked, as if she was unwilling to tell him. However, the reluctantcy only arouses his curiosity.

Y/N turned around and faced the mirror. As she fixed the necklace near her collarbone, she made an eye contact with Bucky through his reflection and answered, "I have a date."

Something shifted in the air; as if it was getting heavier, sturdier.

"Who's the guy?" Bucky was clearly not amused with the idea. It barely filtered through his stern tone.

"Daniel. One of the SHIELD agent I worked with before." Y/N noticed how his expression morphed into a frown.

"Why is he making that face? "

Bucky seethed, "That douchebag? Really y/n?" There's a hint of disappointment in his voice; like how a father would scold his daughter of doing something stupid.

And that ticked her off.

She's a grown-ass woman; she can do whatever she wants, date whoever she wants. None of it was Bucky's concern.

"What do you mean?" Annoyance flowed through her tone.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he recognized that name.

Daniel.

That scumbag whose always staring at her. And not in a cute, crush-like way. There's nothing innocent about the way he stare at Y/N's ass and boobs, or always finding excuses to touch her.

However, Y/N has been oblivious to it since Bucky had always been with her.

Since when did that douche got close to Y/N? How did he managed to get Y/N agree to go to a fucking date with him? More importantly, how did Bucky not know all of this?

There was this uncontrollable, unexplainable rage within Bucky that he was unable to contain; like a venomous poison it seeped through his head, "Are you that needy to even consider going out with such scum? Come on, y/n. You're being naive, it's ridiculous." Bucky scoffed as his tone laced with scorn and mockery.

Gail gasped in complete shock, "What is wrong with you, Bucky? That's not--"

"That's not fair. How can you have the luxury to fall in love and lived happily ever after while I have to continue to break and break, again and again?"

"Ridiculous? Am I a fucking joke to you, Bucky?!" Y/N could hold back her own anger as she turned towards him. His face remained the way that it is; red and furious and he was not willing to put his ego down either.

"You know what?" Y/N swerved towards the bed, "I am going to go this date with Daniel, whether you like or not..." She took her purse on the edge of the mattress, "...and I am going to enjoy every second of it!"

"Thanks, Gail. I really appreciate your help today." Y/N smiled as she briefly took Gail's hands into hers. Blinking in confusion, Gail replied, "Y-yeah.. sure--" though her speech was cut short when Y/N interrupted.

"And you!" Y/N shot a glare towards Bucky before marching towards him, "You can go fuck yourself." She clashed her shoulders into Bucky's before walking out her own room.

Bucky gritted his teeth; his jaw clenched in pure vexation as his frown grew deeper.

Looking at her very angry looking boyfriend, Gail let out a tired sigh, "Why would you say such thing to her, Bucky?

Why did he say those things?

He could explain it much better way, knowing that he had plausible reason to why he thinks she should not go to this date.

But, why did he not do that?

Why did he lash out and spat those hurtful things to her?

Even Bucky himself was not sure why.

After that Bucky spent the rest of the night at the gym, and this was the third punching bag that he had completely destroyed. He could see his girlfriend coming in from the corner of his eyes, with an emergency kit in her hand.

She sat at a nearby bench before, "Bucky sweetheart, come here." Gail softly asked him sit with her.

Despite the grunts and gruffs that slipped from his lips, he still obeyed her; though partially was because she had been sternly staring at him.

Gail gently remove his boxing glove of his right hand, then lo and behold his knuckles was crushed and bloodied.

"The wrappings is there for a reason, you know?" She knew he would this; especially when he is guided by rage. Bucky remained silent, knowing that if he did not control his anger first; then he would probably do the same thing he did to Y/N again.

There was a comfortable silence as Gail was tending his wounds. Bucky looked down at her, focusing on cleaning the wounds. She was always careful and tender while handling Bucky; as if she was taking care of a child.

"You love her, don't you?" Gail calmly asked as she started to wrap Bucky's hand.

The question caught him by surprise, "What do you mean?"

She chuckled softly, "y/n. You love her. Am I right?" she reclarify.

It didn't need a genius to figure out how Bucky truly feels about Y/N. Even if he himself if not aware of his own feelings.

But she can see right through him.

She noticed how attentive was Bucky towards y/n. How he looked at her; like she's his whole world. How every single thing he does somehow relates back to Y/N; and he cannot go by a day without mentioning her name in their any conversation. How peaceful looked when y/n is anywhere near him.

She noticed every single one of those detail.

"Of couse, I do. It's y/n we're talking about here." Bucky replied as-matter-of-factly. Though there was some truth in his answer but it was not all.

Gail shook her head lightly as she holds Bucky's wounded hand in hers, "No, Bucky. You love her." Her brows crunched into a pleading curve as her gaze turned gentle.

Bucky frowned in confusion; he looked down at his hand where her thumb caressing his knuckles and he thought back all the moments he spent with y/n.

From the very first day he met her, on those nights she stayed with him, through thick and thin, her eyes on his, her smile on his cheek, her laugh in his arms, her voice in his ears, her skin on left arm, everything flashed through him so fast until a single moment when he realizes.

"I love her."

Gail recognized the glint his eyes, "And she loves you too, Buck." She coaxed.

The frown on his face turned into a shock as she spoke. Even if Y/N does love him, what does that mean?

"What are you saying?"

"Go." Her voice were somehow calmer than she was supposed to speak in such a dire situation.

Bucky knew what she meant; he knew what those eyes were telling him, "Gail, you--"

She cut him before he could say anything, "We did agree to see where will this take us..." her smiled was somehow bitter-sweet, "And I guess this is our end of the line."

A hit of pain struck Bucky's heart, "You don't have to do this." His left hand raised to tenderly cupped her cheeks; it was warm. Unlike his winter cold hand, she was warm. Like the soft heat from the morning sun.

She placed her hand on top of his as she craved a reassuring smile, "I want to."

And that broke Bucky's heart. And it broke for her.

He loved Gail.

All the feelings he felt for her was real. As real as the feelings he felt for Y/N. The only difference was he didn't realized he was in love with Y/N, but he did with Gail.

"And to be honest, I'm not sure I can keep up with the emotional commitments, I'm always M.I.A and lost in my own head..."

As Gail starts to ramble, Bucky wasn't hearing any of it. His eyes stings and his vision blurred.

There was only so much any man can handle.

There was joy in realizing his was in love with Y/N but there was also agony in knowing he had to break Gail's heart. Unable to hold back his emotions anymore, his tears finally broke out.

She was prepared not to cry today but seeing Bucky like this; who wouldn't tear up, right?

"Hey hey hey, I'll be okay. We'll be okay." She placed her palm on Bucky's cheeks, wiping away the tears with her thumb as she lead his gaze to her own.

"Bucky, listen to me. I don't want you feeling like you're alone." she cooed, her eyes had gotten glassy as tears filled within them. "You deserve so much more than what I can offer you, do you understand?" Bucky can simply nod as he feels like his voice will betray him.

"Good." Gail closed her eyes and leaned into a kiss. A soft innocent kiss on his forehead, as their tears fall on each other's bare skin, "Now, go get your girl."

<< Part I || Part III >>

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A/N: Feel free to leave some feedback behind! And what do you think of Gail? I thought it'd be nice to have a different characteristics for her instead of the cliche 'bitchy and rude' girlfriend.

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Today we have the second part to our long fic rec list! These fics are all 100k words or more. If you missed the first part to this rec list, you can check it out here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

1) The Rose of Whitechapel | Mature | 100,181 words

Jack the Ripper AU - Detective Constable Harry Styles and his partner, DC Liam Payne, lead the case on the Whitechapel murders. Louis Tomlinson, the Rose of Whitechapel, is harbouring secrets of his own, along with a dark and sordid past. When their paths cross, truths are revealed, and perhaps hearts are mended… A darkness is brewing, and it’s finally come to collect on the promise it was made.

2) The Maddest Obsession | Explicit | 100,974 words

One fears the dark. One rules it. Harry Styles, the dangerous mob enforcer, finds himself entangled with Louis, the strong-willed mafia-princess. As they navigate the treacherous underworld of New York, their forbidden love sparks a deadly game of loyalty, betrayal, and passion. Will their devotion to each other overcome the chaos surrounding them, or will their love be their downfall?

3) Shadow Dances | Mature | 101,591 words

Louis Tomlinson has a begrudging gift, he’s able to communicate with the spirits of the dead. Often against his will, and almost always at the most inconvenient of times. He and his partner, Zayn Malik, work for a covert division of the New Haven Federal Bureau of Investigations. They aid in all kinds of cases, though their talents lie in the obscure and unsolvable. It’s when a strange new case falls onto their desks that they’re left questioning the extent of their abilities, and whether they were ever truly alone. Harry Styles was brought into the FBI for not only his skills, but his ability to mitigate the influx of spirits surrounding the elusive and obnoxiously infuriating sharp-tongued medium he’d been assigned to. Louis gets under his skin, he’s impulsive and a risk to the team according to Harry. They do however have to find a way to set aside their sordid history, and their reluctant attraction, to track down the murderer plaguing their coastal city.

4) Billow And Breeze (Islands And Seas) | Explicit | 102,506 words

It was bright; that was the first thing Louis could recall. With a groan, he winced at the throbbing behind the sockets of his eyes and rubbed his temples in an effort to soothe the pain. Maybe he really did hit his head when he took his tumble. The omega squinted as he looked at the surrounding rolling hills and fog hanging over the countryside. As strange as it was, the world felt different, though it looked practically the same. Disoriented and confused, Louis padded through the moss and listened for his husband. “Liam?” he croaked shakily. Nothing but a symphony of woodland creatures met his ears. His footsteps were muted by mossy green grass beneath his feet and soil fragrant as he neared the crest of the hill. At the top, he froze, lips parted in horror and eyes widening at the expanse of empty farmland—not a soul in sight. It had only been less than ten minutes prior that he could see Inverness from the crest, but now there was nothing. “Impossible,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief—his mind not quite able to make sense of it.

5) Praise the Mutilated World | Explicit | 106,668 words 

An enemies to lovers dystopian au where Harry is an elite alpha and Louis is a rebel omega with too much to fight for. Every move made is monitored, and a fertile omega’s purpose in life is one thing: to give children to their alpha.

6) My Kind Of Love | General Audiences | 108,178 words

Harry marries Louis for one year. Louis has no choice other than marry Harry fucking styles. There is a reason behind Harry’s sudden marriage with Louis and Louis has no idea about that. Maybe Harry married Louis for revenge.

7) Only You And Me | Not Rated | 109,836 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Louis goes on with his life after Harry, he hopes Harry comes back to him but is also on the search for something new. Will Harry reach out to Louis, or will Louis get over him and find something better?

8) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words

Giving up and letting them think they’re right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson’s mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

9) Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) | Mature | 119,264 words

Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.

10) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126,057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

11) Chandeliers And Fake Smiles | Mature | 145,010 words

On the brink of winning their first Grammy; up-and-coming rock band One Direction find themselves in the midst of the biggest scandal of their career - right before tickets for their world tour go on sale. in order to save their reputation, Louis Tomlinson must find it in his heart to forgive pop singer and heartthrob Harry Styles after his first impression rubbed him entirely the wrong way. after all, they cannot sell a relationship if it looks like they hate each other.

12) Buy Me Purple Flowers First | Teen & Up | 157,728 words

Louis Tomlinson is a 24-year-old rock star who tends to be rebellious and known as a “brat” in the extended media. The Omega has yet to find a mate and has no interests in being in a committed relationship. Harry Styles is a 22-year-old Alpha Bodyguard known for his past of protecting some of the most important politicians and musicians of their time. He has settled on a temporary job as a favour of a friend to look after the famous Louis Tomlinson to finish the leg of his European tour.

13) How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) | Explicit | 157,805 words

Harry was watching her go, unable to meet Louis’ eyes again now that they were alone, and that’s how he saw him when the young boy leaned around Jay to peer at his mum and Harry. Harry’s jaw went slack, his mouth falling open in disbelief when two green orbs identical to his own found him and stared unwaveringly calm into Harry’s sunglasses-covered face. His small features were undeniably close to Louis’. Their noses, their lips, even their brow line was the same, but the pup’s eyes were an eerily familiar shade of emerald, and much rounder than Louis’. His hair fell in dark ringlets around his small face, which was also much too round to really say the child looked like Louis, despite the similar features. Harry sputtered when his alpha roared in his chest that Harry should follow the kid–should protect his pup. But there was no fucking way.

14) Charmed | Mature | 163944 words

Louis had always felt he was different, but he had never understood why. At least until one particular event devasted hum, turning his life upside down forever and bringing to the surface a past he didn’t know, a present he thought he knew, and a series of unexpected events that will trigger the beginning of a future he’s not sure he wants to live.

15) Sewn Into You | Explicit | 167,486 words

Harry Styles thinks soulmates are a fairytale, or in other words-a lie. He has no interest in entertaining anything that has anything to do with the very name that had been etched along his collarbone since his eighteenth birthday. Louis Tomlinson won’t be answering to another alpha for the rest of his life if he can help it. Fuck happy endings, his soul mate can choke on it. Problem is, Harry needs a personal assistant to save his family’s business, Louis needs the cash to officially move off of his childhood best-friend’s couch. They can manage. Surely, nothing will go wrong.

16) Don’t Let It (Me) Break | Explicit | 168,297 words

The one where Harry is oblivious, Louis is broken, Zayn and Liam are in love, Gemma and Lottie are lovely, and Niall is just waiting for everyone to get their shit together.

17) Non-Disclosure | Mature | 170,219 words

Being a world class Director, producing some of the best rated Romance movies to date, Louis was easily a sucker for the ‘Happy Ever After’. Except, in a world where he pretends and imagines true love. He was stuck inbetween what he thought was the love of his life and everything trying to stop them. “I did a lot of thinking when I was gone and every scenario I came up with ended with you. I’m fucking scared and I have no idea what will happen from now but I’d risk it all, if you could promise me a lifetime”

18) You Smell Like | Explicit | 185,369 words

The one where Louis is the Alpha’s mate and everyone is aware of it except for Louis and Harry. Go figure!

19) Three Days in February | Explicit | 187,642 words

How close is too close? Harry and Louis are about to find out after a drunken night leaves Louis cursed. With only a week before tour starts, the race is on to fix things before they lose Louis forever. Oh, and Harry has to keep his long-time crush on Louis a secret while the lad can literally hear his thoughts. Easy, right?

20) Collision | Not Rated | 226,294 words

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

21) Truth Behind Golden Eyes | Explicit | 228,727 words 

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

22) Join Me In The Afterlife | Explicit | 262,289 words

Louis is a simple guy - all he wants from his summer break is to spend some quality time with his mother, get to know her new husband, and learn to play the guitar. Nothing out of the ordinary, that is for sure. However, life has a funny way of working and when Louis finds a strange boy sitting on his bed one sunny day, his summer break takes a turn for the better (or worse) when he discovers a ghost has stolen his heart from the get-go.

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Twisted Love

summary: as we know, im a bit of a gremlin. i take ur asks and fucking add my own spin. here we are. its like a “joel edges reader, reader accidentally comes” with SUPER dark twists. let me know what you think. feel free to (gently) yell at me because honestly @breakfastatjoels is the only reason i decided to post (love you dee)

pairing: dark! joel x reader

wordcount: 2.3k

warnings: survivalism, dubcon, dark!joel, edging, dom/sub dynamics, pussy slapping, very out of my comfort zone writing this, stockholm syndrome, this joel is everything husband joel is not. hes a dick please dont acc be in these kinds of relationships, swearing (no bc me being a smartass and adding swearing as if its worse than STOCKHOLM SYNDROME), choking, slapping, passing out and keep going, somno? i think?, dacryphilia, he’s a genuine fucking asshole

A/N: please be warned that this is not a vanilla smut fic, it follows some super dark themes. unlike my other fics, no “soft” joel, or aftercare; no checking in or wiping tears. also forewarning, i do not support relationships that are in fact like this. i am not glorifying sa or abuse. dont want any anons in my inbox tearing me a new one. 

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Four hours. You’d been tied to the bed spreadeagle for four hours. Your wrists and ankles had chafed, you’d nearly lost your voice, and you couldn’t seem to stop trembling.

Joel had one hand on your stomach, pressing down, and another between your legs, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm only to pull away at the last second to watch you buck your hips into thin air, chasing friction, as your high ebbed away again. And then he would start again. And again. And again.

By now, you were gone. Your mind had long been wiped clean of coherent thought. Broken moans and whines escaped you as you tried to beg despite having seemingly forgotten the ability to articulate yourself - you could barely manage short gasps of breath in between sobs; words were proving to be near-impossible. 

A dizzying chant of Joel, Joel, Joel, took up your mind as he wrenched his fingers out of you once again, just a second too late to accomplish what he wanted. No; in your desperate, hyper-sensitive state, that split second alone was enough to send you into a  spiral: toes-curling, back-arching and your breath coming in sharp gasps as an orgasm that had your vision whiting out for a few seconds washes over you.

Joel glared down at you, the vision barely registering to you past the buzz of euphoria, eyes rolling back as reality faded away. He gripped your jaw then, snapping you out of the daze by bringing a hand down on your cunt, repeatedly striking the sensitive folds, the painful sting heightened by your orgasm. 

 At the pitiful groans of protest and the way your legs contorted against the bindings to fall into themselves; instinct taking over to protect you from his merciless assault, he rolled his eyes with a huff. 

“Y’gonna be a brat? Be a fuckin’ brat. ‘M not wastin’ my time on a girl that can’t behave.” 

Snapping his switchblade open, he leaned down to rip through your restraints before turning and walking out of the room without another word.

That had been a week ago. You had spent an hour curled in on yourself, numb in disbelief that he’d just left. You hadn’t meant to go against his wishes, your body had just taken over and practically pushed you over the edge. You knew the deal-  of course you did, it was seared into your fucking mind- it’s what kept you alive. 

It was an offer he had spat at you with a blade pressed to your neck, a decree that signed your body over to him. He’d let you live and keep you alive, and in return all you had to do was obey him; be his “good little girl”, as he put it. All you had to do in exchange for your safety was listen to him, do what he told you to. 

A paralyzing fear had gripped you since that day you had accidentally defied him, death looming over your head like a guillotine you couldn’t quite see just yet but knew was inevitably coming. 

You’d hated the arrangement at first, resisting it; resisting him. But once he had made it abundantly clear that there was no way for you to leave, nowhere you could go, you found yourself fighting back less. Life had already been so long, taken so much from you already. You’d never have to worry again. He’d keep you safe. Despite his inherent brutality, he took care of you; more care than anyone else had taken since the world went to shit. He made sure you ate enough, slept in better spots, showers. When you had nightmares, he’d set a bruising pace against you and rut until your head emptied of every thought but his. 

Your disdain for him faded over time, and you began craving him. You wanted him under your skin, you wanted to feel him and nothing else, to be reduced to a mindless mess as damp sheets clung to your skin. Wanted his bites and bruises, wanted his grip on your thighs, your waist, your neck. Slowly, you wanted him. A twisted love characterised by dizzying need for him to rip you apart and put you back together infected your mind. To be with you, hold you, praise you. And you were perfect for him as a result, wanting nothing but to keep him happy. 

He, however, hadn’t so much as looked at you all week. If he said anything, it was bit out in your general direction as an afterthought; an inconvenience. It was like he’d stopped caring where you were, how you were. Pent up and needing him, needing to feel the scrapes of his callouses against your skin, his teeth nipping your flesh, you simply endured it all fearfully. Your arrangement had gone on long enough that you genuinely did not know if he would follow through - but you’d seen enough of what he was capable of not to risk it. You may have your own infatuation with the man, but you weren’t stupid. When he stood jaw clenched, shoulders tense, and with that crazed glint in his eye, you did not speak to him; your self-preserving habit of pointing out his tells blaring at you to run. If you so much as stepped too close to him on days like these, you’d see how blown out his pupils were, how his face was set in an expression that made it difficult to identify him, before he’d pin you to the nearest wall and use his mouth, fingers, cock, blade handle, beer bottle and makeshift toys on you until you passed out, and then he’d keep going until exhaustion overtook him. Which, for a man that size, often took over a day. 

So you settled for trying your best to impress him. Wore that dress he liked, did your hair in a ponytail because you knew it made his fingers itch to tug at it, painted your lips with a shadow of red and just followed him like a lost puppy, without stopping or complaining once. Didn’t matter how many gashes you got on your hands and knees from getting your foot caught on sharp edges or rocks he didn’t warn you of anymore, didn’t matter how hungry or thirsty you were with him neglecting to pass the canteen back to you, didn’t matter how badly his biting comments hurt you or how many tears filled your eyes, you followed him without complaint.  

But it had been a week, and your resolve had started to break. If he was going to kill you, he had to do it now. The buildup, the constant fear, the desperation to impress him, the cuts and bruises now littering your body, the hungry ache in your stomach - they all reached a point where your knees just buckled, and you just couldn’t. Joel was ahead of you, still trudging on without so much as glancing in your direction, not even after the pathetic wail that sounded from you as you fell to your knees. Gasping out his name, wincing at the rasp of your voice from the disuse, you watched his steps falter as he looked at you over his shoulder, and kept walking. 

“No, no, no, please Joel, please.” Tears began streaming down your face, your body shaking with the force of the devastation sweeping through you as you began crawling after him. This made him stop and turn, brow raised and mouth set in a cruel smile as he took in your form. He took slow, deliberate strides to where you lay on the ground, elbows given out, and looked down at you. 

