#let's hope I don't waste it bed rotting

[mrs-bluemarine]

Thinking about him again,,,,

[kayjaywrites]

Like Bugs in a Rug: Chapter One

Summary: Azriel Shadowsinger, mysterious pretty boy extraordinaire himself, was head over heels in love with you for years. Everyone in the room could see it, except for you of course. A series of connected one-shots.

Chapter Word Count: 6,350 Chapter Music Inspo: End of It - Friday Pilots Club

Chapter Content Warnings: fluff, some cursing, one bed trope, awkward but wholesome communication, AFAB Reader, Reader (You), some details about Reader's appearance but overall vague, canon plot spoilers as this is canon compliant-ish, reader low key being thirsty for Azzie

Note: Hello! Welcome to my first fic in like 10 years! This idea came about when I was having a hard time falling back asleep. I sometimes draft fanfiction when i'm trying to sleep. I don't often remember the plots come morning, but the memory of this one remained intact enough for me to jot down. I��m thinking this update is gonna be the longest chapter because it's both prologue and the first chapter, but I have terrible self control with word count limits. So I guess we’ll see what the next chapters bring, but they may be shorter!

Enjoy me 2am fugue state musings, there are likely typos~

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Prologue

It was all worth it. The decades of patience and silent suffering. The centuries of loneliness paying off just as you lost hope of ever leaving The Court of Nightmares. You and your father, Kier, expected a typical visit from the Inner Circle. The High Lord would threaten your father to keep him in line, you’d go unnoticed in the back of the throne room monitoring the interaction. Just like every other time they visited.

Except, the High Lord and his Inner Circle asked about you like you were the reason behind their visit. You had clocked the visit as odd as soon as only Rhysand, Feyre, and Mor arrived. The absence of both The General & Shadowsinger at the same time a rarity. Despite being related to Rhysand and Mor, you didn’t think they knew your name, so when they asked Kier about you, by name, your heart damn near fell out of your ass.

They wanted you to leave Hewn City to work with them. A Courtier of the Night Court, working alongside Nesta, Lady Death herself, of all people. They wanted you to start immediately now that the war with Hybern was over. Relations between Courts were strained, and upon learning of your talent, the High Lord deemed it a waste for you to be hidden away down here. He and the Inner Circle believed you did not belong in The Court of Nightmares. To anyone else, having the High Lord speak so highly of your child would have been an honor.

It was the most furious you’d ever seen Kier. Which was saying something. His emotions grew volatile in a blink of an eye, outraged by the absolute gall of the High Lord. How dare he come to his city and tell him that you weren’t meeting your full potential down here? At some point Kier stood up, snarling at Rhysand and the others like a wild animal. Kier, so lost in his anger, let his mental shields falter. Just for a second, but it was more than enough time for your powers to draw his wayward thoughts to you, like a magnet, his unspoken intentions seeped into your own mind. You were always terrible at blocking him out when he got like that.

Power. Kier's thoughts whispered to you. A spy for him in the Inner Circle.

It disgusted you how predictable your father was, his intentions were always about how he could best use you for his own gain. It was the driving force behind your excessive training habits, desperate to protect yourself from the toxicity of his intentions. The more you failed at keeping him out, the more you hated him, and by default hated yourself.

Rhysand was right, you were wasted down here, and it wasn’t that your father didn’t see that, he didn’t care. He wasn’t furious with the High Lord for taking another daughter away from him, he was mad about losing a tool.

Well, your father could rot down here alone for all you cared.

You felt a lot of things in that moment. Intimidated by the prospect of working with Nesta, unsure of Mor’s morals and the rumors surrounding her, apprehensive of Rhysand and Feyre’s power, and not to mention all the unknown dynamics between the rest of the Inner Circle. But, despite all that uncertainty, you did not feel nervous about leaving Hewn City with them.

The first task Kier ever appointed you was to report on Rhysand and his Inner Circle’s intentions every time they visited. Either they all had flawless control over their mental shields, or their icy behavior was an act from the beginning. You never dared to share your suspicions with Kier, your father only wanted ammo for his hate, and he never took kindly to evidence that didn’t support his biases against High Lord Rhysand.

It felt a little too much like blind faith and a hunch for you to be 100% comfortable with the decision, but you decided to put your trust in these strangers anyway.

You would take the job.

Not to be a spy for Kier.

Not out of some duty to your High Lord or older sister.

It was time to live your life for you. Consequences be damned.

But, the focus of this story was not about moving to Velaris with Mor and getting to know the Inner Circle. It wasn’t about how much you rock as a diplomat for the Night Court. It wasn’t about how good it felt the first time sunlight touched your skin upon leaving the underground city. It wasn’t even about how you and Nesta became best friends. However good those stories may be.

However, this story is about Azriel Shadowsinger, and how the mysterious pretty boy extraordinaire himself, fell head over heels for you without you ever picking up on it. Yeah, that’s right, the girl who struggled to control her talent for hearing unspoken intentions never puzzled the pieces together. For literal years everyone else in the godforsaken room could tell the Spymaster was in love with you, except for you.

...one year and a couple months later....

It all started with an argument with Rhysand a few assignments into your career as the Night Court Courtier. You felt like you could handle traveling between Courts without needing an escort, especially if you’d be meeting up with Nesta at the destination anyway. Rhysand did not agree, basically threatening to ground you if you didn’t allow someone to accompany you.

That was how Azriel had become your full-time travel partner. Rhysand appointed Azriel as an additional escort in case Nesta was pulled away.

You’d take this to your grave before ever admitting it, but Rhysand wasn’t wrong to be worried. There had been a good number of times where just that had happened. Nesta would be working the other side of the room, and having Azriel lingering nearby eased your nerves. Prythian was a vast Realm, and Rhys had been right in worrying about your adjustment.

It didn’t take too long for you to adapt once you had visited all the different Courts a few times. Yet, Azriel continued to go out of his way to accompany you to events. The first obvious sign of his affections for you came a little over a year into your career.

The event was in a small Day Court town on the border of the Night Court, just under a day’s travel from Velaris on foot. Home to one of the libraries hit hardest by Amarantha’s looting, the entire town was celebrating the return of a sizable chunk of the stolen volumes. The gala was advertised to be a quaint dinner and cocktail hour. You suspected that scholars and book enthusiasts would be the bulk of those present. Although interested in going, Rhysand had High Lord duties to attend to that involved Nesta and the other Archeron sisters in the Summer Court. With a promise to fill everyone in on anything of interest, you packed a small overnight bag and waited for Mor to arrive home. You never developed the ability to winnow, so you needed someone to bring you.

Fussing with your hair in one of the numerous mirrors decorating Mor’s walls, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. Your time in Velaris, just over two years, had already begun to sooth a deep sadness you hadn’t realized had settled under your skin. It was obvious in the gentle way you gazed at your reflection, the healthy flush of your cheeks, and the warmth of your thoughts. Velaris looked good on you, and as you smoothed a hand down the shimmery sapphire blue fabric of the dress that clung to your curves, you thought the new formalwear looked good on you too.

Giddiness bubbled up in you at the idea of modeling the new dress for Mor. The excitement felt foreign still, after spending centuries believing Mor didn’t care to know her own little sister. You never thought you’d ever get the chance to gush over dresses with her. Kier hated everything Mor represented, and was cruel to her in ways that made you feel lucky in a perverse way. Your father may have manipulated and alienated you, filling your head with lies about your older sister, but it was never public. Kier made sure everyone in the Court of Nightmares knew that Mor was a useless whore and a traitor.

When Mor became a core member of the Inner Circle, and Rhysand put her in charge of Hewn City, you would wait for her to acknowledge you during her visits. Decades turned into a century, but the same hope would always rise up when Mor was due for a visit, only to be crushed when she ignored you. She never paid you a second of her time, just a fleeting look in passing as if you were another spectator. Knowing that she wasn’t ignoring you out of ill intent stung more, because you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her.

Kier may be your father, but that didn’t mean you had to be a fan of his intentions. You never believe the rumors he spread about Mor.

And then, the big reveal came. It turned out that to Mor, you were just another spectator. Mor didn’t know she had a younger sister at all. Keir hid you so well that no one realized you were related to him. A detail that made you feel so small when it came to light. You were just the shy woman in the background, taught to be pleasant when spoken to, a pretty little wallflower the rest of the time.

Later, when you asked about who first realized your identity, you got mixed accounts from the Inner Circle. Rhysand insisted that it was he who put the pieces together first. Stating that it came to him suddenly after Azriel submitted a report from a surveillance mission detailing an overheard conversation between you and Kier about your talents. Rhysand claimed that your powers reminded him of a variation of Mor’s. The rest of the Inner Circle credited Feyre for noting the resemblance between you, Kier, and The Morrigan the first time she noticed you loitering at the back of a council meeting.

When the truth was confirmed, and you agreed to go with them, Mor wept. She vowed to never leave you alone in The Court of Nightmares ever again, even for a second. That promise was your first experience with making a deal in the Night Court. Your clear surprise at the intricate tattoo that branded itself over the center of your sternum clued Mor, Rhysand, and Feyre in on how out of touch you were with common lore from your own Court. Mor wasted no time in winnowing you out of there after that. The both of you had heard enough of Keir’s nasty sneers and low-blow comments to last a lifetime.

Now, Mor’s cozy little home was also your cozy little home, if not a bit tight for two people. If someone asked you a decade ago if you thought you’d ever have a relationship with Mor you would advise them to seek out a healer.

And yet there you were, vibrating with things to tell her, anticipating her arrival with an almost goofy grin when…Azriel of all people winnowed into the living room.

Perplexed, but not totally disappointed, “Oh!” you said, clearly taken aback. “I was expecting Mor.”

Azriel huffed a low chuckle, dimples bracketing his amused half-smile. “Sorry to disappoint.”

You looked him over, dark circles under his eyes, droopy eyelids, posture leaning forward in a slight slouch. “Az, didn’t you just return from a long mission? Why aren’t you resting?”

“Wanted to escort you to the Day Court Library Gala, of course.”

The tenderness in his voice had warmth bubbling up from your chest. “That is very kind,” you started, making sure to meet his gaze so he knew you meant it, “but you look so tired, Az. I’ve visited the Day Court a bunch of times now and only need someone to winnow me there. As much as I enjoy having you accompany me to these things, I don’t want you to stretch yourself thin on my account. I’ve got this.”

“I know you’ve got this,” came his immediate reply, “as you’ve pointed out I’ve been gone for a few weeks. What if I offered to escort you because I missed you, hm?”

Despite yourself you felt a flush of heat in your cheeks at his teasing. You refused to use your powers on anyone in the inner circle, unwilling to violate their privacy without explicit consent. But you didn’t need your powers to read Azriel’s sincerity. It made it hard to meet his gaze, you turned back to running your fingers through your hair in the mirror, taking a moment to compose yourself. “Well alright then, I don’t think I can do anything more to tame my hair, we should be off then.”

You felt Azriel at your back, a gloved hand coming up to gently grasp your elbow, guiding your arm down as his hand trailed down the bare skin of your forearm to hold yours, turning you to face him. “Stop fussing, you look stunning, this dress is new, right? I think the color suits you.”

You smiled. “Thank you, I suppose you would like this color, now that I’m thinking about it,” with your free hand you held up the skirt of the floor length dress to the siphon on his wrist, marveling at the color match, “it looks like I did it on purpose.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he pulled you closer into an almost embrace. “We should go now. Wouldn’t want to miss the opening speeches.”

You suppressed a shudder. Definitely from the way his breath tickled your ear, and not from the way his voice sounded as he tucked you into his chest. “You hate opening speeches.” You pointed out, remembering all the times he complained about how boring they were.

“I do, but you like them.” You’d never said as much aloud, but you did enjoy listening to people talk about things they were passionate about, and opening speeches tended to be just that. Of course the Spymaster had noticed.

If Azriel saw your smile before you hid your face against his leather-clad pec he didn’t let on. You pulled your hands free and looped your arms around his middle, clasping your fingers together under the base of his wings.

“I’m ready then, thank you for coming with me.” Your voice was muffled, unwilling to tilt your head up to talk to him in case your maddening blush was there. It didn’t seem to matter how many times you winnowed with Az, your whole face would go cherry red. Something Cassian never failed to poke fun at whenever he witnessed it.

Azriel wrapped his arms tightly around you, your body now flush to his. You focused on the sound of his wings rustling as he tucked them in closer. Anything to distract from the way your pulse spiked when you felt his lips brush against the crown of your head, his hold on you gentle, yet firm and protective as darkness folded around the both of you.

XxXx

Neither you nor Azriel realized the issue with your room reservation until much too late. Upon arrival in The Day Court the both of you hurried to the event. The gala wrapped up around midnight, and like most of the other guests staying in town, you and Azriel retired back to the nearby Inn. With your strappy heels in hand and a pleasant buzz from the alcohol, you felt positively bubbly. Paused in front of your room, you let Azriel rummage through the small black purse at your side for the key. After almost leading them into the wrong room, Azriel took it upon himself to find the correct room and unlock the door.

Minutes later you were still trying to suppress a smile at how Azriel reacted with such mortification when he realized you’d led them to the wrong room. The mental image of the great Shadowsinger so frantic in his efforts to stop you from further jostling the doorknob, had you letting out a laugh before you could stop it.

“It’s not funny.” He grumbled as he swung the wooden door to your room open, leading you inside. You were on the verge of poking fun at him some more when you caught a glimpse of the interior layout. Right, you had RSVP’d expecting to attend the gala alone. The realization sobered you up real fast.

The room was small, burgundy curtains concealing a sizable window, antique desk with tourist flyers stacked in a neat pile on top. A queen sized, four post bed situated in the middle of the room.

“I’ll take the floor—” Azriel started saying.

But you interrupted him. “—you should have the bed.”

“Absolutely not, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady sleep on the floor while I hogged the whole bed.” He nodded, as if the conversation was over, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him.

“There’s not even enough space on the floor for you to stretch out Az. The room is basically only bed. It’s fine, I can use my extra clothes—”

You inhaled sharply, tensing at the thought of your overnight bag, left forgotten back at Mor's apartment. Your eyes darted to Azriel, meeting his gaze out of the corner of your eye, and you knew you didn’t need to say anything about it as he scoffed under his breath.

“You forgot your bag.” He observed.

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair, your tight dress feeling like it was constricting around your chest as you contemplated sleeping in it. “I did indeed forget my bag.”

“We could just go back, we don’t have to stay here for the night.” Azriel pointed out, but the thought of cutting the trip short caused a ripple of disappointment to drop in your stomach.

“Or,” he continued with a hint of amusement, “I have an undershirt beneath my leathers. I changed before I met you at Mor’s, so it’s relatively clean. I was going to sleep in it tonight, but I would sacrifice my shirt for you if it meant you’d stop frowning like that.”

If you thought you were anxious before, Azriel’s suggestion sent your anxiety through the roof. You had always found Azriel attractive, even when you were still living in Hewn City. Who wouldn’t? That attraction grew into a bit of a crush when you first arrived in Velaris. He treated you with such care as you adjusted to living above ground, quiet, patient, and thoughtful.

Once it was apparent that you would be working closely with him you shut that shit down. You and him had spent a lot of time traveling together the last few years, always with separate sleeping arrangements, and never sharing clothing. You went out of your way to respect his privacy, give him space, all in hopes of being someone he one day could trust, like how you trusted him.

You could handle one night, sharing a bed, borrowing his shirt. That wouldn’t totally backfire on you in any way, right? Nodding to yourself once, you tried for an air of confidence as you talked around the nerves that have bloomed in your chest.

“Okay,” you agreed, “but if I change into your shirt you definitely can’t take the floor. I won’t let you sleep shirtless on the ground while I’m all tucked in and cozy in bed. I’ll only take up a sliver of it by myself anyway.”

He opened his mouth to object, his intentions written in the way his brow furrowed at you. But you barreled on anyway, “So, we share the bed tonight. Are you comfortable with that?”

His mouth snapped shut, eyes studying you for a tense moment as if you may be tricking him. You clasped your hands together in front of you, the longer you waited for him to respond the clammier your palms felt. Each second felt like an eternity and in no time at all you found yourself scrambling for a way to play off your idea as a joke.

Of course he wouldn’t want to share a bed with you. What in the world had you been thinking?

Maybe you could blame it on that deliciously fizzy drink you downed before leaving the gala, say you weren’t in your right mind. Pretend to not remember in the morning, as if this wasn’t going to be a moment you cringe about decades later. Would you be able to just laugh it off? Would Azriel be chill enough to let you live this down? You were probably so screwed.

He was still a little tense, but just before your panic truly took root Azriel began to nod his head like he...agreed with you?

“Yes, I think that is the most logical solution. The bed can definitely fit two.” Azriel finally said, and you tried to keep yourself from gaping at his response. But your surprise must have been all over your face because he went on to say, “I didn’t suggest it myself because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Wiping your hands down the front of your dress did little to help with the sweat. The pit that had been taking form in your stomach churned, your dread morphing into jittery nerves.

Then, as if you weren’t having a nervous breakdown right in front of him, the handsome lunatic started striping his leathers off. Dept hands tossing his gloves to the desk, he unclasped the chest pieces of his leathers, they fell to the floor with a thud. Then, the promised black undershirt was up over his head, and you were drinking in all his tattoos and corded muscles like you were a tactless teenager instead of a 300+ year old female.

A flash of movement from him, and you flinched when his shirt hit you square in the face. It was so big it draped over your head. You made a disgruntled noise, ignoring how delicious the shirt smelled as you removed it from your face, “Hey—!”

“If you’re done gawking at me like you’ve never seen a shirtless male, you can get ready for bed first.” He headed further into the room, collecting his chest piece off the floor and approaching the desk to place it with his gloves. He turned to face you, his butt propped against the desk as he gestured to the door his wingspan had been blocking from view. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, flexing his biceps, and you almost swooned at the sight. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Your fist tightened around the shirt, fighting the urge to toss it back at him out of spite. Embarrassment felt like hot iron under your skin, so instead you snapped your attention to the door he had pointed out–the bathroom. You knew you’d averted your gaze much too fast to seem unaffected by him. He chuckled, and you glowered at him as his head tilted to the side, watching you with a bemused expression. He looked about ready to comment further, but you waved him off with faux-annoyance and an exaggerated roll of your eyes. Clutching his shirt close to your chest, you escaped into the bathroom.

Subtle.

Pressing your back to the door, it closed under your weight. You paused there for a moment to focus on your breathing, your frazzled mind going a mile a minute. This was all so far out of your comfort zone, it wasn’t even funny. You never had to deal with handsome males in The Court of Nightmares, Kier didn’t let you socialize long enough for it to even be on your radar. Dating hadn’t quite made your list of top priorities upon arriving in Velaris either.

What little experience you did have was with a male named Allistair. You’d met him at Rita’s within your first year above ground. It was a fling of sorts that lasted a few months before you decided casual dating wasn’t for you. He was a perfectly adequate lover. At least you think he was. He was also your only lover. A nice enough companion as you acclimated to your new life. The times you had been intimate with that male had left you feeling…bereft. Seeing Allistair shirtless had been nothing like seeing Azriel shirtless.

And Azriel calling you out for ogling him so blatantly? Mother have mercy.

