#my chest will get cold and fast with fear and my mind wont shut off and itll never go away

[july-19th-club]

my brother's confidence in my ability to get better with sleeping is making me so anxious that I can't sleep lol also making me afraid that all my coping mechanisms will stop working and I won't even be able to sleep with the otc aides I have used in emergencies up till now. And that I'll stop being able to sleep after a bad night and wind up having it like him and my mother with multiple bad nights in a row like just thinking about it has made me terrified of it and I don't think that fear is going away he wants to talk about it like I have some kind of special insight and I DONT! I'm terrified that I'll lose all the progress I've made and nights like this where I lie awake with my heart pounding after a completely relaxing day make me absolutely certain of it like I am going to never be able to trust my ability to sleep again and all the tricks will stop working and I'll get in a wreck or something just trying to get to work in the winter because ill be chronically sleep deprived and that'll just make me more anxious viscious cycle forever and its not his fault but it IS for acting like I'm doing better which is tempting fate into making sure I'm not

[inkykeiji]

anonymous said: i would like to suggest, keigo having you on speed dial to call you up and use you whenever he's too pent up because his public girlfriend wont sleep with him. you feel guilty for being the other woman but you were such a big fan of his. you want to end this but keigo isn’t about to let his little bird get away

warnings: 18+, dubcon, rough sex, manipulation, minimal prep, cheating, mentions of caning, noncon photography, dacryphilia, slight degradation peppered with slight praise

words: 3.3k

Gentle vibrations coursing through your mattress and quivering softly against your skin rouse you from your half-conscious state, bleary eyes blinking slowly as you gain your bearings again. It’s late, the wall of full-length crystal windows allowing the moon’s beams to stream into your condo, weakened by the magnificent glow of the city below it, encased in halos of turquoise and jade and violet.

And then, the vibrations start again, and your heart drops.

You know who it is before you even glance at the screen of your phone. Only one person ever calls you this late.

You had been expecting it, to be honest. Crime has hit an all-time high, and it seems like every time you turn on the news, or scroll through your social media feed, there’s a fresh story about a new villain he’s just defeated, headlines in big bold letters, peppered with photos of windswept golden hair and an award-winning smile, or grainy footage of him zipping around, so fast he’s just a blur of gold and crimson, as he neutralizes the enemy, serif words chalk full of praise for the Number Two Hero. As always.  

It makes you sick, makes your stomach churn with a toxic mixture of guilt and revulsion.

Yet, in spite of this, your hand moves on its own, disobeying your brain as it screams at it to let it go to voicemail, just this once, thumb pressing that little green button before bringing the heavy electronic to your ear, quiet and groggy as you answer.

“I’m in the lobby,” his smooth voice, always laced with just a hint of cheekiness, flows through the speaker like melted chocolate, dark and decadent. “Let me in?”

You know he could get in on his own if he really wanted to—he chose this building for a reason, after all. He chose you for a reason, after all.

He could’ve had anyone—could still have anyone—he wanted, with a plethora of beautiful, adoring, devoted young women hanging on his every word, but he picked you. He picked you, because no matter how dedicated and supportive all of those other girls are, none of them have ever loved him the way you did—the way you do.

The feeling lingers, much to your disgust. It lingers when he gives you that gentle, private smile—the one the cameras have never seen, the one that he saves just for you, in the middle of the night after he’s filled you with cum and sucked his name into your neck; lingers when he murmurs sweet nothings into your hair, arms curling around you in the early morning sun; lingers when he fucks you stupid, until you’re a sobbing, drooling mess, until all you can think about is his cock.

The soles of your bare feet echo as they pad against the marble floor, powerless to stop the heavy sigh that slips from between your lips as you fiddle with the little keypad close to the front door, those soft beepbeepbeeps forcing chills to skitter across your skin.

Once, this condo had been everything you had ever wanted. Once, you had considered yourself lucky to be the mistress of such a well-known, distinguished, so-called good man. Once, you had dreamt of him, every single night, of lazy smiles and easygoing drawls, of wicked golden eyes and matching tousled hair.

Once.

Now, it feels like nothing but a cold, empty cage. Fitting, you snort to yourself, shaking your head a little.

Now, all of those extravagant items he had bought for you—the expensive coffee machine, the stupidly massive 4K TV, all of the shimmering dresses and lavish coats, the silk sheets outfitting your gigantic bed, the delicate Agent Provocateur lingerie—have bile rising in the back of your throat, coating your tongue in bitterness, dread sinking thick and heavy in your stomach, turning your blood to concrete in your veins.

Now, that golden gaze makes your skin crawl, those large, impossibly soft hands—protected by those ridiculous gloves, of course—make you want to scrub your body with scalding water until it’s raw, until you’ve ridded yourself of his stare, of his touch, of his scent—sickly sweet and sticky like toffee, blazing and spicy like cinnamon.

And yet, the feeling still lingers, taking root deep at the very core of your body, feeding off your soul like a fucking parasite.

Teeth clack against yours the moment your front door swings open, your body slammed up against the wall a second later as he skillfully kicks the door shut, producing an echo of tremors through the surrounding walls much too loud for three in the morning.

Hands, silky and smooth, are gliding up your bare thighs, playing with the hem of your lacy babydoll slip, lithe fingers tangling in it and pulling as he sucks on your tongue.

“Missed you,” he mumbles between kisses, catching your bottom lip and tugging on it just to hear you whine, a delicious chuckle vibrating against your mouth a moment later, inspiring a shameful, scalding heat to begin spreading in the pit of your belly. “So much,”

“Did you?” and you hate how breathless you already are, hate the way your head tilts and neck arches as his lips travel down the sensitive skin, nipping gently with his front teeth.

“You know I did,” he singsongs, but you can hear the irritation sown into his tone. Hands grip your shoulders, pinning you against the wall, a soft noise of surprise escaping your lips. “Mm,” he hums appreciatively, pulling back a little as lidded eyes scan your form, dark like thick caramel when they meet yours again. “You know this one’s my favourite,”

It is, composed entirely of scarlet lace that dips just below your sternum, the delicate material clinging to your body like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination.

His hands roam, taking the hem of the dainty fabric with him as he pushes it over your hips, up your abdomen and to your breasts, before letting the garment slide down your body again.

The softest, sweetest mewl of his name escapes your lips as the tip of his tongue flicks over a lace covered nipple, circling it once before taking it between his teeth and tugging slightly.

Another laugh, deep and dark, vibrates against your chest, while a hand slips between your thighs, a soft groan rumbling in his chest.

“Such a good, good girl for me, aren’t you?” Two fingers rub achingly slow circles into your clit, Keigo’s tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at a pert nipple again, drenching the lace in saliva. “Following the rules, just like I asked,”

A whimper catches in your throat and you nod, spikes of sharp fear shooting through your stomach as faded memories float languidly through your mind. You can barely remember it, brain so delirious from the pain that you hardly retained any of the experience, but the sound of the cane slicing through the air, mingled with the sound of your own wails echoing throughout the bachelor condo, the intense sting of its impact against your bare skin, the ache in your fingers from gripping the bedsheets that lingered for days later…Those you remember.

He had turned your backside into a brilliant piece of art, you remember him telling you, the morning after when gentle fingers were rubbing cream into your wounds, the obnoxious click! of his phone camera sounding a few moments later seared into your memory. Such a beautiful masterpiece, full of periwinkle and indigo, and it was all for him—because of him.

You couldn’t sit properly for a week and a half after the incident, and that you’ll never forget, either.

All because you had broken one teeny tiny rule, a rule you didn’t even know was a rule, a rule you thought he had been joking about—no panties when sleeping.

Two fingers pushing into your little hole snaps your mind back to the present, a whine falling from your lips as your hips push towards his palm, instantly craving more of him. Curved lips, formed in the shape of a sinful smirk, drag along your jaw as he murmurs to you. You like that, baby? Huh? Did you miss me as much as I missed you?

It’s only been a few days since you saw him last, but you find yourself nodding anyway, breathy little yeses exhaled through parted lips as his fingers pump in and out of you, knuckles curling with each pull out, catching on the spot that has you moaning out his name, that has you pathetically trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, that has you begging for more.

He’s always impatient anyway, barely takes any time to stretch you out—just enough so it isn’t uncomfortable for him, really, scissoring his fingers and grinding the heel of his palm against your clit until it’s throbbing, until he deems you wet enough to take him.

The drywall quivers as Keigo deftly spins you, shoving you against it, a low whine sounding in the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna fuck you in this,” he says decidedly, as if he’s just chosen what his lunch will be for tomorrow, big hands roaming over your ass, kneading and squeezing.

“Keigo, please, not here—”

“Shh,” he hushes you, and his voice is so gentle, so tender, gathering the delicate lace in his fists and pushing it up, up, up, until it bunches around your waist. “Be good for me, yeah?” sharp teeth sink into the back of your neck hard enough to break the skin, an alpha marking his territory, your responding cry muffled by the wall. “I’ve had such a long day,” he mumbles against you, licking over the bite. “Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you all day, y’know,” his hips grind against your ass, hard cock nearly slipping between your cheeks and accentuating his point, the thin fabric of his grey sweatpants being the only barrier between you. “And that bitch couldn’t satisfy me right even if her life depended on it,”

His tone darkens at the end, and you hate the way it still manages to send a flock of butterflies fluttering through your stomach, hole clenching greedily around nothing.

“So be a good girl—” a slap echoes throughout the empty apartment as his palm collides with your skin. “—and lift your hips for me,”

And then he’s tugging, hands wrapped around your hips as blunt nails dig into your flesh and hoist up, forcing you onto your tiptoes. You obey, of course, because you always obey, aiding him by pushing your ass towards him, chest and cheek pressed up against the wall.

A shiver courses through your body as he leans away for a moment, taking his body heat with him, the shutter of his phone camera click!ing a few times in quick succession.  

“Fuck,” he breathes, heat returning as he taps the head of his cock against your soaking cunt, reveling in the soft, wet little slaps. “You’re so beautiful,”

And he sounds so honest, so sincere, unexpected tears springing into your eyes and blurring your vision. Because his words shouldn’t, they absolutely shouldn’t inspire a deep warmth to bloom in your chest, but they do. It’s selfish, and pathetic, and derisive, sour shame taking root at your core a moment later, black and inky and rushing through your veins, eating up the warmth in an instant.

But Keigo shatters it all a second later with one quick, sharp thrust, burying himself deep within you, cockhead nudging against your cervix.

A yelp hitches in your throat at the sudden action, tears spilling over your lashline as your little hole burns, struggling to accommodate his girth. “Too thick, Kei, too thick,”

He doesn’t care, he tells you with a breathless chuckle, hips setting a punishing pace right from the start, refusing you even a moment to adjust. He knows you love it, he says to you, words growled into your ear with a sadistic smile, punctuated by the harsh slap of skin against skin that accompanies each of his thrusts.

Your nails scrape against the drywall, trying in vain to grip something, anything, to keep you upright as he pounds into you. A harsh gust of wind swirls around you, cool against your heated skin, and then his wings are caging you in, slamming against the drywall with such force that bits of it crack and crumble. Your hands fly out to grip them, little fingers curling around the edges as you try to keep yourself steady for him.

The sweetest moan escapes his lips, hoarse and whiny in the back of his throat as you clamp down on them, fingers slotting through the sharp feathers, hissing through your teeth as they leave superficial cuts along your sensitive skin.

It’s beginning to build, that familiar heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips, broken whimpers and airy little Kei!’s slipping from your parted lips as your legs begin to tremble.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest as he tells you to keep standing, damn it, the order spit through clenched teeth as his fingers grip your hips, spots of blue and purple blooming under them.

You’re trying, you want to tell him, words leaving your throat in the form of pitiful little sobs as your fingers clutch his wings, joints aching and stiff from being curled in the same position for so long.

The heat is rising, higher and higher and higher until your choking on it, scalding your tongue and blistering your throat.

“M’gonna—” you gasp out, the words garbled with spit as teary eyes roll back in your skull.

“Yeah—Y-Yeah,” he encourages breathlessly, hips gaining more speed with each piston into you, cock repeatedly dragging against that spot, the one that alights your entire body, that shoots tingling sparks up your spine and through your veins. “C’mon, baby, cum for me, cum—” a low grunt cuts him off, hips stuttering. “—Cum on my cock,”

It’s pathetic, really, how quickly your body obeys, knees nearly buckling as uncontrollable mewls of his name escape your lips, catching in your chest with his ruthless thrusts as you gush around him, cute little cunt clenching almost painfully on his thick cock.

“Good—Good girl. Now beg for it,” and he’s nearly whining, voice cracking as his movements begin to falter.

Pleads spill from your lips before you even know what you’re saying, voice absolutely wrecked as you beg for him to please, gimme your cum, please k-keigo, want it, I want it, I want it, fill me up, please, please, please!

Honestly, how can he deny you when you’re asking so nicely, so prettily for him, hips messily pounding into you three more times before he stills, the weight of his body crushing you against the wall as his cock pulses, filling you with ropes upon ropes of thick, hot cum.  

And he’s relentless that night, insatiable that night—fucking you over the arm of the couch, deep and hard and fast, cockhead slamming against your bruised cervix as a hand fists in your hair and yanks you up, snarling out the dirtiest words as his lips graze your ear, then praising you for being such a good little cockslut for him; fucking you in your giant jacuzzi bathtub, nimble fingers digging into your hips as he forces you to ride him, reinstating the fresh bruises from not long before; fucking you into your plush mattress, sharp hipbones signing his name into the soft flesh of your inner thighs in blotches of navy and violet as endless tears leak from your eyes, streaming into your hairline, head beginning to throb from dehydration.

The sun is just beginning to rise, peaking over the horizon and painting the city in a soft golden light. The buzzing of a phone on your nightstand rouses you from your half-asleep state for the second time, lifting your head to blink blearily at Keigo, who rolls his eyes without even glancing at the caller. It’s her—you know it is, calling to ask him where the hell he is, if he’s alright, if he’s coming home soon, if he’s safe—and acrid guilt settles on your tongue.

He lets it go to voicemail without a second thought.

“I hate her,”

“Break up with her, then,”

“And what, date you?” he snorts, and although you know he doesn’t mean for it to, it still stings. Rolling over, he turns to face you, his head propped up by his palm. “You know I wish I could,” he says softly, his free hand reaching out to cup your cheek, fingers grazing your cheekbone. “You know I would if I could, but…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t need to—you’ve heard it a thousand times before.

Doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

But she’s the daughter of a world-renowned, established hero—you’re a quirkless nobody. But she’s good for his image, good for his brand—you’re not.

Sometimes, though, after he’s fucked you into a boneless mess, when he’s laying in your bed with a cigarette perched so artfully between his fingers, he opens up, allows you a tiny peak inside that gorgeous head of his.

Tonight it’s something you’ve heard before, but you don’t mind listening anyway, drawing nonsensical patterns on his bare chest, little fingers following the dips and curves of strong muscle, gliding under smooth skin that almost shines gold in the pale morning light, little blonde hairs catching in the beams as he breathes slowly.

It fucking sucks, he’s telling you, honey eyes trained on your finger’s movements, following its ministrations in a trance. He never wanted this—never asked for this, he admits to you, as he has so many times before, at four in the morning when the city is at its quietest, just before it begins to wake with the dawn of the sun. He hates it, all of the obligations and responsibilities that have been thrust upon him since he was a child.

“Sometimes I feel like my spine’s gonna fucking crack under all of it,” he laughs a little, though it’s wobbly and frail, looking away from you as he stubs out his cigarette.

“It’s just exhausting,” he flops onto his back with a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling. And you can hear it, his voice heavy with fatigue, with the duties that have been forced upon him, the ideals he’s been forced to uphold, laced with a hint of melancholy.

It makes your heart ache, despite the derision you now feel towards him. You don’t know his struggle—never could, never will—but he looks so…sad, eyes desolate as they gaze up at nothing, lips pressed together in a thin line. And that spark of love, the one you repeatedly keep trying to snuff out, blazes with the need to comfort him.

Reaching over, gentle fingers card through his sweaty golden locks, soft and shining in the dim light. His chest rises and falls with the effort of another sigh, eyes closing briefly at your touch, nuzzling ever so slightly into you.

“But at least I’ve got you, right?” he rolls onto his side, hands finding your hips as he drags you towards him, pulling you into his embrace and crushing your body against his chest. “You’ll never leave me, will you, my little bird,”

And although it isn’t phrased as a question—because he already knows the answer—you respond anyway, swallowing thickly against the acid rising past the lump lodged in your throat. “No, Keigo, never,”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

maybe for pirate kai pt.2, Reader had been working for overhaul for a while, when an enemy ship attacks the Shie Hassaikai ship and the captain of it takes reader cuz he's interested in her. this makes kai furious and fights to rescue her, which makes him realize that he actually developed feelings for her at the end?

"You missed a spot." That voice which you came to hate and feel shivers at only hearing from afar spoke from behind you as you scrubbed the floor with a mop.

You turned to give him a dirty look behind your shoulder as he merely raised one of his eyebrows with arms crossed over his chest.

How you wanted to give just a piece of your mind to this fucked up Captain... but the fear of being throw on a icy cold sea surrounded by sharks just like the last time. So it was better than remain quiet and atture.

... but that doesn't mean you couldn't at least give one or two snarky comments to him.

"If you think that is such a shitty job then why dont you do it asshole?" You mumbled while aggressively shoving the mop on the bucket and then splashing rather close to his shiny boots.

"What is the fun of having a slave then? I can clean properly later, is much better when I can see you here paying for what you did, and slowly watch that hope to get out of here fade away." His boots echoes on the deck as he threw you a dark glance before walking off.

You mimicked him talking with your hand before continuing scrubbing the floor.

"You should be grateful!" You deadpanned at hearing Irinaka's voice from above you "Captain doesn't speak with actually no one asides from you!"

"Wish he just could shut it up instead and leave me alone!" You shouted back, flinching at how the strand led shout of a crow left his throat and almost killed your earbuds.

You heard laughter and shouting at your little discussion with Rappa until he shouted again some incoherent words while landing on the deck with a hard thud.

"What the-" you holded the mop close but then he ran past you and shouting after Overhaul.

"CApTAin! FuCK THErE ARe A enEmY ShIp NeArBy And TheY wAn-" overhaul lifted his palm at the man, an action you learned that it was a quite polite 'shut up' but then a canon ball hitted close to Setsuno's head as you screamed.

His golden's eyes narrowed at the direction it came the canon ball as he put it on his hat and started to walk.

"LIFT THAT CANDLE AND GET READY TO ATTACK YOUR BAND OF VERMS!" You widened dyour eyes and clinged onto teh mop in shock at hearing that man shouting and how fast everyone followed to his rules.

"W-What do I do now-?!" You looked at your sides but then Overhaul came by and grabbed your arm and dragged you to the coffins of the ship "LET GO YOU-YOU-! YOU PIRATE!"

"Goadly to know you have some sense." He growled out and pushed you into his office "Dont get out of here." He glared at you before slamming the door.

"Hey!" You punched the door and kicked as the ship started to shake "LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

You heard damon balls and shots and ju God did it scare you shitless. You started to wander off at hearing more and more shouts as you started to search for something, anything that could potentially be useful for self defense.

His desk was clear as ever and some old paintings and books were sprawled and tossed by the way the shipton was going as you looked for anything on the sheets.

You found a book and opened out of curiosity and widened your eyes at it.

"The jerk's jornal..." you muttered as you started to flip pages... even fouding the date where you were prisioned by these pirates.

It had been months since you were kidnapped... by as you started to read the notes and descriptions of ever treasure and how the sea looked for future provisions for traveling you saw your name writen over it.

You furrowed your eyebrows at it...

This (Y/n) is quite a feisty one. Cant follow any of my rules, give snarky comments. By seas, I guess even Rappa Kendo can be more respectful towards me than this little thief rat.

Yet I cant deny there is something... intriguing about her... She does this... witchcraft on my chest. Ever time she leople back at one of my orders I just have to talk back... I have to remain as best as I can to have her on this ship.'

"... this man is crazy or what?" You muttered while reading until you screamed when the door bursted open to see a blue haired man looking his ruby blood eyes with yours and smilling.

"What do we have here?" He spoke nonchantly as you clenched on the diary.

"Another pirate and just a slave of other.maybe?!?!?!" you shouted and yelped when he pointed a gun towards your head.

"Captain Tomura. Pleasure to meet you slave, now come with me before I decided to burst your brains on this neat office of that Captain of yours."

You gulped and followed his orders.

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This Compress guy was good with swords despite having one fucking arm.

"Glad to see you havent changed!" The man smiled and hitted his swords along with his befor ehe twirled Compress's sword and threw at the air and pointe the tips of both at him, one at his throat and other at his heart.

"You miserables never change." He growled before hearing a shot gun and looking at Shigaraki keeping you captive.

Fuck..

"Stay right there Oveehaul, unless you want one of your stolen things yo have her their brain busted."

"P-Please dont. I prefer the cleaning maniac then this man seriously-" you whimpered and Shigaraki laughed as his own crew smirked and giggled.

"Owww! Can we keep her?!" Toga squealed as he threw a dirty look at the teenager.

"We will." Shigaraki smiled "Take us out of here. Kurogiri!" He shouted as some black and purple clouds started to surround the ship as Overhaul saw that one by one were dissapearing.

"Dammit-!" He threw his swords and ran towards Shigaraki, even extending one of his hands towards you "SHIGARAKI GIVE HER BACK-!"

You widened your eyes as Shigaraki grabbed your neck amd put his face close to your before dissapearing.

"Come get her then, Captain Overhaul..."

And just like that they were gone and Chisaki only grabbed the air as his eyes widened.

"Overhaul!" Chrono shouted and came to his side "They hadn't rook anything besides (Y/n), so I guess there is no prejudice-" he flinched when Chisaki pinched the wall of the ship so hard that it broke.

"DAMMIT!" HE shouted so loud that even Rikiya shivered, and just when it finally ended his shouting he ran towards the wheel, even letting his hat fall as he harshly turned the wheel towards where Shigaraki ships had dissapeared.

"The fuck you're doing?!" Rappa shouted while clinging to some place as others did the same to prevent being throwed in the water "THERE'S A STORM COMING OUR WAY YOU FUCKER! WE NEED TO GET OUTTA OF-"

"They stolen something that was mine AND I WONT HAVE LOSE IT! EVERYONE JUST ON THEIR POSITION AND IF ANYONE DARES TO DISOBEY MY ORDERS-" He pointed at the sea while the clouds started to get darker and even some thunder started to echoes "I'M FEEDING THEM TO THE FUCKIING KRAKEN HIMSELF!"

