#my throat hurts like a motherfucker

[someones-here-for-sure]

CRISIS NOT AVERTED I’M FUCKED!!!!!

CRISIS

[anotheryoutubefanpage]

Kill me I have to wait two and half hours in the walk in

[s1xseasonsandamov1e]

excited to announce that after 3 days of being ill i can finally breathe through my nose again!!!!!!

[wyverwithy]

gonna be real i'm gonna bash my fucking skull in

[cybersunnie]

operation mistletoe

With a mistletoe, RAFE CAMERON can do just about anything.

includes fem!reader / soft!rafe / fluff / established relationship / brief conflict / petnames ("baby") / safe for minors to read! / wc 951

When you came home from work tired and in a pissy mood, all you wanted was some peace and quiet. 

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, had different plans. 

Rafe thought attacking you with tickles would be a good way to greet you. He had done it before. You laughed, the sound shrill and bouncing off the walls. And he got a laugh out of it, too. No harm, no foul. What could go wrong this time? Especially since it was the holiday season—all cheer and festive?

Everything, apparently. 

You knew he had good intentions when he pounced on you the moment you stepped inside, his fingers tickling your sides. But instead of letting out a chorus of laughter, you snapped at him. You could tell he was caught off guard, the grin on his face faltering as you told him to stop and muttered how annoying he was under your breath. The hurt that flashed across his face stung, but you didn’t take it back. You wished you had, though. 

Now, you were curled up on your bed.

Neither of you had spoken a word to each other after that, not even a glance, and you were sure it was killing him as much as it was killing you. Sure, it had only been ten minutes, but underneath all your anger was someone who just wanted her boyfriend.

You felt the bed dip behind you. Rafe cleared his throat.

“Baby?” 

You stared hard at the wall. It was nice to hear his voice. “What?”

As he moved closer, you felt the space between you shrink, the warmth of his body engulfing yours. Every part of you wanted to fall into him, into his embrace. Maybe you should.

“Look at me.”

“No,” you mumbled, not bothering to turn your head. The wall was more interesting to look at.

You heard Rafe fail to stifle his scoff. He was probably clenching his jaw, too. You were aware that you were being unreasonably stubborn. But you knew, for you, he would be patient—at least, he would try to be patient. Always.

“Don’t be like that,” he spoke gently. “C’mon, my arm’s gonna get tired.”

Good. You hoped his arm got tired. 

Wait, why would his arm get tired? What was he doing?

A frown formed on your face, and your ever-growing curiosity made you roll over.

You didn’t see anything out of the ordinary at first. But then your gaze followed up his raised arm, and you saw that he was holding a mistletoe above the two of you. Where did he—? Your eyes darted to the doorway of your bedroom. The mistletoe you had hung there weeks ago was gone. 

Oh, this motherfucker. He was clever, you would give him that.

With raised brows, he shook the mistletoe. “Y’know what that means.”

“Rafe,” you groaned, running your hands over your face.

“We have to kiss.”

You splayed your fingers to peek at him and saw his face was closer than before. For a split second, your mouth curved into a smile. You were in love with an idiot. 

“We don’t have to.”

He smirked. “Tradition says otherwise.” 

That made you sigh. He wasn’t going to give up, was he? 

Your hands dropped from your face, and you glanced at the mistletoe. It was just there, taunting you. Kiss, kiss, kiss! Still, you didn’t move. But Rafe inched closer, and you watched how his gaze skimmed over your features. He looked at you like you were everything he wanted and more. You were made for me, his eyes screamed. 

Your stubborn act buffered. You couldn’t resist any longer. You leaned in, too, your cheeks on fire.

He exhaled, almost like he was relieved you had relented, and locked his lips with yours. You had kissed him countless times before, yet he still had you burning as if it was your first. His free hand slipped to cup your jaw, his mouth moving with yours, communicating to you in a language only you two understood. This was more than just your boyfriend stealing a kiss from you while you were mad at him.

You were the first to part, your lips brushing his for one last taste before reeling away. When your eyes fluttered open, any lingering irritation there was gone.

Rafe lowered his raised arm, letting go of the mistletoe to hold your face. His nose bumped into yours as if he were going in for another, but he held back, sucking in a breath.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he muttered, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Really.”

You shook your head. 

“No, I’m sorry. I was in a bad mood, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” you said, your voice sweet and smooth like honey. “You’re not annoying.”

He squinted just the tiniest bit. “Nah, I can be pretty annoying.”

You gaped at him as if he had insulted you. It felt like he did. How dare he doubt your words. 

“That’s not true,” you insisted, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

Seemingly unconvinced, Rafe hummed and tilted his head forward until his forehead touched yours. He had to be fishing for compliments. Then you saw his lips twitch as he fought back a grin. That told you enough. He was definitely fishing for compliments.

You narrowed your eyes. “You trying to pick a fight with me?”

“Fuck, no,” he breathed out, laughing.

And then Rafe kissed you again, a hand cradling the back of your head, and your lips melted against his. He moved to hover above you, his body caging you in, and chuckled into your mouth. You did the same. 

This was the peace and quiet you needed.

sunnie speaks! happy holidays my sweethearts! i had sm fun writing and i hope you enjoyed reading!!! 🎄🩵 let's chat about rafe cameron!

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[catsukiiee]

# POSITIONS & R&B.

౨ৎ class 1-a & class 1-b boys x masc/fem!reader

[fan favorites only]

wordcount ; 893

paragraphs ; 41

sentences ; 53

songs used ; songs listed by each character.

all of them are their canon ages (24+)

# CLASS 1-A

# TENYA IIDA [ blame by bryson tiller ]

Tenya doesn’t care what position you two start off in, as long as he’s able to get inside you and hear your moans, then he’s sated. Unfortunately, though, our glorious king, Tenya Iida, cannot last long in any position where he can't see your face. That man NEEDS to see your face; he’s absolutely addicted to seeing your every reaction, especially when he goes deep, sound is not enough. He loves having you in the eagle position, don't even try hiding your face in the pillows.

“I wanna see your face, please.”

# DENKI KAMINARI. [ let em' know by bryson tiller ]

Desperate. That’s the only word I have for this motherfucker. Wanna have sex? He’s down. In doggystyle? Even better. Trust he’s losing his mind as soon as he sees you bend over; expect to have your hair pulled and your shoulders marked with bite marks at the end.

“Look at my little masterpieces.”

# EIJIRO KIRISHIMA [ gang over luv by brent faiyaz ]

As gentlemanly as he is, he’s far from a gentleman in the bedroom; in fact, his favorite position is low doggy. Simply because he can push your face into the mattress and go ham. You want to try and crawl away? Nah baby, he’s grabbing BOTH your arms and locking your ass down; you aren’t running until you’re both finished and he’s tired.

“Why are you moving? Cmere baby.”

# RIKIDO SATO [ ballin by partynextdoor ]

Lethal. He’s strong as fuck, so you better expect to have your pussy absolutely obliterated after a couple of deep strokes, but just like Iida, he needs to see your face to cum, and he's not pulling out either. His favorite position to put you in is young stallion.

That's exactly why y'all have five kids.

“A few more won’t hurt, baby.”

# HANTA SERO [ things & such b partynextdoor ]

THIS MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT HERE IS CRAZY.

The moment you mention wanting to have sex, you don’t even need to move to the bedroom, he loves fucking your brains out on the couch anyway, locking one of your legs over his shoulder while his hands hold your other leg down to keep your legs open so he can watch himself going in and out, your hands WILL BE TIED. Sero is obsessed with watching your breasts bounce to, it drives him insane and makes him finish in a matter of minutes, and he’s not stopping even after cumming first.

The messier the better.

“Look at you sucking me in, goddamn.”

# SHOTO TODOROKI [ jaded by drake ]

Probably the calmest man you know outside the bedroom, but when you’re both in the mood? Your back will be hurting. He loves seeing your back arched; if he goes too deep and you ruin the arch, he’s pushing you right back down immediately.

“What did I say? Lower it back down.”

# IZUKU MIDORIYA [ can i by drake ]

A whole power bottom, he loves having you on top of him, guiding your hips while you ride him. When he's feeling a little adventurous, he likes to grab your throat, forcing your eyes to stay on his as he starts to fuck up into you. HE'S A WHINER. The closer he gets, the whinier he gets.

“Can I cum in you? Please let me cum in you. I wanna cum in you so bad, please. Fuck, I'm cumming."

# KATSUKI BAKUGOU [ altitude by monetell fish ]

As soon as the “Wanna have sex” comes out of your mouth, it’s over for you; it doesn’t matter if y’all are in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, or out in PUBLIC. Trust, he’s going to find a way to have your ass folded and panting. He likes folding you into a pretzel just as much as he likes having you on your hands and knees.

Wanna try and move his hands? They’re locked behind your back. Start squirming and crawling away? He’s got a solution for that ass.

“Stop fucking squirming and take it.”

# HITOSHI SHINSO [ first fuck by 6lack ft jhene aiko ]

Gentle touches and hard deep strokes.

He’s far more focused on having his hands explore your body while doing it, might accidentally brainwash you when he asks, “Is this okay?” or “Want me to go harder? I can’t understand you baby.” 

He loves positions where he can see your face as well.

# CLASS 1-B

# NEITO MONOMA [ sweat by zayn ]

This bitch cannot accept defeat; all that shit talking about lasting longer only to cum inside you after a couple of pumps, seeing your back glistening and your ass rippling each time his hips snapped against you was enough to send him over after five minutes. Don't worry though, he keeps going until you're finished, and then keeps going... and going just to get the 'last word' in his own way.

“What was that? All I hear are mumbles, tsk tsk, what a shame.”

# TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU [ feel it by jacquees ]

Oh baby, he LOVES folding your ass as much as he loves your reactions to him going balls deep each time. Pulling your hair, shoving his fingers into your mouth when you got too loud, and pushing your back down into a deeper arch just to hit it deeper when he has you on your hands and knees.

'Overstimulation is key' is his mindset when he's fucking you.

“Yeah baby, keep cumming.”

i think y'all can tell who i listen to a lot and which characters are my favorite by writing this 💀..

I'M SORRY IF THE SONGS DON'T FIT THE CHARACTERS </3 THIS WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO JUST BE ABOUT SERO BUT THEN I HAD AN IDEA

TEACHERS ARE NEXT!

[jade-jini]

“You can bully me all you want, Uchinaga”

Bully! Aeri x Bully! reader

Promt: Aeri is the exception to every rule you have. You guys grow closer, and what do you learn from that? That just because she’s your bully doesn’t mean that life is easier if she’s not around. A continuation of this. @mxl633 there you go as promised. There y’all go guys 😭

Genre: smut, fluff, slight angst.

TW: this sht’s like +6k😭

“Ah! Shit, Aeri, what did I do now?” You asked the girl behind you, who had pushed you violently against the wall of the bathroom, making you face it. You didn’t waste time and teased her, your ass against her body right away.

“Don’t play dumb with me, y/l/n. You know what you did.” Aeri said, grabbing your waist to control your moves.

“If you’re referring to how I took your notebook for science class, then I’m sorry baby but I needed your answers” you told her with a giggle.

“No I wasn’t talking about- wait. Motherfucker you took my notebook?!” She said, stopping you right there to check her bag. “Y/n!” She complained.

“I’ll give it back!… after I get the answers” you promised.

“You’re such a brat” she clicked her tongue, putting her hands under your shirt to play with your chest. A soft long moan came out of you, making Aeri giggled “you like being touched there a lot, don’t you?”

“Shut up…” you groaned, hating being teased about those things.

“Do I stop, then?” She threatened, already moving her hands away, and you groaned once again.

“Don’t stop! it feels good~” you almost begged. Anybody would think that you haven’t been touched in a long time when in reality, Aeri and you fucked basically everyday.

“This will feel better” she started, undoing your pants, and getting one of her hands inside your underwear “oh wow, so wet already? It really turns you on to get risky like this, huh? Exhibitionist much?” She said, playing with your pussy lips. “I heard from a friend that you’ve been bullying the president of the physical chemistry tutoring club”

“Don’t lie, nerds don’t have any friends” you teased her in between your agitated breathing, giggling at your own comment. She clicked her tongue again, and pinched a part of your inner thigh, hard “fuck! That hurts, Aeri!”

“Then shut the fuck up and listen.” She ordered. “You either stop that, or I’m beating you up”

“Why do you care so much about that loser?” You asked, a frown forming on your face. The guy Aeri was talking about was just basic nerd guy n.74, why would she care about him at all? Was something going on?

“I don’t, but their club and one of the clubs I’m part of are doing a project together, and every time this guy is late because you, dearest, decided to do something to him, it slows us all down” Aeri explained as she rubbed the zone where she pinched to ease the pain. “So you either stop it, or that pinch will feel like a soft kiss compared to what I’ll do to you, ok baby?” She said in that fake nice voice she had that caused you shivers. When you didn’t answer, you grew impatient and started pinching you again, making you hiss in pain.

“Ok ok , Jesus. I’ll stop!” You answered “you have my word. Now can you please play with my clit ‘cause what are you doing, Uchinaga?!” you demanded, already frustrated ‘cause she just kept toying with your pussy.

“Shut up.” Aeri ordered, grabbing your throat with the hand that was previously on your chest, softly choking you. “such a fuckin bully, y/n. they didn’t do anything to you and you bother them.”

“I don’t recall you needing a valid reason to bother me even during the days that I behave.” You said between soft moans as you felt Aeri’s fingers finally giving your clit the attention you needed.

