#like is he pissed off? heart-broken? relieved?

[saintlevrant]

what's this?: yandere bestie ft lev whomever you want!!

tw: afab, fem-bodied reader, somnophilia, use of the pet name "sweetheart," piv sex, noncon, drugging, unsafe and unprotected sex (he did not wrap it b4 tapping it), brief mention of drinking pp, cumpaste, pernagnency, it's a lot gang... enjoy!

He's so positive and confident that it's near impossible to detect his fixation on you.

There's always something that throws you off his trail, like the time you found your panties tucked under his pillow. When questioned about it, alarm bells go off in his head, but he knows better than to show you his nervousness. He simply gave you a confused smile before asking you if you happened to leave them by accident the last time you stayed over.

"But that's the only explanation, sweetheart. How else would they have gotten there?"

Luckily for him, you believed that. He didn't want to lie to you, yet he had no other choice. You would've called him disgusting and weird if he told you that he keeps the flimsy fabric for his loneliest nights–stroking himself over and over whilst painting the garment with sticky ropes of his spent. He can never have you finding him out before he's ready for you to.

Like that, you're none the wiser, and he's back to assisting you at the grocery store, treating you to lunch, staying awake to chat with you at all times of the night; all while his obsession with you grows. He's going to extreme lengths, now, wanting to you to be a part of him and so badly craving to become a part of you.

It'd baffle you if you knew the things he's done without your knowledge; pissing in your jug of juice just to watch you pour yourself a glass and drink it and occasionally spilling his seed on your toothbrush before lightly rinsing it off. But it leaves him craving more and more. Just watching you consume the essence of him leaves his cock so incredibly hard.

Times like these are the most treacherous for him, so he manages to relieve himself when you're fast asleep.

Kneeling between the thighs of your sleeping form as he slowly strokes himself, he pushes your panties to the side; the soft and kind eyes that you're familiar with are deranged and wide with greed. Those eyes watch you possessively. Such a clueless little thing you are as he runs his thumb between your folds with a gentle touch.

You're so beautiful when you're sleeping–more oblivious to his ministrations than you usually are.

Somehow, you always manage to miss the dark look he gives any man who approaches you. His jaw slightly clenched as the cute smile he offers you becomes taut with anger. There's nothing in the world that pisses him off more than the thought of another man having the gall to even look at you.

"All men are dogs, so you need to stay away from them," he's told you time and time again. "I'm the exception."

He has always tacked on that last part and reinforced it with sweet gestures and kind words, but if you were awake to see the look in his eyes right now, you'd realize that he's not an exception. In fact, he may be considered the worst kind of man.

Without any second thoughts, he kneels between your spread thighs and watches how the calm rise and fall of your chest stutters every touch he gives you, giving firm tugs to his cock as his thoughts dwindles into a perverse ramble of how he'll stretch you out.

The pre that's leaking out is clear and sticky, allowing his hand to work itself languidly along the shaft. A broken purr thunders from him in response, he widens the stance of his knees and angles himself down until his tip kisses your entrance.

Not even a full thump of his heart goes by–he's sheathing himself fully into your wet heat, to the hilt–and it causes you stir. Nerves wrack their way to the very tips of your toes and fingers for a moment, and he stills himself, watching as you settle back into your snoozing, relaxed state.

It's not like he can move right now, though–not with the constricting pull of your walls already trying to milk him for what he's worth. He fights against tapping out, not wanting to waste the opportunity he's made for himself just because the pussy was too good. The struggle brings him down to his elbows, strangling a few syllables out of him in a gruff huff.

"'s f-kin t-tight..."

His garbled words fall on deaf ears, you lying there sound asleep, unaware of what he's saying or doing–unable to wonder where he'd gotten that phrase from, but your cunny is drooling–making a complete mess–and fluttering around his girth, giving it her all to accommodate him. He lets out a breathless chuckle at this; he knew you were meant for him.

"You're perfect for me, sweetheart. So, so perfect."

He wills himself to offer you an experimental roll of his hips, and the action ushers out a melodic of moan from his throat. Then he drops his forehead to your shoulder, groaning when he rolls his hips into you.

He does it again, again, again, until he's fucking you with fervor. All thoughts are lost on him, watching your peaceful face contort and your breasts bounce from the impact of his hips.

The man pounds into you nonstop with no plan to let up, his gravelly moans pitched up a bit higher than normal as he chases his high, lifting your leg to hook around his waist. Hyperfocused on the sounds of your pussy squelching and slap of his hips against yours. He reaches down to grab the back of one of your knees, pushing your leg up to your head.

The angle makes your mumble in your sleep; the tip of his cock punching your cervix in time with his thrusts. Your sensitive walls clasps onto every ridge and vein of his thick shaft. Your pussy has the him in a vice as his cock fucks deep into you. He's close.

"O-Oh, fuck, sweetheart," body hunched over your unconscious one in unison with the stutter of his hips and strained groans slipping from his lips.

Stars begin forming in his vision, popping out of nowhere and disappearing when his eyes roll to the back of his skull. Body flushing in a hot, white heat when his climax crashes into him, spurting sticky webs deep into your womb.

Once his balls are emptied out entirely, he slides himself out and places your panties back to where they were before, satisfied with himself.

And he's even more satisfied when you call him crying a few weeks later, sniffling and stammering after finding out that you're pregnant. His voice is soothing as sympathetic as he tries to calm you down, but he's grinning at the news; grateful to the sleeping pill that he slipped into your drink that day.

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[agoodroughandtumble]

Roronoa Zoro x Reader - I Didn't Need Saving Part 2

Status: Incomplete Summary: Reader is hurt after battling with the marines Warnings: 18+. Language, injury, implied violence (in keeping with the show)

It wasn’t Zoro’s proudest moment, walking away from you. Not when you were injured, not when you were looking at him so desperately. Not when the entire situation was a direct consequence of his actions. You had saved his life, thrown him away from a danger his arrogance hadn’t even registered. And now you were beaten and broken all because of the misguided assumption that somehow his life was more precious than your own.

Fuck he hated you. Hated that you could so casually throw away everything, hated that you were so stupid enough to think that it would be possible for him to carry on without you.

He didn’t know what love was but if it was self-loathing and guilt at your expense he had that in abundance. If it was the way your smile made his heart leap, the overwhelming urge to be close to you, to be good enough for you, to rip open his chest and let you make yourself a home there, well, then he was fucked beyond all reprieve.

Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was the worst thing. Either way, he wasn’t going to risk being alone with you again. At least he could be certain of that.

Two days later he was stood outside your door. Pacing. Nami had said you had been asking for him. That meant one of two things: Nami was tired of covering his shifts so was passing on the buck, or you actually wanted to see him. Which, after how he left you, was not something he was particularly looking forward to. Unfortunately, you were a request he was fundamentally unable to refuse – even if he had actually wanted to.

Hence his pacing.

The irony was not lost on Zoro. The Demon Pirate Hunter was scared of a girl with a hole in her side. But scared of what he wasn’t quite sure. Scared you would yell at him, or be disappointed, angry, spit venom at him again. But what if you didn’t. What if he allowed himself to consider the possibility that you felt a fraction of what he felt? What if you had saved his life because it was him and not because he was a crew member and you were clearly an idiot with a death wish.

Guilt prickled its way up his spine. He was, at least, going to have to acknowledge you at some point. He knocked on the door frame – the door being open in case of an emergency, but he had deliberately been pacing out of sight.

No answer.

Fine. Good. He could leave now – tell Nami he tried but you weren’t up for seeing anyone.

He made it two steps.

Fuck.

Zoro turned around and walked into the room with the determination that only someone who nearly lost it all could have. He’d come this far.

“Come to kill me then?” There was humour in your voice, albeit laced with sarcasm.

He let out a relieved sigh. Maybe you weren’t that pissed off with him. “Only if you pull a stunt like that again.”

You shuffled under the covers and he couldn’t help but be grateful at the ease with which you seemed to move. “I’m promising nothing.”

“Yes you are.”

His sudden serious tone caught you off guard and you hoisted yourself onto your elbows, and although Zoro would rather you didn’t exert yourself he was glad to see you moving without wincing.

You looked at him expectantly, “What am I promising?”

He slumped onto the chair Nami had placed at your bedside and rested his swords against the wall by the headboard next to you. “You’re promising not to leave me.”

You rolled your eyes. The nonchalance with which he spoke failing to convey his meaning until it was too late. “I didn’t leave y- … oh.”

Once again, Zoro felt the familiar rising of guilt starting at the base of his spine, slowly traversing upwards as he watched a thousand expressions cross your face, felt the weight of a thousand unspoken promises embedded in his shoulders. When he looked down at you it was nigh on impossible to say anything that wasn’t his hopeful heart trying to meet yours. He cast his gaze very firmly on anything, everything that was decidedly not you. Anything but you. “A swordsman is no swordsman if he can’t protect his friends.”

Your face dropped only a fraction of a second sooner than his heart. “Well I’m glad we’re friends.”

Zoro searched for some sarcasm only to be met with something else. It was a rare shade on you – embarrassment - and one he didn’t much care for. He sighed. Somehow he had already managed to make things worse. Not for the first time, he wished he could be someone else for you. Someone better. Someone like Luffy with his endless optimism to put a smile on your face, someone like Usopp to take you on an adventure with his fantastical tales. Hell, even someone like that shitty cook who never had any inhibitions when professing his undying love to whichever woman was the latest to catch his eye. But he was Zoro. And apparently that meant all he was good for was failing you.

Failure was not something he was accustomed to. His whole life was built around striving for perfection – whether that was through swordsmanship or being first mate. Failure seeped into his bones, became an obsession, clawing at him. And here you were, unbeknownst and unapologetic. Seeped into his bones. Carving your way into his soul as if it was the easiest thing in the world, as if you had belonged there all along. But you were friends. Because Zoro had failed. Again.

He really should have brought some sake with him. The look of uncertainty, the way you pulled the covers to try to hide as much as yourself as possible, make yourself smaller would be much easier to swallow washed down with alcohol.

He wanted to reach a hand out, rub a reassuring thumb across your cheek. To tell you he was being an arsehole – to somehow articulate that the feeling of hope of reciprocation your actions had arisen in him could in no way compare to the fear of losing you. He wanted to tell you he wasn’t worthy of such an act – and he was so, so angry that you would rather he lost his soul, his heart, his only chance at true happiness over his life. He could happily, willingly, die a thousand deaths if you lived. But if you died. If you left him devoid of all hope and salvation, he could certainly learn how to hate you then.

“I should go.” It was almost a question but one he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Zoro watched as you shuffled further into the covers – protecting yourself. He should be protecting you. He should be holding you in his arms. He should be doing everything and more. But he wasn’t. He was walking out of the door before you could respond. He was failing.

[mythosandthemorbid]

🔪❤️‍🩹Depollute me, pretty baby❤️‍🩹🔪

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(Art by Gatobob)

CW: implied cannibalism, self harm, bondage (unsexy way), blood, general violence. Same warnings as the source material, boyfriend to death.

Type: Strade x reader, first person POV of the reader

Everything was dark.

Drip drip drip...

I was aware of the sound of a dripping facet... or perhaps a leaky roof? I shifted slightly, my leg brushing against the floor. It felt like concrete. I blinked a few times. It was still dark.

Drip drip drip...

There it was again. I decided I wanted to investigate, to try to get a sense of my surroundings. I tried to stand, but some sort of force tugged at my wrists, holding me back. I tried to move forward, but it was there again. Reluctantly, I leaned back. Whatever was behind me wasn't a wall, though it was tall and hard. Rectangular? It was some kind of pole. I lifted my fingers, trying to feel around my hands. I was met with rope. My hands were tied behind me, keeping me against this pole.

“Goddamnit...” I muttered, trying to clamp down on the fear already rising within me. I needed to stay calm. I focused on my breathing.

In and out.

Slowly.

Wherever I was, it smelled suffocating. The smell of cleaning products and... bleach? Filled the air. It was nauseating. It mixed with the smell of sawdust and must, but even beneath all that, there was something more.

I tried to move again, tried to focus on the sensations rather than the smell so I wouldn't throw up. Moving my legs was easy enough as they were unbound, there just wasn't much to do. I began tapping my foot against the floor, hoping the rhythmic sound would help calm me. Thats when I became aware that it wasn't concrete I was tapping against. It was a puddle of something. I dipped my shoe in it again, then brought my leg closer. It smelled coppery, like blood.

“Fuck,” I said, sounding choked already. My voice cracked a bit on top of already being hoarse from how dry my throat was. How long had it been since I’d last had water? How long had I been down here for? Would I ever get out?

My memory was a blur, the last thing I recalled was leaving the bar. Now I was trapped somewhere, unable to move, and there was blood. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes darting around as I frantically tried to make sense of my situation, to at least figure out where I might be. I couldn't make out anything in the darkness.

“Help...” I said, quieter than intended. Panic set in. “Help!” I said again, louder. “Somebody help me please! HELP!”

I called out again and again, my throat growing sore. It was no use.

Tears streamed down my cheeks- they had been for awhile. I was alone. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of my own sobs. What seemed like hours passed before I heard something else. A slight creak. The click of a doorknob.

“Hello?” I called, cringing at how broken my voice sounded. There was a pause, then I could've sworn I heard a quiet laugh. The sound of creaking stairs followed. Someone was here. I wasn't sure whether I should be relieved or afraid.

“Moin, moin! You’re awake earlier than I expected.” The voice sounded somewhat familiar- it was definitely masculine, there was a German accent too. “Sorry to keep you waiting. That was rather rude of me, no?” A light clicked on overhead, blinding. I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut. “Ah ah ah,” he tsked. I felt his rough, calloused hand grab my chin, tilting my head up. “It’s rude to pretend I don’t exist, you know.”

“Thats not...” I was going to protest, to say that wasn't my intent, but thought better of it. I didn't want to piss off my captor. I tensed but opened my eyes anyway. The light stung. Standing before me was a man who had to be in his thirties, someone I recognized. “Strade?” I asked, squinting at him slightly.

“Ah, so you do remember me!” The smile on his face grew. He let go of my chin and instead brushed my tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand. “You were quite talkative at the bar last night, where'd all the energy go, hm? I didn't take you for the shy type... then again, I also didn't think you'd be much of a crier.” He stood, cheerful as ever. “Though, I must say, the tears are a pleasant surprise!”

