#made this and instantly wanted to punch myself in the face

[maxcuntstappen]

It's alright, just wait and see, Your string of lights is still bright to me.

Daniel Ricciardo's First Win + 'Innocent' by Taylor Swift

Formula One Web Weaves

[cupcakegirl3]

dark!wandanat x reader

i know places series || masterlist

tw: punishments, DARK, kidnapping, verbal abuse, physical abuse, cursing, choking, air play, darkdom wanda, dacryphilia, light pet play (bunny), degradation, overstimulation, face sitting, vibrators, gags, anal play

wc: 2.6k

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a/n: this fic was inspired by a fic i read forever ago but i cannot find the fic so if this is familiar and you know the fic plz lmk so I can give credit for inspo!!!

“It just—it reminds me of home.”

Wanda’s hand wrapped around my throat in the split of a second. Her firm grip was unforgiving. “What did you just say?”

“Mommy?” My lip quivered as I met her cold brown eyes. No her eyes were supposed to be soft and forgiving and—

She punched me. Her hand that was soft and gentle had just caused me so much pain. I cried out but she pulled me back up to face her.

“Home?” Her face was manic, nothing like I had seen before. “I want you to fucking repeat yourself.”

A sob escaped my throat at her tone. No she was the nice one, the one who always helped—

She punched me again, this time in the stomach. She still held me up as her eyes didn’t leave mine.

“Mommy please I—“

Another punch to my stomach.

“Are you stupid or you just didn’t understand me? Fucking repeat yourself.”

“It-it-it reminded me of—home.”

She growled in my face. “Ungrateful fucking slut.” She said in a low voice.

Wanda’s grip moved to my scalp and she pulled, pulled so hard I cried out. I was helpless to follow her as she marched into my room and into the attached bathroom.

The bathtub began instantly filling with water, quicker than it should have. Wanda threw me to the floor.

“Mommy I’m so sorry!” I yelled through my sobs. But she wasn’t listening. I kept repeating and repeating myself.

“You’re being a little harsh don’t you think.” I turned around to see Nat standing in the doorway. She leaned casually against the wall.

Wanda knelt down to my level. “Do you think I’m being unfair Bunny?”

“Mommy please.”

She tilted her head and the bathtub stopped filling. “Maybe I am…” She whispered.

I flinched as she brought her hand up but instead of slapping me, she soothingly rubbed my cheek. “This is your home now.”

“Y-Yes it is.”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

She moved so fast, they both did. They forced my head into the cold bath water. I screamed out of pure instinct, my mouth filling with water as I tried to get out of their grip.

Hands pulled me back up. “This is your home.”

I was back under in an instant. They repeated this again and again until I was shaking and sputtering out apologizes and ‘I love yous’. They forced my head into the freezing water until I felt my lungs filling with water, until I felt like I was truly going to die.

I was freezing and sobbing as I came back together. My vision was blurry and my breathing still hurt. I could barely make out their figures as I kept trying to apologize. Words were hard, everything was hard.

The door slammed as I tried to crawl closer. Then I was alone. I screamed out for them. The tile flooring was so cold and the sheer outfit I was made to wear did nothing to help.

I rolled into a ball next to the door. Sobs still escaping my mouth I called out for them again.

“I’m so sorry! This is my home. You saved me, I was nothing then but you made me whole.” The words didn’t even feel foreign on my tongue anymore. “I love you mommy and daddy. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

I repeated it over and over again until my voice was raw. Until the words wouldn’t come out anymore.

The lock in the door finally clicked. Natasha— daddy appeared. “Follow me, stay on your knees and don’t talk.”

I followed her immediately. She didn’t go far, just to the vanity chair in the corner of my room. She spread her legs, making room for me in between them.

“You disappointed us.” Tears instantly began flowing from my eyes again. “This is your home. We built it for you and you continue to disrespect us.”

I looked to the floor, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “Look at me.”

My eyes slowly rose, not wanting to receive another punishment. “Say it.”

“I love you daddy.”

“And.”

“And this is my home.”

“Good.”

Her hands moved to my dress, lifting it over my head and leaving me bare before her. “Stand up.”

My body shook but I obeyed. She pulled me down to lay across her lap. “50 spanks. You will say this is my home between every one of them.”

I sobbed and my bottom ached as she kept going. and going and going. I spoke between every one of them, my body was still so cold and in pain everywhere that it was hard to stay conscious, but I knew she would wake me up somehow.

When she finally reached fifty she took me into my bed. For the first time in a couple of days she chained me up. My arms above my head on the headboard and my ankles together.

“Daddy please don’t leave!” I cried out as she approached the door.

“Good girls get to sleep with us.”

I sobbed as the door locked shut.

…

The next few days passed slowly. Both women ignored me basically. They left me naked and chained up in my room, only feeding me when necessary. I sobbed and pleaded for them to stop but of course neither of them did.

By the end of the third day I couldn’t handle it anymore. But luckily, neither could they.

Natasha came into my room, unlocking my chains and pulling me to stand up. Last night she had gagged me, so I was unable to tell her how sorry I was. She walked me into the bathroom.

My body shook with fear as I tried to pull away from her. I screamed through my gag but it did little to help. Natasha didn’t address me, Just bringing me into the bathroom and starting the shower.

She walked me into it and didn’t close the door as the water ran down me. I slowly came to my senses. I washed myself and my hair, trying to ignore Natasha's gaze.

Once I was out, Natasha dried me off and dressed me. She slipped on a yellow dress. It was actually quite beautiful and not as scandalous as she typically dressed me in.

“Don't speak.” Her words were harsh as she removed the cloth gag from my lips. My jaw was so sore I didn’t even want to speak.

She got me ready, dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and even put on a little bit of makeup. I didn’t dare ask what this was all for, I needed out of this room.

In the dining room, a table was set for three. Candles were lit and soft music was playing in the background. “Oh bunny.” I flinched at her voice, She hadn’t spoken to me since…

“Beautiful beautiful girl.” Wanda pulled me closer to her, ushering me to the table. Natasha slid into the seat at the head of the small table. I had never sat by myself at the table, always in one of their laps.

“Is there anything you’d like to say to us?”

I swallowed hard as I looked to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“And…”

“And this is my home.”

“Good bunny.” My head perked up and looked at Wanda across from me. “Mommy may have been harsh-“

“I deserved it.” I quickly said. I had been rehearsing in my head all night what to say to them. “I was rude.”

Natasha’s hand reached my face, gently caressing it. “Yes you were.”

“I’m sorry.”

Wanda put her hand up. “No more, I'm sorry's.”

Food suddenly appeared on the plate, hopefully due to Wanda’s magic. The other two women dived in, was this a test? Nat had said I shouldn’t eat on my own.

“Is the food not good enough?” Wanda said, her voice back to that deadly bite.

“No mommy I promise it’s just…”

“Just what?”

I looked to Natasha for help. “I shouldn’t eat on my own.”

Natasha smiled and scooted back her chair. “Come here love.”

I smiled and practically jumped into her lap. I savored the warmth. My room hadn’t been cold over the course of my punishment, but it certainly wasn’t warm.

Dinner went by quick after that, the food was delicious. They put the dishes in the sink before ushering me out into the living room.

“Let’s play a little game.”

My heart raced in my chest at Wanda’s words but still I nodded.

“It’s called Good Bunny.”

“Good bunnies don’t talk.” Wanda said softly.

“Good bunnies aren’t allowed on the couch.” Natasha whispered in my ear.

She shoved me onto the floor, my ass surely getting a bruise from it.

“I don’t think bunnies wear clothes either. Take it off.”

My body and hands shook but I did as I was told. I could still feel the cold water surrounding me.

Naked in front of them, I sat on my knees and looked up at them.

“Good bunnies have tails don’t they? And little collars?”

Tails?

Natasha pulled out a small metal object with a white fluffy tail attached to it. While Wanda pulled out a small collar with a bell attached to it.

“Turn around and show us your cute little ass.”

It was easier now to obey them. A large part of me wanted to do this for them. I needed to make them love me again. Still I hated the nausea I got when I turned around and put my ass in the air. I hated when I was at their mercy.

I felt Natasha’s warm hands on me as she pulled apart my cheeks, leaving me bare in front of her. I cried out when her tongue licked up my tight hole. She did it over and over again, spitting and sucking and licking.

I hated it. I hated it. I hated it…

I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing. I hated my body for betraying me but fuck it did feel good. I couldn’t help the small moans that kept escaping me. It seemed to spur Natasha on even more.

Eventually I felt the cold metal object press into my hole. I yelped out in pain but Natasha held me firm. I felt the fuzzy tail flush against me as she filled my hole.

My head felt fuzzy and any movement went straight to my stomach. It honestly felt… amazing.

They pulled me back up and turned me around to face them. Wanda placed the small cloth collar around me, flicking the bell for good measure.

“How does it feel? Don’t lie.”

“Good, Mommy.”

Natasha quickly slapped me. “Bunnies don’t talk.”

My gaze quickly went to the floor. “Bunnies like to hump stuff don't they, Natty?”

“Of course they do, why don’t you show us, bunny.”

I had been wondering all night why Wanda still had her shoes on. A pair of black heels. She pressed one of her feet forward, beckoning me to use it.

I hated the feeling of my wet core on her heel but it felt so good. I slowly grinded myself on it, eventually finding my rhythm.

“Good bunny.” Wanda praised, patting my head. I loved her voice, her everything. I looked up at her face as my soaked pussy made a mess of her shoe. I couldn’t help the small moans that left my mouth.

I clenched around nothing as I felt my orgasm approaching. I greedily chased after it, not caring about the position I was in.

Wanda pushed me off of her and I landed on my back. Her shoe met my thigh, kicking it harshly. I spread my legs open for her, whining at the emptiness I felt.

“What a greedy little bunny.” Wanda cooed, standing up tall in front of me.

I wanted to apologize but I didn’t want to speak and break another rule. So instead I bit my lip and whined softly.

Her cold heel met my thigh and forcefully pressed down. I hissed at the pain but tried to keep my eyes on her face. “At least you’re a cute little bunny, huh.”

Wanda knelt down and straddled me, pressing her body flush against mine. “Such a dumb little bunny, needs mommy and daddy to take care of her.”

I nodded quickly, bringing my hands up to her side. I couldn’t even ignore the attraction I felt for her. She smiled down at me before leaning in and placing a kiss to my lips.

I moaned into it, her soft lips were heavenly against mine. I bucked my hips up, desperate for anything she would give me. “Eager little bunny.” She mumbled against my lips. “You know you haven’t made mommy cum yet. Wanna change that?”

“Please.”

She slapped me but quickly kissed my lips again. “Bunny’s don’t talk, but I know a perfect way to shut you up.”

She scooted forward, lifting up her dress and hovered over my face. “All you need to do is stick your tongue out for mommy, alright dumb bunny?”

I nodded, whining for her. “Good bunny.”

Her pussy tasted delicious. Nothing I had ever tasted before and I was addicted. My hands kept a firm grip on her waist as she grinded down on me. She cut off my airway in most ways but I didn’t care.

I felt Natasha cold fingers tracing my bare thighs. She began kissing at them, biting and sucking and licking everywhere I didn’t need her to. I whined and bucked my hips up but she was quick to press them back down.

Wanda’s moans filled my ears and everything else was lost to me. Natasha continued to tease and tease until I was about to cry with want.

Finally I felt something press against my sensitive bud. There were light vibrations that made my head spin. As Wanda rode and rode my face the vibrations became more and more intense.

My legs began to shake as I tried to hold off my orgasm. “Oh bunny, you’re such a good girl. Cum for mommy, do it bunny.”

I screamed around her pussy, my orgasm so intense I could barely function. But Natasha didn’t stop, neither did Wanda.

Wanda’s moans got louder and louder until she finally came on my face. I lapped up every bit of juice I could get as another orgasm washed over me.

I was still whimpering as she pulled away from me, sitting on the floor next to me. “Look at you bunny, such a good little pet.”

“Mommy-“ I deserved the slap she gave me but tears still prickled in my eyes.

I grabbed her hand, squeezing it hard and silently begging her to make Nat stop but Wanda only smiled. “Be a good bunny.”

“You wanna watch that new movie you mentioned, Wans?”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

I watched in fear as the two women stood up and laid back down on the couch. Wanda was using her magic to hold the vibrator at the perfect position to make me scream.

Tears streamed down my face as I came again, my vision was blurred as they curled up on the couch together.

“On your knees bunny.” Natasha beckoned me closer so I was sitting on the floor right in front of the two of them.

“Please daddy I can’t—“

Her rings cut me again with the force of her slap, “Dumb slut. Good bunny’s don’t talk.”

“In fact, I don’t want to hear her at all.”

My eyes widened as Wanda brought a ball gag up to my mouth. I was helpless as they attached it and shut me up.

“Now, let’s watch that movie Nat.”

[witchthewriter]

Poly141! | Mission Pixie Dust

Okay so... I was making up scenarios in my head as I was falling asleep last night and I made myself cry ... so I obviously had to share...

Poly141; the four men are your husbands and all deployed at the same time, leaving you home with your three kids at the beginning of the school holidays.

This turned out longer than I thought it would but I just had to write it out. I love Poly141 AND them being dads :')

Da = Johnny

Papa = John P.

Dad= Simon

Daddy = Kyle

School holidays had just started, and your three pups were buzzing as soon as they came home. Bags were thrown on the floor, school shoes unlaced and scattered around the shoe stand. They knew the rules, but first day of school holidays meant they were allowed to get a little wild.

Your oldest, Paesha, had just turned eight and her father was obvious. Thick curls, dark skin and warm brown eyes made it plain to see. But all your husbands loved her the same. In fact, she had a special bond with her Da (Johnny).

Malachai, your second, could have been any of the three other men's. Light brown hair, fair complection, and utterly/overly protective of his sisters. He had been born a year after Pae.

And your youngest, Felicity (known as Flick), had started her first year in big school. She was known for having exceptional blue eyes.

None of your husbands wanted a DNA test, they thought it useless because everyone treats the children with the same love, compassion and warmth.

Throwing your keys on the counter (Paesha picked them up and placed them on the hook). You rubbed the bridge of your nose and tried to quell the longing in your soul. You didn't know if it was worse when the kids were gone or with you. Being completely alone let the terrible thoughts attack but you didn't want your kids to miss out on having their fathers'.

Calming the oncoming tears, you turned around and asked, "who wants pizza for dinner?"

"YES!" Yelled Mal, a fist punched in the air. Paesha nodded her head enthusiastically while Flick did a little happy dance.

Paesha halted and squinted at you, "Not homemade right?"

After dinner arrived, the four of you sat on the large dark green couch. Your two ex-military dogs, Moth and Teddy, sat on either end of the lounge.

Turning onto the streaming service, you found the exact movie you were looking for. The 2003 version of Peter Pan.

With the lights off (except for the kitchen, the kids were still scared of too much darkness), you watched as one of your cats jumped into Pae's lap. Barnaby started purring instantly. His fluffy white tail settled around his body.

The seven of you settled in. Your four human babies snuggled up to their mama, smiles already on their faces.

When the movie had finished, your kids still wouldn't go to bed.

"Oh wait, I know why it isn't working - we don't have the pixie dust!" Flick pulled on your sleeve with a huge gap-toothed smile.

You had been watching as they jumped around the room. Lights flicked on, bodies flinging from one couch to another.

"I know! But ... we don't have any in the house..." You grumbled.

Paesha was staring dreamily at Peter Pan, a cheek resting against her face. "Where do we get some?" Her head turned slightly to look at you, her eyes nearly heart-shaped.

"Ugh-" god trying to keep childlike wonder alive was bloody difficult. Like a sign from the Universe, your phone started to ring.

All three kids ran over to it, knowing exactly who was calling at this time of night. Swiping the screen, four familiar faces popped up.

"Da! Papa! Dad! Daddy!" Smiling through the screen, the men had been just as eager to see their kids as their kids were to see them.

"Hello little munchkins, ya been good for mum?" Simon greeted first. His mask was off and no black could be found around his eyes. He never showed that side to the children.

"We're going to fly!" Flick chirped, her arms outstretched and running around.

"You're - what?" Price said with a slightly panicked face.

"But we need pixie dust," Malachai explained. Shaking his head like this was obvious information.

"I introduced them to the ... live action Peter Pan," you explained and a smile of regret grew on your tired face.

"Oh honey," Kyle replied, understanding the situation. He was the first of the men to.

"But we don't have any and we have to go buy more!" Pae said while leaning against you.

"Eh, pixie dust ...?" you heard Johnny mumble in the background.

"Oh! I have an idea!" You said with a faked expression, "why don't the Dada's get us the pixie dust!"

The chorus of cheers was heard throughout the house. Alerting the the tired Moth and Teddy.

Kyle shook his head. And Price's nose flared. Mum: 1 - Dads: 0.

"We'll bring back the goddamns finest," Simon said. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"See! You heard Dad! Now get your butts' upstairs and in bed."

"Yes ma'am!" They said in unison (a nickname they'd heard their father's use one too many times.)

Once the kids were upstairs, your face dropped.

"I miss you guys," you whispered into the phone. The tears welling and spilling down your cheeks.

"We miss you too," John said, his words strangled with his feelings.

It was always hard to hang up.

It hurt.

But tonight's farewell felt like the hardest. You could just imagine how the scenario would've played out if their father's were there with them. With you.

'Can't always get what we want,' you thought bitterly.

"Not long now," Kyle said. You stared at his eyes and then his lips. God how much you wanted to kiss him.

"You better make sure you bring back some fucking pixie dust or there'll be a riot."

"Aye, Laswell definitely knows someone-" Johnny replied, giving you a wink. "Miss you gorgeous." He always tried to uplift the mood. And it nearly always worked.

You fought out of your misery, knowing the four soldiers couldn't bear to see you upset. And as they said their goodbyes, you said so in return.

"We love you, our precious wife. We'll all be together soon."

[ultravi0lence14]

Lover Boy

dean winchester x fem!reader

2.5k | fluff

summary: the double life of dean winchester seemed to come out when he would be dangerous and sinister around demons, yet soft and gentle when it came to how he loved you.

dean winchester was a tough man. raised as a soldier from a young age, he grew into one of the strongest men you’ve ever encountered.

even with all of that to factor in, dean was still a complete softie at his core.

his childish love for certain things was definitely a major reason. though how he treated you definitely gave it away. dean was always looking for you in a room, never wanting to be more than two feet away from you. not getting a lot of affection as a child, dean’s love language was most definitely physical touch. the man had to have his hands on you at all times. wether that be around your waist, shoulder, thigh, or even around your middle.

don’t even get started on all the cute little pet names he called you. cheesy stuff like that never made sense to you. the notion of it all had you assuming that you’d laugh in a man’s face if he even tried to utter the word ‘babe’ to your face.

with dean, it was different. the first time he called you sweetheart, you didn’t feel the urge to giggle. actually, you felt a blush dust your cheeks and a shy smile overtake your lips. since then, the older winchester has been dabbling with all different sorts of names. you drew the line when he tried to add ‘sugar mama’ into the mix, but that was just dean.

baby, honey, angel, sunshine, you name it. dean was collecting them all like trading cards, and you seriously weren’t complaining.

on top of it all, dean was very over protective when it came to you. to dean, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. if anything ever happened to you, dean was positive he would never be able to forgive himself. so will all of his will, dean spent hunts focusing on two things — killing the monster and making sure you came out of it unscathed and wound free.

today was no different. sam had caught wind of a vamps nest down in georgia, and the two brothers weren’t against blowing off some steam and decapitating a couple of bloodsuckers.

everything was going as usual. you three scoped out the town, figuring out what the best place would be for the vampires nest. when the location was secured, you and the brothers waited until dusk. the sun was drifting down over the horizon, laying illuminating shadows over the ground as you creeped up towards the vacant barn behind dean.

both sam and dean decided that going in guns blazing would be the best option. catch some vampires by surprise and kill a couple before the real fight happened. you knew how to use a machete, and you’d beheaded a couple of vamps in the past, but dean wasn’t always so keen on you joining. his words exactly were ‘if anything happened to you i wouldn’t know what to do with myself. all i want is for you to be safe, baby.’

you understood where he was coming from, but you also knew you were fully capable killing a couple vamps without any harm. with a long hour of begging and pouting, dean finally let you tag along. his only proposition being you stayed close to him, which wasn’t a problem since you tended to do that anyway.

the three of you made it to the doors of the barn. sam didn’t wait before he swung the door open, striding towards the nearest vampire and smoothly chopping it’s head off. the fight was now in full swing. a total of six vampires had resided in this abandoned barn, leaving five more for you, sam, and dean to deal with.

you felt a tug on the back of your shirt as one of the female vampires tried to push you back. you weren’t stupid, nor incompetent when it came to fighting, so you instantly handled her blow and whirled around with a swift punch to her nose.

dean had taught you everything you needed to know about hand to hand combat. being there to help with your position and allow you to practice your at the time, feeble punches on him. there had been countless occasions where dean got sidetracked as his arms wound up around you from behind. his intentions being to help with your form, but he ended up ravishing on your soft skin instead.

your fight with the female vamp didn’t last long. after a couple of punches and attempts to throw one another onto some hay bales, you found the perfect timing to swing your machete and precisely have her head rolling. the satisfaction of the kill didn’t last long, for a gruff and aggressive hand pushed you hard in the centre of your back, sending you flying into one of the adjacent walls.

a big, burly male vampire had you cornered. he succeeded in knocking the blade out of your hand, sending it scattering across the floor and completely out of your reach. his solid face made it almost impossible for you to land a decent punch, for each time he took them with ease, a bored look on his face like he was unsatisfied with your feeble attempts to fight him off.

in a last minute effort, you mustered all your strength and pushed him as hard as you could. it didn’t work, for he just grabbed the back of your head and smashed your forehead against a wooden support beam. drowsiness was taking over, and you could feel his thick fingers wrap around your neck as consciousness started to slip away from your body.

accepting your demise, you just let him have it, knowing there was no way in hell you could fight him now. though to your luck, like an angel coming down from heaven to save you, dean winchester came into view behind the man’s shoulders. his face was set in a murderous glare, arm reaching for the back of the vamps neck as he forcefully pulled him off of you.

weak from the beating, your limp body fell to the ground. as you supported yourself against the wooden beam, you watched as dean completely ditched his machete and resorted to pummeling the vampire to a bloody pulp. dean didn’t want his death to be quick, he wanted to inflict as much pain on this vile creature as he had on you. with an unfiltered rage, dean completely wailed on the vamps face, leaving no room for him to fight back.

