#my little creep and freak and weirdo

[jonathanbyersphd]

I miss u Jonathan Byers

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ignore this or dont i do not care right now

[vveirdvvitch]

Look! I wrote a dirty little piece of fanfiction featuring Edward Nashton!

Edward Nashton X Fem!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, smut, fluff, porn with very little plot

Summary: Eddie does you a favor

Heaven Tonight

Edward trudges up the stairs to his apartment. It had been another torturous day at the office and he was looking forward to getting back to his real work. Cleansing the city would finally give him the satisfaction he had been seeking. Nothing would keep him from obtaining his goal to purge the rotten decay at the heart of Gotham.

He rounded the landing and began the climb up the last flight when a curious sight made him forget briefly about his plans for the evening. There you sat on the filthy hallway flooring in front of your apartment door which was across the hall from his own. He pauses at his door and watches as you tap away on your phone.

And then it happens. It had happened before and each time was a special gift Edward treasured. You lift your head up and smile at him.

The first time had been approximately 8 and a half months ago when you first moved in. He had been coming home from work and nearly ran into you when you headed down for more boxes.

“Whoops! Hey sorry neighbor!”, and that 1000 watt smile had him forgiving you instantly.

He didn’t mind accidentally receiving your mail. Now he knew your name. Now you would greet him with a warm smile and say, “Thanks Ed! I don’t know why the dang mailman keeps doing this.”

“Hey Edward!” Why you were always so friendly was beyond him. He turned it over and over in his mind. Was it a trick? Were you stupid? Were you perhaps the only genuinely kind person in all of Gotham?

Ed gave you a timid tight-lipped smile, “hey, what are you doing down there?”

“Oh you know, trying to get a hold of my sister who is far too busy with her new girlfriend to care about what I’m doing, as well as our good for nothing landlord.” You paused and gave him a quizzical look, “Well, I don’t know our landlord's dating status just that he can’t be bothered to answer.”

It was Edward’s turn now to look puzzled. You pointed behind yourself towards the door, “Key broke off. I can’t get in.”

He nodded and gently huffed, “Ah!”

“So I’m down here until someone either responds or I get desperate enough to call some weirdo who decided to become a locksmith.”

The wheels of his mind clicked into motion. He could probably solve this for you with his pliers and his lock picks, but he couldn’t be sure if you would react negatively or positively. Who has a set of lock picks at the ready? Definitely a creep.

He didn’t want to freak you out and he couldn’t let you sit here in the hallway by yourself. There was no telling what kind of degenerates occupied this building. He looked to his door, key in hand.

“Um,” Edward swallowed thickly, “you could wait inside with me.”

The lock clicked and the knob turned. The wheels spun up again. Dread fell upon his shoulders like a sodden cloak. He couldn’t let you inside! One step and you would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was, in fact, a creep. A psycho. Ed-weird. His heart pounded in his chest. Sweat threatened to cover his whole body in a clammy sheen as every conceivable bad ending raced through his mind. You screaming in horror as you ran from him; You slapping him hard across the face in revulsion; You shrieking at him with unbridled rage, “let me out of here you psychopath!”

No, surely you would politely decline with another of your sweet candy smiles. Then he could suggest waiting at the diner on the corner while he took the time to vet locksmiths.

Just as he was pulling the door back towards himself you were up on your feet and pushing past him with a cheerful grin.

“Thanks Ed! I think my butt was falling…” you trail off as you truly begin to take in your surroundings. Newspaper clippings covered in large, red letters and threatening phrases paper most of the walls. Piles of ledgers, various tools, and unrecognizable contraptions litter every available surface. It all feels so surreal as you turn slowly looking for anything to give you an answer. This must be a dream. And if it is a dream, then you can do whatever you want to do.

Your gaze lands back on Edward. Still standing in the doorway looking like he might vomit or pass out. From his sudden pallor you guessed both. Your eyes make contact with each other. His big, murky green eyes full of panic pull at your heartstrings. A dream you tell yourself again.

Without too much thought, you let the words tumble out of your mouth. “Can you do me a favor Eddie?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion but he nods.

“If you’re gonna kill me, could you at least fuck me first?”

Panic bubbles in his chest as he chokes out a strangled, “What?”

“Well,” you glance about the room again, “this is kind of a textbook serial killer apartment,” your eyes connect once again with his, “And I am the kind of dumb girl who will follow a cute guy anywhere.”

Edward’s heart stops. The wheels of his mind screech to a halt. Cute. You think he’s cute. This was not a scenario he had considered.

His face softens as he finally closes the door behind him. You find the both of you slowly crossing the room towards each other. As if your feet have no intention. They follow some magnetic drum. Prisoners of their destination.

Until the two of you stand mere inches apart. Head tilted back to look him in the eye. Heart pounding your gaze darts between his eyes and lips. The pink tip of his tongue protrudes ever so slightly to wet those lips. Before you can think too much about it you push yourself up on your toes and smash your mouth inelegantly against his. The force pushes a small squeak from your throat.

The sound snaps Edward from his tether. His arms crush you to his chest, hands pawing at your back. His form is soft yet solid against you and his fervor elicits a soft moan from your now parted lips. He takes this as your sign to deepen the kiss and his tongue begins a passionate exploration of your mouth. His hunger and inexperience make his kisses feral.

Teeth click together. Tongues clash and lick. Saliva runs freely. Drool accumulates at the corners of your mouths. Edward walks forward pushing you back towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss. His apartment is small like yours and it isn’t long before you feel the mattress hit the backs of your calves. You fall backwards onto the mattress and stare up at him.

Edward allows himself a moment to take it all in. He feels compelled to burn the image into his memory. You splayed on his bed, eyes glassy, lips parted and panting. The spitting image of delicious prey.

Carefully, as though he is trying not to spook you, he climbs onto the bed and crawls up your body. His breath is warm on your face as he leans down once again to capture your lips with his own; However the new angle causes his glasses to slide down his nose and hit you in the face.

Any tension you may have had dissolves at his soft giggles. “Sorry,” He says as he folds his glasses carefully and places them on the nightstand.

His reach pulls up the fabric of his shirt just enough to reveal the smallest sliver of his tummy. You take the opportunity to snake your hand through the gap to feel the softness for yourself.

Edward tenses, almost pulling away. Your free hand goes to the back of his head. Threading your fingers through his soft downy hair, you guide him back down for another kiss. This time his lips are hesitant. The hand still under his shirt glides over his side to his back. You dance your fingertips over the smooth skin and knobs of his spine.

His eyes flutter closed. A slow whine pushes out of his nose as his body and lips melt back against yours. It isn’t long before you feel his fingers pull at the hem of your top, so you adjust yourself enough to pull the garment up and over your head, tossed to the side. Goosebumps form on your arms and chest as Edward gapes open-mouthed at you in your modest cotton bra.

“Your turn,” you almost whisper.

Edward takes a deep breath, steeling himself against his self-consciousness. He unbuttons his shirt just enough that he can pull it and the t-shirt underneath up and over his head. While he is distracted with his task you reach behind yourself, easily unclasping your undergarment. You add it to the growing heap of discarded clothes at the same time as Edward’s shirts. A sound like the combination of a groan and a whine squeezes from his throat. The cool air causes your sensitive peaks to tighten.

The sight sends Edward into a ravenous frenzy once again. His nose crashes into the flat of your sternum and his hands crawl up to the fleshy mounds now on either side of his head. His hands knead the soft tissue and fingertips dance around your ever hardening nipples as his tongue slides across your skin.

Wanton moans pour out of your mouth at the sudden cascade of attention to your breasts. More fuel for Edward’s fire. You writhe and sigh when his wet persistent tongue travels up the side of your breast and he takes the nipple into his mouth.

Equally perverse sounds bubble their way out of Edward, his mind peacefully blank as he suckles. Your legs are tangled together and he absent mindedly humps your thigh. His hardness easily felt through the thin fabric of his cheap slacks.

Your right hand returns to his dark blonde locks, fingers tightening and pulling him off of you with a soft pop when your nipple is pulled free of his lips. You gaze on his love drunk face with its wet puppy eyes and slackened jaw. Gently you guide him to the other breast. Edward resumes his devotions to your pleasure while you reach your free hand down towards his pants.

Your fingers pull clumsily at the latch on his belt. A frustrated grunt at your failure breaks Edward from his ministrations. He looks down to where your fingertips struggle and notices the small wet dot on the crotch of his pants. You’re going to think he’s a pervert. Panic grips him yet again, until he hears your voice husky with arousal.

“Take them off.” You lick your lips before adding, “please?”

His heart leaps into his throat and he finds himself wrenching his belt loose and scrambling out of his khakis faster than he thought possible. There is a moment's hesitation before he pulls down his boxer briefs. But then he sees you are squirming out of your own pants and panties all at once. And so his underwear joins its brethren on the floor.

Edward doesn’t have time to worry about the size of his cock or what it looks like bobbing up and down, leaking precum. He would worry but the distance between your knees keeps increasing. He feels like he is watching a time-lapse of an orchid blooming, the petals unfolding to reveal the true beauty within.

As you lean back on your elbows, legs bent at the knee and falling to either side, Edward stares hungrily; a starving man crawling across the desert on hands and knees. Your sweet cunt an overly ripe peach on the verge of decay, splitting at the seams with musky juices. The promise of satiety.

Edward has never committed this particular act before but the sirens’ song of your wet, pink pussy is simply too much to resist. His arms crawl beneath your legs and wrap around your thighs. Fingers gripping lest you change your mind, close your legs, and deny him what he now considers his singular goal.

You would never, of course. In this moment, your only desire is to give in to him. You’ll do anything if it means he will continue. You’ve never felt desired like this before. Like you are a benevolent goddess offering sustenance to your most loyal servant.

His gaze flits up to yours. With a small smile and nod you award him approval. Tentatively he presses his lips to your right thigh. First a chaste kiss. Then a light flick of tongue. A gentle nibble. Briefly his breath hits your sensitive throbbing sex but your torture is prolonged when you realize he is simply moving to do the same to your other thigh.

Desire coils within your pelvis. The ache overwhelms you, your need too great.

Your whines and moans fill Edward with a confidence he was unaware he could achieve without his mask. His breath is cool and sharp on your wetness as he comes to feast on you at last.

First, a chaste kiss. You throw your head back and shudder, amazed at how such a simple action could feel so electric. Then a light flick of tongue. Your elbows give way, landing you flat on the mattress. A gentle nibble. Your thighs clamp together to hold him hostage against you at the same time your hand flies to the back of his head.

“Ahhhhh! Eddie!!! Ahhhh!” You moan his name.

A beautiful woman is moaning his name.

The wheels in Edward’s mind begin to turn yet again. He cannot lose this. He needs to know how to recreate this result. He will master this puzzle. Unleashing his tongue to explore your folds, he begins to catalog every twitch and sound you make.

The flat of his tongue licking you like an ice cream cone draws a low moan. The pointed tip drawing circles around your clit cause you to buck and hiss. He kisses, sucks, and licks. You pant, shake, and writhe. He pulls your labia into his mouth. You growl and arch your back off the bed. He pushes his slick muscle into your aching hole. Your eyes go crossed as you whine and shiver.

It is impossible to tell how much time has passed. Every touch from Edward is electric pleasure. What started as sloppy-yet-eager has become a determined assault on your pulsing cunt. Your head lolls to the side and you can see him buried between your thighs, nose pressed to your clit. Sensation and image combine to launch you into ecstasy.

Your hips buck. Moans blur into growls blur into a purr. You feel your insides tighten and relax. Tighten and relax. A gush of fluid rushes into Edward’s mouth which he drinks gratefully.

Panting, he pulls back to look back up at you. His eyes glassy with lust and triumph. Face glistening with your release. Never have you seen something so erotic.

Your hands dart out and clutch his shoulders, “Eddie please, I need you. I need you in me.”

Edward pushes a sharp breath out of his nose. This is it. Jaw clenched, he reaches for his bedside table and pulls a condom from the top drawer. Not that he had many lovers, just that sometimes economy of cleanup during certain solo activities was tantamount.

With shaking fingers he rips the package open and tosses the wrapper away. He tries to steady his breathing and roll the condom on his turgid member. Lips pursed in concentration, eyes closed, Edward takes a deep grounding breath.

His absence is too much. You wiggle yourself closer to him and whisper seductively, “Please Edward.”

His eyes snap back open. His face set in determination he leans himself towards you. Propping himself on up his elbows over you. You simply can’t take it any longer. Before he can make another move you snake your hand between your legs and grasp him firmly eliciting a growling moan from the usually stoic man.

He is thick and firm in your palm. Twitching with excitement. You guide him towards your entrance, rolling your hips up to take in the tip. Seemingly of their own volition, Edward’s hips come crashing into yours, sheathing himself in one fluid motion. If you weren’t so aroused it may have been painful but all you can feel is a delicious fullness. Sparks ignite behind your wide eyes.

Edward takes a deep shuddering breath and pulls back slowly, looking down to see where you connect. He nearly pulls all the way out before sliding back in. The pace he sets is tortuously slow. Dragging his full length in and out. Your eyes roll back in your head, legs shaking. Edward has the sudden desire to never cum. To simply slide in and out for eternity. Perhaps that would be heaven.

Warmth and desire pools in your belly. Your legs come up to wrap around his hips. Your arms wrap around his torso. Still he continues to go much slower and gentler than what you crave.

“Please Eddie faster, please” you sob into his shoulder.

Unable to do anything but give in to your request, his pace quickens. He screws his eyes shut tight and wills himself to hold out. To remain here inside of you for as long as possible.

Edward nearly loses his control when your nails dig into his back and you wail, “Harder!”

A high pitched whine builds deep within him as he pistons himself into you. This is what you had been craving. Him rutting like a crazed buck in heat.

You pitch your hips up in time with his. Wet slapping sounds echo around the room peppered with guttural moans and hisses of pleasure.

Jaw clenched, Edward uses every ounce of willpower he has to maintain his pace, holding back just enough to avoid falling over the edge. No small feat as you thrash beneath him. Gasping. Clawing at his back. Digging your heels into his ass.

“Ohmygod, Eddie! Mm gonna cum!” Your body engulfs in fire, every nerve alight with ecstasy. You become weightless, out of time and space as your orgasm crashes through you.

Edward feels the rush of warm liquid. Your soft, slick walls clamp down on him like a vice. The muscles contract in waves to produce a milking sensation. He does not slow, fucking you through your orgasm and quickly catching up to his own.

A sweet languid smile graces your flushed face as you come back down from your peak. You are so beautiful, so angelic in his eyes.

A dark possessiveness overcomes him. His thrusts come even faster. More wild than before. He buries his face into your neck and growls, “Mine.”

The word unlocks something within you. Your arms and legs curl around him tighter as you gasp your reply, “Yours.”

His teeth sink into your neck. You feel his growls reverberate in your whole body as he repeats it over and over. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The tension in his abdomen becomes too much to bear. He feels his scrotum tighten in anticipation of release. Edward seats himself inside your warmth as deeply as he possibly can. A strangled cry rips from his lungs as he cums inside of you.

As the spots fade from his vision and his ragged breath evens out, the full realization of what has transpired comes over Edward. The pretty girl from next door was beneath him. Naked. The woman he had pined over since the very first time she had smiled at him was flushed and breathing unsteadily.

Cold spiney fingers of panic start clawing at his chest. The questions don’t just run at lightning speed through his mind, they tumble speedily from his lips.

“Um A-are you okay? Uh did you uh c-cum? Was was I good?”