“Please, what?” His dark eyes were glittering as he smirked at you, watching you crumble before his very eyes. 

“No more. ‘M sorry, I’m so sorry I won’t ever go against what you say again. Didn’t mean to come - it just happened n’ I couldn’t stop it. I’ve been so good for years, Joel. I’m s-sorry, please I’m so sorry.” Cheeks burning hot with humiliation, you could barely meet his gaze as you began begging the man you’d sworn to kill when you first met him. Begged him to take care of you, to forgive you. 

He crouched low, reaching a hand out to tip your chin up and meet your eyes. 

“Need me?” A jeering, boisterous laugh. “Do ya, now?” At your nod, he snorted. “You forget who’s in control -once, just once - I fuckin’ leave you then and there. Clear?” Another nod. “Take what I give you this time.” Not a question, but you find yourself nodding feverishly anyways, making his lips twitch as he grasped you and lifted you into his arms the rest of the way. 

Joel spotted a cabin while trudging through the rough terrain, your hands around his neck and torso flush against his chest as you hung limp in his arms, half-asleep. Deciding to settle there for the night, he barely took a minute to scout the place out before he was making his way to the bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed before turning to strip his flannel and trousers off. Watching you blink in confusion as you started to wake up, he scoffed, tangling a hand in your hair, flipping you onto yoru back, and yanking your head to the edge of the bed. 

Giving you no time to brace yourself, Joel shoved the blunt head of his cock between your lips, working your jaw open as he starting using your mouth. One of hands came to rest on your exposed neck, putting enough pressure to feel himself moving in and out of your throat, while the other gripped the edge of the bed next to your head, intermittently coming up to slap your tits, your stomach, your thighs - anywhere he could reach. The sounds of your garbled choking and gasping filled the room, Joel using your mouth like a fleshlight. 

Refusing you a single second of reprieve to get your breath, he kept rocking his hips until you were lightheaded and there were spots in your vision, consciousness fading. When he glanced down and realised you were about to pass out, he pulled himself flush against your mouth and stayed there, drool and spit spluttering from your nose as you struggled to accommodate him, struggling against him until you blacked out. 

When you came to, you were lying on your stomach, hair still in Joel’s grip and head held back. Your hands were tied to the headboard in front of you with the underwear you had been wearing all day, and his fingers were bruising your waist in his grip as he pounded into you from behind. 

You could feel that you had lost some time. Come and blood streaked all over your jaw, neck and chest, and you could feel some drying on your back, thighs and stomach as well. Moreover, you were drenched. Covered from head to toe in a mixture of blood, sweat, saliva and cum. You could see skin on your chest and stomach swollen and red, broken by his teeth, which had left permanent indents into the flesh. Blinking steadily, you realised that the sun was up, the room bathed in the first few rays of dawn. 

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” His rasp from behind you had a shudder dancing down your spine, straightening up slightly. You could barely sob your response - the new angle had your eyes rolling back, and you could feel yourself being jolted up the bed by the sheer force of his thrusts into you. 

Feeling the muscles of your stomach tense, you hardly had the rationality to start babbling a half-understandable “Gonna cum, ‘m g-mmh-cum,” before feeling him shift his hand on your hip to move it between your legs, swiping over your clit with just enough pressure to bring you to your peak - before he leaned down to snarl into your ear. 

“Don’t come.” At your whimper, he laughed. “Y’wanna live? Be good f’me? Don’t you dare fucking come.” You felt your muscles lock up, a pitiful whine leaving your mouth as you staved off your orgasm, tensing so hard against it that your whole body hurt. Your legs were shaking with the force of holding off, and you felt Joel smile into your shoulder in approval before he moved his arm under your thigh, lifting it as the strength of his hips snapping into yours increased, making you scream when his fingers returned to your folds. 

He reveled in the wails that were piercing the silence of the room, at the force with which you began convulsing in the effort to obey him. Sucking a bruise into the skin behind your ear, he let you suffer for a few more plunges of his tip into your cervix until he felt his own climax fast approaching, uttering a permissive “Come,” until you were gripping him so hard his vision whited out for a few moments. Watching your hand come around to the back of his head, body trembling as you moaned low and near-pained next to him, he stayed inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and stepping into his jeans immediately, watching you collapse onto the bed from overexertion. 

He just reached across the bed to twist a particularly large bruise between his index finger and thumb, savoring your squeak of fear and the tears streaming down your face. 

“Best get cleaned up quick. We gotta lot’a ground to cover today.” And with that, he was walking out again. At least this time, you knew he’d keep you around. 

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Dream SMP Season 2 idea:

Pandora's Vault exists, still. It is half sunk into the sea, very obviously an old ruin, and there's something - off, about the place.

It's not just a building any more, of course. It's old, filled with pain, haunted. Things this old have their own kind of intelligence, change and evolve into something else.

It's a dungeon now. Filled with monsters, traps, loot, a boss. Filled with things best left undisturbed, if you ask anyone wise.

c!Tommy, enthralled by the idea of loot, is not wise. c!Dream, enthralled by the idea of secrets, is also not wise.

c!Philza, a strange old man who lives alone and seems to know more than everyone else (not that he ever opens his mouth to talk about it), warns them away. They do not listen.

The dungeon is indeed dangerous; once they step in, the entranceway disappears behind them, trapping them inside. There are traps, chests of loot, and monsters - constant Mining Fatigue makes it impossible to carve their own path through, so they're forced to navigate the shifting hallways.

There are crawling black-purple vines and thorns everywhere, lingering remnants of red but that colour has been bled out of them, appropriated for another master. These vines get thicker the closer to the centre they get.

At some point, c!Dream loses c!Tommy in the criss-crossing and confusing platforms and walk ways - he can't quite recall when or how it happened, though.

The boss chamber is in the very centre of the Vault, and there he is, the spider in the middle of the web: huge and tall, oversized the way many bosses are (according to Philza), gold-trimmed netherite armour and a gleaming trident, he looks a bit like a creeper hybrid but if he ever was one that was long ago; he's something else now.

The boss is surrounded by black-purple vines, and they pierce through him, trailing from him as though he were struck through with a dozen harpoons. Like so many chains, they hold him here - he is as much the master of this dungeon as he is its captive. Total control, but only within, and he cannot leave.

He does not want to leave - this place is his. His prison, his home.

"So, you've come back to where you belong," the boss says.

"I've been waiting for you," the boss says.

"I knew you couldn't stay away forever," the boss says.

"You belong here," the boss says.

c!Dream would like it to be known that at this point he has quite had enough of this dungeon, is wishing he'd listened to Philza when he'd said to stay away, and that his whole body hurts as his flesh remembers what his mind has forgotten. The haunting is an open, unhealed wound.

"Hahhh, no, I'm leaving," c!Dream says, distracted, as he tries to figure out an optimal path over the lava lake, where he should leap on the deepslate and netherite rocks and platforms to make it to the door on the opposite side of the room. The boss, surely, will try to stop him, but c!Dream is fast and surefooted - he can dodge any attacks. He thinks.

"You will not escape," the boss vows, which c!Dream is very much not a fan of.

"You have no right to keep me here!" he says as he sets off running, leaping for the first stepping stone above the scorching lava and using his momentum to carry him to the next. He's got a long way to go.

This seems to utterly incense the boss, striking some deep nerve and causing the very walls to shake with his fury as he turns to try to snatch c!Dream.

"I am the Master of this Vault!" the boss roars. "I am the Warden."

The boss room is nothing but a huge cell, the vines of the boss' power spread so perfectly throughout the dungeon in turn chaining him there. Above, c!Dream can see c!Tommy hovering in the open entranceway he's aiming for, frozen with his crossbow out.

As he flies through the boss room and tries to reach the door, c!Dream shouts back the truth that he knows, welling up from somewhere deep inside that only his nightmares can touch:

"But you're not, you're the prisoner."

[madwomansapologist]

NFWMB | shan yu

Navigation | More Shan Yu | AO3

synopsis: After a tiring day, all you wanted was to sleep. To dream, to rest, until you were ready for another day. You weren't expecting for the turning your night would have.

warnings: fluff then hurt/comfort. chocking. stabbing. violence. torture. murder couple. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020) yandere!shan yu. female!reader.

It's been a long day. A rough week. Alright, those past few months were complicated.

All you wanted was to sleep. Since you woke up, all your mind desired was to come back to the warmth of your bed. Truth be told, every person you talked to were nothing but a distraction from your tiredness. Travelling with a army isn't easy or comfortable, nor it's to have so many daily tasks.

You have knife combat training sessions at dawn. After that, you need to face the fact that you're still struggling with economics. Don't matter who's your teacher, it always takes longer for you to understand any subject of it. And all those weeks learning about strategy got you a permanent chair during generals meeting.

Even exausted, you did your best. But as soon as the troop's commander gave in to the argument of one of the generals, you understood that you reached your limit.

The perspective of finally doing what you wanted bad, which was to sleep the night away, touched your heart with a expanding peace. Your entire body was numb, nothing in it had enough strength to continue.

In front of your dresser, you struggled to undo your braid. The door creaked, and you didn't need to look to know who was approaching. Shan Yu smells like steel. Impossible not to recognize.

As Shan Yu got closer, you saw him on the mirror. And that ruthless man, a breathing promise of violence to anyone who dares stand on his way, smiled to you.

You let go of your hair, and transferred your attention to the rings adorning your fingers. "Care to help me?"

His cold, forever cold, fingers held the base of your neck. With a tender squeeze, Shan Yu's hands slid down to undo the braid. How can such a big man be so delicate? It will never stop surprising you. How the hand that cuts others is the same that strokes you.

"You honor me, my moon," Shan Yu kissed your scalp. He kept his face resting on you, just breathing in your essence. After a moment, he worked on the pins. Carefully, he took all of them from your head.

Meanwhile, you worked on taking off your earrings and necklace. Lighter than when you entered the carriage, you didn't even realize that you had melted against Shan Yu's touch. This was already a common occurrence. A touch with Shan Yu is never just a touch, it is always something closer to worship.

When Shan Yu first saw you, the end was soon. As he leave you behind, a sweet taste found a home on his tongue. A incessant desire that would never leave him. Now, when Shan Yu touches you, he holds you.

You held his hands, and pulled them towards your mouth. You kissed his knuckles, enjoying the way he too melts against you, and closed your eyes. Silence came, but quickly you decided to break it. "You have much to do?"

"Not until dawn," Shan Yu answered. "Are you going to bed already?"

You let go of his hands, nodding. Shan Yu rested his hands on your shoulders, and his long fingers slid across your collarbone. His affection is always like this, natural. Genuine. "Then can you help me with something?"

"Anything."

Looking into his falcon eyes, you smirked at his eagerness. "What do you think about exhausting me?"

Shan Yu's chuckle was just what you wanted to hear. His fingers tightened on your collarbone, his yellow eyes becoming sharper. "You little devilish thing," he whispered.