“how does it feel, huh? getting exactly what you gave. think you can hurt my girl like that? you’re lucky i don’t string you up and bleed you dry.” his words slightly frightened you, but you knew dean would never lean towards such gruesome acts of violence. in his rage, dean sometimes completely lost control of what he would say. allowing people to become slightly afraid of what he was capable of.

the feeling of sam’s comforting hands directed your attention away from dean’s brutal assault. the sweet man was making sure you weren’t badly injured. checking if you had a concussion or if the wound on your forehead would need stitches or not. as sam started gingerly touching the already blossoming bruise on your neck, you watched as dean grabbed his blade and crushed it down into the vampires neck. completely detaching it from his body and killing him for good.

like a switch had flipped in his brain, you watched as dean quickly put his machete into his sheath and dart over to you. sam’s voice letting you two know that he was going to grab the impala was completely drowned out as dean’s rugged yet gentle hands grasped your face. he moved it side to side, inspecting to see how badly that vamp had hurt you.

“oh sweetheart,” he mumbled, wincing as he noticed the gash on your forehead. “you’re okay. i’m here baby, i’m right here.” his voice soothed you, yet the aches and pains radiating through your head and still tender neck had you whimpering, sticky tears starting to collect on your cheeks.

leaning into dean’s hand, you let your first sob break free from your lips. “dean.” you mumbled, trying to get your words out through the lump in your throat and choked sobs. “it hurts. it hurts so bad.” the look on dean’s face could’ve broken down the strongest of men. he looked so distraught. almost as though the pain you were experiencing was finding a way to attach itself to his own body.

in a way, it was kind of just like that. dean seeing you in pain brought him pain. he would rather experience any form of hellish torture than watch you suffer.

caressing your cheek one last time, dean moved his arms around the back of your knees and shoulder. he picked you up bridal style, slowly walking his way towards sam and the impala. “i know baby, you are going to be just fine.” he whispered, relishing in the way your head snuggled into his chest. “i’m going to make you feel all better. i swear.”

the ride back to the motel was filled with sam’s frantic worrying and dean’s hushed voice assuring you on your recovery. he opted to sit in the backseat with you, resting your head on his lap while softly stroking your hair, smoothing it down away from the cut on your forehead.

as sam rolled in front of the motel, you heard as he told dean he would run to the nearest store and get some food, knowing you’d be hungry after everything that just happened. from the impala to the motel room bed, everything was a blur. the only thing you slightly remember is dean carrying you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, reassuring you that everything would be fine.

placing you gently onto the bed, you watched as dean got up to go grab the first aid kit. his frame was becoming a little blurry as you felt yourself slipping into sleeps comforting clutches. dean’s hands softly shaking you and propping you to sit upright on the bed had your eyes reopening. his eyes held a gentle glint, yet somewhere in the mix, a cloud of panic and worry moved over it.

“cmon honey, stay awake for me.” his voice caressed your ears with a soft, gentle kiss that made you smile. yet at the same time, you could hear the underlying tones of panic and worry. dean was scared for you, and dean being genuinely scared was not something a lot of people saw.

you just smiled at him, moving your one hand so it was delicately placed on his knee. “i’m fine, dean. i’m right here, alive and breathing. nothing to worry about.” you could tell that your words eased him a little, but as his fingers lightly grazed your bruised neck, the worry rolled back onto him like a tidal wave. “fuck your neck. i let this happen to you, i am so so sorry-“

the feeling of your pointer finger coming over his lips stopped dean mid sentence, his stunned face in your direct eyesight as you gave him the most intense serious face you could muster. “i don’t want to be hearing any of that. you did your best, dean. you were busy fighting the others, and i had him until he turned my head into a whack-a-mole mallet.” your words had a slight laugh bubbling in dean’s lips, making your smile brighten. “none of this is your fault. blame the vamp. who thanks to you, is now as dead as ever.”

furrowing his brows and crinkling his eyes, dean mumbled to himself something he thought you didn’t hear. but you did. you always did when it came to dean. “he’s lucky that’s all i did.” dean’s blatant protective behaviour towards you made you feel comforted. yes you could take care of yourself, but it was nice to have that extra watchful eye every once and a while.

a quiet hum settled over the room as dean tended to the cut on your forehead. his hand lightly held your face, making sure you stood still. he also wanted an excuse to touch you, for your face was probably the most beautiful thing dean winchester had ever laid his eyes on.

“there we go baby, all done”. dean said as he put away the first aid kit. when the eldest winchester turned back to face you, your eyes watched as he gingerly grabbed your face. he didn’t want to hurt you, and your heart couldn’t feel more full because of it. with both hands clasping your face, he placed his lips on your temple, leaving a delicate kiss over the bandaged scrape.

he then moved to your eyelids, kissing each one as he envisioned your beautiful coloured eyes looking back at him. long lashes decorating them as you stared up into his own eyes. next he kissed both of your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, and finally, dean left a soft, feather like kiss upon your lips.

dean kissed you as if you were made of glass. he was so worried of hurting you, making sure that whatever he did didn’t push on your wounds at all.

“i love you so much.” he whispered, keeping his face close to yours. so much so that your lips were still basically touching. “when i saw him hurting you, i felt something in me shatter. i don’t know what i’d do without you, sweetheart.” his words struck right into your heart, giving you such a feel of warmth that it spread throughout your whole body.

bringing your lips softly to dean’s cheek, you too left a feather light kiss on his cheek bone. voice vibrating off the surface as you couldn’t find yourself to move away. “i love you too dean. so much more than you could ever imagine.”

both you and dean’s declarations of love brought forth something into your relationship. a sense of love, hope, and security. you knew that dean would always be there to protect you, and dean knew that you would always be there to bring him down. rationalize his brain with comforting words when he needed them most.

the love you two shared was pure. something driven from fresh snow directly fallen from the sky. as the two of you laid down on the bed, you wondered how it was that you got so lucky with a man like dean. a man who loved so deeply and so ardently that it spilled out of his pores.

dean winchester was the man you were sure you would spend the rest of your life with. and as he molded your body with his, hand on the back of your head and making sure you two were as close as possible, you realized that there was nothing to worry about.

for dean would always be there for you, and always love you like it was his way of breathing.

[snowysosturn]

Allies or Affiliates? - Chris Sturniolo Part 11

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing : Y/n x Chris Sturniolo

Summary : Law student Y/n’s life takes a turn when she reconnects with Chris, her brief teenage flame who is now a dealer for a dangerous Boston drug gang. As their bond reignites, Y/n is drawn into Chris’s tumultuous world, where rival gangs clash and loyalty is everything. Balancing her love for Chris with her own ambitions, can their connection survive the chaos that threatens to pull them apart?

Warnings : MDNI, mentions of drugs, mentions of selling drugs, angst, cursing, mentions smoking weed, death

Chris's POV

Sitting in Y/n’s treehouse with her after being so intimate felt like stepping into a different world, one I’d almost forgotten existed. We could see the stars through the treehouse window, her laughter echoing in the dim fairy lights as the effects of the weed softened the edges of everything. The air felt thick and warm, and her gaze was softer, more open, as if the high had taken down her walls. When her hand brushed against mine, her fingers tracing gentle lines, I felt a spark of something that went beyond words.

Finally, we made our way to her room. Y/n barely made it to her bed before she collapsed, a sleepy smile on her face as she drifted off almost instantly after telling me I could spend the night. I stretched out beside her, feeling a peace I hadn’t felt in years, like all the noise in my head had finally quieted down. Her soft breaths filled the room, and for once, I felt like I might actually sleep through the night. Here, with her warmth next to me, the world seemed so far away.

I closed my eyes, letting myself drift, her presence like an anchor. But just as I felt myself slipping away, my phone buzzed in my pocket, the sound jarring in the quiet of her room. My heart sank as I looked at

the screen, Nate’s name flashing across it. I sighed, irritation prickling at the edges of my calm. The last time I’d been in Y/n’s bed, Nate had blown up my phone too, begging me for some weed because he “needed something to take the edge off.” Typical.

I ignored the call, sliding my phone back into my pocket, hoping it wouldn’t wake her. But a few seconds later, it buzzed again. I declined it a second time, annoyance pushing out the peace that had finally settled over me. Whatever Nate needed could wait.

Then, a message came through:

Answer your fucking phone.

The words sent a shiver down my spine. Nate never talked to me like that, never demanded anything from me with that kind of urgency unless it was serious. My stomach twisted as I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb Y/n, and made my way out onto her balcony, carefully closing the door behind me.

As soon as I stepped outside, Nate’s name flashed on my screen again, and this time, I didn’t hesitate. I swiped to answer, dread pooling in my gut. "What’s going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady but low.

There was a pause on the other end, a silence so heavy I could almost feel it through the phone. Then Nate finally spoke, his voice rough and strained. "Danny. He’s dead."

The words hit me like a physical blow, a sucker punch to the gut that stole the breath right out of my lungs. He was gone? Just like that? For a few heartbeats, everything around me froze, the world narrowing down to those two words, echoing in my head. Danny’s dead.

“What?” I whispered, gripping the balcony rail so hard my knuckles turned white. “What happened, Nate?”

Nate let out a shaky breath, his voice thick with something I’d rarely heard from him – fear. "It was a hit. One of the guys from H Block.. they got him, Chris. I-” His voice cracked, and he took a moment to compose himself. “He was out alone, they ambushed him. By the time anyone knew what happened, he was already gone."

I closed my eyes, the weight of it settling heavily on my shoulders. Danny was gone, just like that. It was a stark reminder of the life we were both tangled in, the violence that came with it, and how quickly everything could go south. We all knew the risks, but that didn’t make it any easier to face.

"Nate.. I’m so sorry, man fuck." I managed to say, my own voice hoarse with shock. I didn’t know what else to say. Danny had been a pain sometimes, sure, but he was family to Nate. And he was one of us, as much as any of us could be called that.

“Yeah, well..” Nate’s voice dropped, a bitterness seeping into his tone. “This is what we signed up for, right?”

I swallowed, feeling the bile rise in my throat. He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. That didn’t mean it didn’t feel like a punch to the chest, a reminder of just how easily I could lose everything.

And then, like a ripple through the haze of shock and grief, came a thought that made my stomach clench even tighter. Y/n. I’d promised her I’d get out of this, somehow, that I’d find a way out, but right now, that promise felt impossibly far away.

“Are you with anyone right now?” Nate’s voice brought me back to the moment, a question layered with an unspoken warning.

I glanced back toward Y/n’s room, the soft glow of her bedside lamp just visible through the curtains. “Yeah. But she doesn’t know anything about this, Nate. I.. I can’t tell her. Not about Danny. Not now.”

There was a pause, then Nate sighed, a sound that carried a world of resignation. “Maybe that’s for the best. It’s not exactly something you can just drop on someone. Besides, if you care about her, you’ll keep her out of this mess. You don’t want her caught up in what happened to Danny.”

I nodded, though he couldn’t see it. Nate was right, as much as I hated to admit it. If I wanted to protect Y/n, I had to keep her as far away from this shit as possible.

After the call ended, I was left with a hollow feeling in my chest, standing alone on Y/n’s balcony as the weight of what Nate had told me settled in. Danny’s dead. He’d been the first to pull us into the Crimson Cartel, the cousin Nate had practically idolised, the guy who showed us how to survive. And now he was gone, taken out by H Block, the gang we were always in a deadly dance with. The thought of going back inside, of laying down next to Y/n and pretending everything was normal, felt impossible.

I sent Nate a quick message to let him know I was on my way, then carefully slipped back into Y/n’s room. She was still asleep, her breathing deep and steady, and for a moment, I almost convinced myself to stay, to cling to this feeling of normalcy. But there was a sick twist in my gut, the knowledge that this world I was a part of, the world I’d thought I could keep from touching her, was more dangerous than I could ever fully admit.

With a last glance at her, I quietly made my way out of the house, moving into the cool night air, my mind churning with anger, grief, and an uneasy resolve. I knew exactly where Nate would be, our usual spot at the docks, where we’d go when things felt too heavy, a place removed from all the noise. The streets were mostly empty as I drove, the city lights blurring past in a haze of red and yellow. My mind kept replaying the conversation with Nate, the anger in his voice, the grief masked by bitterness.

When I arrived, Nate was already there, leaning against his car with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, staring out at the water. He looked rough, more so than I’d ever seen him, his shoulders tense, his jaw set in a hard line. As I approached, he didn’t look at me, just kept his gaze on the dark, choppy water, his silence heavy with emotion.

“Hey” I said softly, coming to stand beside him. I didn’t know what else to say, didn’t know if there was anything that could actually ease the blow.

Nate exhaled a shaky breath, then finally turned to look at me, his face twisted in a mix of anger and sadness. “I keep thinking it’s not real, you know? That he’ll just.. show up, same as always.” His voice cracked, and he quickly looked away, clenching his fists. “But he’s gone, Chris. They took him. Just like that.”

I reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Nate. I can’t imagine what you’re going through.” The words felt weak, inadequate, but I didn’t know what else to say. Losing Danny was a blow for both of us, but for Nate, it was something deeper, something raw.

Nate laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You know what’s messed up? He warned us about this. Said one day, we’d either get out, or we’d end up like him.” His gaze turned cold, a hardness settling over his face. “Well, I’m not going out like him. I’m not just letting them take him and get away with it.”

The intensity in his voice sent a chill down my spine. I knew what he meant, even if he didn’t say it outright. Revenge. He wanted blood for blood. And maybe, in another time, in another life, I’d feel the same. But standing there, hearing the anger in his voice, I felt a strange clarity, a need to break this cycle, not to keep fueling it.

“Nate, listen” I began, my voice steady but pleading. “This life.. it doesn’t end well for any of us. If we keep going down this road, we’re going to end up just like him. This could be our chance, Nate. Maybe we can find a way out. We could leave the cartel, start fresh somewhere else, away from all of this.”

He finally looked at me, his eyes narrowing as if I’d just suggested something absurd. “Get out? And do what, Chris? Get 9 to 5’s, pretend we don’t have blood on our hands? This is all we know, man. This is all we have.” He shook his head, his face twisted in disbelief. “They took him from us, and you’re talking about leaving?”

I held his gaze, refusing to back down. I knew shit was going to hit the fan between the two gangs now that one of our top men were gone. “Danny didn’t want this for us. He wanted us to survive, Nate. That’s why he brought us in, to protect us. But we’re in too deep now, and if we don’t get out, we’ll end up just like him. Don’t you see that?”

Nate scoffed, turning his back to me, his shoulders hunched. “What, you think they’d just let us go? Crimson doesn’t do retirement, Chris. You know that as well as I do. The only way out is in a body bag.”

“Maybe” I admitted, the reality of his words settling heavily in my chest. “But maybe if we play it smart, we could find a way. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but I’m saying it’s worth trying. We don’t have to end up like Danny.”

Nate was silent for a long moment, staring out at the water, his face a mask of tension and turmoil. Finally, he turned back to me, his eyes dark with a determination I didn’t quite recognize. “I don’t want to leave, Chris. I want them to pay. Every single one of them. Danny didn’t deserve this, and I won’t rest until they know what they’ve done.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt a flicker of fear, a sense of impending danger that went beyond the cartel and its threats. Nate’s anger, his need for revenge, was something that could easily consume him, and me, if I wasn’t careful. I’d thought maybe he’d see reason, that he’d want to break free from this life as much as I did, but it was clear that Danny’s death had only solidified his loyalty, and had anchored him even deeper into this world of violence and retribution.

“Just.. think about it, okay?” I said, feeling a knot of helplessness tighten in my chest. “Think about what Danny would really want for you.”

Nate’s face softened just slightly, but his resolve didn’t waver. “I know what Danny would want” he muttered, turning away from me. “And I’m going to make sure he gets it.”

I watched him for a moment longer, my heart heavy with a mix of worry and sorrow. Nate had always been like a brother to me, but in that moment, I felt a distance between us that I wasn’t sure we could ever bridge.

Nate took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled, the weight of everything finally sinking in. “I’m going to crash, man. Maybe smoke a joint, see if it takes the edge off. I can’t think straight right now.” His eyes met mine, hollow and exhausted. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Yeah, take care of yourself” I replied, clapping a hand on his shoulder. But as I turned to walk back to my car, my mind was already elsewhere.

I’d only left Y/n’s place about an hour ago. Surely she was still asleep - the first time you smoke weed you have the best sleep of your life. The memory of her, half asleep and peaceful, pulled at me in a way that nothing else could. If I was careful, I could slip back in without her even noticing. I could be there, beside her, just for a few more hours, away from everything else.

The drive back was quick, my thoughts scattered between Nate’s broken expression and the hope of finding some comfort in Y/n’s presence. When I reached her house, the place was silent, dark windows giving nothing away. I parked a little further down the street, keeping my footsteps quiet as I made my way around the side, toward her balcony.

The familiar route felt oddly reassuring, like muscle memory kicking in as I climbed up and peered into her room. Carefully, I slid the balcony door open and stepped inside, moving quietly as I slipped out of my shoes and settled onto the edge of her bed. Sure enough, there she was, exactly as I’d left her, wrapped in the blankets, a soft rise and fall to her breathing. Just seeing her like that, oblivious to the chaos surrounding us, brought an unexpected calm. She didn’t stir, but I could feel her warmth, the comfort of just being near her.

Y/n’s POV

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, gentle but enough to nudge me awake. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and felt a familiar warmth beside me. Chris. He was here, his arm draped across me, his chest rising and falling steadily. For a moment, I just lay there, my heart swelling at the sight of him so peacefully asleep next to me.

This time, he hadn’t left in the middle of the night. He’d stayed.

The realisation filled me with an unexpected happiness, like maybe last night meant more to him than I thought. But as the initial rush of contentment faded, I remembered a tiny detail I hadn’t had to consider over the weekend: my parents were home.

The thought hit me like a shock of cold air. I couldn’t help but glance at my closed door, wondering if they’d wake up before Chris left. I was used to slipping out of the house quietly to avoid questions, but the idea of him sneaking out felt a little nerve wrecking. What if we were too loud? What if they happened to catch him in the hallway, or worse, heard him on his way down?

I sighed softly, trying to piece together what this all meant. Things with Chris weren’t exactly straightforward. After last night’s conversations and the intensity of everything between us, the way he held me like I was his anchor in a storm, it made me realise just how deep he was in all of this. And I couldn’t just pretend I didn’t know now.

Chris woke beside me, his eyes fluttering open as if he’d sensed I was awake. He blinked a couple of times, and when he saw me, a small, sleepy smile spread across his face.

“Morning” he mumbled, his voice husky.

“Morning” I replied, unable to hide my own smile. I hesitated, glancing at the door again. “So.. my parents got back yesterday.” I whispered, half teasing, half nervous.

His eyes widened slightly as he realised the situation. “Ah. Right” he said, a hint of a grin playing on his lips. “Should I start planning my escape route?”

“Maybe” I chuckled. “Or I could try to sneak you out before they wake up.”

“Think we’d get away with it?” he asked, shifting to face me, his eyes still half closed but filled with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat.

“Only one way to find out” I replied, giving him a small, mischievous smile. I hated the idea of him leaving, but the last thing I wanted was to face my parents’ questions first thing in the morning.

Chris nodded, running a hand through his tousled hair as he picked his phone up to check the notification he just received. "It’s okay" he murmured, his voice still soft from sleep. "I’ll go through the balcony. I’ve got things to take care of anyway."

There was something in his tone, something quiet and weighed down, I’m hoping he wasn’t starting to regret last night. I wanted to reach out, to make him stay just a bit longer, but I could see it in his eyes, the urgency to go.

“Alright” I said, my voice reluctant as I tried to keep it light. “Guess I’ve got all morning to kill anyway. I don’t have class until late this afternoon.”

He reached over, brushing a thumb across my cheek, his eyes studying my face like he was memorising it. “I’ll text you later, okay? Maybe we can meet up tonight.”

I nodded, feeling a small twinge of relief, an indication that it's not regret. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

With one last glance toward my bedroom door, he slipped out of bed, pulling on his shoes quietly before heading toward the balcony. He paused at the threshold, looking back at me one last time, and for a second, I thought he was going to say something else. But he just gave a soft smile, then disappeared over the railing with practised ease.

The room felt colder, emptier the moment he was gone.

I spent the next two hours rotting in bed, aimlessly scrolling through TikTok, trying to distract myself from the heaviness of last night. I was in a surprisingly good mood after everything with Chris. It was comforting waking up to him beside me, even if he had to sneak out through the balcony before my parents woke up. I couldn’t help but daydream about the future, wondering how things could be if we both left all this craziness behind.

Eventually, I noticed it was already 10:30 a.m, and I figured I should probably make some breakfast so I made my way to the kitchen. I loved having some kind of noise in the background, so out of habit I turned on the kitchen radio and let it fill the space as I danced around, preparing scrambled eggs and toast. The morning felt so ordinary and nice, the smell of coffee, the soft sounds from the radio, it was a comforting routine, like a safe bubble around me. The kitchen was bright, the world felt warm, and my mind drifted back to Chris and all the possibilities ahead of us.

Then, the soft background noise of the radio was interrupted by a breaking news announcement that made my heart drop.

"A man killed in last night's gang related feud has been identified as 31-year-old Daniel Doe."

The words barely registered at first. "Doe? Daniel Doe? As in Nate’s cousin, Danny?" I felt the floor slip beneath me as the reality of what I’d heard sank in. The world around me seemed to blur, the sizzling of eggs on the stove now distant and irrelevant. I gripped the counter to steady myself, my mind racing.

Danny was.. dead? As a result of the feud?

Images of Nate and Chris flashed in my mind, Nate’s anger, his focus on some unknown turmoil that he and Chris wouldn’t discuss, and Chris’s hesitations, his careful attempts to keep me in the dark while also trying to keep me close. They’d both been connected to this from the beginning. I thought back to Chris’s face this morning, the way he looked at his phone. That’s why he was off.