So now you were just expected to fall asleep next to him wearing his shirt after that? The situation almost made you want to laugh at the absurdity of it all. The last thing you wanted was to draw his suspicion by loitering against the door for too much longer, so you moved to the sink. Maybe splashing lukewarm water on your face would reveal that this had all been a weird ass nightmare.

Cupping water into your face a couple more times, you took in the smeared makeup dripping down your face in the mirror. Definitely not a dream.

Azriel was going to think you were in love with him for fucksake.

Snatching the nearby hand towel from the rack on the wall you soaked it, and got to work on scrubbing your face clean. You had to have a little more faith in Azriel. He wouldn’t let a single weird moment ruin over a year of amicable teamwork. But your personal relationship with him felt fragile to you at best. You can't let some tattoos and abs mess up what you considered to be the most solid friendship you’d made among the Inner Circle.

So what if he was hot as hell? You could co-exist with attractive people, it was legit a part of your job. You could salvage the situation, just change out of the dress you accidentally matched to the colors of his siphons, put his shirt on that smelled so strongly of him it gave you a headrush, and face him like you hadn't just been drooling over his naked chest.

You know, simple.

The hem of his t-shirt landed just above your knees, and the comfort you found in it was criminal. The black fabric was very soft and so baggy that you worried the wing slits in the back would shift forward in your sleep. It could reveal a little more than what you’d considered 'tasteful side boob'.

Resisting the urge to fuss in the mirror (because it wasn't like you were trying to look cute for anyone, right?), you exited the bathroom clean faced and a bit more settled than when you had entered.

Your bravado, however, was short lived. Azriel faced away from you in only his underwear, the rest of his leathers added to the pile on the desk. He was organizing his various knives on the bedside table closest to the main door.

He looked over his shoulder at you. Totally not catching you checking out his butt in the tight underpants. Cauldron boil you. Would it be weird if you marched yourself back into the bathroom to try the whole “not affected by sexy, almost nude Illyrian warrior” thing again?

Azriel inhaled sharply, and you snuck a glance at him. His attention was back on his knives, but there was a tension to him, almost like he was brooding. There might have been a light blush over his cheeks, but you felt weird analyzing him anymore than you already had out of habit. You clocked the change in his body language for what it was the instant he saw you in his shirt. Clenched jaw, tense shoulders, spine ramrod straight, wide eyed before averting his gaze, elevated heart rate–classic signs of attraction. Reactions he clearly didn’t want you to notice.

"I'm taking this side." He informed almost absently, patting the mattress. Leaving you with the window side.

You wandered to the desk to avoid observing him further, wishing that you could turn off the part of you that always seemed to be prying for more information. And then you felt it, his thoughts getting louder, his emotions growing wilder, reaching out to you. You slammed your mental shields up hard, a gross feeling taking root when it was too late.

Protect. Azriel’s intentions conveyed to you. Protect. Comfort. Provide. Here you were invading his private thoughts without his knowledge, while he was concerned with your wellbeing. What was the point of all that effort Rhysand put into teaching you how to better control your mental shields? It never worked when you needed it most. The failure stung, and you had to busy yourself with folding your dress in a neat square so you had something to keep your hands from shaking.

It was quiet for too long, and you struggled with recalling what he had said to you before you’d lost control. Something about the bed. "Sounds good to me." You decide on saying, placing your dress next to his leathers.

Azriel didn’t seem to find your reply out of the ordinary. Small mercies.

"I'll be out in a few minutes, then." His voice was rougher than before, and it sent chills down your spine. As soon as you heard the bathroom door click shut you scurried into bed. You couldn’t get under the covers fast enough, pulling the blankets up to your neck with a hefty sigh of relief.

It felt awesome to be laying down after such a long evening on your feet. Too bad you couldn’t enjoy it more, instead drowning under waves of shame. Maybe you’d never get a full handle on your powers. Maybe the Mother was teaching you a lesson in this life? You couldn’t fathom what the moral could be. You wanted more than anything to be able to mind your business.

You wished you could turn your brain off. Alas, even your guilt couldn’t stop you from reflecting and organizing what you’d just observed. Not only had you heard his intentions, but you also felt them. Unlike the sweet warmth of his thoughts, his gaze had felt like desire and bad decisions.

He didn’t seem like he was actively seeking to bed you. You reasoned that you were also an available female wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties. You could only imagine how all of that must have chafed against his Illyrian instincts. Rhysand had once mentioned that Illyrians were possessive and protective at best, controlling and jealous at their worst.

Surely those possessive instincts were what you were picking up on, then. You were covered in his scent after all. That was the only logical explanation for his reaction, his instincts were telling him to protect you because you were vulnerable and wearing his clothing. Even if it didn’t quite sound right to you, it was the only explanation you were willing to entertain. You were barely friends, there was no way Azriel wanted to court you. The thought sent a fleeting pang of disappointment through you that you refused to examine.

Whatever. There wasn’t anything you could do to make the situation less messy right now. You were exhausted, and stewing on scenarios that would never amount to anything real was unlike you.

Snuggling further into the sheets, you decided it was best to just pretend you hadn’t noticed shit. The damage was done, Azriel wasn’t dumb, he at least knew he had flustered you. You weren’t going to draw any more attention to that tonight. Or tomorrow. Or ever. Everything about this night was a fluke.

Azriel returned from the bathroom, and you kept your focus on fluffing your pillows. Sitting up you tossed an extra pillow onto the floor, and you could feel as soon as his eyes landed on you that some of his…instincts…were still acting up. You pulled the comforter back up to your neck as he got into bed next to you. Turning on your side to face him you were determined to be normal. No more awkward gawking allowed tonight.

He stretched his arms up above his head, his joints popping a million times as he groaned in relief. You couldn't help chuckling at him, the fearsome Shadowsinger of the Night Court, doing something so mundane.

Scooting further onto the bed, Azriel rolled over to meet your gaze, his wings tucked close to his back as he settled. Most of his wingspan spilled over the side of the bed anyway. He surveyed you, eyes lingering along your tired but genuine smile, and you saw the stern tenseness slowly leave his body. "You sure you're comfortable with this?" He asked.

Your smile turned a tad warmer. This male was just so kind, so different from what you knew in Hewn City. "I am, I trust you Azriel." It was the truth. You didn't have friends growing up, and although you may have a long way to go before Azriel truly called you his friend, you considered him a dear (sexy) friend.

Your words seem to settle something in him, and you could have sworn you saw something almost affectionate flash across his face. You blink, and it's gone, but the fuzzy feeling it left in your chest remained.

Like he sensed your mushy thoughts, he ruined the moment. "So I have to ask you something, it’s serious.”

Your brows raised in bemused interest, the scenario with him wishing to court you snapping to the forefront of your mind again. He’d always been very attentive to you, but in a worried protective way. You’d never picked up on any romantic intentions from him before, and he’s not the type to make a decision like that on a whim. The chance was small, but you couldn’t 100% rule out him wanting to ask you out. Could you say no to him? Would you even want to say no? You’d never considered this as an option before!

He held your gaze, as if for dramatic effect and then with the seriousness of a top notch spymaster he asked you, “You have seen a shirtless male before...right?"

Maybe it was a mistake to consider this male kind, he was a menace all along.

You had never rolled your eyes so hard at someone. Unbelievable.

Turning away from him with enough force to toss your hair in his face, you are rewarded with the sound of his indignant grunt.

"Can you turn the light off please?" You snap, unable to rein in your annoyance. Unsettled by how it tasted almost like rejection.

"You didn't answer my question." He goaded, and you fell right for it.

"Yeah, because it's a silly question." You fire back.

He hummed at your response, "Doesn't seem like you think it's a silly question."

You would rather swallow your own tongue than admit to Azriel that you’d seen shirtless males, but he had been the first you’d enjoyed seeing shirtless.

Done with the line of questioning, you blindly flung your arm back, swatting at him. He startled at the contact, and he exhaled a scoff when you didn't stop flopping your arm at him after the first blow.

He caught your wrist, stilling your flailing. "Fine, fine, I'll drop it," He let go of your wrist, “for now.”

You shifted to burrow further into your pillows, totally not dwelling on how his big hand wrapped around your wrist made you feel dainty. The texture of his scars hadn’t made your heart skip a beat either. Nope. Not at all.

"Could you shut the light off please." You asked again with more venom than you intended. It bothered you how easy this male could get under your skin. He wasn’t even trying.

You felt his weight shifting, the bed frame squeaking a bit as he moved. "Anything for you, Princess." He shuffled a little more, and then the light went off, casting the both of you in darkness.

The nickname made you grimace into your pillow. No one had ever called you that before, and you really didn’t want it to catch on.

You felt him return to the position on his side facing you. Some moments passed in loud silence, and although you were the one that let the conversation drop, the residual tension in the room was killing you. There was no way you would be able to fall asleep, and you would bet that Azriel was stewing in the tension too.

"Az?" You whispered. His response was quick like he’d been waiting on edge for you to speak, "Yes?"

"Goodnight." And you found yourself meaning it. You hoped he got some sleep tonight despite the turmoil he had so effortlessly sowed in your stomach with his teasing. The prick.

You could practically hear the mischief in his voice. "Sleep well, princess."

Ugh. Your stomach coiled, but not in an entirely unpleasant way. Very dangerous. It was an inappropriate reaction, and you wrote it off as stress. However as hard as you wished to forget it, you wouldn’t be forgetting how Azriel had made you feel that night anytime soon.

Even your racing thoughts couldn’t stop sleep from finding you, putting you out of your misery.

And if you woke up to the sounds of song birds that morning, your face pressed against Azriel's neck, your body sprawled atop him while he slept on his back, then that was your business. No one would know if you relished being in his arms a few minutes longer than necessary. You wouldn’t confirm nor deny if one of his hands had looped through a wing hole of his borrowed shirt, his fingers resting just under your breast.

And so what if it had been the best sleep you'd gotten since leaving Hewn City. And if Azriel seemed more well rested than usual on your return to the Night Court, you certainly didn't notice that either.

XxXx

Next Chapter

[dudumax4ever]

Pent Up Emotion

lando X femreader

summary- Lando has a pretty bad race and needs to take out his emotion

wc- 1.1k words

warnings- angst daddy kink, harsh ,sm*t

authors note- I love this fic more than any other i have read i hope you love it to. If you like it please leave a comment as it makes my efforts feel appreciated!

Thanks and enjoy!

You were watching the entire Austrian grand prix from the pitlane. You watched when Lando set his p2 lap in Q3 and celebrated. You watched when he overtook Max Verstappen for the lead during the sprint race. You watched Lando no matter what. You loved him. Unfortunately, when during the grand prix Max pushed Lando of the track and caused Lando to DNF you were there too. You were happy to see Lando, but you weren't happy to see the shunt take place. You knew the risks of motorsport and didn't want anything to happen to Lando. Ever. Lando was filled with rage after the race. You could tell his blood was boiling but he tried his best to be polite about it. Lando's anger was palpable as he stormed out of his car and onto the racetrack. The adrenaline from the intense race still coursed through his veins, but it was now mixed with a healthy dose of frustration and anger. Max's reckless move had cost him the win, and Lando couldn't help but feel like his competitor and friend had sabotaged him on purpose. It was clear that this incident would have repercussions far beyond the finish line. But what you did not expect is that Lando would end up taking all his frustration and harshness on you that night. Lando usual calm demeanor with you was replace by a bitterness and soreness from the loss on the way back to the hotel. You didn't want to say anything to Lando about it because you knew he was bothered, so you didn't even try and press on the issue. Instead, you comforted Lando with a sweet voice all the way back to the hotel. You reached the hotel at around 12:30 am in the night. It was getting late and the both of you needed a good night's rest.

Once you reach back to the hotel you take a place on your bed and scroll for a bit, your both very tired after the long day. After about 30 minutes of rotting on your bed you get up to go change into something more comfortable. You enter the bathroom with a pair of small shorts and a tank top. While changing, all of a sudden, Lando barges into the bathroom by accident and sees you, he quickly shuts the door and hollers "sorry babe!" "No prob Lan" you answer back. He was still a gentleman. You step out of the bathroom to see Lando sitting on the bed completely out of it. He looked so zoned out. "Babe, I need to fuck you right now." "Lan, your exhausted. Don't tire yourself out. You have had a long day-" You attempt to reason with him even though you wanted it as much as he does. But Lando cuts you off and argues back " I really don't care baby I need you bouncing on my dick right now." You pretend to think about it for a second even though you know you could never say no to him. Lando lets out a guttural groan. "Okay baby" Lando didn't feel the need to wait for any further encouragement. He. Went. Feral. "Mm, thanks m'baby" he whispers under his breath.

Lando wastes no time in removing your shorts. He takes them down with on hand while picking you up and placing you in the center of the bed. He unbuckles his pants as fast his hands can help him. He grips both of your wrists and holds your hand back. He then proceeds to give you a look making sure you were okay with this. You give him a small nod and he continues. He thrusts his length into you so suddenly and so sharply that you wince at the sensation. He starts forcing his length into you at faster and faster speeds. He was going so hard and so fast that the pain bought a tear to your eye. But it was good pain, the type of pain you wanted. He starts going at you even faster and more energetically. He readjusts your legs to bend your knees which allows him to dig even deeper into. The new position made you feel wonders and you were so close to finishing. A bead of sweat forms on Lando's forehead from the energy he was putting into you. " My favorite little fucktoy" he mutters. Lando can feel that you are close to finishing but does nothing to aid you. You finally finish and you can feel the knot in your stomach finally unravel but Lando keeps going in & out at the same pace. You try squeezing your legs shut but he pry's them back open. "Not yet my princess, Daddy has to c*m" You cry out from the overstimulation. "Lan, please stop. I can't take it any longer" You whine. Lando attempt to hush you down by saying " Its ok darling, I know you can take it" he let out a breathy sigh and then added "at least f'me", Lando starts going feral inside of you seeking his own release. Soon he gets what he was looking for a spill his c*m all inside of you. He sits back and sighs. "You ok my love?" he finally questions. "Yeah, just a little tired love" you answer a second later. " I'm sorry for being so harsh princess, I was taking out my anger on you. you're sure you're ok my love?" " of course I'm ok after that Lando, more than okay" you say chuckling. You try to get up and go to the bathroom but almost trip over because of how shaky your legs were. Lando sees that and comes rushing over to you, he tells you to sit down and then rushes to bring you a towel, some water and your shorts. He then proceeds to get into be with you and he gives you cuddles until you both fall asleep.

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[a018233]

Captor! Yandere! Eli Clark headcannons .

Tw: Yandere content, Stockholm syndrome(?), Victim blameish, GN reader.

AN: you guys.. should totally fill my request box.

• Eli tries to justify this, saying how dangerous the world is. Telling you how he can't protect you if your out there.

• Eli loves you, and he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you!

• He knows what he's doing is wrong, but he can't help himself!

• Eli loves you so much it hurts, he eats, sleeps, and breathes for you. He wants you to do the same for him..

• He's feels like God himself is punishing him when you scream and hurl insults at him, when you look at him with both horror and disgust. But he's sure you'll return his feelings soon enough.

• In hopes of making you return his affections, he'd let you have free roam of his home. Of course, with the windows and doors bolted and various locks.

• I don't think he'd keep you restrained with any bindings. He wants you to feel as if this was your home as much as his.

• But if you were to try to escape? That's another story.

• To say he's disappointed would be an understatement. He'd use chains, long enough to walk around, but not long enough to escape.

• You lose some privileges you didn't realize was luxuries previously.

• He used to respect your boundaries by letting you have your own bed, trusting you enough to bathe yourself and dress yourself.

• But now, he sleeps alongside you, spooning you, the chains are off, but your hands and ankles are tied together with soft cotton binds.

• You can't even bathe or dress yourself, he does it for you. You have zero control of your life. He even tries to brush your teeth for you.

• You began to feel immense regret as your seated naked in front of of Eli in the bathtub, he'll hum to you as he messages your scalp with shampoo.

• He thought that you'd fall for him the more this goes on, but he could feel his heartstrings snap when you recoil from his touch.

• Why can't you love him? He's been oh so very patient, hasn't he?

• He tries to cheer you up by bringing you little tickets from town, maybe some pastries too.

• But nothing works, you don't even scream obscenities anymore . You have that vacant look, like your always somewhere else.

• He just wants you to react, to anything. Even if it's hatred towards him. But you don't even have the energy for that.

• He tries to give back your 'luxuries', letting you sleep in your own space, letting you bathe and dress yourself. But you don't even have the motivation to eat these days.

• Now you need him, but even then you still don't *want* him.

• Eli doesn't want to remove your chains or binds, but eventually, he does. Giving you free roam.

• Your eight month anniversary is coming up, your still distant. But at least you aren't spending the majority of the day rotting in bed.

• As a little reward, Eli places an order for a cake with some literature books. He kisses your hand before departing.

• As usual, you only ever wander around the house when he's not here. He's like hawk when you do.

• the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the window. Another ugly depressing day.

• But that's when you spot it, a way out. A window that was unlocked. A window that wasn't fucking deadbolted. This isn't a trick, is it?

• You waste no time before sliding through the window, you took quite a fall, you didn't even bother to grab your shoes.

• You'd wince as you stepped on rocks, sticks, you couldn't care less if your foot was bleeding or not. It didn't matter if it hurt with each step you took. You were out, free. You were actually outside.

• The white clothing Eli gave you all wet and stained with dirt from slipping on the mud, your hair wet from the pouring rain. You couldn't care where you were running, you just needed to get far, far from him. The only real danger was that captor of yours.

• That is until you found yourself face to face with a wolf. It snarls as it corners you.

• The moment your have your freedom back, your faced with death. It was a cruel joke, a cruel joke from life.

• Your going to be ripped to shreds, to unrecognizable pieces of flesh. All because you couldn't stay put.

• The world is dangerous, maybe you should've stayed put. You can't tell if your paralyzed by fear, or if you exhausted yourself from running so much. Even if you could run, you can't even move from all the fear. Genuine fear.

• Fear you've never felt before, you should've stayed put, stayed put in that house you despised so much. Your gonna die, because you couldn't listen.

• Before the wolf could come any closer, a flare goes off. Scaring off the wolf elsewhere.

• Your so exhausted, tired, your eyes watering from relief. To turn to your savior, Eli.

"Are you okay my love? What did I say about leaving? This world is dangerous..--" Before Eli could scold you more, all you could do was sob and fall into his arms, clinging tightly to him after your scare with death.

All he could do was smile, finally. You realized you wanted him, that you needed to be with him. He's the only one who can protect you in this world.

• After your little brush in with death, you put up no fight. Eli wraps his robes around you, carrying you bridal style back home.

• A nice warm shared bath soon follows, filled with suds and bath salts. Your sniffles echoed in the bathroom as he washes you throughly.

• Eli dresses you up in comfortable pajamas, then lays you down in bed. Before he could leave, your found yourself clinging deathly tight to him. Asking him not to leave, much to his surprise as much yours.

Eli's expression softened as your grip tightened around his wrist, so much it was hurting him. Before he could ask what's wrong, he heard the words he never thought he'd hear.

"Please stay.." You whispered through quiet sobs and hiccups, poor you. You hadn't stopped crying from the moment he found you.

Who is he to turn down his beloved? Eli hums in response before joining you under the covers. Wrapping his arms around you, spooning you as you willingly buried your face against his chest. Your tears staining his shirt.