“What... What’s going on?” I asked quietly, afraid to even speak. My mind felt foggy, I was thinking slower than I’d previously realized. He seemed to plow right forward, as if he was four steps ahead, leaving me in the dust. I was still having trouble processing.

“Oh, I really did a number on you, huh?” he asked, patting my head. I winced, pain immediately shooting through me. My head was pounding. Why hadn't I noticed that before now? “I’ll fix you up, don't worry. Can’t have you too damaged before we get to the fun part!”

He turned away from me and started rummaging through some cabinets. I could hardly understand what he meant, so I took this as an opportunity to familiarize myself with my environment, now that I could see. I looked around, wincing slightly as the pain in my head persisted. We had to be in a basement, considering the stairs and concrete floors. There were toolboxes and construction materials everywhere. In front of me was a drain. I glanced at my legs and froze. The puddle was red. It was blood.

My stomach turned and I let out a soft groan, leaning against the pole again. I couldn’t do this, I felt like I'd throw up already. I didn’t even know whether that was my blood or someone else's. Had he admitted to hurting me? I couldn't remember. Why couldn't I think clearly? Everything was sore, everything hurt, and worst of all I couldn't even process any of it properly.

Strade perked up upon hearing the noise. He brought over some bandages and the like, crouching down in front of me once more. “Making cute sounds already?” He asked, chuckling to himself. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to respond. No words came out. “And cats got your tongue too, eh? Don’t worry, you can speak to me. Ich beiße nicht.”

“Mmn...” I mumbled as he brushed my hair out of my face. “What are you doing?” I asked, watching him pour something on a cloth.

“Cleaning you up,” he said simply, pressing it to my head. I winced as the cloth touched my skin, stinging like fire against my already throbbing head. The smell of whatever he was using was sharp and medicinal, overpowering the musty, bleach-filled air. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep still as he dabbed at the wound.

“There we go,” he muttered, almost to himself, placing a bandage over whatever wound I had. “We can’t have you bleeding all over the place before we even get started.”

“Started?” I croaked, the word barely escaping my lips. My heart was racing, and every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight, to run—but I couldn’t. The ropes dug into my wrists with every subtle movement, and my head spun too much to even think clearly. “What do you mean?”

Strade’s smile widened, as though the question was exactly what he’d been waiting for. “Oh, you’ll see,” he said, his voice sweet, almost caring. He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine, and for the first time, I noticed the gleam in his eyes. “But not yet. Like I said, I need to patch you up, make sure you’re all nice and healthy. Can’t have you passing out on me before the fun begins.”

I swallowed thickly, my throat dry as sandpaper. “Why… why me?”

Strade tilted his head slightly, as if the question surprised him. “Why not you?” He tapped the side of his head with a finger. “Fate’s funny like that. Sometimes you’re in the right place at the wrong time. Or was it the wrong place at the right time? Either way, you caught my eye. Now here we are.”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to ignore the rising panic. There was no reasoning with him, no pleading that would change his mind. He was enjoying this—whatever this was. I was shaking a little, the dread sinking in deeper with every passing second.

Suddenly, he stood up, brushing off his hands as if he’d just finished a simple chore. “Alright! Now that you’re all cleaned up, I think it’s time we get started.” He clapped his hands together, his grin never faltering. “I’ve been planning this for a while, you know. So I hope you don’t mind if I take my time. After all, it’s not every day you get a special guest like yourself.”

“I thought you said- said you’d wait until I’m better,” I said with a nervous laugh, tugging at the ropes again. No use.

“Oh I will, but it can’t hurt to start with something small,” he said, rummaging through a tool drawer. He paused for a moment. “Well, it will hurt, actually. But that’s all apart of the fun!”

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him pull out a small, glinting object from the drawer. It looked like a scalpel, sharp and delicate. The kind of tool meant for precision. The kind of tool I was familiar with, though I wasn’t supposed to be.

I steeled myself, taking a deep breath. Right. Right. I could deal with this. If a scalpel is all he was going to use, I’d be fine. My heart still pounded in my chest, but I managed to keep myself steady, refusing to let my panic spill over into outright terror. Not yet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flicker of something on Strade’s face—a flash of surprise, maybe even disappointment. He was expecting more, wanting more from me.

His smile faltered slightly, though it never fully disappeared. He leaned in closer, the scalpel gleaming as he lifted it toward my face. I felt the cold, sharp edge graze against my cheek, just a whisper of pressure. My muscles tensed, but I didn’t flinch. I stayed still. Silent.

“Oh?” Strade’s voice was laced with amusement as he tapped the blade lightly against my skin. “Aren’t you a brave one.” He dragged the scalpel down, barely scratching the surface of my skin, watching me with that same eager look. “But I wonder… how long can you keep that up? Du kannst nicht ewig Löwe spielen.”

I swallowed hard, but still said nothing. The silence stretched between us as he continued to tease me with the blade, tapping it against my cheek, down my neck, each tap calculated, deliberate. He was waiting for me to break.

A tear slipped down my cheek, unbidden, and I felt the tension rise in my chest. I couldn’t help it. I was terrified. But I kept still, refusing to let the sobs escape.

Strade chuckled softly, wiping the tear away with his thumb. “Ah, there we go,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “That’s more like it.”

He didn't stop there. The scalpel danced over my skin, cutting again, but softer this time, more deliberate. He was drawing it out, savoring every reaction. I felt the sting, sharp and spreading like fire, and more tears welled in my eyes. I couldn't stop them now.

The pain wasn't overwhelming, not yet, but it was enough to make the tears fall faster, my breath hitching as I tried to stay quiet.

He moved the blade slowly, creating shallow cuts along my arm, then up to my shoulder.

"Such beautiful reactions," he mused, his voice low and pleased. "Cry some more. I love watching it… you're so pretty when you cry."

Strade's smile widened as he looked me over, watching the tears fall freely now.

"Hmm... I think we need to loosen things up a bit," he murmured, stepping behind me. I felt the ropes around my wrists slacken as he untied them. My arms dropped forward, sore and shaking from being held back for so long.

Before he could take control again, I moved.

My hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, and before I could second-guess myself, I took the scalpel from his fingers. For a brief second, Strade's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Oh?" he said, his tone curious but amused, as though watching a child play with a new toy. I didn't hesitate. My grip tightened around the scalpel, and I pressed it against my own arm, drawing it across my skin. The sharp sting bit into me, but I felt... calmer. I could breathe again. The control was mine, even if for a moment

Strade's eyes darkened with something like fascination, his lips curling into a slow grin.

"Interessant," he murmured, stepping closer, watching intently as I made another cut. The blood welled up quickly, dripping onto the floor below. "You really are something special, aren't you?"

The satisfaction in his voice was unmistakable, and I could feel his gaze fixated on the blood and my trembling hands. "Do it again," he whispered, voice low and commanding. "Show me."

I hesitated for just a moment, then did as he asked, slicing into my skin once more. The pain was sharp, but there was a strange comfort in it—knowing that this part, at least, was on my terms.

As I pressed the blade deeper into my skin, again and again, more blood spilled over my arm, pooling and dripping onto the floor. I hadn't realized how deep I was cutting, but something about it felt... right. Control. The pain grounded me. I didn't know it at the time, but it was exactly what Strade wanted.

I heard it then, a soft, low sound—a noise of pleasure slipping from his lips. My eyes darted up, and I caught sight of him. His eyes were half-lidded, his face slightly flushed, and I noticed the bulge in his pants, his arousal now unmistakable. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I was more terrified or disgusted.

Strade chuckled softly, catching my glance. "Ah, forgive me," he said, his voice thick with amusement, though there was a hunger beneath it. "I wasn't expecting you to be so... bold." His eyes flicked down to my arm, now covered in at least five deep cuts and several shallower ones. Blood trickled steadily, and his gaze lingered on it, fascinated. "You've truly outdone yourself."

His grin widened, but he didn't move to do anything about it just yet.After all, he had his manners.

"It'd be rather rude of me to indulge right now, wouldn't it?" he teased, taking the scalpel from my hand with ease. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the bloodstained blade, sighing contently. "But, mien liebchen, you've given me such a beautiful show. Truly, wunderschön."

He knelt beside me, wiping my tears with the back of his hand, the same disturbing tenderness still in his touch. "You're quite the special one, aren't you?" His voice was low, husky with satisfaction. I shuddered as he carefully set the blade aside and began tending to the cuts he'd made-and the ones I had made myself.

Strade hummed to himself as he poured antiseptic onto a cloth and pressed it against my wounds, though he didn't seem to mind my winces of pain. "You've bled quite a bit, und wie hübsch es ist. Can't have you passing out on me, hm?" His hands moved deftly, almost clinical, as he worked to clean and bandage the cuts. But I could see it-the way his breathing had quickened, the flush on his face deepening.

With one hand still bandaging me, his other slipped toward his own waistband, fingers tracing idly over his erection. He groaned softly, clearly enjoying himself, but not quite ready to lose focus on the task at hand. "Mm, I'll have to excuse myself soon," he murmured, more to himself than to me. "But don't worry, I'll finish fixing you up first."

His grip tightened slightly as he worked faster, the occasional low moan escaping his lips as he tried to maintain control. "You've done so well," he praised, his voice filled with delight. "So well, mien liebchen. I'll make sure you're all patched up, and then..." He trailed off with a wicked grin, standing up and gathering the bloodied bandages. "Well, you can imagine what comes next."

Strade moved to retie my wrists, only to realize that the rope would reopen my wounds if I struggled against them at all. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, grinning as he proceeded to tie them anyway. “Scream if you need me,” he said with a grin. He gave one final, lingering look, his eyes sweeping over the blood on my skin, the tremble in my body, and then without another word, he stepped out of the room, leaving me alone. Again.

[crescencestudio]

How would the love interests react to the MC needing space in the relationship or at least they think that's what the MC means?

✨ LIs Reactions to MC Needing Space

Kayn: kinda quiet. honestly their hearts broken but they aren't sure what to say or do, so they just accept it. if u clarify, they'll feel rlly relieved (might even laugh a little from pure relief) and tell you how silly they feel for the conclusion they just jumped to

Druk: starts thinking about everything he did recently that might have put you off. begs to talk about it and promises to do better. you'll have to rush to correct him, then he'll literally be like... *head in hands* "omg why didn't u say so earlier 😭"

Fenir: throat tightens and his heart starts racing. he tries to say something--clarify why you want a break all of a sudden, etc.--but he finds that none of the words he wants to say escape him. when you continue and it becomes clear it's not the "space" he's thinking of, he sighs rly loudly and says thank goodness under his breath

Etza: on the outside they'll look only like mildly upset, so you think they'll be fine with it even if you feel a little guilty for making them sad. but on the inside, etza's mind is going a million miles/hour and they are trying to think of all these ways they can get you to not break up with them and ways they haven't been fulfilling your needs lately, etc. when they understand it's not what they think it is, they'll just look like ^^; but the whole conversation definitely leaves them Shaken and they're totally off their game the rest of the day

Kuna'a: gets this rly dangerous look in their eye. you'll immediately wonder if you said something wrong and why they're so pissed over giving you just a little bit of space. he'll demand a reason and when you give it, he'll ask why you want to break up over something so small. cue immediate clarification; their brow will kinda twitch from the emotional turmoil u just put them thru but they'll begrudgingly give u the space u need (as long as it doesn't mean ur breaking up)

Aisa: tbh i feel like aisa is the least likely to misunderstand for some reason LFALSDIFJ. like if u ask for space they'll literally just physically step away from you and ask if that's good, like their mind is not as likely to immediately jump to u breaking up with them adjfaidfilfjd

[nanamissuit]

Hey love! Forgive me if I'm spamming your ask box because this is second request in one day.

But hey WHAT IF GHOST BROKE UP WITH HIS WOMAN giving her an excuse like - "I'm a ghost and you know it." (I was listening to heartbeat by childish Gambino and the lyrics are behind the inspiration for this ask)

And she's reluctant to take him back even though her love for him is undying! (She wants him to realize how much he hurt her by his actions)

Yet, we know if Ghost comes begging for us to take him back, we would. (don't tell my bestie I said this. She'll have my head for this. 🤫)

Angst with a bit of smutty fluff. Please. 🙏🥺🛐

Ex's never stay ex's - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pairing: Ex!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader MDNI.

Warnings: Smut-fluff, Oral F receiving,Angst,Little crazy Ghost?, Stalkerish?, Angst-Fluff

Ex!Simon Riley Who broke up with you about 4 months ago, his excuse? Him being a “Ghost” And you knowing the risks it came with. Needless to say you were pissed. But you did miss him dearly.

Ex!Simon Riley Who saw you out at a bar nearly 2 months later after he broke up with you, he approached you seeming to want to catch up. You gave him some small talk here and there. But then he saw your new boyfriend approach you. “Babe! I just wanted to introduce you. This is Simon, my ex. Simon this is Michael. My new boyfriend!” Michael shook Ghost’s hand and nodded as Ghost took up the hint and left.

Ex!Simon Riley Who after that encounter was PISSED. It was only then when he realized how much he missed his sweet girl. And how much he missed your laugh,smile,the way you smelt,the way your nose scrunched when you were mad.

Ex!Simon Riley Who reached out around 2 weeks later asking to meet at a coffee shop. You accepted because it was a public space so he wouldn’t do anything…Right?

Ex!Simon Riley Who proved you wrong. He tried talking about how nice it was to hear your voice and to see you smile after so long. You just rolled your eyes at the comments. And then it felt like a bus had hit you. “I do miss you, please let me prove I can come back sweet girl.” “What..?” You tried looking around the coffee shop for an escape. You ended up having Ghost drive you home after an awkward drive. He passed you a note, he didn’t say to read it but you just took it and got out of the car. Maybe you’d read it or maybe you wouldn’t. 

Ex!Simon Riley Who sends you flowers to your house every week, you couldn’t lie you did enjoy them. But it seemed your boyfriend didn’t. “Babe he sends you flowers isn’t it weird? Isn’t he odd..?” “Oh relax! You know my heart only wants you. Plus they make the kitchen look nice.”