“That’s because you’re an asshole and a bully even when you don’t move. So it’s only fair I give you a lesson to remind you.” The Japanese girl sped up, wanting to hear your voice going to higher ranges. As you started to shiver in her arms, you rested your head back on her shoulder, biting your lip trying to contain the noises you wanted to free. Aeri’s hands traveled to the edge of your pants, and she pulled them down with your underwear, one hand going back to teasing your clit. Fast, then slow when she could see that you were getting close. She kept edging you, then depriving you of your pleasure.

“Stop doing that, I wanna come…” you whined, slapping her other hand. This earned you a hair pull, and a slap on the face.

“I decide when you come, not you. When are you learning this?” She said harshly, making you whimper in annoyance, and making her roll her eyes in result, to then slap your ass. “Fucking brat.”

“Fuck you, Aeri. you call ME a bully when you're the asshole- Ah! Fuck..!”

"Ahh there we go, take it like a good girl, bitch." She cooed you, as she started to roughly move two fingers inside your pussy. She didn’t warn you, she didn’t prepare you, but you were dripping wet so, you didn’t even need any of that.

“W-was it so hard to do that.. 5 minutes ago? Fuck.. feels so good~” you moaned sweetly, loving the way Aeri’s fingers filled you up. You put your shirt up, playing with your tits.

“Is it so hard to not be an impatient little slut?” She asked sarcastically.

“Yes, actually. I thought you’d.. fucking.. know- shit.. - since you’re an expert at being one..” you spoke through your moans and cries, making Aeri huff and speed up both hands as she turned you around and her lips captured your nipple, softly biting but intensely sucking on it, making it even harder to contain your moans. And for a second, you completely forgot you were supposed to. “Fuck… Aeri.. harder please…” you said without controlling your volume, and she had to kiss you to shut you up.

“It’s like you’re trying to get caught” she said against your lips, moaning against your mouth too. She kept fucking you. Deep. Hard. Rough. Until tears were falling from your eyes ‘cause of the intense delicious sensations. You came having to bite her shoulder as she was kissing your neck in order not to scream her name. She hissed at the pain, but she wouldn’t dare to stop you. Aeri loved making you come so hard that you have to bite her like this. As she helped you calm down from your orgasm, she asked again.

“So, no more bullying the presi?”

“I don’t appreciate you talking about some dude while we’re having sex, you know?” You answered after catching your breath, feeling your mood going back to bad as the previous conversation resurrected.

“Aww, jealous?” She teased with a smile, deep inside her finding it somehow endearing that you were jealous.

“Fuck off Uchinaga, you wish”. You huffed while pushing her away.

From “oh my god stop, leave me alone! You’re so annoying!” in public, to “fuck y/n don’t stop baby please… you’re so good…” when it was only you and her. The fact that Aeri and you were now fucking didn’t change how much you annoy each other, it just added more tension. Tension that you both create and you both help each other get rid of. Whenever you weren’t having it with Aeri’s attitude, you’d grab her wrist and get her to your guys’ private spot on that empty bathroom that nobody uses, or even your car, fucking some sense back into her brain. It’s not like it would stop her from bullying you, but you’d tire her up so well that she just didn’t have any energy left for anything.

Most of the time, it was Aeri not having it with you. You were still pretty much the worst (and best) part of her days; Making her notebook disappear, teasing her during class until the teacher has to stop you guys from fisting each other’s face (lol), making her almost trip with your foot. Girlie was constantly making sure you weren’t nearby before trying to walk without looking down.

“You fucking bitch. All day, y/n. You tried to make me fall on my face all fucking day.” Aeri spoke through her teeth, anger flowing through her voice as she pushed you to fall on your own bed. You smiled in excitement, as she started to crawl your way.

“Hey it was only fair, you gave me a headache yesterday with the amount of times you hit my head!” You defended yourself “you’re a real pain in the ass, Uchinaga, you know?”

“Pain in the ass, huh?” She said, a mischievous smile growing on her face making you gulp ‘cause no matter the context, whenever Aeri smiled like that, it meant that it was gonna hurt.

And that’s how you ended up with your ass up and your face against the pillow, biting it and slowly taking every inch of her strap (the strap she made you buy her). Your hands were tied up behind your back with your own tie, and your pillow was already covered on your own saliva.

“How does that feel, huh? Little slut…” Aeri would tease, as she pulled the knot of the tie that held your wrists together. Your brain was so fucked up that you could barely form any coherent thought.

“It hurts s-so good… fuck~ more Aeri..” you’d say in between sobs and whimpers, and the Japanese girl got so aroused by the scene in front of her that she could do nothing but fuck you deeper against your mattress, calling you names that pushed you closer and closer to your climax each time, “pathetic slut” “you’re such a whiny pathetic puppy, aren’t you?” “You like this, don’t you? Getting fucked like a whore. My whore.” until you were nothing but a passed-out mess.

Sometimes you were more patient, though, and waited until the end of the day so you could take her home with you and do anything you wanted with each other in either her or your bed. And Aeri would never say it out loud, but her favorite place to do it was your bed, 100%. She knew that you particularly didn’t like taking your hookups to your house, let alone your own room (but she wasn’t just some other hookup), so the fact that you LOVED when she went to your house? Yeah, I don’t know but she enjoyed that information a little too much. She liked being your exception to so many things. Your breaking point. Even your weakness, whether you’d admit it or not. And she knew it was mutual, you guys are just too stupid and stubborn to admit it to each other unless it’s between moans as your bodies embrace each other during a steamy session.

Going back to those hookups. Surprise no surprise! You stopped seeing other people. I mean, the main reason why you were in that slut era was because you were trying to get rid of that need that Aeri caused on you, but nobody was ever enough. Now, you had the girl herself, to enjoy. To relief you from everything that she herself caused. Why would you waste your time on anybody else?

However, you were wondering how did Aeri come to be the exception of your rule of no bringing people to your room. You had even gone to the extreme of fucking people in a car in a parking lot, just so you wouldn’t bring them to your personal space. To the one place where you could feel vulnerable and safe. And here she was, yet again, riding your strap. Her tits bouncing in front of your face. One of her hands on your throat, choking you softly, and the other resting on your stomach as her body slapped against your lap.

“Fuck, fuck… gonna come again..” she moaned loud, her frowning face showing how she was so focused on reaching her orgasm one more time. One of the multiple reasons why you liked bringing Aeri home was because of the freedom you had of being as loud as you wanted. You grabbed her hips and made her sit on the toy harder, helping her reach those sweet spots inside her that you knew so well now “Fuck! y/n!” She said as she came on top of you, some of it getting on your thighs. The whimpers Aeri was letting out as she rode her climax were making you feel things in every part of your body, wanting to make her ride you for hours (even though you’ve been fucking since you left school hours ago and it was already dark night time). The girl collapsed next to you, clearly tired after such intense and long session. You removed the toy, taking note on cleaning it later, and you turned around to see Aeri; her skin shinning sweaty, her messy hair, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open as she tried catching her breath. You loved this look on her, you’d ruin her until her nails make your back bleed and you can’t feel any part of your body if it meant seeing her like this at the end of the night.

“What are you looking at, loser?” She said, her chest still going up and down.

“I like when you look a mess like this, in my bed…” you softly whispered, leaning down to leave a kiss on her lips. You tried deepening it, but Aeri put her hands on your chest and softly pushed you away.

“Hey don’t get too excited again, ok? I literally can’t feel my legs anymore.” The Japanese girl groaned with a pout as you laughed and squeezed her thigh. “Stooop, it feels weird”

“Fine fine, I’m sorry” you said while still laughing. Aeri simply rolled her eyes and did her hair into a messy bun before putting her glasses back on. You couldn’t believe it and part of you wanted to punch yourself for this but, oh my god didn’t she look extra hot with those nerdy glasses on. Messy hair, glasses, no makeup, and Aeri would have you drooling for her every single time.

“I can feel you staring, y/n”

“Your boobs are out, what do you want from me?”

————————————————————————

“Hey you, I’m cold.” Aeri said the moment she got out of the shower, with only a pair of panties on while she finished drying some parts of her body. You looked at her, like asking her what was she expecting from you. And she looked back at you, like telling you ‘mf get me clothes or something’. You normally wouldn’t let your hookups use any of your clothes, no matter if they ask for it. But as we already know, Aeri is your exception to everything.

“You can use that hoodie, if you want” you suggested while pointing at your favorite sweater (one that you washed the day before and just used to take a nap), trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. You wanted to try something. As you see her putting the piece of cloth on, your heart decided to be stupid and started to beat fast. Why did the view of Aeri with your clothes, your favorite hoodie, cause this on you? You preferred not to think about it.

“Ew, it smells like you” Aeri said faking disgust, but in reality, one of the things she liked the most about you was how nice and sweet you always smell, and the warm feeling of your clothes covering her body was causing just as many things on her “you need to do your laundry and shower more often, nasty ass”

“Oh fuck off.” you told her, making her giggle. Fuck. Her laugh was sounding too cute right now. She was looking too pretty. You turned around and pretended to check your phone, trying to deal with the blush on your face and your accelerated heartbeat. You didn’t wanna deal with your feelings. With no feelings at all.

“So.. let me know whenever you’re ready for me to take you home” you said and got no answer. As you turned around, you heard a soft breathing, and saw how the girl in front of you was completely passed out already. “Aeri? Aeri, hey.” You called, but it was useless. She wasn’t waking up any time soon. You sighed, and didn’t really have the heart to properly try to wake her up, so you jus let it be, and laid next to her to try and get some sleep too. You stared at her, and wondered how somebody who’s so mean when they’re awake can look so sweet and calm while asleep.

Anybody else? You would’ve told them to get ready to take them home or to simply leave before they even think about the idea of spending the night. But not Aeri.

Yeah… Not Aeri.

As you walked down the hallway, you were looking for Aeri. You were supposed to take her home so you guys could work on your project together (post about this coming soon). You knew that after her last class, she had meetings with one of the nerdy clubs she was part of, so you went to the science department to get her. However, you remembered this after you and your friend walked through half the campus trying to find the Japanese girl.

“I can’t believe THEE y/n y/l/n is searching the whole campus trying to find a nerd” Yujin said, as she walked next to you. Her practice had just finished, and she was killing some time before Wonyoung’s last class ended “And what’s worse, a bully-nerd. What an interesting hybrid your girl is” you stopped abruptly, making her crash into you. “Hm? What?”

“Don’t get confused, Yujin. She’s not my girl.” You told her, not wanting not even the idea of it getting in anybody’s head, although hearing somebody referred to Aeri as your girl made your heart jump in excitement.

“Yeah? Then why are you so serious about finding her? I doubt is to bother her, you said you had too much homework lately.”

“I told you, Yujin. We got a project together. The sooner I find her, the sooner we finish it, and then I don’t have to see her. At least not outside of school.” you said, trying to act like you weren’t spending almost every hour of the day with Aeri.

“It must be a really important project for you to care like this”

“It is. Now shut up and lets go, I think her club is this way.” you said. You guys walked down a hallway, checking the names and numbers next to the doors.

“Smells like loser in here…” Yujin said covering her nose, making gestures like she wanted to puke.

Yujin abandoned you after saying that she couldn’t stand the “smell of nerds and losers”, which made you roll your eyes ‘cause you knew damn right she just got bored and was gonna try to find her girlfriend. You sighed, and decided to just let her go, as you stood in front of what seemed to be the classroom where Aeri’s clubs were meeting up. By this hour they should’ve been done already, and if they weren’t you didn’t give a fuck ‘cause you were more important.

As you entered, the first thing you saw was Aeri laughing and smiling vividly, which made a smile escaped you as well.

“There you are-” you started, but once you opened the door a bit more, you froze. You noticed somebody holding her hand and her chin. Nobody else but that fuckass President loser guy that you disliked so much. The reason you disliked him (that Aeri didn’t know), was because you knew his dumbass was into her. You weren’t stupid, the girl was good looking, not only for a nerd but for any type of person, Aeri was very attractive. You knew a lot of people probably liked her, but the way he looked at her. And what’s worse, the way she seemed to have so much respect and admiration for him. Sometimes you even noticed Aeri’s eyes shining whenever he was giving some stupid speech.

You weren’t one to understand these feelings. You never learned how. It scared you. And you hated that it scared you. So what did you do to deal with feeling vulnerable? You’d get angry. You’d succumb to rage. In any other occasion you would’ve dealt with it by pounding on somebody, hard until your pain was gone and it transferred to them, but you gave other people up the moment you started sleeping with Aeri. And she was the reason of these (what you consider) negative feelings. So you couldn’t go to her for it. Not when she was the one making you so jealous. So vulnerable. So scared.

So angry.

Both Aeri and the guy turned to you, same as some other classmates who noticed your presence.

“What is y/n doing here?” You heard one murmur, panic in her face “oh God, are we getting beaten up right now?! I didn’t bring my first aid kit today”

Aeri’s smile disappeared as she saw you and put distance between her and the presi, as if her body knew automatically that she wasn’t supposed to let nobody else touch her.

“There you are, presi” you continued with a fake happy tone, pretending you initially were referring to the guy “have you been hiding from me?” You asked sarcastically as you wrapped his shoulders with one arm roughly, still bitterness emanating from your words. He groaned a bit at the abrupt move, knowing it wasn’t easy to free himself once you got him like this. Aeri’s eyes were on you, silently warning you.

“We talked about this, y/n” she whispered to you, honestly surprised, but mostly annoyed at your attitude “Leave him alone. ” she warned, but you ignored her.

“Listen, y/l/n.” He started, faking some bravery, but still some stuttering in it, making him look even more pathetic “i don’t know if you know but, I’ve been working out, so as a warning, let me go know, and I’ll forgive your shenanigans against my person, deal? I wouldn’t want to have to hurt a girl.” He said. This guy was sad. Like he really thought bro. You freed him and pushed him in front of you, almost making him trip.