"See? I told you the world is dangerous, as long you remain here, with me. Your safe. That's what you get for not listening, now, now. Go to sleep, alright my love?" He didn't mean to smile, he couldn't help it. Now Eli was certain you wouldn't want to be leaving. It's only a matter of time before you return his feelings.

[amournoir]

Happy valentines sweet Aurora ♡♡

I want to request a chains and whips with Elijah ♡♡ (of course) & add some sugar daddy spice if you don't mind.

Ruined

pairing(s): elijah mikaelson x f!reader

count: 5.5k

warning(s): smut {boob/nipple play, spanking, anal gaping, toys, vulgar words?}

author’s note: ahhh lovie! thank you so much for the request, i truly hope you enjoy it. i love you so much 🤍

It was the day Y/N dreaded the most. The one day of the year that everyone collectively somehow agreed to show their love to their partners. It was the day money would be wasted on the same old roses, same tooth rotting chocolates, and same oversized teddy bears. If you haven’t guessed it yet, it was Valentine’s Day. 

Y/N groaned as she rolled around in her bed, trying to figure out what she’ll do. Being outside was absolutely not an option, the last she wanted was a front row view of the disgusting displays of affection. No she wanted something simple yet exciting, not public but also would be okay with some privacy. She smirked as her head concocted a beautifully sinful idea. She rolled over to the head of her bed and reached over her nightstand, grabbing her phone all the while. She quickly unlocked it and sent a text all in less than a minute. She waited what felt like ages but was probably a minute or two before her phone beeped. She grinned at her plan that was working so far. 

Half an hour later, she was getting dressed in front of her mirror. She put on the skimpiest, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, white lingerie set. Her deep plunging skintight dark maroon dress choked her curves in all the right places. She topped it off with the classic black stilettos that had red bottoms. After appreciating her figure, she grabbed her phone and shoved it in one bra then her keys and shoved it in the other one. 

It took her almost twenty minutes to get there but she convinced herself that it’d be okay. It’s better to be fashionably late than early or godforbid on time. Y/N got out of her taxi cab and walked down the brightly lit streets of the French Quarter. Music, cheers, and laughter could be heard before you saw what was happening. As she knew it, couples were standing around being lovey and gross. She made a face as she quickly walked down the street towards the most notorious family home. A bouncer stopped her at the front, she merely pulled out her phone from her bra and pressed the recently dialed number. The man over the phone spoke a simple ‘she’s fine’ and the bouncer let her in. 

Y/N hung up and walked in through the metal gates, the music was getting louder and louder at every step she took. Soon she stood in the courtyard, surrounded by exotic dancers in valentine’s attire. She looked around and noticed how obvious the theme was and instantly knew a certain blonde girl was behind this whole party. A waiter passed her by and she reached for the glass of champagne before he left, downing it instantly and grabbed another glass. 

“Easy love, you’ve only just arrived.” There was that charming accent she somewhat loathed. 

Y/N smiles politely then downed the other glass like a shot, not-so-politely. “Stalking me already?” 

He smirks at her slight defiance, “Perhaps. Or maybe the party’s just got here.” He offers his elbow. 

She smiles at him and hurriedly places her two empty glasses on the other waiter’s trays before he walks away. She turns to face him then looks down at his arm. She shrugs and loops her arm through his, he begins dragging her around the compound. They chit chat briefly on useless topics, occasionally Y/N scans the room but this doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Already bored of me love?” He feigns offense, placing his hand over his chest. 

Y/N quickly looks at him, caught red handed by him due to her lack of interest. “No. Just wondering where the rest of your family is. It’s your party isn’t it?” 

“Actually it’s Rebekah’s, something she’s been sure to let everyone know.” He leans against the metal railing as he looks down into the crowd. “Kol is somewhere here with Davina and I suppose my brother is in his office brooding as usual.” 

“He doesn’t brood.” Y/N quickly retorts without thinking. 

“Oh?” He smiles, his interest now piqued. “Tell me then. What does he do?” 

“I don’t know, I just don’t think he broods.” Y/N lies. 

The man stares at her for what seems like a long while, trying to decipher the thoughts ping ponging around her head. “So once again…” Klaus leans much closer to her, his breath fanning against her ear. “…what, pray tell, does my dear older brother do?” 

Y/N opens her mouth to respond but all that comes out are stutters so she quickly closes it. She tries to move aside but his figure is larger than hers and easily blocks her exits. She’s left with nothing to do but lean on the stone wall behind her, placing her palms flat against it hoping its coolness might relax her now racing heart. Her mind is speeding through different directions, trying to figure out how to leave him without angering him or dragging attention to herself. 

Klaus watches as she tries to find ways to escape, he can hear the quickening pace of her heart. He smirks and opts to startle her by slamming his hand on the wall, right next to her face. She jumps alert, her hand flying to her chest. He chuckles at her reaction, gaze lingering on her plunging neckline. He uses his free hand to slide up her belly towards her breasts, stopping just short of the actual cleavage area. His eyes flick upwards to hers and he catches her watching him, with a cheeky smile, he drags his hand further up until it stops on the base of her neck. 

“Such a pretty neck.” He says so very casually. His fingers wrap around it and Y/N lets out a sudden groan. “Is this perhaps what he does?” 

Y/N doesn’t know if she should even answer that. She remains quiet and hopes he’ll grow bored of her nonparticipation eventually. Before she can utter a word, a voice is heard from her left hand side. “Leave her.” 

Klaus smirks and tightens his grip around Y/N’s neck. “Brother. We were just talking about you.” 

“I won't say it again Niklaus.” 

The hybrid reluctantly releases Y/N, raising his arms up, and takes a step back. He continues to step away, still that smug smile on his face, until he’s further away from her and gone. Y/N lets out a heavy breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding onto. 

“Are you alright?” 

She feels around her throat, massaging the slightly reddened skin. She nods as she looks at him. “Thank you.” 

“You shouldn’t thank me. I would’ve let him continue just so I could hear your answer but something tells me you’d sooner blackout.” 

You turn and face him, an incredulous look on your face, “You— really?” 

He merely shrugs. “Consider me curious my dear.” He walks, no stalks, slowly toward her and abruptly stops in front of a pair of closed french doors. Wordlessly, he ushers her in and waits until she’s inside to shut the frosted glass doors behind them.  

Y/N stands in the middle of the guest bedroom, taking in the view. It’s a normal room with a bed, a nightstand, a plush seat and dresser but it doesn’t look like it at all. There are old paintings on the wall, the decor such as the rug and curtains are from a different time period. It’s like sleeping in a room bathed in history but existing in the present. 

This was why she enjoyed being around the family. The things they’ve seen and heard are far more valuable to her than anything in existence. It’s actually how she and the older Mikaelson met. A year ago she had been gifted museum tickets for her birthday and there was no chance she’d pass it up. She was quick to book a date at the location and when the day came, she was ready. You’d think she was a tourist with the armful of pamphlets and a camera hanging around her neck. She wasn’t even aware of the existence of supernatural beings until that day. Y/N and him found each other in the halls of the Louvre; she was admiring longingly for a time that wasn’t hers and he was reminiscing a time he missed. 

Y/N was utterly lost in her imagination that she didn’t hear a lick of what he said. He had to physically touch her to pull her out of the spell the tapestries had her in. She apologized, embarrassed by her lack of awareness, and he smiled at her ability to shut out the world, something he was quite good at. Their conversation was long, she had questions and he somehow seemed to have all the answers. Something about her interest and thirst for history fueled him, so much so that he straight up told her how he knew what he knew. Her reaction was peculiar. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t impressed…she simply just didn’t know how to feel. 

Over the days she spent in France, he showed her all the memorable places especially where the history was rich. She walked through halls that once withheld so much power of kings and queens, lands that once belonged to the people who would ignite the revolutionary wars. Her body was giddy with excitement as her imagination ran wild listening to his stories. He loved how she appreciated and adored history, this would perhaps explain why he kept her very close to him. In over a thousand years, it was a rare occurrence that he met someone like her. When her trip was done, she left with a journal full of French history and her mind full of the supernatural. 

They met monthly, speaking of quite literally anything until one night there was far less talking than they were each used to. She was out celebrating a friend’s engagement, had far too much to drink and no clue how to get herself home safely. Without a thought, she dialed his number and minutes later he pulled up in a matte black car and his signature suit. Her friends truly thought he was hers and she would’ve quickly corrected them but her drunken state mixed with slight desire had her possessively holding onto his arms. Somehow that wasn’t enough for one of the women, she dared try to have a flirty banter with him, something Y/N wasn’t going to allow. Once again, with no thought behind those eyes of hers, she turned in his arms and kissed him. That small decision changed their relationship completely. 

“I’ve lost you again.” His voice pulls her from her memories. 

“Hm– what? No.” 

He raises his full thick brow at her, “Alright then answer me.” 

Mute…that’s what she became. She didn’t hear a damn thing he said, she didn’t even know he was talking. Her brain tried to remember the last thing he said before they entered the room but nothing came to her. She sighs and looks at him, “Okay fine, guilty. What was the question?” 

He crosses the room from the french doors to her spot next to the painting above the fireplace. Gently, he tucks her hair behind her ear and admires her. He pulls her face close to his until they are mere inches apart, lips almost brushing against each other’s. Y/N was practically salivating, her not-so-subtle gulp drew his eyes to her throat. “What do I do…” He begins, then continues and clarifies, “…to you?”

“This.” She quickly replies, hoping he’d give her what she came for. 

“What exactly is ‘this’?” He asks but knows exactly what she meant. He just wants to hear the words from her lips. 

Y/N’s gaze holds his, forcing herself not to look away or falter even for a moment. “Heard, seen, cared for, and so on.” 

He smiles sweetly and takes a step back from her, giving her a moment to breathe and relax herself. Once his senses pick up on the resting beat of her heart, he uses his vampiric abilities to grab her and take her to his room. In a blur, she is on his bed and tossed on her back, the silk sheets beneath her felt familiar and soft. Her eyes widened but not in surprise or shock, not at all, in absolute joy. She tries to pull herself up into a seated position but he’s quick to push her back down. 

“Now where did we leave off?” 

“I answered you already.” 

“My dear you and I both know that’s not the complete truth. Shall I ask again?” He questions, reaching over into the drawers of the nightstand for something. He hides it behind him, enjoying how her eyes flicker around in anticipation. 

“I don’t…I don’t know what you want me to say.” She lies seamlessly, shaking her head all the while. She had been in his room several times but never once had she looked for an escape like now. Even if she did manage to somehow get out of the room, she’d barely make it one step down the hall before he hauled her right back inside. 

“Hmm.” He hums, still holding that little smile. “I suppose I’ll just have to drag it out of you.” 

“Elijah wait—” She begins but her words are quickly cut off. In yet another blur, her hands are bound in handcuffs above her head to the headboard posts, same with her legs. Her skintight dress stretches and naturally rolls up, settling on her hips. 

The man reaches back to her zipper and expertly slides it down. His hands slowly tug and pull the dress off of her, leaving her in her skimpy white lace lingerie. Elijah sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils slowly dilating. She looks utterly sinful right now. Her arms and legs are spread apart in four different directions, leaving her completely helpless and exposed to him. He takes off his tie, undoes his cufflinks, unbuttons his wrist cuffs, and undresses himself torturously slowly. 

Y/N could do nothing but watch him tease her with his impromptu trip show. He removes every bit of clothing except his underwear that was hugging his firm ass. “Take it off.” Y/N demands, already hot and bothered just from his stripping. 

He smirks and ignores her as he gets onto his bed, settling down between her spread legs. The bag he had retrieved from the drawer had lots of goodies, all of which he knows she’ll appreciate. He removes them one by one, showing it off. First up is a pair of nipple clamps. He reaches up to her covered mounds and pinches each one, earning himself a moan from Y/N’s lips. He doesn’t remove the bra but instead opts to pull the breasts from their confines and they spill out into his hands. Slow gentle massages is all she can feel, his cool palms on her hot flesh makes for a delicious combination. Right as she’s comfortable, he pinches one nipple and pulls at it, snapping the metal clamp on it then repeats to the other one. Once done, both clamps are firmly placed on her hardened buds, there’s a metal chain attached to each clamp. 

Elijah admires her new piece of jewelry and playfully tugs on the chain, eliciting a groan from Y/N. Proud of himself but still not satisfied, he continues on. The second item is a small red oval shaped thing. She’s confused but before she can ask, he presses a button on it and it buzzes to life. Oh no. She knew he had once mentioned this but only because he caught her masturbating, she didn’t think he’d ever purchase it though. There’s not much he wants to do with it but he thinks that it will prepare her for him so he turns it to a medium setting, slightly lifts her panties aside and inserts it into her already wet cunt. 

There are still several more items in the black bag but he only grabs two more then tosses the plastic bag on the dresser. Her eyes damn near pop out of their socket as they stare at the long incredibly girthy dildos in his hands. Earlier that night, she had no plans but didn’t want to be alone so she may or may not have texted him asking to be thoroughly satisfied and who was he not to indulge her. This is how she found herself at her current state completely at his mercy. 

“One last time Y/N.” He begins, a hint of warning in his voice. “What do I do to you?” 

Stubborn as a mule, she refuses to answer but all this does is solidify his reasoning to punish her. He nods his head, he knew she wouldn’t answer him but he had to make it clear that he had given her several chances. Elijah’s fingers trace over the band of her panties, Y/N’s body jumps at the contact. She had been quietly mewling, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving in. He rips it in half then in half again, scattering the tiny cloth now in pieces over the side of his bed. 

Her bare pussy was now fully exposed to him. It has a light pink color to it and swollen, shaven but not fully, it had a stubble. He watched how her muscles would contract to try and pull the little red toy inside its depths yet fail each time. At the same time, her ass clenched as well, he could see the puckered hole tightly shut. He wasn’t having that. His fingers played with her clit, pulling a moan from her lips and making her muscles relax for a split second but that’s all he needed. The instant her asshole opened, he teased the tip of the clear dildo at the entrance. 

“Open or I will make you.” This was a command, not a request. 

“Eli please, not that.” She says, her heaving chest and heavy breath clear. “It’s big— just put it in my pussy instead.” 

He chuckles in a low yet devious manner. He moves his left hand from her clit and to her ass cheeks, soothingly rubbing the plump flesh. His other hand places the toy down and joins in. Soon Y/N’s lips are releasing sounds of sighs and just like that, she feels a loud thwack on her rear side. She had closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy what she thought was him being sweet but he had somehow managed to unlock her bound legs and lift them upwards. He pushes them to her chest, almost folding her in half. 

Her ass was now easily accessible to him. Another thwack was heard, this time leaving an impression of his hand on her rear. One hand is holding her legs firmly in place while the other begins to slap her asshole and pussy. An ungodly sound emits from her lips but all it does is spur him on. He slaps both holes once again, she clenches then relaxes. This little game carries on for a while until she’s a writhing, moaning mess for him. During it, he had turned up the vibration speed of the toy inside her and to his surprise, her body squirted at him. She apologized but he grinned, eyes filled with lust. 

Now here she was: thighs covered in her previous squirts, pussy swollen and red, and his lower abdomen with traces of her little release. Her begging and pleading only made him want to ruin her some more and oh the plans he had for her. Elijah has been paying close attention to her hole which was now relaxed, he takes the opportunity to insert the clear toy. It’s a tight fit but he was determined to take her one way or another, if he wasn’t in control of himself, he’d just shove inside her and deal with the consequences later. But thankfully that wasn’t the case. 

Y/N moans as the toy continues its nonstop vibrating assault inside her. In a moment of brief relaxation, she feels the dildo enter her uncharted territory. Her eyes fly open as she lifts her head up and looks down between her thighs. Elijah locks eyes with her as he smirks, pushing the toy all the way inside, and sighing proudly. Y/N is speechless. She’s never had anything in there until today and something tells her this won’t be a one-time thing. Slowly and steadily, he thrusts the clear toy inside her tight crevice and out, continuing this pace for a while. 

Once he is sure she’s ready, he practically rips his own underwear off and lines himself up. The toy has a feature that Y/N is unaware of and Elijah is more than happy to show off. He presses a button and almost immediately, it comes alive and thrusts itself in and out of her. Fully pleased with himself, he smiles gleefully and replaces the little red toy inside her pussy with his own cock. 

“Fuck!” Y/N exclaims, unaccustomed to being double penetrated. 

Elijah doesn’t give her a moment to breathe, his thumb presses on her clit as he thrusts in and out of the familiar wetness. His right hand is holding one of her legs around his waist, offering him a slightly different angle. All that can be heard in the room is the vibrating toy in her ass, the squelching sounds of him fucking her, and their combined moans. In all of the centuries he had been alive, he’d never once done this and it was arousing as fuck to him. The thin flesh separating her two holes made it incredibly easy for him to feel the vibrations as well. 

Her eyes roll back to her head, lips are parted, face is scrunched, and her rather large tits bounce at each impact of his thrusts. She writhes around the silky mattress, whining and moaning about. He can feel her getting closer to her release and he wants nothing more than for her to come undone. 

He leans forward, dropping her leg from his waist, further burying himself inside her. “Let go for me sweetheart.” It’s a simple sweet sentence but it has her calling out his name as her squishy pink walls squeeze his cock tightly, groaning out her release. “Good girl,” He whispers softly in her ear, kissing it. He stays still within her, letting her come down from her high and basking in her pleasure brought on by him. 

After a sweet moment of sweet nothings being whispered between them, he pulls himself up and abruptly exits her core. His precum mixes with hers and he watches it leak out slowly. He lowers his head, settling between her thighs and begins to lick up her juices, humming against her cunt. He slurps and drinks it all, his tongue enters and sucks as much as he can reach. Y/N tugs on the cuffs on the posts, finding it infuriating that she can’t push him closer or away for that matter. Elijah chuckles at the sight, he loves seeing her bound and weak and needy for him. He dives back down and swirls his tongue around her clit, nipping at it very gently but that’s all it takes to make her come undone once again. He eagerly tilts his head down to her pussy, allowing her cum to slide into his mouth and down his throat. 

“You taste absolutely divine.” He moans, sucking in his teeth. He positions himself again and grabs his member in his hand, tapping it on her overly sensitive hole. “Round two my dear?” 

“Eli I can’t— please. It’s too much.” She pleads, her breath trembling in anticipation. 

“Is it?” He muses teasingly. “Tell me what I want to know.” 

“And I can go? We’ll be done?” She asks. 

He flicks at her swollen clit and her hips jerks upwards, a gasp escaping her lips. He does it again then again and before he can do it one more time, she blurts out. “You make me wet.” 

He smiles, “Continue.” 

“Every time I see you, I can’t stop thinking of you fucking me. It doesn’t matter where we are or who is there. Your pet names for me…make me soaking wet. When I see couples— I…I imagine it to be us, doing all the things they do, especially the sex. When we’re alone in a room, I have to fight the urge to pounce on you.” Y/N confesses, a glimmer of softness and desire evident in her eyes. “That’s what you do to me. You make me hungry for you and…” She pushes her hips towards his, holding his gaze. “…I want you to ruin me. Please Eli— have me however you desire.” 