Ex!Simon Riley Who now 4 months later, heard his phone ring. And he knew exactly who it was. Would it be wrong to smirk even a little bit? Maybe. It was just he had known you were gonna look at that paper eventually. And he was glad it was now you decided to finally call.

Ex!Simon Riley Who picked up the phone to intense sobbing. He couldn’t say it then but he was relieved because he knew exactly what this meant. “Si-” “Yeah I know, doors unlocked.” “Thank you.” He heard you hang up the phone. Oh he was so glad he bought a phone that had no contacts on it, just yours when you called. 

Ex!Simon Riley Who heard his door open as he walked over to see you wiping away tears. He held out his arms and you shamefully embraced him. Sobbing into his chest as he soothed you and rubbed your back.

“I just don’t understand how he could do this to me! With my best-friend even.” “Forget that douchebag yeah? You came to my house for a reason. Why are you here?”

Ex!Simon Riley Who tried to hide his smirk when you asked to spend a couple of nights at his house just to be safe from Michael, but it didn’t mean anything. You’d even sleep in the guest room. He agreed and walked off to get you some old pajamas you had forgotten there when you had broken up. You smiled as he handed them to you as you placed your bag down in the guest room and went to the bathroom to change.

Ex!Simon Riley Who hid a tiny little camera outside your window and his front door, you know just in case Michael came around. But right now he was only worried about you. 

Ex!Simon Riley Who couldn’t say he was shocked when you came into his bed late at night, 2:30 A.M. late. “Can I-” “How could I ever decline such an offer.” Then he unwrapped his blanket and patted a spot right next to him as you crawled in and snuggled into his chest. “This doesn’t mean a thing.” “Whatever makes you feel better Lovie.” You paused for a moment as tears began to well in your eyes and you tried to hold them back as you spoke up in a shaky voice. “Why do you care now? Why did you leave me? I loved you, I gave you all I had.” He caressed your cheek and lifted your head to make eye contact. “I was stupid. I should’ve never let you go, I regret that decision everyday. And yeah maybe the flowers were too much but I couldn’t sleep without my sweet girl. I missed you and I still do. Can I make it up to you and then we’ll talk more tomorrow?” You knew exactly what he was asking and you thought about it only for a second but you already knew the answer. “Yeah, I guess so.” He then gently laid you on your back and smiled.

Ex!Simon Riley Who proceeded to talk to you while he ate you like a starved man on their first ever meal they’ve had in weeks. You were a moaning mess and you were gripping onto his arms, definitely leaving marks but he could care less. “M’sorry sweet girl, so sorry.” He was mumbling into your pussy as he felt you get closer and closer to your release. Your legs started to shake. And you felt your orgasm hit you like a train. He licked you clean and made sure you were okay after.

Ex!Simon Riley Who watched you peacefully fall asleep after and cradled you in his arms. He heard your phone ring from the night-stand on your side of the bed. Not wanting to wake you, he picked up the phone knowing all too well who it was. “I saw your location, you bitch! I’m outside right now come outside now we're gonna figure this out you can’t ignore me-” Ghost being the gentleman he was, replaced his body with a pillow not to wake you as he stood outside on his back porch seeing the lights of the car from the front. “Listen, you can tell I’m not who you're trying to reach and if you don’t mind pulling out of our driveway? My girl just came home. I'm not letting her go ever again.” “You fucking freak! I’m not leaving until she comes out here.” “Hm, that sucks.” Ghost went out through the front door as your now ex-boyfriend jumped out of the car hanging up the phone, seemingly wanting to fight Ghost. Needless to say, Ghost beat his ass. The dude ended up blocking your number in front of Ghost and swearing never to come near you or contact you ever again.

Ex!Simon Riley Who placed your phone back on the nightstand after your ex left, he’s taken care of the issue. It was now 6:30 A.M. and you began to stir awake as he slid back into bed. Knuckles all bruised up. Your eyelids began to open as you pressed your face into Ghost. “Simon..Why are your hands bruised up?” “Had a little problem, solved it.” You didn’t press for questions as you began to sit up and check your phone only to see a message from Michael that said he wouldn’t contact you anymore and that he swore never to come near you. Ex!Simon Riley Who won’t tell you why Michael messaged you that but you knew he had something to do with it. Then you put two and two together and it clicked…He came to Ghost’s house and Ghost beat his ass. And in that moment you thought about everything. You were never really happy with Michael, Simon made you happy. And now all that mattered was you were back home. And he was ready to take care of you and care for you. And you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Ex!Simon Riley Who looked down at you as you snuggled up to him again and spoke up. “Maybe me coming here did mean something.” “Hm, did it now?” “Shut up! You wanna have me back or-” “Yes. Is that even a question my sweet girl, you’re my girl and I’ll never lose you again.”

Ex!Simon Riley Who smiled as you got up to go to the bathroom, he picked up his phone and disabled that tracker he had on your old phone, he’d buy you a new one. He just had to make sure his girl was safe for the couple of months after the bar encounter. But you didn’t need to know, he has you back now and that’s all that will ever matter.

AGHHH I adored this ask, I'm so sorry for my brief break I hope this makes up for it...

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Just Friends - Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: What happens in the aftermath of part 1, and will Bucky be able to fix this? Warnings: Angst, talks of manipulation, Bucky is a bit of an asshole, cursing

A/N: Hope you like Part 2 as much as Part 1! None of my stories or edited or beta’d so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. If you want to be a part of my permanent taglist, please request letting me know that you want to be on the permanent one.

Part 1 here

You stay in your room for the rest of the day, not wanting to see or talk to anyone, especially Bucky. You just can’t understand how the hell this all happened. Two days ago, you were taking a nap together in each others arms, and now he doesn’t even want to be friends with you. Your heart is beyond broken, and the love you feel towards him makes you sad. You didn’t just love him as a friend, you were in love with him, and now you feel stupid. You know who is responsible, besides Bucky being a complete moron, Dot. That bitch has it coming to her.

You hear a knock on your door, and a part of you hopes it’s Bucky saying he made a mistake, but when you open the door you see Steve. The smile he was wearing falls when he sees your tear stained face.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks.

You nod, not wanting to talk about it, especially with Bucky’s now one and only best friend. Steve just looks at you, not believing you.

“Okay… well we have a mission, you free to leave tonight?” he asks.

“Yeah, absolutely. What time?” You can’t help the relieved feeling that you will get away.

“Need you ready to go with Nat in an hour” Steve says in his ‘Cap’ voice.

You salute him and close the door, to start prepping your departure. This mission could not come at a better time. You hope that some time away will help Bucky come to his senses, or maybe help you realize that you are better off without him.

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You've been gone for two weeks and are dead exhausted when you and Nat exit the quinjet back into the compound. It was a brutal mission, and you probably have a few bruised ribs with a of bruises and scratches around your body. But despite it being brutal, it was a success. You and Nat go your separate ways to your rooms, knowing you will be up early tomorrow for a debrief. As you enter the hallway where your room is, you hear moans and groans coming from Bucky’s room. You curse yourself knowing what he's doing and who he's doing it with. You hear Dot’s voice “Harder Bucky, oh god… harder”, which makes you cringe and your stomach churn.

You tried to not think about the blue eyed super soldier over the last two weeks, and while you were busy getting the crap kicked out of you that was easy, but the downtime he was the only thing on your mind. It really pissed you off, but you knew you were hoping you would come home and he would be waiting for you, begging for forgiveness. Guess not. Dot really has her hooks in him, and if they are still together, than you know he did not tell her that he is going to stay friends with you. So it's officially over between you, and that thought is devastating. 

You go to your room and jump in the shower to drown out the noise coming from the room next to you. When you come out, you continue to hear the moaning and know you'll never sleep with that racket. You quickly change into sweats and a t-shirt and decide to head out to the common room to sleep on the couch. It's better than the alternative. You plop on the couch and cover yourself with a blanket, turning on the TV to have some background noise. You are not there more than 2 minutes when Bucky comes out, heading toward the kitchen in nothing but a pair of sweats. You try to shrink yourself so he doesn’t see you, but with the TV on, it was only a matter of time before he turns in your direction. When he does his eyes lock with yours and he slowly walks toward you.

“Hi” he says quietly.

You sit up, “Hi” you say back.

He looks relieved almost, but you think it’s just your exhaustion, you know he doesn’t care that you’re back. The awkward silence is driving you crazy, but he finally breaks it. “Wh-when did you get back?" he asks quietly.

"About an hour ago," you respond.

"What are you doing out here?”

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh. “Well it's kinda hard to sleep when your neighbor is fucking the lights out of their girlfriend and she's loud as hell.” You spat allowing the anger of seeing him engulf you.

Bucky's shocked by your outburst and then looks guilty, and uncomfortable. “I.. uh sorry,” he says, taking a step toward you.

“Whatever. But don't worry I'll make sure to keep my distance for you both so that I don't make her uncomfortable again,” you say with venom in your voice.

His eyebrows shoot up at that comment. He hates that he forced you to hate him, though he can't blame you. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't know if at this point he can fix it. He just stares at you with a mix of shock and despair, which makes you annoyed so you roll your eyes.

“Look, I’m tired and achy, so I’m going to sleep out here,” you say as you gently lay down and turn away from him.

All Bucky wants to do is kneel next to you and apologize for making you feel like this. He misses you, but with Dot in his room, he knows he can't. He hates that he put himself, and you, in this position. He just knows Dot is his only shot, so he wants... no needs to make it work with her. He looks at you one more time, sadness evident in his face, and walks back to his room.

–

The next morning you're in the kitchen, sitting between Steve and Sam, when Bucky walks in with Dot. Dot sees you and her smug smirk immediately goes right on her face.

“Baby, make me pancakes?” she says to Bucky in her squeaky baby voice.

You scoff loudly, and look at Sam, whose shaking his head and giving you a look that tells you he doesn’t like her either.

Bucky heard your scoff and looks at you, but your eyes were on Sam. If you want act like this, then he's game. He looked back at Dot and smiles.

“Of course, my Bella,” he says, looking back at you.

Your eyes shot to his when you heard the pet name he called her. That was your pet name, and you know he did that on purpose. You didn't think he would stoop so low, and honestly he didn't either. You can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes, which only makes Bucky regret what he did more. He opens his mouth to immediately apologize, but you quickly get up, ignoring the pain in your ribs, and leave the room.

Steve looks at Bucky in disappointment, and Sam looks like he wants to punch him. Bucky feels like absolute shit and didn't think it was possible to hate himself even more. Dot, however, looks happy as anything and ignores the fact that you left.

"Bucky, pancakes please," he squeaks.

Tony then walks in and informs everyone in the kitchen that there will be a party tomorrow night because he was just in the mood, before leaving and telling the rest of the team. Dot is so excited that her plan is working and she will get to be on display with THE Bucky Barnes in front of all the rich and famous at one of Tony Stark’s parties. Man when she decided to go after Bucky to help her status, she was worried he would see through her, but she found he was very easy to manipulate. I mean she was able to get rid of you in less than a day. It won't be long before she will have status enough to leave Bucky behind and move on to the next big name.

–

You didn’t want to go to the party, but Nat and Wanda made you. Even Steve and Sam told you they would protect you from Bucky and Dot, which is sweet so you agreed. Nat and Wanda helped you get dressed, as your ribs were still sore from the mission, and did your hair and make up. The three of you walk into the party, and head straight to Steve and Sam at the bar.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” Steve said, causing you to blush.

“Thanks Stevie, you look great too.”

He smiles and hands you your favorite drink. “Listen, I know you and Bucky are having a hard time right now, and I know he is normally your partner at these things, but I thought I could be a good stand in and be your date for tonight. As friends of course,” he said a blush coming over his cheeks.

You smile and kiss him on the cheek, “I would love that Cap.”

You and Steve mostly stay with the group, chatting about this, that, and nothing, but all laughing and having a great time. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, being dragged from person to person was Bucky. Dot was making sure everyone in the room saw her with him. It really was really annoying him, because felt like a prized horse with Dot. He started to question her motives for being with him He never liked parties parties, only liked to be with… you. You made them bearable. He couldn’t help looking over and notice how beautiful you looked. He saw you and your friends laughing and having a great time, and wanted nothing more but to stand there with you. He felt like he couldn't breath anymore with you gone from his life, and he hated himself for what he did to you.

The truth is, he missed you beyond words. He knew he made a mistake, ending your friendship, and tonight is only showing him more and more what an asshole he was. Question was could he fix it, or was it too late. Dot noticed where Bucky was staring and rolled her eyes seeing you and the rest of the group. She decided to continue to torture you so she took Bucky's hand leading him over to the group. She cleared her throat as she got closer, causing the laughter going on the stop. Everyone looked at her, with her smug face. She wrapped Bucky’s arms around her and held him to her.

“What’s so funny over here? Don’t you know this is a party and you are the Avengers? You should be mingling! Bucky and I have been a hit so far, so you guys should join in the fun!” she said. 

You quickly down your drink and look at Steve. 

“Stevie, want to dance?” you say, completely ignoring Dot. He nodded at you and took your hand, leading you out to the dance floor. Bucky looked between you and Steve and couldn’t help the jealousy he felt. Are you and Steve becoming a thing now? Has he pushed you to the point that you will take Steve away from him? He needs to get a closer look. He bent down to Dot, “Let’s dance,” he whispered, dragging her with him.

Steve held you in his arms as you moved to the slow ballad playing. You look over your shoulder to see Bucky and Dot also dancing close to you, Bucky frequently looking over and you and Steve. You rolled your eyes.

“Ignore them, Y/N.” Steve said quietly.

You blush, and look at Steve. “I’m sorry, I just hate her, and he... ” your words get caught in your throat.

“Yeah, she isn’t well liked by any of us, and I don't know what the hell he''s doing. I'm sure he will come around and regret what he's done to you. I'm pretty sure he has feelings for you, but feels like you wont reciprocate,” he said.

Tears start falling down your face. “I’m sorry Steve, but I think I need some air,” you say quickly.

Steve nodded and let you go, feeling bad that he made you cry. You quickly walk past Bucky and out of the ballroom to the balcony. Bucky watches you and saw that you were emotional. He wanted to follow but knew Dot wouldn't let him. He excused himself and went to talk to Steve about what happened. Dot was not happy and stomped off the dance floor like a child.