I glanced back at the radio, my hands trembling. The familiar warmth of the kitchen now felt suffocating, like I’d been thrust into someone else’s life. For the first time, it felt as though the dangerous world Chris was tangled in was no longer just a dark secret but a harsh, painful reality. This wasn’t just his story, it was becoming mine, too. It just reinforced the fact to me he needed out now.

I needed to talk to him.

Chris’ POV

Waking up next to Y/n that morning felt almost surreal. The quiet warmth, the way her breath moved softly as she slept, the faint light filtering in through the blinds, there was a peace to it all, like something I hadn’t felt in ages. Just being there with her, no running, no hiding, no keeping up walls. For a brief moment, I let myself imagine what life could be like if things were.. different.

She turned to me smiling with that sleepy softness that nearly made me forget everything else. But just as she whispered that her parents were home, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I ignored it at first, not wanting to break the moment. But then it buzzed again, and I knew I’d have to check it. As I picked it up, the message notification lit up across the screen, and my stomach twisted at the sender’s name. Vince.

“I need you at the harbour in an hour. Don’t be late.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. Vince never gave times or places unless something big was going down. And after last night with Nate, after everything that happened.. I had a feeling I already knew what this was about. I swallowed, trying to hide the tension from Y/n, even though I could feel her watching me.

“I'll go through the balcony.” I said, forcing a casual tone, though my chest felt tight. “ I’ve got things to take care of anyway.”

She nodded, understanding. It was something she’d heard me say before, though this time it felt heavier. We both got up, and as I got ready, I tried to keep my mind on the drive ahead. She didn’t ask any questions, thankfully, just smiled and kissed me goodbye before I headed out the door, promising to see her later.

The drive to the harbour was tense, my hands gripping the wheel as I ran through all the things Vince could want from me. After Danny’s death, things were bound to get messier than they’d already been. And that was saying a lot. Nate had been enraged when I’d seen him, just lost in his own anger. Vince’s message felt like the beginning of something that couldn’t be undone.

When I arrived, the familiar salty scent of the harbour filled the air, and I parked my car, scanning the area until I saw him standing by the water, looking out over the edge. Vince was a large guy, even with his back turned, his silhouette a solid, immovable force that made it clear he was someone you didn’t mess with. I got out of the car and walked over to him, the weight of the morning hitting me with every step.

This meeting wasn’t going to be anything good.

As I approached Vince, the intention to bring up my plans for getting out of this mess circled in my mind. I knew he wouldn’t like it, fuck he might not even hear me out, but I had to try. This wasn’t what I wanted, and after last night with Y/n, after getting a glimpse of what my life could be if I left it all behind, I felt even more determined.

But before I could even open my mouth, Vince turned to face me, his expression harder than usual. His dark eyes held an intensity that made my stomach drop before he’d even spoken a word.

"Chris" he began, voice low and steady, "I need you to step up.”

I blinked, every thought in my head screeching to a halt. "Step up?" I managed, trying to keep my tone calm even though a hundred red flags were already flashing in my mind.

Vince nodded, his gaze unwavering. "With Danny gone, there’s a spot that needs filling. I can’t pick Nate, his court case a few weeks ago has him under too much scrutiny. Plus he’s too close to this right now. He's emotional, unstable. But you.. you’ve been around long enough. You know how things work.”

The weight of his words hit me like a slap in the face. He didn’t need to say it outright for me to understand. He wanted me to take on a bigger role, to fill Danny’s shoes. Danny, who’d just been killed.

I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my face blank, even as I felt panic clawing its way up my throat. My mind raced, every argument I’d prepared dissolving in the face of this new reality. I’d hoped to talk Vince into letting me out, to make a case for why I needed to distance myself from all of this. But this was the exact opposite of what I’d planned.

"Vince, I.." I stammered, trying to pull myself together. "I don’t know if I’m ready for something like that."

Vince’s gaze hardened. "There’s no time for second guessing, Chris. Crimson needs people we can rely on. You’re smart, you keep your head down, you don’t have a record, and that’s an advantage. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could handle it."

The urge to tell him no, to beg for a way out, to walk away and never look back, surged up in me. But staring into his face, I knew the stakes. This wasn’t a life you just “walk away” from, and pleading wouldn’t make any difference to Vince. It might only make things worse.

The reality of it washed over me like ice water. Vince wasn’t giving me a choice. Danny’s death had created a void, and whether I wanted it or not, he was shoving me right into it. The world felt like it was closing in, my mind screaming as I grappled with what this meant for me, for Nate.. and for Y/n. She didn’t deserve this. None of this was supposed to touch her life.

But here I was, on the verge of getting dragged in deeper than ever when I should be trying to get out.

a/n : am I in too deep... have I lost my mind.... I CAN BE YOUR HERO BABAYYYY

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[pedropascallme]

Crush

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: “The door opened and you turned toward it out of impulse. The man that was suddenly in front of you was Tess’s age, you guessed. Dark hair greying, sleeves of his denim button down rolled up to the elbows, face…mean. Joel Miller in the flesh.”

Warnings: Smut (18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), age gap (reader is late 20s/early 30s, Joel is canon typical age), p in v sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), kinda mean!Joel, degradation, praise kink, orgasm denial/edging, I will sprinkle in queer Tess. If I missed anything please let me know!

Soundtrack: Crush by Ethel Cain

Joel had a problem with saying no.

He knew it made him seem soft, but he just couldn’t get it out. There was something about becoming a father that increased the negative connotation of the word; using it as a response meant hampering the needs of someone who trusted you. Or the wants. And it was always the wants he fell victim to. Sarah knew his weaknesses—she was his biggest one. A goldfish, extra dessert, a slumber party— “Sure, darlin’.”

Sarah was all he cared about, and he’d give her everything she ever wanted, even when it meant looking like a pushover.

But his window had passed; all will to live drained and replaced by pure survivalism. He pretended to get over it out of instinct, willing himself to push everything down in order to keep going.

He didn’t mind saying no anymore. He had nobody to say it to, anyway.

Maybe that made him a bad man.

~~~

You had befriended Tess by chance. She frequented the same spots you did—speakeasies and back allies, surrounded by men she wanted nothing to do with. 

At least you had that much in common with her.

Tess was older than you by maybe twenty years, and you knew nearly nothing about her. You knew her name, you knew what she did to get the extra rations she kept in her front pocket, and you knew she lived with Joel Miller. You had never pried about their relationship, and all you knew of Joel was that he was as gorgeous as his reputation was mean.

She had the tendency to be hot headed, there was no doubt that she could be rough, although you felt her fire was what drew you to her in the first place. Another person who had lost everything obviously wasn’t inaccessible, but it helped that she was one of the few women that you had seen around. When she had thrown a punch so hard it nearly shattered her hand, you grabbed her and walked her home while she stumbled along with you.

No matter how watered down the whiskey in the QZ was, enough of it would do the trick.

“You ok?” You grabbed her by the waist, catching her before she fell, distracted by the blood on her knuckles. You didn’t know if it was hers or the man whose bottom tooth she had loosened.

“Guys here are as bad as fucking raiders…” She mumbled, looking down at her feet. “Could’a walked home myself.” You knew she could’ve, but the thought of letting her stagger home by herself so close to curfew made you uneasy. 

Some things never change. 

“Didn’t want you to,” You kept walking, one stride ahead of her at all times. “Could’ve been dangerous.”

“They know not to fuck with me,” she was giggling now, and she looked almost girlish with her features softened. “Living with Miller has its perks.”

“Wouldn’t want your boyfriend having to exact revenge just cause I let you walk home drunk.”

“What?” Tess stopped walking.

“Aren’t—sorry, are you and Joel not—?”

Tess snorted, “Joel and I are not an item. I don’t, y’know. He’s not my type.” She had sobered almost instantly. “I like my partners…feminine.”

Oh. Oops.

“Sorry.” 

“Don’t be. We get it a lot. Easy living with each other cause we’re the only two that know how to empathize with the other.” She started walking again, leaving you with space to catch up. You didn’t inquire further about what she meant, it wasn’t something anybody wanted to discuss, ever. Loss and death were everywhere, there was no need to reflect on past experiences. Especially with someone like Tess who, in all honesty, intimidated you mightily. You just jogged to meet her pace. 

You followed her into the building, not that you could really explain why.

She had pushed the door open and motioned to you, silently telling you to come into what once could’ve been passed off as a $3,000/month studio apartment. She dropped her belongings on the kitchen table, getting two glasses and pouring watered-down sambuca into each one. You hated the taste, but appreciated that she seemed to genuinely want to spend time with you.

“You remember anything?” She prompted after finishing her drink.

“What?” You had barely touched yours. The anise flavored booze had a different burn than whiskey.

“Before.”

“I was little. I remember seeing Attack of the Clones. And that Scooby Doo movie.”

“I was in my thirties when those came out,” she laughed, “I fucking loved Scooby Doo.” You found yourself laughing along with her. She deadpanned after a moment, examining you.

“You’re still young. Not fair to you to have seen all that as a kid.”

“I guess. But I didn’t think episode two was all that bad.” You tried to laugh through the sudden solemnity. Tess rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head as she reached for the bottle to refill her glass.“But it’s not fair that anybody had to see any of that. Ever.” You could hardly call yourself eloquent, but she knew what you meant.

“What are you doing here?” She took smaller sips of her drink this time.

“Same thing as you.”

“Why?”

You didn’t know. “Gotta do something.” 

She nodded, “I want you with me.”

“Tess, I’m flattered—I am, but I don’t, I mean—”

“I want you to work with me.” She smiled into her glass, amused by your flustered response.

Oh. Oops.

“Oh. I...mean, ok. Yeah, ok.”

The door opened and you turned toward it out of impulse. The man that was suddenly in front of you was Tess’s age, you guessed. Dark hair greying, sleeves of his denim shirt rolled up to his elbows, face…mean.

Joel Miller in the flesh.

“Joel.” Tess was stern.

“What’s this?” Joel’s voice sent a shiver down your spine. You realized you had never spoken to him, never been spoken to by him. You’d only ever gawked from across the room. You felt yourself straighten your posture.

“Business. New teammate.” Tess took another sip from her glass.

Joel walked across the room, grabbing the liquor bottle and taking a swig from it before placing it back into a cabinet. He looked at you, giving you the up-and-down from where he stood at the counter.

“No.” He turned, walking into the bedroom.

Wide-eyed with concern and embarrassment, you looked at Tess. 

“Be here at nine tomorrow. PM.” She said, finishing her drink and getting up to take her place on the couch.

You let yourself out.

~~~

It was obvious when you arrived the following night that Joel was still irked by your presence. Also obvious was that Tess had made him swallow his pride. She gave you your instructions at the kitchen table while you nodded along. Joel was statuesque and showed no signs of emotion or consideration towards her words. 

And when Tess had explained that it would be you and Joel and only you and Joel, your brows furrowed and he still hadn’t budged. 

“I’ve gotta be here,” she dictated, words coming out slowly as though she was speaking to children, “Don’t need all of us gone, it’d be too much attention. I’ll cover.”

“I can cover.” You blurted out, suddenly nervous about being alone with Joel.

“No.” Joel spoke for the first time all night. You shrunk back into yourself and kept listening.

“—Into the sewer, out to the east, all we need is booze, maybe some pharmaceutical shit if you can grab any.”

You probed, “Pharmaceuticals?” 

“For us.” Tess had finished giving you the rundown, getting up from the table and walking into the bedroom, leaving you alone with Joel.

Saying nothing, he immediately started towards the door, leaving you to follow.

~~~

Contrary to popular belief, the sewers were not your ideal hang out. No matter how many times you went down there, it took days to scrub the feel and smell off of your body. If Joel cared about the dank surrounding, he didn’t show it.

When you popped the grate to crawl out, he moved to lift you slightly, but that was the only interaction you’d had on your journey. You wanted to get this over with, desperately wanted to be back in the company of anybody you could converse with. You made quick work of collecting what you needed and making your way back into tunnels below. Joel hadn’t said a word since he had objected to you taking watch, and you didn’t know why that bothered you so much; plenty of people didn’t speak to you, and you relished in it. You could walk around the QZ and not a soul would approach you—it was safer that way. Easier, too. But Joel’s silence made your head spin almost as much as his voice did. You kept looking at the way his biceps flexed under his shirt, the stern look on his face and the scar on his right temple. 

Despite his cold exterior, you felt at ease in his presence. Sure, his domineering attitude was somewhat troubling to you, but his lack of emotions made you feel less paranoid. You weren’t as preoccupied with looking over your shoulder as you would’ve been otherwise thanks to his presence, and the gun slung over his shoulder acted as additional reassurance. If anything were to happen, you doubted he’d have any trouble dealing with it.

Maybe the smell of the sewer was making you delirious. Or maybe you were experiencing a genuine attraction to him—not that you expected a man that wouldn’t speak to you to feel any sort carnal desire for you. Even so, you found your mind wandering on the route back to the QZ; you could imagine him smoking the cigarettes your grandfather used to buy, Marlboro reds that he kept in a silver case. The thought of a cigarette hanging between Joel’s lips made you shiver, though you tried to tell yourself you were just cold from the clammy tunnels. You tried to hide the curious looks you shot at him, the way you studied his hands and thought up reasons as to why they would be so calloused. It could’ve been from the work he did now, but the thought of him pre-outbreak, working with his hands in the heat, wiping the sweat that dripped down his forehead...

You heard a clang somewhere along the route. Looking up, you could make out a shadow growing larger, then smaller. An unmistakable clicking followed. 

Perhaps it was due to the unexpected encounter, or the daydreams still playing in the back of your head, but you found yourself frozen. If you could think straight, it would be embarrassing, but every noise was deafening, and you could feel your heartbeat in your skull. 

And then you were on the floor. Joel’s full weight pinning you down before he rose up again and two shots rang out. You tried your best to regain your composure, blinking rapidly and staring into nothing. Joel looked down at you, face painted with his routine grimace only inches away from your own.

“This,” he breathed heavily, voice frayed, “is why I said no.” 

But he waited for you to get up and brush yourself off before he kept walking.

“You’re a fuckin’ amateur.” He continued homewards.

~~~

You went with Tess after that. Nobody gave you an explanation—you didn’t need one. You had fucked up, made more apparent by the dismay painted on Joel’s face at your continued appearances in the apartment. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, let alone speak to him, maybe attempt to apologize. He didn’t want to hear it; you knew as much as he did. You couldn’t even crawl back like a guilty dog with your tail between your legs, because you knew you’d just get swatted by the morning paper. And, worse, despite the obvious friction, Joel was constantly on your mind. It was humiliating that a man who never spoke to you could be the focal point of your private moments. You thought of his hands entirely too often, his name slipping out between hushed gasps in the darkness of your bedroom.

Your breaking point was the night you walked into the apartment, opening the door to barking laughter that ceased on his end the moment you crossed the threshold. It was purposeful, the way he drew his mouth into a frown as soon as your line of sight had connected. Scowling, his eyes followed you. You felt heat rise in your face and pool in your stomach.

You scowled back. You wouldn’t endure his attitude anymore. 

It went on like that for weeks. You figured that if you got under his skin he’d crack, forcing him to interact with you on a higher level—even if it was shouting at you. 