Everyone lowered their heads as Chisaki lead the ship, clenching his jaw at feeling the salty water and drops of rain hit his skin.

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You sighed, rolling your eyes at being tied up on the mast as Shigaraki walkes around while reading Overhaul's diary which you might or not accidentaly stolen.

"My, so you are more than a slave then."

You chuffed and looked at him with hate as the indigo haired man tighten the rope even more around your waist, chest to the mast.

"Yet it seems that you are... huh. Quite special to that fucked up project of a Captain."

"To be honest he does keep his ship and subbordinates better than you do." You mumbled before the ropes around you were cutted and throw over to see Shigaraki glaring at you.

"Kneel, slave." You glared at him back and spitted on his boots as he threw a look to a lizard man.

"Kill this bitch."

You sometimes hated how you were always a snarky woman.

Just before the lizard could even step closer to you a thunder echoed along with a guttural amd terrifying shout as you widened your eyes at the sign of the known ship.

"SHIGARAKI!" The ma shouted and pulled his swords before taking one rope of his ship, running and even throwing himself at the deck of the other ship as the other did the same. Landing perfectly on two foots... excluding Rappa whose fell face planted.

His golden eyes narrowed as he growled at the other male as you could only blink.

"Attack!" Shigaraki commanded as one 13 old boy grabbed you by the waist and dragged you to the top of the mast by climbing on ropes. How? You didn't know.

He clenched his teeth together as he went forward, not caring how much blood he had to drip as he cutted with his swords at anyone who got in his front.

He grabbed one rope and jumped and crawled until you.

"One more step and she is food for the sharks!" The boy shouted while holding only your arm as you were being holded just above the sea as teh thunders echoed.

"Drop then." His comment was so nonchantly as you send him a desperate look.

"Wait what?" The boy spoke as you repeated his words but with more hate and desperatioms towards then.

"Drop. Her." He growled as the boy shrugged.

"You miserable son of a-" you screamed as the boy let go of your wrist and you fell towards the water.

you closed your eyes but when you thought you were going to find frozen water, you were simply ripped off and brought to a warm chest and an arm holding you very tightly against it.

you opened your eyes and screamed again when you realized that Chisaki had also jumped and caught you in the last second, grabbing a rope while you two seemed to fly around the boat.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING MY GOOD NEPTUNE LOVED THAT'S IT- ?!"

"Do you want to stop screaming?" he asked as if it was nothing and turned his head to his subordinates to give the final attack while he fell on his own ship, holding her in his arms in a bride style.

You later on noticed you were clinging to death on him and soon yelped when you meet his nonchantly gaze. Throwing yourself out of his arms.

"L-Lets forget about that." You mumbled as he put his hand behind his neck, only for you to gasp at him grabbing your hand and pulling you to a safe place.

"Stay there."

This time you decided to follow his orders... mostly because you can tease about the blushy om his cheeks later.

So he had feelings towards you for real? Huh....

What a weird pirate...

While he jumped and managed with his swords couldn't get the thoughts of you out of his head... even when he was battling with shigaraki.

Maybe he should invite you to tea later...?

Wait-

"WHAT?!" He shouted while lifting one punch and attacking one enemy from behind.

He was fuming in embarrassment at even the thought... why?! Why did he ever thought about that?!

"Overhaul?" His crewmates asked but he could only concetrate on the tone of your voice and just was actually waiting for him to get back.

What the actual... did he... fell? For a thief rat?

Boy he was screwed.

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

Firelight

Gerlion Rated T and up for minor swearing and minor nudity.

Also, I'm sorry I'm bad at technology and I've only got mobile and they updated it and I dont know/can't figure out how to put a read more break in.

Geralt and Dandelion reunite after a long time apart. Its fluff, complete fluff. They're so soft with one another.

This lovely piece was inspired by art created by @johix with permission I'll figure out how to link it. But I recommend checking out all the art.

It had been nearly nine months since he last saw his bard. It wasn't unusual for their paths to cross and diverge like the threads of a tapestry twinning around one another; close but never consistantly together. Dandelion was often called away to court, to Oxenfurt, or some festivity or other and he always went where he was wanted. Geralt never stopped him; though he often wanted to reach out, grab a slender and deceivingly muscled arm and say, "stay you're wanted here more than they want you anywhere else." But his lips stayed stubbornly shut as he watched the blond ride away on his muleish stead. He would turn his back and tend to the nearest contracts he could find. At first he'd been glad for the others departures, now they left him aching in a way he feared to define. So he would focus on his work, on the Path and push all thoughts of the Bard away until he was alone with inky night and moonlight for company. Then and only then he would wonder what his friend was doing.

This year he had been eager to get back on the path and left the keep far to early. The others had warned him but he was restless, concerned even. He hadn't heard anything from the bard in the three months leading into winter. It was May now. Summer had yet to grace the continent and snow continued to stick stubbornly to her. He hadn't made it to town, and that was okay. He was freezing but he'd dealt with worse. He stoked the fire up and leaned against the tree behind him. He flexed his fingers in his gloves to keep them from growing stiff.

He knows he should have found a cave or some other shelter but he'd been loath to leave the road. The more time he spent on it the more likely he was to run into Dandelion. Instead he began to meditate and wrinkled his nose at the scent of rain permeating the air. He hoped it would hold off until the morrow. He didn't mind rain when he didn't need to be out in the path. Meaning, he liked the rain if he was cooped up in an inn with Dandelion. He always tried to keep him from getting sick, despite the need to be on the oath. But tonight he wasn't in an inn with Dandelion. He was in forest clearing bustled against a dry spot beneath a tree with snow and ice all around him. The thought of being at a warm inn with his musician made his chest ache desperately. Slowly he managed to meditate. Meditation turned to sleep as soon as he chose to lie down in his bed roll. Roach shifted to his left to keep herself warm but never went far.

 

He woke cold and stiff to blue grey light. If he were a normal human and not so fucking cold he'd have probably rolled over and gone back to sleep. But instead he was a witcher and rain scented heavier on the air. That alone is enough to incline him to get a move on with the day. Carefully he stood rolling his joints, they cracked and popped at the movement sore from the last hunt and the cold. He breathed through his nose and set about feeding Roach. Then he turned to begin gathering his supplies. His heart jumped in his chest at the sound of distant music. There was a troupe, if the noise was anything to go by, traveling up the road. They were a ways off and he couldn't make out individual instruments yet. The music was to far away. Still, he forced himself to slow and methodically work through packing everything up at a more subdued pace. He had no way of knowing if Dandelion was with them, but he hoped he was. It was safer for the trabedour to travel with a group and more to his and the bards liking as well.

Satisfied that the group would catch up if he kept Roach to a walk he rejoined the road. This way he would be far enough ahead not to bother them, and close enough that if Dandelion was with them he'd be able to see him. He kept Roach at a careful pace and she seemed content to meander. His coin purse was currently full at his side, and the season was early. He could dally a little. Still he wondered at the futility. It would have been better to write to Oxenfurt or go himself. They would know where to find the poet. He listened as the music drew closer. There were several lutist. Which he could say wasn't uncommon as it was one of the preferred bardic instruments. He strained his ears none the less, Toruviels lute had a specific sound and he was well aquanited with it. He smiled and forced himself not to turn back towards the musicians. He was a witcher, he'd scare them off. He slowed Roach as much as possible. And then he heard it, the stutter of a chord gone off tune and forgotten. They way it would if he complimented the musician while he was playing. He always made the best faces.

"Geralt." He kept Roach moving, gripping the reigns hard in anticipation. Then he heard the murmurs of surprise as Dandelion ran ahead and called out,

"Geralt of Rivia, you gigantic oaf, I know you can hear me!" The indignant tone of Dandelions voice pulled him over the edge of his little game and he stopped. His heart beating a little faster, a little stronger than it ought, as it always did around the poet. He dismounted his horse and held out one hand to give or receive a hug. Something he was growing accustomed to doing with Dandelion. The bard rushed forward unabashed and wrapped his arms, one hand still holding his lute firmly, around Geralt and squeezing with all his strength. Geralt returned the favor, one armed, the other still outstretched to hold Roaches reigns.

The hug lasted longer than it ought to have, and then some. When they finally came apart Geralt raised an eyebrow and absently reached a hand out to brush shoulder length blond curls. He smiled softly amusement curling in his stomach with something far more dangerous.

"What are these?"

"Curls Geralt. You've seen them before."

Dandelion notes with brightness in his eyes. Geralt is being very tender he thinks as he flicks his eyes to the hand still in his hair.

"I know. But I've never seen them on you before. Nobles. Whores. The like."

Geralt says simply and something like sadness tugs at Dandelions heart. He was prepared with a quip but it slips from his tongue and instead he whispers out a breathy,

"You don't like it."

He looks to the ground, body language changing. Geralt smells the acrid scent of disappointment on him almost instantly. Even if he hadn't he'd have realized his mistake. He brushes his hand down and catches the lutists chin pushing it up and then dropping his hand to his shoulder. They have an audience.

"That's not what I said, nor is it what I meant, Dandelion. Introduce us?"

The poets meets his eyes and blinks. Right. Okay. He smiles,

"There isn't much to be said in introduction. I only met this lovely group last night. I don't even know all their names yet."

A short brunette in bright colors hands him his geldings reigns. They know he won't be continuing with them.

The brunette nods to Geralt and speaks softly,

"It was a pleasure to play music with you master Dandelion."

And with that the group turns down the path to the right. Geralt must have worked hard to time it so he'd be seen before they had a chance to turn down the other path. Though Dandelion would not have gone that way anyways.

Geralt looks him up and down again and and he flushes under the scrutiny and then speaks through a genuine smile.

"What is that on your face?"

He nearly reaches up to brush his hands against the white beard. He refrains barely as Geralt does it himself. He's fairly certain the man had forgotten all about it.

"Left the keep early this year. It's warmer like this."

Then he watches Geralt glare at the sky and take a deep breath.

"You'll want to put that in it's case. Smells like rain."

Dandelion moves quickly to follow his instruction and nearly jumps when thunder claps across the mountain range. He shivers and mounts Pegasus.

"Where to?"

Gerlat hesitates a moment. He shouldn't be caught off gaurde but he is. It's always this easy with Dandelion. Easy in a way it has never been with Yennefer, or with anyone else. It's natural almost to the point of being dangerous. He knows that Dandelions will follow him anywhere. Hen wont ask questions, but will walk beside him loyal and true.It eases something in his heart to see the other man beside him again. He settles something in him the way Yennefer never did. He realizes Dandelion is looking at him with raised eyebrows and a cheeky grin.

"That glad to see me?"

He swallows and clears his throat ignoring the second question.

"There is a village up ahead. If you're mule moves fast enough we may make it before the rain gets bad."

Dandelion laughs and the remnants of tension in him depart. They ride in companionable silence for a while before he asks,

"What are you doing all the way out here? The roads and weather are hardly fit for traveling, even for me."

He glances over and meets pools of bright blue sky. The poet is quiet for some time and it's only broken by the wind picking up around them and whispering through the woods as boughs bend beneath its force. The rain comes next and Dandelion finally speaks. Geralt remains facing forward carefully neutral.

"I hadn't heard anything about you in months. I had no idea if you even made it to Kaer Morhen. So, I thought to myself, Dandelion if you get closer to the keep you might hear something. Now, here I am hoping to find out if you're still alive. Figured being close would increase my chances of running into you too. And I suppose it worked."

He seems almost embarrassed Geralt thinks. Only embarrassment isn't an emotion he's ever seen on the musician. He was shameless and full of mirth. He felt deeply, certainly had had bouts of sorrow at times. But embarrassment… no this had to be something else. He seemed sombre. Almost sad as he fell into a silence that meant his thoughts had hold of him. Geralt shook his head, grateful when Dandelion did not ask him the same. Unfortunately he fell unusually quiet, normally he would grumble or speak his thoughts allowed. The silence upset him and he could sense the poet growing morose and gave him some space until he noted the bards teeth chattering. He looked miserable, lips pushed together to keep his teeth from chattering, curls gone limp with the rain. His fingers were probably just as cold as Geralts own. He slowed Roach.

"Wheres your cloak?"

" Forgot to pull it out of my bag."

He laughs. Gerlat could kick himself for not reminding the bard, but then, he was a grown man. Still the thought of him sick…. Absently he removed his outer cloak and handed it over. It wouldn't do to much now but it was a kind gesture none-the-less.

"Geralt, no sense in both of us being cold."

He simply cast Dandelion a withering glance and the trabedour smiled as he took the cloak. Geralt returned to his normal speed and missed the way Dandelion smiled into the fur and breathed deep. He almost missed the whispered "thank you" as well, but the wind carried it to his ears and he held it close.

By the time they passed through the archway of a sleepy little village he didn't know the name of, Dandelion was shivering from the cold. It had started as a thunderstorm and quickly devolved into a snowstorm. And while he had already been soaked through he was grateful for Gerlat's cloak around him. Though he was sorry too. He knew how cold Geralt often got, likely from having a slower heart rate.

They made their way with practiced ease to the local inn. Dandelion watched in slight awe as Geralt made arrangements with the matron. She had known his name, no one had so much as even batted an eye at the witcher. He shivered and tried to focus on keeping his feet warm.

The matron knew the witchers who passed this way every spring and winter. She'd been quiet young when Geralt had first met her, now she was a mother who had aged kindly.

"I'll have the boys tend to your horses. Jason's getting a fire going for you. He'll bring up some more wood in a bit."

As if on queue, summoned by his name, he came around the corner of the desk and nodded at her before heading out the back door. She smiled and handed Geralt the key. "Go on go get warm before your friend catches a cold "

"Thank you."

He handed the key to Jaskier who moved quickly forgetting his bag in his rush to get himself and his lute dry. Geralt smiled a toothy grin and shook his head shifting his own bags to gather Dandelions.

"Oh dear, I had better ask, will you be going out for supper or shall I bring some up when it's ready?"

" If it wouldn't be any trouble. And maybe a demijohn?"

She winked,

"Vodka?"

"Please."

"No problem, off you go. He's waiting."

He would have blushed if his biology allowed it. There was something about the way she looked between them and spoke that made Geralt feel vulnerable.

He followed damp footprints to their room and stepped in the door left slightly ajar. Dandelion had already hung his cloak up and stripped out of his shirt and boots, and was currently putting his lute on the chair a good distance from the fire to draw out any moisture.

"Finally Geralt! I was half naked before I realized I forgot them. And the fire was so nice I couldn't bare to go back and get them. What kept you?"

He stepped back as the bard reached for his bags and started removing his armor. He shook his head,

"Supper arrangments." He says simply.

"Then were staying in?"

"Yes."

"Excellent!" He watches the musician swap a change of clothes for his night clothes.

Although he was fairly dry beneath his armor and cloak Geralt was freezing. He removed his boots and looked up only to freeze. Breath stilling in his lungs as he swallowed tightly. He followed bare leg, muscled and lean, from floor to hip, over the curve of the poets ass, over the dip of his back and up the curve of his shoulders. He let out a breath and pointedly averted his eyes. His armor needed cleaning, he was sure of it.

He hadn't thought it possible to make Geralt uncomfortable at this point. But what he'd seen out of the corner of his eye told him otherwise. Though he'd only caught him looking away. He could have looked for a moment, or minutes he'd never know. Slowly he dressed in his sleepwear. The fire had been nice against his skin and he hadn't wanted to dress damp. You got sick when you did that. He dried his hair out with a thin towel from his pack. He'd need to replace that. He made his way back over to Geralt as he pulled his shirt on.

"The fire is nice." He says gently as he sits beside him. Geralt looks up at him from his armor and nods. They stare at one another for a moment then Geralt speaks.

"You seemed upset earlier. Was it just the weather?"

Oh. He wants to lie but he would never. Besides, Geralt can read him like a book, never mind the enhanced witcher senses. He'd never stand a chance. Instead he looks away, towards the crackling fire and let's silence reign while he thinks through what he means to say. The truth but not all of it. Just enough. The only noise is the wind rustling the shutters against the walls and the gentle crackling of the fire.

"I wouldn't know." He starts voice gentle and far away. "If you died. I wouldn't know. And if I ever did find out it would be from some rumor in a tavern passed through far to many drunken mouths to hold much truth. There's no one to tell me if you die while I'm not there Geralt. And that… scares me a little. I worry for you and it would pain me to never know or to find out so late. And know that I'll never know the truth of what happened." He looks to the witcher now and meets molten sun with ocean depths.

"But," he continues, "we're both here now. No sense in dwelling on something like that."

Something shifts in Geralts face like he wants to argue. He's already working out some way to change the topic so he doesn't give himself away. He loves the man next to him that's why it scares him. The knock comes loudly from the door and he moves to open it grateful for the matrons timing.

He smiles and opens the door wide.

"Thank you." He says to both the matron and her husband as he drops wood near the hearth and she places supper and a flagon of something on the table.

"No problem. Enjoy, its roast." With that they leave them to their dinner and Dandelion is grateful for the distraction. Geralt joins him at the table but neither speaks.

Geralt presses his lips together. What Dandelion said nearly ruins his appetite. He won't press but it makes his gut twist to think of the pain his friend would be in. The agony of not knowing. Though those same thoughts run through his head when he doesn't keep them in check. He knows if anything happens to his poet there would be hell to pay. He shakes his head and focuses instead on eating. The quiet of the room is unsetteling. They should be talking, reminiscing about their time apart and it's almost grating that he can't move past the last conversation. But then Dandelion uncorks the vodka and pours them both a generous amount. He hands a cup to Geralt and raises his own.

"To reunions." Geralt smiles and clinks their glasses together. Grateful that they're falling into their rhythm.

Dandelion asks how the winter went and Geralt sighs. It's always the same. His brothers are great but he always find himself missing his poets softness and sound. He wont say this of course. He wont say he lays awake wondering what he's doing in Oxenfurt. Who hes with. If hes happy. He won't admit that loneliness creeps in on him when they're apart, that he misses pulling the bard close to his chest when they sleep.

Instead he tells him that they repaired the battlements, the walls, the stables. That Vesimir had made them clean and catalogue the library. The library he knows Dandelion wants to see and would have to be forcably removed from and he knows that the poets only joking when he says "you'll have to show me one day" but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to grab him by the wrist and take him there. He talks of training and running the trail with Lambert and Eskel like they did when they were young.

"And what of you Dandelion? How was your winter?" The musician smiles and takes a drink straight from the bottle.

"Boring Geralt. This bach of students don't care. They have no heart and less inspiration. It's like they're only there to please their parents or something. To mingle. They don't care about learning what the truth behind folk tales are or why they're wrong. The composition courses are a bit better I suppose," another drink, his face flushes pink in the flickering light of the fire," at least they can make things rhyme even if it's meaningless. And it was so lonely Geralt. I missed traveling. I know it's better for my purse, retirement, and the like to work straight in the winter and travel in the summer months but honestly, I regret it this winter. Not that I could have traveled much alone."

He's rambeling now and Geralt loves it. Loves listening to him talk about nothing and everything. The way his face goes soft and his eyes grow bright and he can only be described as whimsical. How his voice dances always lulling and pulling him in. He takes the vodka and drinks a long pull from the bottle, he shouldn't let Dandelion have much more if they want to start out early. Though if the storm keeps up they might be stuck a few days.

He acknowledges the ard with a soft hum as he gets up to stoke the fire and add a few logs. It's gotten late. He makes his way back towards the bed and brushes his hand down the poets shoulder and his arm before passing on. He crawls to the far side of the bed and waits wondering if he'll understand the invitation and join him or take the other bed. He hopes that the Dandelion understood the gesture. The poet stands and looks at him.

Dandelion takes a breath to steady himself. There are two beds and he desperately wants to join Geralt, help him stay warm, bury his face against his chest, breath in leather and earth and musk. He blinks looking at Geralt for any sign of what he's supposed to do and just as its growing uncomfortable long in his slightly tipsy mind Geralt reaches out and hand and he knows he's wanted.

"It's cold."

Geralt offers quietly as he shuffles under the blankets next to him. He needn't have bothered Dandelion doesn't need an excuse. But if it makes him feel more comfortable he'll roll with it even as it feel like lead on his chest. He rolls onto his side and buries his face into the blankets between them. The bed is small for two but they'll make it work, they always do. He watches as Geralt lounges beside him thinking about how beautiful he is with shadows dancing against his skin as hes bathed in firelight alone. Then Geralt sits up so abruptly and swallows so that Dandelion joins him instantly.

"Is everything alright Geralt?"

"Yes. Just. Don't move."

And he laughs gently, breath coming out calmer now. He catches the way Geralts throat bobs as he swallows and the shadows dance across his throat. He both wants to kiss it and compose about it. Instead he shifts a leg underneath himself and leaves the other outstretched. He's not sure what's going on but he will do as told. But then Geralt moves and lays his head in his lap and when he looks down comatose pools of cooling gold meet his own cobalt depths and his breath catches. He stutters in another one and then smiles fondly. Geralts eyes flutter shut and he can't help himself as he places a hand in white hair and runs his fingers through it. He's certain it's been months since he had physical contact that wasn't violent.

He doesn't hum or sing. This moment is precious. It will be locked in his heart, witnessed only by the firefight and remembered in the lonliest of winter nights. But then Geralt looks at him again so he smiles softly and starts to open his mouth but theres a hand in limp gold locks by his face and he stops. Heart rate picking up, but not in fear and distantly he knows Geralt knows the ways he's affecting him. But he makes no move to pull away even as the calloused hand in his hair moves up to cup the back of his head and pull him down. Instead he closes his eyes and smiles. The kiss is everything he imagined it would be and then some.

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Nightmare’s: Part 2

request: I want from the fluffy prompt list 10 ,11,12 with Peter Pan where reader has a nightmare and Pan comforts her

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: I make a shitty rhyme in the 2nd paragraph :/

Prompts: fluffy 10 - “Shhh... go back to sleep”

Surprisingly I didn’t wake up screaming, or in a cold sweat, this time I was woken up by the sunlight peeking it’s head through the thin curtains. Quickly, I bolted up, remembering last nights event.

My eyes danced around the strangely familiar room I was in, but they boy in green was nowhere to be seen. The make shift bed which lay at the foot on my....his bed, was vacated. A little note was left in his place.