“Oh really? I’d like to see you try, presi. You need to warm up if you’re working out so hard. Maybe practicing with a ‘little girl’ will help. Come at me, C’mon.” You dared him, and you could hear some of his stupid ass friends that you’ve bothered before encourage him. Peer pressured and nervous shitless, he weakly tried to swing your way, but missed miserably, making you laugh. This hurt his ego, making him get angrier, and a decent slap across your face resonated in the room, surprising everybody in the room, including him and you.

For a second, Aeri almost jumped and beat the shit outta him herself, but you were faster. A single punch to his face got the guy falling to his knees. You didn’t think you hit him so hard. Until he looked up and you noticed how much blood was pouring from his nose. In that moment you panicked. Everybody seemed even more surprised now, and two of his friends rushed him back to his feet, checking on him.

“I think she broke his nose, damn. We need to go to the nurse’s office” a tall guy said, trying to clean some of the blood.

“That’s embarrassing, dude” a girl whispered to him as the three of them hurried out of the classroom.

Aeri was staring at you, speechless of what just happened. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but you could read one emotion in her eyes: disappointment.

“Ok we need to fucking talk, y/l/n” Aeri stated, starting to walk outside the room and expecting you to follow her, which of course you did.

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“What the fuck, y/n. You didn’t need to do all that” Aeri started once she was in front of you. Her tone serious, more than other times. You could feel the shivers going down your back but you ignored them, stronger feelings dominating your mind at the moment.

“Didn’t you see what he did?! He hit me on the face first. And why do you care so much about him? He’s just some guy!” You responded, your tone hard and careless about who heard your conversation. Some students on the distance heard you and if they didn’t know better, they would assume it was a couple arguing. Aeri looked at them with those eyes that say “get lost, now.” And watched them run away from the scene.

“Lower your fucking voice.” she threatened calmly “Nothing’s about him, even though I can’t believe you really sent him to the nurse’s office. It’s about my club. I told you, when he’s not around it takes longer for everything to get done. *I* have to take care of a lot of stuff whenever he’s not there. And it’s hard! He takes care of a lot of important stuff you know?”

“It surely does sound like it’s about him” you argued, looking somewhere else while you crossed your arms in front of you. You didn’t like how the conversation was being about that loser. She didn’t even ask you if the slap hurt or if you were ok.

“It’s about my academic work, and that’s something I’m not letting you fuck around with, y/l/n, ok?”

“You’re not the boss of me, Aeri, I can do whatever I want, don’t fuckin forget that” you said as you walked to her. Aeri wasn’t having none of your nonchalant-bitchy act.

“Oh my god, I fucking hate you. You’re such a pain the ass.” she said in between teeth as she grabbed your shirt’s collar, trying not to punch you already. Any other day her words wouldn’t have had affected you, but today you weren’t having it. You felt tired of feeling so unimportant to her compared to other people around her.

“Yeah? Plot twist, baby. I fucking hate you too” you said, while harshly freeing yourself from her hold. “Since the moment you came here, since the moment I met you, my days have been nothing but misery. You are insufferable in levels I can’t even comprehend. I’m tired of wasting my time on you, shit would be better if I never met you, Uchinaga.”

Aeri didn’t expect you to say all that. Your words seemed to have genuinely hit her harder than any punch or kick or slap you guys had given each other. She didn’t have any come back. She just stared at you. Her big eyes were shining, and you swore tears were starting to appear on them. And for the first time, you felt regret for the words you said to her. Regret for hurting her. But you couldn’t take it back. Your breathing was heavy, as you stood in front of her, waiting for a reaction.

“If you’re so tired, I’ll stay away. If you really don’t wanna deal with my shit then I’ll leave you alone.” She said, and started to walk back to the classroom. You followed her, trying to stop her, grabbing her by the wrist. But she didn’t let you touch her.

“Aeri, wait.” You said, almost sounding like you were gonna beg her “I don’t know where that came from. Wait, c’mon don’t leave, don’t be like that”

“No I’m sure you know where it came from, you sounded very genuine. I’ll leave you alone, y/n. But you do it too.” And like that, she entered the room. You tried opening the door, but it was locked. You knocked hard, but there was no use and you knew it. You sighed, and decided to just go home.

“What the fuck. Fucking dumbass.” You told yourself as you walked.

“I didn’t even do anything!” You heard from a guy who had his head inside his locker.

“Fuck off, Mark! This is a private conversation!”

“With… yourself?”

“Yes mf, with myself!”

Aeri and you didn’t talk much after that fight. Neither of you understood your own feelings, let alone each other’s actions. You could’ve, if you just talked. But healthy communication wasn’t something you guys had. That’s the type of things couples do, and you weren’t there.

Aeri was in her room, sitting in front of her desk as multiple books and papers spread open on top of it. She was trying to study, trying yet again to get you out of her mind. But it seemed to be a much harder challenge than she expected, specially when you two still had a project together to finish. Notes with your handwriting were in front of her, and she’d reread them over and over again. Every time her phone made a sound, her heart jumped, hoping that it was a message from you. After these happened several times, she decided to mute her phone. But it was worse, ‘cause now she was checking it every couple of seconds, to see if there was any notification. But nothing. Not one word from you. She was starting to get so upset. Not at you, but at herself. she couldn’t believe she was missing an asshole like you.

“Why am I so attached to you?” She asked out loud, as she looked at her lock-screen: a picture of you that you took the time you snatched her phone to fill her phone with selfies. “You drive me crazy” she continued, as her finger softly toyed with the edge of the phone. She stared at your picture for a while. “I can’t believe your stupid ass got me missing you. You out of anybody I could be feeling whatever this shit is for”. Aeri sighed and closed her books , deciding that she’s had enough for today and needed some sleep.

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You felt guilty.

You were tired of being angry. You were tired of that rage. It was never supposed to get to this point. You knew you were an asshole. I mean, you went around being annoying and bullying people. But it never got to the point of sending somebody to the nurses office. You always just tried to have fun teasing some losers! You never meant to cause that guy such harm, and you never meant to say all those things to Aeri. You guys have literally beaten each other’s asses. Insulted each other with some mean ass names several times. Yet, it felt like the first time you crossed the line.

When you saw her eyes, and how genuinely hurt they looked, it did something to you. It reached your heart. “God fucking damn it. Whyyy?!” You said out loud, frustrated while fidgeting with a little football pillow that Ryujin gave you for your birthday as you sit next to your window “Why her?! If I was gonna be stupid and care about somebody, why couldn’t it be anybody else? Some nice popular guy or something like that. Now I’m here like an idiot feeling sad about insulting a nerdy bitch who literally bullies me.”

You fucked up and you knew it. You had to do something. That was more than clear. Distracting yourself was useless. You did anything you could; watched any movie, tried doing your homework (and giving up after 2 minutes), FaceTimed your friends (and telling them you were tired and were going to sleep after 5 minutes), you even thought about contacting some random person and see where that goes but, you discarded that idea right away. There was no use. You wanted Aeri. And Aeri only. And it wasn’t gonna get better the more you waited.

You knew having this bully in your life was hard, but not having her? It was truly insufferable. It was impossible to deal with. Within what was right between you guys, you needed to make things right again.

You needed to apologize.

“Oh I’m gonna throw up.” You said, rushing to the bathroom while covering your mouth.

The next day, you tried to avoid seeing Aeri during the whole day, succeeding for the first time. It seemed she wasn’t very interested in finding you either. You even missed the class you shared with her that day, finding a quiet spot to think about what you were gonna say. You needed to give a good apology, one that would let her know you were truly sorry about what you said and that you didn’t mean those words at all. At the end of the day, though, you knew you were gonna have to improvise because your feelings were a mess. And they could only get back in place once you had those pretty eyes in front of you once again.

“Ea, that was such a cheesy thought, you know?” You said to yourself, shaking your head at that thought.

Once you heard the bell that indicated classes were over, you rushed to Aeri’s locker. Thankfully, you were able to catch the girl before she left.

“Hey!” You called, getting next to her.

She clearly seemed surprised to see you, maybe even a bit happy and hopeful, but she quickly composed herself not wanting to show you any feeling besides disinterest and even a bit of disgust. So, the Japanese girl fixed her glasses and just continued getting her stuff from her locker, without even acknowledging your presence.

“C’mon, don’t play the ‘pretending I don’t exist’ game, I come in peace. I really need to talk to you” you started, a calm tone in your voice.

“Are you going to apologize to the guy?” She questioned, crossing her arms in front of her and impatiently tapping the floor with her foot. You had one chance to answer correctly.

“What?” You sounded confused, “No, who gives a shit about t-“ and there you went answering like shit.

“That’s everything I needed to hear. Bye” she said, closing her locker and starting to walk away.

“Aeri wait a minute, c’mon” you started walking, following her from behind.

“Fuck off, y/n. I have a meeting. Now *I* have to lead both clubs until Roger’s nose gets better because he looks so stupid breathing through his mouth that the other members aren’t taking him seriously” she answered clearly frustrated, not stopping and not even looking back.

“Just listen to me, please. I’m sorry” you asked in such a soft tone that she couldn’t ignore. Aeri stopped abruptly, thinking this school finally gave her early dementia ‘cause no way you said sorry.

“What?” She asked as she turned back to face you. Seems like you were on the right path, but she still looked like she didn’t trust you, so you continued.

“I’m sorry about the way I acted. I know I shouldn’t have done what I did to him, specially after I said I would leave him alone. I know your club is important to you, and I know we’re always making each other’s life harder and messing with each other. And that’s fun! But I’m not one to be breaking promises when I did give my word. Or to mess with stuff that is truly important for people who are important to me.”

“I’m important to her?” Aeri thought, slowly processing how you were opening up to her like this, her heart beating faster every second.

“The truth is, I miss you. Every time you leave me, I don't know what to do” You continued, just letting your feelings flow through your words, as much as your heart allowed it “I just can't stop wanting you. I don't know what else to say but please, forgive me.”

Aeri didn’t know how to respond to all this. She honestly never thought you’d apologize to anybody, let alone to her. It took her a couple minutes of consideration to decide whether she’d forgive you this soon. But fuck. She missed you too, and she didn’t know what to do without you around to mess with her, in every way you knew how to.

“Fine” you heard her say as you looked at your shoes, honestly expecting her to just leave or worse, humiliate you about opening up like that.

“Fine?” You said looking up fast, not believing your ears. “So.. you forgive me?” You asked, a clearly tone of hope in your voice.

“Yes, dumbass. I forgive you.” The Japanese girl said, almost giggling at your childish (and cute) expression. Your smile and your shiny eyes making you look so cute and excited “but you gotta apologize to Roger too”

“Oh that’s his name?” You said, realizing you never even cared to know his name or anything about him at all lol

“Yes, y/n. That’s his name.”

“Damn, crazy how little I cared about that…” you murmured and Aeri clicked her tongue, starting to walk away. But you quickly stopped her grabbing her by the wrist “ok ok I’m sorry! that apology’s something I’ll consider how to do later, ok?” You told her, and she sighed, knowing that was as much as she could get outta you “now, how do I know you Foreal forgive me?” You asked, still a bit unsure of everything.

“Well I’m still here talking to you, instead of making you walk around campus butt ass naked with words like ‘pathetic, loser, simp, bully’ etc. written all over your body. Which maybe I should, actually…” she answered, looking at the ceiling and her face showing a thinking expression as if she was seriously considering this option, which she probably was.

“Hmm… how about one of these?” You offered, as you opened your arms, trying your best not to show how nervous you were of showing this affectionate side that she’s never seen. It caught her off guard making her just stare at you, a concerned and unsure look on her face, but she couldn’t keep those walls up in that moment. She missed feeling you. So she buried her face on your neck as she let you wrap her in your arms, hugging you by your shoulders.

“You’re so annoying, you know ?” She told you, and you could feel her lips against your skin. You giggled, and held her tighter by her waist.

“So are you, baby. So are you.” The petname made her face hotter than ever.

“Don’t think that because we’re hugging I’ll stop bullying you, you still deserve it”

“If it’s you, you can bully me all you want, Uchinaga” you told her, kissing the top of her head. You guys almost couldn’t recognize yourselves nor each other, processing this situation. Such a new sensation, but it ultimately warmed both of your hearts. It felt good. Really good. Even if it scared and confused you. You caressed her long dark hair, and she raised her head to look at you.

As you guys locked eyes, you gave her a mischievous smile and moved your eyebrows up and down, silently asking for something. Aeri rolled her eyes and smiled, just to finally give up and kiss you deeply. She really missed your lips. The feeling of you next to her. So she savored this moment as much as possible.

Suddenly you heard an exaggerated gasp behind you guys, making you separate yourself and turn your heads violently. There, your three friends and Aeri’s cousin were completely perplexed, mouth and eyes open as they stared at you. An intense silence took over the six of you, until

“I called it. I literally called it. Pay me, Rei!” Wonyoung said, a smile of ‘I told y’all so’ spreading through her face as she extended her hand to the younger Japanese girl, who just clicked her tongue and gave her some cash. What the heck lmao they bet on y’all.

“I can’t believe my eyes, cousin. You’re dating your own bully.. slash victim?” Rei questioned her, looking you up and down, making you feel weirdly shy ‘cause isn’t this kid somebody you used to tease?

“Yeah y/n/n, you’re Foreal dating your own bully?” Yujin asked you, still not believe what she just witnessed.

“No no no it’s not like that-“ you tried explaining but got cut off by your other friend.

“Are we even surprised I mean, these two are either always together or they disappear so much lately and at the same time, they probably go around fucking at every chance” Ryujin said, giggling at her words.