Joel Miller was a bad man, a mean man. You knew as well as anybody, and it pissed you off as much as it turned you on. 

~~~

You had let yourself into the apartment, flipping through an old magazine to pass the time you spent waiting for Tess.

When the door opened, your gaze met Joel’s. You turned back to skimming a story about Ewan McGregor, brows furrowed as you internally questioned what had happened to him in all this. 

You started the countdown for the game you were playing: Who would break first? You glanced up once or twice to see where Joel was, and he remained in the same spot in front of the doorway, dark eyes fixed on you. You crossed your legs.

“Tess isn’t here.” He spoke, and you stopped your countdown, congratulating yourself as tonight’s winner.

“I know.”

“She’s not coming.”

“I’m reading.” You turned the page, eager to read about who was dating who in August of 2000. 

Joel stayed in his spot by the door before making his way to the liquor cabinet—which you had discovered were most of the cabinets in this house. He put a glass in front of you and sat across, a glass of his own in his hand as he leaned forward to put his weight on the table.

“Jared Leto and Cameron Diaz.” You mused. Joel tipped back his glass, glaring at you. “Do you ever wonder if any of these people are still out there somewhere?”

“No.”

“Imagine killing some infected schmuck and realizing it was Ryan Gosling.” You smiled, enjoying your one-sided conversation. “I’d feel kinda bad…”

“’Least you’d be puttin’ him out of his misery.”

You looked up, surveying Joel, trying to find a trace of anything that could’ve prompted his sudden embrace of your goading. “Uhuh,” you raised an eyebrow, “just don’t think I could do it.”

“You scared?”

“Of you?”

“Of surviving.”

“No. Just of an infected Ryan Gosling.” You put down the magazine. “What’s your problem, Miller?”

“What’s yours?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Then neither do I.” He got up to refill his glass, and you had déjà vu, recalling how Tess had sat you down at the table months earlier to invite you into their professional lives. She had been much friendlier even then than Joel ever was. 

“You can’t fight for shit.” You turned to see Joel leaning against the counter, a bottle of whiskey in hand. You tried not to let your frustration at him show. “Hard to get good at this shit when you freeze at the first sign of trouble.”

“Shut up.” You brushed him off. You picked up the magazine again, trying to find your place.

“You know I’m right.” He drank from the bottle. For some reason you couldn’t stop yourself from standing up and facing him.

“What?” 

“Y’know you can’t fight for shit. Couldn’t to save your own life. You know that. I know that. Why’d’ya think Tess always goes with you?” He put the bottle down and crossed his arms. Wrath boiled in your chest; you wanted to rationalize, tell yourself that he was mad you were winning the game he made you start playing so he opted to hit below the belt; but, Jesus, he had gotten you where it hurt. You had long prided yourself in having the ability to survive, taking care of yourself and doing whatever it took for you to see the next day. For him to waltz into the space you had found some form of comfort in, where Tess drank with and felt for you, to imply that you were a failure—just some fucking kid with a knife?

You put as much weight behind the punch you threw towards him as you could muster, aiming at for his face in the hopes that a black eye might help him register your dedication to staying alive. He barely moved, grabbing your wrist to stop any real strength your blow might’ve had.

“You can do better.” Joel provoked you further. You were breathing hard but not heavy, staring into the eyes of the man you wished you could see for the evil everybody said he was. “Do better.” He continued. You grabbed him by the collar, nose to nose; you could smell the liquor on his breath, and you were sure he could smell it on yours. You were far from drunk, and the seething anger sobered you more than a cold shower ever could.

So you had no excuse for kissing him, which is probably why it was a quick peck, testing the waters and feeling as though you owed it to yourself as much as to him to see if this was one-sided. 

“That’s better.” He snaked an arm around your waist and cupped the opposite hand over the back of your head. You didn’t say a word, barely breathed at his response, before you attached yourself to him again. You forgot all about testing the waters and immediately dove in; you kissed him with an open mouth, tongue, teeth and all. He licked into you, pulling you in closer. He separated from you to speak.

“Bed.” Forever and always a man of few words. You stumbled over each other as he pulled you towards the bedroom, neither of you bothering to say anything else as you were pushed onto the bed. Joel straddled your chest, looking down at you and undoing his belt, brown eyes blown out with complete exasperation and lust. 

“Y’been botherin’ me since day one,” he pulled his cock from the confines of his jeans, “bad fuckin’ attitude.” He stroked himself, still looking at you.

“Doesn’t seem to be bothering you now.” You taunted him, reaching up to wrap both hands around him and sitting up as best you could to lick across the tip of his cock. He pushed his hips forward and you took the initiative to swallow as much of him as you could; no small feat, considering his size. You managed half before you gagged. He just laughed. 

“Gonna be quiet ‘round me, might as well put yourself to good use while you’re doin’ it.” He threw his head back as you licked circles over the head of his cock, hand working every inch you couldn’t push past your gag reflex. You made a noise in response to his words, though it was unclear if you meant it as an agreement or a rebuttal. You pulled yourself off of him, placing a kiss on the vein that ran up the underside of his cock. You looked up at Joel, content with your work, his breathing heavy. His hand came up to your jaw, prying your mouth open and sliding his thumb inside. You closed your lips around it and sucked, you heard him groan. He took his thumb out after a few more seconds.

“Open.” He placed his wet thumb on your chin. You opened wide, sticking out your tongue slightly, expecting him to give you his cock again. Instead, he spit directly into your mouth, before pressing on your lower jaw to force it closed. “Swallow.” You did as you were told. He shuffled himself further down your body, leaning down to kiss you, pushing his tongue between your lips before he continued moving downwards; he pulled the buttons of your flannel apart, kissing and sucking on the skin he revealed before licking over the burgeoning bruises. You thanked whatever God was out there that you had given up bras so long ago, as if it was all in anticipation of this moment. Joel’s mouth reached the waistband of your jeans, and he continued placing open mouthed kisses over your stomach as he undid your button and fly, pulling the fabric down your legs and revealing your panties. He bent forward into you, pressing his face into your clothed core, his nose and open mouth fanning hot breath across you. 

“Need a good lay.” You weren’t sure if he was talking about you or himself, though he answered your silent question soon after; “That’ll keep you from bitchin’ over everythin’.” He licked a straight line over your folds, tasting the tangy wet that seeped through the fabric of your underwear. You let out a shrill whine when his tongue danced over your clit, and reached down to shed yourself of the final layer of clothing that covered your bottom half. He caught your wrist and pushed it aside. “No,” He looked up at you as he licked over you again, “been playin’ your fuckin’ game for weeks. S’my turn. Don’t get greedy, now.”

You moaned when he released your wrist from his grasp, only to begin rubbing circles over you. “Pl—ease, Joel!” You arched your back, lifting yourself up to him in an attempt to gain more friction.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” it was barely audible, “please, Joel. Please, please…” Your eyes were hooded as you begged for more. Either he was satisfied by your attempt or took pity on you for coming undone over practically nothing, but he slid the panties down your thighs and threw them over his shoulder. He admired your naked cunt, ghosting a finger over your slit and collecting what you’d already released. He leaned back down and attached his lips to your clit, pushing his finger into you and bending it upwards. You gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging, earning a satisfied grunt from him. He rhythmically sucked your clit in time with the movements of his finger, adding another slowly and then increasing the pace. Over and over, he brushed the spongey spot inside of you that made you clench around him, tugging his hair tighter. 

“Go—ing to, Joel, fuck! Joel—!” You were panting, fist gripping his hair.

“No.”

“Please!” You were trembling.

“No.” He was unforgiving, absolutely ruthless as he fucked his fingers into you faster, licking tight and fast over your clit. You were close to tears now, grabbing onto the pillow underneath you to stabilize yourself. You were sweating, and he was the one doing all the work, but, Christ, it took effort to hold off on cumming when he was knuckle deep in your pussy like that.

“Now.” He said, pushing up against the spot you needed him to touch most, sucking hard on your swollen clit. You all but yelled, body turning to jelly, your eyes screwed tight—all while Joel continued his ministrations. He stared at you open mouthed as you trembled. He slowed once you stopped shaking, sliding his fingers out of you and licking them clean. 

“Still gonna act like a bitch now?” He peppered kisses over your thighs.

“F…fuck y—ou, Joel Miller.” You wheezed out. He laughed, standing up to remove his shirt and trousers. 

“’F’I’d known you wanted it I’d’ve done it a month ago.” He crawled over you, pressing kisses into your neck.

“Fuck you.” You finally caught your breath, and he pushed himself up enough to meet you face to face. “You’re a bad person. Everybody in the QZ knows you’re a bad man.”

“Then why are you in my bed?” He was half sincere.

“You tell me.”

“Can see the way you look at me. Terrible at keepin’ secrets. ‘Nother reason you need someone to protect you out there.” He scoffed, and you pulled him down for a kiss. Though bruising in force, you were gentler with each other. Neither of you felt inclined to use teeth this time around.

Joel pushed himself up and onto his knees, sliding his cock over your clit and pushing his tip into you slightly. You whimpered, trying to wordlessly urge him to sink into you. 

“Ask me.”

“Please.”

“More.”

“Please, Joel, need it…”

“Need what, sweet thing?” You closed your eyes, savoring the nickname as it rolled off his tongue. 

“Need your cock. Joel, please, I need you to fu—” He cut you off with one sharp thrust, pushing his full length into you and bottoming out. You felt your eyes roll back in your head, and Joel brought a hand down to rest on the side of your face.

“Atta girl,” his mouth hung open as he began shallowly thrusting into you, “take it all, darlin’.”

You whined, hands scrambling to touch him wherever you could reach; his shoulders, his chest, his thigh if you stretched down a bit further. It only spurred him on.

“Fuckin’ pathetic.” He pushed his hips into yours, attempting to get even deeper inside of your warm, inviting pussy. “Been such a bitch with me ‘nd now you’re so eager, huh? Li’l slut, needed t’get fucked s’all?” All you could do was let out a wonton moan, loving how he stretched you. “Gonna be nice from now on?” You couldn’t respond, could only think the word no as he sped up, sliding all the way out and all the way back into your cunt. “Answer me, girl.”

“F—uck, n—no!” You stammered. 

He brought a hand down harsh on your clit, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was seated shallowly inside of you. You squeezed around it. “Don’t be a bitch,” he spanked your pussy again, “tell me the truth.”

Tears pricked your eyes in frustration, and you nodded your head yes.

“Words.”

“Yes! I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, wo—won’t give you attitude, Joel, I—I won’t be such a bitch, I pr—omise.”

“I like you a li’l bitchy,” he slid his cock back into you, resuming the punishing pace, punching up into you. “Like my pretty li’l bitch. Like this tight fuckin’ pussy.” He flattened himself on top of you, chest pressing into yours with every breath he took and every rough shove of his cock against your cervix. The slight pain was worth the abounding pleasure. He reached under your midriff, sliding his hands between the flannel you still half-wore to meet your skin, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you into him further. You wrapped your own arms around his waist, completely lost in him. 

“Y’needed this as much as I did,” he groaned into your ear, “tell me, sweet thing.”

“Needed—oh, fuck, I needed it.” You whispered against the skin of his shoulder. He managed to reach a hand down between you, fingers finding your clit. You buried your face into him, suddenly very aware of what was happening; your daydreams coming to fruition, winning the game in a manner leagues above what you had hoped for. The attention was staggering. The tears you had held back during his earlier taunting escaped, spilling over your cheeks and smudging into the sweat on Joel’s skin. It was overwhelming in the best way. Anxiety inducing in the worst. 

“So good, being so—so fuckin’ good, darlin’.” He was getting sloppy with his thrusts, rhythm failing as he neared his own high. He pulled away from you, shifting positions to hold you so that you could be face to face. You couldn’t count how many times today you had found yourself staring at Joel Miller. “You’re so good.” A fully earnest sentiment, punctuated by every inch of his cock. “Want you to cum, need you to cum for me again.” He was practically begging, words coming out in moaned whispers. He kissed the tear streaks over your cheek and down to your lips, the wiry hair of his short mustache rubbing against your top lip in a manner that made your skin instantly sore, but it felt too good to be connected to him like this to complain at all. He continued his movements, fingers running over your clit at a heightened pace and cock throbbing inside of you. You squeezed around his cock, arms squeezing his torso, and you felt yourself coming undone. 

“There you go. Feel you fuckin’ squeezin’ me. Gimme one more, sweetheart.” You were pushed over the edge, once again cumming for Joel Miller in a way you had only ever imagined. He held you tight, letting you wrap yourself around him while you came, whispering his name and tangling your fingers in his hair. He managed a few more deep thrusts before pulling out and spilling across your stomach, chanting your name. Your breathing was labored, and Joel admired how he had painted you with his spend.

He stood up, walking out of the room, and you felt the urge to cry again, feeling suddenly abandoned after something so new and intimate. But he walked back in with a threadbare towel, wiping down your stomach and the wet between your thighs. You were both silent as he finished cleaning you up. He exited once more to rid himself of the towel before reuniting with you in bed. He lay beside you for a moment before turning to hold you. You turned to face him.

“It’s a shame you wiped me clean. Wanted a taste.” You failed to keep your tone even and unbothered, the crack in your voice apparent as you tried your hand at humor.

“Next time.” You looked up to find him staring at you once again. His usual scowl replaced by something softer. You fell back into a semi-comfortable silence.

“I am a bad man.” He spread his fingers out between your shoulder blades.

“Joel—”

“I am,” the words came out harsher than he had meant them to, “I’ve done bad shit just to get by. It’s fuckin’ embarrassin’ to kill someone just to see another day of this. Bad’s an understatement.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “I’m hard on you cause I don’t want you gettin’ hurt. Don’t wanna be out with you if somethin’ happens. Don’t wanna be away from you if somethin’ happens. Wouldn’t be able to—”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know. S’fuckin’ awful. Shouldn’t have’ta fend for yourself.” He swallowed.

“Have to to survive, Joel. Made it this far.”

“No,” he countered, “shouldn’t have to survive. You should be livin’. Shouldn’t need’a run with a crowd like me ‘nd Tess.”

“Don’t you think we’re a little past that? I’d be doin’ the same thing even if I didn’t have you two to do it with.”

“I’ve seen how you freeze up.”

“I knew you’d be there.” You nearly snapped, astonished that after all this he was still hung up over the first run you did with him, despite the effortless shots he had taken. Even more astonished that he hadn’t realized that despite the external bitterness he had fashioned and the constant stream of “no” that left his mouth, you knew even then that he’d keep you protected. He looked away from you, and you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, trying to show him that for all your bite you were capable of being docile when the moment called for it.

“Shouldn’t wanna hang around bad people.” Joel’s eyes looked into the nothing of the distance as he muttered. “Shouldn’t have to risk everything just to do bad things.”

“Good men die, too, Joel,” You were firm, “I wanna be…” You trailed off. He looked back to you and traced a finger over your collar bone, admiring the marks that had formed from his kisses. “Wanna be around you. With you.” You saw a faint smile creep across his face.

“Not a good man?”

You scoffed, “Never a good man. Wouldn’t know how to handle me.” He laughed softly. You allowed his hands to roam over your body while you mirrored his movements, tracing your fingers over the scars that littered his chest. “Come with me on the next run.” You weren’t asking.

For the first time in 20-odd years, Joel was unable to say no.

[geowrites03]

Good Girl

Tim Drake x Kent!Reader smut

Summary: You both wake up horny from a brief nap after a smoking sesh. OR. Horny Tim Drake likes to munch 😋.

I was alone in a basement, chained and locked up in a small dog crate. I wasn’t scared, I knew I could get out. I just waited for a perfect time. The guy who thought he could kidnap me watched the camera, if I tried to escape with him watching he’d come down and try to stop me and I didn’t particularly want to fight anyone again today.

I looked through the floor and walls to watch for when he would walk away from the monitors but it was like watching paint dry. ‘Fuck it’ I broke the chains off of me and kicked the door of the crate off which made it fly across the room. He jumped up from his chair and ran out of the room he was in.

I ran to the basement door and broke it down. I heard his footsteps as he ran down the stairs and around the corner to me. I kneed him in the crotch and punched him in the jaw. I ran out of the front door and got blinded by the bright sun.

“Fuck. Why does it always have to be so bright in Metropolis.” I threw on my sunglasses and flew home so I could pack my bags to stay with Tim for a few nights like we’ve been planning to for a while now. Once I got home I had to explain to explain to mum and dad what happened to me today.

“That’s it. If you can’t handle yourself here, even as a Kryptonian how do you expect to handle yourself in Gotham?” My dad had questioned, not wanting me to go.

“Please. Come on, I’ll have a house full of vigilantes there to protect me. Even though I can protect myself.” He looked down at me then to mum.

“If you can protect yourself then how did you end up in that situation today.”

~

“And then he was all like, ‘young lady if your mother and i send you there and the slightest thing goes wrong i am flying there myself’.” Tim and I start laughing as I make an amazing impression of my dad while I retell the story.

“I’m sorry for laughing babe.” He takes a hit of the blunt we have lit and blows the smoke in my face. “You okay after all that today?”

I nod at him while still giggling. “It’s nothing, Timmy. I’m a super, I’m sure I can handle a creepy guy wanting to keep me in his basement.” He passes the blunt to me, so I quickly put it to my lips and inhale.

“Yeah, I mean physically you’re okay. But what about mentally? You sure you okay? Especially with what happened late last year.” I choke on the smoke that’s in my lungs at the mention of the incident.

He quickly pats my back at puts the blunt in the ash tray while he’s apologising. I tell him that I’m fine and that we should be finishing the blunt that we’re currently neglecting.

He picks up the blunt and takes a long ass hit, thinking he was just going to blow it in my face and pass me the blunt I hold out my hand. Rather than the blunt, he puts his hand in mine and with his free hand he grips my chin.

He pulls me in close but also meets me halfway, our lips match each others perfectly, more so when we’re getting high. He blows out the smoke into my mouth and it goes directly down my throat instantly.

~

We both woke up from a nap we had after our smoking sesh. We looked around the room, noticing we had unknowingly hotboxed the room since we forgot to open a window. I laughed as he got up to open one, letting some smoke out and light breeze in.

He turned around and started walking back to the bed. I giggled when I saw that he was hard. The outline of his dick was on full display through his thin sleeping shorts.

“What are you laughing about?” He spoke as he sat down and pulled me into his lap. I moaned when his hard-on pressed against my clothed cunt.

“I just noticed that you needed a little help.” I moved my hips, rolling my ass against his dick. He blushed and hid his face in my neck.

He started kissing my neck and trailing across the top of my chest. He slid his hands up the back of my shirt and unclasped my bra. His lips pulled away from my chest when he pulled off my shirt quickly followed by my bra. His lips found their way back to my upper chest.

His hands went up to grab and massage my boobs. His lips trailed down from my chest to my boobs sucking marks into the soft flesh.

Tim’s POV~

I suck on the squishy parts of her boob while squeezing the other in my hand. Her boobs are one of my favourite body parts of hers, after her thighs. She moans as pinch her nipple, then whines as my attention goes down. I love hearing all of her noises, all of her moans and whines. It makes me want to tease and edge her for hours on end, just to hear the sounds she makes.

I push her down onto the bed carefully and take off my own shirt. Her hands go straight to feel my abs, the way her nails trail over skin makes me heat up.

I take off her shorts and kiss the inner sides of her thighs. My hands come down to squeeze the flesh. Her whines fill my head, intoxicating me, as I place more teasing kissing on her upper thighs.

I ghost my lips teasingly over her wet cunt, pinning her hips down when she thrusts down to gain contact. Thankfully weed dilutes her strength so she’s nice and malleable, all for me.

“Stay still, princess.” I make sure my breath fans across her cunt, just so I can hear her whine. I chuckle and nip at her clit, causing her to flinch and throw her head back as she moans loudly. “Shh angel. As much as I love to hear your pretty sounds, you can’t be too loud this time.”

I dive between her thighs and lick a stripe up from her entrance then flicking my tongue at her clit. She gasps and tangles her fingers in my hair. I wince, enjoying the light tug.

I focus on swirling my tongue around her clit. Her quiet little moans getting me drunker than her sweet cunt already was. I bring my finger up to her entrance and slide it in, eased by her slick. She took that easily so I added another two.

I pumped my three fingers into her tight, soaked cunt, sucking on her clit. Her breaths were heavy, eyes brimming with tears as one hand grips the sheets and the other in my hair.

I curl my fingers into that one spot that drives her crazy and bit down on her clit. The soft, soaked walls of her puffy cunt squeeze on my fingers, as she reaches her climax. One of her hands moves up to cover her mouth, to suppress her squeals.

“Good girl.”

[animebw]

So! In order to keep myself from losing my goddamn mind in the aftermath of that G-Witch episode (how are we supposed to wait two weeks for the next episode I swear to fuck), I want to take a second and focus on something this show has done exceptionally well, but that I haven’t really seen talked about at all. Namely, the fact that Suletta is one of the best examples of an overpowered protagonist I’ve ever seen.

And yes, she is canonically overpowered. As long as she has Aerial by her side, she can curb-stomp pretty much every opponent without breaking a sweat. Time and again, she goes up against impossible odds and wipes the floor with them The best duelist at school? Chump. Facing multiple opponents alone and outnumbered? Child’s play. And honestly, I was starting to get annoyed by it around the end of the first season. How are we supposed to believe Suletta’s ever going to be in danger if she’s so ludicrously stronger than everyone else?

And then The Slap happened, and everything turns upside-down.

See, what makes season 1′s cliffhanger ending so goddamn powerful isn’t just the sight of our cheerful bumbling protagonist liquifying a living person into red paste in front of her horrified fiance. It’s not just the realization of how deep Prospera’s manipulation has twisted Suletta’s sense of identity. No, the real secret behind The Slap’s brilliance is that it retroactively makes every single moment of Overpowered Suletta fucking terrifying. Suddenly, we realize that her overwhelming strength in battle is a direct result of Prospera’s influence, raising her to be the perfect pawn in her little scheme. The reason she’s able to knock the socks off every single opponent she faces isn’t just Latent Protag Syndrome; it’s because her mother crafted her into a relentless warrior with the strength to destroy any obstacle in the path to her revenge. Suletta’s strength in battle isn’t just overwhelming; it’s dangerous, to herself and everyone around her. And the second she has to unleash that strength in a situation more serious than a no-casualties school sporting match, it becomes instantly, horrifyingly clear that she is in no way ready to grapple with the great responsibility that comes with such great power.

In other words, what first seemed like just a case of another anime protagonist winning every fight because reasons turns on its head and makes that overpowered nature a source of fear, both for the audience and for Miorine. So instead of ending up a boring tension-killer where we’re never afraid for Suletta’s safety, the fact that she’s capable of such force becomes the most critical source of tension and conflict driving her and Miorine’s story in the second season. Suletta being so overpowered is an explicit character flaw, at least as long as Prospera’s claws are in her. Because just because she can punch away any physical threat in her path doesn’t mean she’s not vulnerable in countless other areas. She may be the strongest in a fight, but she has nowhere near the strength of character to deal with the political schemes and emotional burdens that come about as a result of that strength. All that skill on the battlefield doesn’t mean shit when you can’t see how that skill is being manipulated for dark ends, or causing you to take on stress and trauma you have no healthy way of coping with. Suletta can smash her way to victory in any fight, and yet she’s the most vulnerable, least protected person in the entire cast, in no small part thanks to the forces that made her so strong in the first place.