Elijah leans towards her face and gently kisses her, it’s slow and loving. They make out passionately for a moment, his hands tracing her curves. They stop and look into one another’s eyes, saying nothing yet everything at the same time. He kisses her again, mumbling softly against her lips, “I’ve been waiting 8 months for that. Fucking your sweet little pussy continuously for days and weeks on end.” His tongue licks her jawline, tracing to her ear. “You’ve always been mine but I’m more than willing to break you and mold you into my perfect toy.” 

If someone could cum just from words, Y/N would turn his bed into a pool. He kisses his way down from the shell of her ear to her neck then the valley of her boobs, tugging the nipple clamps, down to her sweaty belly and her warm nether regions. He fixes their positions: he’s on his knees in front of her ready holes and she’s laying on her backside, arms bound in cuffs, and her legs are lifted up and over her chest, her knees practically touching her shoulders. 

Elijah hocks some saliva from his throat, letting the slobber drip out from his mouth and directly into her asshole that is open thanks to his right hand fingers. Y/N stares at the erotic scene before her and accidentally queefs. He chuckles at the bodily reaction but she groans in embarrassment. He spits into her open hole one again, ensuring she’s well prepped. 

“Wait, there again?” She asks, watching him looming over her. 

“It’s such a pretty hole Y/N, why would I ever pass the opportunity to defile it?” 

“But you did Eli— the dildo?” She says but she knows damn well a fake dick versus his are absolutely not the same. 

“Darling if anything is going to ruin that tight virgin asshole of yours, it’ll be my fucking cock.” Elijah says, grunting as he manages to push himself halfway through. With another grunt, he fully bottoms out and sighs. 

He remains inside her ungodly tight anal cavity, his cock feels as though it’s being choked. He tries to pull out but nothing, even with all that saliva and him fucking her with that toy, she’s not any looser. It takes a little while for him to pull himself in and out of her cavern without ripping her a new one. He dislikes this slow pace but he knows he must loosen her up first so he keeps at it until soon she’s moaning and her muscles relax. 

In no time at all, he buries himself in her to the hilt, and pulls out then does it again and again. Y/N had never seen the pleasure in having anal sex but now she craved nothing else. The constant pounding that was occurring inside her walls was making her deliriously happy. Her lips are parted, gasping and moaning, if you squint you could hear the panting as well. Her head is tossed back, a show of her surrender to his onslaught work. Elijah had long forfeited the idea of gentleness, his heightened senses were turning him primal. He grabs both of her legs, his fingers digging into her thighs, as he rides her asshole at an inhumane speed. Her pleas and cries were falling on deaf ears, he only sought after his own release. 

She cums and moans loudly, her body convulsing underneath him. Still he doesn’t stop and truthfully she doesn’t want him to. She is beyond overstimulated but something in her mind snaps and makes her want more. She is hungry for him, to become whatever he wishes. His movements has the bed rocking and creaking, he has never been so aggressive but fuck if it wasn’t hot. One hand reaches for the chain and tugs on it, pulling at her clamped nipples. Y/N squeals in surprise, she thought those were simply for his visual pleasure. He tugs again and again, enjoying the yelps falling off her lips. 

Elijah’s eyes were pitch black, fully consumed by his desire for her. His hands are back on her thighs and his body is pressing down on hers. The closer he moves to her, the deeper his thrusts into her ass are. He maneuvers around so that his left hand hikes her thigh over his waist while his right hand holds onto her neck. He squeezes it, watching her eyes flutter shut. His breath is fanning her ear as he whispers words of encouragement with some good old filth. 

“Your asshole is wrapped tight around my cock princess, so needy aren’t you?” 

She merely nods, unable to utter any words or even think. 

He bites her earlobe, groaning into it as he continues to pound into her. “I’m close Y/N. I’ll fucking paint those walls cream.” 

“Fuck yesss. Do ittt,” She drawls, utterly spent yet still willing to take more. 

He immediately tightens his grip on her neck, “Manners.” 

“Sorry daddy. Please please cum in my ass, fill it up please.” Y/N begs, her words strained. 

“Daddy?” He says, tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue. He grins widely and rails her with renewed vigor. “I can work with that.” 

Y/N’s hands grab onto her binds tightly, afraid that it’ll break any moment due to Elijah’s unrelenting powerful thrusts. He lets out a deep guttural moan and stills inside her, his cock twitching before exploding inside the furthest depths of her uncharted hole —well until now— and covers every inch in his warm cream colored cum. She squeals at the foreign sensation, she can feel him inside and even his release which warms her. 

He kisses her ears, her cheek, her chin, and lastly her lips, swallowing her moans. His left hand unwraps her leg from his waist and slips in between them, finds her clit and uses his vampiric speed to rub it quickly. Y/N’s soft cries are muffled by his mouth, she tightens her legs around him and he takes the simple signal. His fingers continue their work until she’s coming on his hand once again. He manages to make her squirt once more, her moans fall uncontrollably from her lips. 

He pulls out of her hole, groaning all the while, and collapses on top of her. She tries to regain her breathing, her chest rising and falling quickly. Elijah reaches over the nightstand to retrieve the key, unlocking her cuffs. Y/N sighs in relief, massaging her wrists gently. He takes her hands and peppers soft kisses on the red marks. With a lot of effort, she grunts and rolls herself over, laying on his shoulder. She wraps her arms around him loosely, lacking the strength to hold on. He simply smiles and drapes her leg over his waist, pulling her close to him. 

“How do you feel?” He asks, genuinely wanting to know if she is alright. 

“A bit sore…” She answers then groans as she tries to tangle her legs with his. “…okay make that very sore.” 

He places a soft kiss on her shoulder then cheek then her forehead. His hand runs down from her neck to the base of her spine in a soothing manner. “Did I hurt you?” 

She shakes her head, touched by how loving and sweet he is during aftercare. “Not at all. It was just new.” 

He smiles and looks down at her, she looks so peaceful and also thoroughly fucked. “I’m glad. We’ll continue in ten minutes, I want to fuck your ass again from behind so I can watch it jiggle.” 

Y/N groans at his lewdness, “Such a dirty mouth.” 

He chuckles, his hand massaging her ass cheek gently. “Only for you.” 

“How about thirty minutes? I need a tiny nap.” She asks, eyes closed as she’s slowly lulled to sleep by her fatigued body and his cool one. 

Elijah whispers an ‘okay’ in her ears just before she’s fully asleep. He holds her tightly close to him, caressing her body softly as he too takes the moment to relax. The party outside in the compound is still going. He can vividly hear the music and occasionally picks up on the conversations. The moonlight is shining brightly into his room, illuminating everything. He takes one last look at Y/N’s now sleeping figure and smiles, kissing her head softly before fully relaxing into the pillows behind him. He shuts his eyes, ready to be swept away by the tidal waves of dreams pertaining to him and her.

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[suavemania]

― ROSE FIELDS.

pairing: leon kennedy x partner!reader summary: leon kissed you during a mission. you confront him, but leon struggles to tell you the truth. that he loves you. words: 861 words, short and sweet. warnings: pretty angsty! leon deals with his trauma & self hate badly. light suicidal ideations. notes: i originally wrote this with my resident evil oc in mind. but i re-wrote this to fit into a reader perspective for tumblr to hopefully enjoy. written from leon's pov in mind. ummm, not super proofread BUT yeah. idk. it just spilled! i have pt. 2 and 3 already written but not sure if theres much interest tisstiss

"Leon, the kiss-"

"Don't."

He knew that the kiss was going to haunt him, that he would never be able to take it back. He placed his lips on yours, feather-like; as if he kissed you too hard you’d crumble under him. That’s all it was, he defended. A moment of weakness. But it was gone all too soon.

He sat on the bed, defeated. His shoulders stiff as he leaned forward, resting his weight on the elbows that were resting on his heavy legs. He felt your eyes burn into him. You were upset, confused, your emotions swirled in your throat, and Leon just sat there, silent. He refused to look at you, he couldn't. 

"Please." you plead.

And the guilt piles in his stomach once more. The canine teeth of his shame sinking in on his shoulders like pure poison, pumping his veins. He felt like he always made you feel like this, always selfishly hinging his feelings like bait, giving you bits of evidence to his true feelings whenever he felt like he would suffocate; whenever his heart burst at the seams. All he could do to defend himself was that this was for your own good, that it's nothing. You shouldn't know, you can't know, it would- it would­- what would it...

Coward.

That's what he thought about himself.

The truth was that Leon was scared of allowing himself to live in rose fields, let alone walk in them. After Raccoon City, he was so used to spending time in the dim and dark. The bright worlds felt foreign, forbidden; like something his mind and body had long forgotten. the light: it felt like a fantasy, you were like a fantasy. But Leon would rather let his heart waste away inside him than chase after a dream. His dream for safety, security, and knowing that his heart would be protected, shielded from his nightmares and guilt.

"Please, just talk to me."

But Leon kept his mouth shut, his head lowered to avoid seeing your silhouette. Had he given in, had he let his mouth confess his true feelings for his partner; he would have simply had to build another cage for his heart to live in: the inevitable fate of heartbreak, disappointing the one he loved the most. Leon had allowed himself to melt into his self-hatred long ago, feeding the insects at his feet and meeting the soil like honey. He would never admit that loudly, though. That would be thoughts he would sink with until the sticky soil met his broken body, his dampened soul melting into the stars. Or so he hoped.

Moments of silence pass, and as you stand in front of him, he notices your hands picking at each other (a bad habit, he knew that about you). For a brief moment, Leon allowed himself to marvel at you, to selfishly gaze at the only thing that mattered in his life. 

You.

The sun, he thought. He bit his tongue even harder, feeling his jaw clench tightly. Don't do this. Don't be so selfish, don't. What makes him think that he could ever pay off his mistakes, his sins that came back to haunt him every night; clawing at his back. The morbid pictures of Raccoon City were carved inside him, deeply imprinted into his body and mind. He couldn’t allow himself to lose another, especially if the person in question was you. 

He had imagined it if you were there that night, if he had lost you to the memory of Raccoon City. In his scenario, he would clammer his hands tightly onto yours. You’ve been infected, sick and weeping as you rot in front of him, your body actively decaying as he tries to fix you, trying to squeeze his power into you. You cried, blaming him for your slow, painful death. But that wasn’t a reality, and it was something he avoided by not telling you the truth, by not admitting that he loved you. Desperately. 

Maybe he was destined to be married to his work and not the person who stood in front of him. Had he thought about it? Absolutely, more than he would like to admit. Whenever he had trouble sleeping at night, his mind would wander into his better fantasies. He had played a ridiculous amount of scenarios in his head, all that would never come true. they would range from holding his partner's hand while they slept, to him taking photos of them as they explored the world together and the beauty that remained. 

“Leon, please-”

You felt your heart in your throat as you begged Leon with desperate eyes to speak, to answer your questions and feelings. You were filled with warmth, and your warmth was all Leon wanted to indulge himself in, to dive into. He wanted to feel you, to allow you to sand down his bones and brain until all he could be was the remains of his love, your love.

And he could just taste it, the sweet taste in his mouth. It was unbearable. He felt himself shred his hearts walls, the sting burning its remains in his chest, and all he could spit out was,

"I love you."

[xoxoamyas]

Christmas Surprise <3

rating : fluff, reader gets called petnames [ darling, love, dear ]

king!wilbur x royalty!gn!reader [ use of you/yours, no name mentioned ] [ married wilbur and reader ]

☆ . wilbur decides it's finally time to give you a surprise with a long-awaited gift. all the while, sweet shenanigans ensure between you two. <3

note : if i don't get this out now, i never will. consider it my christmas gift/special from me to you. i really wanted to do a royalty type thing, and this was made, i hope you enjoy it [ i may make more king!wilbur in the future, i've been brain rotting over him for a minute ]

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“Oh, darling~,” the familiar voice calls for you, the door to the main bedroom opening. The man you loved to bits and pieces peaking around the door with a wide grin like a kid who just got handed candy.

“Oh no, what are you up to now?” You ask, closing the book you had propped open in your lap, gently setting it to the side.

“Nothing you need to worry about, love.” Wilbur moves with practised ease, hands behind his back as he steps to your side of the bed. Holding a hand out in offering to you, which you warily take.

He makes you laugh when he lightly pulls you up, carefully holding your hand up as his other arm moves to be around your waist and pull you closer. You use him mostly for stability, your free hand moving to his upper arm before his shoulder.

“What do you want, Wil?” You ask as he takes lead in a little dancing, lightly stepping you both in a circle.

“Am I not allowed to love you, my dear?” He's being extra cheesy, it seems, him twirling you around and moving to lightly hold both his arms around your waist. Pulling you close and giving you a chance to wrap your arms around his neck, which you take.

“You are, it's just very sudden.” You lightly laugh, moving to gently press your forehead against his own. Wilbur carefully swayed you both in the same spot for a long moment, content to remain like that for an eternity, even.

“I have something for you, my love.” Wilbur suddenly breaks the silence, quickly pressing a kiss to your nose before letting you go. Hands moving to hold your own with a grin once more. “You need to close your eyes, though. It's a surprise.”

“Wil..” There's a caution to your tone, Wilbur being fairly.. Well, while his surprises were usually sweet, they weren't always thought out. A guard had once nearly lost his hand, many maids had fallen over midst putting things in a room together, the list could go on.

“Don't look at me like that. I swear it's all been planned this time. No lives were lost, and egos were saved in the making of this surprise.” He's got a serious yet playful expression, a slight grin on his lips as he looks at you. ”Now, please, will you close your eyes and trust me?” He's quick to stick his lip out in a pout, instantaneously giving the puppy dog eyes to go with.

You eventually sigh, crumbling and giving in since you just can't find it in you to tell him no. “You're so dumb. But if this is another garden catastrophe, I'm sleeping in one of the guest rooms and taking all the pillows with me.” Wilbur immediately chimes, like a kid on Christmas who just got every candy and toy known to mankind.

“It won't be, just close your eyes, and I'll show you.” He says, wasting no time to press a peck to your forehead, making you smile.

You make sure both Wilbur's hands are on your own before finally closing your eyes and trusting him. He starts guiding you out of the room, being sure you don't walk into anything as he walks you through the halls with ease.

“You couldn't have just had me close my eyes after letting me follow you?” You ask in a teasing tone, realizing whatever the surprise was is a little bit away from your shared room.

“It would take away from the anticipation!” You can hear the grin in Wilbur's voice. “Alright, hold on and stand right here.” He finally stops the long awaited walk, carefully placing his hands along your arms and moving you just slightly so that you're facing a different direction. “I'm going to walk a bit away from you, but I'm still here.” He lightly expresses, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving you there.

You wait almost nervously, half tempted to just open your eyes without prompt. You were just about to when you heard Wilbur say to open them some odd feet in front of you, to which you do, blinking your eyes open a bit.

He had guided you towards the great hall, though it was more decorated than anything. Slowly stepping mind, you looked and paid more attention than you usually did. A real tree Wilbur likely paid someone to bring in was in the corner, decorated with garland, leafs, and what looked like golden tinsel. A few wrapped presents already beneath it, as well.

The fireplace was decorated up as well, some stockings hanging with mini winter decorations atop the mantel. The one in the centre being your favourite by far, it having been the little figures you used for yours and Wilbur's Wedding. It typically stayed on display in the entrance hall; A display of our love and bound fates, he had called it.

Other than that, there were random little things along the walls, likely placed up by the maids of the castle. A wreath that had yet to be hung up on an ottoman within the room.

When your eyes finally flickered to Wilbur, he stood there with a loving gaze, arms behind his back as he waited as patiently as possible. You had grown to know enough of his tells to recognize that he's nervous for your response. It just makes you give a soft smile.

“What's all this for?” You ask, finally stepping closer and standing more in front of him. “I mean- I love it, but why?” You can't help but ask, watching as Wilbur shifts on his feet and brings his arms around to his front, holding a small box in his hands.

“Well, I thought since Christmas was just around the corner, we should decorate.” He grins a bit more, clearly happy to know that you loved it. “I got this for you, too. Well, for us technically, but it's with you in mind, my love.” He's got that lovestruck expression on his face again as he carefully holds the small box out to you.

Your eyes flicker between Wilbur and the box, feeling nothing but warm as you gently take the box from him. Lightly opening it and giving a sound of awe, a pair of wedding bands placed within it.

“Oh, Wil.” Your eyes flicker to Wilbur, a look of adoration on your features before rushing forwards and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I take it you like it?” He asks, breaking out into his own smile as his arms move to wrap around your waist. “I know that it's long overdue, and I have no excuse, but-”

“I don't care that I got it just now, I just love that you put the thought into it.” You didn't hesitate to cut him off, promptly pulling him into a kiss right after.

He smiled into it, quick to lean in and kiss you in return. Breaking it off after a moment of enjoying it, resting his forehead against your own with a grin on his face.

“We can stand here continuing to look like morons or we can go talk the caterers into making some cookies.” You suggest after a moment, hoping for the later.

Wilbur lightly chuckles, “At least we look like morons in love.” He presses a sweet kiss to your nose before moving to guide your arms away from his neck. “What if I told you I already convinced the caterers to make cookies and more?” He asks with a smile, gently taking the wedding band with one hand and your left hand with the other, gently sliding the band onto your ring finger before doing the same for himself with the other band.

“What are we doing standing here then? Let's go!” You grasp both his hands into your own with an excited smile of your own, pulling along.

“We're going, we're going-!” Wilbur laughed out, following after you happily.

[dummie-writes]

the party walkers

self insert ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* school bus graveyard

words: 4.38k

previous part: a rescue mission

note: heyyyyy guyssss I'm back. the rot consumed (the rot is sbg), and even though it took longer, I have a chapter for you :3 also, if you guys would like a tag list, lemme know? I've never really done a long term fan fiction over tumblr, so, uh, yeah? also if you wanna be on the tag list but don't wanna follow me, that's absolutely fine. I don't mind either way lol. just lemme know. anyway, I hope you enjoy :D thanks for your patience

iii. over a horizon, somewhere

the air in the hallway smells like dust and makes your skin crawl with chill. as your eyes dart to and from everywhere you can see, your breathing again is as silent as you can make it. you've had to practice breathing invisibly way too much for your liking. you're lucky this house is the same layout as your real life home, because even though everything has gone to shit, at least you were able to check which parts of the floor creak over here. did your parents give you an odd look for shifting your weight and stepping on and off seemingly random parts of the floor? maybe. but if a weird look was the price of survival, it was cheap and worth buying.

your foot was so light on that first step that you almost thought you hadn't actually put it down. no noise - good. actually, you hadn't seen or heard any of what everyone else had been referring to as phantoms in a good while. probably a night or two - mainly because you weren't looking to escape, you, we're just trying to survive at that point. you felt kind of stupid, not being able to buy proper medical supplies for your bathroom to take care of your injury - but you didn't have an independent credit card, and your parents could see all your purchases. they were kinda weird, they didn't like letting you access your money. it was obnoxious. and deadly, and this case.

but that was beside the point right now.

you had gotten to your bedroom door, which was torn entirely off of its hinges, splinters of poorly painted wooden fibers scattered thoughtlessly in the carpet. peeking inside revealed no monster, not from you could see, at least. to further muffle your footsteps, you had worn thick socks to bed. your shoes were in your backpack, and you wouldn't have time to put them on until you got to… wherever their base was? they never actually explained it. just said something about a bus. but, that's ashlyn banner for you.