Steadily I rose to my feet, grasping the small bit of paper in-between my fingers.

Y/n I have something I need to do today, I wont see you until the bonfire tonight. I hope you had a better nights sleep. -P.P

I smiled to myself, he sure did know how to fool people. I had always tried to keep my distance from him, I had seen first hand how cruel and vicious he could be with the boys, so why was he being so nice to me?

It’s probably just because he doesn’t want me to wake up screaming in the middle of the night again, making everyone jump out of their skin again,

I couldn’t tell if the version of him he showed around me was real or fake, maybe the cruel side to this boy was real and I was the one being tricked. After all this is Pan were on about here.

The rest of the day carried on as normal, except the blonde second in command was in charge of the large group full of rowdy teenage boys. I tried my hardest to get on with my day as normal, but the boys just couldn’t restrain themselves from asking questions. And the fact that they had seen Pan himself carry me in his arms all the way to his tree house didn’t help my case at all. 

“What happened last night?”

“Are you OK?”

“I saw Pan carry you to his tree house, is there something you want to tell us Y/n?”

“No way, Pan would never do that!”

“I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Is that true Y/n?”

I silently watched in awe as the boy squabbled among themselves, looking at me in search of answers. 

“Boys!” A British accent rang loud and clear, cutting through the thick air, “If you think there’s something going on between me and our resident lost girl then I’m sorry to say you’re mistaken. So please, get your porn somewhere else.”

There seemed to be a dark rain cloud hanging above the leaders head, following him where ever he went. He was clearly annoyed, but why?

We all watched in silence as he angrily stalked across the camp, before shutting himself away in his tree house, leaving us all dumbstruck and confused. What was going on with him? He had suddenly been acting nice towards me and now he’s angrily stomping around camp?

I shrugged the thought off, it was none of my business anyway.

That was the last time I saw him all day until the sun came down and the flames of the fire licked at the navy sky. The sound of the boys cheering filled the air while they danced around the bonfire as if they were performing some kind of Satanic ritual. 

I wasn’t one for dancing, I sat on a log a little ways away from the boys. My eyes were fixated on the flames of the fire as they danced and twirled around each other. The reds and oranges swirled together, looking like they had been painted on a canvas. 

Usually this sight would calm me, but tonight it felt different. There was an unsettling feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t seem to shake for the life of me and I had a daunting feeling I knew what was causing it. Like it was written on the pages of a chilling story book those glowing, red eyes seemed to peer at me through the flames of the fire. 

My breath imminently hitched in my throat. I could feel my pules quicken along with my heart rate as blood was pumped through my veins at a dangerously fast pace. His menacing laugh seemed to echo in my mind, haunting me, following me. He was right all along, I could never run, I could never hide, he will always find me no matter where I roamed.

“Y/n,” A low voice sounded beside me, making me jump slightly, I visibly relaxed when I saw it was only Felix, “Someone’s jumpy.”

His sharp features were illuminated by the glowing embers of the fire, lighting up his face in a calming blossom.

“yeah, I guess.” I chuckled slightly, trying to act as normal as possible.

“You want to talk about what’s bothering you?” He asked, I wasn’t going to bother to hide the shock of my face, of cores he knew something was up. He’s Felix, he knows just as much as Pan does.

“Nothings bothering me,” I jumped in, desperately wanting him off my trail, besides it wasn’t like he could help me, like he said he will gets what’s his.

“I know that look in your eyes,” The lost boy spoke slowly, “Every boy who’s come to this island has all had that look, you’re scared. Does it have anything to do with last night?”

I could feel my muscles contract and tense with awkwardness at his words.

“It’s nothing, OK?” I tried to reassure him.

“Whatever you say.” With that the normally motionless boy flashed me a smile before walking off. 

My eyes went back to gazing at the flames, this day was getting weirder and weirder. First Pan was acting weird and now Felix is going round like his world had just been introduced to rainbow cakes and unicorn stickers? I wanted things to go back to normal, to how they were before, and fast.

The faint sound of a flute shifted me from my thoughts. The soft notes floated out of Pan’s pipes, spreading through the atmosphere for everyone to hear.

The boys seemed to be hypnotized by it, falling under the spell of the song while they banged their sticks to the rhythm.

My eyes gazed beyond the flames of the roaring fire to see Pan perched on a log, Pan flute held to his lips as he played the soft tune. Our eyes locked and I flashed him a quick, small smile only to be met with a smirk of the king of Neverland.

He stopped playing, leaving the boys to dance to the music in their head for a while before he came and sat down next to me.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, for a guy who was always so mean, acting nice was becoming second nature to him.

“Better, I’m sorry I woke everyone up.” I said, my voice sounding small and weak conspired to his.

“Don’t apologize,” If you want you can always stay another night, just to make sure you’re going to be OK.”

What’s the catch? Is this all kind of some plan he has?

“Sure.” I say, smiling over at him, “I’ll sleep on the floor tonight.”

The leader scoffed at my remark, “What kind of host would I be if I let a lady sleep on the floor?” He left before I could argue back.

I couldn’t help but crack a smile as he walked away.

“Oh, love!” He yelled back, “Feel free to go to bed whenever you want, I might be up for a while.”

Silently, I gave him a nod, this wasn’t really my scene anyways, sleep was basically my escape at the minute.

Jumping to my feet I made my way over to Pan’s tree house, I could feel the eyes of the lost boys fixate on my as I climbed the ladder. Whispers and gasps could be hear among the crowd, but in fear of getting their fingers chopped off they kept their mouths shut.

I entered his candle lit room, it was simple but pretty at the same time. The first time I was in here I only payed attention to the basic things, now I could clearly see the things that clung to the wooden walls. Various sea shells, some kind of dust, leaves, feathers and millions upon millions of books to read, some factual and some full of adventure and mystery, I never would’ve though Pan was a reader.

Slipping off my big, brown, knee high boots before flopping onto the make shift bed on the floor, there was no way I could stay in his bed again, no matter how comfy it was.

Laying my head on the soft pillow, I wrapped the thin blanket around my small body before closing my eyes, letting peaceful bliss take over my body. 

The moon was so bright it almost blinded me, popping out against the jet black backdrop it sat upon. I was surrounded by dark, tall trees that towered over me like a sky scraper, I was enclosed by nature, not being able to escape.

“I told you I would be back.” That dark voice I knew oh so well spoke from among the trees.

Panic flowed through my veins as I felt those long nails scratch the back of my neck, clawing at my back. Hot drops of blood rolled down my back, I couldn’t move. I was stuck in place no being able to do anything about the pain I was feeling.

“Are you willing to give me what I want now?” He was so close to me I could feel his hot breath tickle my ear, “I will visit you every night until I get what’s mine, so you might as well give it to me.”

“No!” I screamed, “I will never hand it over, I wont come with you, I wont be apart of this little game I didn’t even sign up for!”

His slender fingers wrapped themselves around my neck as my chest quickly rose and fell out of pure fear. I wanted to wake up, I wanted Pan to be here like he was last night.

“Come one, It’ll be over soon, just let me have it.” His slimy tongue licked a long stripe from my neck all the way up to my cheek.

“You can’t have it! You’re never going to have it! Just leave me alone.” I pleaded as salty tear rolled down my face.

The monstrous creature tried to reason with me, tried to persuade me and lure me into temptation, but I kept screaming and screaming over the top of him.

“No! No! No! No! No! No!” I screamed over and over again.

“No!” I bellowed as I bolted up in...Pan’s bed? But I thought I fell asleep on the floor?

I could hear a faint groan sounding from the side of me, my eyes slid to the left only to find a very tired looking boy, with messy brown hair. I couldn’t help but freeze in place, was I really shearing a bed with the leader? I could feel my cheeks heat up at the thought.

“What’s wrong, love?” He groggily asked after letting out a yawn.

“W....I thought I fell asleep on the floor?” I said, tiredly rubbing my eyes.

He let out a low chuckle in response, “You are a stubborn one aren’t you?” He sat up, leaning on his elbows.

It was only then I realized he was shirtless, I wasn’t quite sure what to think. Was this his weird way of trying to seduce me?

We sat there in awkward silence for a minute, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wondering over the parts of his exposed skin, it set off something inside. I could feel my entire face grow hot, there was no way in hell I was about to let this guy soak my panties.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, genuinely seeming to care.

I shook my head no, forcing my eyes to stay glued to his blankets instead of him. Although anything to keep my mind off that nightmare was very welcomed in my books, even if it was the king of Neverland fu-

“If it helps, I can tell you one of my nightmares?” He spoke up, stopping me from finishing that though which I was silently grateful for.

“...O-Okay.” I said.

“Lie down,” He said, I did as I was ordered, getting comfy on his bed which could easily be mistaken for a cloud, “The worst dream I’ve ever had was about losing everyone, Felix, The boys, you. I was here all alone and I was dying. I had no one to talk to, no one who could help me. I was forced to wonder around on my own, hopelessly calling out for everyone, wondering where they had all gone.”

It was strange to hear Pan of all people open up and talk about the things he was scared of.

“I would hate that too,” I told him, making him feel like he had someone to relate to.

“Shhhhhh...” He whispered, “Go back to sleep, love.”

I nodded before rolling over, my back was facing him as I scooted other to the other side of the bed, being as far away from Pan as I possibly could before letting my eyes close.

I woke up before the sun did, watching the soft shades of pink, orange and purple blended together, but that wasn’t what alarmed me. 

I looked down only to see Pan’s arm slung over my waist, his faint breath tickled my ear as my back pressed against his bare chest. I felt oddly comfortable in this position, but I knew how awkward this situation would be if Pan woke up.

Carefully, I removed his arms from around me before crawling out of bed. I slipped my boots on after I left a note by his side.

Pan, Gone for a walk, be back in five ~Y/n

Silently, I slipped out the door, making my way towards the stream, I needed to cool off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 2 is up, I hope you guys like it! Look at me actually sticking to deadlines hehehe, I’ll try and get the next part up by Tuesday! Xxxx

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

This story takes place during the Sanders Asides Are There Healthy Distractions Episodes, suggested by @heavy-metal-papillon . The idea comes from Logan voicing Deciets line when he pops up to grab his hat from Logan, so in this story Deciet and Logan switched places in the episode.

Switching Sides

Summary: Logan wants some time to himself and Janus wants to enjoy a movie with the other sides in peace. They support and respect eachothers wants and needs, agreeing to switch places for movie night. In doing so, they both gained a bit more than they bargained for.

Warnings: none, but if you see any just say something!

Ships: platonic Lociet, past platonic Anciet

WC: 2, 305

Janus adjusted the his tie one final time, giving himself a once over in the mirror. His hair was combed back smartly, hat tucked away safely in his room for the time being. He had gotten the type right this time, and the white embroidered brain logo stood out against the plain black polo. The stiff dark Jean's were a little uncomfortable but the dress shoes fit nicely so he couldn't complain too much. This had to be perfect, even if it was a somewhat casual setting, he couldn't afford to-

"You know you could've just asked."

Yelping, he whirled around to face the real logical side currently sizing him up with a less than impressed expression. "We aren't discussing anything important today, why are you replacing me again?"

Janus sputtered. "I wasn't!"

Logan's eyebrow raised even more. "So my choice of clothing is just that comfortable, right down to the glasses?"

"...yes."

"Janus."

The deceitful side snapped his head up to glare at the other. "Not so loud! You dont know if one of the others would hear!"

Logan cleared his throat. "No one is left in the mind scape currently except us. Even Remus is currently hiding behind the couch. I assure you no one will overhear us, though of course I will call you Deciet if that would make you more comfortable."

Narrowing his eyes, Janus took a careful step back. "Why aren't you angry at me?"

Logan shrugged. "Why are you disguising yourself to simply watch a movie?"

"Because I-well in case...just in case something comes up that....hes using this to distract himself and that's sort of like lying to yourself so it stands to reason i would want to be there." Satisfied with jus excuse he glared at the other, daring him to argue.

But Logan simply nodded. "I've been meaning to get more work done anyway and would rather do that than watch Roman rig the vote multiple times only to complain about the plot of the movie he picked out. Straighten the tie and be careful."

"Just...just like that? You don't even care?"

"I require time to....gather my thoughts, after the more recent dilemmas Thomas seems insistant on making harder than they should be. Peace and quiet would be nice right now and if you're willing to take my place then I wont argue." Nodding more to himself, Logan reached out to hand him a thermos. "Caffiene helps stave off the inevitable headache. I highly recommend it."

Dumbfounded, Janjs could only clutch the thermos go his chest as he watched the logical trait walk back to his room and quietly shut the door behind him. Something he couldn't quite identify tugged in his chest but he brushed it off quickly and sunk down to the apartment below.

Patton was the first to notice him as he settled down stiffly on the couch, waving excitedly and almost spilling what looked like cocoa all over the floor in the process. Nodding he looked up as Roman began to speak.

"Finally! Now that we have our resident nerd here we can vote." Janus watched curiously as little slips of paper were passed around, narrowing his eyes at the clump that Roman hid in his sleeve but decided not to say anything. He looked over as Thomas cleared his throat, taking the paper offered to him with an excited smile which he quickly dropped in favor of Logans usual impassive expression. He didnt expect to win the vote, but maybe since it was movie night they'd watch all the suggested films to make it fair. He didnt really know how this was supposed to work, Remus and....well, nobody ever watched movies together in the part of the mind he resided in.

Quickly jotting down his selection he waited rather impatiently for the rest to finish, gripping the paper tightly as a hat was passed around.

Wait.

He could only stare as the collection hat got to him. How had they gotten his hat? When did they even get it?....How often did they sneak into his room without him knowing? He wanted so badly to yell, take his hat and sink out, but that wasnt who he was right now.

"Hey L, you good?"

His head snapped up so fast he felt his neck creak. Virgil had never....not for a long time....that tone of voice wasn't for him. Virgil stayed with the "light sides" now, he only showed concern for them. Swallowing around the lump in his throat he reluctantly handed the hat back to Thomas to give back to Roman.

"I'm adequate thank you."

His hand shook slightly as he raised the thermos of coffee to his lips, but if Virgil noticed he didn't say anything.

Swinging his attention back to the current conversation he caught Pattons response to whatever had been said. "...voted for Frozen Roman but I'm still rooting for-"

"Oh my gosh! One hundred percent of the votes went to Frozen!"

He scowled as Patton cheered. "No, fu - falsehood, I did not vote for Frozen!"

"You didn't get a vote because you didnt wear a onesie!"

Taking a preemptive swig of coffee, he mumbled out, "I don't wear those anymore, they're too childish."

"No onesie, no vote, like our founding fathers believed!"

Janus snorted quietly, covering it up with an exasperated sigh as he settled more into couch. While the movie was being set up he glared again at the stolen hat on the floor, bringing out his phone discreetly.

Dee: I know I don't have much right to ask you this, but might I request a favor?

Logan: I assure you it's fine. What do you need?

Surprised at the quick response he continued to type, glancing up every now and again to be sure no one noticed his silence.

Dee: Roman stole my hat somehow, I was wondering if it would be possible cor you to get it back? I know you don't like shifting but I'm not sure how discreet it would be for me to try and get it as you.

Logan: It isn't that I don't like it, I'm just not equipped to be good at it. It does not make logical sense to disguise oneself, therefore I am at a disadvantage when it comes to such things. However, I can replicate your scales if I may have permission to 'raid your wardrobe' so to speak. Only with your permission of course.

Dee: Thank you and it's fine. Just dont go snooping around. You may not like what you find.

Logan: I will not. I have no reason to do anything other than procur clothing and so that is all I will do.

Sighing in relief, Janus settled back somewhat comfortably to watch the movie, letting the other sides' idle chatter wash over him.

----

"Fear will be your enemy."

Janus snuck a glance at Virgil at this line, glancing back away quickly at the look of panic that flashed across the anxious sides face. He wondered if Virgil would ever open up about his true nature....though perhaps until things truly calmed down it was for the best he remained determined to be closed off.

----

He nearly jumped out of his skin as Remus popped up suddenly behind him, clapping his hands at the prospect of Anna and Elsa's parents dying at sea, seemingly completely naked and comfortable enough to showcase go the entire living room. Janus shot him a warning look as Remus peered at him curiously, thanking God that for once Remus seemed content to keep his mouth shut.

----

"Wait, Hans is tricking Anna making her believe hes in love with her, but shes not around...why make that face?" He had watched the movie before of course but now that he had people to discuss it with that weren't making sexual innuendos every other sentence he felt much more comfortable speaking out.

"Yeah your right...."

Janus promptly turned out the rest of Roman's sentence, discreetly entering the date into his phone that Roman had admitted he was right in something, even if he didnt know who he was speaking to.

----

"Do you think this place has a lavatory?"

"Ice toilet!" Patton giggled.

"Or a bed?" Roman countered.

"Ice bed!"

"This place sounds awful." His nature made his blood run colder than normal anyway and the thought of sleeping on a freezing cold bed on top of a mountain surrounded by walls of ice made him very much wish he had in fact worn his onesie.

----

Janus chugged another mouthful of coffee in irritation. "You meddled with the vote to ensure we would watch this and yet you're the one constantly making fun of it."

"Look, this is how I show my love!"

Janus rolled his eyes and settled back into the couch wondering if Roman showed his love this way with the others just as much as he did with his beloved disney films.

----

Janus watched as Virgil voiced his thoughts on the matter that had made them all plan this movie night in the first place. A familiar kind of second hand hurt tugged in his chest while the others' thoughts spiraled further and further, unconsciously blanketing the room with an ever more suffocating blanket of anxiety. He watched as Roman grimaced from across the room, Patton fidgeting in place and gripping his mug ever harder and Thomas dragging fingers through messy hair as Virgil only continued talking faster and faster, becoming more and more worked up as the literal word vomit consumed any rational thoughts left in the room.

"Thomas, Virgil?" He waited calmly as Thomas peeked out from his hands and Virgils panicked face snapped towards him. Pushing down the old familiarity he continued on. "Please do me a favor and name me five things that you can see."

"Staircase." Thomas sighed.

"Impending doom." Virgil quickly countered.

"Olaf."

"A future without friends."

"Lamp!"

"Blinds."

"Pants."

"Now four things you can feel."

"Pants."

"A bad feeling."

"The couch."

"Wall."

"Hair."

"Three you can hear." He smiled in relief as Virgil began to participate more, visibly calming as his mind was brought back to the present.

"Olaf."

"The fan."

"The ice machine for some reason."

Thomas really needed to fix his appliances. "Two things can smell."

"Clean shirt."

"The deodorant Thomas put on because....he was gonna go out tonight."

"And one thing you can taste."

"A sour taste in my mouth probably leftover from those reheated tai noodle leftovers."

Both variably more calm, Janus tried gently explaining the technique he had used, though he knew they both already knew it seemed like a good idea to remind them that they were allowed to use the technique whenever they needed it.

"Thank you, Logan." Thomas breathed out as he leaned forward tiredly.

Janus smiled, going to take another swig of his dwindling coffee when he caught site of a figure dressed in black and yellow on the stairs, nobody having noticed his presence yet.

Allowing himself a smirk behind the thermos, he responded. "No problem. Just your cool teacher being his cool self."

He smiled slightly wider as he heard a quiet scoff from the figure, just loud enough that he could hear it. He hoped Logan didn't think he was making fun of him, this was a rare day where he hadn't lied once around the others.

----

Logan settled quietly on the stairs til the end of the movie, seeming content to join them quietly until Roman brought Janus' hat back out.

After they had discussed the movie's ending, with Virgils anxious thoughts still persisting, he realized they needed to do something else that more actively distracted them all from the situation. As Roman brought out his hat to vote on another activity Logan stepped in quickly, Virgil hissing at him much to Janus' amusement while Logan snatched his hat back without a glance in his direction.

"I was looking for this! Don't touch my shit!" Janus bit his lip hard to keep from busting out laughing at the reality of Logan swearing at Roman for him, a warm feeling enveloping him as the others continued with whatever conversgion they had moved on to. His focus came back as the ending of some kind of Frozen fix it fanfiction was being discussed, making it very hard not to feel smug as his suggested was acted upon and Thomas definitely seemed happier than he had previously. Not being needed for whatever ridiculous story was sure go come out he sunk back down into the mind scape, startling slightly when he appeared right next to Logan who was currently fixing a spare tie as he left Janus' room.

"Ah, you're back. I left your hat on the bedside where I assume it was taken in the first place. I'm the future know that with a little concentration we are able to keep certain sides out of our rooms. I would suggest you utilize this to prevent future thievery."

Janus shook off his disguise and held out the stolen tie. "Thank you...for letting me, well you didn't have to allow me to ho in your stead. I....appreciate the trust."

"Keep it." Logan gestured to the tie before turning away. "Just in case."

Janjs watched in confusion as Logan returned to his room to lock himself away again, finally sighing and turning to his own. Smiling a little he laid the tie carefully in a drawer before plunking his hat back on his head, shoulders sagging in relief at the familiarity.

It was nice to pretend to be someone else and talk with fake friends. But maybe, in allowing himself vulnerability, he had found himself another real one.

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[scarofthewind]

PLEASE, Billy whose SO gained quite a bit of weight from school stress + a few nasty people bullying her. She loves Billy but thinks that he finds her repulsive so she wears baggy clothes and stops being as affectionate with him. Then one night he climbs into her room and she flinches when he puts his hands on her waist. He asks what's going on and she cries telling him everything. By the end, he goes: "You think I don't find you hot? Let me prove you wrong." Smuttiness and fluff ensue

A/N: There is nothing wrong with the way anyone looks. They are their own person and are beautiful in every way, shape and form. Hope you guys enjoy this! This is B in my masterlist under GhostfaceWarnings: Sexual Content (NSFW), Bondage. Female Pronouns

“Would you stop?” Billy’s hands left your sides as you scooted farther away from him on the couch. The movie on the TV being long forgotten about and a heavy emotion hanging in the air. 

“What’s your deal, Y/N? First you won’t look at me, then you won’t let me touch you in any way.” Billy frowned, his eyes watching you closely.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t feel good.” You lied, eyes glued straight ahead. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again.

“You know I trust you. I fucking admitted to you who I was and what kind of person I was. I haven’t hurt you and I sure as hell haven’t let anyone else.” He moved to stand up and you looked at him then, pulling at the long sleeves of your baggy sweater. “But what’s the point if you keep shutting me out?” 