There’s a reason characters like Saitama from One Punch Man and Mob from Mob Psycho 100 are so beloved, despite being so overpowered. ONE knows that in order to make an overpowered character interesting, you need to give them struggles beyond the scope of their powers to fix. Saitama can punch a mountain in half, but he can’t punch his way out of existential ennui; that’s just as much of a struggle for him as any normal person. Mob’s psychic powers can’t solve his emotional turmoil or provide him the perfect path toward maturity; he has to figure that out himself. They are overwhelmingly strong in fights, but the primary conflict of their stories has very little to do with those fights and everything to do with their growth as people. They’re stories about how even being the strongest person alive doesn’t protect you from the challenges of life that everyone on this planet faces, and their journeys to self-actualization are enormously compelling as a result. No one remembers the overpowered exploits of Isekai Harem Protagonist du jour; everyone remembers watching Saitama and Mob slowly find their way forward in life, one simple step at a time.

Suletta, in my eyes, is very much in the same vein. Like Saitama and Mob and all the best overpowered protagonists, her writing understands that being incredibly skilled in one area doesn’t mean you can’t be challenged in others- and in Mob’s case especially, how that incredible skill can actually be the biggest obstacle for the challenge you actually need to overcome. Suletta’s skill in battle is made compelling by her lack of that same skill in other areas, and the ultimate conflict of Gundam Witch is a conflict she cannot punch her way out of. If she’s going to survive this chaos and live happily every after with Miorine, she will need to struggle to overcome her years of conditioning and emotional uncertainty. She will need to struggle just as Mob struggled, just as Saitama struggled, not just to learn the skills she hasn’t developed yet, but to push back against the influence that resulted in her being so freakishly strong in the first place. Suletta is an overpowered protagonist who’s overpowered nature is, itself, the greatest challenge she will have to overcome in order to truly save herself and the people she loves. And I think that’s really damn neat.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if the giant mermaid ended up in record of ragnarok? How would everyone react to that?

-Odin was the first one who was aware of your existence, after you had suddenly appeared in Valhalla, by some unknown magic, and when he informed the others, many were keen on seeking you out.

-Odin told them that someone very large, larger than most giants, had appeared, which got some riled up, thinking you were a threat and needed to be dealt with, however Odin was able to sense that you meant no harm.

-Poseidon was the one to find you, as you had appeared in his domain and he immediately sought you out, thinking you were a threat.

-As a large shadow loomed over him, when he was inspecting the area where you had appeared, he was not expecting to look up to see such a massive mermaid.

-You cupped your hands around him as he swam up to you, allowing him to sit in your hands and you smiled, “Hello there- do you happen to know where I am?”

-Poseidon didn’t know what to think of you, your massive size made you seem intimidating, and with your power you would be dangerous, but you were smiling down at him so warmly, like you didn’t know who he was.

-He was quick to realize you didn't know who he was, as you weren’t afraid of him, and he informed you that he was a god, the king of the seas. Your eyes went sparkly when he told you this, in complete awe which made his eyelid twitch only slightly.

-He told you that other citizens of Valhalla wanted to meet you, gods and human warriors, and you agreed, a warm smile on your face, showing no fear. Poseidon didn’t know if you were secretly really strong, or if you were just too trusting.

-When you emerged from the water, rising high above those who came to the beach in Poseidon’s domain. Jaws dropped and eyes widened all around the group before you as you lowered yourself down to be on your belly, to be closer to their own height as you beamed, “Hello there! I’m Y/N!”

-Loki immediately was holding onto one of your fingers, “Marry me!” you were surprised by his sudden proposal, but you smiled warmly, “Oh you’re so sweet, but I don’t know you.” Loki wasn’t defeated, willing to get to know you before Odin punched him on the top of his head, telling him to knock it off.

-You told them all what you remembered that you were swimming before you saw a strange bright blue ball of light floating in the water, “I thought it was a big jellyfish, so I went to investigate and when I touched it, I felt like everything got turned upside down around me and I found myself in this ocean.”

-All eyes went to Odin and Beelzebub, the two sharing a look as they pondered out loud, neither one knowing of that type of teleportation magic that brought you there, and you didn’t know much about anything that could be possible in your old world.

-Despite your unusual arrival, they allowed you to stay, much to your joy, and many of them melted, some on the inside, on how pretty you looked when you smiled.

-Since you were unable to leave the ocean, Poseidon welcomed you into his domain, despite not being able to do anything about it, but you did make sure to help out where you could, patrolling and reporting anything out of the ordinary to Poseidon, something he did appreciate as you were able to cover more ground than he and his soldiers were able to.

-You made friends with many of the gods and warriors in Valhalla, as many wanted to test their strength against you, like Thor, Lu Bu, Hercules, and Raiden, but they quickly learned that you only fought it you had to, and you used your tail half as a weapon.

-Loki and Apollo had become instantly infatuated with you- finding you so stunning and they were constantly coming to see you and flirt with you while fighting with each other.

-The day you took them both underwater with you, using your ability to make bubbles that were hard to pop, they were in awe, seeing that you could see under the water.

-When you let the bubble go, to float around, as Apollo asked, “I want to see all of your beauty.” You swam out a bit, showing them your full form, showing them how much bigger you were than them, but you swam so gracefully through the water, almost like you were dancing.

-They were in awe when you grabbed the bubble, heading back to the shore, both gushing at you on how stunning you looked, forgetting their fight, for the moment while you smiled warmly thanking them.

-It was an odd situation, but you were happy to be welcomed so warmly in this new world.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Rage

[A/n:Mortal kombat brutality style 😈😈😈. I got this idea after seeing the Orin thingy when she takes Gale.]

Summary:Orin was nothing compared to your fists

Type:Scenario:?: Gale X M!Tiefling!Reader

Version:Bg3

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The anger filled you so quickly as you watched Orin twitch and snap back into her original form. Gale no longer infront if you.

"What did you do to Gale..." A shiver ran down your companions' spines at the tone of your voice.

Orin snickered, a dark look forming on her face. It only made you want to punch her face in.

"Nothing to bad...yet, once I get back I-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as your fist came in contact with her face.

A sickening crunch filled the room as your fist came in contact with her nose, completely shattering it. She didn't have time to react as you punch her again, and again, and again. You didn't stop or slow down, your tail stiff and twitching behind you as your clawed fingers stabbed into both of her eyes, crushing the soft organ instantly. She screamed, yanking your hand away from her face. Blood streamed down her face, covering her skin and the ground below. You didn't waste anytime, headbutting her while she had a grip on your wrist, your horns scrapped against her skin, tearing at her flesh. Another punch to her face and she stumbled against the wall. Another scream left her mouth. Holding her face as she stumbled away from you, tripping over chairs and bumping into the desk. Pure rage was radiating off you, causing your companions to step back.

"God damn, Soldier!" Karlach laughed, finding this disturbing yet amusing.

You didn't even process her words, storming over to Orin. Your hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so far her veins started showing on her neck. If you tugged any harder her neck would've snapped, or tore her hair out.

"Where's Gale?!" Orin punched you weakly, attempting to get out of your grip blindly.

"To hells with you! I'll send you there myself!" Orin Wouldn't be better just telling you. She could feel your rage, even blind she felt superior in this moment.

Another scream left her mouth as you tore her hair from her scalp, a patch of her skin tearing with the blood. A deep growl left your throat as she tried to leave again. Rising your hand, claws out, you grabbed at her face, your claws digging into her skin as you tear the skin from her face. Another scream, louder, more pained.

"Tell me!" All you got was a cry and a tremble as she started chanting something.

You grabbed her jaw, crushing it in your hand. Her chanting was silenced quickly, another cry of pain as you punched her again. She fell to the ground, hastily looking for something to use against you, yet with her eyes crushed and oozing from her sockets, it was way more difficult than ever before. She grabbed a letter opener just as you yanked her back up. Swiftly, she stabbed you in the eye, well, tried to, she just barely missed, stabbing your cheekbone instead. A hiss left your throat, letting go of her temporarily. She shoved you to the ground and dashed away from you, raming into a chair then into a wall. She stumbled, turning around and moving her head as if it'd let her see again. You growled, running at her. Fortunately for her, she dodged.

"I'll kill you!" She ran at you, clawing at your face, which only made you grab her wrists and crush her wrist bones under your grip, twisting her hands the wrong way before twisting her around and slamming her against a desk.

"I won't ask again. Where. Is. Gale." Another cry and a hiss.

"Fuck you" Orin hissed out, her broken jaw making her words slurred and disoriented.

She managed to shove you off her, turning to you and summoning a summon to fight you. You charged at her, lowing your hand and aiming your claws straight at her stomach. Before she could react, your hand went through her stomach, tearing the Armour away with your other hand. A sound if gagging was heard from shadowheart and a wheeze from Orin. Your hand twisted in her, gripped her spine before tearing it from her stomach, snapping the bone as you pulled it out from her stomach. You stepped back, spine clenched in your hand, breathing heavily as Orin took a few steps before collapsed on the ground. Everyone was silent, horror on their faces. You reached down and grabbed Orin, tossing her over your shoulder, spine still in hand as you started walking.

When you found where Gale was being kept, all it took was dropping Orins body on the ground and a glare for them to release Gale. You took the body home with you, just in case. Yet your body was stained with her blood, you reeked of blood. It was so strong your companions couldn't be around you, even Astarion.

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[A/n:Hehe...I might have gone to far with it, but you know what. Orin needs a good ass beating. I hope you enjoyed]

[ayatotiddies]

'The Ties That Bind Us'

Part 4

Summary - Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know. All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and to be honest- I wasn’t complaining...

Warnings - Angst with fluff near the end <3. Jk lots of fluff 😛

Word Count - 1.7k

Fuck. You had to be genuinely kidding. I immediately opened up our messages and started blowing up his phone with text messages. We weren’t in the best place right now, but I still had every right to care. There’s no telling what could happen if he was driving while high and upset. I had a burning ache in my chest that was practically crawling its way up my throat. I felt like I was going to be sick. Until a bubble with dots popped up.

The messages felt like a punch to the gut. Either way I quickly typed back a response asking where he was and why he turned his location off. “None od your fucking bsusiness” My teeth chewed on my bottom lip as I paced. Thinking about all the places he could possibly be. Every possible scenario ran through my head about where he could be- or worse- what could happen to him.

Within minutes, I was in my car, driving down the roads. Looking for anything that screamed Rafe Cameron is or was here. So far my efforts had been useless. Until I spotted a truck parked in a mostly empty parking lot. I immediately knew it was Rafe. I parked across the lot before getting out of my car and walking around the docks. I spotted him, sitting down on the dock. His gray north face jacket was thrown over his shoulders, making him look extra bulky. There was a slight breeze and the rustling and sloshing of waves. It was calm and quiet. He heard me, I know he did. He didn’t move though, he stayed still.

I made my way over and stood behind him. Before finally deciding to sit beside him. Not a word was spoken. I think that was what we both needed most. Just silence between the two of us. His eyes looked so tired but the way his fingers kept fidgeting and picking at the others said otherwise. He would pause and twist his ring around on his finger, only to start again moments later. I caught myself staring a little too hard. So I fixed my gaze towards the sky. Taking in the sight of the stars and constellations with a sigh. Rafe raised his head slightly and looked at me. 

“Rafe.” his lips thinned into a small line before answering. “Yes Star?” My breathing hitched slightly at the nickname before I exhaled. My mouth opened- and then closed. I had to think about what I was about to ask. “Did.. Did you mean- ya’know? What you said that night?” the words left my mouth. I regretted them instantly “Because you’ve been avoiding me like the plague and- I just wanted to know why. I guess.” It just came out like word vomit. I couldn’t control my mouth. Nor could I control my eyes glossing over with tears. Or the ones puddling at the corners of my eyes and spilling over. His body stiffened. His voice was smooth like honey when he finally spoke. “I just didn’t want to ruin things. Which, I know I did.” his shoulders slumped. Rafe’s eyes welled over with tears, none spilled though. 

I drove Rafe back to my house. The drive there was quiet. When we arrived home I helped him stumble into my bed and got him some water. I slid his jacket off his arms to stop him from sweating. No matter how upset we were. He always had a place to stay. Within minutes, he was passed out in my bed. His breathing was soft, like weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He just looked so much calmer when he wasn’t angry at the world or me. Or high. Sometimes I wished every night could just end without the fighting, but where is the reality in that? 

While Rafe cuddled into the pillows, I plugged a spare charger into his phone. Laid his jacket out on the end of the bed for when he awoke and wanted to leave. Even threw a blanket over him. My heart ached at the sight of him. All the feelings I had for him hit me at once. The anger, the sadness, the fear, the love, dare I say lust? Every part of me wished he would prove he meant what he said. Every part of me hoped he would kiss me again and promise he meant it. It’s like I was waiting for a confession that would likely never happen. My fingertips ached in pain, there was a lump in my throat, and what felt like a hole in my heart. I sighed. 

I laid in bed, opposite of Rafe. My own breathing slowed as I thought about how messy the day had been. Thought about what Rafe said on the dock. Thought about the text messages. Thought about the look he gave me when Topper called me over to them on the couch. My eyes fluttered shut as I fell asleep.

The sun shining through my window the next morning wasn’t what woke me up. What woke me up was breathing down my neck and a hard warmth pressed against my back. When my eyes opened and saw Rafe’s arms wrapped around my stomach I nearly died. His soft breaths repeatedly hit my neck. It was nice. The soft light shining through the window. The warmth of Rafe wrapped around me. It was so, so nice. So nice it made me fall back asleep in the muscly arms that were wrapped around me.

I woke up an hour or two later to that feeling gone. I looked back behind me and the blonde was gone. It felt like the air had left my lungs. My body acted before I got the chance to think. Within seconds, I was out of bed and wandering off to the living room. No one. I peeked into the kitchen. No one. Everything in me was screaming, something was wrong. I walked back to my room and yanked my phone off the bedside table. A text from him made me sigh in relief.

But- it also makes me equally curious. My thoughts are roaming all over the place. The few paces to the front door are slow and excruciating. When the door opens, my jaw drops to the floor.

The bouquet was stunning. Rafe had gotten me many before- most were given for birthdays or just because. Sometimes they were given after arguments or disagreements. Just like this bouquet was. I think the best part was the little note attached to the paper. 

‘I bought flowers thinking about you. I mean, I love you.’

That made me smile more than anything. It was different and thoughtful. Not to mention gorgeous. I grabbed the arrangement of flowers and brought them inside. Laid them on the kitchen counter and then texted Rafe back. 

“Thank you for the flowers, they are gorgeous. Where did you run off to????”

While I waited on a response I grabbed a vase and slid the flowers into it. ‘Ding.’  I glanced at my phone on the counter and opened the message. 

“My dad needed me for something work related. Text me if you need me, though. My messages are always open for you.” 

My lips quipped into a smile at the message. Then another one loaded in- to my surprise it wasn’t a message.

What the fuck??? For a minute I questioned if he was actually insane- but no. He was just Rafe. Which made sense. He was always doing something he shouldn’t be.

My phone rang, the contact on the screen made me answer immediately. “Hey, I’m outside.” - “What?” I looked through the blinds and saw Rafe’s truck out front. “C’mon, I don’t have all damn night.” he murmured into the phone. Without haste, I hung up and grabbed a change of clothes. Quickly slipped my shoes on and hurried outside. 

I opened the truck door and climbed into the passenger's seat before shutting it. Rafe had a cocky grin on his face. “What?” I questioned the blonde next to me. “Nothin’, you just look rushed.” The glare I gave him made him laugh. “I wonder why.” My response only made him laugh more, his head thrown back into the headrest. “Shit- okay, okay. Where do you wanna go eat?-” His question made my mouth droop into a frown. “Rafe- you’re joking- You should’ve told me that!-” - “Okay fuck never mind! We’ll pick something up” His hands rose in the air like he was surrendering. 

We drove around for a good 30 minutes before finally deciding on food. Rafe insisted I didn’t eat yet. We stopped on a hillside. He reached behind him and grabbed a blanket from the back seat. “Stay-” his tone was serious as he got out of the truck. A few moments later my door opened. Rafe took the food from me and led me to the bed of his truck. The tailgate was down. The back of his truck was decorated with little fairy lights, the bed was littered with blankets, along with some pillows. 

“I figured I owed you something nice.” He declared awkwardly. His hand came up to scratch the back of his head. The smile on my face was irreplaceable. I pulled the blonde into a hug. I pulled back and looked into his blue eyes. “Thank you.” - His bottom lip trembled. He brushed a piece of my hair out of my face and settled closer.

Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. “I really, really, want to kiss you.” He murmured. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know.  “I’m not stopping you.” All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. Maybe it shouldn’t have happened, but I wasn’t complaining...

@annoyingassleo @rafesno1bae @rafecameronsbunny @rafesthroatbaby @wearemadeofstardust0

Part! - 5 - !!

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one! So I hope you love reading it!

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[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (2)

ー☆ Chapter 2: RunRunRun

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cussing really ー☆ Word count: 6.6k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hihi, second chapter is out!! I hope you all enjoy it and leave feedback, I really really appreciate that!! Taglist is still open for those interested. Do not forget to check out the playlist and listen to the song before or while reading (RunRunRun)!! Thank you. Now, enjoy!

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『I always thought it would be easy (easy)

To get you out my mind (mind)』

            Certainly my sleep could’ve been more peaceful, but after the shit I pulled—drew Mingi’s eyes, for fuck’s sake—I knew I was in for a long night of overthinking and overanalyzing everything. Just for a second I allowed myself to place aside all judgement and foulness I felt towards the smug prick and, yes, admitted, that perhaps he wasn’t too bad to look at. Not a little bit, not even at all. However, this thought unsettled me and quickly made me remember how my blood boiled and nerves rose caused by his stuck-up attitude and irritating smirk. He was an asshole full of himself, and there was no way in hell I would allow his mild handsomeness overshadow his good for nothing personality. Guys like him were only by your side for a short while, while the relationship would feel new and exciting, and after that they dip like you have never even existed on the surface of Earth. That thought alone made me groan last night and punch a pillow before I finally willed my mind to calm down and erase the knowledge of his existence—or of the very obvious drawing of his eyes in my sketchbook, which I started considering my journal at some point.

If the lack of sleep wasn’t enough to put me in a sour mood, then the chilly air of the morning certainly made me grit my teeth as I stormed back inside the house to grab my beige and maroon plaid flannel shirt before running off to catch the bus to university. Currently, Seulgi and I were sat in the cafeteria enjoying our lunches—well, she was, my appetite never found me today—as I chewed the last bits of my quite simple sandwich I have packed in a haste this morning, Seulgi’s mouth, despite being full, was constantly moving and spouting information after information. I was only half-heartedly listening to her at this point—I swear to God, Wooyoung has been the center of our conversation for the past half an hour—as I held my pencil between my fingers and mindlessly doodled in my sketchbook. I wasn’t drawing anything particular, just random shapes which my brain felt necessary to draw as Seulgi suddenly hiccupped, face turning red. I cast her a glance as she quickly opened her bottle of water and chugged down at least half of its contents.

“Are you good?” I asked amused as she fanned her face.

“I think I almost just died.” Her answer made me snort as I grabbed the apple off my tray and bit into it, almost instantly regretting it as I was never a fan of apples.

“No wonder, you keep talking with your mouth full.” I muttered and Seulgi rolled her eyes as she went back to eating her lunch, smiling to herself like an idiot. I rolled my eyes but basked in the silence, finally able to have a little bit of peace of mind. I loved Seulgi and her random rambles, but not when they were about Wooyoung. And lately he seemed to be the only thing she talked about.

“Did you get to rest last night?” She asked as she gulped down her soup, eyebrows furrowed as she took in my appearance, seemingly finally aware that I looked tired. I shook my head with a sigh and turned the page of my sketchbook as I have filled the other one with shapes. Seulgi glanced down at the clean page and grimaced, leaning in closer towards me, “Just how stressed are you right now? That’ll be your third page in the past fifteen minutes.”

“I’m not really stressed,” I corrected her, taking another bite of the apple and regretting it again, “I’m just bored and probably restless.”

“Why?” Seulgi inquired and I shrugged, pressing the pencil against the white sheet of paper and carefully starting to draw sharp and precise lines.

“Don’t know,” I muttered, eyebrows furrowing when suddenly the cafeteria was filled with noise as if a whole crowd entered it, “Mom says it’s the full moon.”

“That was like…almost two weeks ago.” Seulgi gave me a deadpanned look and I chuckled, shrugging again. I most certainly wasn’t going to tell her that I haven’t slept well last night because I drew Mingi’s eyes and then freaked out over it, and was still pretty much freaking out about it, because I didn’t know what this meant and why it happened. And I really didn’t want to find out as I mindlessly pressed a small but firm dot underneath the lines I drew on the left side of the paper.

“I don’t know then, Seulgi, you know I have periods when I can’t sleep.” Seulgi hummed at my response and then a coy smile made its way onto her lips and I raised my eyebrows, pressing her to go on and tell me what was on her mind.

“What did you think of Noir Zenith?” I didn’t want to talk about this.

“They were fine.” I answered boredly, drawing a small semi-circle underneath the sharp lines, “Nothing too impressive. I’m now convinced you only like them because of Wooyoung.”

“Stop!” Seulgi shushed me with a blush and pointed her fork at me threateningly, “I actually enjoy their music, alright?! I liked the band before I started liking Wooyoung, so stop being mean.”

“Whatever,” I stuck my tongue out at her as I added a bit of shading to the drawing, “I expected their music to be worse, that I’ll admit, however, I only vibed with Seonghwa and Wooyoung—”

“Yeah, you made that very clear, Y/N.” Seulgi cut me off with a sharp tone and it brought a sheepish smile onto my lips as I was about to take another bite of my apple just as I narrowed my eyes at the drawing, staring at it for a second longer. And then it clicked. Fuck. I quickly shut my sketchbook closed as I threw my pencil on the table, groaning loudly. I couldn’t believe it. Why was I doing this? Why was I drawing Mingi’s eyes again?

『I think I found a new addiction

It feels so right』

“What?” Seulgi asked confused as she gazed at my closed sketchbook.