Edward’s face burns with embarrassment at his clumsy pillow talk.

Until your face once again brightens with a smile, “Yes, oh yes and oh my god yes!!”

You punctuate each affirmation with a kiss, gazing back at him adoringly.

His heart swells beating back the icy grip of panic. He lets out a breath he did not know he was holding and gently untangles himself from you.

Edward carefully slides the condom off his now softened member and ties off the end. He places it gently on the nightstand. Cringing at the sickening squish sound it makes.

He picks up his glasses, places them on his face, and turns back to you. “Um do you need anything? What should I do now?”

Your face splits into a warm smile, “Just cuddle me, silly.”

You open your arms up to him and he slides down to lay beside you. Arms wrap around each other and legs entangle together. Edward grabs the blanket and pulls it over you both at an awkward angle. You idly play with his hair and a contented sigh escapes you.

“Hmm I guess this means you’re not gonna kill me huh? “ you say with a tired laugh.

“No,” you can feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck, “but I might chain you to the radiator.” A high pitched almost manic giggle bursts from him.

You join him with your own laughter crazed from the whirlwind of emotion. You didn’t know if he was kidding or not. Or if you even cared.

End

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Not That Kind of Guy

Part Ten: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, oral, dick piercing, spit, back shots, GEN. SMUT[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is so annoyed with his mother. He discovers something and Ghost has plans for it. [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: August 16th

I thought for sure you’d kick me to the curb. But just like always, you never fail to amaze me. You like the side of me that no one else does, you like both of me, that’s a miracle if I’ve ever seen one.

I don’t even like both of me.

You chose me, for whatever reasons you might have, pure curiosity or genuine care and interest… I don’t really care. All I care about is that you chose me. You want me. Me. All of me.

You’re choosing both of me. Separately. But soon you’ll love both sides of me, you’ll love me as a whole. That’s something no one has ever given to me. No one has ever wholly loved me, partially because I’ve never shown anyone all of me, partially because I used to fail miserably at balancing the black and white of my being.

Anakin the perfect boyfriend and future husband deserves your daylight love. Ghost the purposely imperfect and probably less than sane guy deserves your midnight curiosities.

I like this. Separating myself this way, it’s more manageable. I’ve tried for years and years to just be Anakin who is always pretending to be the man of the year, but is still just a tad too… off putting.

To everyone back home, I’ll always be the strange guy who only had two friends, himself and the neighbor kid who was only such good friends with him because they grew up in close proximity.

Anakin, the weird kid who didn’t know how to smile properly.

Anakin, the creep who stared too much, not at anything inappropriate. I wasn’t leering at women or anything, it’s just creepy for people to be looked at by someone who has ‘dead eyes’ and ‘doesn’t blink enough’.

Anakin, the ‘well he’s trying’ boy. The poor little guy who brought Brianna a handful of nettles on the playground, tied together with worms. ‘He meant well! He’s trying to be nice sweetie.’

Anakin, the ‘turn out your pockets before you come inside’ kid. You come home with a dead squirrel in your hoodie pocket once and your mother will never trust you not to have another stashed somewhere.

‘hey, it’s not that I don’t think you’re great! I do! You’re just not… great for me.’

‘please don’t look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable’

‘Get away from my yard, I know what you’re doing!’

‘Who’s cat is that? Anakin! Where did you get this?’

‘Ani, you can’t keep doing this. I can’t protect you forever!’

‘Don’t you want to have friends? A girlfriend? To grow up and have a family? Don’t you want that?’

I was always Anakin-weird as hell, psycho, town freak-Skywalker.

In your daylight love I can be Anakin-nice guy, perfect smile, warm hugs-Skywalker.

I can shove everything else into The Pit until I’m ready to put on that Ghostface mask and take off my mask of normalcy. Weird isn’t it? Putting on a mask just to take off another one?

I like it though. I really like it.

I can be normal for you. I can. I can be normal. As long as Ghost can be let out of The Pit sometimes. No more balancing on the edge for Anakin. No more hiding and pretending and suffocating myself with the act of being a person.

If I can flood Anakin with all the things I’ve learned over the years, all the knowledge I’ve stored away in my mind’s filing cabinets… then you can have the man you deserve.

You’ll just have to come to terms with the fact that once Ghost makes his appearance, your Anakin is gone until further notice.

I think you’ll do well with that. You’re already handling it swimmingly.

Diary Entry: August 17th

You left me a note of your own this morning, a question I wasn’t expecting in the slightest. When I walked into the kitchen and finally cracked open the diary you’d left laying there for me I was shocked. Absolutely and completely shocked.

‘When are you coming home?’

You’re asking Ghost to visit you? For real? I don’t even know how to react, I never thought you’d be the one requesting the company of my masked presence. I guess giving you an option, proving your feelings and your well-being mattered most to me was the right move.

Now I just have to figure out what I’m going to do. I’ll have to plan. I need to think.

I have to be so much more careful now.

Date

August 18th

This is the first time Ghost hasn’t responded when you’ve contacted him. It’s been three days of nothing. He’s not been inside your house at all, no gifts, nothing has been moved, your cat’s bowl is empty when you get home.

His absence is more unsettling that his presence.

You’re beginning to wonder if you’ve angered him by asking about his next visit, was that the wrong thing to do? Did it freak him out? Asking about his plans… did it make him uncomfortable? Or is he tired of the chase now? Now that you’re interested… is it possible he’s lost the adrenaline rush of it all and he won’t be back at all?

There’s no time to ponder or worry right now, yet here you are staring into the foggy mirror in your bathroom post-shower.

“Hey sweetheart?” Anakin’s cheery voice floated to you from under the door.

“In here!” You called out, opening the door up and wiping off the mirror, grateful to have been pulled out of your mind.

“Want help picking something out?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your middle, pressing his nose to the crown of your head to smell your freshly washed hair.

“Mmm yeah if you want.” You nodded, smiling at him in the mirror.

“You excited?” He grinned, poking your sides to hear you giggle.

“Yeah… a little bit nervous though to be honest.” You confessed.

“What? Why? They’ll like you, I have no doubts.” He said with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulders.

“I know, it’s just… what if they don’t?” You asked nervously, looking away from his intense gaze in the mirror.

“They will.” He whispered kissing your temple.

“But what if they don’t?”

“They will, but, if for some reason they don’t then they’re stupid.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I know they will okay?”

“But Ani I’m worr-“

“Hey.” He said sharply, catching the words before they could leave your lips. “That’s enough.” He said in a softer tone.

He sighed, grabbing the hair brush from the sink countertop. He started brushing through your wet tangles, starting at the ends and working his way up.

“You’re important to me. They know that.” Anakin whispered, kissing your shoulder. “They know you’re something special, trust me. I’ve never brought anyone to meet them before.”

“Seriously?” You whipped your head around with a horrified expression on your face.

“Yeah seriously.” He nodded. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone else.” He gently directed your head back to face the mirror so he could continue brushing your hair.

“That makes it even worse!” You squeaked, slumping over against the sink, your arms crossed on the cold Formica top with your forehead rested on them.

“Why?” He asked as he sat the brush aside and placed his hand on your back, rubbing up and down the soft fabric of the towel around you.

“I’m the first girl you’re bringing home!” You said exasperatedly, “they’re gonna be expecting someone like… like super great and amazing.”

“You are super great and amazing.” He laughed, squeezing your hip and patting it gently.

“But-“

“Baby stop.” He said softly. “You’re gonna work yourself up all over nothin’. Please, just trust me okay? They’re gonna think you’re perfect.”

“Okay.” You sighed, standing back up and turning around to hug him tightly. “Alright. Let’s get ready then.”

“I’m ready.” He said gesturing to his tight grey crewneck and ripped black jeans. “All fancy and shit.”

“I wouldn’t say fancy, but I would say hot.” You grinned.

“Stop.” He chuckled, “should I go change? I can’t have you drooling over me at the dinner table with my parents.”

“No, no don’t change.” You shook your head with a giggle. “I can wait.”

“You can wait?” He gave you a devilishly toothy smile. “Wait for what darlin’? Does baby need some attention?”

He picked you up and sat you on the sink counter, giving your ass a firm squeeze. Immediately bringing one hand to your cheek, his thumb on your chin, he tilted your head to the side and hovered his lips just over your skin. Barely grazing the softness of his lips up the length of your neck to the dip beneath your ear. His free hand rubbing up and down your side, as he finally pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to your sensitive flesh.

“My girl only waits when I say so.” He whispered, nipping your earlobe.

He nuzzled into your neck, bringing your ass to the edge of the sink with one arm, using the same hand to slip beneath your towel and travel up your abdomen. The towel fell from where it was tightly tucked at your chest, Anakin’s hand cupping your breast gently as he thumbed at your nipple.

His lips soldered to yours in a passionate caress of lips and tongues, you could taste the minty flavor of the gum he constantly chewed, the forever lingering ghost of cigarettes and the delicious savory flavor that was uniquely him.

He was so good at distracting you with his mouth on yours that he could get away with just about anything and you’d never know until it was too late. Just like now, when you heard his belt buckle clank against the bathroom tiles. You couldn’t help but smile, it was something so simple, but it was one of your favorite things.

The sound will forever be associated with every kiss, every touch, every gasp and breath he’d given you and every intimate moment to come. The jangle of his belt buckle coming loose meant falling apart in his arms, it meant love without saying it aloud.

Anakin snickered as he teased your opening with one finger, swirling it around the outside, never fully dipping inside.

“Greedy little pussy.” His deep bedroom voice never failed to conjure up a gush of slick to your already drenched cunt. “So fucking wet already.”

“Mhm.” You nodded, wiggling your hips closer to his hand or at least you tried to, Anakin held you firmly in place, tsking at your attempt.

“See? Greedy.” He chuckled but gave in anyway, finally pushing in one digit to twirl around your gummy walls while he pumped in and out slowly.

“Can’t help it.” You panted, breathing heavily despite the relief of getting what you wanted, you needed more. “Missed you Ani.”

“Oh poor thing, I missed you too.” He cooed, adding a second finger while he rolled his wrist as he thrusted his fingers deeper.

Just as you were about to speak again, the shrill sound of your phone alarm blared next to you on the counter top, making you both jump.

“Jesus! what the fuck.” He snorted, “pause baby.” He said as he reached over to turn it off and check the time.

“I’m so glad you set shit like that or else we’d never get anywhere on time.” He said with a smile. “Now, hop down and let me bend you over.”

“What we’re doing a quickie?” You teased as you did as requested, sliding off the sink and obediently bending at the waist for him.

“As much as I hate it, yes.” He sighed. “You know I like to take my time.”

He said as he rubbed his rough palm over the swell of your ass, tugging his boxers down with his other hand. He shoved his palm under your chin and tapped your cheek.

“Spit.” His voice was rough and gritty, like he he was straining, fighting not to ram himself into you right that very second.

You spit into his hand, earning a mumbled: “Atta girl.”

He slicked his cock with your saliva, stroking himself quickly with the head of his cock pressed to your entrance, pleasuring himself but just torturing you with the heat of his length.

“Ani!” You whined, pushing your hips back against him.

You’d done exactly what he wanted. The second you pushed back he rammed his cock deep inside your pulsing heat. He set a brutal pace, wrapping one arm around your chest. Your hands instinctively flew up to hold onto his muscled forearm, his grip tightened and you gasped in surprise.

“Christ Anakin.” You breathed out, your eyes wide with shock at this sudden change of pace.

He was a slow and sensual lover, he liked to take his sweet time and caress every curve and kiss every centimeter of flesh that he could reach. But this was completely different, this was pure hunger, hips snapping against your ass at a punishing pace.

His other arm came down your stomach and spread your pussy lips apart to press and pinch the little hard nub that would have you shaking beneath him.

The way he was breathing so heavily in your ear, the hot air fanning over your cheek, it only heightened the feeling. Sending goosebumps down your skin and perking up your nipples again. The sound of your wetness was loud enough to hear with each and every plunge of his cock.

“You like it like this baby?” He chuckled, “sounds like you like it.”

“Uh huh.” You nodded rapidly, gripping his arm tightly as a particularly sharp streak of lightning shot through you.

Your pussy clenched down around his cock and you closed your eyes to concentrate on the feeling the metal jewelry at the tip of his cock gave you as it stroked your insides roughly.

“Making such pretty noises,” he moaned, tilting your head back and to the side using your hair, to properly reach your mouth so he could ravage you with his tongue just as he was with his dick.

“C’mon baby, let me hear it.” He panted, sucking your lip between his teeth.

“That’s it, yeah there’s my girl.” He laughed, watching your eyes roll back until just the whites were visible. Your eyes fluttered shut as your cunt pulsed around him.

“Fuck… Fuck that’s- right there… please?” You whined, trapping his hand right where it was with your fingers digging into his wrist.

“Good manners.” He praised, licking along the length of your jaw. “Good manners baby, so proud.”

“Just like this huh?” He questioned teasingly, a smirk on his lips caught your attention in the foggy mirror. “You like the piercing don’t you baby? Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut tight while you waited for him to push you over the edge. “L-love it. Don’t ever fucking take it out again.”

“Sure thing baby.” He snickered. “You ready sweetheart? Getting close aren’t you?”

“You can cum.” He said as you nodded, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as he drilled into you, rolling your clit between his finger and thumb.

The coil that had been wound tightly in your core snapped with his permission, a high pitched groan eeked out from between your gritted teeth, your cunt leaking down his shaft as he fucked you through the high.

“Lean down.” He said as he pulled out abruptly, leaving you gaping and gasping for breath.

“Perfect.” He groaned, one hand on your waist as you pressed your torso against the sink counter.

He stroked his cock wildly, his fingers digging into the plush of your waist, squeezing soothingly when his chin dropped to his chest and he stiffened up, holding his breath. All you could hear was the sound of his slick hand pumping his swollen length over your ass.

Until finally you felt the warm spurts of cum splatter on your skin, the viscous fluid dribbling down your lower spine until it slid over your ass hole.

“Fuck, that looks so damn pretty.” He breathed heavily, standing back to take in his art work.

“I should take a picture.” He whispered, kneeling behind you with a hand under each ass cheek, he licked up his own cum with a satisfied hum.

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Approximately an hour after Anakin defiled you in the steamy confines of your bathroom, you were walking hand in hand into one of the nicer restaurants on the outer circle of the city. Meeting his mother terrified you, his stepfather not so much. Anakin didn’t grow up with him, he wasn’t a staple of his childhood.

But his mother was. She was a single parent, worked so incredibly hard to provide for herself and her son. She made sure he had everything he needed and then some, she was truly a saint.

“Chill out.” Anakin whispered, squeezing your hand gently. “You’re okay.”

You nodded and silently let Anakin pull you along behind the host who was leading you to the table where his mother and stepdad waited for you both.

You laid eyes on his mother first and the smile that spread across your lips was genuine. As soon as you saw her your worries started to slip into the backseat of your mind. She exuded a calming atmosphere, she seemed so serene and unbothered. What you’d give to live life like that.

You could see where Anakin got his comforting nature from, especially as she stood up and extended her hand to you. The gentle smile and warmth in the crinkle of her eyes was enough to melt your heart.

“I’m Shmi.” She introduced herself in a soft tone, looking to her side where her husband sat. “This is Cliegg, Anakin’s stepfather.” He gave you a nod and warm smile after clapping Anakin on the back in an awkward side hug.

“It’s great to meet you guys!” You chirped, introducing yourself quickly.

“You too sweetie.” Shmi smiled, moving to envelope her son in a hug.