You laugh. "Thought I was your moon."

"You are everything," Shan Yu's fingers returned to the base of your neck. They slid through your hair, squeezing. The gesture caused the good kind of pain. "It all depends on your humor."

“Want to find out what my humor is for tonight?” You turned in your chair, now looking him in the face. Your fingers slid over the lace that kept your clothes attached to your body. "Or would you prefer to keep on debating?"

Shan Yu held your fingers, stopping you from continuing. "You're cold," he said. You agreed. "Let me light the fire. Can you wait, my devilish thing?"

And he's right. Not about the devilish part, but about the my. Shan Yu really owns you. Not because he's stronger than you or anything like that, but because everyday you can only chose to be his. The part of you that matters, maybe even the rest, they all belongs to him.

Still, you rolled your eyes. "I'm not sure if I can."

As soon as Shan Yu got out of the carriage to fetch firewood, you ran to the bathroom. Your insides feel all warm and hazy.

You spent a few seconds trying to get your hair to look right. At the same time as you wanted to see Shan Yu's reaction to entering the carriage to find you naked, you also wanted to feel his hands removing fabric by fabric from your body.

Maybe it took you a long time to decide on the second option, because you were approaching the bed when the door opened again. "It was only a joke," you said as you pulled the sheets off the bed. "You didn't need to run."

Shan Yu's silence wasn't something unusual, but as the seconds went furrowed brows replaced the smug smile on your face. Then it hits you. It didn't smell like him.

You were quick to pull the dagger from its hiding place, but so was the chinese soldier who charged at you. In a matter of seconds, your head hit the bedside table and hands clasped your neck.

But you weren't helplessness. As he pushed the air out of your lungs, you stabbed the figure above you. Warm blood gushed over you, but he didn't stop. And because the man didn't stop, neither did you.

The dagger continued to come in and out. Your arm burned, your fingers ache, your throat felt like it was being torn apart: you just kept going.

Until the weight above you disappeared.

For a while you were only able to cough. Holding your throat, as if your hands alone would be able to heal your pain, you struggled to breathe. Your head was spinning, and your body had never been so exhausted.

Then your hearing started working again. And as the shrill whistle faded, the dry sound dominated the place that was once so safe. And the sound, that raw sound, was of bones clashing.

Shan Yu's fists were raw. The skin was torn apart. And no matter how unrecognizable the face of the being that attacked you was, how much he bled and begged for mercy, Shan Yu continued to punch him again and again.

“Shan Yu…” you breathed. Tears ran down your face. "My sun..."

As Shan Yu looked at you, covered in blood and with colorless skin, he stopped.

He turned away from the soldier, and for a moment he was nothing more than a worried animal. His bloody hands held your face, and when you felt his touch... you broke down.

You didn't know what to expect, you couldn't think, you couldn't move. All you did was to sob, shaking in between his hands. You held him, your nails digging on the skin of his forearm, eyes unable to function.

When the soldier whimpered on the floor, you both looked at him. How was he still alive? You stabbed him endless times, Shan Yu beat him until all he could see was red. And he was still alive.

Shan Yu stroked your hair, and that made you look deep into his eyes. You saw a certainty, a determination that couldn't be stopped by anyone. Anyone but you.

"Would it warm you?" Shan Yu whispered to you. The world was reduced to you both. "If the world ended in flames, would it warm you?"

And you understood. As if you both were one. Because maybe you are. Your sun, his moon. Maybe you both are one, and maybe that's why you understood him so well.

"Do it," you told him. But you didn't need to. Shan Yu could see it in your eyes. He saw the moment you decided to agree. "Have your fun."

With a care that no one would expect from a man with bloody fists, Shan Yu carried you to the bed. Not caring about the blood, only about the fact that it wasn't yours, Shan Yu covered you. He kissed your forehead, your lips, your blood-stained hands.

From the ground, the man was lifted up by a Shan Yu burning with hatred. And instead of hurting him, killing him once and for all, Shan Yu dragged him to the healers.

The man will live. Not for long, but long enough. Enough for him to become an example. Enough for him to regret not killing himself when he had a chance.

This time you were the one watching. And Shan Yu does know how to make a show.

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Hello, I've read your og of Crewle daughter and seeing that their are half far, and I assume that includes with OG and Restoration Crewle daughter, and while reading the latest period thing

I thing OG just stayed at school/home and have her heat/period managed, but what about Restoration Crewle daughter? Like she needs her father or grandparents help with it as when it happens she gets really sick but also get very dizzy to the point that they bearly even walk?

Just Crewle and possibly future mate like Leona, Vil, and octo trio when the times happen?

Period Pain Restoration Crewel Daughter Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it before but OG Crewel Daughter is kind of a gray existence. Half-fae, full human, part-dragon. It doesn’t really matter. No matter what, you are very secretive and protective about that week. Wouldn’t want anyone thinking there was a week of opportunities.

Restoration Crewel Daughter is even better at this.

This shouldn’t be a family affair…but because your father is Divus Crewel it is. He puts the entire property on lockdown, the dogs on patrol, and his magic prepared to curse any and all who enter the property. And of course as a single father he’s navigating this with you as uncharted terrain. So you let him do his thing while you do yours; managing you’re pain and flow.

With time you genuinely will be able to fair well enough on your own. Surely the Princess Academy wouldn’t appreciate your father making a trip everytime of the month. But even if you were to ever start dating you wouldn’t want you’re boyfriend helping you much. That’d be embarrassing.

But if they can survive all of that and your untriggered anger, they’d love to be with you and prove how helpful they can be:

Leona Kingscholar

Encourages you to sleep with him

You’ll glare and he’ll cuddle up to you 

He can handle some blood

But his biggest focus is surviving your father

Who is no doubt adding spines to the whip he chases him around with

Vil Schoenheit 

Knows you definitely aren’t using current remedies

So he’ll make sure you get the best of the best

Now he’d love to cuddle up to you but you’re father let him on very specific terms

And he wouldn’t want to break that trust

At least until he has a ring on your finger

Azul Ashengrotto

Is almost too nervous to uphold his end of the deal

But when he sees you in any discomfort

He wants to try 

But don’t mind him being squeamish about blood

Last he checked that means death and he can’t have you dying on him

Jade Leech

Is also let in on specific terms

All types of mushrooms and underwater remedies to help you out

Plus moral support he prefers to be sitting beside you 

Because your father’s leering eye through the door makes it impossible to relax

Floyd Leech

Is curious as to why you’re father’s upping the ante

But he doesn’t mind the chase 

Too bad you can’t join

But at least you’ll let him cuddle a bit

[todorokis-girl]

Getting back with your ex? - Suna Rintarou (pt 2, Final Part)

(Part 1) After a painful breakup and years apart, Y/N and Suna Rintarou are forced to work together again in the world of professional volleyball. When an unexpected injury and a work trip to Okinawa bring them closer, unresolved feelings and old wounds resurface. Amidst professional obligations and personal turmoil, they must navigate their complicated past and uncertain future. Can they overcome their history and find their way back to each other, or will the lingering pain keep them apart forever?

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“You’re a kid, you know that?” I look up from my computer and stare at a very angry Suna standing at my door. I raise my hand signalling him to stop, as I was in the middle of a meeting. He tensed his jaw and closed the door, standing very menicengly by the door. 

I took a shaky breath turning back to my meeting “Everything we’ve discussed sounds perfect, I currently have a bit of a situation with one of my players; if we could re schedule?” The man on the other side nooded “I will tell my secretary” 

“What do you want Suna, I have work to do” I turned to him at the door, attemting to keep the intimidation at bay. With Suna that was impossible, there was nothing more intimidating than his precence when he was angry. 

“What do I want? Nothing really, just kind of noticed I’m the only one with the privilage of having the teams sports promoter as my media manager also” I stared at him as he walked closeer to my desk and placing both his palms on the surface of it “any reason for that?” 

“I asked Kuroo to take over some of the interviews if he could”

“Some? Y/N I’m the only one having meetings with him! Don’t you think that affects *my* media presence?” 

“Since when do you even care about your media presence at all Suna? A couple of weeks ago you insisted no one cared about that stuff”

“Well I care now” 

“Look, Suna, it’s nothing personal. Kuroo is just trying to help lighten my workload. I get it, okay? I get that this is difficult for you, but I have to do what’s best for the team.”

“Is that what this is about? Or is it about us?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

“There is no ‘us,’ Suna,” I replied firmly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “That ship sailed a long time ago.”

He scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. “Is that what you really believe? Or are you just too scared to admit that maybe, just maybe, there’s still something between us?”

“What do you want from me Suna? I gave you my high school years, my fist college years and you had no time *me*, now, I don’t have time for *you*” I retorted, trying to keep my emotions in check. “It’s not about you. It’s about doing my job and making sure this team gets the media coverage they deserve.”

He shook his head, his jaw tensing. “Fine. If that’s how you want to play it, then we’ll keep it strictly professional.”

“Good,” I said, my voice tight with frustration. “That’s what’s best for everyone.”

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me standing there with a mix of relief and regret. I knew I had hurt him, but I couldn’t let my personal feelings get in the way of my responsibilities. I was already allowing it to take mor ethan it should, and having to admit that I was more hurt than I was willing to admit, I was still into him, I missed and damn it; I loved him. The acceptance of all of it drove me further down my rabbit hole than it should’ve 

I couldn’t help but replay our conversation in my mind. Suna had always been able to get under my skin, and today was no different. His ability to read me, and affect me continued as strong as ever and I hated it, I wanted to be over him and I wanted all of these emotions gone. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings and emails, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that things between Suna and me were far from resolved. I knew we would have to find a way to work together, but I wasn’t sure how long we could keep up this façade of professionalism.

As I drove home that evening, the events of the day replayed in my mind like a relentless loop. The tension with Suna had left me emotionally drained, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of my stomach.

The sun had already set by the time I pulled into my apartment complex. I parked the car and sat there for a moment, gathering my thoughts before stepping out into the cool evening air. I made my way up to my apartment, unlocking the door with a heavy sigh.

Inside, I dropped my bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes. The place was quiet and still, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. I headed straight for the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of water, trying to calm my nerves.

As I stood by the kitchen counter, staring out the window into the darkening sky, my mind raced with conflicting emotions. I couldn't deny that seeing Suna again had stirred up old feelings. The memories of our time together in high school and the pain of our breakup still haunted me.

It may sound pathetic, but I always though Suna would be the end for, we’d get married one day and be togther forever. Everyone though so, even Kita though we were perfect together; and even Kita was surprised when he saw the first couple of articles assuming that Suna had cheated on me. The dozens of calls I got from our old teammates and family was overwhelming and it was aconstant reminder and even pain to me that Suna didn’t think of me the way I thought of him. 

I wasn’t special to him, and I had given him everything I had. It had been 5 years since our breakup and here I was still drowning in it all. 