“Nothing.” I muttered lowly, banging my head against the table once before taking another bite of my apple, trying to ignore the way my heart started to race. There must be something about his eyes if my brain decided to burn it into its memory and recall it at any given time my pencil touched a piece of paper as I let loose to draw mindlessly.

“You’ve been acting weird all day long, Y/N.” Seulgi raised an eyebrow and I sighed, slouching down in my seat as suddenly there was a roar of cheers. I wasn’t interested at all to know what was happening behind me; therefore I found no desire in myself to turn around and look. It was probably the football team or some noisy first year’s having a little bit too much fun in the cafeteria while they totally disregard that, perhaps, some people would like to hear their own thoughts while given a longer break from their studies. My lips pulled into a sneer and I almost turned around to find the culprits I could glower at, but Seulgi found her voice again now that she was done with her lunch, “Wooyoung complimented my outfit twice last night, Y/N, twice! I was seriously freaking out!”

“Oh, wow,” I muttered unimpressed, not having it in me to tell her that she’s told me that information three times now, “and yet you kept stressing about it.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Seulgi pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “I was so nervous. It was the first time he invited me to their performance—”

“Haven’t you seen them countless of times before last night?” I asked with narrowed eyes and Seulgi rolled her eyes with a tsk.

“But this was different, Y/N, you’re so impossible I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this—”

“Yeah, me neither.” I gaped at her fakely, making Seulgi roll her eyes, “This is the third time I’m hearing everything, Seulgi.”

“Well, sorry for being excited about my crush finally showing interest in me.” Seulgi’s voice hardened as she snapped and I pouted, knowing that I have upset her. She threw me a glare as she grabbed her phone, acting uninterested as I reached over the table and softly gripped her wrist. I knew she couldn’t resist when I acted cute.

“Sorry, you know I’m cranky when I don’t sleep, don’t get mad.” I coerced her with a sweet voice and she just spared me a glance before going back to her phone. I sighed dramatically and retreated my hand, falling back into my chair and groaning as I closed my eyes briefly. My muscles were sore from sitting almost all day long, and my eyes hurt from too much light and staring at my sketchbook even when it wasn’t necessary. I opened my eyes and allowed them to roam over the cafeteria as I decided to quickly finish the little apple I have left over and took in the students around us. All groups were enjoying their free time quietly, speaking amongst themselves in a moderate tone, not loud enough to disturb anyone, yet there was one fucking table which just wouldn’t shut up, and fed up with it, I whirled around in my chair and searched for them, nose flaring in irritation. However, when my eyes landed on the culprits, my heart fell into my ass and my jaw clenched as I allowed the vicious glare to overtake my features as I sent daggers towards them. There he sat. At the table closest to the entrance, clad in a much more casual outfit compared to last night with sunglasses obscuring his view—who the fuck wears sunglasses inside—as he was surrounded by at least five girls. Mingi was leaning back in his chair, body falling against it awkwardly as his limbs were too long for it, legs spread out wide as he currently had his hands behind his head, smirking up at the blonde girl from the pub. Huh, so she goes to our university, should’ve expected that.

“Disgusting.” I sneered quietly, enticed by the view as my body wallowed in irritation, hatred and disgust, wishing for nothing more than to slam my sketchbook against Mingi’s head and scream the most creative profanities in his face. He was just asking for it with his smug face and shit eating grin, acting like he was a God, above everyone else, making girls swoon for his ass when he wasn’t even all that great.

“What’s—oh.” Seulgi cut herself off once her eyes followed my gaze and she chuckled. I could see her raise an eyebrow from the corner of my eyes as she watched me before looking back at Mingi, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, “You never explained why you hate him so much.”

“Ugh, just look at him!” That was all Seulgi had to say to set me off, “He’s self-centered and conceited! He’s a jerk and he treats everyone else like they are less than him, and oh, my God, don’t even get me started about his stupid smirk which screams, ‘oh, look! I’m better than you ever will be, and by the way, you’re dumb as fuck!’, God, I hate the guy.”

Seulgi’s eyebrows went up to her hairline that’s how high they were raised as I turned around to look at her, having seen enough of Mingi’s stupid side profile as he smirked and laughed at every stupid thing those girls were probably saying to him, “Okay, Miss I hate his pants so much I can’t stop staring at him; that was intense, what the fuck. Poor Mingi, he didn’t even do anything to you and here you are—dragging his ass like he killed your cat or something, Y/N.”

“That would be the last straw—”

“You don’t even have a cat.” Seulgi deadpanned and I sighed exasperated, throwing an irritated smile her way. She was supposed to be on my side, not defending an asshole when she could clearly see how much distaste I had towards him.

“Whatever, I just can’t stand him, alright?” I muttered at last with a huff and Seulgi cocked an eyebrow as her phone pinged, quickly looking down at it. Her mouth instantly stretched into a huge smile and she started bouncing her legs up and down as she slapped the table once very loudly.

“I’m about to die—” She took a deep breath as she squealed quietly, looking at me like she has won the lottery or something, “Wooyoung finally asked me to hang out!”

I smiled at my best friend, happy that things were going well for her, “So, it’s a date then?”

“Not yet.” She smiled as she was texting back, biting her lower lip with a huge smile on her face, “But perhaps soon.”

“Oh, he better ask you out soon,” I muttered just as another roar of squealing disturbed my pace of mind and I have reached my limit for today, that was it, “Or I’ll make him regret being born.”

Seulgi cackled at that as I grabbed my sketchbook and pencil and showed them inside my backpack, “Y/N! That’s too much, don’t you think—Where are you going?”

“Class.” I answered curtly, throwing my flannel shirt around my exposed shoulders as I wore a dark blue off-shoulder long sleeved blouse, paired with black ripped jeans and fishnets underneath.

“We’ve got like ten more minutes until then—”

“Yeah, but if I hear Mingi’s bitches squealing again in the next three seconds I might go ahead and jump out the fucking window.” I deadpanned and Seulgi bit her lower lip as it quivered, threatening to burst out into laughter. It wasn’t funny, and so, I gave her a harmless glare.

“Oh, God, you’re impossible. I can’t believe you’re this cranky.” She said as she finally started laughing.

“This isn’t me being cranky, this is me being irritated by someone’s whole ass existence, anyways, see you!” I called as I took off before Seulgi could say anything else, I knew she’d be following me soon after as we had to walk to the other side of campus to reach the Art’s building.

『Run, baby, run

Run for your life

I'ma tear out your heart

It'll always be mine』

I steeled my expression and pushed my shoulders back as I took off towards the exit, gripping the straps of my backpack tightly. The closer I got to it—which meant I was also getting closer and closer to the table Mingi sat at—the louder those girls voices got. Anyone close enough could hear what they were screaming about—okay, they weren’t screaming, but they were loud—and it made me bite my lower lip as I started tapping my finger against the strap of the backpack, trying to calm my nerves. But Mingi was just sitting there, basking in the attention, grinning and laughing loudly at the very shitty and poor attempts of flirting of the girls, and I really didn’t mean to, but my eyes landed on them and my jaw fell a little bit open when I noticed him signing some stupid looking banner with his face plastered all over it as a black-haired girl was gushing about his looks and deep voice. Where the hell were we? Highschool?! I knew Seulgi was praying right now to all the existing Gods and asking them to let me pass by their table without no disturbances, but that just wasn’t possible as my cheeks flushed in disgust and anger, shooting a sharp glare at the side of Mingi’s face.

“Even your autograph is pretty.” One of the girl’s sighed dreamily, “Can you get any more perfect?”

“Oh, angel, you haven’t even seen everything and you’re already head over heels for me?” Mingi’s voice dropped a few octaves as he blinked up at the girl seductively and I might have as well thrown up in my mouth. I scoffed as I passed behind him, stomping my feet perhaps a little bit too hard as I noticed two girls glance my way.

“Assuming things once again, aren’t you?” My tone was snappy and ice cold as I threw in the comment in passing. I didn’t intend on stopping, but Mingi’s instant reply made me halt.

“Insulting others once again, aren’t you?” I huffed quietly as I bit my lower lip, whirling around. For a second I was taken aback by the unimpressed looks thrown my way by the girls, but I didn’t let it show on my face.

“Only those worthy of getting put in their places, Mingi.” I allowed a cheeky smile slip onto my lips as I stared him down, his eyebrows slightly furrowing. I was surprised to see the dark eyeshadow give more depth at the outer corner of his eyes, the makeup being absent last night. His lips were shiny and you could see the blemishes clearly on his jawline now, his black hair still covering his forehead messily. His grey jumper was oversized and reached mid-thigh over his denim jeans; matching jacket draped around his chair.

“Isn’t it a delight seeing you today as well, Y/N.” Mingi’s tone was mocking as he raised one eyebrow, making me roll my eyes, “Good morning.”

“My morning was good until I heard your puppets and you giggling as if we were in highschool—and it’s noon, Mingi, thought you were smart enough to know lunch time was during noon.”

“What’s your problem?” The blonde snapped and placed a possessive hand on Mingi’s shoulder, which made him cast her a side glance. His lips twitched, and for a second—just a little second—I was able to see the irritation in his eyes at the unwanted touch; it almost made me furrow my eyebrows and throw a questioning glance at Mingi, but I stopped myself. I was certainly misreading his expressions. He loved this, the attention and praises. He was pathetic.

“You and the dude you’re worshiping as if he were a Greek God—” I sighed dramatically, leaning down a little as I made eye contact with Mingi, “Get over yourself.”

It made him chuckle and his nose scrunched up, eyes slightly becoming smaller, but there was no humor in the sound he made, “At least they don’t show up to a performance without knowing the artists and start shitting on them unwarranted, insulting them as if they were superior to them. I say you’ve got something to learn from these girls, Y/N.”

I scoffed and crossed my arms in front of my chest, “Yeah, like what? How to pucker my lips and bat my eyelashes at you to gain your attention? Or throw in cringey flirting and nonconsensual touches?” 

The girls seemed shocked as I threw them all a glare before my gaze landed on the embarrassing banner as I felt Mingi’s heated gaze on my face. He didn’t say anything as his jaw clenched, palms balling up into fists. My eyes fell back on him and our gazes locked, both of us annoyed at this point, as we stared each other down, glares molding into one sharp look as we both refused to look away first. If he thought I was going to back down, he was wrong. His sharp eyes were narrow as a fierce look glazed over them, and for a split second, my eyes fell on the mole underneath his right eye. The drawing I was doodling not even half an hour ago flashed in my mind and I clicked my tongue, suddenly irritated with myself and with Mingi for getting to me so easily.

『Oh, there she go

Losing my head』

“Your silence says everything I needed to know—”

“Don’t get too cocky, smarty pants, silence speaks louder at times and you’re down right embarrassing yourself right now.” My jaw hung open at Mingi’s next words, which were harsh and hissed out as his raspy voice reached my ears, and I sneered at him.

“The only embarrassing one here,” I looked around, “are your puppets, bro. And that fucking shit ass banner.”

Before anyone could say anything I whirled around and stormed off, aware that Seulgi had seen the exchange from afar and was up on her feet, basically scurrying around to gather her things and come to the rescue of Mingi. I just knew she’d have his back and I really didn’t have the energy to sit around and listen to her chastise me in front of him and his baboons. However, I did hear the girls throwing insults after me, Mingi remaining an awful lot silent. It’s not like he could’ve said anything. And I knew he wished to say them to my face, to see the rise he got out of me. I scoffed as I stormed out the building, wanting to let out a frustrated cry in the meantime.

『Please don't waste any time

The sirens are turning red

I found a whole another vice』

            It had gotten dark outside by the time Seulgi and I headed to our curricular art class, fog slowly settling upon our little town as the lampposts illuminated the dark streets, casting an aery yet comforting feeling. I would have to walk home later tonight, but I found the thought relaxing and much needed after the tumultuous day I have had. I couldn’t stand still all day after the encounter with Mingi and his baboons, I couldn’t help but mull over his words over and over again, so much so, that I got called out in one of the classes by the professor. It was embarrassing, but what was even more embarrassing was that one of the girl’s from the table shared three classes with me and kept sending me unwanted glares, pissing me off to no end. If Seulgi wouldn’t have been by my side the whole day, I probably would’ve confronted the girl and cussed her out, ruining my image more in her eyes, if that was even possible.

I was slouched forward, chin resting on my palm and elbow pressing into my thigh as I listened to Seulgi ramble on about how her hangout with Wooyoung went. Her cheeks had a constant flush on them and I grinned as she sucked in a deep breath as she desperately needed it after talking for a few good minutes without stopping.

“And he bought me coffee too even though I never asked,” She bit her lip, trying to contain herself, “He was waiting for me with it in his hands.”

“That’s sweet of him.” I mumbled and looked behind Seulgi, looking out towards the class. Today not many could make, there was a total of five students sitting around the room, working diligently on their sketches. Today’s theme was the human body, a shape or an outline of your choice. It could be a face, a body, or a shadow like figure. Everyone had free reign of choosing the style as long as it was a human shape.

“I know, and his hands were freezing cold,” Seulgi gushed, “So, I gave him my gloves.”

“The Hello Kitty ones?” I asked with a quiet chuckle, turning the pencil over in my hands. I was itching to get started on our assignment, but Seulgi was on her rant once again and I didn’t want to interrupt her again. I have felt bad all day long for upsetting her in the cafeteria; I shouldn’t ruin her mood just because I’m cranky myself.

“Yes!” Seulgi laughed while covering her mouth, “And he looked so cute wearing them, Y/N! We couldn’t stop giggling about it. Pink might be his color.”

“You should’ve dared him to wear something pink at their next performance.” I added with a chuckle, making Seulgi giggle as her cheeks flushed even a darker shade of red. If she kept up with this, her whole face would turn red and she’d look like a tomato.

“I don’t think that would fit the whole rocker concept they have going on.” She muttered with a chuckle and I just shrugged, glancing at my bare paper. I hoped Seulgi would get the hint that I really wanted to start drawing now, but she opened her mouth again.

“He suggested we take a selfie—” Seulgi let out a dreamy sigh, “I don’t think I have enough self-control to not set it as my lock screen.”

“Wouldn’t that be too fast?” I wondered, raising an eyebrow at her. Seulgi nodded, looking slightly defeated.

“It would, I just hope the day will come when I’ll be able to do so.” Her voice got quieter as she looked down at the ground and I didn’t like the sudden drop of confidence. So, I grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze, smiling at her encouragingly.

“It will come, stop doubting everything and just go with the flow.” I offered her a big smile, “I know Wooyoung is a generally nice guy, but his kindness feels different with you. It’s sweet.”

“Stop.” Seulgi hushed me, lightly slapping my arm, “You’re feeding into my delusions, I don’t want to get hurt if things really don’t end well.”

“Have some faith in him, yeah?” I slapped my hands together as I straightened in my seat, glancing at Seulgi’s usual spot, “Shouldn’t you start drawing, though? We’ve got an hour only today.”

“Shit!” Seulgi exclaimed loudly as if she just remembered where we were and what we were doing, “I totally forgot what I’m supposed to be doing right now, this is embarrassing.”

“Off you go!” I shooed her off with a laugh and Seulgi scrambled to her place, face red as she quickly tied her long hair in a low ponytail, eyebrows furrowing as she opened her sketchbook. Despite Wooyoung being the only thing on her mind, I knew she wouldn’t be drawing him. Seulgi was spontaneous and very creative. She found it easy to draw whatever was on her mind, whether it was human shaped, abstract, or a landscape. She had a natural talent when it came to human figures and she absolutely loved drawing anyone whom she had in mind. Which was the opposite of me. I couldn’t draw just anyone. It took me lots of hours of studying and tracing ones features with imaginary lines, mapping out their faces and bodies in my mind carefully before putting them on paper. I needed a muse when it came to drawing humans, and before dating Yunho, I never even had one. Before dating Yunho, I could barely draw an eye. During our relationship I learned many things about myself, and one of them was that I needed to hyper fixate on something—or someone—if I wanted to place them on a paper. It wasn’t obsession, I wouldn’t call it that, it simply was something I found beautiful and inspiring enough to put on paper. I usually did it mindlessly too, used to always drawing Yunho when it came to this subject, so I didn’t bat an eyelash as I relaxed my muscles and allowed my mind to rest as my hand took over, bravely creating lines on the blank paper.

『I always thought it would be easy (easy)

To get you out my mind (mind)』

However, to my utter shock, it didn’t take long for me to realize that the man in my drawing, even by its simple outlines, wasn’t Yunho. It looked nothing like him. My quiet thoughts started to get louder and louder the longer I allowed my hand to trace new lines, go over the older ones and bolden them. Shadows casted over the sharp eyes as I traced the outline of their tall nose, eyebrows scrunching when it seemed like the man was glaring back at me. I couldn’t help but glare back, repulsed by the nagging name ringing through my mind the second I placed the mole underneath his right eye. Mingi. Song Mingi. I didn’t want to admit it. This wasn’t him. The man in my drawing wasn’t Song Mingi. It looked nothing like him. It was pure coincidence that his nose and eyes and moles were in the same spot as Mingi’s. My hand faltered and grip tightened around the pencil once I got to draw the lips, wondering whether I wanted to finish this sketch today—or any other day at all. Deep down I knew I didn’t, but I also hated leaving my works unfinished and there was something deep inside me telling me to suck it up, to stop being childish. It was just a damn drawing. It meant nothing. It really didn’t. Especially since I couldn’t stand him. His annoying stupid smirk. My jaw clenched when Mingi’s smug face stared back at me, almost as if my brain took a picture of his face during lunch break and decided to taunt me by recalling every single detail as I worked diligently.

『I think I found a new addiction

It feels so right』

I have long finished the drawing, giving up to finishing it thoroughly as I felt my muscles spasm just at the thought of perfecting Mingi’s face in my own sketchbook. Anyone could see this. Hell, the other students in this class could ask me to show them my drawing for some inspiration and then I’d be fucked. There’s no way others didn’t know about Mingi and his band. Perhaps I had been the only one living under a rock this whole time, oblivious to the music department and their endeavors at our university. And if word got out that I started drawing Song Mingi, I’d rather die than face him ever again. That simply just wasn’t possible. I refused to even entertain such thought. I’d rather draw my ex of five years and have others think I still wasn’t over him—I seriously am—and bash me for living in the past than start talking about my—inexistent—crush on Song Mingi. The shuffling of papers and sudden movement of others in the room brought me out of my glaring contest with the fake Mingi on my paper and I turned around when I heard my name being called out.

“Could you check this out for me?” Jake, a second-year student, asked shyly. I nodded with a smile and got off my stool, stretching, before I headed his way. He wasn’t an art major, but he apparently had always enjoyed drawing, so he joined our little club. His skills were pretty good, but he still had a lot to learn. As I stopped by his desk, I was met with the face of a girl. She was smiling brightly and the drawing was really good, the shading lacked, but that wasn’t such a big problem.

“Oh, this one is really good, Jake. You’ve gotten a lot better lately.” I offered him an encouraging smile as I patted his back, “Maybe adding a bit more shading next time will do the trick better, hm?”

“Thanks!” Jake beamed as he started gathering his stuff, making me nod as Krystal, a classmate of Seulgi and I, beckoned me over.

“I suck at human shapes, you know that.” She said with a sharp chuckle, lips pulled into a grimace as she slowly turned her sketch around. Yeah, Krystal was really bad at human shapes but it wasn’t something to get judged for. Drawing humans was very difficult and I couldn’t blame her for struggling with it, when, I, myself struggled most of times. However, this drawing presented itself as her best so far.

“This is amazing, Krystal, what are you talking about?!” I exclaimed as I gaped at the outline of two girls leaning onto each other, hugging around the shoulders. One of them was taller and the other one had longer and lighter hair. It must’ve been her older sister and her in the drawing. Their faces weren’t detailed or defined, but their shapes were very beautiful and precise.

“Good, God, I never struggled this hard in my life before.” She said with a sigh and got off her stool as Jake and Yunjin waved goodbye and left. Seulgi bounced over, curious to see Krystal’s drawing, and squealed when she saw it.

“You have to show this to Professor Yoon!” Seulgi exclaimed, “He’ll pass you in a second straight to next year’s class.”

Her comment got Krystal laughing and I shook my head as I walked away once I noticed Yiren struggled packing her stuff away. She was the youngest in our club and a little clumsy, always bumping into things and dropping paint on the floor whenever we were painting. She thanked me quietly as she scrambled around to pack her things and then rushed away shyly, quietly thanking me as she ran out the door. I stopped for a second and wondered why she always looked so intimidated by me. Seulgi walked up to her desk and started putting her things away as well as I walked back to my place, grabbing my backpack to put my pencils away. Krystal and Wheein greeted us in unison before walking out the door, leaving Seulgi and I alone. She approached me with a huge grin on her face, dangling her drawing carelessly between her fingers. I chuckled as I watched her, raising an eyebrow, “Who did you draw?”

“Oh, Joohyun!” Seulgi grinned and showed me her drawing eagerly, her cousin’s face staring back at me as she was laughing hard. I could hear Joohyun’s cackling laughter echo in my head and I smiled at the drawing, missing the girl. She was a few years older than us and had moved away to a different country in order to pursue her modelling career. Seulgi and Joohyun were like sisters, and being Seulgi’s best friend, I had the pleasure of meeting the phenomenal woman her cousin was.

“This is so gorgeous, Seulgi.” I said with a pout and a sigh, “You made me miss Joohyun now.”

“She’s visiting in two months!” Seulgi exclaimed, the news sweeping excitement into my veins as my eyes widened.

“Really?!”

“Yes!” Seulgi grinned, closing her sketchbook, “I can’t wait for us to hang out, it’s been too long since we’ve seen Joohyun.”

“Indeed.” I sighed and picked up the rubber I have dropped like an hour ago, “I also wish I had your skills when it comes to drawing human shapes.”

“Why? So that you can draw Yunho better?” Seulgi’s cackle wasn’t malicious but there was slight judgement in her eyes as I rolled mine.

“You’re so funny today, have I already told you?” I mocked her and Seulgi huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“What? Tell me I’m wrong.” But before I could tell her she was wrong, she was speaking again, “I know you drew him again, Y/N.”

“I didn’t!” My response was too fast and defensive and I regretted speaking up the second I saw Seulgi’s eyes flash with interest.

“You didn’t draw Yunho?” She asked shocked, not even bothering to hide it. I sighed lowly, awaiting the questions tumbling off her lips for the next thirty minutes, “Who is it then?”

“No one important.” I muttered, eyes falling on the drawing, making me realize that I had to put it away before Seulgi got the chance of seeing it. I wouldn’t live another day if she got even a glimpse of it, “Let’s go.”

But as I reached for the sketchbook, Seulgi slapped my hand away hard—it started stinging instantly—and ripped my sketchbook off the drafting board. Her eyebrows furrowed for a second as her eyes took in the drawing, and then, a loud gasp left her lips as her eyes shot up, staring at me wide eyed, confusion written all over her face.

『Run, baby, run

Run for your life

Gonna tear out your heart

It'll always be mine』

“This isn’t Yunho—”

“I told you—”

“Bitch, this is Song fucking Mingi?!” Seulgi’s voice raised and I gulped, mentally preparing myself for the screaming and nagging to follow. But Seulgi sounded an awful lot composed despite the various emotions written all over her face, “What is Song Mingi doing in your drawing?”

“That’s not Song Mingi.” Was the best I could do as I scoffed, gripping the sketchbook as I tried to yank it out of her hands, but Seulgi was gripping it firmly.

“Yeah, sure, and I’m fucking blind then—” Seulgi rolled her eyes before giving me a deadpan look, “This is Mingi, Y/N, you’re not bullshitting your way out of this. Now, explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain.” I didn’t mean to snap, but it happened, “It’s not Mingi. Why the hell would I even draw that fucker? It’s just a random face which popped into my head and I drew it mindlessly, alright? Maybe it looks like Mingi, but it’s not him.”