“Hey momma.” Anakin chuckled, squishing her shorter frame in a big bear hug. “Miss ya.”

“Missed you too hon.” She said quietly, patting his chest before returning to her seat.

She gave Anakin a little smile of approval when he pulled your chair out for you to slide into, you wanted to gush about how grateful you were that she’d raised him to be such a gentleman but you got the feeling that she already knew.

The four of you engaged in a bit of small talk while looking over the menu options, you refrained from even picking up the menu, getting an odd look from Cliegg who just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘suit yourself’. The waiter returned with ice water for everyone and a bottle of wine for the table, getting ready to take orders with their pad and pen at the ready.

After Anakin’s mother and her husband ordered, Shmi looked at you expectantly but you just gave her a small smile as Anakin ordered for the both of you.

“Anakin.” She chided him after the waiter left. “She’s perfectly capable of speaking for herself.”

“I know she is.” He said firmly. “But she shouldn’t have to when I’m perfectly capable of doing it for her.”

“Shmi it’s okay really.” You laughed light, knocking Anakin’s foot with your own as a warning. “I prefer it honestly. I think it’s sweet.”

She gave you an odd look, her face was soft just as it had been the whole night so far, but her eyes conveyed something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Alright sweetie.” She conceded and nodded, the look passing over her eyes just as quickly as it appeared.

Anakin’s arm slid around your waist momentarily to offer some comfort, gently squeezing your hip and tapping his thumb rhythmically while he jumped straight back into the conversation he was having with his stepdad.

“So, Anakin’s told me quite a bit about you.” Shmi said warmly. “He said you’re a waitress and you’re taking classes at the college?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded happily. “The Bluebird Diner, it’s a real great place. Anakin’s a big fan of the butterscotch pie.” You smiled.

“The college… yes I’m taking classes. They’re all going well but I’m not set on a major yet and it’s getting to be the time that I decide.” You sucked in an anxious breath, giving her a nervous look.

“Well that’s perfectly fine.” She said, surprising you with her acceptance of your unplanned career. “I dropped out after my freshman year and didn’t complete my degree until Anakin was in highschool.” She explained.

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anakin’s side profile while he spoke to his stepfather. “Do you mind if I ask why?”

“Why I dropped out?” She asked, leaning back in her chair. “Well it was for a few reasons. Mostly because it’s difficult to work, educate yourself and raise a child alone.”

“I can imagine it would be.” You agreed with a humored smile, expecting to be met with a similar expression by Shmi.

Though you weren’t, instead she had a strange sort of reminiscent look about her. Not the fuzzy feeling of nostalgic reminiscing, more of a moment of remembering something unpleasant.

“Yes.” She nodded, “Anakin didn’t make it any easier.”

“Oh…” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her sudden shift in demeanor.

It seems she noticed your body language change and she quickly corrected herself by breaking out into a smile, sitting back up straighter in her seat.

“But what kid doesn’t?” She laughed lightly, reaching out to pat your hand affectionately.

“Right,” you nodded, chalking up her strange switch up as a mother remembering her rowdy son. It must be hard, seeing him grown up and finally bringing a girl to meet her.

“So how did you two meet?” Shmi asked, turning in her seat to face you fully, giving you her full attention. “Anakin said you’re neighbors?”

“Yeah! Yeah that’s how we met officially.” You nodded.

“Officially?”

“Well we found out after we’d talked a few times that we actually met at the bar he works at.” You explained, “he made a drink for me. I thought he looked like… semi-familiar, you know it’s hard to miss the tattoos.” You smiled.

“Oh that’s very true.” Shmi laughed. “Definitely stands out.”

“Yeah, so we officially met the day he was moving in across the hall from me.”

“Oh you’re telling her about move in day?” Anakin cut in with a big grin on his face.

“Mhm.” You nodded happily, gazing at him with a hint of adoration in your eyes. “Anakin had his stuff strewn out in the hallway and I knocked over a stack of his books.” You laughed and he squeezed your shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, then we chatted for a bit and she noticed a book of mine that she’d lost her copy of, so I gave it to her. That’s how I snatched her up.” He said proudly, gesturing to you with both hands like he was presenting a trophy.

“Huh, who knew you had a little romantic streak?” Cliegg laughed.

“Oh he definitely does!” You agreed eagerly.

“Well Anakin I have to say: I’m extremely impressed you’ve found such a lovely girl.” Shmi said softly, glancing at you with those warm eyes.

“Took you long enough.” His stepdad smacked his upper arm with the back of his hand with a deep laugh.

“Hey, I was holding out for the right one.” Anakin said with a satisfied smile. “I wanted my forever girl and I found her.”

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The rest of the night went smoothly, no hiccups, no awkward moments, nothing you’d worried about came to fruition. His mother was as sweet as could be and her husband definitely suited her well. All in all, you were happy to have had the opportunity to get to know them. You were proud to be the first girl worthy of meeting them and you were thrilled that they seemed to like you as much as you liked them.

“See? Told you.” Anakin whispered, walking beside you out of the restaurant.

“You were right.” You sighed. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I was what?” He fake gasped, one hand coming up to cover his mouth dramatically.

“You heard me and I’m not repeating it.” You giggled, bumping him with your shoulder.

“Good enough for me princess, I’ll take it.” He smiled, pulling you close and pressing a chaste kiss to your hair.

You said your goodbyes to Anakin’s parents just outside the entrance, a full, loving hug from Shmi and a ‘you’re great but we’re not there yet’ double hand squeeze on one of yours from his stepdad.

You’d just started walk to the car when Shmi called out to Anakin, causing you both to swivel around.

“Ani, sweetheart can you come talk for just a second?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh… yeah okay.” He nodded, handing you the car keys.

“I’ll go see what’s up baby.” He said with a soft tone, “go ahead to the car.”

You followed instructions and did exactly as he asked, climbing into the passenger seat of his car and starting it so you could listen to the radio while Anakin was gone. You didn’t think much of it, it was probably just a bit of an after dinner debrief.

Anakin jogged over to his mom and leaned against Cliegg’s truck while he climbed in, leaving just Shmi and Anakin to speak alone.

“Ani she’s a wonderful girl.” Shmi said, squeezing his arm gently.

“Yeah she is, she’s perfect isn’t she?” He gushed, his pupils widened at just the thought of you.

“Yes-“

“She’s just… everything. She’s everything to me.” He continued, picking up his mothers hand.

“Just w-“

“I mean I really believe she’s the one mom.” He squeezed her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles in an affectionate way. “Really I do, she’s perfect. I- I’m so glad you guys like her, I knew you would of course but she was just so nervous and-“

“Anakin!” Shmi said sternly, her voice quickly going back to a calm tone after getting his attention.

“Anakin, sweetie, I’m so glad you’ve found your person.” She started slowy, holding eye contact with her son’s intense gaze. “I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah of course-“

“I’m proud of you. You’re a good boy honey.” She said quietly, “she’s a sweet girl, she deserves the best.”

“Well yeah she does, of course she does and-“

“Are you being your best?” Shmi asked him, her voice turning hard, alittle sharp. “Swear to me, Anakin. Swear you are?”

“Yes mom.” He sighed as though he were expecting this conversation.

“Are you still taking your medicine? Seeing your doctor?” She asked worriedly.

“Really?” He scoffed. “Please, let’s just drop it. This was a good day, please don’t ruin it by worrying over nothing.”

“Are you though?”

“Yes!” He hissed, clenching his teeth tightly. “Yes I’m still seeing the doctor and taking the stupid pills, yes.”

“Good. Very good.” She breathed a sigh of relief at his compliance.

“Don’t ask me if she knows.” Anakin said sternly. “She doesn’t.”

“You can’t just keep that from her, she has a right to know Anakin!”

“It’s not the right time for that.” He raised his voice slightly. “She doesn’t need to know yet. I’ll tell her on my own terms.”

“But you can’t-“

“I said: I’ll tell her on my own terms.” He breathed deeply, keeping his temper in check. “Please mom, just… just be happy for me okay? I’m doing really good, I’m happy. Please just let me be happy.”

“Alright.” She sighed, nodding slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t have questioned you like that.”

“It’s okay. I know you worry.” He mumbled, pulling her into a hug, his hand rubbing between her shoulder blades.

“I- I just so badly want you to be happy.” She said quietly. “I want you to be safe, happy, and loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I am loved.” Anakin whispered, his voice rough, “You love me. Cliegg loves me. Owen probably loves me. I think she might love me too.”

“You think so?” She asked in a brighter tone.

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded, pulling back with a soft smile.

Diary Entry: August 18th

I love my mother, but she worries too much. Talking to me like I’m some child to be coddled and babysat. I don’t need her or anyone else to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, especially when it comes to you, my little doe.

I know what’s best for you, for our relationship, and it’s my opinion that you don’t need to burden yourself with my past transgressions. I’m a changed man, what I did as a teenager, as a kid, has no reflection on who I am today.

Telling you about it is out of the question. At least for now… but, it’d probably be for the best to never, ever speak of it. I just don’t see the point in sharing something like that with you when it would cause your pretty little head to worry over something so irrelevant to the present.

Not to mention the stupid fucking doctor. It was ridiculous, asking me such a personal question when she knows very well that it upsets me when she interrogates me like that. It’s none of her business anymore, I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.

If anything, her questioning and distrust makes me want to do it even less just to prove that I can live without it.

I don’t need to see a fucking shrink if I’m taking the pills right? It’s overkill to do both. I don’t need to talk about my feelings, I don’t need to tell a stranger all about my past and the questionable things I’ve done. That’s why I have a journal and I think it suits me just fine.

Just another reason why I love you so much. You’ve helped me by getting me into writing stuff down instead of keeping it bottled up. You’re responsible for the thing that helps keep me from spiraling, you should be so proud of yourself, showing me this A+ coping skill.

It’s way better than: ‘Breathe in… breathe out… focus on your surroundings and count the things you can see and feel.’

Like what the hell is that? What’s that supposed to do? Distract me? Yeah right.

It can’t distract me from what’s going on in my head. Not when it’s so much all at once, all the time. It was exhausting to pretend that something like that was working for me. Journaling is so much better. So much easier.

It’s real and it’s tangible. I can flip through the pages and return to the good things, or I can skip over the bad stuff but take comfort in knowing that I was able to write it down.

So fuck the shrink, I’m not going back. I haven’t been in months and I’m doing perfectly fine.

Diary Entry: August 20th

I cannot for the life of me figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I’m grasping at straws here, trying to figure out how to handle the Ghost situation.

I can tell you’re getting annoyed.

How am I supposed to respond? I know it’s been days but I can’t bring myself to answer the texts, the notes, the questions shouted into your otherwise empty home.

Hopefully you’ll understand, though I acknowledge that you have every reason to be upset with me. I’m assuming you’re feeling some sort of betrayal after the letter… I hate that. I really hate it. But it’s unavoidable.

You responded extremely well to my offer and the opportunity for a choice. So I’ll just do that again. That sounds reasonable, I’ll give a bit of an explanation, little apology and then I’ll let you choose what happens next.

This is what happens when I don’t fully plan ahead. I fuck things up and then it’s just a gommed up mess.

Then the whole situation with my mother really threw me off. It just added another layer of ‘what the hell’ to my already high stack of self imposed problems.

I want to do something. I need to do something. I have shit to get off my chest.

Date

August 22nd

Finally, finally Ghost has gotten back in contact with you.

Now that the little grey envelope is sitting on your nightstand… you almost don’t want to open it. After all the silence on his end it’s impossible to guess what he has to say. Though as you’re convincing yourself not to open it, it’s found it’s way into your hand.

LETTER

Little Doe,

My absence was unexpected for you as well as myself, for that I apologize. I would go into detail if I could but unfortunately we both know that I can’t do that.

Let’s just say that my life got a bit complicated and I had to take a moment to iron things out. Now that everything is starched and pressed it’ll be back to business as usual.

While I was gone I took some time to consider your question as well. So I’ll match you with a question of my own.

I’ve been… stressed to say the very least. I don’t like to be destructive, I’m not that kind of guy. So I was wondering if you’d help me out, give me a bit of an alternative rage release?

Don’t lie, I know you’re curious. I know you want me just as badly as I want you. I bet you’re wet just reading this, aren’t you? I think it’s high time for you to be conscious enough to really enjoy everything I’m giving you. Don’t you agree?

I heard you like it rough. Is that true princess? I’ll give you rough, just say the word and I’ll make sure you’ve got marks that’ll last for weeks.

Next half of the question: here or elsewhere?

You sure do love to show off that little body of yours. I wonder if that would translate over into your sex life if you’d let it.

Your choice little doe.

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‘He did not just ask me that… did he?’

You stared at the letter in your hands, your mind going well over the speed limit on the road to rational thinking. It was tempting, oh so very tempting. He’s right of course, he always is, you are curious. You do want him, maybe even need him.

It’s obvious he’s more than capable of giving you what you needed, what you wanted. The man had you feigning for him for weeks with no relief, all from teasing you, all while you were unaware.

It would be… interesting to see for yourself in the waking world what he’s done to you in dreamland. It’s alright if it’s for research purposes isn’t it? Is it really cheating if you don’t know the person at all, his identity is a complete mystery; that should count for something right?

Just a smidgen of a mitigating factor would be enough to sway you to say yes.

“Hey.” You called out, waving your hand as if he were there with you and you were trying to get his attention. “You listening?”

*Ping* a text came through almost immediately: ‘Always.’

“You’re serious about this?” You asked, holding the stationary in one hand, gesturing to it with your other.

‘I’m always serious.’

“Right.” You sighed, pulling your legs up to sit cross-legged. “I don’t think this would be very kind of me to do. I just met Anakin’s mother, our relationship is getting serious.”

‘Congrats. What does that have to do with my need to fuck you?’

“Uh everything.” You scoffed. “That’s cheating. I don’t want to cheat on him!”

‘Defensive are we?’

“Yes,” you hissed, scrubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand, “very defensive for good reason.”

‘I admire your loyalty, but be honest with yourself little doe.’

“I am being honest! I don’t want to cheat on him!” You shouted back.

‘You didn’t say that you didn’t want me to fuck your though.’

“Christ.” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I didn’t say that. You’re right.” You conceded.

‘Then it’s a yes?’

“Not necessarily.” You snapped, the true answer was right there, clawing away in the cage of your teeth.

‘So no then.’

“That’s not what I said.” You said hastily, alittle too eager to correct him.

‘I see.’

“What?” You scoffed, staring at the message that’d popped up.

Another followed, this time a voice message. You hesitated before pressing play, holding your phon up to your ear to hear it clearly. His gravely distorted voice washed over you in all its unholy temptation.

“Don’t worry little doe. I know just what you need.” He paused for a moment as if considering something, “It’s been a while since you’ve had a night out. Go have some fun, I’ll catch up with you.”

“Oh no. Absolutely not. You’re not knocking me out cold again.” You said angrily.

‘Of course not. I want you to be awake for this.’

“Then… then why do you want me to go to the bar?” You asked suspiciously.

‘Surprise :)’

“Fuck.” You muttered, rubbing your temples before picking up your phone to message Luke and Han, as well as your good friend from book club.

“Just to be perfectly clear: I’m not saying yes!” You said, looking around the room with a red tint to your cheeks.

‘Not a no either.’

You could practically hear his voice, that teasing tone you knew all too well. What an ass, a stupid sexy ass.

DATE

August 24th

“Oh look at you princess.” Anakin whistled wrapping his arms around your waist when you walked out of your bedroom in a sweet little pink dress.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He mumbled and he nuzzled into your hair, taking a deep breath to smell the scent of your shampoo.