“How did you know that?” Aeri confronted, a frown on her face “did you tell them something, you idiot?!” She accused you, while hitting your arm. You put your hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t say anything to anybody!” You defended yourself, nervous at the accusations. Meanwhile, Ryujin’s expression changed from entertained to once again surprised.

“Wait- that’s what you guys actually do?!”

“No! It’s not like that.” Aeri tried lying, her brain rushing for some excuse.

“Yeah? Then what’s with that purple hickey right here, cousin?” Rei asked with a raised eyebrow as she pointed at a spot on Aeri’s neck.

“What?! Oh my god y/n I told you not to leave marks in visible places!” she said as she checked herself in her locker mirror, not finding anything.

“PFF you don’t have anything, She was just messing with you. But that reaction speaks for itself” Wonyoung said, looking up from the bills she had in her hand, trying to make Yujin stop trying to take them “babe back off, last warning”

“Haaa hahahaha” you heard Rei laugh while pointing at you guys’ red faces.

Aw man…

“Actually, it was me who called it, so that bet money should go to me” you heard your science teacher from behind your friends, sounding really proud of himself. How long has he been there??

“Well I ain’t giving you shit, mister Kim. I hope you know that.”

[halsteadlover]

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Female!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Reader is a nurse and while she’s on duty someone man from the or goes crazy because he wants to be threaded immediately and she tries to calm him down, but he loses his mind and with a pocket knife he has he accidentally hurts her cutting her on her face after which he’s escorted out by the security. Connor and reader are together and as soon as he hears about the incident, he run to her all worried. He cleans her wound.

• Warnings: brief mention of blood, wounds, use of knife, curse words, let me know if I missed something.

• Word count: 3453.

• A/N: it’s been a while since I post and I hate how this turned out bye, please have mercy on me, university is kicking my ass and I have to study for my last exams so I’m trying to write something between lunch break and during the evening. I know it’s not so good 😭 but beside that I missed you all so much, I hope you’re all aright ❤️

A sudden noise caught your attention, making you turn your head towards the entrance of the ER.

The morning seemed relatively quiet, there were patients in the waiting room, doctors and nurses doing their normal work.

You looked around before heading towards the waiting room where you had heard the commotion and noticed a man standing in the middle of the room, a pocket knife in his hand that he was waving vehemently. He was completely out of his mind.

“I want a doctor! Now!” He shouted while all the other terrified patients started running away..

“Sir, put that knife down! Right now!” exclaimed the security guard.

“I’m fucking sick! I want a doctor right now or I’ll kill you all!”

“Sir please,” you spoke in a calm and gentle tone, taking small steps towards him, your hands clearly visible to show him you weren’t a threat, that you wouldn’t do anything to him.

“Y/Ln please stay back, I’ll take care of this,” the guard spoke but you didn’t listen. You couldn’t just turn around and walk away as if nothing was happening.

“I’m a nurse,” you continued while keeping your gaze on the enraged man, “How about you put the knife down and I call a doctor right now? You could come with me to one of the rooms while a doctor comes to examine you.”

“Stay back you bitch! I want a doctor now!” he shouted even louder than before and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Despite your outward calm, your heart was pounding with fear, especially when the man continued to wave that knife around like it was a toy. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief as you saw the last patient had run away.

“Sir, can you tell me your name please?” You continued. “Do you have your medical records with you so we can take a look at it?”

He approached you in a threatening manner and you spontaneously took a few steps back before the guard stood in front of you to protect you.

“I just called the police, you have five minutes to leave or I will have you arrested immediately.”

At those words the man seemed to get even angrier, something you hadn’t even thought was possible. You let out a scream as the man threw himself on Dave – the guard – who was taken by surprise and got hit.

You only realized what had happened afterwards. Only when you saw Dave’s white uniform shirt turn red you realized he had been stabbed.

You didn’t know what was going through your mind at that moment. You only knew you wanted to get that man off of Dave.

You lunged at him, trying to grab the knife from his hand, which allowed the attacker to take his attention off Dave for a moment, though to your detriment, since it ended up on you.

You screamed as he fell on top of you. Your hands tried to keep his arm away from you but you couldn’t stop him from cutting your cheek.

It burned like a motherfucker but it wasn’t the time to think about the pain, not when that bastard was about to kill you.

“Hey! Get off her!” You heard voices shouting and mentally sighed in relief when you no longer felt his weight on your body. You immediately moved away from him, sliding further back on the floor as you sat up, only to see Will and other doctors and nurses holding the man down and injecting what you assumed was a sedative into his arm.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Y/n! Oh god are you okay?” Will asks immediately after walking over to you and helping you up.

You nodded. “Dave… He was stabbed…”

“They already brought him in. He’s on his way to the OR.”

You looked over to where the guard had been lying and only then you realized he was indeed gone. When had they taken him away?

“Are you okay? You hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

Will’s eyes widened as he focused on your cheek. “Shit, you’re not fine. He cut your face.”

You touched your cheek and when you looked at your blood-stained fingertips, you remembered that he had actually hit you.

“It’s just a scratch, I’m fine.”

“Rhodes is going to lose his shit,” Will muttered in a low voice as he looked at your wound. “Come on, I’ll disinfect it. It doesn’t look deep enough to need stitches.”

But Will was right.

Connor really lost his shit.

After years it was no secret you two were together. Everyone knew how protective he was of you and this had often sparked jokes, pranks and teasing from your friends who did nothing but mock him for his overprotectiveness.

He was in the OR closing up a patient after a routine surgery when he heard the interns murmuring something.

“What are you whispering about?” He asked, not being able to make out what they were saying.

“Uhm…” One of them cleared their throat, “We heard there was an attack in the ER, a man with a knife went nuts.”

Connor’s eyes immediately snapped to them, the forceps and suture in his hand frozen, almost about to fall, and even though most of his face was obscured by his mask, his eyes quickly showed his emotions.

His first thought was you.

He knew you were on duty that morning and he couldn’t help but let his nerves heat up.

“Was anyone hurt?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and his hands steady as he finished stitching up the patient. There was no need to freak out. You were fine, if anything happened someone would’ve called him.

“I don’t know how many people, I just heard that a security guard was injured but they’re already treating him, he should be in surgery right now.”

Connor nodded, his throat tight as he concentrated on finishing the surgery. He tried to keep his focus solely on the patient because even though the surgery was almost over, the patient deserved nothing less than one hundred percent of his attention. He couldn’t afford to be distracted since complications were always around the corner.

“Someone page Nurse Y/Ln,” he ordered, his eyes on the patient as he stitched even though his mind was racing. He needed to hear your voice, to know you were really fine.

No one answered and there was a moment of silence. It was only a moment but to him it felt like an eternity.

“Now!” He raised his voice, letting the anger, worry, and crippling anxiety he was feeling shine through.

“Dr. Rhodes, we already tried to page her but she’s not answering,” a nurse said fearfully, terrified of his reaction.

“Fuck,” he cursed through gritted teeth. “Someone go find her then instead of standing there like idiots!”

Everyone exchanged a look and the intern who had spoken earlier immediately left the OR, running towards the emergency room. The entire hospital knew how much he doted on you, how he lived for you only, how much he loved you, how crazy he was for you, so they were all holding their breath while waiting for some kind of update.

Silence reigned in the OR, Connor didn’t bother to show the residents what he was doing, he just kept stitching the patient.

His voice was flat, almost like a robot, his hands was steady, his back straight, but only he knew how anxiety was twisting his stomach almost making him threw up. “Keep page her, I want to know where the hell my fiancée is!” was all he exclaimed.

“Nothing yet, doctor.”

“Dr. Blake went to check and he’ll be here shortly, but just take a breath, everything will be fine,” a nurse allowed herself to say and he looked up to glare at her.

“That’s my fiancée we’re talking about, my future wife, it’ll be fine only when I hear from her,” he spat venomously and she nodded – not wanting to contradict him when he wasn’t thinking clearly – before he turned his attention back to the patient.

He hated this situation.

He wasn’t giving his full attention to the surgery and he hated that.

Please god let her be okay.

Only five minutes had passed since the intern had left but to him it seemed like years went by and only when he saw him return he momentarily breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone’s faces were covered by masks but Connor only had to look into the intern’s eyes, even if only for a couple of seconds, to understand the news weren’t as good as he had hoped. He knew that look, he had used it hundreds of thousands of times to communicate unpleasant news to the patient’ families.

“Where is she?” he asked abruptly, alternating his gaze between the intern and the patient.

“She’s fine sir, doctor... She...” he paused briefly and sighed, “She was slightly hurt, but she’s fine, I swear she’s fine... She’s alert and only has a small wound. She asked me to tell you to stay calm and just focus on the surgery…”

But Connor didn’t hear anything that resident said except those three words.

She was hurt.

You had been hurt.

“Fucking hell.”

“The attacker has been sedated and handcuffed to the bed and they’re waiting for the cops,” he continued, trying somehow to reassure Connor. “Dr. Rhodes, seriously, it’s just a small graze I saw it and she’s fine you understand? She’s fine.”

He didn’t answer.

He was silent for the rest of the surgery, not saying a single word.

But as soon as he was out of the OR, Connor literally flew to the emergency room, his cap still in his hand.

He needed to see you, he needed to know you were actually fine.

“April, where’s Y/n?” he asked as soon as he got to the nurses' station.

“She’s okay, Dr. Rhodes...”

“Where the hell is my fiancée?!” He cut her off abruptly, raising his voice and not even letting her finish her sentence. He didn’t mean to be rude but he was out of his mind in that moment and didn’t care about anything or anyone that weren’t you.

She pointed to trauma room one and he ran there before she could say or do anything else. He jerked the closed curtain open and his heart stopped when he saw you sitting on the bed.

“Baby…” he breathed out as if he had taken a breath of oxygen for the first time after hours when he realized – even if it took him too many endless seconds in his opinion – that you were actually fine, you were awake, alert and looking at him with a scared expression.

“Connor, baby, I’m…” you started but it was as if he was in a state of shock. Connor seemed to have realized that Will was there only after endless moments and that he was taking care of the wound on your face.

“Will, I’ll take care of it now, thanks,” he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours. Will nodded, realizing it was time to leave the two of you alone, and tossed away the gauze he was using to clean your wound before leaving the room, closing the curtain again.

“Baby I swear I’m fine, it’s just a little scratch…”

He came closer and before he could say something his arms were already around your body and he was holding you close to his chest. He hugged you so tightly as if it was the first time in years that he saw you again.

He felt your arms return his hug, rest on his back and caress him gently and it was only then that he had finally regained some sense.

You were fine, you were really fine.

You were hugging him.

But he was about to collapse on the ground, his legs feeling like jelly.

“Who did this to you?” he whispered while his lips print kisses at the top of your head, deeply inhaling the scent of your shampoo as if it was oxygen and he had been deprived of it.

“I don’t know who that man was. He just… He really was out of his mind, he wanted immediate care and he wouldn’t listen to anyone. Everyone run away. We tried to calm him down but he had a knife… Dave was hurt…” you finished the last sentence with a sob, bursting into tears there in Connor’s arms, your lifeline and right that second, as he held you, you knew everything would be alright.

“Where is he? I’ll kill that son of a bitch with my own hands,” he furiously retorted and started to move away from you but you held him back by his uniform. “No, no, no please baby… Please don’t leave me, stay here with me.”

You looked at him with those big eyes of yours, filled with tears, a destroyed expression on your face and Connor held you again, squeezing his eyes closed in an attempt to stay calm and not go crazy.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you okay? I’m here with you. It’s okay my love, you’re okay, Dave also will be okay too,” he kept whispering as you cried in his arms.

“I was so… I was so scared…”

His heart tightened with pain as he heard your voice broken by tears. Very few other times in his life he had been so angry and all of those the times were about his father or something that had happened to you.

“I know baby but it’s over, you’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you again you hear me? You’re safe,” he kept whispering, trying to keep a sweet and calm tone even though he was shaking so much he was about to have a seizure.

He couldn’t even imagine what you felt in those moments, how scared you felt but despite this tried to stop the attacker. He hated knowing all this was happening a few steps away from him, he hated he hadn’t been there to protect you.

God only knew how he would’ve killed anyone on this planet just to prevent a single scratch from scarring you.

He pulled away from the hug and literally felt his stomach twist on itself when he saw the cut on your cheek. He stroked your hair gently, trying to calm you down.

“You were so good and so brave, I’m so proud of you baby you know that right?” He kissed your forehead, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked into your tear-filled eyes.

You nodded.

“But I’d rather you let someone else with experience do this job okay? I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, please promise me.”

“I promise.”

He kissed your forehead again, his eyes closed for a moment and stayed in that position for a while as if trying to convince himself it wasn’t just a dream.

“Now, let me take care of your wound is it okay?” He continued and you nodded. He disinfected his hands and put on some gloves.

He tried to stop his fingers from shaking but he couldn’t, he tried to convince himself it was over but he just couldn’t. It was as if his mind couldn’t really thinking about anything that wasn’t the fact he really risked to lose you, that you might’ve been in Dave’s place, that son of a bitch might’ve taken away from him.

He took a deep breath, turning his back to you so as not to make you worry even more than you already were.

Connor approached you again and gently took your face in one hand, turning your head slightly so he could observe the wound. Luckily it wasn’t deep, it didn’t even need stitches, but that didn’t make him feel any better. It was just a reminder he wasn’t there to protect you.

“It’s going to sting a little.”

“I know baby, don’t worry.”

He could feel your eyes on him as he tried to stay focused and disinfect your cheek, but he didn’t look back, he knew he’d break down and you didn’t need that after what you went through.