I heard my phone ring and picked it up withough checking the caller ID, when I want to speak I noticed I had been crying “Hello?”

“Y/N? You ok?” I heard Atsumu’s voice on the other side of the call and I allowed myself a subtle smile “Atsu, I’m ok, what’s up?”

“Osamu is over visiting and says he wants to see you, feel like seeing him? I said you see me every day, so you might not want to see him” 

“I always wanna see Osamu, why can’t he be the one of the team? who’s going?” There was a subtle silence before he continued 

“Just the three of us, Suna said he needed some alone time” 

“then sure, I miss Osamu” 

I arrived at the cafe where we agreed to meet, feeling a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Seeing Osamu and Atsumu always brought a sense of comfort and familiarity, especially after a tough day like today and especially when they were together. As I walked in, I spotted them sitting at a corner table, chatting and laughing. Osamu looked up and waved enthusiastically when he saw me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I saw Atsumu every day, sure, but I hadn’t seen him standing with Osamu in forever. From seeing them everyday for 3 years, to ocassionally was not ideal. 

“Y/N!” Osamu called out, his voice warm and welcoming.

I made my way over to them, the tension from earlier starting to ease. Atsumu got up to greet me with a hug, and I squeezed him tightly.

“Hey, Atsu,” I said softly.

He pulled back and looked at me with concern. “Are you okay? You seemed a bit off on the phone.”

“I’m fine,” I replied, trying to sound convincing. “Just had a long day at work.”

Atsumu gave me a knowing look, but didn’t press further. Instead, he gestured for me to sit down. Osamu scooted over to make room for me, and I settled into the chair gratefully.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” Osamu said, his voice full of sincerity.

“You too, Osamu,” I replied with a smile.

We spent the next couple of hours catching up, talking about everything from work to our old volleyball days. Osamu and Atsumu had always been like family to me, and being around them felt like coming home.

After a while, Atsumu excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving me alone with Osamu. He glanced at me with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Y/N, is everything okay with you and Suna?” he asked gently.

I sighed, feeling the weight of everything that had happened that day. “It’s....”

Osamu nodded in understanding. “He’s a good guy, you know. Just a bit stubborn sometimes.”

I chuckled softly. “Tell me about it.”

“He cares about you, Y/N,” Osamu continued. “plus, not to convince you; but Suna wasn’t always happy with his decision anyway, I can’t tell you whyhe did it, but I can tell you he didn’t like it”

I shook my head, feeling conflicted. “It’s not that simple, Osamu. I had my life planned with him, my career choice included”

“Sometimes messy is worth fighting for, one of you is gonna break, and I’m afraid of what it’s gonna be” he said quietly.

Before I could respond, Atsumu returned to the table, breaking the moment. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and shared memories. As we said our goodbyes and I headed home, I couldn’t help but think about what Osamu had said.

Osamu’s words echoed in my mind as I drove home from the cafe, the streetlights blurring into streaks of light against the dark canvas of the night sky. His concern and insight had struck a nerve, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions I had been trying so hard to suppress. My thoughts were a tangled mess, but I couldn’t afford to dwell on them. I had to pack an overnight bag for tomorrow’s grueling schedule. The first half of the day would be spent at the office in the training area, and the second half would see me on a plane to Okinawa as a favor to Kuroo. He had roped me into getting the team to agree to an interview on a local radio show.

The next morning, my stride into the gym was anxious and hurried. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Suna and the upcoming trip. I had already spent most of the morning buried in paperwork and drafting meeting notes for Kuroo to use in my absence.

“Coach! I just wanted to let you know I’ll be out for the week.” My voice carried across the gym as I approached him.

He turned from his clipboard and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. “Where will you be going?”

I tightened my grip on my bag and sighed. “Okinawa, and I hate that I’m going to such a beautiful place for work.” He nodded in understanding.

“Well, have fun,” he said with a chuckle. I laughed too, but before I could reply, a loud sneaker squeak followed by a heavy thump echoed through the gym. When I turned around, I saw Suna on the floor, clutching his knee.

“Oh my god.” I rushed over to him. He was writhing in pain, and my heart sank. This was bad, really bad. “Where’s Iwaizumi? He’s usually around, right?”

“I think he’s having lunch.” The response came from somewhere behind me, and I glanced up, my anxiety clearly showing. “Can someone, anyone, call him?” I turned back to Suna, watching helplessly as he continued to move around.

“Stop moving.” My voice wavered as I rummaged through my bag. I had never abandoned the habit of carrying first aid supplies, bandages, and sports tape from my managing days. They always felt essential.

It was taking me too long to find what I needed, and Suna’s constant movement was making me frantic. “Suna, stop moving.”

He didn’t listen. He needed to listen, or it was going to get worse. “Any news on Iwa?”

“He hasn’t picked up.”

Frustration boiled over, and I dumped everything from my bag onto the gym floor, creating a chaotic mess. “Suna. Fucking. Stop. Moving! You’re going to make it worse!”

I took a shaky breath, trying to calm myself down. Finally, I spotted the bandages and first aid supplies. I turned back to Suna, who looked up at me with worry etched across his face. This had the potential to be a career-ending injury or just a stupid sprain. The 50/50 split wasn’t comforting at all.

“You’re so lucky I still carry these around.” I carefully moved his knee pad off and applied balm to his knee. “This might hurt. I’m just gonna wrap it for support until Iwaizumi gets here, okay?” He nodded, and I proceeded to wrap the bandage around his knee.

If this hurt too much, it would make me worry even more.

Other than a couple of hissing sounds, he seemed to be relatively comfortable, the pain subsiding slightly. I sat back, watching him sit up, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a mixture of pain, gratitude, and something else in his gaze.

“You’ll be fine. It seems like a sprain, but Iwa can confirm.” He nodded again, his eyes never leaving mine.

A heavy silence settled between us, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions. His hand reached out, brushing lightly against mine. The simple touch sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the unresolved feelings that hung between us.

“Y/N...” he started, his voice soft and tinged with hope and regret.

Before he could continue, the gym door swung open, and Iwaizumi hurried in, his expression turning serious when he saw Suna on the floor.

“What happened?” Iwaizumi asked, quickly moving to Suna’s side to assess the injury.

“He fell during practice. I think it’s just a sprain, but I wrapped it for support,” I explained, stepping back to give Iwaizumi space.

Iwaizumi nodded, his hands already at work, gently examining Suna’s knee. I watched anxiously, biting my lip as I waited for his verdict. After a few moments, Iwaizumi looked up at me, a small smile of reassurance on his face.

“You did a good job, Y/N. It’s just a sprain. He’ll need to rest and ice it, but he should be fine.”

Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Suna’s eyes met mine again, and I could see the gratitude in his gaze. As Iwaizumi helped him up and guided him to the bench, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a turning point for us.

“Thank you,” Suna said quietly, his voice sincere.

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me despite the tension of the situation. “Just take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will,” he promised, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other.

As I turned to leave, Suna’s voice stopped me. “Y/N, wait.”

I looked back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah?”

“When will you be back?”

I hesitated, but then I replied. “Saturday. Why?”

“I just….be safe” I nodded and smiled “I will”

Suna’s eyes softened, and he smiled faintly. “and, Thank you.

His words lingered in the air as I made my way out of the gym, the emotions of the day weighing heavily on me. The thought of Suna’s vulnerability and the unspoken feelings between us stayed with me, making it hard to focus on the tasks at hand.

The flight to Okinawa was uneventful, but my mind was anything but calm. The beauty of the island, with its clear blue skies and turquoise waters, was lost on me as I navigated the business obligations that had brought me here. Interviews, meetings, and endless conversations filled my days, but my thoughts constantly drifted back to Suna.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. As the plane touched down and I disembarked, I felt a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. I was eager to see Suna again, to see if the hope I had felt was real or just a fleeting moment.

Back in Tokyo, the evening was cool and crisp. I made my way to the gym, my heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. As I entered, I saw Suna sitting on the bench, his knee still wrapped but looking much better.

He looked up as I approached, a small smile forming on his lips. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied, feeling a rush of emotions.

“How was Okinawa?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intense.

“Busy,” I admitted. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He stood up, his movements careful. “I’ve been thinking about you too. A lot.”

We stood there for a moment, the weight of our past and the uncertainty of our future hanging between us. Finally, Suna took a step closer, his eyes searching mine.

The gym was bustling with activity as the team prepared for their Saturday practice, a regular session that the coach believed was crucial for team building. I watched as Suna’s expression shifted from hopeful to resigned. The energy of the gym, usually so comforting and familiar, felt stifling now.

As I gathered my things, I couldn’t help but glance back at Suna. His eyes followed me, a mixture of longing and regret evident in his gaze. The silent tension between us was palpable, a reminder of all the unresolved emotions and unsaid words that hung heavy in the air.

Arriving home, I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter and stared out the window, my mind racing with thoughts of Suna and our complicated history. I walked over to the living room, sinking into the comfort of the couch. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a movie on repeat. Suna’s confession, his tender touch, and the raw vulnerability I had felt in that moment.

But along with those memories came the weight of reality. Our relationship had always been a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows. The love we shared was undeniable, but so were the challenges that had torn us apart.

I pulled out my phone and stared at Suna’s contact, my finger hovering over the call button. Should I reach out to him? Should I take that leap of faith and give us another chance?

A soft knock on the door made me jump. I opened my eyes to see Suna standing there, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He looked uncertain, vulnerable, a side of him I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Can we talk?” he asked softly.

I hesitated, my heart racing. But then I nodded, stepping aside to let him in. Suna walked in, his gaze searching mine as if seeking reassurance.

“Look, Y/N,” he began, his voice sincere. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for. But I needed you to know that...”

He paused, taking a deep breath.

“I still love you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never stopped.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the tears well up again. His words echoed the longing in my own heart, the ache of our shared history.

“I love you too, Suna,” I confessed, my voice breaking. “But it’s not that simple.”

He nodded, his expression pained yet understanding.

“I know,” he said softly. “I messed up. I made mistakes. But I want to make things right, Y/N. I want to try again, if you’ll let me.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and hope reflected in them. Despite everything, despite the pain and the uncertainty, I knew that Suna was the one I wanted to fight for. Our love had never been easy, but it had always been worth it.

“I want to try too,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. “But we have to take it slow, Suna. We have to be honest with each other.”

He nodded, stepping closer and pulling me into his arms. I melted against him, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his embrace.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” he promised, his voice filled with determination.

And in that moment, as we held each other in the quiet of my living room, I knew that no matter what lay ahead, we were finally on the path to healing, together.

“Then, I need you to tell me,” I said softly, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. He closed his eyes, already anticipating the question he knew I’d ask. “Why did you do this? Osamu and Atsumu are sure you didn’t want to, so why?”

Suna took a deep breath, his eyes opening to meet mine. They were filled with a mixture of regret and pain. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly.