His eyes held something dark and for a moment you thought he might actually harm you. “Don’t talk to me until you’re ready too. If you don’t reach out to me in a week then I’ll come for you.” Suddenly, he moved closer and you flinched. “Don’t think that just because I care about you, means that I won’t rough you up a little.” 

Your eyes peered into his for a moment before he turned and walked out the front door. You cried yourself to sleep that night. Not out of fear, but out of shame that you couldn’t tell him. 

You couldn’t tell anyone. 

_

Once again, your locker was filled with trash, ruining everything inside. 

Once again, the group of assholes beat you up in the back parking lot.

Once again, you cried in the school bathroom and tried to hide the bruises and cuts with makeup. 

Once again, you didn’t go to classes for the rest of the day and walked home in the rain. 

However, as soon as you walked through the front door, you realized Billy wasn’t lying. He was always there at your house, but he wasn’t now. You didn’t see him at school either. A horrific scene ran through your mind and you cursed before dropping your bag and running out the door. 

He wouldn’t be that stupid would he? Billy wasn’t a dumb man, he knew. You knew he knew. You just didn’t know if he knew what they were bullying you about. That’s what you didn’t want him to know. 

Your feet ran across the sidewalk, leading you to the woods that surrounded a lake. That’s where the popular kids would go to skip class and do adult things. Your lungs burned and so did your eyes as you let a few branches scratch you as you ran. You didn’t stop until you saw the dock. 

Your legs shook and you let your tears fall. Standing a few feet away, Billy faced out towards the lake, cigarette between his fingers and a head in his other hand. You watched as he tossed the man’s head into the lake, and you realized just how much he had done. The police would have to play a matching game to figure out which body part went to what person. Blood covered the dock and you watched as Billy turned his head a bit to look back at you. 

Almost as if he commanded your legs to give out, they did. You fell on your hands and knees, heart beating so fast you thought you were going to faint. It had been only a few days since your last talk with him, but you felt that he was ready to rip you in half. 

You cried then. Billy watched with interest as he finished his cigarette and walked over towards you, hands stuffed in his pockets. He squatted in front of you and reached out to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t like being lied to, Y/N.” 

“It took me having to watch them hurt you and tease you for four days straight before I snapped. Look at what you made me do.” He looked back at the lake and the water that was tinted red. His eyes met yours again and he wiped a few tears away with his thumb. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” 

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled, watching as he nodded, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. 

“I know you are. You know I’m not an idiot, Y/N. I was going to find out, no matter what it took.” Billy could feel you shaking and he hoped that it was for both being cold and fear. 

He loved fear on you, it turned him on. 

“I couldn’t tell you. I was too embarrassed.” You sobbed as Billy rubbed your back. 

“Gaining weight only makes you look better and feel better. I’ve got more to touch now. Plus, I think you look healthier. If I cut you deeply, it wont kill you like how it killed the skinnier bitches. You barely touch them with a knife and you’ve stabbed right through them.” Billy heard you laugh a bit and he pulled back from the hug, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Does this mean we’re okay?” Your eyes stared into his. “Come home Billy.” The man nearly came in his pants at the whine of your voice when you spoke. He needed you and you needed him. 

Who was he to hold back from showing you how much he cared about you?

“You have three minutes to get to the house and lay on the bed. Naked or you’ll learn just how deep my love for you goes.” His voice changed in that second and you’ve never run so fast in your life. Busting through the front door, you ran to your room and faltered. The mirror across your room showed how much of a mess you looked. How ugly you looked. Fat.

Your fingers gripped at the bottom of the hoodie you wore and you couldn’t take it off. You didn’t even realize Billy was behind you until he roughly pushed you to the bed. 

“Stop.” He growled, staring down at you angrily. “You’re not fat, and you sure as fuck aren’t ugly.” 

You looked away from him and didn’t say anything, which only made him blow a fuse. Why were you acting like this? It was annoying him greatly and he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“You remember the safe word?” He asked, taking off his belt and tying your wrists to the�� headboard of the bed. You nodded and he smirked. “It doesn’t apply to what I am about to do to you.” Billy said, siting on your hips and flicking out his pocket knife, cutting the hoodie off your body. 

Goosebumps rose all over your skin and your mind raced a mile a minute. What did he mean? The last time he said that, he nearly killed you with how much he kept going. “Billy.” You said, watching as he tossed the shredded clothing aside, not paying attention to you. “Billy!” You shouted and he looked up from cutting at the waistband of your sweatpants. 

“You don’t get to speak.” He sighed, rummaging through your bedside table and finding tape, cutting a piece off his this teeth and slapping it over your mouth. 

Your breathing quickened and he noticed. Your bra clad chest moved faster the more he got close to finishing. As soon as he took the sweats off and threw them to the floor, he stopped and looked you dead in the eye. You stopped breathing. 

“You’ve made me very angry, Y/N. It’s time to take responsibility.” He tossed the knife off the bed and kissed up your stomach, reaching behind you and unclasping your bra. “Look at that.” He groaned, cupping your bare breasts in his hands and running his thumbs over your nipples. “You went up a size here. Gaining weight has its perks.” 

You barely had time to register what he had said before you felt his mouth attach itself to one of your nipples, sucking and biting at it hungrily. His hands kneaded them gently and he switched between them, kissing up the middle and reaching your neck. You could feel his breath on your neck, hovering over your jugular vein. “You know you’re mine, right?” His eyes glared at you and you nodded slowly. 

“Do you trust me?” His question caught you off guard, causing you to move your head and look him directly in the eyes. “I think you’re the most beautiful and sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re not fat. You’re perfect and believe me when I say that.” 

You could only stare at him. Never had you heard him say these things to you in the time you’ve been together. You tried to open your mouth to speak but remembered that he’d taped your mouth shut. “I’m not taking it off.” He smiled bitterly at you. His hand moved down to your hips and then your underwear, slowly tugging them down. “I am taking these off though.” He laughed, sliding them down your legs and tossing them behind himself. 

“Spread them.” You let out a small laugh and refused, turning your head to the side. A rough hand gripped your chin, squeezing harshly and making you look at him. “What part of this makes you think you have a choice? Spread them or I will break them.” You blinked a few times before slowly opening your legs, watching him sit back and let your chin go. 

“Good girl.” His voice dropped as well as his eyes as his hands traced your legs, moving towards your soaking core. You ached for the touch he was going to give, your heart was on edge as you awaited his fingers. Billy smirked, removing himself from you and unzipping his pants. You watched him unclothe himself and cursed mentally, knowing where this was going. 

“Sorry babe but I can’t wait to be inside you.” He moaned, rubbing his tip against your opening, watching your juices mix together. He gently pushed himself inside you, his lips parting when he bottomed out. “Fuck you’re tight.” 

With a whimper from you, he started to move rocking his hips against you and setting a pace that would have you moaning louder with each thrust. His hands held your hips tightly as he thrusted into you roughly. Your eyes never left his body, watching his muscles flex under the skin as he pounded into you from above. He moved one hand from your hip to push some hair from his face and you felt yourself clench around his cock. Immediately he locked eyes with you and smirked.

Reaching down, he pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing in tight, harsh circles. Billy watched your face and groaned, feeling you tighten around his shaft. He didn’t have to ask, he knew you were close. His eyes met yours and he grit his teeth, holding himself back from coming undone. “Come for me.” He hissed, watching as your back arched off the bed and your legs clenched around his waist. 

“Fuck.” Billy growled, coming with a few more thrusts, pumping his seed into you and gripping your hips, bruising them. 

You panted, your eyes seeing stars as he continued his powerful thrusts. Your arms hurt from hanging above your head for so long and you were sure that you were going to die if he kept going. Soft whimpers left your throat and you looked at Billy with pleading eyes. 

“I’m not even close to being done with you, Y/N. I’m going to fuck the negative thoughts about yourself right out of you.” Billy stared down at you and slowly removed the tape from your mouth. 

You couldn’t say anything, your thighs trembled against his skin and you felt your face heat up under his gaze. “I love you.” You mumbled, your breathing calming down. Billy came to a full stop and bent over to kiss you. 

“I know.” He hummed against your lips, reaching up and untying your wrists, pulling you to sit in his lap. No matter how long he wanted to keep going for, you were okay with it in the end as long as it meant he could hold you like this forever. 

[saikostories]

MHA - Training Camp (Alternate version) pt2

In which Kamino happened much earlier (for a completely different reason) and the training camp was to train ahead for the Pro-hero licencing exams as well as for an era without All Might.

-

Aizawa fell to his knees beside the boys, taking in the sight with wide, horrified eyes. He'd never seen anything so...

Izuku, he was- not moving. Pale, as a ghost so much so that his freckles stood out like chocolate chips in cookie dough. He was gripped tightly in Katsuki's arms, the other boy sobbing. Lips were a tint blue, and his body- oh god his body. It was clear immediately that both his arms were shattered. His chest, constricted as if he were crushed multiple times. His entire body was-... was... well there wasn't any other word to describe it other than destroyed. There was blood everywhere. His breathing…

Oh god.

Aizawa moved like lightning and took his fingers to Izuku's neck, squeezing his eyes shut. He could hear Todoroki’s panicked breathing as he waited. The silence was too long, Aizawa felt tears escaping.

No god please no.

Nothing.

Please no. No no no no.

Izuku was too cold.

Aizawa found himself speaking aloud now. “Oh, god please no. Please.” His breathing now becoming frantic.

He heard a strangled cry from Todoroki. A hand covering a mouth.

Katsuki, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, cried out. “I'm sorry Izuku I'm- I'm so sorry.” as he pulled him into his chest.

The uncharacteristic show of sudden affection caught both Todoroki and Aizawa off guard and they blanked out momentarily. Aizawa forgot he had his fingers to the green boy's neck.

“Todoroki...” Upon hearing his name being called, Todoroki stepped forward and knelt beside Aizawa.

“Sensei?”

“I need you to get Midoriya out of here. I can’t-” He stopped. He had to swallow the bile that threatened to come up and he took a deep breath. “I can’t feel a pulse. I need you to get him back to Mandalay. Hopefully an ambulance should be there by the time you get there but if not...”

Todoroki nodded and reached over to try and pry the boy from Bakugo’s grasp.

“NO!”

Aizawa and Todoroki looked at each other, the former’s eyes brimming with tears. “Bakugo-”

“Just... let me die.”

Aizawa wrapped his arms around Katsuki and pulled him back, gently. The boy tried to protest but he was too weak and falling in and out of consciousness fast.

“Also… tell Mandalay something else for me... Kota is safe. And to broadcast that Pro-hero Erasure Head has given permission for the students to fight back.”

Todoroki cocked his head to the side but didn't say anything, simply grunting an agreement that sounded like I'll kill everyone of these fuckers with my bare hands.

Izuku was slipped from Katsuki’s hands and Todoroki was gone, leaving behind a gust of wind courtesy of his ice.

Aizawa gathered Katsuki into his arms and cradled him, the teacher's fears and shock finally catching up with him. “Shhhh… it's okay. It's okay.”

He really didn't know who he was saying that to.

Aizawa breathed shakily and licked his lips. His face stung with tears as he finally let them flow. His heart was falling to pieces right before his eyes. His students… oh god it felt like he couldn't breathe.

Tough, unwavering Katsuki... Izuku...

Oh god I've failed you...

He scooped up Katsuki into his arms and watched as the child, scared and small, slumped against him. A quivering shake and then stillness. He was so warm.

Eyes half open, Katsuki looked as though he was giving up.

“Izuk-...”

Aizawa spared one last look and finally dashed off in the direction of the camp following Todoroki, praying to any damn high being that they were there by now. He found himself speaking to the boy in his arms.

“Stay with me, Bakugo. Okay, come on. Stay with me. Keep your eyes open. Stay with me. Please kid. Hold on.”

Tears were streaming down his face and he didn't hold them back. He pulled Katsuki close to him.

That tough, nonchalant teacher was gone.

All Aizawa could feel now...

Was fear.

***

In and out, just breathe in and out Shouto. Just focus. Focus.

Through the haze of whatever the fuck was happening, Todoroki found himself gliding seamlessly above the ground but not too high, to at least maintain some cover. His thoughts however, were all over what felt like the entire world and no matter how fast he was going he couldn't catch up.

One side of his body layered with a thin coat of ice from obvious overuse and unbearable amounts of terror, the other radiating heat gently to the too cold body it his arms.

Honestly he still wasn't wrapping his entire head around this situation and at the same time he almost didn't want to, because he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to move, to focus. To help. Because this was a royal fucking disaster and how could anyone be calm.

I'm calm. I'm calm. Just focus.

A deep breath, he slowed. Gently pulling Izuku to him, he shakily pressed his fingers to the boy's neck. Todoroki didn't dare breathe.

Nothing. He winced. Come on Midoriya... Please... anything... Just don’t give up. Please.

He wanted to scream, to curse out, but no one would answer. At least no one helpful. So instead, he does as he's told. A bee line for the camp- but he wondered why, since he knew that no one with any type of healing quirk was nearby. Was Aizawa giving false hope, to delay the inevitable? Or was there really going to be an ambulance there?

No, Aizawa Sensei wouldn't lie about this. A flash of his teacher's face in Todoroki’s mind sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed it down and pushed his limit harder.

***

Aizawa felt like he was swimming in mud while his thoughts were drowning in fire. Can you drown in a fire? Well now you can.

Just fucking move you idiot.

This is your fault.

You could have gotten there sooner.

You could have helped. You could have saved…

Aizawa shook his head violently, causing him to stumble. The uncomfortable moment stirred Katsuki and he squirmed, sending them tumbling to the ground. Aizawa watched in horror as Katsuki was thrown forward a few feet into a pile of what looked like leaves and dirt. He cried out in pain.

You absolute fucking idiot.

He raced to Katsuki's side and attempted to scoop him up again but stopped short when he looked at the boy's face.

He was staring right at him, but- seemed to be looking through him? Aizawa hesitated.

“Bakugo...?” He waited. For a few moments there was silence only broken by Katsuki's strained breathing.

Finally he spoke, but it sounded nothing like the child he knew. “Sensei?” he croaked. It looked really painful. The teacher put his hand on the blonde's chest comfortingly.

“Yeah, hey kid. How are you feeling?” Stupid question.

“I'm- i'm sorry. For- for everything. Izuku- i'm sorry.” he gagged, coughing up even more blood than the times before which sent alarm bells ringing in Aizawa's head. He scooped the boy up with no protest.

“Look Bakugo, there's nothing to be sorry for. You're gonna be okay. Everything will be okay. Just hang in there, alright? We're almost back to the camp. I called a few people and they should be here- just stay with me… kid?”

Aizawa spared no expense and continued running. He looked down at Katsuki's half lidded eyes and felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He'd never thought- he never even dreamed that he would see fear in the eyes of this kid. But now, there was nothing but fear. Fear and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

“I fucked up, y’know?” he spoke up again. There was something in his voice that made Aizawa's heart skip. “I was… I was just- shitty.”

He would sometimes gasp between words, but Aizawa let him talk. Him talking meant he was still conscious. But this had the teacher reeling. Katsuki was really far gone to be talking like this.

“Bakugo, that doesn't matter right now. You can tell me about it later. Now-”

“There's no later.” The words sent Aizawa spiraling into his emotions like Dorothy being swept up into the tornado that took her whole house. Before he could respond, Katsuki continued. “I- I fucked up. I don't deserve to live. And now...”

A lump, but he shoved it down. He had to speak. “Bakugo, Midoriya, he’s still with us, okay kid?”

He had to pray. He knew that the ambulance would be there. They’d have defibrillators. They could do something. They could restart his heart and get a pulse back. But for now... Bakugo has to think... he has has to think that he’s alive.

That’s the only way...

He wont give up.

“His heart is still going, buddy. You can tell him all this when we get you all fixed up, alright?” Strained,  his voice cracking with each word. He didn't know what to make of any of those, didn't know how to respond.

4 minutes, we'll literally be there in four minutes.

He looked ahead to see if he could spot Todoroki. Nothing.

He prayed they made it. He prayed he would make it. He prayed like nothing before. In fact he actually had never prayed before, but fuck it. He looked down to see if there was a reaction from Katsuki and could've swore he saw a glint of something in his eyes, but it went away quickly.

Don't stop. Don't stop. 2 minutes and we're there.

Bakugo squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip on Aizawa's shirt, heaving in pain. He let out a strained breath.

Waves of nausea encased Aizawa in a bubble. Tears stained his face only to be removed by the winds tearing as his body.

Suddenly an announcement ran through his mind. “- cleared to engage in battle-”

Todoroki made it. Aizawa looked down, and from the gaze in the tired eyes of Katsuki he understood as well. Katsuki gave him a soft smile. Too soft. “It's gonna be alright now Bakugo, okay? You're gonna be okay.”

“-s'not -ight Sensei. M’ sorry. I tried- i- failed. - not hero.”

“You are a hero Bakugo, dammit. You are. I've seen it. I know it.”

Less than a minute. Less than a minute.

Everything hurt. He didn't think it could hurt more, until there was a shutter beneath him and Katsuki went completely limp.

“Bakugo? Bakugo?! Katsuki!” His legs betray him and he fumbles to a stop on the ground, laying Katsuki before him as he pushed his fingers against his neck waiting for what felt like years. From the pounding in his own chest it took him a few seconds to realize, Katsuki still had a  pulse.

He was just out cold.

Thank god for that.

More pushing. More and more until his arms wanted to give in. Had no one heard him? “Help! Someone help! Anyone!”

Despite his efforts, he felt his vision fading from shock. And suddenly he hears shouting, sees shadows he vaguely recognizes. Voices he knew. He was still pushing, subconsciously at this point. At least he felt like he was. Arms pulled him back. Voices called his name. He was still screaming. His mind told him to fight, to push it away.  His heart couldn't speak.

“Aizawa, we're here. It's okay, let us have him.”

Katsuki disappears from his touch. Colors start to blend. He feels himself shaking, he knows he's sobbing but he can't hear himself anymore.

His students.

His children.

You failed.

He wants to curl into a ball. He wants to protect Izuku and Katsuki. He wants to protect all of his students. He wants anything but this.

Then his world fades to black.

***

First came sounds. There was an awkward cough and shuffling of feet. In his confusion,  Aizawa's eyes flickered open to a blinding light that caused his reflexes to shut them again. He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes.

A light, bony hand touched his arm softly. A tired voice spoke out quietly, layered with emotions that Aizawa couldn’t quite parse in his not yet fully awakened state. “Aizawa, you with me?”

He groaned again. Still not fully aware, he mumbled a complaint. “Jesus christ, I'm trying to sleep. Turn the lights off, moron.”

He could make out soft footfalls shuffling away for a moment, then coming closer again until the same hand gently lifted his arm away from his face. He blinked open his eyes easier than last time, gratified to see that the lights had been dimmed considerably. The room started to come into focus, but before he was able to fully take stock of his surroundings, the memory of why he was there slammed into him. He bolted upright, head spinning. “What the-”

“Whoa, hold up. Not too fast.” The quietly pained voice belonged to none other than All Might- or as Aizawa knew him, Toshinori. His lanky form bowed over him, concern like Aizawa had never seen before etched into the lines of his face.

Aizawa sputtered his reply, words tripping over themselves as he tried and failed to gather his racing thoughts. “What the fuck is going on?” Before Toshinori could respond however, Aizawa paled even more as the images of two broken boys, his boys, swam to the front of his mind. “Oh god. Where's Bakugo? Midoriya-?!”

He struggled to throw off the blankets trapping him to the bed so that he could stand shakily to his feet. His bloodshot eyes darted all around the room, finally taking in the fact that he was in a hospital room. Blinking rapidly, he looked at Toshinori. The bedraggled man stared back at him, his eyes brimming with concern and pity.

The absolute desolation in his expression ripped through Aizawa like lightning. He wobbled on his feet and then arms were pushing him back down. “Not yet, Aizawa, take it easy. You're safe now.”

The calm words didn't do the terror coursing through Aizawa justice. He struggled silently for a moment, studying the other’s eyes and trying to find the answers he was looking for. “Toshinori. What's happened? Please. Are they still-?”

He could see it in All Might’s eyes, the bone deep weariness that came from life and death situations taking their toll. Only this time, it wasn’t the Pros. It was two ridiculous kids, two wonderful kids that didn’t deserve whatever the fuck happened to cause such an apocalyptic catastrophe by that cave. Aizawa wasn’t sure he ever truly wanted to know all the details. To know what both of those boys had to withstand before help arrived.

"Y-yes. But, we still don't know the outcome. Bakugo is probably going to pull through. But Midoriya- we don't know."

Toshinori’s gaze broke, dropping to the ground between their feet. He motioned for Aizawa to scoot over so he could sit next to him on the rumpled sheets of the hospital bed. Aizawa hesitated, torn between letting Toshinori talk and racing out the door to see the boys for himself. He sighs, knowing that he needed to be appraised of the situation before rushing in blindly. As much as he wanted to give in to the fierce desire to protect , he was a Pro Hero first. He needed to possess all the facts before making his next move, no matter how painful it was to sit here being useless.

“What do you remember?” Toshinori attempted to squirm into a more comfortable position before giving up and stilling. He clasped his hands together in his lap and finally looked back over at Aizawa.

“Bakugo -” Aizawa paused, obviously struggling to rein in his emotions long enough to get through his next sentence. “Bakugo was in the middle of what looked like a demolition zone. He was holding on to Midoriya like -” Again he paused. “Like a person holds on to the most important thing in their universe.” He looked up at Toshinori, a mix of wonder and terror on his face.

Toshinori raised his eyebrows. “Bakugo?” His tone was confused and disbelieving. “Their relationship… Or lack thereof… That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know. It was like nothing I’ve seen before, Toshinori. He was clutching at this destroyed body, crying over and over again that he was sorry. When Todoroki and I arrived, he didn’t even notice . He was completely focused on Midoriya, even though he thought he was dead.” Aizawa let out a shaking breath, trying to simultaneously block out the image and recall every word Bakugo was muttering. It was a strange sensation.

“What do you think happened? Obviously there was an attack on Kota, and Midoriya stepped in and attempted to save his life. But who could’ve possibly done that to a child?! The injuries Midoriya sustained… How did Bakugo survive?”

Aizawa’s weariness was bone deep. He was silent for a moment longer. When he next spoke, it was barely above a whisper and he couldn’t keep his voice from cracking. “I don’t know. Both boys were completely covered in blood, I’ve never seen so much blood in my entire career.”