“Oh hush,” you giggled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “can’t be saying stuff like that, you’re gonna get me all flustered.”

“What if I want you to be all flustered?” He chuckled, tipping your head back to capture your lips and invade your mouth with a gentle caress of his tongue.

“Mmm taste as good as you look baby.” He whispered, his words fanning over your bottom lip and straight down to your core.

“Anakin…” you whined, looking up at him and wishing for mercy.

“Shhh don’t whine.” He laughed, pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “I’ll quit teasin’… for now.”

“But you do look gorgeous you know?” He said sincerely, very lightly touching your cheek so as not to mess up your makeup.

“Thank you Ani.” You said shyly, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose.

“So what’s the plan again? Dinner at that one Thai place you like? Then you’re going to the bar?” He asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, his hands resting on the countertop at his sides.

“Yep that’s the plan.” You nodded, checking your bag to ensure you had everything you needed.

“Call me when you get there? You’re walking aren’t you?” He asked, looking at you with a gaze of concern that warmed your heart.

“Yes I’m walking and yes I will call when I get to the restaurant and I’ll text when I’m leaving.” You promised, tossing your mini backpack over your shoulder and giving him a hug and soft kiss.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll see you at the bar.” He said in a low tone, smoothing out your hair as he held you close for a moment longer.

You left your home and Anakin behind, trotting down the steps to the city streets below. A walk would be good for you, plenty of time to think and plenty of time to clear your head of those thoughts before you reach your destination.

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Diary Entry: August 24th

I’m so excited. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited to do something for you.

I know it’s a bit presumptuous, but I think I know you fairly well and if you’re reading those nasty, raunchy books on your bookshelf… well I think it’s safe to say you might be interested in some of it for yourself right? You already think a man in a Ghostface mask with a knife is sexy.

I’m gonna give you what I think you like. I know I will love it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time but I was always alittle too chicken to do it. Even before we started dating, before you knew about Ghost. It’s been a fantasy of mine that I’ve thought of way more often than I’ll ever admit.

But now I have your unspoken permission, well at least your non-denial of it. Which isn’t technically consent but who cares; it’s been so blurred between us already.

Honestly its super comforting the way that you so vehemently defend our relationship. I’ve never had someone go to bat for me like that before, it’s endearing. It makes me feel cared for, loved, needed.

I know it’s hypocritical, trust me I know that; but it does kind of get on my nerves as well. I want you to say yes and say it enthusiastically to Ghost. At the same time I want you to scream and kick and tell him to fuck off.

Being jealous of both sides of myself is frankly quite exhausting. I don’t know what I want other than you. I just want you. I want you to want both of me and you do, but that’s also a problem.

You think I’m two separate people and that makes me a tad worried.

The only comfort it brings me is that you aren’t enthusiastically saying yes. You’re denying the truth of course, we both know that. But you’re also keeping some loyalty to our relationship and for that I am so eternally grateful.

I love the way you love me even if you haven’t said it aloud just yet. You will soon.

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Your group of friends were gathered outside the restaurant, as the last one to arrive, you of course received a light dose of good natured insults and chiding.

“There she is!” Your best girl friend Sam yelled, pointing you out to Luke and Han as you walked up the sidewalk.

“Finally! I’m starving!” Luke sighed liked he’d been waiting hours, according to your phone you were still two minutes early.

“Shut up and let’s get some food.” You snorted, pushing him through the door and into the yummy little Thai place.

After getting settled into your cozy corner booth you placed your orders and slipping into the familiar routine of gossiping and story swapping.

“How did meeting the parents go?” Luke asked, propping his chin up on the heel of his hand, his fingers drumming along his cheek.

“It went so smooth and oh my god his mom is so sweet.” You said, leaning forward in your seat.

“I was so worried they wouldn’t like me, but I think they did. Anakin said they did, I mean they really seemed to at least.” You nodded.

“Oh I’m sure they loved you. You’re the perfect girl to bring home to the parents. You’re the whole package.” Sam smiled warmly.

“You’re too sweet, giving me way too much credit.” You sighed, your smile faltering slightly.

“Anyway… yeah his mom was great. I think she was just alittle worried you know? I’m the first girl he’s brought to meet them so I feel like there was a bit of worry there at the beginning.” You explained, talking with your hands.

“She was talking about him as a kid and she just looked so… sad I guess?” You sighed, trying to find a better word to describe it but came up short. “So I think maybe she was just sad about him growing up, finally finding someone he wants to be serious with.”

“That’s so sweet.” Sam said, squeezing your hand. “I didn’t realize you were the first girl he’d brought them.”

“Yeah,” you nodded proudly. “He said he was waiting for the right one.”

“Ew that’s so gross.” Luke gagged.

“Fuck off.” You tossed a good natured insult at him, rolling your eyes despite feeling an immense sense of accomplishment… maybe a hint of guilt there too.

After the meal was finished, you all walked together out of the restaurant and set out on foot toward The Cerulean. A leisurely pace was set by Han and Luke who were happily at the head of the group while you and Sam hung back just a few steps behind.

“So he’s gonna be here tonight?” Sam asked curiously.

“Oh, yeah but he’s working though.” You said.

“Wait really?” She asked in surprise. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would that bother me? If anything it’s comforting.” You scoffed.

“Well he’s like… he’s just there you know? Not participating he’s just gonna be watching.” She made a displeased face.

“Trust me, I have no qualms with being… looked out for.” You smirked.

“So you don’t mind that he’s going to be watching you the whole night?”

“No, I don’t.” You shrugged, walking the through the door as Luke held it open for the two of you to enter.

You broke off from your friends in search of Anakin, you spotted him behind the bar, animatedly speaking with a coworker that you vaguely remember Anakin referring to as ‘Trev’.

It was like you had some sort of homing beacon, Anakin immediately whipped his head toward you and beckoned you over with two fingers. He trotted around the bar to meet you halfway, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“How was dinner, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice low and smooth.

“It was good!” You chirped, squeezing him tightly again before he let you go. “Told them allllll about meeting your parents.”

“Good things only I hope?” He laughed.

“Of course. Good things only, always.” You nodded with a big smile.

“It’s not nearly as busy in here as usual.” You observed, scanning the large space and noticing a much lower head count than the times you’ve been here before.

“Oh I know,” Anakin nodded, “there’s some kind of opening anniversary for a pub downtown. Free beer or something like that.” He shrugged.

“Huh, well I’ll have to tell Han.” You said.

“Mhm yeah I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” He agreed, “you going too?”

“No, I’m going home when I leave here.” You shook your head.

“Alright baby, listen, I gotta go back.” He nodded toward the bar. “You know where to find me.”

With that he gave you a chaste kiss to the forehead and quickly walked back behind the counter, stealing a drink order right from under Trevor’s nose as he slid in front of him, you heard him snicker and the *thwap* of a towel snapping against his leg in retaliation as you walked back to your friends.

You spotted them off to the corner, Sam speaking with a shorter man you’d never seen before. You snuck behind her with a cheeky grin and tugged a lock of her hair gently as you passed by, she was unfazed, simply giving you a pink cheeked smile.

“Hey Han,” you called out to get his attention as you drew closer, his head following the sound until he saw you. “You know there’s a bar even going on downtown tonight?” You asked, coming to a stop just in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s at The Drunken Horseman.” He nodded, “I think a few of the guys were headed out there actually. Free beer.”

“W-well why didn’t you go?” You asked in confusion, knowing he wouldn’t have just passed it up for no reason.

“Cause a little lady I know likes it better here.” He grinned, tapping your forehead with his pointer finger.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that Han.” You said, feeling a bit guilty. “You should’ve said something!”

“Whoa, don’t get all riled up. I don’t mind it at all.” He reassured you. “I can still do plenty of people watching from right here.” He said, knocking his knuckles against the table top he leaned against.

He waved his hand over to the left, your eyes following the gesture until your gaze was met with a younger guy, unapologetically and unsuccessfully trying to speak to a group of girls despite being seemingly incredibly wasted.

“I guess that’s true.” You laughed lightly, the pull of guilt still tugging at your guts.

“Listen, after we’re done here you should go!” You encouraged, “I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get to do something that you wanna do.”

“Babes it’s no big deal.” Luke said, popping out from his seat behind Han’s massive frame. “I think we planned on skipping out a bit early to do exactly that.”

“Really?” You sighed in relief. “Good, I’m glad.”

“We did?” Han asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Uh yes, we had a whole conversation about this yesterday you oaf.” Luke scoffed.

“Oaf?” Han let out a loud, bellowing laugh at Luke’s poor attempt at an insult, making a little smile creep up the corner of your lips as well.

——————————————————————————

You decided collectively to call it a night just a little before 11:00pm so that Luke and Han could still catch Han’s group of friends at The Drunken Horseman. You said your goodbyes to them at the door and turned to face Sam after watching them leave.

“Are you positive you’re okay with walking home alone?” She asked you worriedly, “like absolutely positive?”

“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.” You said with an appreciative smile. “I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Okay.” She nodded, satisfied with your answer.

“You better do the same.” You said, catching her arm as she started to leave with the man she’d been chatting with all night.

“I will,” she signaled for him to wait while she got up close to whisper to you, “I looked him up when I went to the bathroom earlier. Arrest records and everything.”

“Good.” You grinned. “Have fun then.”

You spun on your heel to find Anakin and tell him goodbye, heading straight to the bar and catching him in another conversation. This time with a female patron that you’d seen before.

“I don’t understand.” She scoffed.

“What don’t you understand?” He scowled.

“I just don’t get why you’re mean to me!” She huffed. “I come in here all the time and I’m always nice to you, yet you’re an ass every time I speak to you!”

“Then stop speaking to me.” He said flatly, pretending to inspect a glass that he was drying.

“I should report you to management.”

“Please do.” Anakin shot back.

“They’ll fire you, for being rude to customers.” She threatened, crossing her arms.

“They’ll ban you, for harassing employees.” He snorted.

“God. You’re ridiculous, I asked you out one time-“

“Yeah and it was one time too many.” He snapped at her.

“I have a beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend.” He said sternly. “She is my everything and you, are nothing.”

“Like she’s-“

“Listen. Even if I didn’t have a girlfriend I wouldn’t go after a whore with loud ass mouth like you.” He snarled. “Leave. I’m banning you myself.”

“You can’t do that!” She yelled

“He can’t do what?” His coworker Trevor came over quickly after hearing her shout at Anakin.

“He- he’s trying to ban me.” She said angrily.

“What did you do?” Trevor asked the girl and looked over at Anakin.

“Nothing! I was just trying to order a drink and he called me a whore!”

“I did call her a whore.” Anakin willingly admitted with zero remorse.

“Wait is this the one?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, she’s been bugging me, Jason and Stevie for the last few weeks. Comes in every now and again and won’t take a fucking hint from any of us.” Anakin grunted as he glanced over at her.

“That’s not true I w-“

“Nope. That’s enough.” Trevor said, obviously irritated, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.

“Hey you can’t do that!” She shouted trying to grab his phone.

“You’re going on the wall honey.” He said, thumbing over his shoulder at a cork board of banned patrons.

“You’re serious?” She scoffed, “you can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. Now get out.” Trevor barked, following her angry path across the bar to ensure that she did in fact leave.

“Baby?” Anakin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you’d been standing there with your mouth open as he tapped the underside of your chin.

“Anakin you didn’t tell me it was that bad.” You said, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, now standing in front of you.

“Ah.” He grumbled.

“I didn’t want to worry you sweetheart.” He said softly, taking both your hands in his. “She’s not coming back now so nothin’ to worry yourself over.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“That’s just awful though. She was doing that to three of you?” You asked in disgust.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Doesn’t happen often. Usually it’s April and Jess who get the creeps but every now and again there’s a girl who does it.”

“How much did you hear baby?” He asked, pushing hair from your face and holding your cheek.

“Just the tail end of it.” You lied.

“You know I’d never even entertain something like that don’t you, princess?” He asked, lines of worry etching into his forehead, “Never, I’d never even breathe in the direction of another woman.”

“I know.” You said with a small smile, you were being truthful. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about his faithfulness, especially now after witnessing him tear into a girl over it.

“I know I have nothing to worry about.” You said, giving his hands a squeeze.

You might not, but Anakin does. Anakin does have to worry about your faithfulness whether he knows it or not; there’s a Ghost haunting every corner of your life that has no plans on leaving anytime soon.

“Good.” He said with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. “Are you leaving?” He asked, pulling g back slightly.

“Yeah I’m headed home now.” You nodded.

“Alright pretty girl.” He said, kissing your forehead. “Be good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.” You nodded with a big smile that faded as soon as you turned around to leave.

——————————————————————————

“I saw your girl leaving, you headed out now?” Trevor asked Anakin as he was untying his apron.

“Yep, I’m leaving too.” Anakin nodded, folding the apron and tucking it under the counter. “Unless you need me to stay?”

“Thanks for coming in to help out man.” Trevor said, clapping him on the back. “We got it from here.”

“No problem, you know I don’t mind.” Anakin said, grabbing his wallet and keys. “See ya.”

Anakin left hastily stopping at his car in the back parking lot to grab his essentials. He checked his phone and saw that you’d made an unexpected stop at the little corner store for what he assumed was a snack.

“Perfect.” He grinned, tossing his hoodie over his head and switching out his shoes.

He tucked his mask under his arm and hopped into his car, parking it up the road a bit closer to where you were, just to get it out of his work parking lot. He jumped out, locked it and slipped into the nearest alley. He grumbled but hopped the fence at the end and continued down until he hit the opposite street, running parallel to the one you’d be taking.

“One… two… three… four… there.” He mumbled to himself as he passed by alleys between buildings until he found the one he was looking for.

This particular place was perfect for his purposes, no cameras, no foot traffic, no dumpster, a brick wall on one end and a recessed entrance to the building on the left. A building that was currently up for lease, leaving it tenant free. He scaled the short brick wall on his side of the alley, using the dumpster there as a boost.

Anakin’s sneakers hit the pavement with a satisfying noise when he dropped down from above. He tugged on his gloves and mask, hitting the side button on the voice box while he walked up the alleyway, his phone in his hand.

Your little blue dot was quickly approaching and his adrenaline was running high. His body practically vibrating in anticipation of what he was about to do, with your footsteps in audible range he tucked his phone away and bunched up a black handkerchief in the palm of his leather glove.

Your long shadow came into view, the lamppost casting it down on the side walk below. It shortened with each step you took. Seeing no shadow behind you, no other footsteps, Anakin knew it was safe to enact his plan.

The very second you came into view he lunged forward, clapping his hand with the bandanna in it over your mouth. Instinctively you parted your lips to scream, allowing him to shove the fabric in your mouth as he dragged you by waist and under your arms as you kicked and thrashed.

Part Eleven

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hi guys!! guess who got more transformers fic recs!! including some WEIRD SHIT!!

Electric Chapel by DesdemonaKaylose

You are cordially invited to the WEDDING of our esteemed LORD MEGATRON and SOME LITTLE GUY HE FOUND IN A BOX.

Megatron attempts to marry Rung. Rung is highly desirable. Skywarp and Thundercracker eat teacups. delightful.