(it's not, actually, she had wanted to go much more into depth on it, but you all had gotten so busy making a plan to not die that the specifics of the place got muddled.)

your backpack was neatly placed on you bed, where you had left it before “falling asleep”. you wasted no time in tip toeing to your closet and grabbing all the jackets you could find, throwing them on to save space before swinging your bag on both shoulders, tying the loose adjustable ends together to secure it, even if just slightly. grabbing all the blankets you could before you left, your next destination was the kitchen. your mom had stocked up on lunachbles the other day! this made things convenient for you, so you grabbed as many as you could, stuffing them in your pockets. glancing out the window for a second, the street is an eerie quiet. the sky, red, per… well, per what you assume would be usual. stranded vehicles in their driveway, the pavement unbothered by time.

a head appears in the window, upside-down as it swings like a pendulum on top of the roof.

“OH MY G- aiden! what the fuck!”

“haha got you.”

despite your shaking hands and the buzzing of surprise in your legs, you open your window, pushing out the screen and pulling the blonde in as quickly as you could manage.

“what are you doing here? you guys aren't supposed to be here for another ten or so?”

“I got sent ahead to make sure you weren't alone if something attacked you,” he says with a wide smile. as goofy as aiden can be at times, he has yet to not be on your side in this situation. his nose wrinkles in the slightest way when he grins like that. his odd smile freaks you out sometimes, honestly, but right now it brings you more comfort than anything else.

“oh. ashlyn let you go? like, alone? without ben?”

“no, lol, I sent me. I was getting bored.”

this earns him a dumbfounded blink, and then you sigh, pinching your nose as you open your mouth to criticize his poor decision.

“duck!”

some sort of primal instinct pushes you down, the hair on the back of your neck prickling as a collectable figurine goes flying through the air, and the hiss of pain behind you let's you know that something has found you.

“shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-” you're skittering to the window before your brain actually loads in to the situation, and it does when you're halfway through the window. aiden secures his stance, like he's about to fight this thing! that idiot!

you grab his arm, pulling him backward as hard as you can, hearing his shoulder pop and a small “ow :(“ as the two of you clamber through the opening. the imprint of the window frame leaves a red cent in your shoulder, and you hiss as you fall onto your back. aiden rolls his shoulder back without missing a beat, his lips now pulled back into the more energetic lines they usually are. he pops up, putting his palms flat on the glass and pulling down, closing it.

“fuck! are you okay?”

“yeah I'm good.”

well, that was that, then. you stand there for a moment, your hands on your knees as you pant, trying to relax the tension in your legs from a moment before. you didn't actually have much time, you guys needed to get out of there. your fingers weakly paw at the spilled items on the floor from your backpack, which tore when you guys fell out of your room. stuffing what you could back into it, someone grabs your arm and pulls you up before you even look at who it is. your other arm swings back, your gaze shaking as you hear a deeper voice, tyler's, specifically, gasp and pull back, rubbing his cheek.

“you guys need to not do that, oh my gosh.”

tyler sharply looks at you, eyebrows scrunched up in irritation, before his face gravitates to look at aiden in the same manner. “you are in such big trouble, that annie wanna-be is worried. and also pissed. really, really pissed.”

aiden mocks a shocked face.

“omg she's worried about me?? I knew she cared.”

tyler is unimpressed by this to say the least, grabbing your arm and yanking you up to your feet, holding your shoulder stiffly as he examines you, making sure your not injured. for the first time, you notice the softness in his eyes and cheeks, and while his hand is holding you still, it isn't too tight as to hurt you. he's being.. gentle. which you haven't actually ever noticed from him. you take the time to look him over too, for the same reason. regular scratches and bruises, but nothing to be all too concerned about. his hair looks so soft, does he use taylor's hair supplies? it's very well taken care of. a thought pops into your head.

“oh, yeah, by the way, I got a-”

“there they areee,” aiden cheers, his smile lacing his voice. turning your head, you see ashlyn, logan, taylor and a mildly panicked looking ben running to the three of you. the green eyed girl runs up to you, her eyebrows high as she scans you the same way tyler did. “you okay?”

you nod a confirmation, and she deflates with relief before turning to aiden. “could you not? you freaked everyone out! you're lucky a phantom didn't find you on the way here!” her hands are squishing up her hair as she gives the blonde a blank stare, and then cringes. she looks nauseous for a second, and then looks toward the house. her hands now covering her ears.

“... unless… a phantom.. did, find you on your way here?”

“haha, no, that would be silly. it was already in the house-”

the gray creature darts around the corner, and a chorus of screams and shoes pounding the dirt as you guys start running as fast as possible, ashlyn leading the charge. your chests are heaving, you feel your mouth drying up and salivating all at ones, and your head is pounding with your heart.

looking beside you is your newfound party, you find that everyone has weapons that you didn't really notice before now. you feel the taddest bit useless if you're being totally honest. making a few random turns and quick corners that nearly trip you up, and would have if ben didn't catch you and pull you along in time. at this point, you're holding his hand to keep up. somehow, you all ended up in the forest beside the neighborhood. this was probably the fastest way to get to ashlyn's house, and clearly, she knows it well enough to guide everyone through. meanwhile, the phantom is slowed down by the terrain.

as the trees thin out to the other side of the neighborhood, your legs are beginning to hurt. however, you do see a giant gray wall now, the one that the bus always picks ashlyn up by. this must be the graveyard everyone was talking about.

“time?!”

“eight minutes!”

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

ashlyn skids to a stop inside of the wall, the phantom gaining on us by the second. tyler squeals slightly, before yelling to close the gate, his voice slurring with how quickly he spoke. with a loud thudding of everyone making it in, she slams her hand on the button as hard as humanly possible. the phantom does it's best to squeeze through the wall opening, but it shuts too quickly for it to come in. it starts hitting the wall, the structure echoing loud banging. ashlyn tenses, clenching her jaw as everyone stands in a outward facing circle, adrenaline still pumping through your arms.

“alright,” ashlyn says, dropping her hand a little and huffing. “let's head to the bus.”

“bus?” you ask, wrinkling your nose in confusion, looking around. there were… a lot of busses, actually. you thought this place was a graveyard?”

“oh, it's uh-”

“HAha. no one explained that. oops!” aiden cuts taylor off, giggling, in his own little world before turning to bother ashlyn. taylor side smiles at aiden, before turning back to you and continuing. “school bus graveyard. ash's family owns it,” she explains. there was probably more going on, but for the two of you, exhausted and filthy, it works well enough. a thumbs up from you later, taylor throws her arm around you. oh! friendship! that was fast. smiling at her, you return affection, throwing your arm around her shoulders too. she stinks, but you do too, so you have no moral high ground. what would you even say? ‘ugh, you just ran a mile here to there and back to save my life, disgusting. go shower’?????? no, that would be rude.

a yelp of surprise leaves you as aiden joins you guys, throwing his arm around taylor's other shoulder.

“you stink.”

“you do too.”

“I also stink. triplets!”

your trio laughs as you make your way to the empty school bus deemed hideout. a collective groan leaves everyone, sitting in seemingly designated spots. you shuffle awkwardly, looking around for a seat, before taking a seat behind tyler, beside logan, who smiles and waves at you before letting his head roll back onto the seat. tyler flops into his own seat, and you can hear his back pop as he groans and rubs his eyes.

“that sucked.”

“yeah, I agree.”

tyler tilts his head to look at you slightly, and you realize maybe he isn't actually perpetually angry, maybe he just has a resting bitch face. and also lacks sleep and proper communication skills. the way he again looks you over to make sure you're okay tells you he at least wouldn't leave you to the wolves in an instant.

ash leans over, and you frown as you hear her pop her foot. fair enough, but also ew.

“ah,” she starts, her head gently leaning on the seat in front of her. “the banging stopped.”

you didn't hear it after you guys had walked away, but also, ben told you about her having better hearing than the rest of you all. so that, of all things, wasn't too wild.

“it probably gave up, or-” tyler sighs, his eyes opening to look over to the freckle-faced girl. “- someth…” he's interrupted by ashlyn shooting to sit straight up. a second passes, and it looks like maybe she's just listening more intently than before, and then a shiver rolls up her spine and her shoulders tense. her eyes scan sideways, a nauseous feeling crawling up her ribs and into her throat. bus seat, window, bus seat, window.

fingers over the door frame, a dark skeletal looking head peering over.

your heart drops into your stomach, simultaneously jumping into the veins of your neck. everyone stands, almost synchronously backs up to cover each other. you find yourself in almost the very back, behind ben and logan. you glance at the twins, tyler slightly shielding taylor with his arm even though he's trembling.

the air stands perfectly still, nobody's lungs dare to move. it's like you're encased in stone. your shoulder blade throbs, and you wish you were some superhuman like the rest of them seemed to be. none of them were even seriously injured or anything, that could probably mostly be attributed to having five other people watching other people's backs at all times, and the medical supplies in the corner, but still.

no, you're no superhuman, but ash seems to be. she's the first to start trying to figure out what you guys can do. forcing her gritted teeth open, she hisses a question to you. “can we open the back door?”

“it's blocked!” you whisper, and your chest begins to hurt from how tight you're making your muscles. glancing to Logan, who's started crying in panic doesn't help much either. the own tears pricking at your eyes want to pull themselves down your cheeks, and your vision is fuzzy because of them. you decidedly rub them out of your face before they can be any worse.

“what do we do??” logan asks, his voice catching for a second, his fingers shaking and pulled up to his chest.

aiden replies nonchalantly, shrugging slightly and earning a loud thwack to the back of his head from tyler and an “aiden!” from taylor.

the floor creaked and the phantom makes a lunge for the party. you drop down, arms crossing to cover your face as your back meets the wall behind you, and a scream rips through the group.

beep, beep, beep.

your body lunges backward into your mattress, and you practically punch yourself in the jaw to cover yourself again. your forearms hurt and your legs feel sore. it takes a moment for you to really believe that you aren't in the bus anymore, your stomach heaving in your breathing. slowly, your arms start to come lay on your chest. slowly, your shoulders start to stop shaking so hard, and slowly, your breathing becomes deeper. you can feel trickles of tears, but you let them fall this time. you don't really have the energy at this point to scratch them away.

soreness tingles all along your body, your throat feels raw, and you don't really know why. you didn't scream all that much, did you? your phone pings, and you let the air rest for a second before even thinking of picking it up.

logan

everyone okay??

ashlyn

👍

aiden

lol that was close.

taylor

physically yes

tyler

mentally no.

you put your phone down, resting your head and grunting at the crack it gives.

you

yeah, aiden,

please don't die

aiden

lame.okay

ben

i think you gave

everyone a mini heart

attack when you said

that

aiden

everyone was

already having a heart

attack lmao.

you're looking for a gif or meme or random picture from your camera roll to respond with, when ben starts asking the important questions. no, actually, you hadn't done the homework. you had messed around with it for about an hour before bed, you were too nervous for finishing it and only answered a couple of the questions asked.

you “👎” the question before scrolling on a random app of your choosing, your eyes begging for sleep but your brain screaming to stay awake. the small twinkles of adrenaline from earlier aren't really in your system anymore, but you feel like they're crawling up in your arms. up your calves and up your neck. you keeping seeing things in the corner of your room, your mind making up eyes in the darkness. you don't want to keep your light on all night and run up the electrical bill, but it would certainly help if the places where the light from your phone doesn't reach quite as well would stop shifting. you feel.. watched. you're not, obviously, you know that. you know it's the part of your brain trying to keep you alive, but you're pretty sure sleeping is also part of staying alive.

you eventually turn onto your stomach, your palm pulling back the skin of your face and rubbing your eye. the small clock in the corner of your screen reads four something in the morning. after you stopped replying, the conversation eventually died out in the group chat, and even though you could see someone else was online, you didn't really want to bother any of them. luckily for you, you didn't have to.

taylor

hey, i forgot to check

up on you! u doin ok?

your eyebrow raises before you even process the message fully. why is she awake? of all people, you kinda got the feeling that she took care of herself more than the others in this scenario. then again, people who take care of others tend to neglect their own needs. maybe she didn't want to text anyone else, and texting you gave her an excuse to be awake?

you

im okay, you?

taylor

well, yk, as good as

we can be atp lol

hmm. you send her a random video because you have nothing else to talk about. she sends one back, and you spend the next hour sending them back and forth until you inevitably pass out. it's funny how much more comfortable you are when you aren't entirely lonely. that goes for both the phantom world and this one. it pulls you out, in a way. the way you have to flip-flop between normal life, and the terror that awaits you for seven minutes each night. the fact that the times don't line up still bothers you. it messes with your head, and your perception of time. how much passes and how quickly. you're not alone anymore, sure, but that doesn't lessen the effect of the situation any less.

except, maybe it does. maybe your body relaxing isn't just the natural melatonin, but the ever soft taste of safety. the satin touch of a cool breeze from your window before your mind drifts to a sea of unconscious landscape.

your alarm goes of an hour and a half later. lucky you, you no longer ever miss your alarm, and instead shoot up the second it goes off! yeah, the blood rush to your head and immediately grabbing the baseball bat you have near your bed before realizing what's going on isn't the best feeling in the world, but you're not late to school anymore, so that's a plus.

you don't really look at yourself in the mirror anymore, not while you brush your teeth and hair, not after you shower. a part of you cringes at the thought, even as you glance yourself over to make sure you're reasonably well prepared to head out. the eye bags you've developed don't compliment you as well as you would've hoped, and they contrast brightly against your skin going pale. there's a tired to your eyes that you can't seem to rub away, even as you fill your thermos with coffee before you jump on the bus. didn't help that you were honestly a little paranoid that you would see a monster in the mirror if you looked too long.

you sit down in the seat beside where ashlyn's seat is, sighing as you place your bag by your feet to make room for anyone else. your chin is in the palm of your hand, and you don't feel tired in the slightest. you will in about half an hour, when the fear factor that is waking up fades off, when you fingers stop tingling, and when your jaw stops clenching so hard. you take the moment to try and release some tension as ashlyn gets on the bus. she nods at you, looking you over before sitting down in the other seat. it's a habit you've noticed she picked up with the others, even though at the time you didn't know why. she would stand there for just an extra second, like she was checking them for stains. now, she did it for you, too.

this bus ride feels like it's taking forever, seriously. maybe everyone is just groggy this morning. isn't it odd, that you too would be groggy like the rest of them? normally, you'd be sitting with your friends, maybe even texting lunarmoon, your online friend. normally, you'd be up until early hours of the morning playing games, reading, doom scrolling, not because eyes would make themselves up to stalk you. laughing was now dry, hyperventilating now a more common pass time than giggling and memes, the dull pull of sleep more enticing, yet an aversion like never before overtakes that desire. the tips of your fingers are playing with the bracelets loosely dangling from your wrist. it's a blue one with a dice charm, one you got when you turned seven from an acquaintance at your party. it was the only thing your newly seven year old self didn't end up losing or destroying. now the question would be, would it remain?

a jab to your shoulder makes you jump, and you flash around to squint at a softly grinning aiden.

“hey, don't know if you heard me, do you need the homework?” he asked, twirling the pieces of paper in his fingers, and then they promptly fell apart and into your seat. you sat there and stared at them for a second, before laughing through your nose and picking them up. “yeah, I'll take them, if you don't mind.”

aiden gives you a thumbs up, ben beside him has his earbuds in and is looking out the window like you were doing a bit ago. he looks tired, but that's not new. everyone looks tired; but you've gotta admit, it's probably exhausting to keep an eye on aiden at all times. sometimes, only just sometimes, he makes you think of a class pet that has a habit of jumping off counters. you all look after each other, but ben has a tendency to be the older brother aiden seemingly needs. you're own older brother was off at college, but the two of you had never really been close. you can say the same for your younger sibling too. they never really interacted with you outside of the occasional conversation. it was honestly…really quiet at your house.

you pulled out your own earphones, opening your music app and sending ben a music party link, adding a couple songs to it yourself before turning to look at him. you can see the moment he hears the notification, even if you don't, and then checks his phone, tilts his head and looks up at you. you smile at him, wiggling your fingers in greeting, and he does an awkward little wave back, before pressing the link and joining, adding his own music.

regardless of whether or not your music tastes align, you enjoy hearing each other's pallet. it's refreshing to not pick all your own music, especially when the other person also has an excellent music taste. and the bus ride is all to short for you to really complain, anyway.

you're in class before you realize it, unlike your other… is friends the right word? coworkers at this point? peers? survival partners? you could probably consider yourself friends with taylor, at this point. everyone else was more an acquaintance. that being said, they did all risk their lives to save your own from living in the bathroom for the rest of eternity. that feels a little closer than acquaintances. maybe the right term is party members. like a dungeons and dragons party. yeah. you like that.

anyway, you're a lot more energized, and everyone else falls asleep within ten minutes of class starting. it takes you fifteen. now that everyone else is present, it's easier to feel slightly safer. even after the bell nearly has you tripping over yourself to wake up, and you could've sworn you felt breathing on your shoulder.

you can see everyone talking in the corner of your eye, but you walk over to ashlyn, who's packing up her seat. she makes eye contact with you, again, looking over you before she continues. she acknowledges you with a hum, and you stand there waiting for her to be done before speaking.

“hey, um, I just wanted to say thank you. again. for coming and getting me. i get the feeling you're kinda group leader, well, okay, everyone at least looks up to you like that. and I know it was dangerous to come get me, and you didn't have to, but I really appreciate it. i won't be a pain, I promise I'll figure out something I can do to help so that it wasn't all for n-”

“ash! oh, hey, you too!” aiden interrupts you in the middle of your rambling gratitude and sort of apology? you don't remember, you kinda lost your point when ashlyn started to go slightly wide eyed at the confrontation. he's standing with everyone else, and holding his backpack over his shoulder with that evergreen grin of his. “we're all eating lunch together. y'know… to talk about stuff. you coming?”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One False Move

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

Note: this is what yall asked for, remember that.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Jake ignores every text and every call. When you pull up his Insta, you find yourself blocked. The last revelation crushes you, sending you into a tailspin and your bed. You burrow under the comforter and cry yourself to a restless sleep.

When you wake up, the sun is still down. It's not even four in the morning. You've never felt like this. So hollow and heavy at once. You drag yourself out of bed and make yourself drink a cup of instant coffee that makes your stomach rot.

You sit at the kitchen table in your empty dorm and hold your head. It's all a mistake, just lies. Professor Rogers knew what he was doing and it worked so well. Why didn't Jensen believe you? He knows better, he should've listened.

Your despair turns to anger and frustration. You don't know why you wasted your time. You get up and rinse out your mug before shuffling back to bed. Well, at least you have groceries for the break. You can make what you bought last a while. You're going to have to.

You lay down and try to fall back asleep. You drift in and out but feel worse as the window pales to a dim grey. The winter morning chills you and keeps you nestled under the blankets. It's only the urgent need that draws you out to the bathroom.

You're more away as you return to your room and grab your phone, stomach wobbly with anxious hope. No replies from Jensen, but a message from a private number.

'He's not worth it.'

You know who it is. He can hide his number but you know he's taunting you. What does he want? He's already ruined everything.

You ignore him and put your phone down. You think of putting a video on your laptop but that just makes you miss Jake even more. He should be here waking up with you. Last night should've been the best night of your life.