Meanwhile, you try and contain your emotions and took deep breaths, looking out over the compound property. You really wish you stuck to your guns and didn’t come tonight. You hated seeing them together, especially her. You wish you knew why he took her side, especially after what Steve just said. Is there a chance he did have similar feelings to you? At this point is it even worth caring, because he broke your heart, and you have no idea if you can trust him again.

“Ya know, for an Avenger, you’re a pretty easy opponent to beat,” you hear Dot’s voice from behind you.

You immediately tense up, but refuse to turn and look at her. She laughs, “I mean I thought you would have put up a little bit more of a fight when I made him dump your pathetic ass, but I guess you are just... too weak,” she taunts.

Now you turned and looked at her, rage pouring through your veins.

“Excuse me?” was all you could say.

Dot continues to walk toward you with her smug smile. “I mean, I saw how much you were in love with him when we first met. I knew I had to get rid of you in order for my plan to work. He spoke of nothing but you for the weeks we were talking to each other, so I knew you were trouble. I thought you would have fought for him, but obviously you know a lost cause when you see one.”

She laughs again, while you are shaking in anger. “What plan did you have exactly?" you ask angrily.

"Oh you know, having Bucky, a infamous Avenger by my side to be seen, go to Tony Stark parties and meet the rich and famous, and when I finally find a richer more impressive man, leave Bucky for him. It's a win win... for me. Bucky was so easy to manipulate too. I made him think he had a chance at forever with me, which no man does without the wad of cash to go with it. But I knew I could get him to do anything for me. I mean when he came to my house that night I met you, all I had to do was I tell him how uncomfortable you made me. How I didn’t like how close you guys were, and he bought it. Hook. Line. Sinker,” She says with a proud smile on her face.

“Now I'm on step two... be at Tony Stark parties with THE Bucky Barnes, rubbing elbows with the rich and famous, making contacts, and setting myself up for success. Meanwhile you get to sulk about the man who didn’t choose you.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you hear, “What… the… fuck!”

You and Dot turn your heads to Bucky, who was standing at the door, glaring at Dot. Dot lost her smug smile, and looked panicked. 

“Bucky… h-h-how long were you standing there?” she asks, fear evident in her voice.

Bucky walks up and stands next to you, glaring down at the red head. “Long enough to know you are a manipulative bitch, who's only using me, and coerced me into losing the woman I'm crazy about,” he growls as you gasp at his words.

You see him trying to control his emotions. You wonder if you should calm him down, but decide against it. You slowly step away from them, and start heading toward the door. You turn around to see Bucky still glaring at Dot, but can't handle anymore excitement tonight. You walk back through the ballroom and head straight to the elevators. You make it back to your room, and decide you needed a nice long hot shower to wash this whole evening away and think about what you just heard Bucky say and what it all meant.

As you stand under the hot water you think about the last 2+ weeks. Hearing Bucky's declaration about you, finding out he has a girlfriend, losing him, the mission, coming back to Bucky still being with that bitch, Bucky calling her "my Bella", and then this whole fucked up evening ending with Bucky basically stating he wanted you too. how are you supposed to wrap your head around any of this. After spending probably close to 30 minutes in the shower, you change into sweats and a t-shirt and walk back into your room. You stop short when you see Bucky sitting on your bed, his head in his hands. He looks up at you, tears running down his face. You swallow the lump in your throat, but don’t move.

“I… I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I know it’s not enough, because what I did was the worst thing I could do, but I'm really fucking sorry,” He whispers through his tears.

You want to go over and hug him, but you're too hurt, so you just nod. Bucky shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, he stands up and walks toward you. You tense up, but remain where you are.

“Y/N, ending our friendship was the worst thing I've ever done in my life. You're my best girl, and I should've stuck by you, and defended you. I would give you an excuse, not that there really is one, but you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway,” he says.

When you don’t respond, he turns toward the door. As he is about to grab the handle, he hears, “Try me.”

He turns around and looks at you. He turns back toward you and sits back down on the bed. He motions for you to come and sit, which you do, but you make sure there is plenty of space between you. He swallows the lump in his throat. 

“I… uh… I never thought anyone would ever love me. Not even in a friendship way, besides Steve. When you became my friend, I felt so lucky, and I wanted to hold on to that feeling forever. You became the most important person in my life. I… I fell in love with you.”

You can’t help but gape at him. He loves you?! What the fuck! He loves you but then why all this? You go to say something, but he quickly continues.

“I know you couldn't feel the same way, which is why I tried to find someone to take that place. I met Dot, and she was nice and flirty, and made me feel normal. I thought she actually liked me, but apparently I was just a pawn in her scheme to become rich and famous,” He scoffs at himself, shaking his head.

He looks at you again. “She manipulated the shit out of me, which hurts more than I can say, but not as much as seeing the pain you had for these last few weeks. It’s really no excuse, but it's the truth. She told me that she was falling for me, and I was just so blindly happy to find someone else to fill the hole I had. The hole that was really made for you. She told me to do something and I did it because I wanted to keep her happy. I just wish I had snapped out of it when she told me to end my friendship with you."

You stay silent wanting to hear every word.

"When I did, and you ran off, I knew it wasn’t right. I actually went up to your room after my work out to apologize, but you had already left for the mission. I thought maybe it was for the best. Dot and I continued to get closer, which I thought was good, but it was all a lie,” he growled. “When you came home and I saw that you were alive, I was so relieved. I was so worried about you while you were away, but you were so cold to me. I know I deserved it, but I never thought I would see that. So, I got angry and thats why I called her ‘my bella’. I knew that would cause a reaction, but when I saw your face, I immediately regretted it. I never called Dot that name besides that time. Not that it makes it better," he says.

“Tonight, when I saw you laughing with our friends, I wanted to be by your side, with my hand around your waist like all the other parties. I wanted to dance with you, and when I saw you and Steve, I got…. jealous. I… I’m an asshole. I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your friendship. I’m sorry.”

Before you could answer, he left the room, leaving your door open. You sat there for a moment thinking about everything he said. The one thing that stands out is that he loved you, but didn’t realize you loved him too. But you didn’t know if you should just forgive him, when he hurt you so bad.

You suddenly found yourself outside his door. You knocked, listening for his footsteps. When you didn’t hear them, you tried his door, which was unlocked. You peeked your head inside and saw Bucky laying on his stomach, his face in his pillow, quietly crying. Your heart broke, as you quietly entered his room and closed his door. You went to the other side of the bed, and laid next to him, staring at the ceiling. 

“I can’t just forgive you for the pain you caused me, Bucky. You broke my heart more than once in the last few weeks, and I didn’t even understand why. I thought we were stronger than that, but I guess I was wrong.”

You sigh and look at Bucky, who has his face turned towards you, tears streaming down his face. 

“But you were wrong too. I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I thought you didn’t feel the same, but I guess we are both idiots,” you say with a laugh.

You turn your body towards him. 

“I can’t forgive you…” Bucky closes his eyes in pain. “… at least not yet.” You say quietly. Bucky’s eyes shot open and he sits up, staring at you. “Not yet?” he asks, hopefully. You give him a small smile and nod. 

“You have a lot of making up for how you made me feel, Bucky, but I love you. I’m in love with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life in your arms. But… it’s going to take time. A lot of time fore me to trust you again,” you say, as you sit up and look at him.

He moves closer to you. “I will give you as much time as you need, as long as I know there is a chance I can be with you. I love you so much Y/N.”

You put your palm to his cheek. “I love you too.” You say before bringing him in for a small peck on his lips.

Bucky started to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. 

“I should go,” you say, as you get off the bed and walk to the door. You turn back and look at Bucky, who looks disappointed that you are leaving. “Goodnight,” you say, before leaving the room.

–

Over the next six months Bucky worked his ass off to prove to you he was true and that he loved you. You kept him at arms length for awhile, even though it hurt you both. Then you slowly started to allow him in, but not completely. You would only hang out with him in public settings with other people around, much to Bucky's dismay. After a few months, you both started to slowly go back to being friends, and then best friends again. Neither of you ever wanting to bring up Dot again, who disappeared thank god.

Today, you're sitting in the common room, flipping through possible things to watch on Netflix. “Ugh, there is nothing new that I want to watch!” you yell.

You hear a deep chuckle from the kitchen, before Bucky walks into the common room with a big bowl of popcorn. 

“Just pick something, it doesn’t have to be new, Bells,” he says, as he sits next you and wraps his metal arm around you.

You settle on “Stranger Things”, and snuggle into Bucky. After 2 episodes, you look up and notice Bucky is staring at you.

“What?” you ask.

He smiles at you, “I was just thinking… I don’t know if you would want to, or if you just want to keep things as they are… but… um… w-would you want to go out on a date with me?” he asks.

You sit up and look at him. He looks so adorably nervous, that you can’t help but smile. 

“Absolutely. I think you've been patient with my punishment, and honestly, I've been waiting for you to get the guts to ask me out. But on one condition,” you say.

Bucky nods, “Name it, my Bella.”

You smile, "We continue to go at my pace. No rushing into things just because we know our feelings. I need to know you are willing to continue being patient. And also... we never go to that pizza place again, and you better drive me home after every date," you say with a fake glare.

Bucky laughs, "Belle, you will never have to walk home alone again, and yes I accept going slow. I know I still have a lot to make up for, but I'm glad you are giving me another chance."

"Yeah, I know, but we'll get there eventually," you say with a smile before you both hug.

It took awhile before you let him kiss you again, and even longer before you slept together. Bucky took everything in stride and you both eventually enjoyed a long lasting loving relationship.

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Some people might not like that we forgave him, but in my head he went through the punishment to deserve the forgiveness. Feedback is appreciated!

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This is part 5 to my Skz poly fic.

Warnings: Blowjobs

"Y/N?" You hear worriedly. Your eyes look up and meet Felixs.

"Are you okay?" Felix says his worried eyes meeting yours. His heart broke at your messed up makeup.

Felix didn't care about the loud music or the looks you and Chan were getting. He couldn't give a fuck he needed to make sure you were okay.

Minho is behind him. He looks at you just as worried.

Chan sighs as he looks at phone in your lap Maria had handed you. "Let me go find Maria so I can give her back her phone. I need to thank Yeosang too." Chan says and he gets up not really wanting to but he knows he needs to.

You hand him her phone. He walks up to Felix and whispers something in his ear and Felix nods. He then goes up to Minhos whispering something in his ear too.

Felix comes and sits beside you. You really needed a hug right now so you lean into his embrace.

"It's okay. We aren't going to let anyone hurt you." Felix says hugging you back.

You hear the music turn off. "Party's over. Everyone needs to leave. Thank you for being here and celebrating Felixs birthday." You hear Minho says and with that everyone heads to the door.

You try to pull away from Felixs grasp and he lets you.

"You don't need to leave right now you're emotional. I don't want you to get hurt driving back home." Felix says sighing concern still on his face. You nod agreeing with him.

"You can sleep in my room tonight okay?" Felix says and you nod.

"Usually Changbin sleeps with me but we put him in Minhos and Jisungs room because he was starting to fall asleep." Felix says laughing.

"So we just put him in the nearest room." Felix says and he brings you back in to a hug that you accept.

Everyone finally leaves and Felix sighs relieved that you weren't crying. "Thank you." You say head laying on Felix.

"We got to take care of our guests." Felix says smiling.

Eventually all of the boys come to the living room.

"Why'd you kick everyone out?" Jeongin says questioning Minho. Minhos eyes go to you clinging onto Felix and Jeongins eyes meet where his lands.

Jeongin looks at you concerned. "What happened?" He asks no one in particular.

Chan comes from the kitchen. "You guys remember Maria?" All of the boys nod.

"She's the one dating Hongjoong and his boyfriends right?" Hyunjin says.

"Yeah. Y/N and her were talking and some dude came up to them. He put his hand on Y/Ns thigh and was flirting with them both. They both tried to make him stop and Yeosang noticed and hit the dude in the face. He got in Yeosangs face and I told him he needed to leave. He called them bitches so I broke his fucking nose." Chan says shrugging.

He looks at his hand and moves his fingers to make sure they weren't broken.

All of the boys look at you in concern. "It seems like trouble follows her everywhere." Jisung says noticing you had fallen asleep on Felix.

"Yeah it seems like it." Seungmin says adding in.

"It's not her fault you know." Minho says to his boyfriends.

"We know but we can't always be there to save her as much as we wish we could." Seungmin says sighing.

"If Yeosang hadn't noticed what do you think would've happened." Chan says running a hand through his hair.

"Well luckily nothing did. I know we can't save her from anything but we've saved her so far when she needed us." Felix says holding you.

"You guys might hate me for saying this but I'm starting to really like her. I know we've only met her a couple times but I can't help it you know." Felix says sighing.

Felix looks at his boyfriends for any sign of them getting pissed yet instead there isn't.

Chan is the first to speak. "We'll never hate you love." Chan says.

"You don't?" Felix asks his boyfriends and everyone shakes their head.

"Not at all." Seungmin says reassuring his boyfriend.

Felix feels like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"You're not the only who's starting to like her." Minho says speaking up.

Felix smiles softly knowing he felt better at his comment.

"You guys wouldn't mind if I invited her for dinner tomorrow would you?" Felix asks.

"Not at all." Jeongin says smiling at his boyfriend.

"It'd be like a date you know." Felix says making sure his boyfriends understood what he was saying.

"We know." Seungmin says.

Felix smiles at his boyfriends who return his smile with ones of their own.

"She's going to lay in my room tonight if you guys dont mind." Felix says and everyone nods except Jisung.

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Hold up. Where's Changbin sleeping then?" Jisung says questioning him.

"In yours and Minho's room." Felix says and Jisung whines.

"Why can't he sleep in Chans and Hyunjins room?" Jisung says complaining.

"Are you going to carry a drunk tired Changbin to our room?" Chan asks the boy who stops talking. Jisung pouts but doesn't say anything back.

"I told Minho we shouldn't have picked the closest room." Jisung mumbles.

"Get her to your room. We'll clean this mess up." Minho says sighing.

Felix nods picking you up in his arms and carrying you to his room.

Felix sets you down in his bed. He goes and grab the makeup wipes from under the cabinet in the bathroom.

Felix goes up to your face. He looks at you taking in your features. His hand goes to your face trying his best not to wake you up. He slowly peels the gems from around your eyes carefully to not hurt you.