“It was a mistake,” he began, his voice heavy with remorse. “Back then, I was so focused on my career, on making a name for myself. I thought I needed to sacrifice everything else, including us, to succeed.”

I listened quietly, my heart aching as he continued.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “I thought that by letting you go, I was protecting you from the chaos and uncertainty of my life. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, his expression one of deep sorrow.

“I didn’t realize until it was too late how much I was hurting you, and myself. I missed you every single day, but I was too stubborn, too proud to admit it. I didn’t want to face the reality that I had made the worst decision of my life.”

I reached out, taking his hand in mine. His grip tightened, as if he was afraid I would let go.

“Suna, I...” I struggled to find the right words. “I was devastated. I felt like I had lost everything. But hearing you say this, knowing that you regret it... it means a lot.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “I know I can’t change the past, but I want to make things right. I want to be with you, Y/N. I want to build a future together, if you’ll have me.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and hope there. Despite everything, despite the pain and the years apart, I still loved him. And I believed in second chances.

“We’ll take it one step at a time,” I said softly. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Suna pulled me into his arms again, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against mine, a comforting reminder that we were both alive, both ready to face whatever came next.

For the first time in years, I felt a glimmer of hope. We had a long road ahead of us, but as long as we faced it together, I knew we could overcome anything.

In the quiet of my living room, wrapped in Suna’s embrace, I allowed myself to believe in the possibility of a new beginning.

[synthetickitsune]

Warmth ✧ c.sc

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x reader Genre: fluff, comfort Summary: It's dark, inside and out. Some things are impossible to navigate alone, which fortunately is exactly what you're not. Word count: 2k Warnings: depression, implied suicidal thoughts

The pain comes in waves. It pulses like your heart - but not in sync with its beating. It fuels the disharmony, turns it into panic and disarray that rages inside of you. Why would your own head want to hurt you this much you can’t quite understand. You feel betrayed by your own body and mind. They’re supposed to protect you. Why is this pain necessary? It’s dull and numbing. It makes your heart and head ache, and yet you can live. Nobody has to know a thing. It’s the kind of pain you eventually learned to accept and move about your day with it, carrying it around. 

Only everything becomes a blur. Just a pale imitation of the real thing.

Nothing feels real. Not the walls and almost complete darkness around you, dispelled by a single candle, not the mattress under you, not the bed, not your breathing. The steady and slow inhale and exhale of your lungs, most surreal of it all. Your very existence feels unfitting into this world that never ceases its moving. Yet you aren’t moving, for now, stagnating in your bed as chaos breaks havoc in your mind. You shouldn’t be here, you feel. Somehow it feels that even should the world end, you’d still remain frozen in time; an error for the cold cosmos to observe.

A failure, you tell yourself, a fucking failure.

Idea briefly flashes through your mind not to take another breath. Just a passing thought.  You spend more effort on it than you’ve done on anything else in days though. It’s tempting and somehow comforting. There’d be no more pain. And so you will your body not to breathe.

With bated breath you watch the candle flame flicker. Very much like your will to live. Still, your eyes stay fixated on the little point of light as if afraid it’d go out if nobody watched it. Overwhelming responsibility. Unbearable. Somehow that little fire becomes your own life. Bright and dim, brighter yet and almost invisible. Unnerving.

“Love?” Comes a voice. Your watch over the flame over.

Warmth. Warmth all over your body. You bask in it, the comfort it provides as it engulfs you completely. You let in a shaky breath. No voice leaves your mouth, only a ragged flow of air. Seungcheol stays silent as well, his messy hair tickling your skin as he lies down behind you. His hands wrap tightly around your waist and he kisses the top of your head.

The air stills. Atmosphere falls back into its place. The Earth, the whole world, is moving still despite your stillness. At least now he anchors you to the globe, so you’re dragged with it whether you want it or not. He holds you against his chest without actually existing. Just a heartbeat and warmth, so much warmth it seeps through your flesh to the core of your bones, scaring off the cruel cold and its grip over your messy mind. Safety. Both of you are just abstract beings combining and separating again. Like two nebulas blending together. His hands keep you from falling apart while allowing you to break down safely. You know he’ll catch all of your pieces and hold them together.

Snuggling closer, the dams in your eyes overflow. He stays still, knowing that his presence is enough. You’re grateful for his silent companionship. Disarray reigns in your mind and as much as you’d love to pinpoint what exactly is hurting you, you can’t. And so the obvious question is not asked. You’re not alright. Seungcheol knows you’re in pain that you can’t suppress with pills. It’s killing him inside but he doesn’t let guilt take over. It’s not his fault that you feel like this. It’s not your fault either – and he tells you so, kissing the back of your neck while he does as you shake with quiet sobs. It’s just a chemical imbalance in your brain. He can’t make it go away but he can help you through the storm it causes. He’d do anything to take the edge off.

He kisses your temple and nuzzles to your neck. He doesn’t let go of you to dry your tears, letting them freely flow down your cheeks. You need to be held now more than anything. Then again, his hands itch to wipe the droplets away, even if it won’t help you get better.

Sensing his hesitation you finally move. Your hands move to hold onto his forearms, then they travel to his hands, intertwining your fingers. He smiles into your skin, murmuring a soft ‘Thank you’ and ‘You’re doing great’. Suddenly you have enough energy to shake your head. You squeeze his hands more. Why would he thank you? He was the one going out of his way to help you, to lie down next to you and care for you even after a long day of interviews, practicing and recording.

He settles for you even though he can have anyone he’d desire. He is with you – you. You with all your imperfections, scars and birthmarks and everything you hate about yourself. Your body that is far from desirable as you go through the list of everything you wish to change about yourself. There should be less of this and more of that. Your skin should be cleaner, smoother in that spot… And then there’s you. The actual essence of you that is perhaps all the more hideous.    

As if reading your mind, Seungcheol pulls you back, gentle and ever so careful. Like one would rock a cradle with a baby. Only then do you notice the contrast of the death grip of your hands on his. 

“Stop. Never think that.” His voice isn’t angry or frustrated. It sounds strained, like he’s in pain too. You turn your head to look at him. His dark eyes glow with something you can’t quite place. He leans his forehead against yours. Closing your eyes, you savor his proximity. Your breathing matches his, fanning over his cheeks as his does over yours. You let the falling and rising of his chest guide your inhales and exhales, relying on him to safely guide you back from the dark places of your mind.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume,” he assures you, voice filled with honesty, “But it really felt like I could hear your thoughts aloud. And I can’t stand anyone saying those horrible things to my love, not even if it’s you yourself.” 

He admits, voice lowering into a gentle and loving tone. His hand uncurls itself from around you to roam your body. Caressing like a summer breeze, it skims over your skin, snaking its way under your oversized shirt. It’s his actually, but as long as it helps you, he doesn’t mind you stealing his things. It comes to rest on your chest, right in the middle where he feels your heartbeat.

“This,” he presses on the spot just a bit stronger, “this is what’s important.” He breathes into your ear. “You’re perfect. No buts. Nothing I’d change.” 

His words come out slowly, so quietly he only shares them with you. The bare truth no one else deserves to hear but everyone knows by the way he treats you. You know it too, yet still your brain doesn’t accept it. Not now, so he coaxes your stubborn mind back to its senses with gentle words. 

“I love you, all of you. Your body and mind, always, even when you hate them. I can show you later. I promise I’ll prove to you how serious I am, but only if you promise first to keep this,” another gentle press above your heart, “beating – I know it’s hard but will you try?”

You choke back a loud sob, biting on your lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, too exhausted to spend so much energy on that. You’re too drained to do more than nod, but it’s enough for Seungcheol and soon another praise is whispered into your ear. He pulls blankets over your bodies, you can’t tell how many of them but it feels like you’ll start boiling any second. He pulls you closer yet, adding to the scorching heat. You close your eyes and finally you can say you enjoy something.

Because this does feel nice.

However uncomfortable it will become soon, right now it’s what makes you melt into something else than a puddle of apathy. You stay quiet and so does he. The heat speaks enough. You’re not alone. You’re safe. He loves you. You love him. If the demons in your mind want to raise hell there, they need to get past Seungcheol first. He always protects his loved ones, and you’re the one he loves the most.

Your grip on his hands gets stronger, nails digging into his flesh. He lets you, doesn’t wince or complain. Just shifts closer, legs tangling more with yours in clear message: He’s right here and he’s not letting go. He holds you tight enough to make your breathing harder but at this very moment, you need to feel it. To feel almost caged – not to be trapped, but to be protected from the world.

You stay like that for never ending minutes until sweat coats both your bodies and it gets bothersome. You move and he takes the blankets off. You gasp at the cold air hitting your skin but soon you’re pressed closer than before, right to the source of the warmth. And then you’re floating. 

You rest your head on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. The sound of the bathtub being filled can be heard and you think about scolding him for carrying you here when you can walk just fine. Just a fleeting distant thought but it means a world to you nonetheless. It’s a sign. A sign you’re slowly getting hold of your brain again.

Seungcheol sits you down on the edge of the tub and undresses you, fingers trailing over your skin as he does. He kisses your forehead, then nose and cheeks and finally lips. It’s soft, caring and your lips twitch in a hint of a smile. How is he so patient with you, you have no idea. He makes a move to step back and you catch his hand before he can, looking at him with wide pleading eyes. He kisses you again, this time as an act of reassurance. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just admiring the view.”

Your first impulse is to cover yourself but you decide to trust him. His eyes lazily glide over your naked form. They’re so full of love and adoration it makes you cry in this fragile state. He chuckles warmly and wipes your tears away, murmuring a soft ‘I love you’.

You croak it back and watch him take out your favorite bath salt, letting a generous amount of the colorful crystals fall into the water. You close your eyes and sigh softly as the rich scent fills the room and helps you relax. He gets into the tub filled with hot water first and kisses your shoulder, carefully pulling you inside as well. He sits you between his legs but allows you to decide if you’ll lie down or not. You do, turning your body to lie chest to chest with him.

He wraps you in a hug again, holding you close and your eyes fall shut. It’s so peaceful again, his heart under your fingers lulls you into comfort. But the slow threading of his fingers through your hair certainly helps too. And his gentle voice reciting parts of your favorite books he’s memorized after hearing them over and over again while you read to him, alternating them with what he knows are your favorite lyrics. Because he’s selfish and proud like that. But he’s right - you love them. It makes your mind stop racing, focusing solely on him and his scent mixed with that of the salt.

And still the warmth seeps through your skin from the water and his body under yours. The darkness is pushed back for the time being, demons chased back into their little hidden corner before they’re burned alive. It’s so calm in your head suddenly and your consciousness starts slipping from you.

But you’re not afraid of sliding down and drowning. He’d save you again, just like he did now.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

Hey :) this is the same anon who announced they'd send two requests.

Idea Nr. 2:

Character: Green (Fushiguro Megumi)

Theme: sky (hurt/comfort) idk maybe it's more ocean tho... Not sure.