Maybe...

You get dressed before you let the thought break through clearly. It's desperate and stupid but you're not going to give up. You zip up your coat and shove your feet into your boots, pulling a toque onto your head. You grab your keys and phone and leave your lonely dorm behind.

The pavement is trimmed with frost and in some places, patches of ice crack under your treads. You keep your hands in your pockets as you chatter, walking with purpose along the curving paths. You stop in front of Jensen's building and look up. He's not going to answer your messages and you can't get in on your own, so you'll have to get creative.

You grab a pebble and count the windows. You're pretty sure it's that one. You huck the stone and it pings off the frame. From your side, it sounds pretty loud. You wait, nothing. You do it again. Several times before the window above opens.

Shit, you were close.

Jensen pokes his head out and lets out a huff that clouds in front of him, "go away--"

"Jake, please, just listen. You know I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not with him."

"Pfft, come on, I'm not an idiot."

"Ugh, what did I ever do to make you believe I would--"

"I don't know. Late office meetings, sending me texts about staying late then calling it off, sounds like cold feet to me."

You lean your head back and whine, "he did that, okay? He took my phone--"

"Convenient story."

"Jake!" You holler, "why can't you see I'm telling the truth? I... you were going to be my first."

He just stares, quiet. You feel yourself wilt. He shakes his head and pulls back, disappearing behind the frame and slamming the pane down. There's your answer.

You turn slowly on your heel. Your eyes well and you quickly flick away your tears. Happy Holidays, indeed.

📚

You're in no rush to get back to your dorm, even with cold nipping at your cheeks. You don't care. You have nothing to look forward too. You waited weeks for your break, to spend time with your boyfriend alone, and now you have nothing.

Typical. Just your luck. Even the wafting aromas of the cafe can't tempt you in as you pass. You carry on, keeping your head down outside the English building, and tramp along in a glum fog. Your feet carry you without a thought, the path etched into your mind and muscles. You look up at the familiar brick facade and fish out your keys.

It's frighteningly still and quiet outside. Most of campus is home and happy, but here you are. You pull out the keyring and scan your fob on the censor. The door beeps and you open it, puttering inside reluctantly.

Suddenly you feel the door open wider and you're shoved forward. You trip as someone skirts in behind you and pulls the heavy barrier shut with a clang. You throw your arms out and steady yourself, turning to face the unceremonious intruder.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's got you down?" Steve asks as he stands tall, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

"What the hell? Get out? What are you doing--"

"Shhhh," he puts his finger to his lips, "listen."

You blink and hush, listening to the empty hall. What? It's quiet. There's... no one there. The epiphany strains your face as he smirks.

"That's right, sweetie, just you and me," he takes a step closer and you back up. "Sounds like a merry Christmas to me."

"No..." you exhale as you retreat along with his advance, "get away--"

"You can't spend the holidays alone," he says with dripping sympathy, "what kind of man-- boy would abandon you like that?"

"Stop," you hold a hand up, "Steve, you're scaring me."

"Well, baby," his cheek dimples, "you've hurt me so I think I get to return that favour."

He lunges and you stumble backwards, hitting the wall and rolling out of his way. You turn and race down the hallway, pumping your arms wildly. You surpass the elevator and yank open the door to the stairwell. You hear him behind you. He's close.

You grab the railing and swing yourself around, kicking over each step frantically as you struggle not to fall on your face. You're dizzy as you turn up the next flight and the next. Your lungs burn as you feel yourself slowing. You hear him, footsteps echoing up towards you.

You burst onto your floor and fumble with your keys desperately. You can't get a steady grip as you search for the key to your door. Finally, you slide it into the slot as the stairwell door clicks. You hurry inside but as you go to shut the door, it stops short of the frame.

You squeak as Steve gives the door a jolt and flings you back easily. You cry out as he enters and blocks you into the narrow hall that adjoins the rooms. You raise an arm, shielding yourself as your knees shake.

"Please, Steve," you beg as he shuts the door behind him.

"Oh, you don't have to say please, sweetie, I'll give you exactly what you need," he grabs your arm and pulls you close, "I told you, the minute you think you're alone, I'll be there."

[fertilize-my-eggs]

King of decay

New game ch.1

Ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 A03

A/N: since everyone pick king shigaraki in the poll, I couldn't resist making this story asap. I was into this idea for the longest. If you guys enjoy this story please let me know. So this is a dark romantic fantasy theme au where it doesn't follow the mha plot but I'll add characters into this story, I'll post this every Friday if this get popular. ( Not this Friday but the next one. ) anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one. MINOR N ANTIS DNI, IT'S 18+ AND YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Will you have a love story or not?

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Select a difficulty

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Are you sure you want to continue?

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Shigaraki's pov

It's the beginning of my life, I lost my family by accidentally killing them with my bare hands. I met a strange man before the incident, I didn't know much until I was cursed with it, I couldn't touch anything and anyone with these hands.

Blood covered my hands as I sob uncontrollably, I ran away from my village to live in the forest alone.

The days went on as my clothes got dirty and I felt cold, I lay on an old tree as a resting spot.

No one in my village helped me, I was truly alone, I curled into a ball and couldn't stop crying.

Until I hear him, the strange man that brought me home as I look up with tears.

“ Are you lost? ” he had a sincere smile as he put a hand on my head and pull me close.

“ don't worry, I'll take care of you young one.”

“ What's your name? ” he looked into my eyes as I stare in silence.

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“ tenko shimura..” he has a comfort aura as he smiles softly.

“ tenko… you will be reborn, you don't need your old life from that village. ” I tilt my head in confusion as he pet my hair softly.

“ you will be known as tomura shigaraki as the new~.. come on little one.” and I don't remember much about my childhood but I had everything a kid asked for, a massive bedroom, a feast, so many maids to help me out.

As I grew older into my early adulthood, my old man king Shigaraki made me become a king.

He wished for two things for me, a new heir and to rule the world with a fist.

A new heir?uh I'm not sure about it since I'm cursed with decay. I can't do anything like that but fear of not finding a wife and starting a family is running out of time.

I sit on my throne lazily as my mentor Kurogiri, he was around when Afo brought me into his kingdom when I was a child.

He cleared his throat as he had a princess in line and in hand in marriage as I sighed softly.

None of them catch my attention, they're a bit too rude and entitled little brats that pisses me off.

“ Switch one would you like your highness? ” I roll my eyes as I tilt my head at him then at the women.

“ ehh.. they're not interesting to me. ” Kurogiri bowed his head as he apologized.” I deeply apologize your highness, we'll find more princesses!! ” he politely escorted the women away as they looked neither offended nor annoyed about wasting their time. At least I didn't send them to the dungeon to go rot.

This is wasting my time, I need some fresh air, I told my guards not to worry about me as I'll be taking a long walk.

I head quietly to my master bedroom as I dressed myself in civilian clothes. Baggy black outfit and deep red cloak.

I pull my hood over my long messy white hair as I begin to scroll to the village nearby.

This village is doing a bit better these days, afo was an evil man and so evil that he forced everyone to bow to his knees and give him money. I didn't understand back then how he brainwashed them into thinking he's a good king and made them starve.

I destroyed that man after he was laying in bed after I became king. He didn't say anything, he seemed like he's ready to pass away so I ended his suffering by decaying his face. Putting his ashes into a jar on the shelf never went into his old room afterwards.

I passionately hate him and how he's treating everyone in this kingdom.

I begin to walk into a flea market, looking around as I observe the surroundings.

This village has gotten a lot better, there were people enjoying their own life and gossip as I eavesdropped.

“ Man, that new king seems more intimidating than the last one.”

“ yeah but at least he's a bit helpful by making us have better jobs and- ” I was too distracted by their conversation but I didn't realize a young woman bumped into me, costing me to catch her while she was falling.

My eyes wide in shock, too stunned by what was happening.

You were covered in dirt, covered in rags as you immediately apologized." Oh God!! I'm sorry Mister, I didn't see you coming.” as you're rambling, I wasn't shocked by bumping into you. No no no.. you didn't decay immediately, my hands were on your arms for a second and you didn't get affected by this.

Strange as I thought to myself, could this be my new lover? A person that is immune to this cursed and be alive.

“ it's o-okay.. don't worry about it sweetheart.” I give you a playful wink as I walk away. Who is this woman and I need to make her mine.

Mine and mine only, seeing you blushed even though you had a rough life with dirty old clothes on and hair that hasn't been washed for days.

I couldn't help but find you adorable and remind me a lot like myself when I was young and in the forest once.

I turn my head back as you slowly walk away from people who have jobs selling fruit on the streets.

You definitely peak my interest, I need to follow you.

[iu-xo]

"Like we've always hated each other"

Tantrum.

intro part 1 part 2 part 3

It took much less time than expected! I hope it's enjoyable to read, god this is so slowburn, so they still hate each other! But... do they really?

The sun... the sun that comes through the window... the fucking sun.

The most recent being to move into the hotel after its restoration, he was fighting a battle to the death with nothing more and nothing less than the sheets of his bed, nothing new for the king to say the least, In his mind it was the eighth time he told himself he would get up, And this was the real thing, he thought for the eighth time...

When he heard a door suddenly open, and even though he loved his daughter with all his heart, he couldn't wish for anything other than that she would leave him for another hour to rot for a little longer in his nest of depression and procrastination, Which didn't happen that way.

-DAD! I'm sorry to bother you... I know you were still sleeping and stuff! despite being past noon.. But your help would reeeeaaaally help me a lot rigth now!

Even though his body betrayed him and made him want to sink and become one with the mattress, knowing that his daughter needed something from him gave him enough motivation to sit up in bed.

-Whatever you need honey..

His voice was still hoarse and sleepy, revealing his little to none desire to exist at that moment, but surely when he did something he would feel better... he hoped.

The princess gave a happy squeal to take out some notebook pages with lists and colorful crayon drawings, and grabbed one in particular which she put on her father's nightstand while she put the rest away with some clumsiness.

-Today I have an activity planned but I mixed up my schedules with next week's, so I have nothing to start with!

The blonde looked very worried about this problem she had, and Lucifer thought that maybe she would ask him for things to buy and he could just magically appear them, piece of cake.

-So while I fix this I wanted you to put these flyers in the businesses that already gave me permission!

Wait. What?

the angel really thought He could get away with doing this quickly with a little magic trick, but he really had no way of appearing flyers in specific places which he had no idea where they were..

-erm.. Dear.. Can't we just put them in... I don't know... everywhere?

-Nop! Because today's topic is... consent!

She said while making a rainbow in the air with her hands , Therefore, the little angel had no choice but to personally walk through the disgusting streets of the pride ring... his ring. While he was hanging little pieces of paper on the windows of the shops of the ungrateful sinners that owned them. But... it was for Charlie... so how bad could it be, He stopped thinking about how bad it would be and instead saw Charlie's smile explaining how she wanted to deal with today's topic, he saw her eyes full of sparkle and got out of bed.

-Count on me char-char, I'll take care of it!

Charlie smiled from ear to ear and hugged him, leaning down, he had taken Lucifer a little by surprise but he gladly reciprocated

-Thank you.. means a lot.

They both felt a silence after that, it wasn't awkward, it was like they were telling each other without words that they were trying to heal something, And even if it couldn't happen overnight, they were trying, Charlie knew they would make it, Lucifer... he could only hope so.

But after that charlie decided to left the room to let her father get ready, she also had too many things to do, time was against her and she wasn't going to waste it.

-Well.. see ya!

She said goodbye with her hand, while her father did it in the same way, Once she was outside, the angel walked slowly to his closet, looking for something more casual, but ended up wearing his usual outfit but without his white jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and headed to the bathroom to fix his hair, he saw himself in the mirror for a moment, a wave of melancholy drowning him for a few moments, He saw himself worn out, tired.

He washed his face with cold water as an attempt to wash away the draining thoughts, it just... everything used to be so simple for him, at least sometimes... He left the bathroom and opened a window in his room, looking to breathe something other than his own self-loathing, A burst of sulfur aroma was what he found, he sighed, At this moment he missed the aroma of fruit and freshly wet grass... he may not be missing the regime of heaven but... that garden and it's smells sure were something else

He realized that he had gotten quite lost in thought, so he washed his face one last time Seeking to return to reality, and avoiding the hassle of seeing so many faces at the reception... he opened a golden portal under his feet that left him at the exit of the hotel, now he only had to...

walk.

Lovely.

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-WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

A demon twice his size was shouting at him in the middle of the street, the lamb-like demon had bruises he was bleeding and holding the demon's hand that grabbed him by the neck while lifting him off the floor, he didn't seem scared, in fact he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear despite the dangerous situation he found himself in, as if he believed that at any moment one of his exterminators would arrive and take him out of there, or simply as if it didn't enter his head that he wasn't untouchable.

-F-FUCK YOU.. YOU.. FUCKING PUSSY!

He tried to get free even with less oxygen than required, he increasingly gained strength to kick his attacker into the pit of his stomach, leaving him breathless momentarily and falling to the ground, he took a deep breath and before the opponent could notice Adam was half a block away, he may have been out of shape, but he managed to ran into an alley and lean against the wall, while he saw the idiot run past him.

-SHIT- FUCKING- DAMN IT!

He dropped to the floor sliding down the wall, wiped the blood from his nose, then saw the blood on his hand..

Red.

His blood was... Red. Did he feel.. anger? No.. sadness? Of course not.. he was not a pussy.. He felt... To hell with what he felt all this was bullshit and he shouldn't be going through this! He shouldn't be here! He Should not.. he shouldn't be here...he was the first man...God's most beautiful creation! Fuck..he couldn't be rotting in this shit hole together with all these pieces of shit! They all came from him. where is his respect..

Interrupting his internal monologue bar existential crisis, he heard footsteps and unconsciously clung to the wall with his new claws, since he had arrived he had already escaped from five guys who were looking to kick his ass, perhaps a sixth could be avoided.

Humming a catchy melody, a familiar face passed by looking for something, looked at a sheet of paper, then at the shops, Then he approached the window of the establishment and stuck a flyer on it, without realizing the stare he had on him, Although of course, many people had looked at him since he left the hotel, he had had to send a couple flying, so it wasn't something especially peculiar

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of all the habitants of hell... IT SHOULD BE FUCKING LUCIFER THE FIRST FAMILIAR FACE HE SEES?! This day, this place and all of this it's nothing but a stupid damn joke!

What the fuck is he doing? Hanging ruffles? Last time he tried to sell him that he was such a big deal, what was he doing hanging fucking pamphlets in the disgusting streets full of shit?

The gaze that Lucifer felt on his shoulder felt heavier and heavier, when he looked out of the corner of his eye he noticed a sinner looking towards the flyer he puted on the glass, and an idea crossed his mind, what would be better than advertising the hotel? Well, make it work of course! He could do this, it was just... talking to a stranger! Perfect, and the bad thing was that... he had to talk to a stranger. come on morningstar! For your daughter's approval!

-Heey you.

They both remained in total silence, panic could be seen on Adam's face, had he recognized him? It seemed like no... everything pointed to no, but that didn't stop his brain from wanting to run away and leave him alone in that moment, Lucifer had an ackward face and it shows in the way his eye twitched that he regretted his decision ever since the words left his mouth, but there was no way to take it back now, meanwhile Adam considered the possibility of just running away.

-I see you... watching from there! You can... read it. You know.. it's a pamphlet. They are for... reading-

He could easily smash his hand against his face in an exaggerated way, but this wasn't the time for that, if he brought a guest to the hotel today Charlie would be so happy! he can do it, it was like selling, It's not that he knew how to sell things... but how hard could it be

Meanwhile Adam looked at him with a disappointed face, his communication skills were as deplorable as they had always been, but he glanced at the pamphlet, of course, their fifth class hotel.

-It has everything! You should tell every person you see in hell about it.

Adam's disgusted face spoke for him, while Lucifer sighed, obviously it wouldn't be that easy to bring someone to the hotel in one day, but for Adam everything was going wonderfully since at least he didn't know it was him.

The feeling did not last too long, as he felt a figure forming behind him, heat emanating from near his back, the lamb-like demon feared the worst, and unfortunately he was right.

-To claim to be the first dick you are quite the pussy.

Said a demon behind him, twice his size, Shark-like, It was the guy from before for sure, shit-

-wait. what was that first thing you said?

before the words had a chance to come out of the angel's mouth in their entirety, He felt a gust of wind pass by him but as far as he was concerned, the wind doesn't scream.

As he turned around at the speed of the wind itself, he could briefly see his future guest crashing into the brick wall at the hands of the stupid demon who had interrupted his negotiation attempt, in a moment six wings came out angelically from the sovereign's back to place himself just in time between the two demons with a flutter of his wings, whit one hand he stoped the inevitable punch destined to hit Adam's face.

-Nobody taught you not get into the grown up's conversations... right?

He said this while a grin formed in his face, showing sharp teeth which this guy would remember all his life, Lucifer released the guy's fist to hold his wrist and with a twist of his hip he easily sent him to the other side of the pentagram.

-now. where did you get that phrase from?

When the angel looked behind him he could see nothing more and nothing less than two hooves walking away two meters away

-Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!

Although Adam's intention was to lose sight of the small man following him, when he looked back all he could see was his imminent arrival to the ground, receiving a tackle from Lucifer, they both fell rolling around as if they were two little children fighting in the school garden

-SPEAK FILTHY CREATURE

He demanded, standing on top of the lamb, despite it being half his size and looking humorous, the truth is that Adam couldn't get out of his grip no matter how hard he tried.

-STOP BEING SO DAMN DENSE BITCH!

Oh God. He recognized that voice, he recognized that stupid self-nickname, and worst of all, he recognized that stupid tantrum.

-how the hell. are you here rigth now.

-Why should I say that to you, huh?!

-maybe because YOU DON'T HAVE ANOTHER OPTION?! MAYBE??

Both continued to struggle with each other, one to escape and one to have answers. Lucifer was afraid of letting him escape and that he could cause some trouble, although thinking about it carefully... he looked at his lamb's ears, his hooves, his eyes and his teeth... now he was a simple sinner, There wasn't much he could accomplish even if he tried, he'd probably be screwed, he may already had taked a few beatings even.

-Well, I have no idea! I hope that helps sucker!

He said and spit in his face, something he didn't thought about properly, or didn't thought about at all, The ruler's face was irritated, as if he were putting up with a spoiled child, well... that's practically what he's doing.

-That's all, Let's go.

He cleaned his face whit his sleve and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and began to drag him along the sidewalk, he had an exhausted expression as if he didn't have what it took to face this situation today, although he probably wouldn't any day.

-the FUCK. ARE YOU DOING?!

He said, fluttering his black wings everywhere, managing to irritate Lucifer by obstructing his vision, forcing him to stop, to which he grunted in annoyance.

-Well. taking care of you! What else am I supposed to do! It's what I should always do! because it seems like your entire existence is made to cause me problems!

Adam's gaze could be nothing but anger, he struggled away from Lucifer's grasp, which was curious to see due to the difference in sizes, once free he turned around to look at him from the front

- YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, I WAS MADE TO BE FUCKING PERFECT! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

-If you were as perfect as you say, how do you explain this eh! How do you think this happened?! You are not in this putrid pit for being the dick of the dicks PAL!