He finally peels the last one off of you and he sighs the easy part being over. He opens the makeup wipes and brings one to your face.

You move away from his grip. "I got to take this off of you. You don't need to sleep with makeup on." Felix says to you who falls back to sleep.

He brings the makeup wipes back to your face and cleans off the rest of your makeup. He puts the blanket over your sleepy form.

He heads to the bathroom putting the makeup wipes back up and goes to his drawer grabbing clothes to change into. He closes the bathroom door and looks into the mirror sighing.

He felt fucked up. How could he want someone else too while being in love with boyfriends. He felt very selfish. He really couldn't just be happy with what he got.

He runs a hand through his hair messing it up. At least his boyfriends thought he wasn't a complete fuck up.

"Fucking hell." Felix says outloud to himself.

He shouldn't be worrying about that. Especially not when you were laying in the bed asleep. Felix finally decides to change his clothes when he stops contemplating with himself.

He walks out the bathroom feeling much comfier yet the thoughts were still in his head. Yet not as much as he was by himself in the bathroom.

He gets into the bed looking up at the ceiling. It felt right laying beside you. Like you were supposed to be by his side. Yet how could he feel that way when the loves of his life were down the hall probably sleeping now.

"Felix?" You say and Felix meets your heavy eyes barely open.

"Hm?" He says looking at you.

"Thank you guys. For everything." You say eyes starting to open fully.

Felix smiles at you. "You're more than welcome." He says.

"Could I give you a birthday present?" You say softly eyes now open. Felix nods at you.

Before Felix realizes what you're doing you're straddling him.

Felix looks at you unsure if you were about to do what he thinks.

You look down at him. "I like you. Not just you I like all of them. We've met only a few times I know but I'm interested in all of you." You say and Felix is pretty much shortcircuiting at this point.

"I want to suck you off." You say and Felixs eyes widen.

You quickly try to take back what you said. "If you don't want me to we can just sleep. I don't know how you feel about it considering your boyfriends-" you're cut off with Felixs lips crashing into yours.

He pulls away. He smiles at you reassuring any of your doubts.

"That'd be a great birthday present." Felix says his body relaxing.

You nod. Felix puts a pillow on the ground in front of him. You crawl onto the ground in-between his legs.

You look at Felix for any sign of discomfort yet you're met with that same reassuring smile.

He lifts his hips so you can pull his shorts and boxers down. Everything about Felix was just so pretty. From his freckled cheeks down to his cock.

"So pretty." You say and Felix eyes meet yours in surprise. He had never heard someone call his cock pretty. He loved the comment though.

"Is it?" Felix asks before he realizes he's asked you that outloud. Your eyes meet his and you nod and Felix looks away slightly embarrassed yet even more turned on.

Your lick his tip causing Felix to groan. "Please don't tease me." Felix says groaning again.

You take him in your mouth and you watch as he throws his head back. "Fuck." Felix says as you take him fully in your mouth.

You gag around him slightly and Felix whines at the feeling.

You slowly move off of him and take him all the way back down again.

Felixs jaw is slack as he lets out the prettiest moans you've ever heard.

You grab Felixs hand and bring it to your head. He makes a makeshift ponytail with your hair. You pull off of him.

"Fuck my face." You say drool and his precum dripping from the side of your mouth and it takes everything in Felix to not bust a nut right then.

Felixs hand that's still holding your hair guides you to his cock. Felix was eager and you could tell from the way he started to fuck your mouth. Moans spilling from his mouth and chants of your name.

"Fuck. Doing so good." Felix says as you gag again as he pushes you all the way down.

As Felix pushed you down on his cock he starts rolling his hips into your mouth causing you to gag even more.

"Fuck going to make me cum in that pretty mouth of yours." Felix says grinding into your mouth again.

Moan after moan comes from Felixs mouth. You knew he was close by the way his grip got tighter in your hair and fucking your mouth faster. His moans turn into whimpers at this point.

"Fuck!" Felix says as he forces you to take him all the way. Grinding into your mouth as he cums down your throat. Whimpers leaving his mouth as he orgasms.

Felixs grip on your hair relaxes as he comes down from his orgasm. You swallow every bit of his cum. He pulls you off slowly. Felix thinks he might cum again at the sight of your fucked out face and a mixture of your drool and his cum glistening on his cock.

"Fuck I'm sorry." He says hand going to your face. You shake your head. "I'm okay." You say as he wipes his cum off your lips. He kisses you softly tasting himself.

"Let me go get cleaned up." Felix says and you nod sleep already taking over your body.

Felix helps you back into the bed. "I'll be back." Felix says and you nod once again.

He disappears into the bathroom. As he closes the bathroom door he's left alone with his thoughts again. He cleaned himself up and looks into the mirror. He looked tired and felt it.

Yet the thoughts that were messing with him earlier weren't there. Instead it was hopeful thoughts. You liked not just him but his boyfriends too. A soft smile rests on his face as he sighs more content with himself.

He walks back out of the bathroom and his eyes meet your slowly closing ones. He gets under the blankets with you. You adjust on him and lay your head on his chest.

Felix sighs. "You okay?" You ask him sleepily.

"I'm good. That was a really good birthday present." Felix says smiling down at you.

"I'm glad you like it." You say replying to him.

For a second there's comfortable silence and Felix is the one to break it.

"Can I ask you something?" Felix says and you nod.

"Would you like to have dinner with us tomorrow. It'd be like a date. The boys told me I could ask you and they were interested in having you over. You can say no there's no pressure. We just want to get to know more about you." Felix says feeling a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

You smile at him sleepily. "I would love to." You say and your smile is met back with Felixs smile.

"You need some sleep it's been an eventful night." Felix says and you nod. You close your eyes slipping off into dreamland once again.

Felixs thoughts were calmed with you snoring softly on his chest. He was really into you and you were starting to fit into his heart along with his 7 boyfriends. He slowly drifts off to sleep you and his boyfriends occupying his thoughts.

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[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Hiiii, Cyprus ❤️ Did you like my surprise? I trashed your apartment since you never seem to leave mine! I'm not mean like you though, so I left all the pieces of your now broken phone at the bottom of this note. Also I pissed all over your mattress <3 You cant keep fucking with me and expect me to take it, right? Anyways, suck a fat one and see you at work on Monday, babygirl!!

[Author's note: Cyprus doesn't like going to your apartment. He prefers it if you stay at his, hence the stealing and manipulating to get you to come over to his place. Canonically, he wouldn't leave you alone at his place either.]

Tw: afab reader, cyprus being a dick

Your heart was pumping when you arrived at the office on Monday. Ready for a confrontation with Cyprus. All the worst-case scenarios ran through your mind and you hoped he would lash out at you publicly, getting himself fired in the process.

Only to find out that he isn't coming in today, he pulled one of his emergency leaves. The office was asking you what happened to him since it was already established very well that you're his girl. You said you had no idea, which made them probe you even more. As they didn't believe you.

That was... Anti-climatic. You're somewhat relieved yet tensed because you know something is about to happen yet you don't know when or what. You're not receiving any calls, or text messages from him either (as expected, you mangled his phone), not even an email that he could have sent through his laptop.

The workday went by uneventfully, save for your nosy coworkers pestering you for more details about Cyprus's absence during lunch and punch-out time. To your surprise and many of your colleagues too, Cyprus wasn't there to pick you up, you truly had no idea what had happened to him. It was complete radio silence from the hothead. Very uncharacteristic of him, you thought he would fly off the handles at your offences.

Maybe he gave up. You're too much trouble than what you're worth.

You grinned, thinking that you're one step closer to freedom from that man, you will have to figure out how to deal with the animosity that will inevitably arrive when he comes back to work. You knew Cyprus was vengeful, he's going to do something to fuck up your career as revenge.

You said your goodbyes to your coworkers as you head back home. The trip was also nothing out of the ordinary, it's just like how it was before accidentally snaring Cyprus's fiery heart.

However, when you arrived back to your apartment, your landlord, a few other tenants, a group of cleaners and a pair of plumbers coming in and out of the lobby was waiting there for you.

You asked what was going on.

The tenants seems distressed, they were too busy chatting amongst themselves or on phone calls. The only person who's willing to fill you in is your landlord, who doesn't look too thrilled to see you either.

He said he would want to talk to you outside. You obliged and follow him to the entrance, where the both of you are illuminated by the door lights and street lamps.

"There was a clog that caused the toilets in a handful of units to flood." He said.

You were worried, thinking that you're one of the affected too. You asked if you could check your room out too, but your landlord only stopped you there.

"We are doing what we can to settle the situation. However, I must talk to you about the cause of it." He pulled his phone out and opened his photo galleries.

"It came from your apartment. You flushed something down that you weren't supposed to." Your eyes landed on a picture, showing you a rusted, dirty water pipe, gaping on one end and what seemed like a soaked, crumpled period pad. You don't think it was even originally used, you're not even on your period. How did it-

"I will be charging your account for the repairs." Your landlord told you.

You tried defending yourself, saying that you didn't do it. You accused Cyprus of trespassing and causing the clog because you and he had a "fight".

He shook his head. "I wanted to believe that too, because I never expected you to be this reckless. I checked the surveillance cameras, no one entered your room other than yourself."

You tried to desperately fight your case, you do not want to pay for damages you didn't do! You knew Cyprus is behind this somehow, but you couldn't prove it. Frustrating as it is, you couldn't do anything except to bite the bullet.

Your landlord excused himself to handle the situation at hand, leaving you alone to think about what had happened alone. Outside, with the darkness surrounding you.

You sighed and frowned. Maybe you should call your mom, dad, sibling or online friend to rant about your day. You were too immersed in your thoughts and misery that you didn't realize a certain sedan car has been circling around the block a few times now. Still, not aware of your surroundings, you pulled your phone out.

But you got distracted by the icon of your favourite social media application. You ended up launching that instead of calling someone for advice or help. You had to pacify yourself and what better way than to use mind-numbing brain junkfood?

However, during mid-scroll, your precious device was yanked away from your hands by none other than Cyprus.

But before you can even inhale a complete gasp, the deafening sounds of your lifeline shattering reached your ears first. Followed by successive crunching of your already abused phone under his heavy, combat boots.

You stared at it slack jaw as he continued grinding his heel against the pieces out of pure spite.

"I read your little note." He gruffed, continuing to destroy whatever is left of your gadget. "I was fucking pissed." He continued, glaring at you as he fits in a couple more stomps.

"But now, we're even." He pulled something out from his pocket and pelted it at you. It isn't heavy, you thought he threw the crumpled note itself at you since it looked thin, paper like and light.

Only when you took a closer look, your face paled in horror.

It's an empty menstrual pad wrapper.

"Come on, princess." He clamped his hand around your wrist, dragging you along with him. "We're going out for dinner. I don't feel like cooking today."

You wrenched your hand away from him and said you didn't want to see him. He disregarded that with a click of the tongue and a roll of the eyes.

"You know, you really can be a handful sometimes." He grabbed your hand again. "I'm not mad anymore, okay? You learned your lesson; I won't be fucking your shit up as long as you leave mine alone. I'll be paying for the damages and I'll get you a new phone after dinner. Now, let's go. I'm hungry and I bet you are too."

You still resisted him, planting your feet firmly on the ground and trying to tug your hand away from his iron grip. You said you're tired, you just want to be in your room.

He scoffed. "Trust me, you do not want to go in there. I took everything important, you should have no problem staying over at my place. The sheets are freshly washed and I deep cleaned my mattress just for my angel girl who could do no wrong." Heavy sarcasm was dripping from his words at the end of his sentence.

You still put up a fight, which thinned his patience.

A yelp escaped your lips when he suddenly groped your ass. His grip was firm, a bit too firm that it hurts a bit. Wincing, you unintentionally loosened your posture, allowing Cyprus to whisk you off your feet and draped you over his shoulder. You made a fuss, kicking and hitting him but he was like a mountain made of steel and concrete- nothing fazes him.

"Stop squirming, you fucking brat. Or I'll bite you." He growled, walking towards his car and tightening his hold on your legs, you're trying your best to kick him in the head. It was already hard having your upper body dangle off his back shoulder.

Of course, feeling the sting of humiliation, you didn't stop. You kept struggling against the much stronger man, hoping that he would either give up or drop you.

But to your surprise, you felt a sharp pressure on the side of your ass cheek. Shouting in pain, you realized that Cyprus held his word and sunk his teeth into your soft flesh. That was effective in stunning you in place, the scream dying down in your throat and you ceased your flailing.

"I warned you, pretty girl." He unlocked his car door with his key fob. You sighed, this is going to be a long week.

[jeridandridge]

can you do 4 and 5 for the smutty one liners pls!!!

Ok so I changed this up a bit- hinting at smut towards the end.

Exes and Ohs

“Another!” Ava calls the bartender as you take a breath, downing your third shot. Janine roped everyone into going out for an evening for Jacobs birthday because in one way or another, everyone had a soft spot for him. Now you’re buzzed around your co workers.

Being buzzed around your co workers wasnt the best idea, especially when there was a strange electric tension between you and a certain redhead. Melissa stands at a high table with Barb and Zack nursing whatever brown liquor she liked. You clench your jaw and grip the shot glass with white knuckles.

“Girl chill, I ain’t paying for broken glasses.” Ava snaps you out of it. “You two need to bone and get it over with.”

“What are you talking about?” You laugh. “She can’t stand me.”

Ava rolls her eyes lifting another shot glass to her lips. “Get your eyes checked. Have fun sulking over here.”

With that, she walks away leaving you with your shot glass. There’s no way Melissas into you. She was always short with you and hardly ever said a word, even when she did it was prompted by Barb.

You blow out a breath and turn around heading to the table top, mint prevalent on your tongue from the drink.

“Y/n! Come here,” Jacob calls, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a side hug. When you come up to the table you meet the redheads eyes, her gorgeous eyes youd like to get lost in, but as quick as you meet them she’s looking away from you, whispering something to Barb before she goes to the bar.

You stand there listening to everyone’s conversation, Jacob telling a funny story about him and Zack as you eye Melissa’s frame while she leans against the bar waiting for a drink. As she waits, you see a man walk up to her. One she doesn’t look to pleased with. You keep an eye on her, your ears peeking up when you hear Barb.

“Oh no.”

“Is that the ex husband?” You ask quirking a brow.