Working Through It by Trinary

“TC,” Skywarp says, “I’m, like, ninety percent sure that humans don’t have interface cables.” Thundercracker squawks and almost knocks him over trying to get the script out of his hands.

robot/robot/human threeway w plug n play interfacing. GOOD robot action.

they say some things just don't wash out by harperuth

The data continued to coalesce with every passing moment he could watch Rodimus and still he couldn’t come to a conclusion. By all accounts it didn’t make any sense. - - - Or, Ultra Magnus struggles to understand Rodimus and his unorthodox fueling habits.

nice little UM and Rod fic!!!

Creep Down the Alleyway, Fly Down the Highway by Nathrakh_Red

Tracks was laughing in a way that’d be sarcastic if it was anyone else, in a way that might’ve ruffled Raoul's feathers if he hadn’t gotten used to the fact that Tracks laughed like a wealthy woman drank— haughtily, self-possessed, and so as not to cause wrinkles. Two different Tracks/Raoul fics!

WAUGHHH!! *biting and chewing these two*

Feel How It Feels by autoschediastic

But Optimus said, "That would be helpful," and a weirdly pleasant warmth spread through Lennox's gut.

some good transformer & human content for u

don't mean to brag, but my bandwidth is fat by harperuth

“Kid,” Ratchet ex-vented, “Did you listen to anything I just said?” Tailgate’s visor flashed, for just a klik. First Aid almost thought it was a trick of the light, “Big war, modified interface arrays, do I want one, et cetera. I listened. And I said no.”

tailgate hot girl summer

Spike Seeks Valve by Baird Crevan (Baird)

“Your name.  Is.  Spike,” Skywarp repeated.�� “Yes, that’s what I said!  I am Spike, ally to the Autobots, the defenders of Earth!” Skywarp trembled a little and made a weird giggling noise.  “Uh, wow.  That’s.  Erm, sorry Jazz, I gotta… I gotta steal your Spike.”

i already recced this one but my GOD is it funny

Bottom of the Line by Trinary

Skyfire’s been pining over his lab partner for too long. He could swear Starscream has a thing for him, too, but when they finally get together, it doesn’t go like he expects. Skyfire’s always been told the cold constructed were missing something. He just didn’t think it was this.

u like skystar?? TOP tier skystar right here. recommend watching 'fire in the sky' first if u haven't seen it. for full impact.

how to get away with murder by OccasionalStorytelling

First Aid: You want me to treat you like you’re disposable? I don’t know what kind of data I could have you analyze for me— Rewind: I want you to treat me like I’ve been disposed of. There’s a distinction. The only problem is, they get caught.

we are getting into the weird shit now!! heed the warnings on this one. outstandingly weird n messed up. i love Rewind.

For Educational Purposes Only by keelywolfe

no ao3 summary on this one. bayverse. Sam & Mikaela fuck in front of Ratchet for uhh research. i must stress that this fic is primarily about Ratchet and Mikaela matching each other's freak. i love when Mikaela gets to be a little weirdo.

Viviparity by nine_dandelion

Some things have never been within the purview of mechanical beings, but Cybertronians have always been adaptable. When Ratchet discovers a newly-ignited spark growing inside Rodimus, though, he finds his abilities (and patience) tested.

my friend sent me this one and i was like 'why are u sending me mechpreg' (she knows how i feel about mechpreg) and she was like no no trust me you'll like this one u know what?? she was right. go check it out.

The Way to a Mech's Spark (Is Through His Fuel Tank) by Trinary

Starscream and Skyfire set off on their first Academy mission, and Starscream doesn’t consider the logistics of fuel until much, much too late. Skyfire isn’t keeping it in cubes—it’s in his auxiliary tanks, and there’s only one way to get it out. Starscream’s plating heats just thinking of it. He knows he can’t ask without embarrassing himself. He can make the whole trip without refueling, right?

FABULOUS living robot spaceship specific kink. love it.

ok that's all for now!! wahoo!!!

[dancingdonatello]

Hiii I'm not sure if reason are open but I can't get this outta my mind

Imagine one the 2012 turtles (of ur choice) is fighting a villain, and then gets thrown thru some human's window, hitting his head and passing out. The human finds him and notices that he's a turtle but doesn't really care and tries treating his wounds while he's out cold. He wakes up in their room, under a weighted blanket and surrounded by pillows with bandages all over him and an ice pack on his head. The human walks in and is just like "Oh you're up! Are you okay??" how do u think he'd respond? ���

there is only one turtle who is to be thrown through windows

2012 Leonardo x reader

Leo’s eyes peeled open. At first everything was blurry. But when he blinked a few times, he was able to take in the view of pillows and blankets swamped on top of him.

“Are you okay?” A head leaned over him, worriedly looking down at him.

He jolted upwards, jumping when the bag of ice on his head fell onto his legs and shocked him with the iciness of it.

“What?” he asked, before tensing. He shouldn’t have spoken.

“Are you okay?” you repeated, looking a little nervous at how tense he became.

He stood up and wobbled dangerously for a moment before righting himself. It was better to leave now before you freaked out and started hitting him with a frying pan or something. He wanted to grab his swords, but.. when he felt for them over his shoulder, they were gone. He stepped toward the window and then suddenly, you moved.

“You’re gonna cut yourself on the glass!” You grabbed him by the strap on his shell, tugging him back. “There’s probably some still on the floor, too… I didn’t have time to sweep it all up.”

He ripped himself out of your grasp, now a little creeped out by how easy you were with touching him. How natural it was for you to just reach out and stop someone like him from hurting himself.

You brought your hand back to yourself, blinking a little at how rough he had been to get away. “Sorry.” At least you looked a little nervous to be around him… “There’s another window, if you want.”

You were offering him another window. He slowly relaxed his shoulders. You didn’t seem like some foot soldier uncover trying to get a lucky chance just because he went through your windows. Or some crazy weirdo who wanted to hurt him or keep him. You just seemed… nice.

He nodded.

You led him to another window in your apartment and even opened it for him, before moving out of the way.

Only when he made it onto the roof and relaxed when he was finally out of some human’s sight did he realize that you had also wrapped up the cuts and slashed on his arms and legs. He even had a bandaid on a paper cut he had gotten on his thumb.

He looked over the edge of the building and saw you sticking your head out your window and trying to look up to see where he went.

He backed up a step before you saw him and sighed. You’d have to pay a lot of money to get that window fixed. And what were you going to do with all that cold wind tonight?

The only thing to do was to return in an hour or two with some stuff to cover the window, right?

It would just be him returning the favor. That was the only reason.

[glassica]

Surprise boyfriend

Notes: M!yan x F!reader, non-con, sexual language, cursing, pregnancy trapping, blackmailing threats

"Hey Y/N, heard you go out with Ray right?"

You spat out the remaining cold brew. You? Go out with whom???

People must've assumed you were into him after seeing your exchanges at the party. But you swear that wasn't that serious at all! You were just fooling around to kill time!

- No. Who told you that?

- Ray posted about you all over his insta. Yeah right you don't use that app... But what do you mean you two aren't dating!?

You took one look at your friend's phone. Lo and behold, countless pictures of you and him holding hands and acting all lovey-dovey like a real couple. Your brain juggled through the hazy memories to see when the selfies were taken but oh dear, you were so drunk off the mind on that night to recall everything.

- Ray, excuse me. Do you have a moment?

- Sweetie I always have time for you. What do baby want from me now? ~

His cheesy line brought shattering earthquakes to your brain. God this man had zero shame, or you had been cursed to carry the embarrassment baggage on his behalf. "If we were alone I'd rip his ass off right instant." - you thought. "And I'll never have time for your goofy ass."

- I believe you misunderstood our relationship. I must've said something deceitful to you during at the party and I'll take responsibility for that. I don't plan to date you or anyone, Ray. I'm so sorry for misleading you.

You spoke in a remorseful tone. Though not able to recollect what nonsense the mouth had blabbered, you felt like owning him an apology regardless. Kids this was why you should never let peer pressure get to you and drink over limits, you never knew if one day you accidentally being entangled with some jackass.

Surprisingly Ray's expression didn't seem to fazed for a bit. On the contrary, the grin on his face got even more ominous and deranged, alerted your sixth sense that nothing coming out from this man was any good: It was a grave mistake involving him in your life.

"My baby wanna break up with me? Oh sweetheart how could you abandon me like that? Have you forgot your little promises to me about love and loyalty? Didn't you say I was your type, that your greatest wish was to be wrapped in my arms every night and showered your body with plenty of kisses?"

Freak. Weirdo. Creep.

How could anyone breath in the same direction of this guy and not get their skin crawled for a second? You were both amused and pissed off witnessing this whole circus show, wondering how out mind you were last Friday to be attracted to this walking joke of a man.

Get this over quickly, or you would end up committing some atrocities on that stupid face.

"I wasn't sober at the time. I must've been spewing rubbish. I'm really sorry for lying to you Ray, but can you please take down those pictures?"

"Why should I? I need to show off everyone my Sweetie's already taken, so that no one could touch you. Besides," - Ray tucked his head over your shoulder, the eerily off-putting grin grew even wider as he whispered softly to your ears, "those pics aren't the only proof of our unshakable bond."

He trailed off, calmly put a hand on your belly.

Your mind went blank.

"BITCH! YOU FUCKING RAPED ME!?"

"Now now. You hurt my heart, Sweetie. How could you accuse me of such heinous crime when all I did so much to give you such good time on bed? And don't lie, your pussy was cumming hard for my crotch. I still can recall those pretty little buds-"

Just then, Ray felt a burning heat on his left cheek. You were done. Completely dropped off manners. Eyes flaming with disgust and resentment while both hands clenching fist furiously, you became a wild animal determined to chew off its prey to the bone. You didn't care about anything else, any consequences after, your absolute goal at the moment was to tear this asshole to shreds.

But Ray was infuritatingly nonchalant, cocky even. He wasn't bothered for a bit when facing your wrath. Rubbing hand on the reddish cheek, he continued:

"Don't you believe you can brush your hand away from me, love. I don't like anyone seeing my angel in her purest form, but I have no problem releasing those clips."

A sadistic chuckle let out of his mouth observing the bloodthirst drained out from your face. If you didn't want him as your prince, then he wouldn't hesitate becoming the big bad villain tainting your life forever.

Ray caught your lifeless body in a loving embrace, just like that Friday night, and many more nights in the future.

[calderasletski]

Eyes Do Not Decieve

The first time Y/n encountered Suo was when she was trying to escape a weirdo trying to flirt with her….

The first time Suo encountered Y/n was when he was out on patrol and he discovered he had a girlfriend he never knew he had….

“As I told you I’m here with my boyfriend,” squeezing Suo’s arm, she said to the person who Suo presumed was bothering her.

He could’ve intervened with his skills in martial arts but he didn’t. He wanted to see how this would play out.

“Darling, is he bothering you?” he asked her effortlessly playing along.

Y/n faltered a little at how compliant he was being. Though only for a little while.

“Oh yes. I was waiting for you when he came over. I told him I had a boyfriend but he… didn’t believe me.” She gave him a look that said ‘am I doing this okay?’

Suo shot back a ‘who knows’

But the creep was not convinced. “Are you sure you know him?”

“Yea, why would I approach him if I didn’t,” she said, crossing her arms to prove her point.

“I know it’s unbelievable to you that a lady as beautiful as her would date me but you’re being rude,” Suo remarked.

‘Damn, he’s smooth,’ Y/n’s thoughts screamed.

“Okay then what’s his name?” the creep asked her, pointing to Suo disbelief still evident in his eyes.

………...

............

“...zuko…”

……….....

………......

“That’s it! You don’t even know this dude!” he yelled, stomping towards her.

Before he could register what was happening, he felt the world spin and when he opened his eyes and looked up, Suo was looking down on him shielding Y/n behind him.

“Whether I know her or not is none of your business but I’d rather not see you bothering her again,” he said dangerously.

This scared the shit out of him, making him run  away.

Y/n on other hand was fawning over how cool Suo looked pulling off a move like that. “How did you do that?”

“You see, there’s a spirit sealed under this eyepatch. I can borrow its power to do some special moves,” he said seriously.

Y/n knew whether to take him seriously or not. “So you get possessed by the spirit sometimes.”

“You can put it like that,” he replied. He was enjoying this.

“Thanks for helping me,” Y/n said smiling at him.

Suo has never seen anyone smile so brightly at him. Maybe he was starting to develop a crush, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.

“It’s nothing. You can come to me anytime you want. After All, I’m your boyfriend,” he joked.

Y/n felt her cheeks burn so she tried to cover her face with her hair.

Suo was enjoying getting a reaction out of her.

“I’m Y/n L/n. What’s your name?” Y/n asked unexpectedly. “In case you become my boyfriend again I’ll need your name.”

It was rare for Suo to get a taste of his own medicine. Regardless, he chuckled and said, “Suo Hayato.”

~

The next time Suo saw Y/n he found out she knew Sakura….

The next time Y/n saw Suo she found out he was friends with Sakura…..

And Sakura was weak to teasing. And when you place him between two people with the same energy in one room which is basically Kotoha’s cafe…

“I missed you so much,” Y/n said dramatically.

“I kept thinking about the day when I’d see you again,” Suo matched her freak.

Kotoha, Nirei, Kiryu-everyone knew they were faking it.

Sakura on the other hand felt like he was gonna combust. “Will you two just cut it out?! D-do this where people can’t see you!”

~

It turns out even he needs her help too…. And she’s happy to help him out and maybe show him off….

Two girls was asking for Suo’s number. He declined but they were relentless.

“My girlfriend wouldn’t like the idea of you asking for my number like that,” he said loud enough for Y/n to hear when he saw her approaching.

“Like it?” Y/n said as she stopped beside him and hooked her arm with his. “I’d hate it actually.”

And then she proceeded to brag about him. Even though Suo had no idea when they went they went out to hunt spirits at night he stared at her affectionately and nodded to her every word.

Even if the girls didn’t believe her, eyes do not deceive.

Sakura knows it too. He’s scowling at the spectacle unfolding in front of him with his face beet red. “Damn it! I’m leaving!”

~

Y/n asked Suo to teach him how to punch creeps in style…. Suo suggested he teach her how to slap creeps in style….

“Can’t you just go easy on me?” Y/n said getting up from the ground after Sou gently tripped her.

“You told me to give it all you got,” he remarked.

“True…” she said pouting.

“How about you come at me again. I promise I’ll go easy on you this time,” he said without any hint of teasing in his tone.

Y/n scanned his face for signs of mischief.

“Okay… on the count of three,” she said skeptically.

However she launched at Suo just as she said “three!”

Suo, already accustomed to her antics, was used to this. He blocked her effortlessly and as she was about to fall back he grabbed on to her, their faces inches from each other.

“You said you’d go easy on me,” Y/n said grabbing onto his shirt.

“I did go easy on you,” he said smugly. “I didn’t let you fall this time did I?”

“Wow you deserve to be rewarded for your efforts,” she said, her face heating up.

Before she could process her actions, Y/n grabbed the side of his head and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Suo stiffened his hold on her as he forgot whatever words of retaliation he was gonna say.

“Are you feeling shy?” Y/n said although she was barely holding herself together. ‘Why did I have to go and do that!’

“N-no,” his voice cracked. No  one ever heard his voice crack.

Y/n pushed herself away from him. Not that he was holding her too tightly. “I guess the training’s over now… I should head back,” she said and turned to leave.

Before she could run away, Suo grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. “W-what?”

“Would you mind if I ask you to stay?” he stated clearly.

Releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding, she turned around to face him. Suo was staring at her with a lovestruck expression. And her expression probably mirrored his. The same facial expressions that Sakura often caught a glimpse of when they were supposedly faking it to rile him up. Before they themselves realised it Sakura knew they were in fact not faking it.