“Yeah, sure, and I’m the fucking Pope in Vatican—”

“Seulgi!” I snapped and tugged on the sketchbook again, finally getting her to release it. She didn’t seem too impressed as I quickly shut the sketchbook and grabbed my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder, “Shut up and let’s just go.”

“The hell am I shutting up, bitch.” Seulgi scoffed as she got her backpack too, “That’s Mingi and you can’t gaslight me with this one. Are you into him—”

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed with disgust ridden all over my face, “Do you even hear yourself right now?! How could I be into him? I hate his guts!”

“That’s why you fucking drew him—”

“I didn’t draw him!” I finally exclaimed just as we got out the room, Seulgi shutting the door loudly behind us after she turned the lights off.

“You’ve been acting hella weird ever since we’ve been to Outlaw, Y/N, what are you not telling me?” Seulgi leaned against the wall as I locked up the room.

“I am not acting weird and there’s nothing I’m not telling you, so, will you just drop this whole thing?” I snapped, raising my eyebrows at her in irritation. Seulgi bit her lower lip and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she looked like she was contemplating. But one another glance at my face and she knew she wouldn’t get anything out of me, so she just sighed and shook her head as she pushed off the wall.

“Fine, let it be your way,” She muttered, falling in step with me by my side, “At least it’s not Yunho anymore. You’re finally getting over him—”

“Bitch, I’ve been over him for ages.” I threw my best friend a sharp glare and she just chuckled, shaking her head at me. I held back the urge to slap the back of her head hard in hopes that her delusional thoughts would get slapped out of her head with the effort.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She mocked and before I could go off on her again, she faced me and smiled brightly, “Want to get McDonald’s before we head home?”

All thoughts of Mingi and wanting to hold a whole ass speech to Seulgi about him flew out of my mind at the mention of said junk food and I nodded eagerly, linking my arm with Seulgi’s as she started talking about a girl in her history class and how she managed to embarrass herself and her professor at the same time today.

『Run, baby, run

Run, baby, run』

❱❱ Next chapter

[chion3spid3r]

revealed claws

pairings : e42!miles x fem!reader

warnings : physical injury, slight mention of blood, betrayal (trust issues)

wc : 1k

summary : you find out that miles is the prowler

a/n : first lil drabble, I had some ideas for this scenario 😙

In the dim glow of miles morales' bedroom, you lounged comfortably on his bed, waiting for him to return with snacks for your Netflix and chill night. miles, your boyfriend of two years, was a charming guy—smart, possessive, and always attentive to your needs. the kind of man who made you feel protected and adored. little did you know, he had another side to him, a secret identity as the prowler, a vigilante who patrolled the city streets at night, fighting crime.

as you reclined against the pillows, idly scrolling through your phone, miles entered the room with an assortment of candies, chips, and popcorn. his warm, infectious smile lit up his handsome features as he set down the snacks on the nightstand. "got all our favorites, mami," he grinned, plopping down next to you and handing you a bag of gummy bears—your weakness.

"thanks, babe," you replied, leaning in for a quick kiss before he suggested, "yo ma, can you grab my hoodie from the closet? it's gettin' a lil chilly in here."

nodding, you got up and headed to his closet, fumbling around until you found his familiar faded hoodie draped over a chair. as you reached for it, something else caught your eye—a dark, sleek object hidden among his clothes, partially obscured by a hanging shirt. curiosity piqued, you pulled it out, only for a sharp, metallic claw to slice across your cheek with surprising force.

"ouch!" you cried out, dropping the object in surprise as you instinctively touched your stinging face. warm blood trickled down, and you could feel a deep cut just below your eye.

instantly, miles was at your side, his expression a mix of concern and alarm. "oh shit, what happened? you aight, ma?" he asked urgently, gently brushing your hand away to inspect the injury. his brow furrowed as he took in the severity of the cut.

"i-i don't know," you stammered, tears welling up from the pain and shock. "i cut myself on something in your closet." you gestured weakly toward the fallen object, your voice trembling.

miles's eyes widened as he spotted the metallic claw, gleaming ominously in the room's soft light. his face paled, and he hesitated, torn between revealing the truth and protecting his secret identity—the one he had kept so carefully hidden from you all this time.

before he could react or formulate an excuse, you caught sight of his expression—the flicker of guilt and apprehension that crossed his features confirmed your worst suspicions. you felt your stomach drop as the realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

"is this… from the prowler?" you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to keep it from trembling.

miles sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping as he nodded reluctantly. the cat was out of the bag, and there was no going back now. "yeah, it is. i… didn't mean for you to find out like this, mami."

tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to process everything, the sting of betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. "you're the prowler? how could you keep this from me, miles? we're supposed to trust each other!"

your words seemed to pierce his heart, and his expression crumpled with guilt and remorse. "i know, ma," he said softly, using his endearing nickname for you in an attempt to soothe the situation. "but i couldn't risk your safety. didn't want you worryin' or gettin' involved in this dangerous part of my life."

anger bubbled up inside you, mixing with the pain of betrayal and the lingering adrenaline from the injury. "so what? you was just gonna keep lyin' to me forever?"

miles reached out to cup your face gently, his touch surprisingly tender despite the tension between you. his thumb brushed away a stray tear, and you found yourself leaning into his familiar warmth despite your conflicted emotions.

"nah, mami, never that. i just… wanted to protect you from all of this. but i should've trusted you enough to keep it real witchu." his deep brown eyes searched yours, full of sincerity and regret.

you pulled away slightly, still hurt but unable to deny the love and concern in his gaze. "i get that you want to protect me, miles. but keeping such a big secret… it hurts. it makes me question everything."

he nodded solemnly, his heart clearly aching at the pain he had caused you. "i'm sorry, mi amor. should've been honest with you from the jump. you deserved to know the truth."

sighing deeply, you leaned into his touch once more, the anger slowly dissipating and being replaced by a sense of weary understanding. "promise me you won't shut me out again, even if you think it's for my own good. i need to be able to trust you fully, a'ight?"

miles nodded fervently, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he cradled you close. "i promise, mi vida. from now on, no more secrets between us. you'll know everythin' about my life—the good, the bad, and the superhero stuff, for real."

a small, shaky laugh escaped your lips at his attempt at humor, and you felt some of the tension ease between you. "a'ight, bet. but you owe me big time for this, prowler."

a relieved smile tugged at miles's lips as he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. "anythin' you want, ma. i'm all yours—the regular guy and the vigilante. no more divided loyalties, you feel me?"

and as you snuggled back into his warm embrace, inhaling his comforting scent, you felt the wounds—both physical and emotional—slowly begin to heal, leaving behind a newfound sense of trust and understanding between you and your vigilante boyfriend, miles morales, the one and only prowler of new york city. it wouldn't be easy, but with open communication and unwavering devotion, you knew you could overcome any challenge together, just like the dynamic duo you had become.

Ⓡ chion3spid3r all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

[last-herondale]

Almost Pt. 6

Bucky Barnes x Femreader!

Bucky POV

Angst, heartbreak, love triangle

Warning: none?

AN: We had state testing this week. My brain is fried. Sorry if this is trash but it’s my trash.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

It seemed that yet again I was standing there, watching you walk away from me after I had undoubtedly broken your heart. Again.

I tried to rationalize with myself that it wasn’t my fault. That the last thing I expected to happen that night was to run into you. Of course, I had dreamed of it. Concocted ways in my head of how I could accidentally run into you, just to see you. Maybe even talk to you. The ache in my heart from missing you had become a constant hurt. I had missed you while you were away, but after seeing you kiss Steve in the kitchen…after seeing you so happy…

I knew I had to step away.

I had been doing so well. Only seeing you when only absolutely necessary. Filling more and more of my time with missions and other distractions like Nadia, who seemed content enough to spend her time with me. I knew I was using her, and I hated myself for it, but I didn’t know how to handle the alternative.There was a certain torment in knowing you were back. In knowing that you were under the same roof as me, having a life that was becoming more and more distant from mine.

After tonight, I would be surprised if you ever talked to me again. I realized instantly that there was no excuse for what I said to you. I had been taken off guard seeing you pinning Nadia to the wall. I wanted to laugh at the scene before me. The shocked look on Nadia’s face, the stern, determined look in your eyes that was immediately overshadowed by the look of pure shock as you locked eyes with me.

There were a million things I wanted to say to you at that moment. A million feelings that came to the surface, and yet like an idiot, the only emotion I could convey, the only emotion I seemed to ever convey, was anger. The moment I began opening my mouth, the moment I saw the light in your eyes die out…

I went back inside of my apartment and grabbed my jacket before stepping out again. I knew there was no chance of me sleeping tonight, not after that. So I might as well torture my body in the training room as some sort of recompence for what I did.

The training room was empty, luckily. I started with the punching bag, made extra durable by Tony, and put the rest of my stupid emotions into that bag. Punch after punch I laid all my frustrations into my fists. The rhythmic thuds were comforting as I felt my chest heave after each breath. Sweat dripped down my forehead.

The slamming of the door took me out of my zone and I jerked in the direction of the entrance to see Steve standing there in the doorway. His body seemed eerily calm, with his hands in his sweat pockets, but he had a furrowed brow as he looked at the floor. I wasn't surprised to see him. I had insulted you, in possibly the worst way I could have. If you had run to tell anyone, it would have been your… I think the ache I felt now was over the fact that it wasn’t me.

“Up late?” I asked, grabbing a towel off of the rack and wiping my face. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep,” Steve said in a flat tone, “Then of course I heard yelling down the hallway.”

I winced. Honestly I had been surprised that no one else had come out during the altercation. The amount of people in that tower that had super hearing… I turned towards Steve, trying to fix my face into some sort of nonchalant pose. I knew he would see right through it. Part of me wanted him to see right through it.

I wish he would just come out and yell. Let his anger come out so that I could match that energy. But Steve was never the guy to throw his anger out without cause. He was patient. He was understanding. He was a good man. Everything I wasn’t. So, rather than punching me in the face, he was just standing there, waiting for me to talk.

“Sorry for waking you, it's been a weird night.”

Steve kept his eyes steady on me. I clenched my jaw.

“Look, I don’t know what she told you–” I began

“She hasn’t told me anything,” Steve said calmly, “In fact, I can’t seem to get her to leave her room to talk to me. She won’t even pick up her damn phone.”

I couldn’t hide my shock. I thought surely after the altercation you would run to the man that has been providing comfort to you for the past few months. If you hadn’t then maybe what the two of you had wasn’t as deep as I first thought…

“I heard what you said to her, Buck,” Steve said in a cold tone.

My stomach dropped at his words.

“I didn’t mean it,” I said weakly, “I know I shouldn’t have said it, but I…”

My words seemed to fail me as I sat down on a bench. A couple of moments passed, but eventually, Steve sat down beside me and sighed.

“Bucky, you need to be completely honest with me. Do you love her?”

There it was. The question I couldn’t face. The answer came so easily in my head. Of course I did. What was there not to love? How was I to admit that I was lost without you? That turning you away was the worst mistake I ever made. I couldn’t look at Steve. I couldn’t talk.

Steve sighed again. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was rubbing his face. He was tired and exhausted. I was hurting everyone around me.

“Stop that,” Steve said softly.

“What?” I blurted out.

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You don’t do yourself any favors by pushing everyone away.”

When I didn’t respond, he continued.

“I know how hard you are on yourself, especially when Nat left. I know you thought you found your person in her, and after everything you have been through you deserve to find someone who not only makes you happy, but fills your heart with so much light that it overshadows the darkness. When you were in that pit of despair, I had no idea how to get you out of it, and I felt like a failure as your best friend. But then, she showed up. She came into both of our lives like a wildfire. She brought back the light in your eyes, and reawakened your soul.”

I felt hot tears down my face, but Steve continued on.

“I won’t deny that I’ve grown feelings for her. I think seeing her love you and care for you as much as I do, makes me see her in the greatest of lights. She is worthy of so much love. I thought maybe you… I thought that maybe you would love her… I thought that was where your story was heading Buck, but you chose differently. I saw her leave my birthday party. I saw how distraught she was. I could only assume that you didn’t have feelings for her as she had for you. That’s why I… that the only way I could live with myself for… feeling these things.

“But clearly, there is something there. You avoid her now like she is the plague. You hardly talk to me anymore and we are brothers, you and I. So, Bucky, you don’t have to say it, but I know you love her. In some capacity, I know you do. You can deny it all you want, but I know you.”

Steve sighed again. “I know you think you don’t deserve to be loved. I know it’s hard for you to see the goodness in yourself, but you deserve love. You deserve to be happy. If she is what makes you happy, you need to let her know. She deserves that, doesn’t she?”

Yes, you deserve everything.

“What about you?” I asked, my voice was shaky as I spoke. I finally looked up at him and saw his expectant blue eyes waiting for me. I was surprised to see that he wasn’t angry.

Steve gave a small chuckle.

“I have never been one to deny you your happiness Bucky,” his voice turned a bit solemn, “I care about her… a lot. She is one of my best friends, and the time we have spent together has been… great. But we have been honest with each other. We both have unresolved heartaches from the past that prevent us from becoming more. She doesn’t hold it against me for still loving Peggie, and I don’t hold it against her from loving you. Maybe in time, we could become something more, but for now our hearts do not beat for each other as they should.”

“So you don’t… love her?” I asked carefully. I didn’t like that I was beginning to sound hopeful. I wanted you to be loved. I wanted you to be cared for. I thought Steve would be perfect for you… I thought there wasn’t a chance in hell that I would be able to…

“I love her, but not in the way that she clearly loves you,” Steve gave me a smirk.

“I don’t know if she does anymore. I’ve been a complete ass to her,” I mumbled, putting my head in my hands.

“Oh I know,” Steve laughed a bit but then looked at me seriously, “So what are you going to do about it?”

I raised my head out of my hands. What was I going to do about it?

“Do you really think she could love me, after everything? After tonight?” I asked pathetically.

“I think,” Steve said carefully, “That you will have to earn her trust back. It’s not about making her love you again, she loves you, has loved you through everything. You messed up, and you realize that, so you need to change. Change for her, change because of her. You already have and you haven’t realized it. Now show her. Give her back the love she gave you, and more.”

Images of you flashed through my head. Memories of you laughing with me, holding me when I was a complete mess. Memories of you consoling me, telling me that I was worthy, that I was more than I thought of myself. These memories warmed my soul, as they always did. I realized that I wanted more memories with you. I wanted to be consumed by them. Enveloped in them. I need you now more than ever. I would always need you. Always want you. Always desire you. And I needed to show you how much you meant to me.

I let out a small chuckle.

“For an old man,” I said playfully, “You are really good at giving advice.”

Steve laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Remind me to charge you for my services later,” he teased.

I clasped my hand on his shoulder. “Thank you Steve.”

He just gave me a hopeful look and slapped my back.

“Go get her, buddy.”

I was up and out the door before he finished the word. I didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t know what I was going to say to you. Apologize. That's what I needed to do first. Grovel at your feet. Beg for any forgiveness you would be willing to give me. I was at your door, knocking in quick succession before I could fully think about what I wanted to say.

My chest was heaving and my palms were sweaty waiting for you. I knocked on the door again. Impatient, I put my ear against the door to listen for any sign of you. I heard the soft sound of your radio playing your favorite channel from your room, but nothing else. The sun was rising, and beams of sunlight were breaking through the windows of the tower.

It wasn’t unusual for you to be up and about early in the morning, but after the night we had, I know you didn’t get much sleep. But you wouldn’t be asleep with the radio on. You hated any sort of noise when you slept. I knocked again.

“Please open the door,” I begged.

Nothing.

A sick feeling spread through my stomach like ice. I shoved down the door in one hit. Your living room was empty, no sign of a break in or struggle, but you were nowhere in sight. I called out for you. Nothing. I scanned your apartment, looking for any sign of where you were. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except on your nightside table there was an envelope. I approached it slowly, my hand shivering as I saw the name on the outside of the card.

Steve

[slut4corbin]

Double The Fun

Note : *Dirty thoughts about Baron and Damian have been in my mind recently, so here's this!*

Summary : The reader is given an option to either have sex with Baron or Damian but she can't decide so she just has sex with both of them

Warning (s) : Smut and profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 1,345

Translations : Adios ( Goodbye ), Qué pasó entre ustedes tres ( What happened between you three ), Ay dios mío (Oh my god ), Senorita ( Miss ), Esta es mi casa ( This is my house ), Sì ( Yes ), Ven aquí ( Come here )

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @sassymox @damiansgoodgirll @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @mysticvampyre @nerdypanda20

I was in my locker room, laying on the couch scrolling through Tik Tok. "Ha, that's funny," I said to myself as I watched the video. After a few minutes of scrolling through Tik Tok, I heard the door open, which caused me to look up from my phone, and when I did, I seen Damian Priest and Baron Corbin standing in the door way. "Oh, uh hi, what are you guys doing here?" I asked, sounding quite confused.

"We need to talk to you Y/N." Damian spoke first. "Oh, why?" I asked once again. "You have a choice either fuck me or Damian you have till the end of the night to choose so choose wisely." Baron chimed in. "W- what you guys can't make me choose." I replied, stuttering. "Yes, we can." Damian said before taking a step back. "Adios Y/N," He said again, and with that him and Baron walked away from the door and down the hall, leaving me speechless. "What the fuck." I said to myself before getting up and walking over to the door and quickly closing it. "Can't believe they're making me choose." I said to myself once again as I leaned my head against the door, trying to take in what they had said.

After a few minutes of silence, my phone started to ring, which caused me to lean up off the door and walk over to the couch and grab my phone. Once I grabbed my phone, I quickly looked at it and noticed that my best friend Rhea Ripley had texted me, "Qué pasó entre ustedes tres?" I said to myself as I read the text. After a few minutes of trying to think of a good response, I gave up and just called her. "Hey girl!" Rhea said. "Hi." I replied with a sad tone in my voice. "So Y/N tell me what happened." She responded, which caused me to sigh before saying "Well Damian and Baron want me to decide who I want to fuck by tonight." "Ay dios mío" Rhea replied with a bit of shock but anger in her voice.

"I got to go. I have to get ready for my match." I said, and with that, I hung up the phone, grabbed my gear, and headed towards the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom, I quickly took off my clothes and quickly put my ring gear on. "Looks fine." I said to myself before picking up my discarded clothes and heading back to the couch. Once I was at the couch, I laid my clothes down and headed towards the gorilla. After a few minutes of walking, I finally made it to the gorilla but was instantly stopped by Damian and Baron. "What the fuck do you guys want now?" I asked quite annoyed. "Woah senorita, what's with all the attitude?" Damian asked, standing over me.

"I'm about to have my match, so will you two get out of my way." I replied. "Alright, but when you get back, you tell us your answer." Baron said, and with that, I shoved past them and opened the door, making my over to the curtain. "Y/N, you're on in 1 minute." One of the backstage workers said as they walked past me."Okay." I replied. Once I made it the curtain, my entrance music came on, so I quickly walked out into the arena, and with that, I skipped down to the ring and jumped up on the apron quickly got in the ring and waited as Carmella made her way to the ring. After a few minutes of waiting for her to get done with her entrance, she was finally ready, so the bell rang, and I quickly attacked her, throwing punches left and right.

"ESTA ES MI CASA." I screamed in her face, which caused her to gain enough strength and push me off of her, causing me to get angry and attack her once again. After a few minutes of basically beating the shit out of her, I got dragged away from her by a bunch of security guards. "Y/N, calm down and go to the back." One of the guards said as he tried to hold me back. "NOW." He shouted, which caused me to back up and quickly getting out of the ring and walk up the ramp towards the gorilla. After a minute of walking, I finally made it to the gorilla. I quickly walked through the curtain, but once I did, I ran into Damian and Baron once again. "So Y/N have you thought about your answer?" Baron asked, crossing his arms. "Ugh, follow me." I replied, grabbing their hands and dragging them to the door. "What is your answer?" Damian asked.

"I haven't decided because I still want to fuck both of you." I replied with a smile. "But I want it to be a threesome." I continued, which caused their mouths to drop. "You want us to fuck you at the same time?" Damian asked clearly still shocked. "Sì now let's go." I replied, grabbing their hands and dragging them to my locker room. After a few minutes of fast walking, we finally made it to my locker room, so I quickly let go of their hands and opened the door, walked over to the couch, and slowly took my clothes which obviously caused them to shut the door and walk over to me. Once my clothes were off, I quickly helped Baron take off his pants while Damian took his off. "Fuck you guys are big." I said as I got down on my knees and put my mouth around Baron's dick and my hand around Damian's and got to work. After a few minutes of constant moaning coming from both of them they finally came. "Lay down on the couch, Baron." I said whiping the cum from my lips and tasting it.

Once Baron was on the couch, I stepped back and got on top of him and slowly putting his dick in my ass. "Ven aquí Damian." I said, motioning him to come towards me. "Fuck my pussy." I said with a smirk and with that he got on the couch and placed himself at my entrance amd slowly slid into me filling me up just as much as Baron did. "Go." I said, giving them the cue to start moving so they did, which quickly made me throw my head and let out a loud moan. "That feel good? Do we fuck you good Y/N?" Damian asked focusing on his pace. "Obviously, we do she's already moaning, is that right, Y/N?" Baron asked as he picked up his pace. "Holy fuck yes." I moaned out in response to both of their questions. After a few minutes of fucking I felt my climax rising so I moaned. "I'm going to cum." I said through the moans.

"Do it." They both replied as they quickened their pace, and with that, I couldn't take it anymore, so I came. "Damn, that was hot." Damian said as he pulled out of me and got off the couch. "Definitely was maybe we should do this more often." Baron said as he lifted me up off of him and got off the couch as well. "We can do it next week." I replied before getting up and grabbing my clothes and putting them back on, then quickly helping Baron and Damian with their pants. Once they were dressed again, I gave them both a hug and a kiss. And with that, they walked out of my locker room, knowing they made my night a lot better than usual.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

A Cluster of Burning Stars - Chapter Fifteen

in which Sonic has to explain himself

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“It’s called a slinky.” Maria explained, watching Sonic’s eyes widen with wonder. 

The little, curved metal contraption expanded in Sonic’s hand, and then shrunk back with ease. “Whoa.” he said. 