When you watch Melissa’s hand ball into a fist and the man get right in her face you move across the floor like there’s a trail of fire behind you. Melissa being Melissa, doesn’t back down.

“You’re an asshole, joe!”

Coming up to the two you wrap your arm around Melissa’s waist pulling her back to put yourself between her and the man. With your shoulders back and your chin up, you meet the man’s eyes with a quirked brow. He was clearly already drinking elsewhere before he got here.

“Why dont you go sit down before you get yourself into trouble, little man.”

You feel a warm hand on the center of your back that sends a shiver up your spine. You’d never ever touched Melissa before and she never touched you.

You keep your chin up as Joe laughs, sizing you up before he looks over your shoulder at his ex wife. “Wow, Mel, what a downgrade” he wobbles slightly and your jaw clenches.

You can’t help but let out an actual laugh. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I can’t imagine having a woman like Melissa and fumbling that hard. Like, wow.” You laugh this time at him. “Go sleep it off, dumbass.”

Melissa smirks, grabbing your arm pulling you towards the hall that leads to the bathrooms ignoring the group that was watching. You’re sure you hear Ava booing the guy.

Your heart is pounding. You’re sure you fucked up.

“Melissa I’m sorry, that wasn’t any of my business but I couldn’t stand him being in your face like that he-“

Melissa pulls you into the bathroom cutting you off. luckily you were the only ones in there.

“Hon, what the hell was that?” She laughs crossing her arms leaning against the counter.

You eye the woman, relieved she isn’t pissed. “Wait, so you’re not mad? Because I thought you hated me all year.”

“Hate you? Why would I hate you? You’re nothin but nice to everyone. It’s almost sick.” She teases you. “I did try to avoid you though.”

“Why?” You ask bewildered.

“It’s not obvious?” She asks taking a step forward, so close you can smell her perfume.

“No,” you laugh, “I legitimately thought you hated me. You only talk to me if it’s a group activity or Barb is there too. Plus I’m-“

Before you can finish your sentence warm hands cup your cheeks while soft lips meet yours. It takes you a moment to register what’s happening, but when you do you melt against the older woman wrapping your arms around her waist.

You break the kiss with a dazed smile keeping your arms around her.

“You know you could’ve done that a lot sooner than-“

Melissa stokes your cheek with her thumb pecking your lips.

“Staying quiet has never been your strong suit, huh?” She teases.

You take a page out of her book smirking, a warmth spreading through you.

“Make me shut up then.”

The red head meets your smirk with her own leading you out of the bathroom. Walking back to the table to grab your things everyone gives you knowing looks including the ever subtle Ava.

“Bout damn time!”

[lyricailove]

Thinking about Mickey's reaction to Terry's death. How conflicted his feelings were. On one hand, he's sad that his dad is gone and on the other, he's relieved that Terry can no longer hurt him anymore.

And then I think about the Gallaghers. How Frank's passing might affect them. How each one would take it.

I think that by the time Fiona left she'd already made peace with the fact that Frank wouldn't be around much longer. I think she'd had those thoughts for a very long time and any year that Frank had felt like a bonus at that point. She'll be sad, mourning the father-daughter relationship that never was. But she won't be broken up over it.

I'd say Lip will be the most apathetic. There's always been no love lost between him and Frank. He's actually the one who sees it as a moment of healing. No more Frank means no more ways he can ruin things for them.

Ian for all that he and Frank never got along, is still a sentimental person at heart. He's relieved to be rid of Frank but he's still gonna mourn the loss of the only dad he's ever known. A terrible and abusive dad, but his dad nonetheless.

Debbie is broken. She tries not to let it show at first but it hurts so bad and she's not sure she can talk about it. By the end, she hated Frank like everyone else but there was still that part of her that wanted a father to dote on her and treat her like a princess. It's how she saw Frank in s1 and s2. She's sad that Franny doesn't have either of her grandparents around and if Lip does go through with the sale of the house, all of her aunts and uncles will live away from her. Debbie wants a big family unit and it simply won't be that anymore. It takes a while for Debbie to get over Frank.

Carl has never been one to share his feelings openly. He's hurt by Frank's passing but he'll never say it out loud. Those are the feelings he lets out alone at night when no one is around. It's how he's always handled things. By holding it in and playing the ditzy role like he's used to. No one will ask what he's feeling because he doesn't allow people to know that he's feeling anything at all.

Liam is at the point that Debbie and Carl were in s1. He's too young for Frank to have really pissed him off yet. He still had hope that Frank could be a dad if he tried. Everything has changed so much in the last few years and Liam feels alone in all of it. No one even realized that he'd be homeless until the last minute. Will Lip and Tami even notice his grief? Maybe, maybe not. It's not until Liam explodes that anyone knows how hard he's taking Frank's passing. But when they do, they make sure to check in with him. Even if it's to try and get his mind off it. Liam is and will always be the baby of the family, after all.

[bots-and-cons]

Love that "Scarlet Witch Saga" you've been written and task for. But i've noticed there's no Decepticons mentioned, so i'm gonna ask a request about it:

What about the Cons? Did they noticed the Reader's "death"? What are their thoughts about the Reader? Does Megs respect the little witch? Did they noticed the Autobots' treatment on the poor thing?

Oooooh~ that would definitely changing the game ~

I can't help imagine the Cons make a gloat about this (Mostly Megs and Screamy i guess), mocking and rubbing at the Autobots' faces on how not only they lost a powerful ally but also broken the poor thing's heart. Calling out the Bots a bunch of hypocrites and such prejudice jerks. I kinda want to some Autobots bashing for once somehow 😅 giving them a reality check a bit. lol.

A/N: I'm glad you like it. The post this is referring to, can be found here

•Megatron obviously noticed you were strong but he wouldn’t consider a human to be a worthy opponent in any situation

•You’re throwing rocks and all kinds of stuff at the vehicons, and if you get really angry, you can just sort of disassemble them or tear them apart

•A lot of the cons notice you don’t seem to like doing that though

•Which is true, you don’t want to kill anyone, but sometimes it’s necessary to keep yourself or the autobots safe

•Megatron sort of ends up testing this, he wants to see how ruthless you can be, so he orders some vehicons to go after you specifically

•Over time he also notices that you seem to have less reservations about hurting the vehicons

•This of course corresponds with when the autobots start treating you worse and worse, so you sort of start to become unhinged

•Starscream is pretty scared of you after he sees you rip apart a couple of vehicons, so when you “die” he’s relieved

•Of course he would never show that he’s scared of a human, but he definitely starts mocking the autobots after your disappearance/death

•Things like “You truly are useless, you couldn’t even keep one human alive” and “Oh what a pity, you lost another ally”

•Megatron is pretty much the same, he mocks the autobots and basically relishes in the misery he’s causing

•He actually took credit for killing you, just to piss off Optimus, even though Megatron knew he most definitely hadn’t killed you

•Breakdown always wanted to fight you, but he never really got a chance, so that’s a loss in his book

•Though mocking the autobots and rubbing your “death” in their faces, is a lot of fun too

•Knockout was pretty terrified of you when he saw you tear apart vehicons, so he definitely kept his distance from you

•After you “died” though, he was very loud about letting the autobots know they had failed spectacularly

•Megatron especially wanted to make it know that he thought the autobots had pushed you over the edge

•He actually thought he might be able to turn you, but you were gone before he had the chance

•The decepticons notice when you’re suddenly not there anymore, you were a pretty formidable force to reckon with after all

•I’d say the vehicons are the most relieved when you’re gone to be honest

[cocogrrrl]

waiting list

“do you even love me?” the question floated stale in the air. (or you and stan talk things out)

stan marsh x gn!reader cw: angsty, neglectful (i think?) relationships, implied self destructive stan, big-hearted yn :( wc: 777

an: stangst season!!! i love this a lot its very personal heart heart heart let a silly guy be silly

“Do you even love me?” The question floated stale in the air.

Deep down, you trusted within yourself that he did love you, yet you also felt like it could very much be otherwise. If he wanted to, he would. What exactly does it mean for someone like Stan to love you? What would it look like? Cause you’re sure as hell it wouldn’t look like this.

“I do,” his words felt incomplete. It felt like there was a but. However, whether it’d be an explanation or an excuse, it was buried within his throat.

“Then why do I have to question if you even like me?”

You knew he was beside you, but god you’re so far away from him that you could’ve sworn that two feet felt like two thousand. If you reached your hand out for him to hold, it’ll never meet his, even if he wanted to hold your hand. It’s because he might never see your hand extending out to him.

You wondered if any of your words even registered in his head at a distance like this.

“I’m sorry…” He sighed, relieving pressure by rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t want a sorry, Stan. I want us to be happy again. An apology isn't going fix everything.”

You swore that this is like your hundredth time repeating this. Maybe you’ll never be able to reach him—no matter what you do. When the vinyl has a divot in it, it usually skips sections or repeats it. To him, whenever you have these conversations, you are just like a broken record.

“Well, what should I do then?”

“I don’t know? I just want us to go back to how it was when we started dating. I want everything to go back to ‘normal.’”

“What exactly is normal?”

“...I wouldn’t know, I guess.”

You didn’t like this side of him. The side that seemed to be always so skeptical of everything. You learned how to love it, though. You’ve always stuck to the rule that if you love someone, you should love them a hundred percent. Anything else is just an idealized version of them.

“Do you feel even a little bit bad, Stan? For either one of us?

“Of course I do.” Finally, his gaze is turned to yours. “I feel bad that I keep trying to push everything away. It’s hurting both of us.” His tone was sympathetic, guilty even.

“Then why don’t you do anything to fix it?”

Because it’s all he knows. Because it is his second nature. Because it’s the only language that he’s been taught to speak.

You already knew the answer. Why did you even bother?

“It’s hard, dear. You know it is.” He took a long exhale. It almost felt dragged to piss you off. You knew you were looking a bit too into the lines, but everything right now seemed to either tick you off or make you upset.

“I know, but I’ve never even seen you try.” Or at least fully commit to it.

“I really have tried. I just… It’s really difficult.”

“Can’t I do anything to help? Please, I want to help you. I want us to go back to how it was.”

That, perhaps, is your greatest weakness. Your inability to let go of the past. You are a hoarder of memories. Ones you could throw out, you don’t. You keep them in your palms and will cling to them to make you feel fulfilled.

The collection of memories you hold are reminders that you have been happy. The present is here to pull you down. The future is a reminder of doom, but can also be a beacon of hope. As of now, things for you are bleak.

“How long will it take? Stan, I can’t keep waiting forever for something I’m not sure will ever come.”

You weren’t sure if that was a lie or the truth.

On one hand, you constantly lie restless, waiting for any semblance of a healthy life between the two of you. It was like watching the bottom of a large hourglass, unsure when will the sand run out. All you had and were left to do was watch and wait—hoping that the end will come while you were present.

On the other hand, you had a big heart. If your heart had a bouncer, Stan would have no issue with that. His name is tattooed on the waiting list. You knew deep in yourself he’s left a big dent in you, but scars make you beautiful, right?

One beat.

Two beats.

Three beats.

“Why don’t you wait for someone else then?”

[x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x]

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 5: Meat Gazer

Raian had a bad habit. Well, he had a lot of bad habits but this one bothered Ohma the most. Not that he wasn’t used to seeing naked men of course, but like most of the other Kengan fighters he wasn’t particularly pleased when another man decided to stare at his dick when he was trying to take a piss. 

Unfortunately for him, Raian was a meat gazer. Not in a sexual way (most of the time), but he just really liked to fuck with people and through experience found that this was one of the most effective ways.

(Via military terms: A piss test observer to make sure you aren’t faking clean piss on a piss test, but often times they’re just trying to look at your dick because they like it. -VETTV)

Kure Raian was not beyond voyeurism. Frankly, nothing was beyond him. If it was nasty he was probably into it, with very few exceptions.

Rihito had already been an unfortunate victim.

When asked, the beefhead will vehemently deny that anything happened that fateful day in the Kengan tournament, but he could still feel Raian’s cold ass hands on his dick every now and then when he had to go to a public urinal. 

He had also developed a habit of fugitively looking over his shoulder every time he heard footsteps behind him in the bathroom. 

The first time Ohma had experienced it was on an early Spring morning shortly after he had moved into the Kure residence. 

He had still been woozy and exhausted from all the drugs they had pumped into his system for his heart surgery and was unusually mellowed, so the lapse in awareness wasn’t all his fault. 

The bright light of the bathroom burned his eyes, forcing him to squint and look away. The door was cracked open. A mistake he wouldn’t soon forget.

His fingers worked at the drawstring of his shorts, abnormally clumsy. Groaning, he turned off the lights after letting his shorts fall to his ankles, eyes hurting from the light. The only sliver of illumination came from the entrance.

Sighing, he felt his bladder slowly deflating as he began relieving himself.

Then he sensed it.

A dark, malicious presence, and a warm weight on his shoulder. Something rough and firm wrapped around his dick. 

Ohma’s eyes shot open, his reflection gazing back at him in shock through the mirror.

He wasn’t alone.

The low light was enough to highlight spiky, light-blond hair and broad, rolling shoulders. 

For a long second Ohma stood still, muscles tense like a spring on the verge of action as his brain struggled to catch up to his body. Black, glinting eyes flitted quickly from his cock to his face, then back to his still-pissing appendage. 

He was so casual about it that Ohma felt his brain short-circuiting. Is this bastard really…

A raspy chuckle finally broke him out of his stupor, and the static energy that had been festering inside him boiled over like a volcano. He flung his arm back, twisting his body as he tried to shove Raian off only to feel an intense tugging pain in his groin that made him groan through tightly clenched teeth. 

Raian hadn’t let go, and when Ohma tried bucking him off he had kept his death grip on his dick. Hissing, he did his best to pry Raian’s cold, clammy fingers off without accidentally clawing the now pulsating flesh. Whether it was from pain or pleasure he didn’t know and didn’t care to find out.

“What the hell is wrong with you, you shithead?!” Ohma roared, shoving the cackling devil to the ground and stomping on his chest. He felt a shred of satisfaction as Raian wheezed, though he seemed thoroughly unaffected by the blow. 

“Jus’ investigating,” Raian sneered up at him, shoving his leg off. 