~

The next time they met at Kotoha’s cafe Suo confidently approached her, taking her hand and kissing the back of her palm.

And Sakura could confirm that his eyes never decieved him.

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Spectral Tiger

GN!Reader × Invisible M!Yan OC

Part 1~

Intro <<< >>> Next Part

His info: ✨💎🩹

MINORS DNI

CW: G/N Reader, reader is a sub, reader referred to as they/them, teasing, sexual themes, public nudity, long part lots of little mini jumps, not proofread, slower burn, still no smut!! <3

“You sure you aren’t just some creep? I mean you bumped into me… Naked. I feel like i have to re shower now.” You wrap your arms around yourself, “Why didn’t you just say something sooner?”

“That was not on purpose, as I explained before, I was simply waiting until I could figure out my next steps.” He sighs, your floor creaks as he presumably paces, “I’ve never inter-dimensionally traveled before, let alone unexpectedly, please forgive that i’m a little out of my element.” he sounds earnest.

With a little more worry on your bottom lip you respond more thoughtfully this time, “Right, that would actually make sense… Its hard to discredit you right now too, since you’re actually invisible like right in front of me.”

Now it’s your turn to sigh.

“Okay we’ll, how do we hide that you’re, you know, not visible at all without making you wear a full on suit?”

“I’m assuming you have masks in this realm.”

“I am not walking around with a freak in a mask.”

“I could just stay naked, then we won’t have to worry about anyone seeing me.” he says simply.

“Absolutely not.”

~

Your eyes are wide and you’re completely silent.

He has a really nice body.

Like insanely nice.

He’s tall, and lean, with a wider upper body and a model waistline. His posture exudes comfort and a calm coolness. Good gods. he was sculpted by them for sure.

You pick your jaw off of the floor.

the only stupid thing is the poorly crafted wolf mask you have on his head… You bite your thumbnail…

“Well, how’s this freak in a mask look~? I kinda like your fashion over here.” He spins around to see all angles of himself in the mirror. The regular clothes at this store are actually pretty cute, he found some baggier pants that cinch at the ankles, with straps and chains that he instantly picked out, along with a feminine fit T from the movie scream.

It really hugs his figure and shows off his physique.

You’re blowing gaskets left and right trying to focus on other things, sat on the pouf in the corner of the family changing room.

You had told the spirit halloween employee you’d like a lot of room. They weren’t busy so they happily obliged. You also had to call work and tell them you’d be running late, and since you have a good track record (and a high position) they’re only giving you a warning.

You sigh, a little annoyed, and a little anxious by how hot he is. “You look fine.” it comes out sour on your tongue, to witch he chuckles.

“You look cute~” he finger guns you.

Yet another sigh escapes you, although this one is more of a groan, and through gritted teeth you simply say, “Let’s just go.”

Awkwardly, you pay for everything while trying not to freak out, imagining that everyone thinks you’re a couple of weirdos. At least it’s close to halloween. Another small blessing.

~

You debate leaving him in the car with the ac on… In his stupid dog mask he’d be like a little puppy, you’d put one of those “the music is playing and the ac is on” signs in the window.

Giggling to yourself, he pulls you back to reality with “May I become privy to the joke?”

“MaY i bEcOmE pRiVy?!” You bust out laughing what the fuck dimension did he come from? a Shakespearean one? “Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking of locking you in my car for the day.”

His head turns and he stops abruptly, but you quicken your pace, head tilted high into the air, a satisfied smirk on your face. “What?” You ask innocently.

You end up taking a zoober, driving in the city makes you a little anxious, since you live more on the outskirts in a nice gated district.

Luckily they don’t even really spare a glance back at you or your masked companion.

That doesn’t help your anxiety in the slightest however.

On the way he “ooo”’s and “aaah”’s at electronic billboards and screens on buildings. He must be from a time that’s slightly behind yours.

~

So far the only people asking about him once you get to the office are curious, and infatuated co workers, cant blame them.

As long as your boss doesn’t come in toda-

Here he comes.

straight to your office as always, his favorite little employee.

You try as hard as you can to shrink or become one with your chair, or both at once desperately.

“Well now, Y/N, who’s this? A client?”

“Not exactly,” Jack can just pull up your files and quickly deduce that this man is not in fact, a client, so it’s no use lying about that… “He’s a friend, that just flew in, i didn’t want to leave him alone in a hotel or at my place on his first day so i brought him here.” It flies out almost too naturally.

“Well hey there, friend,” He may as well of spat the word in his covered face. “What’s up with the mask?” the way his demeanor changed so fast would’ve given you whiplash if you weren’t used to Jacks mood swings and personality shifts.

“He’s a little high profile, Jack. You know, cant be seen in public type, or he might get noticed and he’s trying not to let that happen.”

“Shouldn’t I get to know who he is since I’m housing him here at this moment,” He leans on the door frame.

“Nope. Sorry, and you’re not ‘housing’ him” you throw up air quotes, “he’s just visiting”

He leaves slightly huffy but he thankfully dropped it, probably not wanting to look even worse in front of a possible celebrity.

You click your tongue.

“He’s so into you,” Zharu leans back in the red chair he’s claimed for himself, one leg crossed over the other.

“Ew no he’s just my boss.” You type nonsense into the keyboard.

“You aren’t even typing words, Y/N” he announces it the way Jack did and your face warms embarrassedly. “So what are we doing after this?” He sits up and surprisingly turns the Tv off.

“Shut up, you don’t even know what typing is. And were going to a rehearsal,” most of your family doesn’t show up, so he should be safe to come… But a mask would be extremely inappropriate… “Fuck… Looks like you’re going out naked today after all”

How could you possibly get him anything that would be even remotely close to appropriate with his entire body covered. Especially with so little time, a full body cast is out of the question!

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

~

You are more than acutely aware of how he is fully naked in a seat right next to you. And from earlier when he bumped into you you are aware of the fact that he has a rather decent package…

It’s too hot in this auditorium suddenly.

He shifts his weight until you feel his hair, slightly longer than you would’ve guessed, tickle your shoulder.

You grip the arm rest to stop yourself from jumping into the stratosphere! What is he doing getting so close!?

“What is this place for?” He whispers into your ear.

You let out a long exhale to steele yourself, relax, of course he’s just curious and didn’t want to draw attention by speaking loudly. What were you thinking!

“A-Ah oh um! it’s a theater, people come here to watch other people preform for entertainment,and money” You smile while keeping your eyes toward the stage.

Your heart rate almost steadies before he lets out a small sigh in understanding. It’s a pleasant sound, his voice rumbles slightly. Then he leans in even closer, His nose barely brushing into your hair now, “If I had money it’d definitely be entertaining to watch you preform for me,”

“What!?” Your hair stands on its ends, “!I mean, What!? What I mean—,” You’re short circuiting. You breathe and pinch yourself, calm down he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Probably. In the mean time he’s pulled away, totally chuckling, while trying to keep himself quiet, “What do you think I would even preform?” you ask.

his body is suddenly even closer to yours, his hand gently caresses the opposite side your chin from where he’s sitting, “I could think of a few things…”

Steam might just about burst out of your ears! He does know!

Not too much longer and your brother enters the stage, he’s always the center performer. You stand to applaud loudly for him, he doesn’t show any emotion but you know he’s beaming on the inside.

“So cute~” you hear him say it softly, as if to himself, and your face warms as you try and forget about it.

When you reseat yourself, his hand lightly comes down onto your mid thigh.

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[ha-rinrin]

BIRD OF A FEATHER

soo I wrote this at 2am, idk how I feel about this, I heard the song and just wrote.

word count: 5.8k

masterlist

I want you to stay

Till I'm in the grave

Till I rot away, dead and buried

Till I'm in the casket you carry

The night air was thick with unspoken words as you and Jinx sat atop a crumbling rooftop, the distant hum of the city echoing below. The moon cast a pale light, illuminating her wild blue hair, a stark contrast to the dark sky. You looked at her, your heart racing, feeling the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I want you to stay,” you said, breaking the silence. “I don't want to ever lose you” Your voice was steady, but your heart trembled at the vulnerability you were laying bare. Jinx turned to you, her bright eyes reflecting both mischief and a deep-seated fear. “What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head, curiosity dancing in her gaze.

“I don’t want to face the world without you. I want you by my side, even when everything turns dark.” The words poured out, raw and unfiltered, and you could see the walls she built around her heart beginning to crack.

Jinx’s laughter was sharp, tinged with a hint of disbelief. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” she said, her tone playful yet serious. “I’m chaos. I’m a mess.” But even as she spoke, you could see the flicker of something deeper in her eyes—a longing that mirrored your own.

“I know you are,” you replied, reaching for her hand, your fingers brushing against her cool skin. “But I wouldn’t want you any other way. I want you to stay, even when it gets hard. Even when it feels like we’re fighting the world and death together.” Your grip her hand tighter, a silent promise that you wouldn’t let go.

She sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re crazy, you know that? I could bring a whole storm into your life.” Her smile was a beacon of light in the darkness, and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Maybe I like storms,” you teased, your heart swelling at the thought of being by her side through it all.

“Fine,” Jinx finally relented, her expression softening. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise not to freak out when I blow things up.” You laughed, the sound echoing into the night, and for a moment, the weight of the world felt lighter.

“Deal,” you said, squeezing her hand tighter. “But you have to promise me something in return.” Jinx raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s that?” she asked. “Promise me that when the time comes, you’ll carry me even if I'm in a casket.” The gravity of your words hung in the air, and for the first time, you saw her guard completely drop.

“You’re serious?, you ask some weird things, you know that right?” she whispered first amused, and then, it hit her, her voice now trembling. “But seriously, you want me there when… when it’s all over?” Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and something deeper, something that spoke of connection and commitment. “I do,” you replied, your voice steady. “I want you to stay till the very end, Jinx. You’re my chaos, my storm, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

She looked at you, her heart racing, and in that moment, the bond between you felt unbreakable. “Then I guess we’re stuck with each other,” she said, a smile creeping across her lips. “Until the grave, I love you my little weirdo.”

And as the stars twinkled above, you knew that no matter what chaos lay ahead, you would face it together, side by side, until the very end.

If you go, I'm going too, uh

'Cause it was always you, uh

And if I'm turning blue, please, don't save me

Nothing left to lose without my baby

The chaos of the outside world faded into the background as you sat cross-legged on the floor of Jinx’s room, surrounded by her eclectic collection of art supplies and colorful spray cans. The walls were a vibrant canvas of unfinished pieces and wild sketches, each telling a story of rebellion and creativity. A warm glow from the string lights overhead cast a soft light, making the space feel both intimate and alive.

Jinx sprawled across her unmade bed, her head resting on her arms. She looked at you, a serious glint in her eye. “You know,” she said, “if you ever decide to leave this place, count me in, I’m not staying behind without you.”

You paused, taken aback by the sincerity of her words. “Really? You’d just walk away from everything?”

She sat up, her expression serious now. “Absolutely. It’s always been you. I don’t care about the chaos outside if I don’t have you by my side. I’d rather take the leap into the unknown than stay here and watch you go.”

A warmth spread through you at her confession, making your heart race. “But what if it gets messy? What if we end up lost? or, i dont know, a lot of bad thing can happen out there”

Jinx shrugged, a playful grin breaking through her seriousness. “That’s the adventure, isn’t it? If things get tough, I want you right there with me. I don’t want anyone else by my side if everything goes south.”

You felt a sense of comfort in her words, a deep connection pulling you closer. “I’d choose to be with you, no matter what happens. I’d take that risk.”

She shifted closer, her knee brushing against yours, and the playful spark in her eyes deepened. “Good. Because nothing feels right without you. We’ll carve our own path together.”

In that cluttered room, surrounded by the remnants of Jinx’s wild spirit, you both knew that whatever chaos awaited you, you would face it hand in hand. The world outside might be unpredictable, but in this moment, it felt like you had everything you needed right here. Without each other, life would feel empty, like there was nothing left to hold onto

Birds of a feather, we should stick together

I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

The streets of Piltover buzzed with the energy of night, colorful lights reflecting off cobblestones slick with rain. You and Jinx sprinted through the labyrinthine alleyways, her laughter echoing in the air, a wild melody in the chaos. Jinx’s grip was tight on your hand, pulling you deeper into the heart of the city where the shadows danced and danger lurked.

“Faster!” she shouted, glancing over her shoulder. “We’ve got company!”

You didn’t need to ask who. The faint sound of guards calling out, their footsteps growing louder behind you, sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she tugged you toward a bustling market square. “Trust me, we can lose them in the crowd!”

Without hesitation, you followed her lead, dodging merchants and stalls overflowing with colorful goods. She grabbed a handful of trinkets from a vendor’s table, tossing them over her shoulder as you weaved through startled onlookers. “Sorry!” she shouted, her laughter echoing as chaos erupted behind you.

Jinx skidded to a halt in the center of the square, pulling you close. “Now watch this!” With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a handful of smoke bombs into the air. The moment they exploded, vibrant clouds of color erupted, enveloping the square and obscuring everything in a surreal haze.

“Go!” she shouted, and you both plunged into the swirling smoke, hearts racing. You could hear the guards shouting, struggling to navigate through the confusion.

With her hand still intertwined with yours, Jinx led you toward a side street, the laughter of the crowd echoing behind you. “We’ve got to find a place to hide!” she urged, her breath coming quick but excited.

You ducked into a narrow alleyway, pressing against the damp brick wall as the sounds of chaos faded into the distance. Jinx’s eyes shone with exhilaration as she turned to you, a mix of thrill and mischief lighting her face. “Did you see their faces? They had no idea!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension from the chase dissipating. “You really are insane,” you said, shaking your head, but your heart raced in response to her wild energy.

“Insane or brilliant? What do you think?” she teased, nudging your shoulder playfully. “We’re like birds of a feather, causing chaos together. It’s never boring with me around!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” you replied, but the warmth in your chest told a different story.

Jinx leaned in closer, her expression turning serious for a moment. “If I go down, I want you right there with me. No one else could make this fun,” she said, her voice a mix of sincerity and bravado.

You felt the weight of her words, realizing just how much this chaotic life meant to her. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, squeezing her hand. “As long as you’re here, I’ll stick by you.”

With a wild grin, Jinx pulled you back into the fray, the night still full of adventures and the thrill of uncertainty. No matter the danger, you knew one thing: being by her side, you could face anything Piltover threw your way.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, I

The moon hung low over Piltover, bathing the city in a silvery glow. You and Jinx sat on the edge of a rooftop, dangling your legs over the side as you watched the streets below buzz with life. It felt like you were perched on the edge of the world, the chaos of the city swirling around you, but in that moment, everything was still.

Jinx broke the silence first, her voice a mix of excitement and mischief. “Look at them down there! They have no idea what kind of trouble we could unleash.” Her laughter rang out, bright and carefree, but you sensed an undercurrent of something deeper.

You turned your gaze to her, noticing the way her smile faded slightly. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, tilting her head, her blue hair catching the moonlight. “You’re being all quiet and weird.”

A lump formed in your throat, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on you. “I just… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like everything is slipping away.” You looked out over the city, the vibrant life below starkly contrasted with the emptiness that threatened to engulf you.

Jinx’s expression shifted, her playful demeanor dimming. “Hey,” she said softly, “you know I’d do anything to keep us together, right?” The sincerity in her voice tugged at your heart, and you couldn’t help but reach out for her hand.

“I know,” you replied, squeezing her fingers tightly. “I just wish we had more time.”

She leaned in closer, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, right? I need you here with me, we have plenty of time.”