He paused for a moment. “Bakugo didn’t want to give Midoriya up at first, even to us. The entire trip back to camp, he just kept saying how sorry he was and how he didn’t want to cause anyone any more pain. Bakugo is always so confident, so strong . There was no trace of that person tonight. It was like the flame that drives Bakugo had been snuffed out the moment he thought Midoriya died.”

Silence reigned as both adults tried to digest the horrors of the night. Aizawa couldn’t think of anything else, he wanted to see both boys with his own eyes to assure himself that they were still alive. Before either of them could do anything, the door cracked opened and light from the hallway spilled into the room as a nurse walked in. She shut the door softly behind her before turning and approaching the two men. “Mr. Aizawa, good to see you’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like my students need me and I’m trapped here. This is not necessary. I am uninjured.” Aizawa’s voice was back to its normal emotionless tone, but both he and Toshinori knew that that was far from the case.

The nurse looked nervously to the side for a moment before she spoke again. “Surely you know how much shock -”

“Look, I’m not complaining. I just want to get back to my students. Where are Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya, and what is their condition?” Aizawa’s voice held a little bit more of the authority it usually did, and Toshinori was glad for it in that instant. Even a little normality was a blessing in messed up situations such as this.

“We need to get the doctor in to make sure you are back to normal before we release you. I understand how you must feel, but you will need to have your strength back before you are able to handle the boy’s injuries and seeing him.”

Him? Why not Them? Unless...

He didn't respond, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath. “Bakugo Katsuki was just taken from surgery and at the moment he’s resting in a private room. His injuries were severe but nothing that he can’t come back from...”

“What exactly were they?” Toshinori asked.

“Well... his left leg was broken and his arms were both shattered... he had multiple broken ribs and a wound to the head that gave him a severe concussion. We would like to keep him here for a few days just to monitor that. Recovery girl came in and healed pretty much most of his injuries so after we give him the all clear on his head, he should be able to go home.”

Aizawa nodded and waited for the news about Midoriya. He has to be alive. He has to be.

“As for the other boy... We’ll know more when the doctor comes back.”

Do whatever you need to do so that I can be released, and then I would like someone to escort me to see Bakugo, immediately.” Aizawa spoke sharply over the exasperated nurse, his no nonsense tone cracking across the room like a gunshot.

The nurse pressed her lips together, disapproval radiating off of her in waves. She sighed after a moment. “Very well.” She spun on her heels and left the room without another word.

Toshinori glanced over at Aizawa as silence descended in the darkened room once more. He didn’t agree with the way that Aizawa had handled the nurse, who was just trying to do her job, but he understood. Midoriya was like a son to him, and he was the first person he’d let himself get close to since his mentor passed. The fact that he hadn’t been there for him was tearing him apart on the inside. The weight of guilt was intense for him, he could only imagine how Aizawa felt being the first one on the scene and having to witness the horror first hand.

“Don’t.”

Toshinori blinked. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t sit there and blame yourself. There was nothing you could’ve done. The best thing we can do for them now is to be there for them.” Aizawa heard his own words as if from far away, the hollow sound to them grating in his ears. He could preach all day that All Might, Pro Hero and savior of countless lives, shouldn’t feel guilty about not saving two Heroes-in-training, but he knew the truth. The hard truth that Aizawa had failed . He’d failed as their teacher, their mentor, their protector. He’d failed those boys, and he would never forgive himself.

He knew that Toshinori had a special relationship with Midoriya, so it was likely that he was feeling every bit a failure as Aizawa currently felt like. But they were Heroes, and empty reassurances and promises were par for the course when it came to tragedies such as this.

Toshinori stood up suddenly, slightly startling Aizawa. He walked towards the door without glancing back. His hands clenched into tight fists as he stopped before reaching the door. “I’m going to go sit and wait for young Midoriya, someone should be there if he… if he makes it. Aizawa, I know you don’t believe for a second what you just said. But we must move forward and remain positive, because both of those boys are going to need us to be strong so that they can be weak a little longer. I’ll come find you in a little bit and we can swap places. After they are stabilized, we need to figure out how we plan to find the villains that orchestrated this and bring them to justice .”

And then he was gone.

Aizawa shivered to himself as he watched the door swing slowly shut. The way Toshinori said the word ‘justice’ wasn’t in the normal sense of the word. He said it with the clear intention of violence. Aizawa couldn’t remember a time where All Might had let his emotions get the better of him, had been anything other than the shining symbol of everything good and pure in this world.

He would’ve hated to be in the villain’s shoes that ordered the attack when All Might got a hold of him if he didn’t wish to bring the exact same kind of violence to them himself. It was startling to see such a change come over the Symbol of Peace, but then again situations like these changed people .

The door opened once more, and a young man who looked no more than 25 stepped into the room and shut the door. He strode over to Aizawa with confident steps and keen eyes. “Hello, my name is Doctor Tickel. I heard you’re ready to go check on your students. I’ll just need to do some standard checks and ask you a series of questions, and then we’ll be able to get you released and reunited with your students. As long as I have your cooperation, it shouldn’t take long at all.”

“All right.” Aizawa liked this guy, he had a no nonsense attitude and seemed to just want to get things done. Aizawa could relate.

And so he went through the motions, allowing himself to be checked out without problem. He zoned out as he answered all the doctor’s questions to the best of his knowledge, knowing that the faster they got this over with, the faster he could apologize to Bakugo for being such an awful teacher. It was only when a packet of papers was pressed into his hand that he snapped back to reality with a jolt. He focused his gaze on to the nurse, noting with detached interest that it wasn’t the same one as before. Until she spoke the words he had been waiting to hear for what seemed like eons.

“Alright, Mr. Aizawa, please follow me. I will take you to visit Bakugo. He should be waking up soon. Right this way.”

He stood abruptly, on her heels as she exited the room and started to walk down the hallway.

***

The room Aizawa entered, was not empty as he had expected. A nurse stood above an unresponsive figure in the bed. She held a flashlight in her hand and was doing a routine eye check for any signs of consciousness. She clicked her tongue and stood up, jotting on a keyboard. Then, she fidgeted with an IV drip before looking up and noticing the dark figure loitering in the doorway.

He placed his hands in his pocket to try and hide the trembling.

“His vitals say he’s fine. I don’t know when exactly he’ll wake up since the repairing recovery girl did took quite a bit of his stamina. Feel Free to stay and talk to him as much as you like.”

He closed his eyes to fight back the urge to crumple into a puddle of misery. His next question came with great hesitance. “What of… Midoriya Izuku?”

Memories flashed before his eyes of the destroyed body clutched by Katsuki. He was astounded that he had pulled through for this long.

Her voice kind of wavered at that, she took a deep breath and shook her head. “We- we don't know yet. We're doing everything we can, I can assure you that. I can't say..."

She chose her next words carefully. "I can't say that he'll survive."

“Thank you,” Aizawa mumbled under his breath, failing to hide his reaction of distraught. He shifted his weight and sighed. The nurse seemed to have caught the hint because she nodded and made her way to exit the room with a slight bow.

I owe Recovery Girl my own damn life for this. And a cup of coffee.

He figured she'd be with Izuku right now. He strode over to the bedside, dragging a nearby chair closer to plop into not so gracefully. Sitting next to the bed, he finally got a good look at Katsuki's face. The sight sent waves of pain and fear through him. Katsuki laid there, motionless. His expression mute, eyes closed. Nothing the teacher was used to, but considerably better than what he saw just hours ago. It still didn't fit him, and it left Aizawa feeling uneasy.

“Hey, kid…” He found suddenly that his voice felt as if it was going to betray him. He swallowed thickly. When did his mouth get so dry? Placing a hand on Katsuki's hand, he continued. “Bakugo, I'm so sorry. I’m so-.” A feeling of regret washed over him as he looked at the pale boy that laid before him, his face unemotional as he slept, something Aizawa still wasn't- and never was going to get used to. Remorse and guilt overtook him and tears began to fall silently.

The elder sat, for what seemed like hours. He played on his phone, read a fanfiction about a world with no quirks, which sounded absolutely frightening. He fidgeted, all in an attempt to keep himself distracted from the emotions around him. He thought about calling the boys’ families but decided to leave it to the police. He didn't need anymore tears, anymore reminder that he had failed. He just wanted to sit here and… protect Katsuki. There was no way in hell he would fuck up again.

“Were you crying again sir?” Aizawa’s head snapped up to look at where the voice had possibly come from. Looking back at him were two half-opened crimson eyes, blinking slowly. “Man that’s so pathetic”

Aizawa couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re awake... How are you feeling?”

“Beat up. But still kicking.” Aizawa couldn’t stop the smile that was being etched on to his face. He felt all the pressure and stress evaporate and be replaced with calm. Bakugo was awake, and by the sound of it... he would be just fine.

A smirk played on the student's face replaced by a grimace shortly after. He shut his eyes and groaned.  “Ah, fuck my head.”

“Shhh,” Aizawa brushed his hand into Katsuki's hair and the child sort of hummed into it. “You're okay. Just relax.”

“You changed,” Katsuki mumbled, not as a complaint though. “You're… softer.”

Aizawa scoffed. “You're one to talk.” Sighing, he hesitated and brushed his hand through blonde hair again. “Speaking of talking, kid…”

Katsuki groaned painfully and Aizawa gently rubbed his arm. “Kid. Bakugo- what happened, huh?” He asked soothingly. His voice was as calm and comforting as he could make it despite the strain from the day settling on him. "Can you tell me what you remember?"

“Honestly, I don't know much. You'd have to ask that brat, the kid. All I know-” His voice was soft spoken, weak from the day's events and pain meds. “All I know is that Midoriya was pretty much dead when I got there. That stupid idiot-”

Aizawa was momentarily taken by surprise from the use of Izuku's proper name spoken by Katsuki. If he had to be honest though, it really didn't phase him after all the shit that had already happened in the last several hours alone. He almost smiled at the sentiment.

“He went and tried to be a hero again that fucking nerd. Saved that dumbass kid. Got himself fucked up. I came around and that bastard that h-hurt Izuku woke up and tried to fuck with me. Then he got Izuku- and I- ” His breath caught and he seemed to shrink into himself from the memories that found their way back to him in bursts. His voice went shaky and he trembled, earning a soothing touch from Aizawa. His damn head was blistering. He squeezed his eyes shut and earned some soft murmurs from the elder.

“Take your time, kid. I’m right here.” Aizawa once again brushed blonde locks to the side and smiled. Katsuki was gonna be alright, that's all that kept repeating in his mind.

The boy's eyes closed for a few moments and he sighed weakly.

“Thanks Bakugo. You don't have to keep going if you need rest-”

“No sensei, I gotta tell you everything cause- cause I fucked up.”

Aizawa blinked.

“What do you mean?”

He gulped and when he opened his eyes, tears started to pool at the corners. “I... didn’t get there... quick enough. I didn’t make it in time...”

Aizawa shook his head. “No you didn’t, you were amazing okay? don’t you dare say-”

“He told me to run.” Aizawa stopped breathing for a second. Bakugo’s hands shakily grabbed the bed covers before wiping his tears. “He told me to run... But... I couldn’t leave him. I couldn’t leave him like that because he was still breathing... and Moving him could have... It could have just killed him there...”

“Bakugo we can talk about this another time okay?” He patted Katsuki's hand. “But you should know that you didn’t fuck up okay? You did good.”

They locked eyes for a moment and a silence passed through them. Not a word was spoken but Katsuki understood and nodded weakly.

“I’ll go get the Doctor okay? Just stay there. You’re parents came in earlier too so if you want I can grab them-”

“Where’s Midoriya?”

Aizawa stopped. He couldn’t move. All the calm that he felt in those moments that Bakugo was awake was now gone and all that was left was dread. He opened his mouth to answer him but found no words coming out.

What do I say? I don’t know where he is. I don’t even know if he’s alive.

“Don’t worry about Midoriya okay, you just concentrate on-”

“Recovery, yeah I know, people keep telling me but where’s Midoriya?” Bakugo winced as he tried to sit up. Aizawa looked at Bakugo and couldn’t help but feel pity and disappointment at his own failure. The image of what he saw on the cliffside flashed into his mind.

Just let me die.

Was Midoriya okay? Was he in recovery? He didn’t know. He’d been sitting here for the past few hours. Everyone who he asked about him had just said they didn’t know.

“I’m sure he’s fine. I’ll go get the Doctor and check up on him okay?” As Aizawa began to leave, he could sense Bakugo staring at him with a scowl. He wasn’t stupid. He was pretty sure he’d figure it out eventually if nobody told him.

“If he’s not okay...” It was just barely above a whisper but it felt like Bakugo was screaming. “If he’s... not... okay....”

Aizawa turned to look at the blond in the bed.

“He’ll be okay. Just rest.” Aizawa pleaded. Bakugo nodded, tears in the corner of his eyes. Katsuki hummed a reply, and quickly fell asleep again as exhaustion overwhelmed him. It would be a tough few days for him as he sleeps of that concussion, but Katsuki was gonna make it. It still kept repeating in his head.

Aizawa strode out of the room and ran right into Toshinori, surprising him. The number one hero had a stoic look on his face. Aizawa's breath escaped him. “Midoriya… is he…?”

Please. For him... Be alive.

Toshinori didn’t have to say anything. Aizawa could see what looked like Midoriya’s mom crying whilst being held by Bakugo’s mom The look of desperation as she cried for her boy. It cut Aizawa open like a knife.

“They thought they could feel a pulse... which is why they took him straight to surgery to get his heart to start but... it was already too late.” Toshinori tried to take a step forward but ended up falling on the ground instead. Aizawa felt his knees give out in that moment, as if the weight of everything that happened within the last several hours decided to just pile on him all at once. An unfelt wind stole his breath from right under him. “He’s g... g-gone.”  

Tears escaped Aizawa's eyes and he shakily let out a gentle sob, running his fingers through his hair. This wasn’t fair. He tried to get those images out of his head... Seeing him there... Bakugo begging for death.... It was like he was living the nightmare all over again.

I failed.

I completely fucking failed.

I promised him... I promised Bakugo he was going to be okay.

How can I even begin to call myself a hero if...

If I can’t even save one freaking person?

It felt like forever that they were kneeling on the ground. But all Aizawa could think of...

Was How badly he had fucked up.

***

Time felt slow.

Not just to him... but to everyone.

In total... Thirteen students were injured.

One was dead.

The teachers had said that school wouldn’t start back up again until they had a proper grip of the situation... Which really entailed press conference after press conference.

Eventually they went back... This time with a dorm system. It seemed to work. For a while nothing happened. Sure there was some villain ultra-cations but nothing normal pros could handle.

People just had to continue living their lives as if everything that had happened was in the past.

At least... they tried. Bakugo hadn’t gone back to school for a good month after it had started. He couldn’t face the realisation that when he got there, One table would be empty. Sorry... no. It wouldn’t since Todoroki and Ida had texted him that Shinso was now in class 1-a. Something Bakugo refused to get over. It would take time for everyone else to warm up to him as well. They were all welcoming but they couldn’t ignore that he was sitting in Midoriya’s seat. At Midoriya’s table. In Midoriya’s class.

When Bakugo had returned... He didn’t speak to anybody. Instead he trained harder and harder, till he was top of the class. It alarmed everyone how good he was becoming... and it completely freaked them out when he didn’t get all aggressive when something annoyed him. He ad changed.

“Hey Bakugo! Dinner’s ready!” Kirishima called as Bakugo had just come back from some late night training. That was a thing he did now. Running by himself late at night helped him clear his head. “Also, you’ve got a package on the table.” Bakugo frowned.

It wouldn’t be from his Mom, she gives him stuff when he came home on his days off.

He looked at the parcel on the table. It was wrapped in a light blue paper and tied with brown string. There wasn’t even a note. Gently, with everyone looking at him and wondering what it could be, he opened it up slowly.

Then he cried.

Inside was the familiar burnt notebook that he had thrown out of the window to be fish food.

Hero Research Notes Book #13

That damn nerd.

Bakugo couldn’t help but smile as everyone asked him what it was.

Perhaps Bakugo wasn’t alone.

Perhaps he wasn’t gone after all...

-

[thesavagetorebrothers]

Alone||E.C.

Summary: Four kills the love of your life.

Warnings: death, depression, suicide-ish thoughts

~I watched Insurgent last night and I already forgot the exact sequence leading to Eric’s death, so it probably doesn’t match up to the movie, but it’s fine.~

You knew what you were doing was wrong. You truly did, and you hated to kill these innocent people. But in your mind, staying with Eric and being by his side was worth it. Eric loved you to death, but you weren’t sure how he would react if you had tried to talk sense into him, tried to get him to leave Dauntless and quit pursuing Divergents. 

The raid on Candor started off easy. They had no weapons, no extensive knowledge to aid them in their escape, just their ugly truth. You had stormed in by Eric’s side, the two of you always covering each other. 

When those who were immune to the sleeping sim had been rounded up, you weren’t surprised to see Tris among them. You were shocked to see Uriah, one of your husband’s initiates, in the mix. The crying little girl made your heart cry out for her, but you knew you couldn’t do anything.

You stood by Max’s side while Eric scanned Uriah, proceeded to taunt him, and shoot him in the head. You flinched with Tris, trying to hold back your emotions. 

As Eric approached the little girl, you bit your lip. Eric was ruthless and deadset in his thoughts. The girl was Divergent and she would die. 

Although you loved Eric, you were happy when Tris threw herself at him and saved the little girl. 

Everything else happened too fast. Four had appeared and Eric started to taunt him, as he was wont to do. When Four shot Eric’s leg, you screamed, and a few people from the Dauntless-Factionless alliance held you back. 

Eric couldn’t keep his mouth shut and Four drug him across the floor, towards the window. You fought against those restraining you, fearing Four would toss Eric down to his death. 

Four glanced over to you and you hoped the moments you had shared in the past convinced him to save Eric. You and Four had been extremely competitive and friendly with one another, despite the circumstances. Even after you were initiated and married Eric, you had stayed on Four’s good side.

But Eric targeted Four’s weak side, Tris, taunting Four about how she would never be safe. As Four raised his gun, you screamed Eric’s name, knowing you were helpless with all of those holding you back. 

When the gunshot went off and Eric’s body crashed against the floor, you started to sob and you were freed. You rushed to Eric’s side, your tears splashing onto his ruined face. You had collapsed on your knees beside him, your head cradled against his still chest. 

As the Candor leader came into the room with his people, you silenced your sobs. The leader thanked Four and Tris and they must have glanced at you before they left, because the leader went silent for a few moments before saying, “We will take care of her.”

~

The Candor allowed you to mourn for a while, and when Eric’s body started to turn cold against your cheek, they lifted you up and carried you to a cell. The last you saw of Eric was his bonds being cut loose and being set on top of a morgue cart. 

~

The next day, the Candor held a trial for all of those who had participated in the raid, including you. 

You were zombie-like at this point, overwhelmed with grief at the loss of your husband. You didn’t flinch at the needle sinking into your neck and your soldier tendencies pushed you to march into the ring.

“Y/N Coulter, you have been accused of conspiring to raid Candor and murder innocents. Are you guilty of these crimes?” Every second that passed led to pain coursing through my body.

“Yes, I am.” Your voice was hoarse, scratched dry from crying and screaming for Eric.

“Who was the leader of these attacks?” The leader’s voice echoed around you, amplified by the speakers.

“Jeanine Matthews, the leader of Erudite.” Murmurs lit up around you. 

“Were there any Dauntless leaders behind the attacks?” Your mind went to Eric and you held yourself, as if that could hold in your sadness.

“Yes.”

“What were their names?”

“Max and...” You practically forgot the other names, your mind running on autopilot.

“Anyone else?” You nodded stiffly.

“Eric.” Your lip quivered.

“Why did you attack Candor?”

“I didn’t want to leave him. I didn’t care if I hurt others, as long as I could stay by his side.” Your eyes moved from the floor to the leader’s eyes. “I hated killing innocents, but I couldn’t leave him. I love Eric and that’s all that mattered to me.”

The leader nodded, thanking you for your candor, eliciting the same from the audience. A guard stepped beside you, leading you back to your cell, barely touching you, as if you would shatter with a little more pressure.

~

Within a few hours, a different leader had been sent down to deliver your sentence. 

“They have decided that your crimes are not worthy of death.” Your eyes flashed to hers. 

“Please,” you begged, “I just want to be with Eric. Nothing matters anymore.” You started to cry. You had assured yourself in your mind that they would execute you for what you had done. That you would get to be with Eric in death soon. The world without Eric would be miserable and you didn’t want to go through it. “I can’t be alone.” You whispered desperately, after the receding leader.

“Don’t leave me alone.”

[authorofdanger]

Miroh

Genre: angst with slight fluff

Skz zombie apocalypse au

Not much warning really

It's pretty short but I got bored

🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️

The storm finally calmed after nearly an entire day of harsh rain and strong winds. Sitting up on a high branch in the first climb able tree I could find I hung my bag and bow on the branch while ringing my shirt out. With the temperature being basically below freezing and having no dry winter clothes or jacket I knew shelter was a must unless I wanted to go through hypothermia.

My body shook violently as another breeze hit my arms and I determined it was time to look for the closest town. Taking a careful glance around me I couldnt see another moving object in sight so I grabbed my few items and leaped out of the tree, bow and arrow at the ready.

Walking through the woods has been scary enough as it is recently with the limited food supply and starving walkers that have been found in hoards but nothing adds fuel to the fear more than being completely alone. I kept my steps as silent as I could and listened to the best of my abilities but in the end I could only hear the thumping of my rapid heartbeat that never seems to calm these days. I use to be able to ignore it when I was with a group but being alone you tend to notice more about ok but yourself compared to when you are with loved ones.

****Four months earlier****

"Y/N you breathe any louder and the walkers will here you," Minho joked as we crept through the abandoned town. Playfully hitting his arm I tried even harder to control my breaths so he could move his jokes onto one of the others. "Unless they hear your blabbing first," Seungmin hushed, "seriously Minho were we not just attacked by a group not even a couple of minutes ago? Let her catch her breath. We all know she is a terrible runner." Rolling my eyes there wasn't much room for arguments. The boys were athletic and strong, only keeping me around for my ability to provide medical care and my shocking ability to hunt. I've tried teaching them for weeks but only successfully having Jeongin shoot a dose after using five arrows and chasing after it.