His free hand rested on your healthy cheek as he drew imaginary circles on your skin, completely involuntarily.

“Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re shaking,” you whispered.

He let out a small sigh before sightly stepping away and turning his back to you. His fingers were shaking and he felt terribly guilty for being the one to have that reaction, because you were the one in that horrible situation, you were the one who had faced that crazy guy and you were the one who got hurt.

But he was the one who was at risk of losing you and the thought of it took the air from his lungs, it made him unable to breathe.

Was it dramatic? Probably yes. But he didn’t care. Knowing something had happened to you was destroying him.

“Baby, hey, talk to me.”

Your sweet and gentle tone made his eyes fill with tears, but he didn’t want to cry, not right there in front of you. He felt your fingers curl around his, as if to encourage him to turn towards you again.

“C’mon, look at me,” you spoke again when he continued to pretend to look and analyze your wound.

He then met your eyes, full of concern, and he couldn’t hold back any longer, letting a tear escape down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be the one crying,” he tried to ease the tension. His heart exploded when you smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that had escaped with your thumb.

“Look at me carefully, okay?” You urged. “I’m fine, love, nothing happened…”

“I know, I know,” he smiled through silent tears, “But it literally hurts my heart to know you are in danger, even if it’s just for a second. God baby, you really don’t understand how much my existence depends on you, how much I would give my life just for you to be safe. I would die if anything happened to you and…” He sniffed. “T-the fact I wasn’t there to help you and protect you… It makes me feel so sick I can’t breathe.” He put a hand on his chest, right there where it hurt so bad. You put your hand on his as the other one continued to wipe away his tears. “I was so fucking scared.”

In response you tugged at the collar of his uniform and kissed him, both of you tasting the saltiness of your tears. “I love you so much Connor, god, I love you so fucking much. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you whispered against his lips and he kissed you again till both of you couldn’t breathe, before pulling away and hugging you again.

“I love you so much more.” Connor rested his cheek at the top of your head as he held you, constantly leaving kisses on your hair and being especially careful not to touch your bruised cheek. “I swear, I will lock you in a cellar and throw away the key for all the heart attacks you give me. How the hell do you always end up in these situations?”

You let out a small laugh, relieved that he had calmed down. “Faults of being an ER nurse, you always meet crazy people.”

“Well I’ll ask to change your department. How about gynecology? Oh wait, dermatology is even better.”

You pulled away from him, tilting your head slightly so you could look him in the face. “I know you would never do that.”

He sighed, stroking your hair and drying the tears on your face. “No, but locking yourself in a cellar? Absolutely, I can’t die of a heart attack before I’m forty.”

“Look at you Dr. Rhodes, so worried about your fiancée.”

He gave you a fake glare. “I don’t play about you baby, I think I scared the crap out of the surgical team, they probably think I’m batshit crazy now. Worrying about you is an understatement.”

You giggle, imagining the way he was barking orders and shouting in the OR. “You’re really the best thing that has ever happened to me you know that right? I’m so glad I can always count on you.”

“Always baby, I’m always with you.” He smiled softly before kissing the tip of you nose. “How about we put a band-aid on this so we can get out of here?” He then kissed your forehead and you smiled again.

“Get out of here? But our shift isn’t over yet.”

“I’m sure Goodwin will understand the circumstances, I have no other scheduled surgeries and if they need a surgeon, Dr. Latham is available. I just want to go home and hold you until you’re out of breath. Plus you’re still shaking and I want you to rest.”

You slightly smiled again and nodded, without even thinking about it twice. “I’m in, Dr. Rhodes.”

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[thenickgirl]

LIGHT SHOWER

bf!nick x male!reader

summary: in which reader and nick have a little fun in the shower

type: oneshot ✩ genre: smut ✩ pov: 2nd person ✩ word count: 1.5k

warnings: halfway proofread, use of y/n, use of pet names, swearing, rimming, fingering, oral and anal sex, choking, overstimulation, some degradation if you squint, bottom!nick x top!reader

a/n: good evening whores (affectionate)! it’s been ages since my last fic, and i am so sorry for that. my health wasn’t up to par so my motivation plummeted, but i’m better and i’m ready to start back writing again. idk if this will hit like my first fic, but i hope you like it. happy reading! ✩

“I missed you so much.” You mumble as you hug your boyfriend’s waist tightly, your head buried in his neck. Nick had just arrived back home from visiting his family in Boston for almost a month.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” He teases, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Never leave me for that long again,” you pout.

“Oh you big baby,” Nick laughs before gasping as you lift him up by his thighs, and he instantly secures himself by hooking his legs around your waist.

“Y/n, if you drop me, motherfucker-“

“When have I ever dropped you, my love?” you cut him off as you walk towards the stairs, carrying him up to your shared bedroom. You gently place the brunette down on the bed, hovering over him as you kiss his lips softly.

“I definitely missed that,” Nick blushes, pecking your lips again before pushing you off of him and sitting up.

“So how was the flight from Boston?” you ask as you sit up next to him.

“Fucking awful, so many things happened. First, I need a long hot shower,” he says standing up, and walking towards the dresser drawer to get a night shirt and boxers.

“Mind if I join you, baby?” you ask, raising your eyebrow playfully.

Nick whips his head around to look at you, biting his lip, “I would love that actually.”

—

“Thank you for washing my hair, I knew having a tall boyfriend would come in handy one day.” He chuckles as you wash the conditioner from his hair.

“I knew you were taking advantage of me,” you utter, pretending to be hurt.

“Oh shut up,” he hits you playfully before wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you close.

“I really missed you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Yeah?” you smile, your arms snaking around his waist.

“Mhm,” Nick hums before connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

Your mouths move together hungrily as your hands trail down to his bare ass, squeezing roughly and he gasps, giving you access to slide your tongue into his mouth, causing him to moan. After a few minutes, the brunette pulls away, his soft lips trail down to your neck, sucking and biting at your skin, and you tilt your head giving him more access. He leaves marks on your neck, and you bite your lip at the feeling. He continues to move further down, kissing along your chest, his tongue drawing circles around your nipples.

“Fuck Nick..,” you whisper breathlessly.

He kisses his way down your stomach as he gets on his knees, his large hands on your thighs as his icy blue eyes stare into yours. Without breaking eye contact, he grabs your semi hard cock in his hand, stroking you slowly.

You groan at the feeling, locking eyes with the brunette on his knees for you. Nick sticks his tongue out, licking around your tip painfully slow.

“Don’t fucking tease,” you growl and he smirks, before wrapping his plump lips around you.

His warm tongue swirls around your length as he sucks on your tip. He takes you into his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth, and your eyes roll back. Continuing his movements, he takes more of you into his mouth, and your hand finds its way into his hair. You pull on his strands, bucking your hips into his mouth. He moans when he feels your tip hitting the back of his throat.

“Shit baby, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” you praise him, pushing his head down further and he gags around you.

You grab his face pulling him up before kissing him roughly. You push him up against the cold shower wall, and he moans in your mouth. You pull away from the kiss, his bottom lip between your teeth until it snaps back into place.

“Turn around, let me see that cute little ass of yours,” you demand, smirking. Nick grins before turning around, bending over slightly, his ass brushing against your cock.

“Always a fucking tease,” you say slapping his ass and he yelps.

Lowering down to your knees, you spread his cheeks before circling your tongue around his hole. Nick bites his lip, whimpering softly. You kiss and lick at his entrance, before sliding your tongue inside.

“Mm fuck yes,” he moans out.

Nick bends over more, pushing his ass against your face as your tongue laps at his hole over and over. You smack his ass cheek as you continue eating him out.

After a few minutes you pull away, carefully sliding two fingers inside of him. He groans as your fingers pump in and out. Your fingers move faster inside of him, curling and brushing against his sweet spot.

“Oh my goddd, fuck, I need you please,” he begs desperately. You spread your fingers, scissoring them to open him up more.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you senseless, pretty boy?” you tease as you pull your fingers away, standing up and pressing your leaking cock against him.

“Yes please, I want it so bad,” Nick pleads, wanting nothing more than you deep inside of him.

Stroking yourself slowly, you take your length and line it up with his hole before carefully sliding into him. You let out a deep groan, it had been so long since you felt him around you.

“So fucking tight baby,” you whisper as you begin thrusting into him.

Nick moans, and the sound alone could make you cum right then and there. Grabbing his hips, you pick up the pace, your bodies moving perfectly together.

“Fuck y/n, mmph feels so good,” your boyfriend’s moans and whimpers bounce around the shower walls.

“Yeah, you like getting fucked like this, don’t you? My pretty little slut,” you growl in his ear and he only whimpers in response.

“I asked you a question,” you growl, grabbing him by his throat from behind, as you fuck up into him deeper.

“Yes, yes fuck, I love it, I love your cock so much,” he cries out, his eyes rolling back as you hit his prostate repeatedly.

“Good boy, such a good little slut for me,” you praise as you continue fucking him senseless.

“Right there, right there. Please don’t stop, I'm so close,” the brunette moans your name over and over. You take his length in your hand and start stroking him slowly.

“Oh ohh god, I’m cumming” he groans as his cum hits the glass shower wall. Your hand continues to move on his length, milking every drop, and his body shudders.

“S-so sensitive, please I can't,” he whines.

Pulling out of him, you turn him around to face you and you lift him up and against the wall by his thighs.

“Be a good boy and give me one more, yeah?” you say, lining yourself with his hole again and he nods in response.

You press your lips against his hungrily as you slide into him again, your mouths moving together sloppily. Nick moans into your mouth as you slam into him, your large hands gripping his thighs roughly. You break the kiss to nip at his neck, leaving marks for you to fight about later.

“Y/n…” he says breathlessly as you fuck him slow and deep, his legs wrap around your waist drawing you closer.

“I know baby, I know,” you moan softly, moving faster as his back arches.

“Ohh oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again. Please don’t stop,” he pants as he strokes his length, feeling the knot in his stomach about to come undone.

“Shit baby, make a mess all over me,” you groan, hitting his sweet spot again and again as you feel your own high approaching. He cums over you both as you cum inside of him. You hold each other as you both come down from your high.

“I really, really fucking missed that,” Nick says, and you both chuckle.

You set him back on his feet, placing your hands on his waist when he stumbles a bit. Taking the soap and your respective wash cloths, you clean each other up, stopping periodically to share kisses. After you are both clean and ready to get out, you dry off and head to your bedroom to get dressed into something comfortable.

Nick sighs as he lays back on the bed. “I think you wore me out,” he says, and you chuckle as you plop down next to him.

“Well let’s just order food, and then you can tell me all about your crazy airport stories,” you suggest, grabbing your phone.

“Yes, I’m starving, but god please no In n Out,” he lets out a disgusted groan.

“Whatever you want, pretty.” you chuckle.

“I’m so happy to be back,” he hums, rolling on to his side to wrap his arms around you. You smile sweetly, kissing the top of his head.

“Me too”

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[tortillamastersblog]

Back To You - Part 13 | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, blood, injuries, and swearing

Summary: When Sam left after turning eighteen, you were devastated. You’d been in love with her since you were kids and her leaving meant you never got to tell her how you truly felt.

Fast forward a couple of years, Tara gets attacked and Sam returns. . .

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Sam and I burst into the living room just as Quinn, covered in blood, stumbles out of her room and right into Anika who screams when she realizes the redhead is covered in blood.

“Run!” Chad shouts as Ghostface appears in the doorway of Quinn’s room. He grabs Tara’s hand and pulls her out of the apartment.

“Guys, come on!” Tara shouts over her shoulder, but before anyone can follow them, Ghostface lunges forward, blocking our path.

He swings his knife at Mindy and cuts her arm, making her cry out in pain.

“Mindy!” Anika sits up, shoving Quinn’s body off of her, only to be pinned down again by Ghostface the next second when he wraps his hand around her throat.

He pulls her to her feet and spins around, pressing her up against the wall before stabbing her in the stomach.

She screams and I see red, jumping into action before he can do anything else.

“Piece of shit!” I grunt and wrap my arms around him from behind, pulling him away from Anika and body slamming him into the ground before he even realizes what’s happening.

Yeah, take that, motherfucker.

Mindy instantly rushes to her girlfriend’s side and presses her hand against her stomach. The wound isn’t too bad, but something vital still could have been hit.

Ghostface coughs and reaches for his knife on the floor next to us, but I kick it out of reach and jump to my feet.

“Oh, no you don’t.”

He coughs again and I think, pathetic, but then it dawns on me that this is not the Ghostface form the bodega.

This one is weaker, and skinnier, too, but I don’t get the chance to dwell on it when Sam grabs my hand and pulls me into Quinn’s room after Mindy and Anika.

The front door is closed, so it’s safe to assume Tara and Chad won’t be able to come back in.

Good, at least they’re safe.

“Shit, are you hurt?” Sam asks frantically after locking the door. She runs her hands down my chest and over my stomach, looking for any injuries, but I just shake my head and grab her hands.

“No, I’m okay.” I press a chaste kiss to her forehead. “You?”

“I’m fine.” She exhales shakily.

It’s eerily quiet in the living room and so far Ghostface hasn’t tried to break down the door I’m leaning against.

Did I really do that big of a number on him?

“Guys. . .” Mindy’s alarmed whisper, as well as as the sound of something clattering somewhere in the apartment answers my question.

He’s going to come in through the Jack and Jill bathroom connecting Quinn’s and Tara’s room.

Shit. So he’s familiar with the apartment. . .

“The bathroom door!” Sam whisper-yells and we get to the door just in time to see Ghostface bursting into the bathroom through Tara’s room.

I try not to focus too much on the dead body of Quinn’s latest boytoy in the shower, and slam the door shut, pressing my back against it.