You wanted to assure her, to promise her that you would always be by her side, but the truth weighed heavy on your mind. “I’ll always be here, even if… things change.” You didn’t dare voice the fear that lurked in the corners of your thoughts, the truth that hunts you, that there's the possibility that you could be leaving soon.

“Things don’t have to change,” she insisted, a spark of defiance in her gaze. “As long as we’re together, we can take on anything. This city doesn’t stand a chance against us.”

You smiled at her enthusiasm, but the truth of your situation lingered like a ghost. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” you murmured, looking back down at the streets filled with strangers, unaware of the chaos that danced in the shadows.

Jinx’s grip tightened on your hand, and for a moment, it felt like nothing could break the bond between you. “We’re partners in crime. It’s just us against the world,” she said, her voice firm. “And if things get dark, I’ll find a way to pull you back.”

“Promise?” you asked, though the word tasted bittersweet on your tongue.

“Always,” she replied, but the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes made your heart ache. You both knew that the future was uncertain, that the dangers lurking in Piltover could change everything in an instant.

As you sat there, the city sprawling beneath you, a sense of urgency filled the air. You leaned closer to her, willing the moment to last forever. “Whatever happens, just know you mean everything to me,” you whispered.

She looked at you, her blue eyes shimmering with a mix of determination and fear. “You’re not allowed to leave me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Never,” you promised, though a part of you wondered how long you could keep that vow.

In the stillness of the night, the two of you lingered on that rooftop, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between you. You could feel the inevitability of change creeping closer, but for now, you held onto each other, two souls caught in the chaos of Piltover, unwilling to let go

I'll love you till the day that I die

Till the day that I die

Till the light leaves my eyes

Till the day that I die

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the weight of your impending fate. You knew this was coming. You lay against the cold, hard floor of Jinx’s chaotic sanctuary, each breath a struggle as the sounds of the outside world grew distant. Jinx sat beside you, her vibrant blue hair fanned out like a halo, eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

“Stay with me,” she urged, her voice trembling, but you could see the fear creeping in behind her usual bravado. Her fingers intertwined with yours, a desperate grip as if she could hold you to this world through sheer will, your body in Jinx's arms, held as if she could change what was about to come.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jinx,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. Pain lanced through your body, but the warmth of her touch grounded you. “Not without you.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the chaos that usually surrounded her now replaced by raw vulnerability. “You can’t leave me. Not like this. We were supposed to—”

“I know,” you interrupted gently, fighting against the wave of darkness threatening to engulf you. “We had so much left to do. But I need you to understand something.” You paused, gathering what little strength you had left. “You are everything to me. More than this life, more than any adventure. I wouldn’t trade our moments for anything.”

Jinx’s breath hitched as she clung to your hand, to your dying body, desperation painting her features. “Don’t say that. We’ll figure this out. We always do.”

“But what if we don’t?” you replied softly, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. “You have to keep going. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. You’ve faced the darkest of nights and come out shining. Promise me you won’t let this break you. My time has run out. I’m sorry Jinx.”

Tears spilled from her eyes, tracing down her cheeks as she shook her head. “I don’t want to live in a world without you. You’re my light, my chaos, my everything.”

“Then carry me with you. I’ll be right there, in your heart,” you murmured, your voice growing fainter. “You have to keep living for both of us. Find your way, even when it feels impossible. You’ve always been the one to make the impossible happen.”

Jinx pressed her forehead against yours, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the chill creeping through your body. “I can’t let you go. I won’t,” she whispered, a rawness in her voice that shattered your heart.

“Just hold onto me,” you replied, your eyes fluttering as the darkness threatened to claim you. “And remember the laughter, the chaos, the way we fought for each other. That’s what I’ll live for. Take this.” You can feel all your muscles giving up on you as you search for the clasp of your necklace—a locket, actually. Inside, there's a photo of you and Jinx, one of your happiest moments together, kept intact by a picture. She holds it in her hand as if her life depended on it.

In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of a life filled with wild adventures, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. You held Jinx’s gaze, memorizing every detail, every flicker of emotion before the world began to fade. As your consciousness slipped away, her grip on your hand and body tightened, the love and fear intertwining in a bittersweet farewell.

You would always be with her, a whisper in the wind, a promise that love, even in its most fragile form, would endure beyond the chaos

I want you to see, mmm

How you look to me, huh

You wouldn't believe if I told ya

You would keep the compliments I throw ya

The air in Zaun was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, mingling with the vibrant chaos that thrived in the underbelly of Piltover. Neon lights flickered above as you and Jinx darted through the narrow alleyways, her laughter echoing off the grimy walls. It felt exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you followed her lead, your heart racing in time with the city’s pulse.

“Come on! We’re almost there!” she shouted over her shoulder, her voice filled with infectious excitement. You felt her hand grip yours, fingers intertwining as she pulled you along, weaving through a crowd of colorful characters and shadowy figures.

You couldn’t help but admire her—the way she moved with such confidence and fearlessness, her blue hair trailing behind like a comet’s tail. In moments like this, she was electric, and you wished she could see the beauty in her chaos as you did.

As you turned a corner, you stumbled slightly, and Jinx glanced back, concern flickering across her face. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah, just keeping up with you!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face. “You’re like a whirlwind!”

She laughed, a sound that cut through the din of the streets, brightening even the darkest corners of Zaun. “Well, you better hang on tight, then! I’ve got plans for tonight!”

The two of you skidded to a halt in front of a makeshift market, colorful stalls bursting with odd trinkets and eccentric gadgets. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced around, plotting your next move. “Let’s cause some chaos! I bet we can swipe some of that gear over there before anyone notices.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, a hint of hesitation creeping into your voice.

She shot you a playful grin, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Besides, it’ll be fun! Just think about how amazing it’ll feel to get away with it!”

You hesitated, but the thrill of the moment was too tempting to resist. “Alright, let’s do it.”

With that, you both dove into the chaos of the market. Jinx led the charge, her laughter ringing out as she expertly swiped items from the stalls while you followed closely, trying to keep up with her frenetic energy. Each time you narrowly avoided detection, adrenaline surged through you, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom that was intoxicating.

As you ducked behind a stall, your heart racing, you caught your breath, watching Jinx in awe. “You’re incredible,” you said, half in disbelief, half in admiration. “You make this look easy.”

She turned, a wild grin plastered across her face, and for a moment, everything else faded away. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely. You’ve got this whole chaotic charm that pulls everyone in,” you replied, your eyes locking with hers, feeling a rush of emotion. “I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Her expression softened for a moment, vulnerability flickering behind her usual self. “Yeah, right. I’m just a mess,” she said, a hint of self-doubt creeping in.

“You’re not just a mess; you’re my mess,” you replied, the words tumbling out before you could think twice. “And I wouldn’t trade our adventures for anything.”

Jinx’s eyes widened slightly, surprise dancing across her features before she laughed it off. “Okay, maybe I’ll keep you around to remind me how awesome I am!”

As the night wore on, the chaos of Zaun wrapped around you like a familiar blanket, the energy of the city mirrored in the electric connection between you and Jinx. In that moment, amidst the thrum of excitement and danger, you knew that no matter where your paths led, you would always find your way back to each other.

But you're so full of shit, hmm

Tell me it's a bit, oh

Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted

Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid

The neon lights flickered above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the grimy streets of Zaun. You found yourself in one of the many hidden corners, the air thick with the scent of metal and something sweetly toxic. Jinx leaned against a wall, her arms crossed, a frown tugging at her lips as she scrolled through her chaotic collection of gadgets.

“Seriously, Jinx, you can’t keep doing this,” you said, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “This whole ‘I’m invincible’ act is getting old. You can’t just keep risking everything for a thrill.”

She looked up, her expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. “Oh, come on! You’re just being dramatic. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s all just fun and games.”

“It’s not just fun!” you snapped, running a hand through your hair. “You think this is a joke? Every time you pull one of these stunts, it gets closer and closer to blowing up in your face. You need to see what you’re getting into!”

Jinx’s laughter echoed in the alley, but it lacked its usual lightness. “You don’t get it, do you? I thrive on this chaos! It’s what keeps me alive. I’m not going to sit around and play it safe, waiting for a life that’ll never happen.”

“Yeah? And what happens when that thrill runs out?” you shot back, feeling your heart race with frustration. “You’ll end up alone, with nothing but regrets. Can’t you see how polluted your mind is with this reckless nonsense?”

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms tighter, the playful spark gone from her gaze. “And what about you? Always trying to play the responsible one, acting like you’re better than this. You think you’re saving me, but all you’re doing is holding me back!”

“Maybe I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt!” you exclaimed, your voice rising. “I care about you, Jinx! Can’t you understand that?”

A moment of silence stretched between you, thick with tension. Jinx’s expression flickered, a mixture of anger and something softer, more vulnerable. “I don’t need saving,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I just want to live. And if that means taking risks, then so be it.”

“Risking everything for a thrill isn’t living,” you countered, your heart aching at the thought of losing her to her reckless pursuit. “You’re better than this, Jinx. I just wish you could see it.”

She turned away, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. “Maybe I don’t want to be better. Maybe I just want to be free.”

You stepped closer, desperation clawing at your chest. “You can be free without putting yourself in danger. Please, just think for a second about what you’re doing.”

As her gaze remained fixed on the distant cityscape, you could see the turmoil churning within her. “You’re so full of shit,” she muttered, more to herself than to you. “You don’t get it at all.”

“Then help me understand,” you pleaded, reaching out gently to touch her shoulder. “I’m here, and I want to understand. But you need to stop pushing me away.”

Jinx finally turned to face you, her eyes searching yours for something—understanding, maybe, or just the reassurance that you wouldn’t walk away. “You really think I’m worth saving?”

You nodded, your voice steady. “I know you are. You’re worth every risk, every chaotic moment we share. Just… let me in.”

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face before she broke eye contact, the walls she built around her beginning to crack. “Fine,” she said, her tone softer, but still defiant. “But if you think you can change me, you’re in for a wild ride.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her stubbornness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the neon lights continued to dance above you, the tension eased, leaving a fragile understanding hanging in the air. In that moment, you knew you were both in for a chaotic adventure, but at least now, you would face it together.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, but I

Don't wanna say goodbye.

The shadows loomed over the abandoned warehouse where the two of you used to hide away from the chaos. Jinx stood alone, the familiar graffiti-covered walls feeling more suffocating than ever. It had been weeks since you had left, and yet, it felt like mere moments, each passing second amplifying the ache in her chest. Your locket became an extension of herself at this point.

With a shaky breath, she traced her fingers over the spot where you used to sit, laughing at her wild ideas and encouraging, sometimes even stopping her reckless dreams, you were her steady anchor. It felt so empty now, a hollow space where your warmth used to reside. She had tried to convince herself that she was fine, that she could carry on, for you, but every corner of the warehouse echoed your absence.

Jinx clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “Why did you have to leave me?” she shouted into the silence, her voice cracking. “You promised you’d always be here! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you!. You promised” Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting, as she sank to the floor.

The world outside continued to move on, but for her, time had stopped. Memories flashed in her mind like lightning: the way your laughter filled the air, the tender moments shared in the midst of chaos, the quiet whispers of love that felt too fragile to hold. And now, all of it was gone, leaving only the suffocating darkness of grief behind.

“I don’t know what I’m crying for,” she murmured, the words barely escaping her lips. “I should be strong. I should be… better. But I can’t. I just… I don’t think I could ever love anyone more than I loved you.” Her voice broke, a mix of despair and regret.

As she pressed her hands against her temples, the memories became unbearable. Each laugh, each smile, felt like a knife twisting in her heart. It was as if the universe had conspired to strip away the one thing that made her feel alive, leaving her in a cold, empty shell.

Jinx closed her eyes, trying to picture your face, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth. But the image slipped away, replaced by the painful reality of your absence. “It might not be long, but I…” she choked, struggling to speak through the tears. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I can’t.”

The weight of her sorrow crashed down on her, and she collapsed onto the ground, sobs wracking her body. The chaos of Zaun felt distant, insignificant compared to the storm raging within her. “I need you,” she whispered, her voice raw with longing. “I can’t do this without you.”

In the stillness, she could almost hear your laughter, like a soft breeze brushing against her skin. But it was just a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. The realization settled in her bones, heavy and suffocating. Without you, there was no adventure, no chaos worth pursuing. Just an endless cycle of pain and emptiness.

As she lay there, curled into herself, she knew she had to find a way to keep you alive in her heart. But the thought felt like a bitter promise, a weight she wasn’t sure she could carry. “I’ll never forget you,” she whispered into the void, a final plea to the universe. “But I don’t know how to move on without you.”

(Birds of a feather, we should stick together) till the day that I die

(I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone) till the light leaves my eyes

(Can't change the weather, might not be forever) till the day that I die

But if it's forever, it's even better

The dim light of the stars flickered overhead as you and Jinx settled onto a rooftop in the heart of Zaun. The city below buzzed with the usual energy: vendors calling out, streetlights flickering, and laughter mingling with distant shouts. From up here, the chaos felt both distant and close, a pulse that thrummed in the air.

Jinx leaned back against the cool surface, her wild hair spilling out behind her like a cascade of color. “Can you believe we made it up here? No one knows about this spot!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. You could see the thrill of adventure in her expression, the way it lit her up from the inside.

“It’s our little secret,” you replied with a grin, glancing around at the scattered rooftops. It was a perfect hideaway, a sanctuary from the world below. You could see the sprawling chaos of Zaun, but up here, you felt almost invincible, as if the city couldn’t touch you.

Jinx sprang up and started to dance, her movements erratic and electric. “Look at me! I’m a queen of the rooftops!” she shouted, twirling with reckless abandon, her laughter ringing out into the night. You couldn’t help but smile, the joy in her voice contagious.

You joined her, laughter spilling from your lips as you twirled along with her, the two of you spinning under the starry sky. But as the laughter faded into the cool night air, the weight of unspoken words lingered. Jinx suddenly stopped, her expression shifting. “You know, sometimes I think about how this could all end,” she admitted, a frown creasing her brow.

“Jinx, don’t—” you started, but she waved you off, her usual self faltering for a moment.

“No, really. If I go down, I want you to come with me. I can’t handle the thought of facing it alone,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the urgency was palpable.

You stepped closer, capturing her gaze with yours. “You won’t have to face anything alone. We’re in this together.”

Her eyes softened, and you could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath her playful exterior. “I don’t want to be left behind. I don’t want to go back to being alone.”

“I won’t let that happen,” you promised, feeling the weight of your words. “You’re stuck with me, Jinx. No matter what.”

With a deep breath, Jinx broke into a smile again, though you could see the remnants of her fear lingering in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. Just look at us! We’re unstoppable!”

You both shared a laugh, the tension easing as the stars sparkled above you. But deep down, the uncertainty of tomorrow still loomed.

“You know,” Jinx said, glancing down at the bustling streets below, “life down there is unpredictable. I might screw up, and it could cost us everything.”

You squeezed her hand, grounding her. “And if that happens, we’ll face it together. I’ll always be right here. I won’t leave.”

In that moment, she leaned closer, the warmth of her presence enveloping you. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

And as the city pulsed below, you both knew that amidst the chaos, you would always stick together, come what may. In the heart of Zaun, on that rooftop, under the vast sky, you felt invincible—two birds of a feather refusing to fly solo, bound together by a bond that could withstand anything. But at the end of the end, promises slip through our fingers.