"Hey it could be worse. We could have Jisung not being tired." Jisung faked a hurt expression with his jaw dropped and a hand slapped to his chest but you could see from the bags under his eyes that if we were to take a small break in one of these buildings he would collapse from exhaustion. "Last I checked I kept watch while I let you guys sleep. I did all of you a favor," he gasped. Placing a soft kiss to his cheek I slightly chuckled at the tiny his face turned and how large the smile on his face turned. "Me too," Jeongin whined while pulling at my arm. Giving him two on his uninjured cheek he seemed satisfied with his reward. I was just happy he was talking again.

He once didnt say a single word for nearly two months due to the trauma of us losing our best friend after we found his family who was going a different way then we were. They claimed to know of a society going west but we were heading east for one we knew of. It was a no brainer he would go with his family and we couldnt be happier for him but we miss him terribly. It took me saving his life and nearly getting bitten for him to find his voice again.

"You are such a baby," Seungmin groaned but apologized once he caught a glimpse of my warning glare. "Last I remembered I beat the shit out of Jisung when he called him a baby. Dont think I wont do the same to you." The boy is an adult now and I refuse to allow the others to treat him as less. "She's stronger then she looks man," Jisung added as he grabbed his wrist, "I thought she broke something!"

"Guys listen," Minho interrupted, "do you hear that? It's called silence and I prefer ot over your bickering." Before I could open my mouth Jeongin grabbed hold of my hand and mouthed a "thank you" while we continued to walk. Security wasn't a feeling we felt but there was a sense of it when we were together. We had eachother.

*****

Taking in a deep breath I had to force myself to think of other things to prevent myself from crying again. After being separated by an attack from a hoard I have been struggling to stay alive, wondering if it was really worth it.

****Three months ago****

I desperately rushed through the city to find the others. Being separated was bad enough but not knowing if they were okay only added to the anxiety. There were bodies and gunshot holes everywhere but no sign of my friends. Losing hope I slowed my pace to a speed walk but kept my eyes shooting everywhere. Then I saw it, Jeongin's bandanna that I used to wrap his ankle after a nasty gash. He never removes it, leaving that for me to do when I wanted to check his wound for infection. I knew it was his when I saw the my fading initials in the corner of the red fabric.

I couldnt stop the tears that rolled down my face with the knowledge that something terrible had to have happened. Tying it around my wrist I spent hours circling the area but when all I found was his bandanna and a few broken arrows from his crossbow I knew one of three things could have happened. They escaped, they got turned, or they got devoured. My heart shattered and all hope was lost. I was alone and I was afraid.

****

Tightening the filthy bandanna around my wrist I took a few more glances around before I spotted glimpses of buildings just a few miles north. Maybe there is food, hopefully there is because I havent had a meal in days and it's taking a toll on my health. With the constant hunger and running I have become extremely thin and weak but just strong enough to keep moving.

The town was in ruins but the market had a few canned items left. I also was able to find more arrows in a hunting shop and medicine in the local pharmacy. "This should hold me off for a couple of days," I whispered to myself before climbing up to the top of a diner's rooftop to look for walkers.

"This place gets worse each time we come," a voice said in the distance. "Shut up and look for some food. I think we havent scoped out that store all the way since we were attacked last round," another ordered after an echoing smack filled my ears and a pain filled wince. "You hit too hard Hyung!" Fear filled my veins. Last time I ran into other survivors they nearly killed me with a gunshot to my shoulder. I still have a hard time moving it since I never got medical attention and it only happened less than a week after losing my friends.

"Any signs of walkers," another voice asked, "I'm not risking us being separated with a sign of danger." I held tightly to my bow and prepared an arrow before deciding to move backwards to try and escaped unseen. "Nope. I think we are fine," a familiar voice groaned, "now can we hurry so we can go back. It's cold out here!" "Minho," I muttered to myself. Crawling to the ledge I carefully peered over to catch a glimpse of the group below. There were three boys I had never seen before but my heart was bound to explode when two familiar faded hair colors caught my eye. With black roots I could see the beyond faded green hair and another faded red. Seungmin and Minho? They're alive!

"What's that," one of the boys growled after spotting me, "guns at the ready!" "Fuck," I muttered before quickly trying to escape. They're alive! Are the others? I didnt have time to think as gunshots filled my ears. "Is it a walker?" "Its too fast to be a walker!" Picking up the pace I felt my lungs burning but kept going after a bullet barely passed my ear. "Stop your fire! It's not a Walker!" I hid behind a dumpster before my legs could give out and tried to keep my jagged breathing quiet. 'Breathe any louder and the walkers will hear you,' Minho's joke replayed in my mind. Even if it was them chasing after me they arent alone and are not afraid to kill me on the spot. I was in serious danger.

Hearing footsteps I stopped breathing all together and listened carefully as multiple footsteps crept past me. "It looked like a girl," Minho whispered. "Minho did you see what she was carrying," Seungmin asked, "she had a bow. It was silver." Many people we have come across had bows of all kinds of colors but rarely did we see a shining silver one like mine since my father handmade mine before the outbreak as a birthday gift. I never got the chance to thank him after the outbreak began due to him getting infected.

"Y/N," Minho called out. "What are you doing," one scolded, "she could be dangerous!" Damn straight I am dangerous. "Dangerous? Y/N is as dangerous as a housefly. She is just a nuisance," Seungmin scoffed. Rolling my eyes I knew if the situation was different I would have slapped him by now. I could see the men from a small crack just behind me but it was hidden enough to where it would be hard for them to see me. Prepping my bow and silently sitting up I had it aimed just a few inches away from them just in case I needed to scare them. "She is as scary as Jeongin. They are both a couple of babbling babies," he added. I then released my arrow, it landing in the fence right next to the faded pink haired boy. "Holy shit," he yelled in a deep Australian accent making me internally laugh but hood it in to not be found. "Definitely Y/N," Minho and Seungmin said in sync.

"Look man we arent going to shoot but dont threaten my men," the faded blonde yelled, "now come out where we can see you." "Drop your weapons. You can take me down without them anyways," I called trying to sound as strong as I humanly could. Slowly each of them lowered their guns and held their hands up to show they were unarmed. I hesitantly crawled out of my spot and made direct eye contact with the two of my four boys. "You're alive," Minho gasped before racing to me and engulfing me in a tight embrace with Seungmin joining on the other side of me. "Shoulder," I winced, "watch the shoulder."

They both immediately pulled away and gazed at my body. Soaked and filthy with blood and dirt I looked as horrible as I felt even with the rain washing some of the grime off of me. "We thought the walkers got you," Seungmin stammered as tears rimmed his eyes, "we didnt even have time to look for you. The boys found us but said they never saw you while searching the place." "I looked for you guys for days. I didnt leave the city until I was nearly attacked again! I was alone for since then thinking you all were," I couldnt even finish after my voice cracked. I placed my head onto Minho's chest and allowed him to rub my back soothingly. "We need to go," the blonde ordered, "I hear walkers."

****

The ride to their base took around half an hour in their safari looking vehicles but looking at the multiple fences let me see just how secure they were. They seemed to reside in an altered town with handmade wooden fences that had to be atleast twenty feet tall that must have taken months to make. "I know it's not the best looking place but its safe," the pink haired boy sighed as we pulled in but I shook my head and gave him a shy smile. "Its better than a simple tree."

As we pulled in there were around fifty people waiting around the parking lot to see if all of their men made it back. In the distance I could see Jeongin and Jisung waiting patiently by a tall and clean building that had to have importance to the people who resided here. Minho helped me out of the vehicle and held his arm around my waist as we walked past the crowd with Seungmin hot on out trail. "Y/N," Jeongin cried once we got into eyesight, "oh my god!" Trampling me to the ground I could only cry as he pampered my face with kisses and tears as he repeated over and over "I'm so sorry!"

"Innie! Innie stop it's okay! I'm here! You're crushing me!" Slowly prying himself off me me Jisung helped me get up and then yanked me into him, body shaking as he tried to be gentle. "How did you survive? Oh my god I'm so sorry," he mumbled into my shoulder. Jisung and Jeongin were always more likely to show emotion so their shaking and crying didnt phase me just as Minho and Seungmin tried holding composure. Running my hand though his quickly fading brown hair I tried soothing him while also bringing comfort to myself. They're alive, they are okay, and we are all together now.

"So who is she again," the pink haired boy from earlier asked as four men approached us. "This is Y/N. She is the girl you were supposed to find when you found us," Minho said with a hint of harshness in his tone. They had to be angry. They were lied to and they knew it, I knew it. Nobody came to look for me that day and I was right where we got separated from! "There arent enough apologies I could provide," the familiar blonde sighed while running a hand through his locks, "but what matters is she is here now right?" "This is Chan, Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin. The eight of us run this place but Chan is the big man," Jisung explained as he fully let me go.

"You talked about your shoulder," Hyunjin asked, "can I take a look at it in the clinic?" Nodding my head I followed behind him with Jeongin glued to my side as we entered the tall building from earlier.

****

"It looks pretty nasty but I think it will be fine since I cleaned it. We're going to keep an eye on it for the next week or so alright," Hyunjin asked after the last stitch. "Thank you. I could only do so much with a travel first aide kit from a drugstore." Jeongin kept a firm grip on my hand as his friend left the room, leaving us in total silence. "You've been alone this whole time? In the woods? Injured," he asked lowly. "I'm okay now," I encouraged while ruffling his almost white locks with a soft pink hue. "Still havent found dye huh?" He shook his head and mumbled "not worried about it anymore. Too busy around here."

His eyes were full of emotions but I could see so many questions filling his mind that he was pondering if he should ask. "You know to help us feel better we would come up with ways you were alright? Jisung tried making the theory that you found Woojin and stayed with him." Giving him a soft smile I tried to change the subject to clear his mind. "Do you like it here? The boys seem nice." "They baby me. Alot."

I immediately got frustrated but fought to contain it. Have the boys not realized he isnt a baby? Even after I beat the shit out of Jisung? "But Chan has been teaching me how to lead. He told me if anything happens he wants me to take over Miroh. It's pretty cool but kinda scary." My body relaxed at this, so the babying wasn't so bad that he wasn't given respect. It's a big job to lead and he is being trained to do it!

"I'm so proud of you. I know you can do it." "I can now that you're here. Y/N?" I let out a soft hum, listening to everything he had to say, "you know we are staying here right?" "As long as I'm with you boys I dont care where we are. I'm never losing you again." "Well then welcome to Miroh."

[voidtrix]

A midnight encounter Sirius black

Warnings: fluff, Creepy sirius?, bad writing its my first time :)

   A cool breeze blowed from across the lake, the lake was empty, It was in the process of getting colder, and was performing an act of hypnosis.

     Perhaps going in was a solo trial of some kind, a facing down of metaphysical fears, or perhaps the nocturnal scene was just too affecting, too intoxicating.

Either way, the circumstances were perfect, and she knew she was going to do it.

      Getting into the lake was initially an exercise in finding the right set of light waves to go under or over, and, because visibility was poor, She had to rely on her hearing. This one sounds too big. This one is already cresting. It was terrifying. There's nothing like the vast, dark lake to remind you of your mortality. But terror can also be exhilarating.

     A dark eyed boy scanned the horizon, but something or rather someone caught his eyes.

   

    Y/n walked gracefully slowly at the edge letting the water lick her bare feet.

Her t-shirt that reached her knees had been taken off slowly, as she removed the small piece of article, he breathed heavily, allowing him to see not clearly, her black ink underwear. since he could only see the back of her, he came with the conclusion that there is nothing covering her breasts,

      unfortunately she walked into the cold water slowly without turning, wading farther into the water, making it unable for him to see her natural beauty, but he could see her exposed skin glowed under the moonlight

  Sirius observed her bewildered, as the light breeze that held coldness blowed her hair softly, whipping it carelessly.

       Sirius realized that he looked  like a stalker or more like a creep, but the moon that glows down upon her made her complexion almost shining, he couldn't look away, not even to prepare with his friend for the upcoming full moon, that it is half an hour away.

     When Sirius broke from his gaze he looked left and right, but when he looked back at the endless water he searched for her again, upon searching he found nothing,

     But then he looked closely just to find her floating on her back in the water, looking almost lifeless. No one seemed to notice the limp body in the lake. Except him.

    Sirius almost chocked but he fixed himself to not to blow his cover, sirius tried to not to drool at the sight of the girl slightly shown breast, but surely broke away as he saw her not moving for few seconds, seconds turned to minute soon to five minutes. 

   When reality hit him, he ran as fast as he could, taking his warm jumper shoes and socks off along the way, he harried toward her, ignoring the sudden coldness that splashed his bare chest and body,

     All this happened and she yet to move away from everything she was in her own world the place where she escapes.

     He swam toward the nameless female, and came to a halt as he saw her face shook shoot through his veins, the nameless person soon turned to the person who can he relate to, the person who he knows well but not personally.

       Sirius took the sight of her wet hair that looked like pure darkness at the moment, her lips, and the soft skin that he wanted to touch so badly.

Not even looking at her bare chest, he rushed to grab her, trying to not to look creepy but determined to save y/n the girl who he has some complicated history with.

   However as fast as his arm made contact with the skin of her hip, her sharp eyes that he adored from afar, flew open.

As she prepared her hands to strangle her attacker, she came to a halt examining him with unreadable expression.

     More silence broke between them, nether of them spoke as sirius took in her breathtaking features, especially the eyes, they were pretty against his grey ones, the kind of color that made your eyes seems dull, but sirius could've sworn he saw sadness and sorrow under.

  Y/n's eyebrows knitted together frowning, and sirius tried to no to look stunned, the girl he knew would strangle him in his place or insulte him with her sharp tongue that he always admired from a far.

     The girl looked peaceful not the same girl he saw everyday, this girl looked lost, innocent, harmless, but he knew better, this girl is everything but innocent or harmless he know shes capable of doing things no one want to dream of.

    This girl looked as she didn't care about anything or anyone right now. softly she began moving her hand at the top of the water not breaking the eye contact, With a questioning look, she didn't do anything but stare, sirius looked at her carefully taking in her kissable lips.

And with that he suddenly snapped out of his trance, he saw her questioning expression and started to stutter.

    "I–I just thought you were drowning or something you looked unconscious so —i got worried a—and i tried t-to but i turned out wrong."

   As sirius stuttered the girl held an index finger to shut him up, but when it didn't work she placed her cold hand covering his mouth.

    He shut up and looked down but instantly cursed as he could see a small part of her breast not covered by the water, she at once shrunk her self down enough to make them unnoticeable.

    "Eyes up here love." She spoke softly, he looked up wide eyed, looking like a kid caught int the act, and y/n mentally slapped herself for thinking he looked cute, and tried everything to stop the amused smile from forming.

  "I understand your actions." When y/n still saw his wide eyes she laughed softly, and he thought he never heard much more angelic laugh than hers.

   "What are you doing here may i ask?" Sirius met her unwavering gaze, he watched her thick eyelashes blink repeatedly, and gave him a look making him blush deep pink but he didn't let it shown.

      Slowly she answered "i find it good to get away from things, from people, from life, i come out here when i feel heavy." And depressed but she held her tongue.

"You never expected someone like me to say something like that, did you?" He shakes his head agreeing at her words.

"Why don't you try it, just float you wont feel anything trust me head up and breath slowly let it carry your weight for you."

"Close your eyes and think about the things you wished never existed." She continued, sirius was shocked at the way y/n speaks with him not her usual way.

Sirius placed his body in the right position and felt stiff at first but soon turned to something relaxing, he felt her soft hands cleaning his face off of his long black hair that covered his eyes, at her touch he thought deeply and let his problems be known to the wide black lake that his body claimed.

His father and mother behavior towards him, his brother sorting and ignorance, his lunatics of relatives, his best mate love life, his own messed up love life, and his bookworm friend fairy little problem.

Suddenly he heard a loud howl, and his eyes snapped wide open, he looked left and right to search for her but he found nothing, she disappeared.

After searching the area for a few minutes of turning around, but she was nowhere to be seen.

When another howl was heard he ran out of the water to go help his friends, but in the back of his mind utter confusion and emptiness shot him.

[weasleyismyking540]

@shadowfaery7 Thanks for this!! You have inspired something lol

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

"Ginevra.....Ginevra....."

She woke up instantly and screamed as she tumbled out of her four poster bed. She gritted her teeth as her arm throbbed from hitting the concrete ground. 

She looked around quickly to see if any of her dormmates had awakened. Shockingly, they had not. 

She stood up and shivered, the cold air against her skin along with her dream chilling her. She stood there, letting her mind come to the realization that she was in her 5th year bow, 15 years old, no longer in possession of the diary. It was destroyed, locked away in Dumbledore's office. 

"Ginevra.....sweet Ginevra....."

Ginny let out a gasp as she looked around frantically. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her.  She couldn't he hearing Tom's voice. Not now. He was gone wasn't he? Harry had stabbed the diary along with his memory with a basilisk fang 4 years ago. 

"You're losing it, Gin," she whispered to herself. 

"Come to me, Ginevra....I miss you...."

Her body froze. She had heard that clear as day, as if Tom had whispered it into her ear from behind. She willed herself to turn around. 

He wasn't there. 

She breathed in deep as she tried to compose herself. She grabbed her brother Bill's oversized bedroom robe and wrapped it around her. She slipped her feet into her slippers, grabbed her wand, and crept out of her dorm. 

It was 2 in the morning, but she had to take a walk. She had to get some air. 

She walked down the stairs and into the common room where she had paused. She spotted a sleeping Ron and Hermione in front of the fireplace, Hermione's head laying on Ron's shoulder with his arm around her in a comforting embrace. She shook her head as she tiptoed past them. They must have been waiting for Harry to get back from wherever he was. Wherever he wouldn't tell her.

She made her way out of the portrait hole, careful not to wake the Fat Lady, as she would surely cry out and awaken the entire house with her nagging and carrying on about her being out at this time of night. 

"Ginevra, my love.....you've grown up so beautiful.....come to me.....come to me...."

At that, Ginny took off. She ran as fast as she could in no direction in particular. How in the world could she be hearing his voice as if she was back in her first year? I mean yes, He Who Must Not Be Named had returned, and he and Tom were indeed the same, but he should have known nothing of her. At least not to be able to contact her. The memory of Tom knew her, not Voldemort. It made no sense. 

Or did it? 

Ginny ran blindly as the voice of Tom Riddle rang in her ears. It seems to be getting louder the  more she ran. 

She had to escape it  he was taunting her. Torturing her. It wasn't fair. What had she done to warrant his return into her mind. 

The next thing she knew, she was slamming into something. Not something, someone. The force was so great that she had caused him to collide with the wall.

He let out a grunt. Ginny's squeezed her eyes shut, her mind begging that it wasn't Tom. She felt her arms being gripped tightly. 

"Weaselette?" 

Ginny's eyes popped open. She looked up at the slightly taller than her figure that was gripping at her. His smoke like eyes stared back at her in confusion. 

"Draco!!" she sobbed out, breaking from his grip and latching onto him as if he were one of her brothers.  She cried loudly into his chest, her tears damping his t-shirt. 

Draco broke free of Ginny's hold and pulled her into a nearby broom closet. He put a silencing charm up and lit the tip of his wand. 

"Weasley, what the hell are you-"

"He's back, Draco, he's back!!" cried out Ginny, tears pouring like a thunderstorm down her face. "Tom is back and he called out to me and he won't leave me alone!! I can't get rid of him!!"

Draco gave Ginny a look of disgust. "I dont have fucking time for this, Weasley!!" he spat. "Stop being stupid, of course he's back!!"

"You don't understand!!" yelled Ginny, pounding at Draco's chest with her fist. "He's calling out to me!! He wants me to come to him!!"

Draco grabbed Ginny's arms, preventing her fists from making contact with his chest again. "And? What am I supposed to do about it? Why don't you run and tell your precious Potter about it??"

Ginny's eyes grew wide as she stared at Draco. She felt anger replace her fear as she snatched her arms away. 

"I tell you that I'm hearing Tom Riddle's fucking voice in my head and all you can respond with is Harry?!? Are you fucking mental??"

"I'm not the one that ran to him, Weasley!!"

"Ginny!!"

"I said what I said!! You don't need my help anymore when you have his saintly ass to run to!!" yelled Draco, his voice slightly cracking. 

Ginny stared at Draco in disbelief. "You're still angry about that?!? You knew damn well that we couldn't....No!! I'm not discussing this with you right now!! Please, Draco!! I can't take it!! I feel the darkness again!! And I need you!!"

Draco felt the wall that he had quickly built up start to crumble. To hell with Ginny Weasley.  He had said it himself the moment he saw her and fucking Harry Potter walk hand in hand for the first time at breakfast. He had vowed not to speak to her. To forget her existence entirely, which was very difficult to do as he saw her at least five times every fucking weekday. She had chose Harry over him. In friendship, in partnership....in love....

"Gin..." he whispered. 

"Please...." she said, latching onto him again. 

The wall succumbed to her plea. Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny, squeezing her closer to him as he kissed the top of her head. What was he thinking? She had had a power over him since he was 12 years old and first encountered her in Borgin and Burkes. He had found her multiple times in the strangest places when he was in his second year. They had developed a secret kinship and he was the only one that knew outside of her family, Dumbledore, a few teachers, and of course fucking Potter and Granger that knew that Tom Riddle had caused Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets. 

She was a mess her entire second and third years. Which she only showed to Draco. He was the only one that knew of Ginny's cutting, which he had to eventually put a charm on her to force her to stop whenever she felt the urge. He was the only one that she told exactly everything both friendly as well as almost sexual that Tom had said to her. That she was pretty. That if she was any older, they would be together. How when she would get older he imagined she would grow nicely into her body. Being 15 at the time, Draco had wished the memory of Tom Riddle was still around so he could have destroyed him himself. 

At the same time, it was Ginny who knew everything about Draco and his family and never told anyone. She was the one that although she wanted to believe Harry that Voldemort had returned when he had said so. Draco had confirmed it in a letter he had written to her about the man staying at his home. About how it seemed the room would chill when he would enter it. How he felt more than uncomfortable when Voldemort would say his name. How he was more scared of becoming a Death Eater than eager to be like his father. He didn't want it at all actually. 

They had shared a many a conversation in secret meeting spots around the school. Each of them felt that they had a darkness in them that they couldn't escape. But somehow, when the two was together, it seemed to not bother them. The darkness didn't seem so intense when they would be around each other. And they soon found themselves seeking each other out more and more for comfort, for a cry, and just to be near one another. 