Not even a second later, Ghostface throws his body against it from the other side, but I dig my heels into the carpeted floor, preventing him from getting through.

He does it again, this time with more force and I grit my teeth when the force of it makes my neck hurt. I won’t be able to hold him back like this for long, but luckily Sam and Mindy have already jumped into action to help me.

They push a heavy dresser toward me while Ghostace repeatedly throws himself against the door, until, somehow, they manage to barricade the door with it.

Great, what now?

This won’t hold him off for long even though all three of us are now pushing against the dresser, keeping it in place while Ghostface tries to get to us.

Anika is backed into a far corner with wide eyes and her hand pressed against her stomach.

“Sam!”

A muffled shout makes all our heads snap to the window. Hanging out of his own window, waving frantically to get our attention is Danny.

Sam and I share a quick look before I nudge her in the direction of the window.

She opens it and I try to refocus on keeping Ghostface at bay with Mindy, but then she shouts, “Are you fucking kidding me?”, and I look back at her, my eyes widening when I see Danny pushing a ladder through his window, intent on bridging the gap between the two windows to give us a way out.

“You have a better idea?” he shouts and even though I don’t like that he and Sam used to be somewhat of a thing, I can’t help but be grateful that he’s helping us now.

Sam looks torn, but there’s no other way out. “Fuck. No. Okay, okay!”

She grabs the ladder as soon as it’s within reach and places it on the windowsill with shaking hands.

“Good. Now, come on!” Danny says, but instead of climbing through the window, Sam steps back and shakes her head.

“No, you go first, Anika,” she says, turning to the injured girl.

Ghostface lands a particular hard kick on the door, making Mindy and I wince. A stinging pain shoots down my spine, but I keep pushing against the dresser.

He’s not getting through until Sam, Mindy, and Anika are safe.

Anika whimpers, but hurries to Sam who helps her onto the ledge. She holds the ladder steady, Danny doing the same on the other side, and we all watch with bated breath as Anika makes her way across.

“I’ve got you,” Danny says as soon as she’s on the other side. He pulls her into his apartment and helps her settle against the wall before returning to the window. “Okay, next!”

“Mindy!” Sam shouts, and I have to nudge Mindy to get her to go.

“Go on, I’ll be—“ I groan when Ghosface kicks against the door again, “—fine!”

“Thank you.” She sounds like she’s on the verge of crying and rushes to the window.

She’s much faster than Anika and when she gets to the other side, I see her embrace Anika in a tight hug.

Good. They’re safe.

“Okay, now you, Sam!” I say through gritted teeth, my eyes widening slightly when I see that Ghosface somehow managed to stick his arm between the door and the doorframe.

“No,” Sam shakes her head adamantly and rushes over to help me push against the dresser. “I’m not leaving you behind again!”

For a moment, Ghostface stops and at first I think he might have given up, but then he slams into the door with such force, it makes both of us stumble forward.

“Fuck!” I cry out in pain, feeling like my spine just snapped in half with the force of the impact. “You’re not leaving me behind,” I say, quickly throwing myself back against the dresser. “I’m right behind you.”

“No.” Sam cries and tries to take my place against the dresser, but I shove her toward the window.

“Go, please! I promise, I’m right behind you!” I plead and when Sam sees the resolve in my eyes, she nods shakily and hurries to climb onto the ladder.

There’s no one on our side now to stabilize it, but Danny and Mindy have a good grip on it on the other side, so I’m not worried about anything happening to her as long as I can keep Ghostface at bay.

“Come on, Sam, you’ve got this,” Danny encourages her when she climbs onto the ladder.

She shakes and keeps looking down, but bit by bit she inches her way forward.

The ladder almost slips once, making my heart skip a beat, but in the end she makes it all the way across, unharmed.

She’s safe.

Relieved, I exhale, my body relaxing for a split second which is all it takes for Ghostface to knock me to my knees with one final shove against the door.

Sam screams. “Y/N!”

There’s no way I’m getting the dresser back in place to block the door, so it’s only a matter of seconds before Ghostface makes it into the room and I can either get on the ladder and hope to make it across before he gets to me, or fight him off until the police get here.

I debate the two options, and because my back hurts and I don’t see myself body slamming him again, I choose to go with the former of the two options.

I get to my feet and rush to the window, hearing Ghostface adamantly slamming the door against the dresser to create a big enough gap to slip into the room.

“Come on!” Mindy urges and I get onto the windowsill, ready to climb over the ladder.

Right before I can make my first move though, Ghostface bursts into the room behind me.

“Shit!” I hiss.

“Y/N, come on!” Sam cries, slapping the side of the ladder, but I ignore her, glancing over my shoulder to see Ghostface tilting his head menacingly.

He knows there’s no time for me to get over the ladder before he gets to it, so I do the only thing that will guarantee he doesn’t get to the others.

I take a hold of the ladder which makes Sam’s eyes light up with hope, but then I yank on it, making her lose her grip on it.

“Wha—No!” she screams when I shove the ladder over the ledge, watching it clatter against the dumpsters in the alley below us. “Y/N!”

Tears well in her eyes, and she looks at me with heartbreak all over her face, probably thinking I’m going to fight Ghostface again, but I have no intention of doing that.

All I do is kick him straight in the chest when he comes at me and climb back out onto the windowsill. I grit my teeth and shout, “Look out!” before pushing off the ledge and leaping toward the others without looking back.

I’m going to make it! I’m going to make it! Oh no. I’m not going to make it.

“Holy fuck! ” Mindy’s groan matches my own when I slam chest-first into the windowsill on the other side.

My ribs sting and my back throbs painfully, but there’s no time to focus on it since I’m a second away from plunging to my death.

I scramble for something to hold onto, my feet kicking against the brick wall in search for something to step on, but there’s nothing.

I can feel myself slipping, and my eyes widen in panic, but then Danny grabs onto my forearms and pulls me up and into the apartment.

I stumble forward, but Sam catches me and I wrap my arms around her trembling frame.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she whispers over and over again, curling her fingers into the fabric of my sweater.

“I’m okay,” I croak, feeling my knees shake from all the adrenaline cursing through me.

“You’re okay,” she repeats and I nod, dipping my head to give her a quick, reassuring kiss.

When I pull back, I catch Danny looking at us wistfully, but he doesn’t say anything and neither do Mindy and Anika who look surprised.

Ghostface is long gone in the other apartment, and I can just hope both Chad and Tara made it out safe.

“You saved my life,” Anika says quietly when I detach myself from Sam and guide her to lie on the floor. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I try my best to smile reassuringly and guide Mindy to press down on the wound on her stomach.

It’s not bleeding too much, but she’ll definitely need surgery and it’s best if she’s lying down until the paramedics get here in case she goes into shock.

“Police! Open up!” Someone bangs on Danny’s front door and he quickly excuses himself to go open it while I get back to my feet.

Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, the pain in my ribs and my back hits me like a train and I wince, steadying myself with a hand on the wall.

“What’s wrong?” Sam is by my side almost instantly and I want to lie and tell her everything’s fine, but we just got our feelings for each other out in the open, so I decide to be honest.

“My back,” I say quietly, closing my eyes briefly when a wave of pain washes over me. “A-And my ribs.”

She touches my cheek with a worried frown. “Your back?”

It’s pretty obvious why my ribs hurt, but my back. . .

I don’t know why it hurts as much as it does, so when Sam tugs on my sweater, mumbling, “Can I see?” I nod.

I turn around and let her push the sweater up, shivering slightly when her fingers brush against my bare skin.

“I can’t see anything,” she says and I have to force myself not to flinch when she runs her fingers down the scar over my spine.

I sigh. “It’s probably nothing.”

Sam hums in thought, and moves her hands to my stinging ribs. Her touch is cool and I don’t mind it as long as she doesn’t apply too much pressure.

I look down and follow her fingers with my eyes, cringing inwardly when I see the already forming bruises on my skin.

“Shit,” she whispers, her concerned brown eyes meeting mine again. “Do you think they’re broken?”

I place my hand over hers and shrug. “I don’t know, but it doesn’t really matter. Whether they’re broken or not, there’s nothing I can do except rest and let them heal.”

Sam nods and sighs, pulling my sweater back in place before snaking her arms around my neck and hugging me.

“I hate this,” she mumbles against my neck. “I don’t want anyone else to die. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. . . I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too.”

A moment later, Police swarm the apartment and paramedics hurry to Anika’s side, assessing her injury while Mindy and Danny stand back and watch.

“Sam?! Y/N?!”

Tara.

Sam and I separate right as Tara comes rushing in, Chad right behind her.

“Sprout.” I pull her into a hug and let out a breath of relief. “You okay?”

She nods. “You?”

“Yeah,” I lie. There’s no need for her to worry about me. I’ve got Sam for that now.

“Good.” She squeezes me before moving on to Sam who hugs her sister with watery eyes and a quivering chin.

Chad watches with a sorrowful smile and I can’t help but pull him to the side and give him a quick hug, too.

“Thank you for getting Tara out of the apartment,” I say quietly.

“Of course,” he mumbles and when we pull apart, I can’t help but nudge him playfully.

“You better treat her right.”

He blinks in surprise, but not even a second later his ears turn red. “W-What?”

I just shoot him a knowing look and pull him with me to re-join the others.

I don’t know how we got here, but I couldn’t care less. Gale’s couch is extremely comfortable and if it wasn’t for Kirby, Tara, Chad, and Sam talking about what happened I would’ve fallen asleep a long time ago.

After giving our initial statements to the police back at Danny’s apartment, we came across Gale who offered us a place to stay until the police are done securing and cleaning the crime scene.

I wanted to protest and say no, so did Sam, but we were all so tired and when Gale promised she wouldn’t write about it, we finally agreed.

Quinn didn’t make it, a fact that puts a dampener on all our moods, but it’s no surprise, and we’re all so focused on what’s going to happen next that we’re not grieving her just yet.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” Kirby says, making me open my eyes. “You guys stay put for the time being. Get some rest and don’t talk to anyone about what happened.“

There goes my plan of checking in with Liam. I don’t know if he’s home, or actually went to stay with a friend.

Kirby shares a couple more encouraging words before getting shown out by Gale, leaving Chad, Tara, Sam, Danny, and I alone in the living room.

Mindy is at the hospital with Anika, and Ethan is God knows where, probably in his dorm room playing video games or something.

At first, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Danny coming with us, but he did save our lives and his apartment is also part of the crime scene the police are still securing.

“Hey guys, is anyone hungry?” Brooks, Gale’s boyfriend asks when he emerges from the kitchen with a phone in hand. “I was going to order some pizza.”

He’s surprisingly calm about this whole situation, but I guess that’s probably because he knew what he was getting into when he started dating Gale.

A murmur of yes’s makes him smile softly before excusing himself to order.

“I’m getting something to drink.” Tara declares, getting to her feet and dragging Chad to his feet as well. “Anyone else want anything?”

I shake my head, but Danny and Sam agree to a water.

Danny turns on the TV and skips through the channels until he finds the news. Surprisingly nothing is being reported about what happened yet, but instead of turning the TV back off, he settles back in his armchair and watches the news.

“How’s your back?” Sam asks quietly after closing the distance between us and resting her head on my shoulder. She takes my hand and plays with my fingers and I let her, relishing in the way her touch grounds me.

“Better,” I reply honestly, resting my cheek against the top of her head.

She sighs. “Good.”

The paramedics checked me out earlier, but just like Sam they couldn’t find anything amiss with my back. They simply wrapped some bandages around my chest to cushion my ribs and told me to go see a doctor if my back continues hurting.

The news anchor on the TV is the only thing breaking the silence for the next couple of moments until Tara and Chad return from the kitchen.

They’re talking quietly, carrying various drinks and bottles, but then Tara’s eyes land on Sam and me and her jaw drops.

Sam doesn’t notice, but I do, and when Tara shoots me an incredulous, questioning look, I simply nod and smile softly.

It makes Tara’s eyes wide for a moment before a smirk takes over her face and I groan inwardly, knowing that a whole bunch of teasing is coming my way.

Not just yet though because we’re all too tired and shaken by what went down tonight.

I really need some sleep.

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Danny just sitting there in his armchair like 🧍‍♂️ hahahahha

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this part.

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[hai7ani]

Haitani Rindou is known to not be a very serious person.

There is nothing serious about him at all. He liaises with a bored look on his face, doesn't really attend executive meetings unless Mikey is there, and spends the rest of his days at his own club drowning in the girls, the music or the alcohol, and maybe letting off some steam by snatching away Sanzu's job.

But he is serious today. Angry, even.

The air is tense and it reeks of expensive European cologne when he steps one foot into the room. Briefcases filled with illegal substances welcomes his sight on the coffee table and tall stacks of cold, hard cash residing on his desk.

A man sits with one dirty shoe on his favourite British-imported sofa smoking a cigar, and Kokonoi Hajime on the opposite couch calm and collected.

There is also a girl crawling on all fours with a hot pink leash on her neck, tighter than a dog's collar.

Her skin glimmers under the dim lighting 一 with hints of blood that he could still recognise across her arms, but mostly with sweat. Her lips are pale, wobbly, and tears are pouring out of her sockets. Hurt and fear evident in her eyes.

She is you.

The dress that he got you 一 handpicked for you delicately 一 all ripped and torn and it barely clings onto your body anymore like it did all the time. You look like you're about to pass out anytime soon.

Haitani Rindou is filled with rage.

"Ah, Haitani! Just the man that I was looking for. Come, have a seat." The man invites with a huge menacing grin on his face, as he puts out the cigar on his expensive sofa.

It's my fucking office, you motherfucker.