Prompt: #5 the name of your soulmate appears on your body only after that person falls in love with you. As in: Megumi knows his name is written on reader's body (he's seen it) but he doesn't have reader's name so he thinks either they're not his soulmate or not in love with him and he feels awful, but reader just takes longer to fall in love and in the end reader's name appears on Megumi too? Again: just an idea ;)

hi anon! thanks for sending in this lovely request! your other one will be out soon!

note: in this fic your soulmates name only appears on you after they have said that they are in love with you out loud

Selfish (Megumi x Reader)

Word Count: 1.9K

CW: Insecurity, implied childhood trauma (bullying, abuse, toxic relationships, it's up to the reader), angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, swearing, anxiety

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All your life you had considered yourself unlovable. With the way you were raised, how could you?

No, you believed that you were unlovable, unworthy of good things, and incapable of good.

Because of that, when you started at Jujutsu Tech and met your classmates, you were closed off, opting to sit on the sidelines and be alone. You told yourself that if you joined them, you would ruin their fun. It was impossible for people to enjoy spending time with you. You were annoying, a nuisance, why would they-

“Hey.”

You ignored the voice. They were probably talking to someone else.

“You. Sitting on the bench.”

Startled, you looked up.

You were surprised to see none other than Fushiguro Megumi, one of your peers standing before you.

“Mind if I sit there?”

He nodded his head towards the empty spot next to you on the bench.

“Um, sure.”

“Thanks.”

He sat down, folding an ankle of his knee and propping his chin on his fist.

“Those damn idiots.”

He said, watching Kugisaki and Itadori chase each other around squawking.

“Giving me a headache.”

He turned towards you.

“Say, wanna ditch them and go do something else?”

And so began your friendship with Fushiguro Megumi.

Over time, you began to get closer with Kugisaki and Itadori as well, but Megumi always had a special place in your heart. After all, he was your first friend.

But even as you became more and more comfortable with yourself, a small part of you couldn’t help but to believe that he’s only spent time with you because he pitied you.

So when your soulmates name appeared on your wrist, you couldn’t believe that your fellow first year and friend Megumi had not only fallen for you, but you were his soulmate.

After all, you were unlovable. You were incapable of loving him back the way he deserved.

And he was sweet and kind and caring and awkward and smart and so, so much more.

He deserved so much better than you.

So, logically, the next course of action you took was ignoring him at all costs. You wouldn’t let him be in love with you. If he never saw you, surely he would move on, his name would disappear, and the two of you could go back to being friends.

A small part of you was pained at the idea, but you didn’t dare take a closer look at it. If you did, that meant acknowledging that a small part of you yearned for love and-

No. You mustn’t think about it.

For Megumi’s sake.

Even though it was extremely unlikely that he was your soulmate (you weren't even close to good enough for him) if by a slim chance he was your soulmate, the last thing he needed was your name inked around his wrist, shackling him to you.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Megumi had been elated when he noticed his name on your wrist.

After all, when he had realized that he was hopelessly in love with you and quietly confessed his feeling to his empty room, he hadn't dared to hope that he would be lucky enough to have you as his soulmate.

But he hadn't had a chance to talk to you about it, because you were avoiding him like the plague.

It had been months.

Did you really dislike him to the point that the idea of being his soulmate sent you running?

Did you really hate the idea of him loving you that much?

Was he really that unworthy of you?

Suddenly a thought occurred to him.

Maybe he wasn't your soulmate. Maybe your heart belonged to someone else.

Something primal in him writhed merely at the idea of you being with someone else.

He wouldn't, no, couldn't, accept this. He had never asked for much in life. He had never asked people to stay, or for any lofty dreams.

However if you truly loved someone else, or didn't want to be with him, he would have to be okay with it. He had to be. At the end of the day, all he really desired was your happiness.

But for the first time he deeply desired something, and that something was to be with you. And he'd be damned if he let you walk away without even an explanation.

Didn't he deserve at least that much?

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

For months you had successfully avoided Megumi, but it appeared that ended now.

When you heard the knock on your door, you assumed it was Nobara coming to ask you to go shopping with her.

Unsuspecting, you had called out that you were coming, and opened the door.

Only to be faced with the one person you were trying to avoid.

Fushiguro Megumi.

"We need to talk."

You panicked and slammed the door in his face.

Shit. Why did you do that? You just want him to fall out of love with you, not think you hate him!

Your internal word vomit was cut off by him speaking.

"I'm not leaving until we talk. And don't even think about leaving through your window. My demon dog is waiting out there for you."

Fuck. Shit. He had you cornered.

"Why do we need to talk?"

"Just let me in."

His voice was slightly muffled by your door, but you could hear the determination in it.

Accepting that you had no other choice, you sighed and took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

Opening the door you gave him a weak smile.

"Want to come in?"

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Minutes had passed, but neither of you had spoken.

You were perched awkwardly on the edge of your bed, and he was sitting in you desk chair that he had pulled in front of you.

Externally, his face was blank, but inside he was in turmoil.

Every time he attempted to open his mouth and speak, his stomach churned and he felt nauseous. What if after he said everything, you still avoided him? What if you decided he wasn't good enough for you?

Still, he had to try. He walked into this ready to accept it if you didn't feel the same way and continued to avoid him.

"I really, really, like you."

You jumped, startled by the sound of his voice breaking the silence.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I mean like, more than a friend."

"Uh-"

"Although, I know you are already aware of that."

His eyes darted to his name inked around your wrist, and you slapped a hand over it.

Megumi's heart panged at your reaction, but he continued speaking.

"And I understand if you don't return my feelings. I just wanted to say it to you officially, I guess."

"Okay..."

You said hesitantly, unsure of what to do. On one hand you wanted to accept his feelings and vocalize your own, but on the other hand you wanted to cry, because you couldn't do that to him. You couldn't trap him in a life spent with you. You would just hold him back.

You heard him inhale, and tensed, nervous about what he was going to say next.

"But...I have to know- why have you been avoiding me for the last couple of months. Did I do something?"

"You fell in love with me!"

You snapped, unable to keep it in anymore.

The hurt was evident on his face.

"Is it really that bad...that I love you? Am I really that repulsive to you?"

"No. No no no no."

You waved your hands, tears blurring your vision.

"You don't understand."

You broke down in sobs, your body curling in on itself as you heaved.

"Hey, hey. Are you you okay."

Megumi's heart ached watching you sob. Reaching out, he stopped himself right before he touched your shoulder.

"Would-Would it be okay if I held you?"

You didn't respond.

Unable to continue doing nothing, he grabbed your sleeve and tugged you into his chest.

"I've got you."

He murmured, rubbing your back reassuringly.

"I'm here. I'm here. I want to understand."

You sobbed harder, gripping the front of his hoodie.

"I-It's not you -hic- it's just you can't love me."

"Why not?"

"Because-Because I don't deserve your love! You deserve so much more than me, and I won't allow you to resign yourself to a life shacked to me!"

"Why won't you allow me to!? It's my life, isn't it?!"

"Because I love you!"

The words formed wings, forcing themselves up your throat before bursting out of your mouth.

Stunned silence filled the room, then slowly, both of you dared to look down at his wrist.

And in a single second, your worst fears and his greatest desire were fulfilled. For there, inked upon his wrist, was your name.

Several moments passed as the two of you stared at the letters inked on his pale skin.

"Oh my god."

You breathed, covering your mouth with your hands.

"I'm so, so sorry."

His head snapped up.

"For what?!"

"I'm so sorry you're my soulmate- god you deserve so much more, this is why I was avoiding you. I thought if you didn't see me long enough your feelings would disappear. And even if they didn't, at least I wouldn't be holding you back. I'm so sor-"

"Apologize one more time."

His voice was low, and angry.

"Apologize one more time for loving me back, for being my soulmate, for having me as a soulmate. I dare you. Apologize to me one more time for making me the happiest I've ever been in my life."

"What-"

You didn't understand what he was saying.

"It's up to me to decide what I do, and don't deserve. In my book, I don't deserve you."

You let out a little scoff.

"It's true."

He looked you square in the eyes, his jade green eyes fierce and brimming with intense emotion.

"You make me a better version of myself. When I'm around you, I'm softer, happier, kinder. You make me greedy. You made me truly desire something for the first time in my life. You make my world brighter, and more beautiful."

He clasped you hands in his.

"I don't know why you think you don't deserve me, and we'll talk about that later, but for now, can it be okay if the two of us just agree to be undeserving of each other together, and be selfish?"

You stared at him with your mouth slightly open and tear tracks on your cheeks.

"Can we just selfishly be together, just selfishly seek our own happiness? Who cares if we don't deserve each other. If we're both happy, nothing else matters in this world. When I'm with you, everything else fades away. So please, will you be selfish with me?"

Putting aside all of your insecurities and fears, you leaned forwards and captured his lips with your own in response to his question.

"I love you."

You breathed, pulling back.

"I love you more."

He responded before leaning in again.

I love you. The three most selfish words you had ever said. But you would say them again and again, if it meant that you got to stay by his side.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Omg I had so much fun writing this! I just love him so much.

[pxnsneverland]

Something Immortal | Biker!Austin Butler x OC (part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

plot summary: In the gritty underbelly of a city ruled by werewolf biker gangs, Austin Butler reigned supreme as the ruthless leader of his pack. A man of unwavering ferocity, he lied, killed, and stole without remorse, living by a code of violence that defined his kind. Yet, even Austin harbored a secret weakness – his childhood friend Bonnie Barlow, the one woman he had loved in silence for years. Bonnie's father had once been part of Austin's gang, but after his death, she fled the treacherous world of the werewolves, unable to stomach the endless cycle of crime and brutality. For five years, she remained a fugitive from her own nature, until a fateful night when her life took an irreversible turn. Freshly released from a two-year prison stint, Austin returned to his pack, reveling in the debauchery of their den. But his revelry was cut short by a frantic call from Bonnie, pleading for his aid. Rushing to her side, he uncovered a grim truth – in a desperate act of self-defense against her abusive boyfriend, Bonnie had taken a life, awakening the dormant werewolf within her. As the next full moon loomed, she would undergo her first agonizing transformation, a fate she had always dreaded. Defying the pack's ruthless code, Austin sheltered Bonnie, guiding her through the excruciating metamorphosis that tore through her body each lunar cycle. In the depths of her torment, their bond rekindled, blossoming into a love they had long suppressed. Nights of shared laughter and reminiscence gave way to stolen moments of tenderness, their connection deepening with every passing moon. Yet, their newfound bliss was a fragile thing, forever threatened by the harsh realities that governed their world. For Bonnie was branded a deserter, her very existence a betrayal in the eyes of the pack. If Austin's treachery was uncovered, retribution would be swift and merciless.

pairings: biker!austin butler x oc

word count: 2323

warnings/notes: violence, blood, mentions of murder

Chapter 3: The Awakening

The ride back to Austin's place was a blur, the late-night landscape passing by in a haze. Bonnie clung to him. The moonlight streamed down in intermittent flashes, the leafy canopy above doing its best to shield them from celestial view. Austin drove with a practiced ease, his body automatically navigating the familiar turns and dips of woodland roads, but his mind was elsewhere. The only sound was the masterful growl of the motorcycle engine and the occasional rustling leaves in the wind. His heart thundered a rhythm that echoed Bonnie’s own - one of fear, hope and uncertainty.