He had grown to love being around her. He had began to make decisions about not doing the things that he was supposed to be doing all because of her. There was a plan. It should have been carried out ages ago. He was stalling. Horribly. Because of Ginny Weasley. 

And when she chose Potter over him, all bets were off.

"What does he want with me, Draco?" he heard Ginny whisper, bringing his focus back to her. "I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"You won't hurt anyone," reassured Draco. 

"How do you know that?"

"I just do. You're not capable of it. Like....like I am." he sighed. 

Ginny looked up at Draco and watched as his eyes swirled with sadness and dread. She had known that there was something going on with him ever since he had written her last summer to stay away from him, which of course she didn't listen to. He has told her that he was dangerous. That something terrible was going to happen if she continued to interact with him. But Ginny stubbornly stuck with him, and he willingly let her.

"Stop it," said Ginny firmly, putting her hand on Draco's cheek. "You won't hurt anyone." 

"How do you know that, Ginny?" said Draco, his cheek warming to Ginn's gentle touch. "You don't know what I'm capable of." 

Ginny forced a smile. "I know you wont hurt me."

Draco gazed intensely into Ginny's brown eyes. Ginny stares back just as hard. She  gasped, thinking for a second she saw something flicker in his eyes. Something that wasn't him. Before she could figure it out, she felt Draco's lips crash into hers. Though she knew it was wrong, she allowed it to happen, closing her eyes and kissing him back. It felt pleading, almost painful. As if they were both crying out to each other.

"Well done, Ginevra dear. You'll need the boy." she heard Tom's silky smooth voice in her ear. 

"Well done, Draco. Bring her to me...." he heard the voice of Voldemort as if he were right in the room. 

They both jumped back from each other. Their eyes locked once again, each of them trying to work out what was happening to both themselves and each other. 

"You heard him too." they said to each other at the same time.

[skywalkerbc]

promts 11, 13 and 114 for like a hospital au? like bellamy comes in really hurt or smth? idk (also i live your writing so much x)

Prompts 11, 13 and 114 - “I’m going to take care of you okay?” and “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” and “It’s midnight, what do you want?”

~ ~

Clarke likes sleep okay. Actually no, rephrase—Clarke fucking loves sleep. So when she gets a call at whatever ungodly hour it is—midnight she realises after blearily glancing at her clock—after pulling a double shift at the hospital, it’s safe to say she is pissed.

“It’s midnight, what do you want?” she says tensely into the phone, not even checking the caller ID.

“Clarke?” she hears Octavia, her boyfriend’s little sister, say from the other end—her voice small.

“Octavia?” Clarke asks, sitting up quickly at the girl’s tone, already looking for her shoes and keys, “What’s wrong?” she asks, hopping to pull on her shoes.

“It’s Bellamy.”

Clarke falters in her movements, her body going cold.

“Where are you?” she asks urgently, rushing out of the door and to her car.

“Ark Memorial hospital” she says softly, and Clarke starts the ignition.

“I’m on my way okay?” Clarke says, feeling slightly numb.

“Okay,” Octavia breathes.

Clarke has never driven so fast in her life.

“Octavia!” Clarke found herself shouting as she ran into the emergency room, looking around frantically for any sign of her.

“Clarke!”

Clarke stumbled slightly under the weight of the 14 year old as she threw herself into Clarke’s arms.

“What happened?” she asks as Octavia leans back, taking in the girl’s pale, tear stained face.

“We were walking home from my friend’s house,” Octavia starts, her lower lip wobbling, making Clarke run a hand soothingly over her hair, “When a car flew around the corner too fast and came up on the curb…he pushed me out of the way but-” Octavia’s face crumbles and Clarke pulls her against her chest, running a hand up her back as Octavia’s body shudders.

She rocks her on the spot for a few moments, composing her own face before pulling back.

“They won’t tell me anything,” Octavia says, wiping stubbornly at her face.

Clarke nods, knowing that they’d probably be hesitant to tell a 14 year old much, “Why don’t you go get us some food from the vending machine down the hall, and I’ll go talk to the nurses okay?” Clarke asks, handing Octavia her wallet. She nods and walks off, leaving Clarke alone.

Clarke lets out a deep breath and runs a hand over her face, before walking up to the desk.

“Clarke? What are you doing back here already?” Harper asks, looking up from her paperwork in confusion, “I thought you were told to go home to get some rest.”

“I was, but my boyfriend got into accident,” she says numbly, watching shock cross Harper’s features, “His name is Bellamy Blake, do you have anything on him yet?”

Harper looks at her in concern before nodding to herself, “Just let me take a look.”

Clarke watches tensely as Harper rifles through her papers, her face falling when Harper seems to find something bad.

“He’s still in surgery at the moment…” she starts, hesitant.

“What is it?” Clarke urges.

“It seems bad Clarke,” she admits quietly, not meeting her eyes.

“Okay,” Clarke says, nodding to herself—not feeling, “It’ll be okay.”

Octavia finds her sitting with her head in her hands and quietly places a kitkat on her lap. Clarke looks up at her with a watery smile and mutters, “Thanks,” before she lifts up her arm to allow Octavia to tuck herself against her.

“Bad?” Octavia asks after a few moments of silence.

“He’s still in surgery,” she says quietly, not wanting to lie to Octavia but still wanting to save her from some of the hurt, “We wont know till he’s out.”

Octavia nods and quietly opens the packet of chips she bought.

~ ~ ~ ~

Clarke tells Octavia to stay out in waiting room the second they’re informed that he’s out of surgery. Although she protests, Clarke can see some of the relief in her eyes.

It hurts to see Bellamy in such a bad state.

She’d been told that it was bad, several times in fact, but it didn’t fully process in her mind until she saw him—pale, bloody, limp, and covered in tubes and gauze.

The second she steps into the room, she feels her legs shake and all the air escapes from her lungs. Blinking back tears, she slowly steps towards his hospital bed, her hands awkwardly hovering over his broken body. A sob escapes her throat as she takes a seat beside him, and she’s suddenly glad Octavia isn’t here to witness this.

“You can’t die,” she cries, gently putting a hand on his arm, wincing at his lack of warmth, “Please don’t die.”

She allows herself 5 minutes to let out all of her emotion—her fear and desperation—before she splashes her face with water and goes to get Octavia.

They have a long night ahead of them.

~ ~ ~ ~

Bellamy wakes 10 long hours after his final surgery, his eyes blinking against the harsh light and a hiss of pain escaping his lips. Octavia doesn’t wake from her position in the corner of the room, but Clarke, who hadn’t taken her eyes off of the rise and fall of his chest, startles upwards, gently placing a hand on the side of his face to stop him from moving in a panic.

His eyes flit to hers and she sees the relief there. She’s sure her own eyes mirror his.

“Clarke?” he asks, his voice hoarse, “Where am I-” his eyes widen in shock and he tries to get up, wincing as he moves, “Octavia? What happened to Octavia!?”

“Octavia’s fine,” she says, pushing him back down gently.

Bellamy looks to her, searching for a lie. Finding none, he relaxes, setting his head back down on the pillow with a sigh.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” he grumbles.

“Not quite,” Clarke jokes, tears stinging her eyes—simply relieved that he’s awake.

Bellamy shuts his eyes and gives her a small smile. Clarke pulls her chair up closer to him and touches his arm with one hand, while tracing over his face with the other.

He leans into her touch and Clarke feels a lump form in her throat.

“I thought you were going to die,” she admits softly, her finger tracing over his lips.

Bellamy’s eyes blink open and he slowly raises an arm to grab her hand, kissing her fingertips. He places his arm back down on the bed, tired, and looks over at her gently, trying to mask his pain.

Stupid hero.

“I’m going to take care of you okay?” she says softly, running the back of her hand against his cheek.

“Okay princess,” he breathes, his eyes already fluttering shut again.

He’ll be okay. He’s gonna be okay. Clarke repeats in her head.

And she finally allows herself to believe it.

~ ~

Send me numbers for bellarke

[nochuobsessed]

Reign || Pt 26

Reign Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1k

Groups: BTS, EXO, Blackpink, Twice

Au: Royal

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: abuse, sexual abuse, rape(?) this chapter is quite short, but the next is super long as my planning needed a really short chapter for everything to work. Also sorry my writing is crap

Previously:

“I’m afraid you’ll have to come to the throne room,” He said, grabbing a hold of your wrist. You looked to your ladies in fear, but gestured for them to go back up to their rooms. A Queen protects her people, and goes down first.

You were dragged to the throne room, to see Jungkook, on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. Upon seeing you, he started yelling at everyone to let you go.

He was bruised, with cuts everywhere. His cheeks were tear stained, and his eyes held no hope.

You were pushed to the ground in front of the thrones, landing on your side with a big thud.

“What- what’s happening?”

A high pitched laugh drew your attention. Sitting on the thrones were Sehun and Hyuna, wearing the matching Crowns that had gone missing.

“Sorry, Y/N, Jungkook,” Sehun said with an evil tone, “But we’re going to be the rulers from now on.”

You and Jungkook had been separated for weeks. You were kept in the royal chambers, whilst Jungkook was held in the dungeons. It didn’t take long for Sehun and Hyuna, or rather the King and Queen, to find out about Jihan’s whereabouts. Guards had already been sent to retrieve him, meaning to kill him as soon as possible.

You had been talking with your ladies, trying to take your mind off everything. Jungkook was being tortured, and Hyuna had frequently visited you to keep you miserable.

“You know,” She said, the crown dazzling on her blonde head, “Maybe we’ll keep Jungkook here after we’re done with you. He could be my, plaything. Any tips?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’d slit my throat before I let you anywhere near him.”

Hyuna pulled out a dagger, decorated with diamonds on the golden handle, “By all means, go ahead.”

You stood back up, “Leave. You may think you’re Queen, but I still hold a higher rank. Get out of my room before I take the dagger and stab you instead.”

Hyuna pulled a shocked face, “Treason.”

“That’s rich coming from someone that wants to take over the kingdom and kill the heir.”

“I’ll tell Jungkook you say hi.” Hyuna left, not wanting to hear any more of your facts. You sat down on your bed, clutching the material of your dress tightly. They only sent you food once a day, resulting in your dramatic weight loss. Your face lost the brightness it once had, and you couldn’t help but think that your kidnapping was happening all over again.

Jihyo came out of your closet, along with your other ladies who had to hide whenever the new rulers came to visit, “Y/N-“

“I’m fine,” You said, brushing a piece of your hair out of your face, “They won’t break me. I’ve gone through worse. But Jungkook-“

“We heard the screaming,” Nayeon said sadly, “Your name, over and over again.”

You wiped the stray tear off your cheeks, “I will find a way to help him. I’ll get us all out of this.”

Chaeyoung took your hand, “It’s not up to you-“

“It is,” You say with a bittersweet smile, “I’m your Queen. The King cannot fulfill his duty, so I take over. Hyuna and Sehun will bring this country to the ground.”

“We’ll help you,” Jihyo said, “You saved us, you took us away from one corrupt ruler, it’s only fair we pay you back.”

You nodded, a small smile finding its way to your face, before it drops again, “We need a plan. It’s been two weeks of living like this. Any longer and they’ll have a coronation.”

Nayeon’s eyes widened, “I have an idea. It’s crazy, but it might just work.”

You listened to the physicians words, a smirk gracing your features, “Done. We’ll start organizing. No one must know.”

Your ladies nodded, and began talking amongst themselves. You walked over to Jihan’s crib, picking up his blanket. You held it close, taking in a deep breath. It still smelt like Jihan. Like happiness. Like home.

Home is where those who you are close to are. But this wasn’t a home. Your son has a death warrant, and your Husband would die if the torture didn’t stop.

“We can do step one tomorrow-“

“No,” You said firmly, “We can’t waste time.”

Nayeon opened her mouth, but stopped. Jihyo looked alarmed, “She’s right. I’ll get the supplies.”

“I’ll leave,” Naeyeon said, “I’ll dress like a commoner doctor-“

“Y/N’s sick,” Chaeyoung said, “She needs you. Jungkook will need you when he comes back. I’ll go.”

You nod slowly, “Thank you.”

Jungkook had never been in a situation like this before. Chained up in a cold, wet dungeon, receiving beatings every other hour. Not knowing if his wife and son were alive. The worst he’d been through was your kidnapping, and his parents death.

Now he knew how you felt in Min. In utter agony, feeling helpless and dead. But he’d keep fighting.

The door opened, and the echoing sounds of heels filled the room. Jungkook knew who it was, but he always silently hoped for someone else.

“Jungkookie!” Hyuna sang, “Were you waiting for me?”

Jungkook said nothing, instead he scoffed and rolled his eyes. Hyuna pouted as if she had just been offended, which she most likely was, “After all this time, you haven’t fallen for me?”

Jungkook pulled on the chains, “I love Y/N.”

Hyuna laughed manically, “That whore? She’s only using you.”

“My family, will survive this,” Jungkook choked, trying to stop the threatening tears from falling, “I have an heir. I am the King. My Queen is strong. You are nothing-“

Hyuna walked forward, grabbing a hold of his face and messily kissing him. Jungkook turned his face to the side, coughing as to make her leave him alone.

She trailed her hands up and down his revealed chest, “I’ll do you a deal. Fuck me, and I’ll let you see Y/N.”

Jungkook spat on her, “I’d never betray her.”

Hyuna raised her eyebrows, “But would she betray you? She cheated on Baekhyun, after all.”

Jungkook’s head shot up at the name, “What do you know of Baekhyun?”

Hyuna circled the room, before stopping, facing one of the stone walls, “He was my cousin. He died trying to protect Y/N. And I’m sure you will too.” She walked closer to the royal, “I’m trying to figure out, why you both would do anything to protect her. She’s a slut, a mess of a Queen. It’s pitiful, really.”

Jungkook shook his head, “The love I have for her, we had for her, was everlasting. I strongly believe no one can love as much as she can. She loved us both. She would’ve married Baekhyun if he’d survived. But he died. I love her more than anything. More than the sun and stars. If I die protecting her, I’ll die a proud man, knowing I did everything in my power to save her.”

Hyuna giggled, grabbing a dagger and making a cut in the side of his face, “And if I killed you now?”

Jungkook took in a sharp breath, “Do it then. You don’t have the nerve.”

Hyuna stopped, dropping the dagger, the metallic sound breaking the silence, “Maybe you’re right. But Sehun will kill you. Don’t worry about that. You will die a slow, painful death.”

Jungkook said nothing, and Hyuna left the room, swaying her hips in a way that repulsed him. Every day, the same thing. Sleep with me and you can see Y/N. He knew it was all lies. She was a disgusting women, engaged to an even more disgusting man.

He screamed out your name, his chest jolting from his sobbing, “I love you.”

“Y/N he’s here.”

You gulped, and straightened out your dress. He had been visiting you daily. Sometimes to grope you, others to tease you. You hated him with a passion.

The door swung open, and Sehun strides in. The guards following him stop outside your room, closing the door.

“Y/N,” He says, walking towards you. His hands find your waist, turning you around, “You’ve lost weight.”

You wince at his words, “You haven’t been feeding me.”

Sehun chuckled, his hands now roaming your body, “That was the point. Your bones are beautiful. They make you look so dainty and small. They fit perfectly in my hands-“

“Please stop,” You whimpered, your eyes tightly shut, as if you could open your eyes and he’d be gone, “Haven’t you done enough?”

“Jungkook’s still alive,” Sehun said, backing away from you as you walked away from him with a fast pace, “He always screams how much he loves you.”

Your head drops, your limp hair covering your face, “I know. I can hear him.”

Sehun nods, “Would you like to see him?”

Your head shoots up, before you remember whom you are dealing with, “You wouldn’t let me.”

“All these assumptions. I’m not a complete villain-“

“No, you really are,” You say, “You’re a horrible person.”

“That’s a bit harsh,” Sehun says, “But I’ll accept it. I have an offer.”

“What is it.”

He walked forward, “You sleep with me. Right here, right now. Only this once, and I wont cum inside of you. You do that, and I’ll let Jungkook move back up here. No more torture.”

You froze. Half of you wanted to say no, not wanting to betray Jungkook. But you couldn’t let him be tortured any longer, that and the fact if he was released, than you could both work together to get out.

“Okay,” You say, swallowing your proud, “I’ll do it. But only once and you let Jungkook go.”

Sehun’s lips quirked up into a smirk, “’I’ll have him sent up once I’m done. But first-“

He walked over to you, roughly kissing your chapped lips. He pulled out his dagger, cutting your dress in half at the front. He ripped it open, leaving you wearing barely anything.

“This will be fun.”

He finished quickly. You cried the whole time. You had cheated on Jungkook and the guilt was worse than anything you’d felt before. But it would be worth him hating you, as long as he didn’t get hurt anymore.

Jungkook had been informed that his wife had secured his safety. He wasn’t sure how, but he was grateful. He was happy to finally be reunited with you.

When he entered the room, he expected a happy reunion, you running up to him and kissing him, feeling your body against his once more. But all he saw was you, your torn dress lazily placed on you. You were crying and hadn’t even realized he had come back.

“Y/N?”

You looked up to see him, and smiled weakly. He limped over to you, attempting to hug you, “Please don’t touch me.”

Jungkook’s face fell into concern, “What did he do to you?” He touched the ripped dress, feeling the fabric, “Did he violate you?”

Your sobbing grew louder, “No, he didn’t. It was my choice.”

“Your choice what?” Jungkook asked, his chest growing tight.

You looked at him in the eyes, “He, he said if I slept with him he would let you go. He’d stop hurting you. I can deal with you hating me for cheating, but I can’t deal with you dying.”

Jungkook stood up, weakly walking to the other side of the room, “You slept with him. For me? You let him touch you so that I wouldn’t get hurt?”

“I-I’m so sorry,” You whispered, hiding your face in your hands. Jungkook didn’t know what to say, but he wasn’t mad. He knew he would’ve been killed soon if it weren’t for you.

“I’m going to kill him.”

You looked up, “You’re not mad at me?”

Jungkook walked over to you, pulling you into his weak arms, “He knew you’d do it. You’d do anything to save our family. Thank you. But I really am going to kill him.”

You regained your composure, looking over all of Jungkook’s wounds. You quickly got a bowl of water and a cloth, dabbing at the cuts and bruises. He hissed as some of them were particularly painful, but still let you treat him, “Did Hyuna-“

“She tried,” He said, as you cleaned the cut on his face from earlier, “I wouldn’t let her. Me sleeping with someone for my safety is different than you sleeping with someone for my safety.”

You kissed his forehead, “I thought you were going to die.”

“I did too,” He confessed, kissing your hand, “I thought you were dead.”

You sat down next to him, and he pressed his lips to yours, “Did he hurt you?”

“He was harsh, and finished quickly,” You explained, “Didn’t cum in me at least.”

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, “Only I can do that. You are mine. You saved me.”

You cupped his face, “Lie down, my love. You need to rest.” Jungkook nodded. Resting his head on the pillow, he pulled you down with him, tracing the outline of your face, “I thought I would forget you.”

You sighed, “We’ll be okay… I promise.”

[amoristt]

Breathe | Peter x Reader

Anonymous asked: I read your Peter Parker fic and I liked it, can you write another? Maybe one where reader is taken and he rescues her?

yessss more peter <3 i just watched homecoming and ive been dying to write more of him! thanks so much for requesting and please enjoy!

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You woke with a start, your head pounding so hard it almost felt as though it was reverberating through your every last nerve. It raced from your aching head to your toes, and it made you squeeze either side of your temples in hopes of appeasement the awful pulsing. This wasn’t like the migraines you got while doing homework, or the stress headaches that kept you up at night, no this pain in particular felt like something much more… Precise. Carefully your fingers slid their way through your hair, over the top of your skull then to the back of your head where your hair starts to feel sticky.

Half dazed already, you almost passed out when the palm of your hand met something horribly sensitive just below the base of your skull. You gasped in agony, leaned forward and ripping your hand away from the affected area, your stomach dropping when you felt your fingers were wet with something you couldn’t see in the dark. If your throat didn’t feel like it had been rubbed raw with sandpaper you’d have cried at both the pain and the thought of knowing your head was damaged, but hardly any sound came out at all.

Without any idea where you were or what had happened you were left to try and ravage your brain for any competent memory that could aid in finding out why you were in this situation. The last thing you remember, even though it was a blurry one at that, was being in your living room. Something had… Startled you. You could recall jumping up from your couch, carefully treading into the bedroom where you’d heard a commotion. After that there was nothing.

You shifted in your spot, atop something hard as a rock, and began to try and feel your surroundings. It all felt the same. Hard, cold, uncomfortable. Afraid you’d discover something unruly you tentatively felt at every part of your body, starting from your feet, then your knees, waist, chest, and shoulders. Other than the screaming wound on your head there didn’t seem to be any more remarkable injuries. There was some obvious bruising however, and it was evident every time you tried to move anything other than your arms. Your ribs felt like they’d been crushed, your legs weighing one thousand pounds. It almost felt like you’d been hit by a truck, or possibly dropped off a cliff.

Gritted moans of pain occasionally sounded when you tried to move from your upright position, and you hissed when you leaned your head back just for a moment only to feel like surging sting of pain when the spot nudged against the wall behind you. Nothing was adding up in your head and you were all alone in the dark, in god knows where. It was likely no one knew where you were either.

Your mind raced with thoughts of Peter.

He was spider man, surely he know that you’d been taken, you were his girlfriend after all. He must keep some sort of tabs on you what with all the villains he faces.

Stomach churning, you almost threw up at the realization that this whole thing could be because of Peter. Not directly of course, he would never intentionally put you in harms way, but you’d heard his spiel nearly a hundred times. He had tried to leave you numerous times before because of the very fact that he was Spider-man. There would always be villains looking for ways to tear him down, and if they couldn’t do it directly, they’d go for the next best thing. You or his Aunt May.

Apparently they’d chosen you.

Every Time Peter caved into his fears, tried to do what’s best for you by taking his leave, you stopped him. You understood the dangers you could potentially face but ‘what if’s weren’t nearly enough to make you stop wanting to be with him. But it was easy to say things like that back then. You never truly thought you’d end up in a place like this, injured, all alone, isolated. You could be half across the entire country for all your knew. Maybe even on a different planet. Maybe even in a different realm entirely.