Mario Ricci 一 he thinks it was, pauses counting the stacks of cash in his hands when Rindou does not move as he says. "Hmm?" He follows along his gaze which turns out to be stuck at you on the floor. His Italian accent is thick and heavy when he speaks, almost sounding like an ancient bard.

"I was passing through your halls and I saw this wonderful beauty standing right there, and I thought," he pauses, bending down slow to look at you.

"She'd be a perfect little mutt."

He tugs on the leash looped around his left hand, hard. His cologne fills up your nostrils from the distance and it is the only thing you can breathe in. More tears pool around your eyes as you cough 一 your throat is sore and the skin around it hurts. The buckle pushes hard against the side of your neck and he tugs another time.

"You wouldn't mind if I took this one home with me, yeah? You have plenty of sluts in your establishment already." There is a teasing glint in his eyes when he finally lets go, only to reach down and drag on your disheveled locks of hair.

He guides you like that 一 impatient and harsh 一 while you struggle with movement because you cannot look down at your hands, as you carefully crawl against the carpeted floor with your scalp red and painful.

You start sobbing again when he pulls away, and you lock eyes with the man that owns you, standing by the door.

There is fire in his eyes when he finally sees the picture that Mario painted for him. You're kneeling between his legs with two palms flat on the floor, catching your breath with uncontrollable drool dripping off your tongue.

Like a damn dog.

"God, she'd make a damn good slut. But I'm sure you already are during your time here, yeah, baby?" He taps on your cheek and swipes the drool away.

Your gaze is cloudy when you stare into Rindou's eyes. You're broken and battered. Your eyes no longer bright and shiny as when they used to admire him in the night, in his bed, when you'd draw your fingers along the lines and curves of his tattoos 一 they're filled with fear and you are so tired. You're shaking all around and you're so cold. You're a lot colder than what he's used to letting you feel. His fists tighten any more, deep in his pockets.

But he can still read you like an open book.

"This is a five million dollar deal." Kokonoi cuts in. "Can we be fucking serious? Just take the slut for free, Ricci. She's yours. We have more important things to talk about."

A quiet mewl escapes your throat when Mario grins, very satisfied with Kokonoi's words. You start to cry, begging, when he wraps a hand around your chin and bends down to give your cheek a wet kiss, disgustingly. You don't look away from Rindou the whole time.

Please don't give me away.

The sound of a gun clicking catches everyone's attention. You look him dead in the eye and he can hear you loud and clear.

"Fucking let her go."

Haitani Rindou isn't serious about a lot of things.

"Or I'll put a bullet through your throat and it'll be no deal for all of us."

But he is serious about you.

His own slut.

His favourite girl.

Sequel ⚕ Main masterlist

[hollyhomburg]

Prey Animals (Prolouge)

—  Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Bts x reader

—  Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia au, Polyamory au, Found family, Suspense, Eventual Smut, Enemies to friends to lovers, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt and Comfort,

—  Summary: In a world where Beta's are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

—  Words: 1.7k

—  Warnings: Violence, Blood, Murder, Implied spousal abuse, Implied sexual abuse, Angst

—  Check in after for my notes! —

Forward:

This is for you motherfucker. After this, no one will doubt what you did to me. No one will ever question what I went through again. You’re lucky I’m not out for revenge; you’re lucky I’m not coming for you. We both know how that would end.

I’m going to piss on your grave when you die.

I hope I’m your devil. If there is a Hell- I hope I get to punish you. From the bottom of my heart, Fuck you.

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(You, 121 days Before)

You stand in your living room watching the blood soak through the carpet. You don’t move at all, not a single fucking inch, because you don’t want to make it worse.

It’s the fancy kind of carpet, the kind that usually get hung in museums or auctioned off during estate sales. Made with silk and a fine edging that you’ve watched the cleaning lady brush through to keep it free of tangles. Such care and astute actions have been taken to maintain it.

You wonder if they’ll throw it out or just have it cleaned. You imagine her on her hands and knees, trying to get blood out of it.

At least the background is already red you think as the blood spreads out from the body and the design on it winks out flower by flower and the blood seeps through the fibers. The blood creeps in the direction of your feet but you stay silent and still, exactly like how your husband wants you to be.

Geumjae has trained you well.

Your husband wipes the knife on the man’s knee, still and no longer shaking. No part of him moves but you’ve long gotten used to the stillness of dead bodies and the look of slit throats- like a smile only more open and without any teeth. It might be the only smile you see today so you don't look away.

What you’ve never quite gotten used to is how the bloodshed looks against things so grand.  

Maybe it’s just because you grew up poor, but expensive things blood splatters, soaked with blood, and soiled turn your stomach. It didn’t use to be so routine; you used to vomit when he killed people in front of you. We killed them just to show you that he could, how immune he was from consequences.

But Drug lords and kingpins lords are that way; Their hubris defines them. Your husband is no different.

The antique carpets, the gilded couches, the Tiffany vase that costs more than most people’s yearly salaries was a wedding gift. And you watch as he plops the man’s fingers into it one by one as he saws them off. No fingerprints and no evidence. The teeth will be next.  

There’s something about gold splattered with blood that sets you sick and dizzy. Expensive items piled around the room, as stained as the money that was used to purchase them. Geumjae has always known how to poke at you.

You know Geumjae is only acting this way because of the funeral tomorrow.

He's not upset or devastated- far from it. His hands shake with a tremor of anticipation. The wild look in his eyes just a little bit more keen than usual. He needed something to settle his nerves, and this man was the perfect opportunity. 

The man’s pleas still ring in your ears. “Please please- I didn’t mean- tell him I didn't mean it.” But you hadn't spoken up because it never matters if you defend the men your husband thinks you’re sleeping with. Or the ones that inadvertently touch your hand when you go out, or the ones that God forbid slip you their number like this poor alpha.

Defending them only makes him more violent and it only makes him take it out on you worse later. Death for this man was an unavoidable fate.

He will take it out on you worse later, you don’t wonder, you don’t worry. At this point, you know what awaits you upstairs and it’s impossible to avoid. He’ll end in an unmarked grave before daylight, and you’ll end up upstairs. Teeth and fingerprints pulled and ground up with nothing but isotopic analysis to possibly identify him. He’ll end up missing and forgotten. A john doe. The same way your husband has dealt with the countless other men who have been misfortunate enough to cross your path.

You are less a woman these days than you are an omen; a black cat crossing their path, spilled salt, a broken mirror. You wonder, could you have stopped it?

You watch as the blood soaks into the note. Obscuring the black ink of a name and a 9-digit number in seconds. The note he tried to slip you in the restaurant earlier lies on the floor surrounded by the black plastic of a shattered phone.

You decide it doesn’t matter, none of this matters as you let the blood trickle closer and closer, let it pool between your toes as he continues to cut off the man’s fingers one by one.

His heart is no longer beating so it’s less messy this way. At least there will be no splatters on the ceiling to clean.

The teeth make a sharper noise hitting the silver vase as Geumjae moves on to them. One thud and then another, until you flinch at the very last one. Only then does your husband set the pliers and the knife down and stand up.

Geumjae comes close to you almost nose to nose, you don't flinch, you don't even make eye contact with him as he picks up your long skirt from the floor and uses the fabric to wipe his hands. He drops the knife at your feet and heads upstairs without a word. 

You don’t try and clean up the body, he has people for that and that is not your use here. That is not your use to him. You don’t want to make it worse.

You follow him upstairs to the bedroom without a word.

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Gone are the days of wolves and packs, of shifters and magic. Gone are the days of territories icy and impersonal or Pack alpha's bloody and greedy. Gone are the days of survival through snow and salt and fog. Love and mating are no longer decided through viscera and dominance.

Gone, but not forgotten.

Some touches of that time still linger in the modern era. Although it's far more common for Alphas and Omegas to pair off in single pairs or trios; large multi-pair polyamorous packs still exist in most pockets of the world. Attractive for those who wish to pool resources.  Pack’s come with many omegas and few alphas if you're lucky- and many alphas and few omegas if you're not. 

Few packs are lucky enough to count a Beta among their ranks. As the rarest sub gender by population, they are offered certain concessions by society.

They say if you’re an alpha you’re born lucky, and if you’re an omega you’re lucky to be born. And if you’re born beta? You then are luck. A four-leaf clover. A rabbits foot. A horseshoe.

Betas are valuable for so many reasons it’s hard to put a pin on exactly why society praises them so much. Is it their even temperaments? Their pheromones and their biology that ease the hurts from heats and ruts? Is it their inability to have their emotions altered by pheromones or is it simply their rarity?

Only 5 percent of the world's population are Betas. Unlike alphas (53 percent) and omegas (42 percent).

Beta’s are expected to hold certain stations by society, often sought out for job interviews and college applications, for brand opportunities and political slots. Being a beta means you’re trusted, being a beta means you’re desired. Betas are the political advisers, the commanders, and the CEOs of the world. The ones trusted above all else to make decisions.

There are so few betas in the world, but nearly every pack needs one to function properly. Society makes special allowances for Beta's; things that are not given to alphas and omegas.

Most betas are nomadic by design and would never even dream of staying with just one pack. Most betas have at least two packs that they split their time between. Taking rest from one and safe harbor in another as fluidly as a bee would buzz from one flower to the next.

Though alphas and omegas might feel possessive over a beta; it’s generally a social taboo to interfere with the transfer of a beta from one group to another. Bi-monthly or bi-yearly- or whatever works for each pack. Some packs even get houses next to each other so that their beta can have a more free-flowing arrangement between Dens. Pack alphas do not covet Beta's the way they covet omega's or at times- other submissive alphas. It’s forbidden. It’s not the way of things. It’s shameful.

Every person has the same idea shoved down their throat post-presentation. See- betas don’t need to stay in one place- see- it’s fine to give up the one you love to another. It’s normal. Don’t make a big deal out of it. Society will crumble without it, so don’t even try.

It’s the same idea that’s parroted when it comes to larger packs too- why are you complaining about your alpha bringing a new omega home? You get a nestmate out of it, don’t you want someone to help with the laundry? Why are you complaining about your omega seeking out another alpha? Is your knot not enough for them? Aren’t you glad to have someone to help you provide for them?

The world is a ruthless place, we all know sometimes it takes more than one income to have children. As the world changes and capitalism ebbs and flows, multi member parental groups become more and more common. God knows I’d love not to shit a pup out of my trap if I could.

It’s not that beta’s don’t want to stay with just one person; it’s just that monogamy is not in their nature. Alphas and omega's bond and mate and fuck, but Beta's are made of different, more refined genetics. Without these flimsy rules society would quickly fall into outright warfare.  Poly-packy is accepted and encouraged for most Betas by society.

Min Yoongi is not most betas.

(Next chapter)

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Notes:

- each chapter will open up with a moodboard! just to set up the tension!!! Honestly making them took longer than editing certain parts of this lol, I may have gone a little bit over the top.

-The forward…okay so…I’ve lived in abject terror that my abuser will find this story. That he’ll read it and have access (once again) to the most intimate parts of me. It felt important to me to address him and let him know that if one day he does find this story that he knows he’s the villain, That he’s my Geumjae. I mean hopefully he’ll know without meaning too- some of Geumjae’s dialogue is taken directly from his mouth so it would be hard for him to miss.

-I heard the quote “no revenge because not having me in your life is enough punishment” and I’ve really been trying to live by it these last few months. I wish he could be punished for what he did to me but he never will be and I’m coming to terms with that.

-My intention with bily is never to show the rape that the m/c went through on screen- because I don’t think it would be helpful to the m/c’s character arc and could be more torture porn which god knows there’s enough of in modern media. But It is going to be heavily heavily implied at certain points in the new version with more detail than the first version. One unintended consequence of giving this story more detail is that things will become a bit more triggering and I don’t want anyone to be surprised by that. If there’s ever something in these chapters that you think deserves a warning I will not hesitate to put it in the tags at the beginning of the chapter, just let me know and I’ll add it.

-I feel like I may get into trouble with the avatar the last airbender reference in this chapter. But isn’t it better to ask for forgiveness vs permission?

[nekovmancer]

I love you, it's ruining my life

bunch sad taylor swift lyrics always has me breaking my own heart writing fanfiction *sighs* guess this is my debut in the gf fandom as a writer !! hiiii

warnings: sfw, gn!reader, established relationship, language, angst

“You are the most terrible mistake I’ve ever made.”

The words still echo even when the sentence is already finished, growing faint as the seconds pass by but never fading at all; still on the back of your mind, replaying over and over again as if they were part of a broken record.

Once spoken, that fucking phrase couldn’t be swallowed back, less forgotten. God knows how long it would take for them to be gone for good, and not a haunting whisper to follow you through your worst nightmares; one of them now becoming reality.

But that’s not the beginning of your history with Ford. No, it's the end. 

Feels like carving the epitaph on a tombstone. In memory of a love which once lived greatly, now may rest forever in the cold embrace of death. Quote, the most terrible mistake I’ve ever made, unquote. Should you credit Ford Pines in the end? The motherfucker who just put the final nail on your coffin?

You wish you could tell him to shut the fuck up and leave you alone, pretending this won’t be anything but another stupid fight you will manage to forget tomorrow. Maybe you could’ve, if you weren’t too occupied with your hollow chest, asking yourself where did you heart go — or if it was too broken to even manage a last beat.

"What the hell did you just say?" you don't even have the energy to shout back at him. It all comes out in a whisper, one that is not enough to fit your anger; less your sadness. Sometimes, you've got to recognize a lost battle. Yet, this one changed the course of a whole fucking war, one you were exhausted to fight. 