Bonnie held onto him tighter, her eyes closing as she tried to block out the reality of their situation. She rested her head against his broad back, his unique scent - a mix of dirt, gasoline and something distinctly Austin - permeating her senses. It was comforting, familiar and it grounded her in the moment. They finally arrived at his cabin tucked away in the woods, a solitary beacon of light amidst the indigo canvas of the night. He cut the engine, and for a moment, everything was silent.

"Are you okay?" Austin asked, as he helped her off the bike. Bonnie nodded, her face pale in the moonlight. She did not trust her voice enough to answer verbally.

Once inside, Austin began to explain. "Our transformation isn't... easy," he said truthfully, his eyes haunted. "But it's part of us, and fighting it only makes it worse."

"But I don't want this." Bonnie's voice was soft, defeated. "I left this world behind."

Austin's countenance softened. It pained him to see Bonnie torn between two worlds - one she longed to forget and another she wished she could return to - both impossible desires.

"And yet you're here now," he reminded her. "You can't deny what you are. No more than I can."

His statement hung heavy in the silence that followed. Bonnie turned towards him, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite place - fear or determination, he wasn’t sure.

"But I can try," she answered, her voice resolute. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

Austin sighed, running a hand through his hair. He understood her trepidation. He had lived with this curse - this gift - long enough to know the struggles it presented, the choices it forced one to make.

"We never choose who we hurt, Bonnie," he said softly, looking deeply into her eyes. "But we can decide who we protect."

Bonnie was silent for a moment before slowly reaching for his hands. His breath hitched as their fingers intertwined, warmth spreading through him like wildfire. Their connection was electric, familiar yet completely new.

"Austin..." Bonnie's voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed loudly in the quiet of the room.

"Let me protect you," Austin said firmly, cupping her face in his powerful hands. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked at her wonderingly, as if seeing her for the first time.

Bonnie's breath hitched at his words and for a moment, she just stared at him, her gaze searching his. Her uncertainty was evident, but there was something else too: a softness, a yearning that promised to tip the scale. "Okay," she finally whispered, her pulse quickening under Austin's gentle touch.

Relief swept over Austin and he pulled her into an embrace, burying his face in her hair. His heart pounded loudly in his ears and for the first time in years, he felt something akin to happiness. Their bodies fitted together perfectly as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had been lost for far too long. Is this how it felt to be in the presence of your mate? He never wanted to let her go again.

"Bonnie," Austin said softly, a serene peace washing over him. He pulled away slightly so that he could look at her, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Why don't you go take a shower? It’s been a long night for you."

Bonnie nodded, disentangling herself from his arms reluctantly. She gave him one last lingering look before making her way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of silence in her wake.

Once she was out of sight, Austin expelled the breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding. His heart pounded against his chest - an erratic rhythm that mirrored the whirlwind of emotions he felt. An overwhelming urge to protect Bonnie had taken hold of him, and he knew he would face any danger head-on for her safety. He needed to get a hold of himself. There would be time for emotions later—for now, he had to focus on ensuring Bonnie’s safety. Austin turned his attention to the cabin. He took a moment to secure the place, double-checking the locks on all windows and doors. His senses were on high alert, the primeval wolf in him pacing restlessly, ready to defend its territory and protect its mate.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the soft sound of the bathroom door opening or the quiet padding of bare feet on the old wooden floor until Bonnie was standing right in front of him. The sight of her stopped him in his tracks. Wrapped in a large fluffy towel that barely reached her mid-thighs, with her hair damp and carelessly falling around her shoulders, she looked ethereal under the soft glow of the lamps.

"Is everything okay?" Bonnie asked softly, breaking his reverie.

"Yeah," Austin managed to croak out, tearing his gaze away from her. "Everything's fine."

The phrase was a blatant lie, and he knew it. He could barely focus on anything, but the arousal arising inside him. As Austin looked away from Bonnie, his breath hitched at the sight of her. She had changed into a loose, cozy nightgown that came down to her knees, revealing long, toned legs and the gentle curve of her stomach. He could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, like a beacon guiding him towards her. His wolf wanted nothing more than to claim her right there and then, to mark her as his own. But he knew better than that. Bonnie deserved patience. One wrong move could send her running away, especially given the fragile state she was in. Austin had to tread this path carefully, cautiously.

"Austin?" Bonnie's voice pulled him from his thoughts, its softness like a warm embrace.

"I'm alright," he said again, hoping he sounded calmer than he felt. His gaze roamed her face, lingering on the worry etched in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" she asked, skepticism etching her brows together in a delicate frown.

He chuckled at her persistent concern. "Yes, Bonnie, I promise."

He watched as she sighed, pressing a hand gently to her temple, a gesture he remembered from their past. With a start, he realized how weary she looked, the circles under her eyes mirroring the same exhaustion etched into her delicate features.

“Hey,” he said gently, touching her arm lightly making Bonnie look up at him, “come with me.” Gently guiding her by the small of her back, he led Bonnie towards his bedroom. It was simple and unpretentious; a reflection of Austin himself. The king-sized bed sat invitingly against one wall, flanked by two rustic bedside tables. One wall was adorned with various photos and memorabilia from his biker life, creating an interesting contrast with the otherwise bare walls.

“This is my room,” Austin began hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck in a rare show of nervousness, “You can sleep here tonight.”

Bonnie blinked at him in surprise, her mouth parting into a tiny ‘o’. Seeing the confusion on her face, Austin quickly clarified.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” His wolf howled in protest inside him, wanting nothing more than to share that bed with her—to hold her close and keep her safe in his arms.

Bonnie’s gaze wandered about as she took in everything around her. The room was neat, everything meticulously placed and not a speck of dust in sight. It screamed 'Austin' - practical, rugged, and distinctly masculine. She glanced at the bed, then back to Austin, her expressive eyes wide with uncertainty, worry... and something else he couldn't quite place.

"I..." she began hesitantly, biting her lower lip nervously, "I'd rather you...," she trailed off.

Austin tilted his head to one side, an eyebrow arched in question. "Yeah?" he coaxed gently.

Her voice was so soft when she finally found the words that he almost missed them. "I'd rather you sleep…with me."

His heart thundered against his chest at her confession and a surge of warmth spread through him despite the chill outside. His wolf preened, satisfied at the prospect of being closer to their mate.

"All right," Austin replied simply. He would honor her request but he intended to keep his distance in the bed as much as possible. He didn't trust himself entirely around her right now and he didn't want to inflict any unwelcome advances on Bonnie when she was so vulnerable.

"Are you sure?" There was a note of worry in his voice that betrayed his composure.

Bonnie nodded, her face a shade of pink that Austin had never seen before. He could tell she was nervous, but also determined. "Yes," she said. She hesitated for a moment then added, "I think I'll feel safer...if you're there."

Those words caused an immense feeling of protectiveness to surge within Austin. He felt his wolf stirring inside him, pleased with the notion that their mate felt safe in their presence. He offered a small smile and extended his hand towards her, which she took after a moment's hesitation.

Austin led her to the bed, pulling back the thick comforter for her to climb under. Once she was settled in, he got on the other side of the bed, keeping a respectful distance between them. It took every ounce of his control not to pull Bonnie close to him and envelope her in his warmth. Sensing his struggle, his wolf growled lowly within him. As Austin lay there in the dimly lit room, the silence between them seemed almost deafening. Bonnie shifted slightly under the covers, her breaths coming out in small, nervous puffs. Austin could feel the tension radiating from her, and it mirrored his own internal battle. He turned to look at her, his gaze meeting hers in the shadows. The vulnerability in her eyes tugged at something deep within him, a primal urge to protect and cherish this woman who had walked back into his life so unexpectedly.

Without a word, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle yet tinged with longing. Bonnie's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, a small sigh escaping her lips. In that moment, all pretenses and barriers melted away between them. Austin's resolve crumbled as he allowed himself to give in to the undeniable connection that hummed between them. He moved closer, closing the gap between their bodies until they were inches apart.

Their breaths mingled in the space between them, warm and intimate. As Austin finally wrapped his arms around Bonnie, pulling her close to him in a protective embrace, he felt her relax against him, her heartbeat syncing with his own. And in the quiet of the night, surrounded by nothing but trust and understanding, they drifted off to sleep together, finding peace in each other's presence.

A few hours into their slumber, Bonnie began to thrash restlessly beside him. Her face was scrunched up, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead as soft whimpers escaped her lips. Austin woke instantly; his werewolf instincts kicking in at the first sign of distress. "Bonnie," he called softly, his voice groggy with sleep. He turned on his side, placing a comforting hand on her arm. Her body was rigid, her breathing shallow and fast.

She was in the throes of a nightmare. Austin's heart clenched at the sight of her struggling with unseen demons. It was then that he heard it – a quiet murmur slipping out from Bonnie's lips, "Liam… no…"

The name sparked a surge of fury inside Austin. His wolf growled deep within him, hating the thought of anyone causing their mate pain.

"Shh… you're safe, Bonnie." Austin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he gently stroked her back. He could feel his fur bristle under his skin, fighting the urge to shift and protect. "He can't hurt you anymore."

Sleep proved elusive as Bonnie's ragged breaths echoed in the silence. Each whimper, each plea to her tormentor conjured bitter memories in Austin's mind. Heaving a weighted sigh, he pulled Bonnie even closer to him. His arms tightened around her trembling figure. His nose was buried in the softness of her hair, taking solace in her familiar scent that mixed with the musky aroma of the forest. It reminded him of their shared past, further fueling his overwhelming need to protect her.

“Bonnie.” He whispered once more into the silence, his voice tender and pleading. The mere sound of her name on his lips seemed to soothe his agitated wolf. “You’re not there anymore, baby. You’re safe here...with me.”

As if sensing Austin's determination to keep her safe, Bonnie’s sleep-tossed body slowly relaxed against him. Her breaths became more even as the nightmare lost its grip over her subconsciousness. Feeling her finally settle against his chest, Austin let out a silent sigh of relief. His hand kept an even rhythm on her back, the comforting gesture lulling them both back towards sleep. His eyes remained open, mind alert for any sign of distress from Bonnie. His wolf was restless inside him, pacing and growling in response to the scent of Bonnie’s fear that lingered in the air. Austin allowed the low purr of his wolf to rumble through his chest, a calming lullaby for the woman in his arms.

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