The thought of being light years away in the hands of some alien race was enough to finally draw tears to your eyes. You covered your mouth, leaning forward tensely as every bone in your body wailed in protest. In some ways you knew you were being over dramatic. The part of you that willed you to survive tried to soothe your nerves, told you that everything would be okay and if you weren’t rescued by Peter, you’d be rescued by someone else. However there also that one thought that drilled into every fiber of your being- the thought of being out of anyone's reach. Being somewhere else entirely away that no one would even know where to start searching for you.

Growing up with the rise of Heroes as well as villains you’d heard countless stories of survivors, people taken by evil. They were on the news and on articles all over, their faces next to hundreds of words that told of their courage and bravery even in the face of despair. When you were younger you wondered if someday you could be one of the people who would look evil in the eyes, unbreaking, unfaltering.

Yet here you were, and you were not brave. You were crying ugly and afraid, body trembling in both agony and dread. You were praying that someone would find you, take you away from wherever you were so you could go home. All those survivors all sounded the same, all saying that you truly find out who you are in times of great peril, and right now you were discovering the person that you were.

A coward.

There wasn’t a brave bone in your body.

Your thoughts were relentless against you, remembering every moment you’d spent making scenarios in your head about what you would do in a situation like this. In your head you were strong and durable. You were like Peter, with his lionheart and fearless gaze staring directly into the face of of danger, unafraid and ready for anything. All you wanted to do was sit and wait for something bigger than you both in spirit and in body to help you, to rescue you. You wanted Peter to rescue you, it was all you could think about.

Then you heard a soft ding, and something in your front pocket rumbled.

All at once your entire body surged with energy. You sat straight up, dug your fingers into your pocket, and you almost cried when you felt the hard edge of your phone. Pulling it out and clicking on the light you were temporarily blinded by the brightness of your screen, but when you managed to look past the saturation you actually sobbed out a relieved laugh at the texts bombarding your screen. Peter.

8:32 PM: where are you? you left the door unlocked :( you know how dangerous that is

8:36 PM: hellooooo

8:40 PM: ___ ??

8:45 PM: answer me

8:48 PM: please

8:51 PM: ___ this is serious i need to know that you’re okay

There was a gap, then the messages returned 40 minutes later.

9:37 PM: i wont let anything bad happen to you i promise im coming just stay right there dont go anywhere

9:45 PM: i cant get inside we cant get in unless you answer me

9:50 PM: please just tell me you’re okay in there please

Fingers shaking and head reeling, you typed so fast you could barely even make out what you were saying.

10:13 PM: petrr lwheer arw you

As soon as your message sent your phone started vibrating, your ringtone almost making you throw the item 10 feet away. It contrasted the empty silence so intensely. When you clicked answer and held it to your ear you once again almost cried in relief when his voice flooded the speaker.

“___! Oh my god I was so scared I- I thought you suffocated in there, I thought your phone was maybe broken or something I- Jesus ___ I’m so sorry-”

“Save the sorrys for later Parker, what’s her condition?” A voice cut him off in the background, and you recognized it. Tony, he was there too.

“Right, right- ___, can you hear me? Are you hurt? Can you breathe okay?”

The terror in his voice was evident, and even though he was afraid and you were in pain there was a great smile across your lips. If you were on the phone with him then you were still on Earth. You weren’t in the clutches of some alien race, you weren’t realms away from home, you weren’t planets and moons across the galaxy.

“Peter,” you wheezed, and the sheer breath of relief that left him made you shut your eyes in sollace. “I’m okay, I just-... Everything hurts but- I’m okay.”

He sniffled on the other end. “I thought you were dead, I- I’m sorry I didn’t come over earlier I had no idea-”

“It’s okay, wh-.. Where am I?” You tried your best not to cough into your words but it felt like every breath you were breathing in was made of dirt.

On the other end there was a commotion of voices, the sound of Peter in distress, when suddenly he sounded distant. Before you could ask what was going on Tony’s voice was on the other end.

“___? You there, kid?”

“I’m here.”

“Good, stay there. I need to know exactly where you are, can you see anything around you?”

You pulled the device from your ear and clicked speakerphone, turning the flashlight on and finally taking in your surroundings. It was exactly like you imagined it would be- grey, dull with rock walls and flooring. It almost resembled something cave-like.

“Am I in a cave?” Your voice wavered as you spoke.

There was a silence before Tony spoke up again. “Just a little one. It was a miner's cave back in ‘02. Listen kid, you can’t panic, got it? It’s all closed off which means air isn’t coming or going. I know this looks bad and scary but you gotta stay calm.”

It’s all closed off.

You felt a grave dread burrow its way into you.

Air isn’t coming or going.

It suddenly felt like your chest was constricting, your eyes widening at his words and the sight of your flashlight illuminating a pile of rubble in front of what you assumed to be the entrance. “Oh my god,” There wasn’t a shred of light peeking in through the stones and panic started rising in your throat. “Oh my god.”

“No, no, I said don’t panic!” Another commotion sounded and suddenly the phone was taken from him, Peter’s voice reaching you again.

“___ don’t freak out, we’re gonna’ get you out of there,” you couldn’t find it in yourself to reply, your breathing already harshening at the thought of being suffocated in some dank cave full of god knows what. “Listen to me! Breathe in, out, in, out, in, out.”

You tried to follow his instructions, your shaking and uneven breaths rising and falling along with his words. I can’t breathe, you thought in a mindless frenzy. I can’t breathe there isn’t enough air I’m suffocating- 

“In, out, in, out,”

“In,” You wheezed, clutching your chest, sucking in a breath of air, “out.” you released it then did it again, and again, and again.

Eventually you found it was working, your lungs starting to allow you to breath in evenly rather than taking in sharp breaths that didn’t seem to feel like enough at all. Over the receiver he could hear the cooling of your anxiety, and he spoke again.

“Good, just relax a little bit. We’ll get you out, okay?” His voice softened towards the end, and if he was only speaking like this to keep you calm than it was definitely working. Your free hand came to rest on the ground in front of you, holding your body up, and when you didn’t answer he repeated himself. “We’re going to get you out, ___.”

“I trust you,” You finally managed, eyes shutting tightly in hopes of trying to block everything out. “What do I do?”

Peter spoke to someone nearby him, presumably Tony before returning back to you. “Alright, I need you to get as far away from the pile as you can. We’re gonna blast it open and get you out of there.”

You nodded as though he could see you and you scooted back against the wall as far as you could, shrugging your head down into your shoulders incase debris reached you on the other end of the cave. It was small in size and even just looking, feeling the walls against you, made your throat start to feel like it was closing up again. Tears pricked your eyes again and you shook your head at your current situation. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. You should be at home watching a movie, or walking along Queens’ streets with Peter, or doing anything other than trying to keep from suffocating in a cave.

“Are you away from it?” He asked, and you hiccuped.

“Yes, I’m away from it.”

“Okay,” He pulled the phone away from him. “GO!”

The moment he spoke out there was a great explosion, and the walls around you rumbled with such a force that you almost let out a scream. Dust and pebbles fell from the ceiling, and they bounced along the ground and atop your shaking skin. Another burst shook the cave and even more pieces of the ceiling fell, a hunk of stone crashing only inches from your legs and breaking apart in a million pieces, and the sound of it did make you cry out. Immediately Peter was talking to you again.

“What happened?” He yelled frantically, and you croaked out a reply.

“The ceilings falling-”

“Did it hurt you?!” He shouted distantly again. “Wait, stop! Don’t set off another one!”

“It almost did- Oh god what if it caves in-”

“It won’t, we won’t let that happen, I promise.”

“Peter it’s a cave you can’t control it-”

“__! I’m not gonna let you die here, okay?”

You leaned your head back against the wall and this time the ripping pain barely registered with you. Head swimming, you tried to even your breaths again. Something was happening- you could feel it. All of you wanted to believe Peter’s words of comfort, but you were so scared, so afraid that this would be the end of you. There wasn’t enough words in the world to stop the absolute anguish eating away at you. But, an odd feeling starting taking over. It wasn’t frantic or desperate like you’d been moments ago. Despite the scenario, in knowing there was a grave chance you’d never see light again, you felt almost… Fatigued. Tired. It felt like there was a hole forming in your chest.

You realized with dread what that numbing feeling was.  With your cries of fear, your panic attack rendering you momentarily unavailable, you’d used up so much oxygen. So much precious air. The thing that affected you the most, however, was the dawning realization that even with your predicament there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air to make you panic all over again like you should have. You should be freaking out, begging him to hurry up. Instead the fear rippled under your skin, made tears fall down your cheeks in a mellow show of apprehension. Too tired, you thought. 

“Peter,” you spoke quietly into the phone. “Are you there?”

“Of course,” He answered equally softly, as though he knew your state. It wouldn’t be hard to guess, you supposed, given your worn out breaths.

“Peter, there isn’t enough air.”

You said it so easily, like it meant nothing. The anesthetic of thin air made you almost too exhausted to keep crying. It wasn’t like you wanted to die- you’d give anything to keep fighting, to be one of those people you used to read of, but you couldn’t feel it. Even speaking suddenly felt like a chore- and you wished you could have kicked your past self for using so much oxygen while freaking out over being out of Peter’s reach. He was only a wall away the whole time. You’d breathed it all in during your break down for nothing.

“We’re almost in, just…” Peter sounded helpless, and you knew the feeling. “Don’t give up on me. We’ll get in there, please, please don’t give up.”

“I’m not going to.” You spoke, and again, it was easy to say. You realized something drastic, however. You weren’t speaking to soothe yourself, but to soothe him instead. Everything in your head felt fuzzy and numb.

Another bomb set off outside the walls of the cave but you didn’t flinch this time, not even when another boulder of stone slammed directly next to your lap. Dust surrounded you, painting over your skin and clothes. It started to feel like you were holding your breath.

You mumbled into the phone, “I love you.”.

“Don’t,” He whispered, strained. “It’s almost open, don’t you dare,” He was frantic now, voice picking up. “___ I mean it, please, you can’t leave me.”

You could imagine him right now. Jaw tense, shoulders squared. He’d look as menacing as Peter Parker could. Tony would be watching him right now, wondering what to do. He’d never been good at support.

If you could cry, you would have. Instead your chest felt heavy, either with sorrow or lack of oxygen, you couldn’t tell. The surreal feeling of floating started to blanket you, and you could actually feel the carbon dioxide filling your lungs at every breath. You wanted to panic. You wanted to claw your way free, rip each bolder out of it’s place and dig yourself out, kiss Peter and tell him you’re safe, but you couldn’t. You were not strong enough. 

The phone dropped from your hands and Peter still tried to talk to you over the speakerphone. 

Everything around you vibrated again but you barely registered it, your eyes closing on their own accord. Through your numbness your chest started to hurt, your breaths coming more and more frequent. It felt like you were gasping, body desperate for something rich, but it never came, Something in the musty air changed and you felt like you were weightless. This was it.

You could see him.

Basked in white light, his form glowing almost angelically. He was so afraid, moving in slow motion like a dream. You couldn’t find it in yourself to reach out and touch him even after he came closer, dropped to his knees in front of you. Everything was underwater. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t hear him. All the muffled echoes barely reached you. His fingers pressed against your cheek, he made you look at up him. 

You blinked once.

Twice.

Three times. 

And then you gasped, and every fiber of your being ripped from it’s dream and planted itself back into its place, back within the cave, back within the body of the person now shrouded in light and voices.

You couldn’t see anything anymore through the vibrant shine of white, but you could feel and you could breathe and it ached so badly but you sputtered through every breath and found yourself clinging hard to the figure in front of you. There were so many voices that your head was reeling all over again, confusion settling deep within your still foggy brain, but among them you picked out one in particular.

“I’ve got you,” it spoke, “You’re okay, I told you you’d be okay.”

Every part of you shook, clung onto it, breathed every last bit of air you could take in. Hands gripped at your arms and side and you didn’t fight, just let them hoist you up until you were tucked into someone's arms. You knew these arms.

Suddenly you were so cold, and the air changed so drastically that you coughed and wheezed with every single breath. It felt so fresh, and it was such a stark difference that it reached the very depths of your lungs. There was almost just so much of it- that rich, freezing yet precious air. Your head swam with consciousness, your body felt so heavy and grounded. Everything was happening so fast and there was so much of it but you managed to open your eyes just as you were set down on something much softer than the ground.

A bed, and above you, you could see stars. Thousands of them, twinkling and bright, and even though you felt like your entire body was broken they were soothing. Then you saw Peter. He was looking down at you with such a fearful expression, and he did not look brave. His lionheart had been gutted. His hands trembled when he touched at your cheek, his eyes glistening with tears when you blinked up at him.

“Whats going on?” You whispered.

He laughed. He faced down for a moment, shoulders shuddering, and when he looked back up at you there was everything in his eyes. It was the same expression he had when you told him you loved him for the first time, the same expression when you said you didn’t care what the future had in store for you so long as you and him were together. Grateful, adoring, but afraid. So afraid.

Even through your almost headless state you wondered what would happen after this. Surely he’d insist the danger was too much for you.

“You’re okay,” Peter breathed. “You’re out of there, we’re going to a hospital.”

“We?”

He nodded, wiped his eyes, and grinned. “Well, yeah, we. You were right, we- I’m not gonna’ leave you. I mean if you want to leave me I get it- I- understand- But-”

“Talk about it later,” Someone said, and this time you didn’t have it in you to determine who it was. Peter nodded, swallowed, and then you were moving. The bed you were laying on was hoisted up and put back down into what you recognized as an ambulance, and luckily Peter crawled in too.

You lifted a hand and he took it without hesitation, his calloused hands as soft as they’ve ever been against your skin. A breath of relief escaped you, a breath that you would never take for granted again.

“I love you.” He whispered.

Everything around you felt like it was going to concave. You were irrationally afraid the roof of the ambulance door was going to fall and crush you. Your lungs felt heavy and full at the same time. All the nerves in your body felt shot and burnt out, and the back of your head ached something awful, but none of it was enough to stop you from squeezing his hand and smiling.

Peter’s eyes were full of tears yet again. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped to look down before peering back up at you. He could be such a baby sometimes, you realized. He cried easily, but then again so did you. You were both as human as you could be.

You squeezed his hand again and imagined bad hospital food, get well cards, and Peter staying beyond visiting hours. Your heart longed for it all, the recovering process, the worry, the forgiveness, everything. Though it ached you tugged his hand to your lips, kissed at his shaking knuckles, and shut your eyes. 

“I love you too.”

[cancercrew-filth]

“It’s Kinda Distracting...” (Joji)

Anon Request: I really would like to read a post about the reader trying to get Joji to stop editing for a bit and to pay attention to her, like he's trying to focus but he eventually gives in? Like maybe reader just starts to give him the succ and he can't help it? I just love this blog it's chill if you have other stuff to do too dude

I sat in bed, patiently waiting for Joji to finish whatever he was doing on the computer and climb in bed next to me. I had been libidinous for the past week and a half, craving his touch and wanting his hands all over me. At first, I left him alone, wanting him to finish whatever project he had himself set on. But as time went on, the less he came to bed. I would hear the water of the shower on, signaling he was occupying the bathroom, but he would come out newly dressed in some sleepwear and then go back to his “man cave” to proceed with what he was doing earlier. I laid there on my back, trying to make myself engaged in some other activity other than just staring blankly at nothing. The TV bored me and made me lethargic, my eyes drooping slowly. I sat up rapidly, slapping myself out of it, I went over to Joji’s little “man cave”, opening the door, I saw him behind his desk on his laptop in nothing but his plaid, flannel pajama pants. I leaned on the doorframe using my shoulder as I crossed my arms over my chest. I bit my lip as I watched him: his damp hair slightly getting in his view as his eyes concentrated on the screen, his bare torso exposed as he sat there unbothered.

“Hey.” I let out softly letting my fingers dance across the wooden frame of the door, “You coming to bed?”

“Uh…what time is it?” he asked without looking up, the mouse clicking louder than usual.

“Currently, it is twelve o’ three a.m.” I answered looking at the nearby clock.

Fearlessly, I walked into the room hoping I’d catch his eye, but I didn’t succeed. I sat on the edge of his desk and he sighed, telling me he wasn’t finished with what he was working on. With my bare legs, and being in nothing but my underwear, he wasn’t paying attention. Joji loved it when I showed off this much skin and would refuse to keep his hands off of my body. He was not even close to finishing up his work, but that didn’t mean he had to put me off the way he was. I brought myself back onto my feet and walked behind the chair he was seated on, I placed my hands-on his shoulders and massaged them lightly. Leaning into him a little slightly, I placed a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Baby, not right now, okay? I’m not done editing yet. And after I’m done with this I need to edit a video I’m uploading soon.” he whined as he shrugged me off, “We can continue this tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

“You promised me yesterday…” I muttered.

Although it dawned on me that I should leave him alone so he can edit at his own pace without feeling rushed, I couldn’t help but grow more impatient as the minutes, hours, seconds, went by. I sighed and brought myself to my knees, not wanting to let any more time to go to waste. I made sure to make quick movements before I changed my mind completely. Joji was always one to cherish his time alone when it came to editing, and I was the one to always respect that, but he’s never edited this long before. Crawling my way around his desk in order to enter through the open front part of it, I was pretty bothered by the fact he hadn’t noticed me duck down onto my hands and knees or noticed me as I crawled away. My chin came in contact with his knee lightly as I placed it on there, hoping he’d get the gist of what my actions were trying to show him. Joji seemed to not have any reaction to what I was doing so I amped up my motions: I let my hand trail up his clothed leg, the loose fabric so thin I could manage to feel his leg hairs through his pants. My hand stopped at his crotch, to which he then sat up straighter with a jolt, “Whoa, hey…what are you doing under there?” he asked me confused.

“I just wanna touch you a little bit…” I admitted as I continued to caress his groin area.

“Babe, come on out from under there. It’s kinda distracting…I told you I’m busy editing.” he sighed in his ‘I told you already not to do that’ tone.

“Keep editing…I promise you wont get too distracted.” I explained as I somehow found my hand creeping it’s way into his pants.

Joji agreed to letting me touch him as he worked. There were a few times, within the couple of minutes that I sat there jerking him off, I felt him suppress moans and grunts. As he grew harder I decided to let my mouth do the rest of the work. I took his length from out of his boxers and his pants, the cold air making him feel relieved due to the temperature rising in his pants. The clicks of his mouse continued as I begin licking up his shaft slowly, then taking him in my mouth as I swirled my tongue along his tip. Joji gasped then cleared his throat, as if he didn’t want me to know how good it made him feel because he was too busy focusing on his bright screen. Taking more of him in my mouth was always challenging since he was big in size but it was well worth it if it meant getting a reaction out of him. He groaned in a rough manner, his clenched fists now lying beside him. With one hand on his shaft, I made swift movements with my wrist skillfully as I carried on sucking. Sooner than expected, his hands found their way into my hair, entangling in the nest on my head as he tried putting my hair in a ponytail. It wasn't long enough until his moans became irregular and more notable as they got louder. He sucked in a breath as I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, motioning me to keep going. I knew he was close and instead of me making a witty comment, I went back to sucking him off. Using my tongue to massage his length as I bobbed my head up and down with his help, he cussed in Japanese. It turned me on when he did that and even if this was just me sucking him off and not him fucking me after, I didn’t care…he was a sight to see what he was in pleasure.

“Y/N…fuck.” he breathed.

Placing my hands on either side of his thighs, I took more of him into my mouth, earning moans from him, I took it as my sign of approval.

“Y/N..” he moaned with his hand entangled in my hair as the other was clenching the arm of the chair, “Fuck, stop…I- I’m gonna cum.”

The thing I loved most about sucking Joji off was that he would always try and cut it short for fear that he might cum too quickly but would give in anyway if it meant that at the end of the day it would be me getting the job done. His grip on my hair got tighter and he cussed once more in his foreign language before whispering, “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

Doing as I was told, he moaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as his cum doused the back of my throat. Letting out a chain of cuss words from his lips, he lightly panted as I persisted to suck him off. Joji let out a grunt and removed my lips from his cock. I studied him attentively as he got up from his chair and held out his hand to me. Thinking he was going to help me up from my spot under his desk, I was in for a wild ride when he instead yanked me up on my feet and turned me around so that my butt was facing him and my hips were pressed against his desk. It was as though he’d finally snapped out of his trance and acknowledged me, as he should.

“Thought you didn’t wanna get distracted?” I provoked, turning my head to look at him.

Joji was strenuously removing my underwear from under the oversized shirt but soon stopped once it fell to my ankles. He chuckled to himself, “Thought this was what you wanted?” he told me in a taunting manner as he slipped a finger inside me.

I gasped and gripped the desk so hard it made my knuckles turn white. Joji went on and added another finger, he pumped them inside me vigorously. Hanging my head low as my moans grew louder, he suddenly stopped. About a few seconds passed by with no action or motion from him so I turned around to see what it was he was doing and I witnessed him sucking his fingers before he grasped his cock and pushed himself inside me at a fast pace. I grabbed one of his hands that was placed on my waist and tightened my clutch on it as he filled me with every inch of him, clouding my mind with euphoria. Joji grunted in an animalistic manner when he began thrusting faster and rougher, taking my leg and propping it up on the desk made it more so he had more access and could go deeper than he already was. I removed my hand from his and slammed it flat back on the desk, letting my hands and arms glide forward so that the upper part of my body was occupying the desk. Joji’s fingers worked my clit earning a loud moan from me.

“Joji..” I warned him with my eyes shut tightly as I focused on how sensual he was making me feel.

Alternatively, he took this as his signal to get rougher and faster, which is exactly what he did. I brought my self back up on my hands and Joji began ramming me with his thick cock, turning me into a spastic moaning disaster. My moans became consistent and as did his. Gripping his hands tightly, I came all over him as he continued thrusting distortedly, letting me know he was going to cum, so I turned around and took his length into my mouth once more as I planted my my knees on the floor. Joji’s hands went straight for my hair as I sucked him off, he moaned in a raspy deep tone. Once he came, I swallowed willingly and got up, observing his panting figure as he plopped himself into his swivel chair, tucking his dick away. He was sweaty and so was I. Picking my underwear up with his fingers, he smiled and threw them at me, “You gonna go back to editing?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as I began putting my underwear on.

“I’m not done with you yet…that was round one, I’m taking a small break. So there’s no use in putting those back on.” he laughed referring to my lace underwear as they were hooked with my fingertips.

I slid them down and went to sit on his lap, “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” he winked at me.

Distracting him was my best idea yet, and even Joji agreed.