I knew you in another life

You had the same look in your eyes

I love you, don't act so surprised

You’re standing in your quaint flower shop in Piltover, surrounded by colorful blooms. The scent of fresh petals fills the air, a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the city outside. You’ve built this life for yourself, a haven where beauty flourishes amid the bustling streets.

As you arrange a bouquet, a flash of color catches your eye outside. You step out, the sun bathing you in warmth, and suddenly everything goes quiet. The bustling marketplace fades into a soft murmur as your gaze locks onto a figure standing a few feet away.

A blue haired girl stands there, vibrant and alive, her wild hair a cascade of blues and purples. She’s wearing a paint-splattered apron, her fingers stained with hues from her latest artistic endeavor. She glances around, absorbed in her own world, seemingly unaware of your presence.

You watch her for a moment, captivated by the way she moves through the chaos, a whirlwind of color and energy. She approaches a nearby street artist, who’s painting a mural on a wall, her attention caught by the vivid strokes of paint. The world around you blurs, and it feels as if time has slowed.

As she takes a step closer to the mural, your eyes meet. Her bright purple eyes hold a spark of familiarity, a flicker of recognition that sends a rush of warmth through you. It’s a moment suspended in time, the noise of the marketplace fading into silence. Everything else around you seems to disappear, leaving just the two of you in that shared gaze.

For a heartbeat, the air between you crackles with unspoken connection, something deep and instinctual tugging at your heart. It’s as if you’ve known her forever, yet in this life, you’re mere strangers passing in the street.

Then, just as quickly as it began, the moment shifts. the magenta eyes break eye contact, looking away to examine the mural more closely. The noise of the city rushes back, enveloping you as if a curtain has been drawn, and you’re left standing there, heart racing, wondering why that fleeting moment felt so significant.

With a soft sigh, you return to your flowers, glancing back to steal another look. Jinx is laughing with the street artist, a bright smile lighting up her face, the vibrant chaos of her spirit spilling over as she becomes lost in the moment. The world continues around you, but that brief connection lingers in your mind, haunting and beautiful, a whisper of something you can't quite understand

[ash-mcj]

From the Darkness Comes a Spark

i'm rereading the previous fic in my series to get in the headspace for continuing the current one, and i'm gonna share some of the notable/favorite passages lol

Stiles pressed a button and Creep by Radiohead filled the room. As the music started, Stiles began to sway back and forth on his feet. He turned to Derek with a faux seriousness and serenaded, “When you were here before...couldn’t look you in the eye.” 

Derek raised an unimpressed eyebrow at his antics, but Stiles somehow took it as encouragement to walk towards him. He scooted away a little as Stiles got closer to the bed.

“You’re just like an angel,” Stiles sang, putting his knee up on the mattress as he began climbing onto it. “Your skin makes me cry.”

“Shut up,” Derek laughed.

“You float like a feather,” Stiles continued, dramatically throwing himself across Derek’s lap as he sang into his fist as if it were a microphone. With the other hand, he reached up and attempted to touch Derek’s cheek—but Derek swatted it away before it made contact. “In a beautiful world.”

“Get off.”

“I wish I was special. You’re so f— ah!” Stiles’ singing was abruptly cut off by a yelp as Derek tossed him off of his lap and onto the ground.

For a few seconds, Derek was able to enjoy the music without Stiles’ painfully-terrible singing contribution. But then—

“But I’m a creeeep!” Stiles all but shouted, jumping back up onto the bed. “I’m a weirdo!”

Derek snorted. “Understatement.”

Stiles was a hyperactive human with werewolf behaviors and absolutely no sense of self-preservation—who had no qualms about standing up to alphas, wrestling with werewolves, or befriending the pack’s most aggressive and reclusive member. Weird, to say the very least.

Stiles had the audacity to look scandalized for a moment, as if he could even try to contest the accusation, before holding up his fist to Derek’s face. Derek shook his head and pushed the hand away, because there was no way in hell that he was singing into a pretend microphone. Stiles just brought it back towards his mouth and gave him a silly, hopeful smile—and those damn pleading eyes that somehow always drew out a yes from just about anyone he used them on.

The kid had to be magic or something.

“Derek!” he urged. “You gotta sing, so I can play the instruments!”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Derek.”

“No.”

“Derek!”

Those freaking eyes.

“I wanna have control,” Derek grumbled out the tune with a very put-out expression on his face. “I want a perfect body.”

“Yeah, muscle wolf!” Stiles cheered, spastically moving his hands as if he were drumming along to the beat with a pair of drumsticks.

“I want a perfect soul,” Derek sang, his frown melting at the corner into a lopsided grin. “I want you to notice.”

The two of them took turns singing the verses until the song ended and Stiles burst out laughing as he leaned into Derek’s side.

“I don’t know about you, Der, but if you’re asking me—”

“I’m not.”

Stiles punched Derek’s shoulder. “We sounded exactly like Radiohead.”

“Yeah,” Derek said monotonously. They definitely sounded nothing like Radiohead. “Especially your drumming.”

“I’m so glad you think so, too. I wasn’t gonna say anything, because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but my drum skills were definitely the best part of our concert.”

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt: house 12/10/24 @rosekillermicrofic

(Long one today lol, so read below the cut)

Word count: 945

It had been a long night, Evan had made the retrospectively idiotic decision to walk home from his night shift at the cemetery. It wasn't a horrible job, he just sat in the security office for most the night and did the occasional sweep to make sure no cocky teens had tried to break in and vandalise a grave or hold a seance (yes that really happened once), sometimes some nitty would have found their way past the fence while on the piss and Evan would have to shoo them away.

Evan kept trudging down the dark side street lost in thought. It was very early morning and miserable weather but more drizzly than anything, but the rain dimmed the already barely visible orange glow of the street In the summer, it was easier walking home because the sun would be creeping its way into the sky by this time, but now that winter had begun, it stayed dark long after Evan made it home.

Crossing the road without looking wasn't a wise idea, especially when you ended up crumpled on the bonnet of a car that was crawling along beside you without headlights on.

"What the fuck?" Evan shouted at the driver, flipping off the shadowed figure sat behind the wheel as he pushed himself away from the car. It wasn't going fast enough to do any damage but the dickhead behind the wheel didn't have his headlights on despite how dark it was. Evan kept on walking, notice the car kept following him slowly up the road, matching his pace almost. Evan wasn't sure if he was being paranoid but it felt an awful lot like he was being followed.

He picked up his pace and so did the car, he went around a corner he normally wouldn't and so did the car.

He stopped, facing the car and rapping his knuckles on the window. The driver rolled it down a crack. He was a bit off-putting. Dark hair streaked with green, too many peircings and stretched earlobes, he smiled showing off yet another body modification - sharpened teeth. Trust Evan to get followed by the most stereotypical creep of the century.

"Can I help you?" Evan asked, not even trying to hide the annoyance in his tone. He wanted to go home and sleep without being followed by this weirdo.

"Sure thing," the man drawled out, rolling the window down all the way and leaning out to get a better look at Evan. "You're the graveyard guy?" He asked, running his tongue over his teeth.

Evan nodded reluctantly, taking a cautious step away from the cars owner. His gaze was unsettling, sort of hungry like a prey animal that had been left without a meal for too long. Evan didn't fear much, but he didn't exactly enjoy being looked at like an ingredient.

The man behind the wheel nodded to himself and smiled wider. "I'm Barty," he held out a hand to be shaken, but Evan just stared at it warily. He knew better than to grab at the hand of a stranger... who was stalking him at that.

"Okay...?" Evan cocked his head curiously. "And you're following me because?" He let the question hang in the air, the rain picked up, but there was no way he was going to be walking home just yet.

"So I know where your house is." He spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world, completely normal to stalk people.

Evan took another step back, freaked out by the idea of being followed for his home address. "Why the fuck do you want to know where I live?" He asked angrily, running a hand through his damp hair and squinting against the droplets in his eyelashes.

Barty just shrugged mindlessly. "You're my type," he said plainly, leaning a little more out the window. "I like to get a good feel for people before I take them," he drawled out the words mockingly, and Evan wanted even more to turn and leave, but simultaneously, he couldn't make his legs move. Rooted in place half curious, half terrified.

"Take them..?" Evan whispered, was this him being kidnapped? If so, he wasn't doing a good job at preventing it.

"Yeh, you know... see a hot guy or gal, follow them about a bit, see if they're any good and then I don't know find them on a night out and take em to my place" he explained with a grin on his face and an odd glint in his eyes. Evan swallowed and stumbled a bit further back from the car.

"Do you fucking kill them or something?" Evan spat the words out defensively, his heart racing in fear. Barty looked like he might enjoy maiming and torturing someone. He shrugged, fucking shrugged like Evan had figured it out. Evan felt dizzy. Was this how he was going to die?

"A couple of them, they just couldn't handle it, ya know... think I'm a freak or something, " he explained. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. Evan couldn't quite bring himself to move. "But I think you're different... you work the graveyard shift at the graveyard, you taxidermy in your spare time and on top of all that... you're fucking hot" he said the last words like they were offensive, like Evan had no right to look the way he did and that tiny self doubting part of him clung to those words.

Hot. Someone thought he was hot, liked his hobbies, and didn't mind his job.

Maybe dating a creepy, stalking alleged murderer wouldn't be too far-fetched.

[mamirhodessxox]

Could you do a first date hcs for Seth Rollins pls? ⭐️

First Date <3

Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Contents: Fluff, mentions of beer, the cute regular stuff ya know?

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-Seth & You are two very simple compatible people, The two of you met when you volunteered as makeup and hair help for the wwe ladies when they were short on makeup and hair artists, he would usually spend his free time in whatever room you were doing hair in just to wither watch you or chit chat & this eventually turned into attraction & you two both agreed on taking things very steady

-He didn’t want to immediately start of with a glitz and glamour for a 1st date because that is stressful to get ready for on the ladies part, you two are into the easy fun stuff & what is more fun that an in town carnival? Exactly.

-Seth is the type of guy to be very proud of being able to pull any kind of woman so he definitely proudly shows you off, holds your hand, wraps an arm around you, feeding you personally because why are you as the love of his life putting in work? Exactly stfu.

-If you got a snow cone that wasn’t the flavor you expected it to be and it genuinely tastes awful to you he is already switching cones, luckily for Seth he eats anything so he has no issue trading snacks

-Seth once made the mistake of bringing his beer onto the ferris wheel and once it started up it shook a little bit and it freaked him out and he ended spilling his beer all over his shirt so he had to walk around with a carnival bought t-shirt that was the most embarrassing thing wver

-When you two go on any of those carnival rides he holds you extremely close in the assumption you might get hurt & honestly, he would rather die in a gorilla pit than you get a singular scratch.

-He’s the type of guy to impress you with winning 10 dozens of stuffed animals at the carnival games instead of impressing you with the riches, every-time he wins a teddy bear he immediately gives it to you “I just won this thing are you in love with me yet or what” “yes baby I’m very much in love with you.”

-One mistake you do make though is play a competitive game with him, don’t do that, like ever, he is easily competitive and will make it a goal to win.

-He really likes fire work shows so when the event is closing up you two would sit in the back of his car in the trunk and watch the fireworks and just cuddle while he’s internally freaking out. He has the biggest crush on you if you haven’t already noticed.

-later in your guy’s relationship he hates secrets or having to keep a secret, Seth is a total blabber mouth so if he thinks he’s in trouble over anything he immediately runs to you or calls you in the middle of the night and starts word vomiting over the most stupidest thing he did “I just stood next too Liv Morgan & I was like omg her hair looks good what if the love of my life Y/N did it and i was staring at her hair for too long & She glared at me and now she probably thought I was being some weirdo fucking creep but I swear I wasn’t I WAS JUST TRYING TO OBSERVE WHETHER OR NOT YOU DID HER HAIR I’m sorr-“ “Seth, it’s 4 in the fucking morning GO TO SLEEP-“

Manirhodessxox’s Masterlist

[aurangg]

In my opinion, being schizoid is the most “rebellious” and “rejecting” of society and the nature of humans out of all personality disorders.

Society is founded on community and human beings are constantly said to be social creatures. To excel in society, you need to have connections and wisdom that comes with interaction and experience.

When your emotions are so stunted, your interest in people little to none, your circle practically non-existent… you reject the very foundation of what society is built upon and hence everything else within it. You don’t even have it in you to try and curate a circle of friends, even if for manipulative selfish purposes of using them and excelling ahead, because you’re just not interested. You just don’t have that in you. Little to nothing seems to interest you.

Your life has become a masquerade of pretending to be someone you’re not, feel something you don’t. If people even begin to notice what you really are, you’re labelled a “weirdo”, “freak”, “creep”, “loner”, “loser who can’t make friends”, “scary”.

[judgeanon]

What do you think are the elements of a Judge Dredd story? In the sense of what are the requirements of one

It's a bit hard to tell because Dredd, both the character and the universe, are a lot more flexible than it'd seem on the surface. There are action Dredds and comedy Dredds and brutal, heart-wrenching Dredds... hell, there's even stories where Dredd takes off his helmet, which you'd think would be the biggest element of it all!

But I think it becomes easier if you split it into parts and then figure out the core elements of each part. In my case, I'd split it into three: Dredd himself, Mega-City One itself, and the Story you want.

For Dredd, the key is to understand what kind of man he is. He's obsessed, stubborn, driven and very short tempered. He's been literally created to serve the Law, but also possesses a strong sense of capital-j Justice that sometimes can clash with that law and with the institution he works in. He'll lock up a million citizens but also willingly give up his own life for one. He doesn't know happiness but he understands satisfaction. And crucially, Dredd is not a guy who likes leaving things half-done. If Judge Death escapes into another dimension, he'll chase him there to punch him in the face. If some karate ninja gets the better of him and escapes, he'll hold that grudge for years waiting for a chance to repay him. And if he feels that an injustice is being made, by him or by his system, he'll do his best to squash it with the same bloody single-mindedness he wields against the perps and creeps of his city. All are equal in the eyes of the Law, and all must face Justice.

For Mega-City One, you need to be able to see the absurdist horror of the city. Behind the wild sci-fi technological miracles and the goofy future crimes, there's a dystopian nightmare that's easy to lose sight of when all you can see are the shiny silver lights and funny weirdos. You need to be able to see the living conditions that create all that crime. You need to see a vision of mankind forever teetering on the edge of losing everything that makes life worth living, everything that defines humanity. A populace beaten into despair, hollowed out by oppression, empty people living empty lives from cradle to resyk. And you need to be able to understand the kinds of people that situation gives birth to. The freaks and the perps but also the sad and the lonely, the alienated, the broken people who never had and never will have a chance to put themselves together.

Finally, there's the story you want to tell, which is where it all comes together. Once you understand Dredd and once you understand MC-1, you can then think of pretty much any kind of story and organically see both where the story would come from and what would Dredd's role be in that story. No matter what genre you make or what you want to tell, MC-1 will provide an opportunity for it and Dredd will give you the perfect straight man to counter it. But beyond that, I think, and this is a very personal thought, that the very best Dredds all come from a place of intense fear and loathing.

The best Dredds come from something terrifying, from the gut-wrenching fear of our own world eventually becoming Mega-City One, of our own failings giving birth to something as monstrous as the judges. They come from anger at the million little and not so little knives that bleed humanity out every day, the mundane horrors that bring us one step closer to MC-1. Even the funny stuff, like the eating contests where teams of fatties eat an entire motorhome in front of thousands, comes from that creeping sensation that this is where we're headed for. That we're halfway there already. That maybe it's even too late to stop it.

I deserve a few years in the iso-cubes for this, but the best Dredds are filled with dread.