Ohma barely had a chance to open his mouth before Raian barreled into him and out the door, laughing hysterically as if he just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. His head thudded painfully against the tile and the sound of clay splitting echoed in his ears. 

The door to the bathroom hung precariously on its broken hinges, and Ohma was helpless to do anything except lay staring at the ceiling in shock. His heart rate was elevated in a way that was vaguely worrying, but right now that was frankly the last thing on his mind. 

He was gonna pound that bastard straight to hell in the morning, but for now, he needed to find some ice for his dick.

[scarletsaphire]

Chapter 3 of EI for @pokkeshii and beta'd by @pricklenettle. No art for this chapter, but the next one...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Trigger warnings for this chapter: Loss of control, implied/suspected drug use

Danny wasn't at school for the next three days.

Not that Dash paid any real attention to the comings and goings of that dweeb. The only reason he noticed was because he'd bombed a particularly important math test, and his resident stress reliever wasn't anywhere to be seen. Danny may have gotten better at flying under the radar since freshman year, but he wasn't that good. Dash had to make do with beating up some sophomore nerd he didn't even know the name of instead.

When Danny did finally show his face again, Dash nearly started laughing then and there. The boy looked rough. He'd never looked good, of course, but he looked especially bad now, even worse than he had before, which was bad. His hair was soaked with sweat, he kept his eyes firmly on the ground, and worst of all, he was shaking like a leaf.

Dash elbowed Kwan, who was busy chatting up some girl Dash didn't recognize. He looked over at where Dash gestured, before rolling his eyes. "You have fun with that, dude. I think I'm gonna keep enjoying myself over here."

The girl giggled.

Dash left Kwan to it, pushing his way through the crowd towards where Danny stood, hunched up against the lockers. 

"Ah, did the last ghost fight scare you that much?" 

Danny didn't reply. 

"What, you had to go run and hide from the big scary ghosts? And you still come back looking like you’re about to piss yourself!"

Still no reply.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Fenturd," Dash said, grabbing Danny by the shoulder. He intended to turn Danny's face towards him, maybe get a good look at his sniveling face while he cried for some extra material. It shouldn't have been hard; Fenton had always been a pushover, at least physically. Dash had roughed Danny up plenty of times before.

Instead of being met with Danny's face, Dash was looking directly at the floor and his arm was screaming in pain. He couldn't see Fenton at all, but he could feel one cold hand on his head, forcing him down, and the other twisting his arm behind his back. It was more than just the pain; wherever Fenton touched Dash, his skin crawled in an assimilation of pins and needles. 

"Do you want to say that again, Dash?" Danny said. His voice was off somehow. He didn't sound different, but Dash knew there was something wrong. He could feel it in the way his heart started to pound in his chest and the blood rushed in his ears, how his thoughts seemed to scatter in a silent mantra of run run run run run run- "I said," Danny twisted his arm further, forcing Dash lower to the ground. "Do you want to say that again?"

"What the fuck, dude?" Dash hissed between gritted teeth. "I was just playing around!"

Danny twisted his arm further, and Dash did not start tearing up. He didn't. "Then it's only fair that I play back, right?"

Dash knew what breaking a bone felt like. He'd broken several over his quarterback career. He wouldn't go so far as to say he was used to it, but he was familiar with it. This wasn't a broken bone. There was a popping sound, and then pain exploded down his arm, so much sharper than it had been only moments ago. Dash couldn't suppress the cry of pain as he tried to wrench himself free to no avail. Fenton's grip was cold and strong, holding him tight like a vice. Even as Dash's arm went limp, Fenton just pushed harder.

He didn't know how long Fenton held him there for. Long enough that he’d given up on convincing himself that he wasn’t crying. Fenton might’ve decided to keep Dash there forever, if Mr. Lancer hadn't stepped in, wrenching the two of them apart. Dash fell to the floor, trying to clutch his injured arm to his chest. It wouldn't cooperate. He couldn't move it, couldn't feel it outside of the electric pain shooting out from his shoulder. 

Sure, maybe Dash did cry. He could admit it to himself, if not to anyone else. It wasn't his fault though. Fenton was a thousand times more freaky than he'd ever imagined, even freakier than the ghosts. He couldn't blame himself for breaking down when getting so close to someone- no, some thing as unnatural as that.

---

Maddie tried to make a habit of not setting expectations for the day. She made plans and goals, of course, but she never set out with an expectation. It was a recipe for a bad day, in her opinion, and she tried to avoid those. Which is why saying she did not expect a call from the school did not come lightly.

She knew that Danny wasn't a good student. It would've been impossible for her to miss his less than stellar grades and positively horrendous attendance record. Jack and her had spent all of his freshman year and most of his sophomore trying to encourage him to try harder, but when it didn't work, they accepted it. He just wasn't as academically inclined as the rest of his family was, and there was nothing wrong with that. Or maybe it was just high school; Jack had been held back because he couldn't pay attention, so it wasn't out of the question.

The school had come to the same results for all the wrong reasons. Maddie knew they'd given up on Danny and were just funneling him through the system, and while she was incredibly disappointed, she did understand. Danny simply wasn't motivated, and there wasn't anything they could do to change that.

With all of that said, Danny had never been a bad kid. Even when he was little, he'd always been such a sweet child, always following her around in the lab to try and help, or carrying down plates of food bigger than he was whenever Maddie or Jack forgot to eat. He'd always been kind and caring and sweet and gentle. 

And yes, he'd been different lately, even more so than normal. He refused to talk about what had him so jumpy, but Jazz had told her that he'd gotten into a fight with his friends. It was unfortunate, and surprising. The three of them had been nearly inseparable since freshman year, maybe even before that. But he wasn't aggressive or lashing out, just quiet and drawn back. The past few days had been even worse, with him refusing to come out of his room at all.

He'd said he was sick, with a messy note passed under the door. Maddie didn't quite believe him, but he was clearly not feeling well, so she left trays of food outside the door for him and let him rest. She believed him a lot more when he'd finally emerged that morning, looking like he hadn't slept at all in his self inflicted quarantine, sweaty and shaking. She'd tried to convince him to stay home and keep resting, but he'd insisted that he needed to go to school.

All of that was why the call from the school, that he had not only gotten into but had started a fight? To say that it was a shock was to put it lightly.

Maddie expected for him to be even worse looking than he had been. Danny knew how to fight, or at least did when he was younger. She'd spent most of his elementary school years teaching him and Jazz what she knew. If he had been in good health, then she'd have more faith in him, but when he'd left the house this morning he'd nearly been blown over by the wind. Maddie doubted he'd be able to win a fight against a paperclip, let alone a football player.

Instead, when she ran into the school office she found him sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, staring at the wall, sitting perfectly still. He didn't have any bruises on his face or skin that she could see, no blood or scratches or anything that indicated that he was any worse for wear. If anything, Danny looked better than he had this morning. 

His teacher, Mr. Lancer, stood next to him, his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. Maddie approached, but he didn't seem to notice her. He was standing next to Danny, tapping his foot on the ground rapidly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lancer," she said with a practiced smile on her face.

He visibly startled before clearing his throat and fixing his posture. "Oh, you're here," he said, wearing his own, clearly forced smile.

"I am," she said. She turned to face Danny. "Are you hurt?" Maddie asked softly. If what she had been told was true, she would lecture him later. It was more important to make sure he was okay. She continued when she didn't get a reply. "Mr. Lancer called and said you got into a fight...?"

Danny still didn't answer. He didn't so much as blink or turn his eyes to look at her. If Maddie didn't know any better, she'd say he wasn't breathing.

Mr. Lancer cleared his throat, and she looked up at him. "He isn't physically injured, as far as we could tell. Despite this, he hasn't been responding."

"And you took that to mean that he wasn't injured?" she asked, trying very hard to keep the anger out of her voice. "What if he'd been hit on the head? He should be in the hospital!"

"We did," Mr. Lancer replied drily. "It would've been nearly impossible for him to have been hit like that. There were a number of student witnesses, and Dash Baxter, the boy Danny instigated the fight with, was hardly given the chance to lift a finger. In contrast, Dash is currently in the hospital with a dislocated shoulder and a pinched nerve. I wonder where he learned to react in such a way." The last sentence was whispered, clearly intended to be for Mr. Lancer only.

Maddie pretended she didn't hear him. "Eye witness reports are all well and good, but did you at least have the school nurse look him over?"

"As much as we could," Mr. Lancer replied slowly.

"And what does that mean?" Maddie asked.

Mr. Lancer cleared his throat. "The nurse had some trouble getting close.”

"I'm sorry, I thought you said he wasn't responsive?" she asked incredulously.

"He isn’t," Mr. Lancer said. " Mostly. He didn’t react well when she tried to touch him. If you'd like to try and see for yourself, you're more than welcome to, but if I might be frank, I am up to here with your families escapades today. Daniel is going to be suspended for a week, and the Baxter's have decided to not press charges. Something that you should be very grateful for. Now, if you'll excuse me." Mr. Lancer walked briskly from the room, leaving Maddie and Danny more or less alone.

She turned back to him. He still sat just as he had before, as if he was part of the room's decoration. "I want you to know that you are in trouble," Maddie started. "But I want to make sure you're safe first, and then we can talk about punishment. Do you understand?"

She still got no response.

"Danny, I need you to talk to me. Or at least give me some kind of sign, it doesn't have to be words," she continued. "A head nod. Two blinks. A loud exhale."

Maddie got none of that. She sighed, and straightened. "Okay. I don't know what is wrong right now, but we're going to get you home, and then we are talking about this. Come on." She let her hand fall on his shoulder, intending to guide him out  the door to the car. She didn't have the GAV today; Jack was buys with some kind of ghost snakes report across town.

Half of her expected to get some reaction when she touched his shoulder. Mr. Lancer had certainly made it seem like she should, but the only thing that happened was Danny standing up,  and following her out to the car. He walked as if on autopilot, stumbling over the slight step down to the sidewalk below. If Maddie hadn't been there to catch him, it looked like he would have just face planted.

She pursed her lips. She didn't care what the teachers or nurses might say, something was wrong with her baby. That was clear as day. It was just going to have to fall to her to figure out what.

Maddie had to guide Danny into the backseat, had to buckle him in like she hadn't done since he was five. Her concern only grew as she went through the motions, having to raise his limp arm to get the seat belt under it. It took longer than she'd care to admit, and it wasn't for another good few minutes before she was climbing behind the driver's wheel. She let her eyes wander to Danny again in the rear view mirror before she started driving.

He was staring directly down at his lap, where his hands lay. She noticed then that they were clenched, the only part of his body that wasn't limp, gripped into fists so tight that she could see how his knuckles paled from the tension.

Maddie put the car in drive and tore her eyes away. She needed to get home, and she needed to think. She needed to figure out what was wrong. 

Her first instinct was, unsurprisingly, overshadowing. Or maybe some other kind of possession. It would've explained the sudden difference in attitude recently. If Danny was trying to fight against it, it may also explain his not quite catatonic state, focusing all his energy inward to try and kick the ghost out. It would explain a lot, and it would be an easy enough fix. Maddie hoped it was just that.

She forced herself to think of other possibilities too. While possession would've been nice, she also knew that it was wishful thinking. Possession would mean her baby boy was just as sweet and kind and unbothered as ever, and that he was nothing more than a victim. It would've been terrible, that she couldn't keep him safe, but it would've been an easy fix. Maddie couldn't let her wishful thinking get in the way if it ended up being something else.

He could be sick, like he said, but that wouldn't explain why he was better now. He could have just been acting out, as the school seemed to think he was, but that wouldn't explain the sickness. Unless...

Amity Park didn't have the most alive drug culture. Maddie knew more about that than she'd care to admit. It wasn’t unusual for either her or Jack to be called to plenty of peoples bad trips for false ghost reports before they opened the portal, and it was always to the same couple places. It had been annoying of course, but educational. After the portal had opened, the false reports dropped substantially. Maddie didn't know if it was because the people stopped using when the real world was crazier than any drug trip they might have, or because now they could differentiate between the ghosts they saw and the real ghosts.

Either way, just because it wasn't as thriving as it was in other areas, didn't mean it wasn't a possibility. And the more Maddie thought of it, the more it seemed to fit. The shaking and sweating, the sudden sickness, the insistence that he needed to go to school... If he had managed to take something, it could describe his current state too.

Maddie took a deep breath through her nose. She wasn't going to panic yet. She just needed to make a plan. They were going to get home, and she was going to run tests for a possible possession. If they came back positive, she'd know exactly how to get whatever sorry excuse for a spirit that’d decided to target her baby out. She would make sure that it never happened again. If it came back negative, well...

Her eyes drifted to the mirror again for just a second, just enough to see Danny in the backseat, exactly as he had been when she started this drive. If her tests came back negative she'd figure something else out. He was her son, and she wasn't going to let him face whatever this was alone, no matter what.

—

They came back negative. Every test that Maddie did was negative, or as negative as they always did for Danny. Possession, overshadowing, excess ectocontaimination that might interfere with brain activity, everything. Negative across the board. 

Maddie had hoped that it would be easy, but it was clear it wasn't. Danny still sat on the table in the lab, just as still as he had been for the past hour, his hands still clenched in his lap. He still wouldn't reply to anything. The good news was, if this was some kind of drug trip (and Maddie was almost certain it was at this point) he'd long since passed the risk of any kind of overdose. All that they could really do was wait it out.

Maddie hoisted herself up on the table and sat next to Danny. Even though he didn't look like he was going to do much of anything, she didn't feel comfortable leaving him unattended, especially in the lab. "You know that I love you, Danny," Maddie said, more to fill the silence than anything else. She wasn't even certain he was able to hear her, or would remember anything she said. "I'm always going to love you. But I'm worried."

She sighed, propping her hands on her knees and letting her face fall into them. "I don't know where I went wrong. You were such a bright young boy. You still are, in some ways. But in others, things like this happen, and... Sometimes I wonder what happened to my baby boy."

"I died." Maddie raised her head sharply, looking over to where Danny sat. He was looking at her with eyes the same color as the portal behind him. Her hand went to her waist instinctively to grab the blaster she always had, but nothing was there. She'd taken it off so it didn't disrupt the tests.

Whatever was pretending to be Danny didn't seem to care about her panic, even as she stumbled off the table to go get it. It just kept talking in an echoing bastardization of her son's voice. "But I decided to keep playing at human, to keep pretending that nothing was wrong, that everything was fine. For years."