The lamb growled in exasperation as he stamped on the ground with his right hoof, after pulling his hair looking to escape from his angryness he lookef at the little one in the eye.

- IF I DON'T CARE, WHY THE FUCK SHOULD YOU CARE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP!

He felt a lump in his throat, but not as painful as the lump in the throat of the king of hell himself, Why should he care? Why the fuck should he care??

-Oh then i saw You die a fucking WEEK AGO. and You expect me to see that You are alive and let you wander through hell knowing that any demon is out there KICKING YOUR FUCKING ASS?! A THANK YOU WAS ENOUGH!

Lucifer screamed as his eyes turned from yellow to red from how infuriating he found having to argue with this idiot, he was never particularly reasonable but right now he was more irritable than normal and had no idea why

- THANK YOU?! OH SURE THEN YOU THINK YOU CAN TREAT ME LIKE A CHARITY CASE FOR YOUR BRAT'S SHITTY HOTEL HUH!? Well I have news for you DUDE!

Adam He kicked dirt from the street, dirtying Lucifer's clothes, who coughed in response to the cloud of dust

-im not your fucking guinea pig.

He narrowed his gaze in disgust, looking down literally and metaphorically at his contrary.

-Are you allergic to kindness? or why is it that you can't accept a fucking favor!?

Adam's Contemptuous face became one of intense anger and he took a step forward and brought his face closer to the angel's.

-from YOU? Of course. Good joke.

Lucifer had enough, he wouldn't wait to know where this reunion could go, It's not even worth wasting his breath on... Adam. Or at least that's what he thought.

-you know what? It's fine with me. It's not like you're not used to everyone leaving you, stay like that, as always, stay alone.

The king shook his clothes to remove the dirt, with one hand he snapped his fingers and as he arrived he left, Adam was left with an unreadable expression, he didn't move from there, he just stood there.

still and quiet.

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The golden portal opened above the hotel's front door, since he had avoided greeting people in the morning he assumed he could say hello in the aftern.. nigth, it was nigth.

Well, anyways, he would greet them at night then.

Opening the door abruptly without worrying about whether it was timely or not, he stepped into the hall.

-HEELLOOO everyone! How does the night treat you all?

From there you could easily see the bartender behind the bar along with the little maid sitting at the bar playing with some dead bug, on the sofa lay their most exotic guest and a certain deer showed no signs of being close, much to the king's liking.

-we have been better short king, But nothing that a drink can't fix, rigth wiskers?

The feline rolled his eyes but smiled at the end, and began to mix different liquids, When he looked in the direction the king was his eyes widened in surprise

- wow. It looks like you were hited by a truck.

Angel Dust looked in the same direction realizing what the bartender was referring to, It really looked like they had made him crawl on the floor, well, in fact something like that happened-

- someone played too rough whit ya~?

Husk put his palm to his face as Nifty leaned over the bar counter

- I like rough.

She said, sketching a sinister smile, to which Lucifer reacted with a certain degree of displeasure, and Husk put a donut from the bar counter in her mouth to make her shut up for a little bit

- umh.. rigth. Well no, I wasn't hit by a truck, and no! Neither, the other thing. I just ran into a few issues. Nothing to worry about.

While this small exchange of words was going on, footsteps could be heard in the distance approaching faster and faster, ending with a hug from behind to Lucifer's surprise.

-DAD! What happened? It took you hours to come back!

-Oh come on, come on... it's nothing at all! A few small issues, a few hours! But everything is fine now.

While the angel convinced Charlie that it was nothing, sounds of static reached everyone's ears, covering them in the act, everyone anticipated the arrival of you-know-who, it was nothing new for him to arrive in such a dramatic way, especially if the king was there prior to his arrival

-How interesting... I would swear it would take more than a few small matters to delay the big boss.. a couple hours.

The one who had just arrived in the room exclaimed very arrogantly, with a smile from ear to ear per usual , Charlie watched him appear on the spot and waved happily, only to receive a greeting from the deer-like demon in return.

-oh oh oh If you only knew You little shit.

Lucifer smiled evilly knowing that if Alastor ran into Adam again the last thing he would do would be act with that arrogance so characteristic of his

-Honey there is someone at the door.

Vaggie entered the room and to the conversation to warn her girlfriend about the presence of someone outside, so charlie left the two old men arguing to answer the door

-Oh but tell us your highness, what were these "issues" then.

-Nothing that your walnut-sized brain can understand piece of-

Two brown hooves entered, stepping on the red carpet that covered the hotel's entrance hall, to which Charlie said very excitedly and taking small jumps until they reached the area where everyone was, her girl on one side of the stranger and her on the remaining side.

Lucifer's sight changed from being fixed on Alastor to seeing the newcomer and although the king was already prepared to smile at the person to receive them, when he looked at him carefully, the only thing that came out of his mouth was..

-FU- ADAM?! THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE.

When everyone heard who he was talking about, they stayed cold and glued to the floor. With his new demonic form, no one would have guessed that it was the leader of the exorcists in person, or rather... in demon.

-ADAM?!

-adam??

-THAT ADAM?!

-OH OH estás muerto CABRON!

-Mhhh..

After the domino reaction Adam with lowered ears tried to talk keeping his dignity and pride, not very successfully, with a stupid smile on his face he speak

-heey bitchees.. so.. what's for dinner?

You could swear there was the sound of a cane breaking in the background followed by a static sound.

[bullet-prooflove]

Slowdancing in the Parking Lot Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now

Singing for you darlin' in the same old way I first saw you

The last time I was in the back of a cop car I fell in love

Watchin' your red dress fall to the floor

Corner pocket at 12 AM

I'm undressing you in my head, my bed

Let's get some candles burnin' And some records turnin'

And the only thing I wanna do is find a spot Stop this car and throw it in park and get just Slow dance with you

My face on a cold window trying to sober up

I can still recall the words you said to me back then

All the lights down low take it nice and slow

But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk

Hoping for a slow song to come on the radio now

Midnight into morning with you

And if you leave just give me one more night

Let's lay in the dead grass Stare at the stars

So I've been thinkin' we need A little time alone

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

So whatcha say we cancel our plans? Tonight, I'm only gonna be your man

Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far

Getting close to you Making the most of whatever we got

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

The way your body's movin' Keep doin' what you're doin' To me all night long

Let's just leave here 'Cause there's nothing left to see

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

Writin' our love song

Love that look in your eye

And I still see you walking away And I tried to say I'm sorry

But she won't believe you When you fall down on your knees

We were more than friends from the start

Even if it's just a slow dance in a parking lot

I'm saving you from sharing All the things that I've been through

The things you're looking for Are the things I'll never be

And I don't care what song comes next I'm falling right here, 

Let the passion take us to a higher place Makin' the kind of love we make

Cause there's no one That you'll find that's quite like me

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?"

Ain't nobody get you like I do

What I'd give to have you back and in my arms again

Well, there ain't no way, baby To get me out this house When you look this good

"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

Girl, I wonder, should we make another mistake?

She's wearing an old dress

And I couldn't find the words to make you stay

Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back

Next to me tonight That's the ecstasy I like

And do you want to take my broken heart?

Don't get me wrong No I don't want to hurt you

And I tried to keep you wrapped in my arms

He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona

So listen to me girl You're just wasting precious time

Hiding all my feelings in the dark

I'd change that in a heartbeat just to feel your body

And I still see your fingerprints Running across my frostbit skin

You think you know me so well Who gave you the lowdown

[adamsobservatory]

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Character/Pairing: Al-Haithem x GN!(?) Reader Pronouns: You/Yours Summary: You don't know how long its been since you've even slept in the same bed as him, what was the point of this anyways? This pointless marriage was getting in his way and making you miserable. You can tell he's lost interest, you can see it in his eyes, in the way he speaks to you or lack of speaking to you. He's changed completely, this is not the man you married. Warnings: Modern!GenshinAU, Angst no comfort, maybe I'll write a comfort fic after this, triggering topics mentioned (Depression, suicide idolation mainly) Authors Note: This is very self-indulgent =^._.^= ∫ Was playing I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski while writing this Also Cigarettes out the Window by TV Girl

Reminders I still take requests!!

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The car rumbles as you travel down the empty highway, the silence deafening as the two of you sped past the exit. The exit home flies past your eyes as you look ahead, you wished the car would swerve and crash as you stared ahead at the empty road. Not a soul out this late yet here you two were, driving down the freeway in the silence. Not even a whisper from the radio as you stared coldly at it. "Would you like to turn it on?" His voice traveled to your ears like a sweet serenade sung only for you, like the melodies were meant for you and only you. Yet you recoiled at the sound, your body almost jumped away from it. It disgusted you, made you feel angry, bitter, pure hatred. This man had wasted your years, this wasn't the young boy who'd blush and promise to live for you and only you, this wasn't the man who'd let only you see his small smile as you spoke about your day, this wasn't the man you married. This was a husk, a dead carcass, the shell of your first and only love. "M..My lov-" "Don't call me that. Its been almost 2 years since you last told me you loved me, much less call me any pet-names."

Your voice was as dull as your eyes, they used to shine with love and affections you only held for your lover, now they looked at the street in front of you, the yellow lines passing by the windows in pale blurs as you watched them. The light gone, love and affection for Al-Haithem fizzling out and dying, it rotted and decayed before bubbling into full fury. Your anger felt hot and sticky, bubbling and burning bright as you stared ahead, watching the exit toward your shared home pass by. "Why are we doing this?" Your words hit Al-Haithem like a slap to the face, he knows what you mean. Yet he's sat here driving this car and answering like a fool. "I thought a drive would help clear our minds... I could see in your face, you look quite exhausted." "That's not what I'm talking about and you know it." Al-Haithem sighed, playing ignorance for what reason? He didn't know himself. You spoke again, sadness, angry, all types of emotions weaved into your tone as you looked forward at the dark road in front of you.

You sighed and continued to watch the road. You felt sick, you wanted to open that car door and roll out onto the road maybe if you did you wouldn't feel like this any longer. You didn't want to die... Did you? Your husband lover roommate, God you didn't have a clue what to call your relationship anymore.

No other words were said as you started ahead at the road, slowly hoping to run right of of it.

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Sorry to cut this short, was in a shitty place writing this and now I'm doing better😭

Might come back to it tho

[nottoofondofgaypeople]

Reunions and Confessions

Garrancemau brainrot go brrrr

I watched the episode where Laurance comes back from the Nether and then I started feeling some things, and then this happened

Garroth was on his usual patrol around Phoenix Drop when he felt something... off. As he walked past the forest there was just an uneasy feeling, worse than the one he already had with Zane around. That feeling quickly turned into panic when Garroth saw a white light starting to come from beyond the trees. Without thinking he rushed towards it, hoping his worst fears weren't manifesting. Oh Irene, tell him it wasn't Zane doing something awful.

Instead when Garroth stumbled into the small forest clearing he saw a gold and black wyvern with decaying wings wrapped around the unconscious body of his old friend. Laurance had never looked worse, his hair was a burnt mess, his face was covered in black and purple markings that danced across his skin with a little too much life, and when Garroth got closer, he could tell he wasn't breathing.

"Laurance?!" Garroth nearly screamed, rushing forward and picking his hand up. No pulse.

"What happened?!" Irena cried out as she rushed to his other side.

"He's not breathing!"

"He's still alive," Ungrith gasped out. Irena hesitantly reached a hand out, and Ungrith used his remaining strength to put his claw in her hand.

"Ungrith, what happened?" She asked, desperately trying to keep her voice even as Garroth checked for proper signs of life.

"I-I did it." The wyvern smiled, even as more of the black and purple rot spread across his gold body. "I saved Laurance."

"Just hold on! I'll get you help--"

"Don't. Please."

"Why not?!"

"It would be... a waste of your time. It's too late for me, Irena."

"What did you do?"

"Something forbidden... I used my magic to break the realm barrier. And this is my punishment. Laurance saved my life when I was cast away from my home in a realm that was not my own, and now I have done the same." Ungrith lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

"Wait, please don't die!" Irena rushed forward to put her hands on his face, hoping she could do something to save him. The rot only spread as Ungrith let out a shaky breath.

"Worry not. Wyverns cannot die. One day I will be reborn in my own realm. I have brought Laurance home, and now I can go back to my home." His eye barely opened to look at her. "Promise me you'll protect him." Irena looked over at Garroth who had picked up Laurance's limp body and began carrying it to Phoenix Drop.

"I will. I promise. I won't let your sacrifice be in vain."

"Thank you..." His eyes closed, and his wings folded. Irena leaned forward to place a kiss to the last part of his body yet to be taken, the center of his forehead. And then, it took him. She backed up, and then turned away. No need to see his body decompose. Instead she dashed forward, running past Garroth and straight to the plaza.

"Zoey!" She called from the top of the staircase down. The elf looked back at her with clearly panicked eyes. She had felt what was happening even if she didn't see it. "I need your help with something." She just nodded, grabbing her medical supplies and following Irena to her home. They barely got the guest bed set up when Garroth appeared and lay Laurance on it carefully.

"Give me some time alone with him," Zoey instructed. "I don't do well with others watching."

"Of course. Thank you," Irena replied, pressing a kiss to Zoey's cheek before she turned away and followed Garroth downstairs. The two of them sat together on the hill overlooking Phoenix Drop in silence for some time. At some point Irena had interwoven their hands together, and despite his usual hang ups about physical contact, Garroth didn't voice any objection.

There was more to be done. Phoenix Drop was still growing, and Zane was still an active threat. Irena couldn't help but think of every little thing she could be doing in this moment. But she couldn't find it in herself to leave. Not until she knew Laurance was alive. He had to be. Then again, if he was alive...

"Garroth, we need to talk," Irena said calmly, though her tone was clearly uneasy.

"About Laurance?" He guessed, to which she nodded.

"If he is alive, he's probably a shadow knight."

"I think it's the only way someone could survive in the Nether."

"Do you think he would... Try to kill me?" Garroth sighed, wishing he could give her better assurances. He hated the tremble of fear in her voice.

"That I do not know. It all depends on how Laurance feels." He didn't need to say anything else. They had both seen how flirty Irena and Laurance were. They both knew how he felt.

"Irena?" Zoey called out. Irena instantly turned around and stumbled to her feet, meeting Zoey at the top of her staircase.

"How's Laurance? Is he alive?" She asked desperately.

"H-He's alive, thank Irene. But he's not in the best condition."

"What do you mean?"

"He clearly sustained multiple injuries in the Nether, and his body and magic is all messed up from traveling between realms. Worst of all though... Laurance has gone blind."

"What?!" Irena nearly ran downstairs to see him then and there.

"I believe it's a side effect of traveling between realms. A-And if it was caused by that, I have no idea how you'd undo it." Zoey held Irena's hand tenderly, hating herself for the tears starting to build up in her friends eyes. "I'm sorry, I wish I could give you better news."

"Is he awake?"

"Yes... When he first woke up he called for you, and when you didn't respond, he started to panic. I only managed to make him calm down by assuring him that you're alive."

"I'm going to go talk to him."

"Thank you, Zoey. For everything." Irena kissed her other cheek this time, earning a slight giggle from the elf. The two finally broke away from each other, and Irena almost held her breath as she walked upstairs. The instant she saw Laurance she rushed to his side, nearly crashing into the bed as she knelt next to him. "Laurance?"

"Please know that Laurance is incredibly unstable right now. He's scarred both physically and mentally, and might not be quite the man you remember." Zoey pressed a kiss to the back of Irena's hand before letting it go. "I'm going to go speak to Emmalyn and see if she can help me come up with anything to help him."

"Irena?" He gasped out, instantly followed by coughing. Irena reached into her bag and pulled out a glass bottle of water, but when she tried to hand it to him, Laurance simply took her hand instead. "Irena, I can't see you."

"I'm here, Laurance. I'm right here." She gladly set anything aside to hold his hand in that moment. Just to feel some level of life coming from him. "You're safe. You're in Phoenix Drop."

"I know. You wouldn't be this calm if we were anywhere else." Irena let out a small laugh, making Laurance's hand relax. "It's nice to hear your laughter. I was really worried about you."

"I-I'm fine. But you... What happened?" Laurance tensed up a little more, his breathing suddenly heavy.

"I can't even begin to describe the pain becoming a shadow knight causes physically, mentally, and spiritually."

"I'm so sorry--"

"Don't, please." Laurance lolled his head to the side and gave her a weary smile. It was unnerving to see his whited out eyes. "I'd much rather be here with you and have no sight, than be there and able to see."

"B-But you wouldn't have--"

"Please, don't take the blame for my choice. I'm far more relived that you're alive."

"I'm relieved you're alive too. I was really worried about you." Laurance squeezed her hand before he let out a weary laugh.

"Can I... talk to you about something?"

"Anything."

"I-I wasn't... I became a shadow knight against my will. I held desperately onto my humanity by thinking of you." Now that he had started, Laurance knew he couldn't stop. "You were the main thing that kept me sane while I was in that awful place."

"W-wait, Laurance, are you--"

"I'm in love with you Irena. A-And I don't expect anything to come of this, heck I don't even expect you to feel the same way. It would be selfish of me to think so. I don't know what the future holds for me, or what will happen if I turn. But I needed you to know that before I lost more than my sight." Laurance wove their fingers together, and the smile on his face was one of the most genuine expressions of love Irena had seen.

"Laurance I..." She couldn't think of what to say. She knew how Laurance felt from very early on, and yet she didn't care. She actually... liked having someone that admired her. But hearing such a heartfelt confession made it feel like so much more. She remembered the pain she felt when Laurance shoved her forward and insisted he would stay and fight. If she were in the same situation, she probably would have done the same for him. That was enough.

"I don't expect you to--"

"I think I love you too." Laurance froze for a moment. He may have said all those romantic words, but he was seriously pissed he didn't have his sight in that moment. He wanted nothing more than to see her face, to know she was being serious. That she wasn't just saying that for his sake.

"Y-You do?"

"I think I do." Irena let out a nervous laugh. "I don't quite know how love works but... When I talked to you I felt something like how it's been described to me. I-I don't know how to be in love but..." She glanced down at Laurance and smiled tearfully. It was so relieving just to see him alive again, even if he wasn't in the best shape. "I'm willing to try it with you." His smile somehow only grew bigger, and his grip on her hand tightened considerably.

"I-I can't even put into words how happy you've made me. I only wish I could see your beautiful face for myself."

"We'll find a way to fix this, I promise."

"You don't have to." Laurance squeezed her hand. "I'm content to love you even like this. As much as I'd like to kiss you, I understand you have your reservations on that. I'm grateful that you even consider me worthy of having by your side."

"After everything you've done for me, I'd say a kiss is the least I can give you." Irena leaned over, and while she could see Laurance's lips expectantly waiting, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before pulling away. "Get some rest, okay?"

"Yes, my lady." Irena giggled, before letting go of his hand and standing up. Even if his eyes weren't working, she could tell he was trying to follow her based on sound. Maybe that meant her footsteps were a little heavier on the stairs as she left, maybe she was just exhausted after a long and emotionally tiring day. Who's to say?

[defire]

Ghost of Seattle Chapter 13

Content: child soldier, whumpee turned whumper/living weapon, choking, guns

Chase led the squad down the highway, clambering up some broken roof to see where the freshly-collapsed rubble lay. They hoped to find new medical supplies in the newly revealed layers of hospital. It had been so dangerous to enter, people hadn't dared go in too deep. But yesterday, Guard forces had strategically placed explosives so that the rubble would fly away, leaving several levels available to loot. It should be done settling by this time.