“You can do a bunch of tricks with it!” she said. “If we go to the stairwell, I can do this thing where it walks down.” 

“It walks down the stairs?” he cheered. “It’s alive?” 

“No, it’s not alive. But it… let me just show you.” 

She grabbed his hand as he slid off the bottom bunk, and looked up towards the middle. “Shadow? You wanna come with?... Shadow?” 

Sonic glanced up, giggling as he heard the light snore. “He’s asleep.” 

“Wow, he never sleeps during the day.” Maria looked up at him, concerned. “Did he have any tests today?” 

“Two.” 

“Okay, that probably explains it. A lot of energy.” she sighed, before turning and walking towards the door. “You think Amy will be okay on her own when she gets back?” 

“She’ll wake Shadow if not.” Sonic shrugged. “She’s noisy.” 

“Well, new roommates can be noisy sometimes,” she said, holding open the door for Sonic, before the two of them started down the hall. 

Sonic liked to run when he was trying to get from place-to-place, but Maria was trying to teach him about “appreciating the things around him” or whatever. So he held her hand, skipping as they made their way around a bend. 

“Is that the only toy they brought back with the supplies?” he asked. 

She nodded. “I asked for it. Now that you guys are here, I’ll ask the next shipment to send a ton of stuff. It’ll be a few months, but we could get puzzles, crayons–” 

“I’ve done puzzles!” Sonic said excitedly. 

“Oh, but not like the ones on Earth. They’ve got pictures on them, but you have to put them back together to figure out what they look like.” 

“Put what?” 

“Oh, the puzzle pieces. I’m sure you did, like, a lot of different ones. Did you ever put pieces together?” 

Before he could answer, a pair of scientists turned into their hall, chatting and looking down at a clipboard that the one on the right was holding. Sonic instantly stiffened, gripping tightly to her fingers, but neither adult seemed peeved to see them.  

“Hi, Maria!” they both called. 

“Hi, Dr Hollister! Hi Dr Jones!” 

The man on the left, Dr Hollister, then smiled down. “And hello to you too, Sonic.” 

Shyly, Sonic hid his face behind Maria’s skirt. “Hi,” he said. 

The adults laughed slightly, then continued on their walk. Maria waited until they left, and then stopped their own movements, turning and kneeling in front of him. “You don’t have to be afraid of everyone, you know.” 

“I know.” he shuffled his feet. “It’s just weird. Being out.” 

“You’re never gonna be hidden from us again.” Maria promised. “You’re gonna get to play with us all the time, yeah?” 

“I just… sometimes…” he hesitated. 

“Go on.” 

“Sometimes it feels like I’m dreaming this all. And then I’m gonna wake up and it’s all gonna go back to how it was before.” 

Maria smiled. “When I wake up and I’m not sure if I’m still dreaming, sometimes I pinch myself. You don’t hurt in a dream, so– no, don’t do it now.”

“Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry!” she laughed. “But I want you to know that you’re not dreaming, okay? And if anyone tries to take you away again, I’ll fight them!” 

Sonic giggled. “You don’t fight.” 

“I can!” she playfully punched the air. “And I’ll kick and scream until they bring you right back to me. You’re stuck with me now! I’ll never leave you alone again!” 

She grabbed onto him, lifting him into the air. He joined in her laughter, pretend-kicking. “Nooo! Put me down!” 

“Nuh-uh!” she spun him around, before placing him on her shoulders. “Come on. Let’s make that slinky fall!” 

“Onward!” he cheered, as she started to run.

--

Sonic confusedly tapped his foot, looking up at the wall. “Okay. What’s this?” 

Nervously, Vanilla glanced from the table. “Oh! That’s, um, one of Cream’s art projects. It’s a makeshift mobile.” 

“Oh. What’s a mobile?” 

“Sonic.” Amy said sharply, looking up from the stove. “Not the time.” 

“It’s alright, Amy.” Vanilla said, reaching out to stroke Chocola’s head. “Talking… helps.” 

For a long while after the battle had finished, they hadn’t been able to locate Cream’s mom. They spent a good amount of time picking up rubble, checking on survivors, and having Knuckles and Tails roll out instructions on badnik cleanup and protection while Sonic kept an arm around a strangely quiet Amy. When they had finally spotted Vanilla, worriedly talking with an adult beaver, Chocola grasping onto her skirts, Amy hadn’t even been able to look at her before bursting into tears. She’d tried to turn and hide her face, but it had been enough to make Vanilla go into a panic. She’d immediately run to the group, shouting, “Where’s Cream? Where is she?” 

Sonic had, very quickly, tried to assure her that Cream was alive, she just… wasn’t there. And then he’d had to break the news about her being abducted by Robotnik’s team. He left out the part about Shadow, her kidnapper, wanting to blow up the planet, because he figured that would just make things worse. He was right, because Knuckles brought that up next, and Vanilla nearly collapsed, before Amy reached out to catch her and Tails slapped Knuckles upside the head to get him to stop talking. 

Amy had immediately stepped away once Vanilla had her footing back, looking guilty, until Vanilla pulled her back into a hug, to which Amy clung to her, repeating, “We’re going to get her back. We’re going to get her back.” 

When Tails had, at one point, mentioned that they needed to regroup, Vanilla had eventually insisted that everyone go back to her cottage. She’d tried to start tea, but Amy had seen her shaking hands and insisted on taking it over. Knuckles and Tails sat across from Vanilla, awkwardly looking at each other, while Sonic ran around the room. 

He was antsy, and he knew it. And when he got antsy, he looked for something to do. But Vanilla was insistent on them “taking a breather” for a minute, and Amy just listened to whatever she said, so he was stuck here for now. “Yeah, Ames,” he said, “I don’t have anything better to do while you insist on doing… whatever you’re doing. Also, what’s that?” 

“That’s a microwave.” Vanilla said carefully. “You put food in it, and it warms up.” 

“Yooo.” Sonic nodded, nervously zipping to the window. “And that’s what a farm looks like?” 

“Sonic, please sit down.” Amy hissed as she turned off the stove, pulling out a tray of cups. 

“Amy, It’s really alright.” Vanilla said quietly. Chocola leaned up against her arm, humming comfortingly. 

Amy carefully poured the tea, before stalking over to the table, sliding the tray into the center of the table. Sonic finally came over as she sat down. “Finally! We’re getting somewhere!” 

As everyone took a cup, he hesitantly glanced at Amy. “Yes, it’s real tea. You might want to put honey in it.” He didn’t take a cup. Eventually, she turned, looking to Knuckles and Tails. “So you’ve been fighting these badniks for the last four years?” 

“About that much time.” Knuckles looked cautiously down at the teacup, which was about the size of one of his fingers. 

“And you didn’t come save this island?” 

“Amy!” Vanilla hissed, as Knuckles immediately flinched back. 

“Hey!” Tails glared at her. “It’s a big planet. We’re doing our best.” 

Vanilla put a hand on Amy’s arm to calm her down, and then she looked over the boys across from her. “How old are you?” she asked.

Tails hesitated, but Knuckles answered, “Not sure. I was on an island for most of my life. Tails thinks I’m… what was it?” 

“Fifteen or sixteen.” Tails rolled his eyes. “I’ve done health scans on him after intense battles and my computers think that’s about his stage of development.” 

“And you…?” 

Tails took a long sip of tea, before staring down at the ground. “Uh. I’m eight years old, ma’am.” 

Vanilla sat back, breathing in long and deep. Amy, not really sure what the point of this was, said, “Okay. So what is–?”

At the same time, Sonic said, a bit louder, “What’s the plan? We need to get out there as soon as we can.” 

Knuckles snorted. “Plan? Tails’s already got at least three. He always does.” 

Tails bit his lip. “I mean. I’ve only got two right now.”

“Still good. Spill.” 

The fox looked across the table to Amy. “Can I see the chaos emerald?” Hesitantly, Amy pulled the gem from her quills, glanced at Vanilla, and passed it across to him. He held it gently, spinning it in his hands. “Okay. This might work out better than the johnkoivulaite.” 

“The what?” Knuckles scrunched his nose.

“The purple one.” 

“Okay. Why?” 

Tails took a deep breath, and then passed the emerald back to Amy, who clutched it tight before putting it back. “Remember when I said I had a side-project behind the dividers, back at the workshop?” 

“Yeah?” 

“No.” Amy said, and Sonic elbowed her. “Ow!” 

Tails continued, “Do you also remember saying something about fake chaos emeralds?” 

Knuckles stared at him. “You didn’t.” 

Vanilla laughed nervously. “A… fake chaos emerald? You can’t just… make one of those.” 

“You’re right. It took over twenty-four hours to synthesize.” Tails kicked back his chair, letting it rock slightly on two legs. “And I needed to obtain essential data from the one we managed to get our hands on. But we can actually shave a couple hours off of the creation by dying it gold instead of purple. I’ll send a message to–” 

“I don’t get it.” Sonic, pacing behind Amy, spoke up. “Why make a fake chaos emerald?” 

“You said that cannon is powered by the chaos emeralds, and Shadow’s trying to get all seven of them to get it to max capacity.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah, uh?” Amy questioned. “How’d you figure that out?” 

“The fake emerald I’m creating should work as a buffer.” the fox explained. “Actually, better than a buffer, it should function as a complete reversal. Put that thing into your cannon, it’ll instantly depower it, giving us time to collect the other six and escape back to Earth.” 

“So we are going to the ARK.” Knuckles said. 

“Of course we are!” Amy hissed. “Cream’s there. We need to get her back.” 

“Uh, I don’t know if you understand.” Tails said, before pointing between the hedgehogs, and him and Knuckles. “We are going to the ARK. Sonic’s already given us the rundown that Shadow’s trying to get you onto the space-station so he’ll feel less bad about killing everyone else. We gotta keep you on Earth.” 

“That was the plan.” Sonic said. “But now someone has to go to the ARK, and we’re not just gonna let you two go alone.” 

“It was your idea to stay as far away from him as possible.” 

“Yeah, when he didn’t have a kid’s life and yours hanging in the balance.” he narrowed his eyes, ignoring Vanilla’s flinch. 

“Tails and I can handle ourselves.” Knuckles growled. 

“Against Shadow, on his home turf? You’re gonna get creamed.” 

Amy nodded. “He’ll literally flatten you.” 

“Not only do we know our way around,” Sonic picked up, “But we stand a chance against him in a fight. You two take care of Robotnik and the bat-girl. Amy, you’ll go after Shadow and the kid–”

“Cream.” Amy said sharply.

“Right, Cream. I’ll take the emeralds.” 

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Do you even remember how to work it?” 

“Do you?” he waved a hand. “I know the ARK computers. I can figure it out.” 

“Or I’ll figure it out.” Tails said. 

“Why can’t I go for the computers? I’m better at tech than you are.” Amy said. 

“Because someone needs to convince Shadow to stop trying to kill people. And he’ll listen to you.” 

Amy raised a brow. “Why isn’t he listening to you? Aren’t you his–”

Sonic flinched, as if struck, and waved his hands wildly, hissing for her to shut it. Amy slapped a palm over her mouth, eyes wide, before glancing nervously to a confused Tails and Knuckles. After an awkward beat, she swallowed, and then said, “Seriously. Why isn’t he listening to you?” 

“He’s… being stubborn.” 

“Is it because of Maria?” 

“No.” he said, far too quickly. “You can talk him down. I’ll handle the emeralds.” 

Awkwardly, Knuckles said, “Ooooookay, that’s a decent plan. I see why it’s Plan A. What’s Plan B?”

Tails’s face flushed, and he took another sip of tea, before finally answering, “You’re not gonna like Plan B.” 

“Why?” 

A deep sigh, followed by another sip of tea. Then, “So. If we can’t get the fake emerald to the cannon, or if it doesn’t work… we still need something to depower the cannon. And Plan B is depowering the emeralds instead of the machine.” 

“You can depower the emeralds?” Vanilla asked, confused. 

“There’s… one way.” Tails awkwardly looked at his echidna friend. Knuckles stared at him, confused, before his eyes widened in realization. 

“No.” 

“Knuckles–”

“No.” 

“Listen.” 

“The Master Emerald stays on Angel Island.” 

“The Master Emerald’s real?” Amy gaped. “It’s not just a myth?” 

“Yeah. The Professor got that wrong.” Sonic growled. 

“Also, what’s Angel Island?” 

“No need to worry about that,” Knuckles hissed, “Because nobody is going to Angel Island, and the Master Emerald stays.”

“Knux, listen.” Tails sighed. “With the Emerald-powered systems I set up across the island, and the experiments I’ve already done on the Master Emerald’s readings–”

“Which I didn’t want you to do, if you recall!” 

“–I can use some of the syphoned energy to keep the island afloat for a day or two. Far more time than we need.” 

“It’s not happening, Tails.” Knuckles snapped. “Not only is that a major risk, putting that emerald anywhere near Robotnik is, hands down, the dumbest idea you’ve ever come up with.” 

“He’s already got six of the emeralds! The Master is the only thing that can neutralize the effects–”

“Hold on!” Amy interrupted. “When did he get six? I knew Shadow had one–” 

“It’s a long story. We don’t need to get into it.” Sonic said. “What we need to do is get to the ARK, save Cream, and get Shadow to stand down as fast as possible.” 

“Which will be hard to do,” Amy said, turning in her chair to glare at him, “If I don’t know what we’re doing.” 

“We can explain in the plane.” Tails suggested. 

“The what?” Amy threw up her hands. “See? We’ve got a plane now?”

“Also,” Vanilla asked, glancing between everyone, “How are you getting to the ARK? Amy said it’s in space.” 

“Teleporting will be extremely difficult at this distance,” Sonic said, “But I can definitely try it.” 

“Yeah, and get yourself killed?” Amy scoffed. “You’re not Shadow, you’ll expend too much chaos energy.” 

“Amy, we–”

“I’ve already been tracking several of Robotnik’s shuttle locations. We can use those.” Tails said. “But we’ll have to stop at my workshop to get the fake-emerald, and then Angel Island–”

“We’re not going to Angel Island.” Knuckles insisted. 

“Yeah, we are.” 

“No, we’re not!” he slammed his hands on the table, causing Vanilla to jump. “Come up with a new Plan B!” 

“Okay, you find us a chaos-emerald-neutralizer in the next hour!” 

Amy shouted, “What is Angel Island?” 

“Amy.” Sonic said. “Not now.” 

“Okay, when? When’s a good time? When we’re dead?” she snapped. 

Sonic froze for a second. “What?” 

She pushed her teacup away. “Sonic. Why the hell did Shadow say Maria wanted him to blow up the planet?” 

“He– don’t worry about that.” 

“Don’t worry about it? You’re telling me that our Maria told him to–”

“She didn’t tell him that.” 

“Then why does he think it?” 

“I don’t…” Sonic shut his eyes. “Amy, we need to move on with the plan. We don’t have time to explain everything to you.” 

“Oh? Says Mr ‘What’s that? What’s that’?” Amy snapped, pointing at random parts of the room. 

Sonic bristled. “Only did that cause you said we shouldn’t do anything useful until we had tea. I can shut up and focus when the mission calls for it.” 

She stared at him with fiery eyes, before pushing her chair back with a loud scrape as she stood to her feet. Before Sonic could react, she grabbed his forearm, and began to yank him towards the back door. “We need to talk.” 

“What the– Amy!” 

Vanilla started to stand, but Tails held out a hand, gesturing for her to sit back down. “I have a feeling we don’t wanna get involved in this.” 

“Good.” Knuckles said, as Amy threw open the door. “We can use the time to list all of the reasons we’re not going to Angel Island.” 

“Knuckles!” 

Sonic stopped hearing their argument as Amy slammed the door shut behind her, dragging him off the porch and down beside a bundle of bushes. Once there, she spun on her heel, staring up at him. When she saw he was looking in amazement at the farm’s landscape, she snapped her hand beside his head, making him snap his attention back to her.

“Alright, hedgehog.” she hissed, her voice dropping low. “You’re going to start explaining things to me and you’re going to start now.” 

“Amy!” Sonic started, before glaring at her. “What is wrong with you right now?” 

“With me?” she shook her head, eyes wide, before stepping back. “Sonic, three days ago I was smashing people’s heads to try and keep us alive. And I failed. I’m not failing again.”

“You didn’t fail, Amy–”

“Maria is dead, Sonic.” Amy’s voice broke, and she reached forwards, shoving his chest and pushing him backwards. He stumbled, as she continued, “You know what else? Grandfather is dead. Every single person on the ARK is dead except us. And now we’re here, fifty years later, with no idea why, or what the hell we’re supposed to do now. What even are we without her? Without any of them?” 

Sonic couldn’t answer that. “Amy… Amy, you need to calm down.”

“No! I’m done being calm!” Amy pushed him again. “I’m done, Sonic! Because look at me! I’m saying all this shit, but it’s not about us anymore! It’s about that little girl!” she gestured to the house. “There is a child in direct danger now and if anything happens to her it’ll be my fault!” 

“Amy–”

“She is six years old, Sonic! Six!” Amy shouted. “Do you remember being six? Fresh outta the tube? Do you remember how fucking scared we were? How fucking alone we were? Without a single person treating us like a kid? That little girl is my friend, Sonic, and she doesn’t deserve to see any of the shit we’ve seen! Now she’s up in an empty fucking space station with an evil scientist who’s terrorized her town, and a hedgehog who’s clearly gone insane! How do we know Shadow’s not going to hurt her?” 

“He would never!” 

“Well, I thought he’d never try to activate the Eclipse Cannon and blow up the planet, but here we are!” Another push to Sonic’s chest. “Cream should be down here picking flowers and playing with her chao, and now she’s stuck in this with us! She’s on the fucking ARK! Shit, Sonic, there could still be bodies up there!” 

Sonic inhaled sharply. “N-no. No, they wouldn’t–”

“They could kill her, Sonic. After she and her family have been nothing but kind to me. For no reason! They didn’t want anything from me! All this for what? For me to get her killed?”  

“She’s not going to die.” Sonic clenched his fist. “Nobody else is going to die.” 

“So act like it and fucking tell me what I need to know!” Amy screamed. “Because I am done, Sonic! I’m done with being talked over and with being shut up and with not being told shit about anything that’s happening!” 

“Ames–”

“The Professor didn’t tell us we were made as military weapons until they were already ready to sell me off to them!” Amy cried. “Maria didn’t tell us how bad her disease would get until she was having a seizure on the ground in front of us! And then you and Shadow wouldn’t even trust me enough to tell me you were playing backrooms fucking bingo while I was doing automated tests!” 

“Hey–”

“Automated! Fucking! Tests! They weren’t even watching me!” she threw down her hands, pink chaos sparks bursting from them. “And where did that get them? Dead in a fucking hallway! Nobody told us shit and now look at us! We don’t know shit! We don’t know what DNA runs through us, Sonic! We don’t know why GUN decided to kill us or if we’ll ever find out! There’s probably a thousand things we don’t know that the Professor could’ve told us but didn’t! We don’t even know if we could’ve saved Maria!” 

Her voice broke. Shaken, Sonic watched her step back, breathing shakily and putting her head in her hands. 

“So. I’m done.” she looked up, then, her face steel and resolute. “I’m done. If I’m going to get Shadow to stand down, you’re going to give me every scrap of information you have on what the hell he’s even thinking. And you’re going to tell me why someone who looks exactly like our grandfather is terrorizing the planet! You’re going to tell me who those two are–” she gestured to the door, “And how you ended up with them. You’re going to tell me how you and Shadow got out of your fucking pods in the first place! No more ‘only relevant information.’ We’re well past that.” 

Sonic stared at her. She slowly lowered her hands, crossing her arms and trying to glare at him. Trying being the keyword, because he could tell she was about to cry. 

Slowly, very slowly, he said, “Wait. Who taught you how to swear?” 

A beat. She looked at him, aghast, and then, despite herself, let out a laugh. She quickly snuck a hand over her mouth, but the damage was done. “No. You’re not getting out of this.”

“I’m not trying to.” Sonic said, truthfully. “Really. But now I’m pissed. Do you know how long I was censoring myself around you?” 

She blinked a tear out of her eye, and then laughed again. “Sonic.” 

“Seriously! Where’d you learn the word ‘fuck’?” 

“We were raised on a military base, Sonic. Everyone was swearing.” 

“But not around you! You were the baby! Dude, could I have been saying ‘fuck’ this entire time?” 

Amy doubled over in laughter. Then, she looked up, tears streaming down her face. Through laughter, she said, in a cracked voice, “I– this isn’t funny. This isn’t funny, I shouldn’t…” 

He raced over, hugging her tight. At that, she began to laugh and cry at the same time. She lifted an arm to punch against his chest, but not hard like before. Not even enough to push him away. “Amy.” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be– I–” she finally stopped laughing, and just kept crying. “I–” 

Sonic shut his eyes and held her closer, burying his head in her shoulder. “All this happened so fast, Amy, I didn’t get to say that I missed you.” 

She blinked, and then fell against him, her body wracked with sobs, as she finally hugged him back, almost hurting him with how tight she clung. But he stood firm, grabbing her back, and hiding his face so she didn’t see his own quiet tears.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Everything’s just going so– it’s just so much. So much is going on and I don’t even understand half of what’s happening.” 

Amy choked back another cry, sniffling and struggling to catch her breath, before saying, “She’s really gone.” 

“Yeah.” was all he could say without breaking. 

“What do we do, Sonic? After all this? Why did we live and not her?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Why… please, Sonic. Why does Shadow think she–”

“I don’t know, Amy.” Sonic slowly pried himself away from his friend. She managed to keep herself standing, wiping her nose on her arm and sniffling. “He… he doesn’t seem right. He’s not in his right mind.” 

“Clearly.” she snorted, and then started crying harder again. 

Sonic grabbed both her shoulders, waiting until she looked up at him to continue. “He… when I found him, he thought we were both dead.”

She shook herself. “I was scared you might be, too.” 

“Not just scared. He was convinced, Ames. And he said he was going to destroy the planet because–”

“Maria told him to?” 

“When she… but I don’t believe him. She wouldn’t do that.” 

“And Shadow wouldn’t blow up the planet?” 

Sonic flinched. “Amy?” 

She sighed, before shrugging his hands off her shoulders, running her hands through her quills. “People can change when they’re threatened with death, Sonic. They can change completely. They will do anything to keep themselves alive. And the ones who accept they can’t do anything… can get angry.” 

“You don’t seriously think she would’ve told him to destroy the planet?” Sonic said. “Maria?” 

Amy thought for a long moment. Then she shook her head. “No. I don’t think that. Not from her.” She took a deep breath. “But Shadow was there longer than us. We can’t just throw out the possibility–” 

“And then what? If she did tell him that? Are we just gonna… let him?” 

Once again, Amy shook her head. “I’m not letting anything happen to these people. I already failed to protect Cream. I…” she shut her eyes tight, then said, “I’m scared, Sonic. I’m so fucking scared, and I shouldn’t be. I should be stronger than that.” 

Sonic grabbed her hands. “You made it three days on your own. You’re strong, Ames.” 

“I just can’t let her die like…” She didn’t finish that sentence. She didn’t need to. They stared at each other for a moment, and then her voice came out soft. “How are you doing?” 

“Don’t worry about me, Rosie-Rascal.” he forced a smile. “You’ve got enough on your mind.” 

“But… with Shadow. I don’t know if I can fight him. Are you…?” 

“We’re…” he shivered. “We’re not fighting him. We’re subduing him. We just need to convince him that… that revenge isn’t the answer.” 

“And then what?” 

“And then… then…” 

He felt a bit of relief when they heard the house door creaking open, interrupting his struggle to find anything to say. The relief faded when Vanilla raced out, grabbing onto the pole of the porch stairs. 

“Hey, um, Amy? …Sonic?” she was out of breath. “Uh… the… Robotnik’s on the TV.” 

“What?” Amy said. 

Sonic wasted no time, racing back into the house… and then running right back out. 

“Where’s the TV?” 

Vanilla gestured to Amy, who sighed and grabbed his hand, dragging him behind her as she raced back in and yanked him into the living room. A growling Tails stood in front of the fireplace and beneath the television screen, arms crossed as he looked up at the image of Robotnik, standing before a bright blue screen, strange text spreading out behind him as he spoke. 

Sonic started. “Whoa! That’s way bigger than I expected.”

“Yeah, screens got bigger than they were fifty years ago.” Amy remarked.

Knuckles, who was already cracking his hands, clued them in, “The television turned on by itself. Now he won’t shut up.” 

“...soon-to-be the world’s greatest ruler!” the man was declaring. “Now, witness the beginning of the greatest empire of all time! Hahaha!” 

Then he fell silent, smirking. 

“Oh, he shut up.” Knuckles said. 

“That’s not a good sign.” Tails reprimanded. 

Chocola, who was floating midair, let out a sudden cry, throwing their paws over their earholes. Amy raced to them, just as something incredibly bright caught their eyes outside the window. The boys raced in that direction, peering into the night sky as Knuckles threw open the glass.

“What is that? A star?” he asked, looking up at the sudden, bright light that had appeared far up above their heads. 

Sonic’s face paled, and he shook his head. “That’s the ARK.” 

“What do you mean ‘that’s the ARK’?” Knuckles hissed, as Tails swore. 

“I told you six emeralds would be enough to break open a comet!” Sonic shook his head, hugging himself. 

“There aren’t any comets nearby.” Tails said. “At least not big enough for the population to see. If he’s trying to demonstrate its power, it’s a shit demonstration.” 

A bright blue light blasted across the sky, and struck directly against the full moon. 

“Oh, shit!” Tails cried. 

Amy, hugging Chocola to her side, peered out the window with the others as they watched the light fade, revealing the moon, shattered in half, pieces of it drifting off into space.

Robotnik’s laugh echoed from the television behind them. They turned, slowly, to see a countdown on the screen, just off twenty-four hours. 

“Okay, Knuckles.” Tails said, very slowly. “Wanna tell me again about how we can’t use the Master Emerald?” 

Knuckles shut his eyes. “Fuck.”

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