It was laughing by the time Maddie's hand found the blaster, a laugh that sent shivers down her spine. "It's a miracle it took me this long to figure it out." Maddie raised the gun at the creature as it jumped down from the table, its feet never touching the ground. "But I'm done pretending." It a blink of the eye, her Danny was gone, replaced with the ghost she'd been hunting for as long as the portal had been opened. Phantom.

"I'll see you around, Mom," it said, its voice still not changing. Still Danny's. But it was Phantom's too, her mind connected. And it was Phantom's eyes on Danny's face, with a suit that matched the one on the wall behind him with the colors flipped.

He disappeared before she could decide whether to shoot or not. The blaster fell out of her hand as she fell to the floor, shaking.

[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save ~ T H R E E

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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Previous : T W O

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

She felt a hand on her arm, and she was pulled behind the building.  What the fuck Alexandra? 

“My name is Nicola.”  

James reached for her necklace. “And this necklace belongs to Alexandra Richards.   Don’t fucking lie to me Alex.”  She looked at James and he pulled her in for a kiss.  It was desperate, the urge to taste her again strong.  She melted into it, having not felt his kiss in three years.  He walked her against the wall, caging her in, not wanting her to have a chance to escape 

When they separated for air, she whimpered his name. “Jamie,” she breathed, desperation laced into it.  

“I found you.  I can’t believe I found you.” James kissed her again.  “Your eyes?” 

“Contacts.” 

He ran a hand through her hair. “I love your hair, it suits you.” He cupped her face. “Are you real? Allie, please tell me you’re real?” 

“Are you?”  A tear slid down her face. “How? Why are you here?” 

“NYPD moved us.  The commissioner got us in here.”  

“Us?” 

“Steve and me.   We caused a lot of trouble in New York.”  

Relief flooded her to know they were both moved and together. “I saw.  I’ve been watching.  You finally pissed Grey off enough for him to put out a hit.  How stupid can you be?” she scolded.  

“Me stupid?  Listen here, sweetheart, I’m not the one who stole a painting for a mob boss.”  He took her hand and walked her back to the shop. Frustration seeping slightly at her accusation of stupidity.  

Alex tried to keep up with his angry stride. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m grabbing my food and then we are going back to my apartment so Steve can see you too.”  

Alex pulled back. “James, wait, we have to talk about this.”  

“And we will.  But I found you and I am never letting go.  Family over everything remember?” He stopped.  “Why are you fighting this?” 

“I remember that its family over everything.  I know we have to talk.  But you gotta let me take care of some things first.”  

“No.  Alex, you can’t leave me.” He cupped her face again.   “I know if I let go, you’ll disappear on me and I can’t go through that again.  Please Alex.”  

Alex sighed.  “Ok, fine. It’s probably better if I explain everything first.”   

Once James had gotten his food, he retook Alex’s hand and walked the couple of blocks to the apartment.  Alex chewed on her lip. She was nervous. Would Grey find out that they reunited? Would he do the things he promised he would do if she hadn’t completed that job? Would Walker finally get his way of removing her forever?  Especially since everything was not as it seems.  

Arriving at the apartment. James kissed Alex.  “You ready for Steve?” 

“No.  He’s either going to be relieved or pissed.”  

“Sounds about right. Come on.”  

“Just one more moment, please?”  She wrapped her arms around him.  “I just need you to myself for one more moment before all hell breaks loose.”  

“That’s rude of you to say about your best friend but I’ll allow it.”  James held her tighter.  “It feels like a dream.”  

“What does?” 

“Holding you again.  I never thought that I would be able to.  I thought he took you from me.”  

“Never Jamie. I promise. I would have never let this happen if I could.”  She tilted her head up to look at him.  He pressed a kiss to her, taking one more peaceful moment.  

James opened the door.  “Punk you up?!” 

They heard a door open and heavy footsteps down the hall.  “Jesus, jerk, it’s too… Alex?!” 

“Hi Stevie.” 

Steve rushed up and crushed Alex into a hug. “Oh my god.  You’re real.”  

“Stevie… can’t… breathe…” 

“Oh,” he let go and then hugged her softer.  “You’re here.” He pulled back to look at her.  “Contacts?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good.”  And then he pinched her on her arm hard.  

“Ow, Steve, what the fuck?” 

“That was for leaving and making us think you're missing or dead and leaving me with this one and his non dealing of emotions.” 

“I did fine.” James crossed his arms, trying to look tough.  Alex knew the toll her disappearance took on him; she felt the same way.  

“I guess I have some explaining to do. Do you guys have time?” 

“It’s our off day so yea,” Steve gestured for her to sit.  

They sat, James never letting go of her hand.  She took a deep breath and started.  

“So, a few weeks before I left, I got a letter from an old coworker of mine, warning me that Grey was looking for me.  I let it go because I knew he would never find me in New York.  I was wrong.  He called the day after the photo was published.”  

“What photo… oh, the commendation photo?” James looked at her.  

“Yeah, he found me and visited me on my lunch break the day after…” 

“It’s nice to see you, Alexandra.” Christian Grey stood in front of her, hit suit immaculate as always. Alex’s heart was pumping hard in fear.  He really had found her.  

“Cannot say the same Christian.”  

“It’s Mr. Grey.” Christian gave her a hard look.  “You are not an easy woman to find.”  

“That’s the point of getting lost in a big city, Mr. Grey.  How did you find me and what do you want?” 

“When your hero boyfriend saves a child, you tend to become easy to find.” Alex tried to keep her face still as Christian took a moment. “I want you to come back.”  

“Never going to happen.  You can leave.” She turned to walk away.  

Christian grabbed her arm.  “You still work for me, or did you forget that?” 

“The debt was paid.  I left.  End of story. Let me go.”  

“No.  I still own you, Alexandra. And I will take back what’s mine.  Otherwise, there will be consequences.”  He flashed her phone and saw a live video of James and Steve at the old diner she used to work at, having lunch.  

Her heart dropped. “Who is watching them?” 

“Walker.  Very eager.  The Hand has wanted a reason to hurt you, but I think the best way to take out those you care for.”  

“They are friends, nothing more.”  Alex kept her face neutral.  ���They don’t mean anything.”  

“But they matter to you, and that’s enough.  Now,” he loosened his grip on her slightly. “I need something, and I want you to get it for me.  I know you work for Bishop Security now so access should be fairly easy.”  

“You want me to steal something?” 

“Not just something. This.” He shows a picture of a painting.  

She looked at him with shock. “You want me to steal Starry Night?  From the museum of modern art?”   

“That’s right.  I think it would look nice in my collection. Now the piece, as you know, is being moved from the showroom to an office while the renovate the gallery room they are in. You have access since it’s Bishop that is handling security.  So, take it, bring it to me and I’ll let you go.  I won’t bother into your life again.”  

“Steal this painting and I have my freedom? You’ll leave me and anyone else alone?” 

“You’ll have your freedom when I receive this painting and one more night with you, pet.” Christian licked his lips.  

“No, no deal.  I’ll steal it but you can’t have me anymore.”  

Christian grabbed her by the hair and brought her closer to him.  “I want you Alex and I know one night will bring you back to me.” He forced a kiss on her, and she bit his lip, causing him to push her away.  

“Never, I’ll never go back.  I want this debt settled.  You told me lies and I don’t want any part of it.  But I’ll do anything to protect my friends.” She wiped an errant tear away. “Two weeks.”  

Christian growled, “Two weeks.  Otherwise, Walker will have some fun with your friends.  And don’t forget about Archibald.  I’ll let Walker have fun with him too just because he was your friend.”  

Alex sat back on the couch. “I planned it out.  I knew I was going to lose my job if I was caught, and I couldn’t tell you.  But I left some clues for the 107th to look into and I hoped that you wouldn’t be put on the case.”  

“Why?” Steve asked.  

“Because you guys are the best.”  Alex smiled.  “If you didn’t investigate then maybe I could figure out a way to stay.  But when James told me about the possible heist, I knew I was screwed.” 

“So when we were in bed…” James trailed off. 

“I was holding on to you for dear life.  I didn’t want to leave.  I just didn’t see a way out.”  

“So you’re a thief.”   

“I was.” Alex clarified.  

“You are, Alex.” James stood up and paced.  “You stole the painting.”  

“I didn’t.”  

“I saw you jump from the window with the case and the painting was missing.”  

“Yes, you saw me jump with a case, but I didn’t take it.  It was a decoy.  Didn’t you follow up?” 

“No,” Steve said. “We were pulled from the case because you were reported as missing and because it was Bishop on the painting we couldn’t be on either.” Steve looked at James.  “Bucky, we never followed up.  We just let it go because we started investigating Grey.” He turned to Alex. “Alex, why didn’t you say something?  We could have helped.”  

“And risk your lives?  No thanks.  Family over everything remember?  Grey threatened to kill you both and I wasn’t willing to take that chance.  Not for anything.  I delivered a painting to the drop point as directed and then I took off.  I didn’t want him to know where I was.  I had contacts still from my old life and they helped me get here.”  

“I had the right to know Alex.”  James was fuming. He stood up pacing. “I had all the rights.”  

“Not to this.” Alex stood up to stand her ground.  “I needed to do what had to be done.  When I saw the missing persons flag, that helped.  Grey knew that I was long gone, and he would leave you guys alone.  What I didn’t expect was for you guys to go after him.  Stupid by the way.”  James took a step towards her.  

“Ok, back to your corners you two,” Steve stepped in. “Alex, you said you didn’t steal it?”  

“No.  I set it so a false cover would be over the original painting, and I took a fake to Grey.  That’s why I ran. The false cover was supposed to disappear into ash two hours after I left, leaving the painting untouched.  The one I gave to Grey is a replica painted by a friend of mine.  Looks authentic, feels authentic but its not.  And once he got it appraised, he would know its not.”  

James sat with his head in his hands.  “This wasn’t fair.  You didn’t even give us a chance.  I lost three years with you because you were so stubborn.”  

“What do you want me to say Jamie?  I’m sorry.  I thought what I was doing was for the best.” Alex sat next to him again. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something had happened to you.  I’ve been keeping tabs on you to make sure you were ok.  When you guys disappeared from the news and the NYPD database…”  

“The what?”  Steve questioned.  “You hacked into the database.”  

“Yeah, there are a lot of things you guys don’t know about me.  Especially my past with Grey.  I don’t even know how you figured out it was me in the first place. But another friend was able to get into the personnel files and it said you were both transferred but not where and not if you were together.  Was having a minor heart attack before that.”  

“Was anything you told me the truth?”  James looked at her, eyes broken at all of the new information thrown at him.  

“Everything about my childhood and education was the truth.  I was truthful when I told you that I left Pittsburgh to start over.  I just never mentioned my past with Grey.”  

“How could you leave that chunk of your life out?  How could you lie to me?  I’m your husband Alex!  You’re my wife! I had the right to know!” 

NEXT

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If It’s Wrong, I Don’t Want to be Right Part 4 - Inside the Mind of Joel Miller

Summary: This part is written in third person to get Joel’s thoughts and perspective on the events so far.

Word count: 786

Joel pretty much knew he was fucked from the get go.

He had tried so hard to avoid the pretty girl he and Tommy had helped on their way back from hunting. He tried to pretend his heart hadn’t flipped the first time he saw her. The way she handled herself had reminded him of Tess.

Tommy had been onto him pretty much from the get go. You don’t grow up next to someone without learning a thing or two about them. He saw the brief look of admiration on Joel’s face when they rode up on her taking on two clickers by herself. In Tommy’s opinion, Joel had been trying just a little too hard to ignore her. He hadn’t even bothered to learn her name until Tommy made it a point to introduce them. Joel didn’t know what Tommy was playing at - he was not a people person.

He ignored her when she flashed her pretty smile at him. Boy, that pissed her off. She was not one to be disrespected. Admittedly, it caught him off guard that she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. People mostly walked on eggshells around Joel, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his perpetual bad mood.

Although he felt bad for giving her so much shit, he secretly liked watching her get fired up. Joel always did like strong women; there’s just something hot about a woman that can handle herself. It didn’t help his situation that she paraded around town in little cutoff shorts that she looked oh-so good in. He fantasized about their encounters ending up with him buried inside her.

No one was more surprised than Joel when he ended up in her bed. He regretted not doing it sooner. It was incredible, better than he could’ve even imagined. They were fucking as often as possible like horny teenagers. If he wasn’t screwed before, he was now.

He thought about her often when they weren’t together. He found himself wondering what she was doing, what she was thinking. He knew she liked to read because he saw her sitting on her porch with a book a lot. Sometimes he would catch her laughing at the story and it would make him smile involuntarily.

He nearly passed out when he saw the explicit photo she slipped under his door. The little brat knew he had work that morning and would be unable to do anything about the instant erection the photo gave him. He had very much planned on denying her any orgasms as punishment, but watching her fall apart for him was as close to heaven as he knew he would ever get. How could he say no when she was begging him so beautifully to let her cum?

He loved making her cum. He loved the look of relief and pleasure on her face when he finally touched her where she needed it most. He’d never heard anything more beautiful than the sounds of pleasure she made while he was making her feel good. He especially loved it when her orgasm gushed out of her like a fountain, knowing he’s been the only man that could illicit that response from her.

He felt a pang of guilt when she seemed surprised he called her pretty. To him, it was obvious, but he couldn’t believe he’d let so much time pass without actually vocalizing that fact to her. She was under the impression that he was only attracted to her when she was naked. Once he said it out loud, he didn’t want to stop. He was going to tell her how god damn beautiful she was every day.

He wanted to say so much more to her, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t ready to admit he had actual feelings for her. He was afraid he would fall for her and she would realize he was just a broken old man - or worse, he would lose her like he lost Sarah and Tess. He was relieved when she didn’t push him for more. She seemed to understand without him having to say anything.

They were both content in that moment. He didn’t want her to leave that night. He wanted to know what it felt like to hold her all night and wake up to her face in the morning. He asked her to stay and she happily accepted. He held her and she fell asleep quickly. Even sleeping, she was so beautiful. He watched her for a little while, lightly rubbing circles on her arm. He kissed the top of her head and shut his eyes, letting the first restful sleep he’s had in a while wash over him.