Commander Merc had sent Chase's squad to go find the most valuable stuff quickly.

"Ron, what do you see over there?" Chase pointed up toward the hospital. Right now, their team wouldn't be close enough to be spotted, but Plaid territory was nearby. If the Plaids had already gotten there to check it out, the Guards would be at a disadvantage.

Ron clutched Chase's hand, relying on the smaller boy's strength to keep him from falling. He peered over the rubble anxiously, then ducked his red head back down.

"People." He said. "Plaids. They've all got the scarves."

"Okay," Chase said. "Then let's go around. Can you see a way?"

Ron shook his head, not checking again. Chase let him climb down clumsily.

"It's okay, Ron, you don't have to go first."

"I don't think we should risk it." Ron said.

Chase thought for a moment, then hopped down to rejoin the other Guards. 

"What do you think, Circle?"

Circle was an older man with a permanent sneer. He tended to make good calls.

"Nothing to be afraid of." Circle said. "It's our stuff. We take it back."

Chase couldn't go back to Commander Merc without the loot. That would make him mad. It was out of the question. So he nodded.

"I'll sneak around using the little clinics over there. I need 2 people to follow me with backpacks to trade me out." He looked over his little group. "I'll bring Ron and Mira. Circle, you take the rest and engage the Plaids. Try not to die."

"You're spoiling me here." Circle sneered. Chase had taken the two that could barely fight.

"Good work." Chase said, copying his dad.

Then he turned and signaled for the 2 he'd chosen to follow him.

Chase crept up close to the hospital, then waited for the shouting and fighting to start and leapt forward, jumping in through a hole. 

It was a ward room. The bedding and stuff would be valuable, but not compact, and not anything near what the medicine was worth, if he could find it. He wasn't sure where to look.

He beckoned for Ron and Mira to follow him and moved in, crunching on glass underfoot.

A dead human rotted in the bed to the right. 

"Body." He said. 

Chase's squad tended to warn each other about bodies. They were creepy. Sometimes the shade lingered right over the head of the dead thing. There was a strong feeling of "don't touch" about it.

Chase moved on into the hall. Very old corpses were strewn around down the entire hall to the left and right. Guards weren't the first comers trying to loot this place. 

"Lots of bodies." Chase said, grimacing.

"Not surprising." Mira said, nearly bumping into him from behind.

Chase jumped at her voice and turned.

"Just me." She said. "You should look in the basement for a vault. Hospital basements used to always be off-limits."

Chase lifted a finger to his lips. He heard voices coming down the hall. They ducked back into the ward. 

Steps slowed as they approached.

"I hate places like this. I don't know why they send us." One young man's voice said.

"Then let me walk in front, bro." A girl said.

"No. I'm the oldest. I should protect you."

They hesitated near the ward where Chase and the others hid. 

"Likely place for intruders, if we were actually patrolling." The girl said. 

"Come on," The man said. "We can't waste time like that. We have what we need. With those keys, I should be able to open anything."

They kept walking. 

Chase crept out and watched them go, voices becoming muffled by the echoing of the corridor.

When they were far enough away that the darkness should mask him, he slunk after them, watching his step around the fallen bodies. 

At his signal, the other two followed, and then stood guard, one at each level on the stairs. Going down stairs quietly was almost impossible. The only thing that made it doable was a few corpses on the steps. They dampened his reverberating steps just enough that, if he breathed very subtly, he stayed inaudible. 

They were going down the stairs.

"You sure this is a good idea?" The girl said. "If the fighting out there goes south, we'll be the only Plaids here. And he told us to just patrol."

"It doesn't matter what he wants. If we come back with the meds, nobody can say shit." The man said, panting. "Besides, Wren needs it."

The girl sighed. 

"Yes."

They fumbled with keys and then wrenched open a door at the bottom of the stairs, matte gray with a heavy-duty lock. He watched them go into a pitch-black hall. Open that door, and they'd immediately know he was there, because of the light. 

He retreated back up the stairs, reuniting with Ron and Mira. 

"Mira, you still have that gun?" Chase asked. 

Mira patted her hip.

"Take it out," Chase said. "And you and Ron go first. Tell them to drop the goods and leave. If they keep coming, back up across my hiding place."

As he spoke, he shoved open the stair-door and went through quickly. He ducked into a small break room, standing in front of a vending machine.

It was only a few minutes, but in that time, people had started coming in from the other side of the hospital. You could hear the doors slamming, and no more gunshots.

 The floor just below them was the one that was accessible to that side, but it was only a matter of time before they got to Chase's floor.

Then the door cracked open. The two Plaids were back.

"Drop it! Drop the medicine!" Mira shouted, voice cracking in fear. 

There was a short cry of surprise from the girl, and a pause. The man was huffing even more now. Chase heard Mira backing up. He took a breath, softly. Even if the Plaids were the ones ransacking the hospital right now, he couldn't afford to leave without  that medicine.

"Drop it now." Mira repeated.

She seemed to have forgotten to tell them they'd be safe as long as they left the loot. She was past the doorway now. 

Chase lunged out, grabbing the surprised man by the throat. He had a gun out, a large rifle, but he hadn't been prepared to fire. Over his right shoulder, the man's backpack started slipping off as Chase's grip got tighter. He hung on like a monkey to the gasping man with his legs kicking for footholds on the man's calves. He tightened his arm across the guy's throat and held on, till he fell to his knees. He'd sounded like he had trouble breathing, so it was the first thing that occurred to Chase to attack.

The girl tried to take off.

Mira was just standing there shaking, with the gun, but Ron blocked the Plaid girl by spreading his arms. He caught her and pushed her back. 

"Kill her, Mira!" Ron said. 

"We don't want to kill you!" Chase said. "Just drop your pack and we'll let you both live!"

He wasn't so sure about that. The man sagged heavily back to the floor, halfway squishing Chase with his upper body. Chase struggled, slightly releasing his arm. The man gasped desperately. Chase pressed his forearm back in. 

"Alright!" The girl shouted. Her voice carried down the hall toward the looters coming their way. 

She shrugged off her pack. 

"Now let my brother go!" 

"Pull off his pack too." Chase said. The looters' voices were unfamiliar. Not Guards.

"Please! It's everything we have!" The girl cried. 

"Pull it off!" Chase yelled. "Now!"

She flinched at that, but pulled it off her brother's arm. 

Mira and Ron grabbed the bags the moment she stepped back. Chase got himself out from under the man, then let him go.

"Sorry." He said. Then they fled.

As Chase pulled Ron out from the window, they heard gunshots. 

They fled back over the rubble. Ron stumbled and fell down into the ditch in the road with a loud crack to the knee. He muffled a cry of pain. 

Guards surrounded them.

"You're okay." Mira panted. "I thought you were all dead."

Circle put a hand on her shoulder.

"Just had to retreat." He said. "They had reinforcements."

"Are we cut off?" Chase asked.

"Not yet." 

"Okay, let's get out of here then." Chase said.

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Fairytale:Lovely Day

Starring: Yourrage as Javion Davis

You as Yourself

Part 2

Summary: Today was the day! You were picked to be your favorite streamers assistant/manager! but when you get there you see that its nothing like sunshine and rainbows.

Warnings: Contains Foulllll language (not much but still, cussing is in it), maybe awkwardness but thats the point!, dual pov so the pov will switch.

A/N: HIIIII!!! its bratz😁 my first series on hea! this is a slowburn but trust, we shall be whores soon! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it♥️ P.S. @megamindsecretlair surprise!!!! P.P.S marshawn is stilll coming, i promiseeee

You scrunched your face looking down at your phone with your best friend of 3 Years, Megan hitting you with the same expression.

“The fuck?! You should be happy like I said! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have and you gone take it!”

Today was the day you got flown out to Dallas, Texas! The beautiful, high-in-rent, ghetto city that everyone loves to go to, party or just to live for a fresh start. You rather stay in your bed and rot but Megan wasn’t finna allow none of that shit, especially when it's your first day on the job.

“Bitch, I’m just sayin’ what if I’m wasting my time? What if he don’t like me?” You threw the question in the air with an irritable look shot back at you, fixing her lips to speak but pushed out an exhausted sigh. “Ho, if you wasn’t a qualified candidate, you WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PICKED!” she finished harshly making you giggle. “Trust, if that or those mu’fuckas ain't want you, you would not be up at 5 a.m packing, late as fuck I may add, getting ready to fly out.”

She was right, you did not think you were actually picked, that was until he sent your plane ticket confirmation information, it struck you like a big ass semi-truck, panicking since you didn’t prepare, until now.

You closed and zipped your carry-on bag and tossed it on the floor, flopping on your bed that you will miss oh so much, almost grieving it until Megan snapped you back to reality.

“Wanch, if you don’t get your ass outta my face! who knows what the fuck came outta those cheeks.”

You chuckled, reaching near your butt to grab your phone. “Listen, just because I let my food cook and give me all my nutrients, don't mean you gotta hate!.”

“YUCK!” Megan slapped her hand over her mouth, stopping herself from gagging. “Getcha nasty ass off my mu’fuckin’ modernized pager with a beautiful touchscreen.” She spat with disgust, hanging up the phone, you burst into laughter and continued your practiced routine of getting ready.

You checked every spot to make sure you put things in their collective places, leaving no stone unturned. Once completing your examination for the fiftieth time, you grabbed your glasses off of the nightstand and put them on her face, immediately annoyed that they were back dirty after you cleaned them. You didn't have enough time to even attempt to clean them, you had to say your teary-eyed goodbyes and hop in your uncle's truck to take you to the Detroit Airport, getting out of the way of traffic for both the highways and people also trying to reach their flight.

“Oh my baby girl, leaving me to go to that state,” Your tete wailed, swinging her arms around before wrapping them around you, squeezing you tightly as your other two cousins joined the group hug.

“If Yall don’t get yall grown asses off that lil girl? Y’all killing her softly.”

“Yeah!” you agreed with your uncle, “And one of yall grabbed my back titty, so when I come back, all’s y’all’s getting yall backs kneaded.”

You stepped out of the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport to the Texas heat smacking you in the face, already regretting flying out here, but it wasn’t your dime that got you out here on, you can’t look bad on your first day, you just got the mothafucka!

As you step further into the hell-like heat, a black SUV swerves in front of you, coming to a full stop. A short stuffy man popped out of the driver seat and crossed around the car with a smile plastered on his face.

“Yous the new assistant?” The man asked, shoving his hands out of his pockets to greet you.

“I am,” You accepted his greeting, ignoring how sweaty his hands were, ready to dip your hand in a pool full of mini sharks, which you now remembered was Prinahs. You were so caught up in correcting yourself, that you didn't notice he already put your carry-on in the trunk of the SUV. “Ma’am? We gotta dip before we won’t have a decent arrival time.”

You hurried yourself into the back of the SUV, feeling relieved that he had the air on, it was hotter than a mothafucka in Dallas! 81 degrees hot in Dallas.

Even though your southern roots grew strong, you came from the mitten state, Michigan. Home of the Buffs, Coney Dogs, and the most unique sound nobody can copy, but it was always cold as fuck. You hated the cold, the snow, the sneaky black ice that could sneak attack you and turn you into a medlife subscriber, you always complained but you knew you were never going to leave, until today, which you still couldn’t believe on the way to your new job.

You watched in awe as you saw the big freeways and highways as you flew down the interstate, seeing all the big tall buildings and seeing all different kinds of cars flying by, it almost distracted you from the knots and flips and shit that was happening inside your stomach.

“What made you want to apply to be Jay’s assistant?” The man spoke, waking you from your fear-induced trance.

“I got the random urge to apply, my best friend would literally sell me to the cartel if I passed up this opportunity.” you laughed, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

He nodded, taking an exit off the highway onto a regular street. “The name’s G by the way, Jay’s uncle.”

Uncle? You’ve been watching his streams and youtube videos, even his Instagram story when he posts little shit. You had never seen or heard of this uncle, and you almost felt betrayed by this new information.

He chuckled at reading your face which showed you didn’t know this man from a can of paint. “He protects the people who wants protection, one thing I appreciate best from him.” G smiled as he continued to express his deep gratitude.

You two talked some more, unaware that you were just now pulling into the secluded driveway, anxiety quickly eating you up to the point you felt like you were going to throw up. You wiped the sweat off of your hands on the seat in front of you as you whipped your phone out of your pocket, swiping till you saw ‘Bestie Miss Westie’ contact. Connecting the call to your AirPods you looked out of the window as you enjoyed the lovely scene of a front yard he had, grass freshly cut, the bushes trimmed down to waist level, the flowers complementing the house very well.

“If you callin’ because you missed your plane, I’m- who car you in,” she spoke but quickly changed when she saw the dark blue roof above you.

“I’m almost at the house, finna shabooya my tinks.” you confessed, removing one airpod as your best friend cackled loudly in your eardrum.

You two had code names for phrases, others may think you two were weird but it's simple because bitches are nosey, ‘shabooya my tinks’ translate into ‘I’m finna shit myself’

“Bitch if you shit yourself before you meet him you will foreva be called shitty booty by me.” she laughed as you tried your best not to pull out one of your many laughs.

The SUV stopped and the rumble of the truck shook still, signaling that we were here. G gave you a look to signal you to open your door, almost having an accident when a nice dark-skinned woman smiled a Steve Harvey smile.

“Lemme call you back.” You whispered, hanging up the phone as the lady popped open the door.

“Sorry honey! I’m just so happy to meet my new friend!.” she exclaimed, holding out her hand to help you out of the SUV. You popped out of the SUV and were pulled into a big hug by her, getting the wind squeezed out of you. ‘I feel at home already.’ you thought when you heard G shout from the side of you,

“Let go of that girl! we just hired her, Shanae.”

Shanae is Javion's assistant/manager, whose place you’ll be taking while she goes on maternity leave, but luckily she won’t be leaving just yet, she’ll be training you until her little one breaks her water. Jay wanted her to be on leave now but it would have been too cruel to leave you with no tutorial, so she stayed.

“Shut up Gerald!” she hushed him as he brought your luggage around to you two, holding his heart like he was just betrayed.

“I ain't even did shit, you see how I get treated?” he scoffed as you three laughed, walking towards the front door.

Walking into the house, the cold breeze hit you dead in your face, cooling you off in an instant. You threw up your index finger, telling them to wait on you as your body readjusted to the drastic change in temperature.

When you cooled down enough, you opened your eyes to the rest of them in the dining room, waiting for you to stop being weird and join them.

You sped walked to the dining room table and there he was. Javion Davis, leaning on the wooden chair staring military knives through you because daggers wouldn’t be the word to describe it.

His hair was a mess as he just hopped out of bed for this meeting, his eyes hanging low confirmed it. His body was sculpted perfectly, his lips pouted and juicy enough to kiss, his abs protruding through his tight white t-shirt, and his dad pajama pants sagged just right so you saw his Rick and Morty Ethika boxers, he looked so much sexier in person.

You brushed your thoughts out of your head and sat across from him, taking off your Nipsey Hussle bomber jacket and tucked it behind you, leaving you in your black shirt and naked arms.

They greeted you again with open arms while Javion kept it cold and short, spoke in short words and sounds like ‘hm’, ‘yeah’, and ‘fine with me’.

When the meeting finished, he walked out of the dining room ignoring your attempts to get to know him. “Ignore him honey,” Shanae reassured, handing you a glass of peach tea with ice cubes in it.

“You didn’t have to love, I coulda got my cup.”

“Baby I know you shy, I could tell by your body language.” She spoke

“Is it that obvious?”

“Deadly. You can stay comfortably shy as you please around me, I used to be exactly like you.” she reminisced thinking about when she was first starting.

True she was his friend since high school, but a whole new position other than one of his main viewers? Scared her shitless, but she got used to it as she was a natural at being a manager.

She told stories of how crazy this job can get but how she would never trade it for anything in the world and other stories from her childhood and how she met Jay, turns out y’all had a lot in common than you thought, feeling more at ease with the future of this job. She led you to the room you would be staying at with your bags already placed on the bed along with a note from Gerald.

‘Good luck suga, if you need me I'll be here,’ with a sorry excuse of an arrow pointing to his number below. You thought it was a nice gesture so you tucked the note into your pocket and whipped out your phone. “You need anything?” Shanae asked, waddling inside the room.

“I should be ok, thanks anyway.” you politely declined her offer. You didn’t want a pregnant woman to do a lot of unnecessary movements, you’d feel guilty having a pregnant lady do manual labor even when she says it's no problem.

“Okay sweetheart, and don’t worry about Javiontaion, he a asshole but he means well. Enjoy your room!” she finished, closing the door behind her.

“Why the fuck do I need a new assistant? My current one is perfectly fine.” he tossed the question towards his uncle, taking one last puff out of his blunt before putting it out.

“Boy, for someone who swear they nonchalant, you give too much of a fuck.” he shot back, leaning against the wall next to the door.

“Unc, I don’t know this bi-” he started but quickly corrected himself. He rubbed his hand down his face, rubbing them together before resting his elbows on his legs.

“I don’t know lil ma from a lick of shit, my assistant is fine for right now.”

“Keyword, right now.” she chimed in, pushing the door open a little. “What happens when my water breaks? Who is going to keep you level-headed? Handle your financial situations and shit? Make sure you make your meeting on time? You can’t even remember to wash the damn dishes!”

He sighed an irked sigh wishing he didn’t have to have this conversation for the millionth time before you came here. You weren’t the problem, he just didn’t trust people well, especially being this close to him and all in his business, for all he knows you just tryna rob him blind and dip, Hell, even sending you the information to get down here was a hassle!

“Y’all know how I am, I can’t warm up to shorty as fast as y’all want me to.”

“We planned this 5 months ago nigga, Im finna bust at any given moment.”

“Not to mention,” G chimed in, “If she was like that, I would have not brought her ass here, to the place you lay yo head at.” and he wasn’t lying. G always had a knack for feeling bad vibes from someone, it's how he was able to sniff out a few of his friends who were just using him and his kindness.

He sat there staring at the ground still thinking how he was going to warm up to you, he didn’t want to but for the sake of everyone else, he was going to attempt.

“Fine, but don’t think Peter Pan finna sprinkle his magic dust and imma love her ass overnight.” he gave in, earning a squeal from Shanae.

“I’m telling you, he does not like me, Meggie.” You sighed laying on the purple blanket, feeling her stress seep into the bed.

“What now?! what told you he dont like yo ass.”

“He literally only spoke in baby dick words.” You pointed out, “No full sentences, no actual greeting, not even an eye roll or a smack of the teeth. Ian get SHIT.”

“Baby, you are a stranger in his house. I know you want someone to like you offrip, but for some people that just ain’t possible.” she said motherly, popping a Reese into her mouth. “He gone warm up to you, but you gotta be patient, which won't be a problem since you so damn shy.” she giggled, making you jerk your head back.

“Wanch!” you chuckled at her sneaky drag, “Why can’t we have one good conversation?”

“Because when are we normal?” she made known, you both just laughing y'all little hearts away, It was never a dull moment with your bestie and somehow you just felt like she was going be your sane person on this adventure.