So there you stood: the loser. Feeling small and insignificant as one of the particles of dust hovering in the thick air between you. The body count so far: your home, your engagement, your love, your heart. And the last thing you could ever lose, a loss to mourn for all of your days, was already slipping through your fingers.

Just one last battle to thrive: the tears threatening to flood through your eyes, which you were trying hard to keep for yourself. Ford does not deserve them, not anymore, not when he doesn’t show a single trace of remorse.

You knew he meant it, and that was the very reason it hurt so bad. Sometimes, retrieving the knife from the flesh just meant more pain. You should’ve let it there, rooting in between the bones of your ribcage instead of opening a fresh wound. 

"You've heard me quite well." 

Your throat goes sore, unspoken words scratching it, trying to climb out of your mouth. The last sparkle of a long gone flame lights up, enough fuel for you to bite back. "Right. So I am the mistake, while your freaking muse-"

Sadly, the great amount of bad words on the tip of your tongue didn’t have a chance to be spoken.

"Do not bring Bill into this again,” his words cut you off; more bleeding to stanch on the way.  Ford was responsible for the hollow inside of you, a quiet torment bursting out to destroy what was left from the previous catastrophes. Lies pouring from lips which once kissed you so dearly and now couldn’t even speak in your favor. “It was never about him, any of it."

"It's always about him!” frustration wins, and a restless tremble finds your fingers as the volume of your voice grows louder. It hurts to speak, to think — existence itself feels excruciating. Your last strings of hope were now cut, disappearing into nothingness. What’s left, you still don’t know. “There's no you and me, not anymore. Not without Bill, not without the portal.”

A shredded breath has your whole body shaking, your cue to remember breathing; unevenly as it may be, you still need it to survive, no matter how your frenetic heartbeat tells you’re going to the very opposite way. Whenever your anxiety hit such a peak, Ford would be the one by your side. Now, he was standing on the opposite corner of the room, staring at you as if you do not belong there.

In this, you both could agree. It’s been so long since you’re no longer part of his equation, but an unpleasant variable Stanford, the genius himself, can’t solve, which would end up better erased; long forgotten. 

“Fine,” you barely manage a mutter, rubbing your temples to ease off the ache pulsating through your skull. Someone could have hit you with a hammer and the pain would be softer. “Fiddleford is already gone, and now you want me out of the picture,” you capture your lower lip between your teeth, grazing the soft skin. The taste of blood somehow leaves your mouth less bitter, still not enough to stop you from actually being bitter. “Maybe it will give you and your triangle partner enough space to shove that stupid machine up your ass.”

He’s outraged, of course. Bill has become his everything, dethroning you from that spot you once thought was granted forever. How dare you speak so low of him? His muse, his mentor, his… fuck, to think of finishing this sentence is makes you nauseous. 

Storming out of the room with Ford hot on your trails, you let a few tears find their way out. It’s fine as long as he can’t see you crying, nor hear your strangled sobs under his own voice. You don’t want him to be a testimony to your misery any more. It’s terrible already the whole house seems to have eyes staring at you from every wall.

If Bill was actually watching, you can bet that fucking triangle is damn amused.

Your own thoughts are too loud for you to hear what Ford is saying, or best, vomiting at you. Yet, you can distinguish the screaming is there as you lead the way to what used to be your shared bedroom. 

God, when you’ve come this? 

The love of your life now inhabits the skin of a stranger, and you can’t bear his shit for longer than you already did. You could’ve endured anything for your Ford, but that wasn’t him. Where did he go? When did you lose him for good? But it’s a little too late to ask yourself these questions, and you know the damn answers already, so it’s pointless to keep the torture of knowing the truth.

You feel the urge to crash every small piece of triangular shaped decoration on your way. They are everywhere, in every damn corner, even in the pattern of the curtains when not resting upon the furniture — standing in the middle of your family pictures, among vases with dead flowers, a cemetery of memories from better times.

You stop your tracks for a while just to wander your eyes on some of them, lips trembling to conceive a faint smile at the sight of the portraits. One displays you and Ford outside a newly built shack, smiling from ear to ear as your faces are pressed together so tightly his glasses went crooked. If you squint your eyes enough, you can see a red blur in the bushes just behind you — a little gnome hiding just in time. 

Suddenly, it becomes harder to keep the tears away as reality hits you hard. Those times are gone, and nothing you could do would bring them back to you. 

“You don’t understand,” you can hear Stanford clear as day now, as if you had just emerged from underwater and abruptly became aware of your surroundings. Ford has been repeating this same bullshit nonstop from what? Weeks from now. Nedless to say you were fucking tired of such a nonsense accusation. “The work I’ devoted my life to is about to change the whole world for good and you can’t even-”

Your turn is so abrupt that Ford stops himself from finishing the sentence, swallowing a gasp. “Listen to me,” biting your lip to not curse at him, all of your strength is dealt into the final blow — more like a last resort. “You think Bill is about to make you someone as if I didn’t spend the last years seeing you as my fucking north already,” he’s a little taken aback by your sudden burst out, you can tell by the tip of his ears going pink. “I did everything for you, Stanford. Your dream, your house, your anomalies… and what the fuck you did to me in return? Not even bothering to sleep in the same bed as me for months?” shit, saying it aloud only made it sound more pathetic than it already was. “Or having the nerve to accuse me of not understanding you after everything I gave up to be with you in this shit hole of a city?” 

Ford's response was nothing but silence. Of course it was. What could he say on his behalf when you’re damn right? This time, though, you wish you didn’t.

But you waited for him to say something nonetheless. Anything would do, really. Worse than his rage, his hatred and the damn obsession for his muse was the indifference he has been meeting you with.

The meanings of you have been changed in his dictionary long ago. Did it matter now?

Every move of his was strategic, closer and closer to a checkmate — his dream coming true. And if you were to be sacrificed so he could win… well, a side effect. As long as his king was safe, pawns were pawns.

You’ve just taken too long to realise it.

“Don’t you think you can come crawling back to me after this,” it’s a statement more to yourself then to him; a reminder to not let him inside your heart again after all the damage Ford has done. “When your false god gets tired of toying with you, when your ego stops being enough to feed your delusion, I won’t come back to pick up whatever’s left.”

You stare at him — at Stanford’s eyes. He’s perfectly still, aside from the dramatic rise and fall of his chest with each deep breath he takes. While your eyes silently begged him to change his mind, to take back what he just said… his did not show any emotion but resolution.

Ford is a man of science. He would never affirm something with such a conviction if he wasn’t absolutely sure of it. And as it seemed, he thought of you as a mistake with certainty enough to say it out loud and keep his mind until the very last minute.

“Fine.”

So this is it. The end.

“Fine it is,” you wipe the tears away with the back of your hand, dampening the sleeves of the sweater you’re wearing; which is actually Ford’s. You debate whether to leave it behind or keep it with you while packing your things.

Ford doesn’t stay any longer after this. No goodbyes were said, and his last glance upon you earns a cold shiver running down your spine. You could’ve spitted right into his face and he would still be less mad than he was at the moment, thanks to your audacity of blaming Bill on the failure of your relationship. 

It’s not like Ford needed you, or anyone else at the matter. He had gifts you failed to comprehend, and a view where you were the one crawling back to him as soon as the portal was completed.

Delusion upon delusion… which of you were the worst?

You were left alone, but the whole house was watching silently — every triangle window had an eye of its own, and the dark corners somewhat got darker, casting enormous shadows around you.

Ford must be down at his lab, in the company of his muse… fuck, you don’t want to think of them and whatever they did when you’re not around. Which now would mean pretty much every time. 

It’s a bright summer day outside when you leave the shack, but not even the warmth of the sun seems to be sufficient to dispel the coldness clinging to your bones.

Your fingers are still trembling since the whole fight went out of track, and so they stood while you were folding your clothes slowly, still thinking that things would change by some miracle… and now, as you open the door to your car.

You tell yourself to not look back, and shit, it's not easy; especially when your own mind don't shut the fuck up. For the hours you spent wandering around the city, you leave the radio on the highest volume and keep the cool. You come and go until you’ve reached the "you’re leaving Gravity Falls" sign.

With nowhere else to go, you throw your engagement ring out of the window and speed up to God knows where. As long as it’s far, you suppose you’ll be fine.

[p4r4syte]

its boiling hot rn so heres some lost boy hcs. what i think theyd do/be like in summer (mildly suggestive?)

pls add comments, ill add to it :3

David :

•avoids everyone. i know vampires are cold blooded but no doubt these mfs get agitated during summer. David the worst. he’d be sat there, coat discarded with a pissed off expression. still smoking. god forbid he doesnt smoke

•will even get pissed off with Feeding Time™️ because the bloods warm so he’d just disappear for days on end. hiding away. basically hibernating

•Is Extremely Snappy. he will go for anyones throat, doesnt even matter if youre together (god forbid mates), he’ll be avoiding you just in case but will Bark at the boys given any chance

•”he wouldnt hurt a fly” HE WOULD!!!!!! Fuck That Fly Do Not Invade My Personal Space

•will only calm down once hes cooler, he would genuinely have to piss off to the sea (or i imagine the cave has a watered in area) ((only dwayne knows about it but he let david in on it)) or hes sulking in a damp, desolate part of the cave. just waiting for the summer to end

•only one of the boys that can speak to david during this time is dwayne because of how hes empathetic towards his Boys. Marko And Paul Will Be DropKicked On Sight.

•sleeps upside down, near the darkest most secluded park of the cave. there isnt any air, theres no breeze. he doesnt care, he just wants to, fester. Leave Him To Fester

Marko :

•becomes more feral than he ordinarily is

•he Will be dangling from the ceiling, trying to catch any breeze that rolls in

•he will also be chilling with the pigeons, they find the coolest places in the cave to rest so Why Not?

•the summer heat will also be giving him unneeded energy. he WILL be playfighting with paul and then laying there overheating and gets pissed off once paul tried to interact with him again. Cant You See Im Warm? Jesus.

•will find endless cool drinks on the boardwalk once it cools down during night. itll give him no sustenance and he’ll be pissed off that he has a headache tomorrow but. Mmm Slushie :3

•still eats hot food and will complain about how hes warmer now than before he ate the food. yes he knew beforehand. no he wont stop. let him complain

•him and paul sit shirtless in the centre part of the cave, eating ice creams and then getting pissed off once theyve eaten them all (or theyve melted)

•calmer than david, less irritated than dwayne, less energetic than paul

•sleeps in a random, small part of the cave because the air rushes straight through (he followed the pigeons)(he learns many things from them, this is one of the many great things he found out)

Paul :

•please calm down. its Hot. Get The Memo

•continues his antics, just with, less clothes.

•the ONLY motherfucker thats actively trying to interact with everyone else

•he doesnt get it, god bless. not a single thought in that head x

•is also smoking. sat on that fountain (the cold marble against his back), trying to yell to the others (they ignore him) speaker blasting music (its pissing everyone off)

•the only one that actually leaves the cave (until he convinces marko to get slushes with him. then hes no longer going alone)

•a nuisance. a pure fucking mosquito of a man. he’d be stuck to you if he could, please don’t let him you dont know where hes been (various ponds) (hes upside down in a shrub) (dont help him)

•hes a boombox blaster, weedsmoking, white rum drinker in summer. or whatever he can get his hands on. but best believe he’s living it up even if he doesnt make it out the cave most nights

•sleeps drunk in the fountain, naked. Hey, Its Cool. What Do You Want From Me?

Dwayne :

•is the only one who Actually attempts to cater to the rest

•he knows exactly how everyone is and as much as he Needs To Rot too, he needs to check on everyone first

•only person hes really checking on is david lets be honest

•after finding david and just, checking, he’ll find his own section of the cave. not too far, within ear distance of Everyone in the cave

•he’ll just rest there for a while, just dangling, all sweaty

•sometimes he has enough energy to chill with paul and marko but quickly loses it after a while. paul is Way too much for him in this heat. Hes Markos Issue Now :)

•he is the only one that will remind the other boys that they need to eat. it may be hot, but you still need to eat. cue moody david, hyper paul, sweaty and overstimulated marko and coping mother dwayne

•doesnt speak to anyone, literally not at all, because hes just Too Hot™️ so he’ll just pull your hand to what he wants, guiding you to what he needs

•sleeps alone, in the centre on the cave. just above where they all gather, so he can hear everyone but is just far enough away to get peace. oh, hes also naked.

[mykoreanlove]

Evaluation

Minho’s head fell back on the silky cushion.

He was exhausted, but utterly happy. You were still on your knees, sucking him off delicately for the third time this weekend. 

He clasped his hands behind his head and watched you giddily - his eyes observed your red nails gliding around his shaft, the spit drooling from your pretty mouth as well as your sticky hair that was glued to your forehead. 

He listened to your vibrant moans, wishing to capture this moment for eternity. 

He had no idea how you did it but you put him under a spell. Every touch of yours ignited a fire within him, one that could never be extinguished. 

Minho had a lot of experience, knowing a thing or two about sex but he had never encountered someone like you. Someone so sexy and devout, confident yet submissive. 

He swore he could have seen stars as he came into your pretty mouth, covering your throat with his warm cum. You wiped away the spit as you released him, looking up at him with your big doll eyes. 

Sex was messy, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You collapsed onto his broad chest as you came back to your senses, it didn’t take him a second to embrace you in the tightest hug known to mankind.

„Kitten“, he whispered softly. 

„Hmm“, you mumbled into his chest. You felt his whole body vibrating from laughter. 

„You are anything but ordinary, you know that? My little sex queen.“

„Sex queen?“, your head shot up confused.

„Yeah.“, he nodded. „I’ve never been fucked like that before.“

Your irritation was visible on your face. Minho had intended to compliment you, however he brought up an old wound of yours. 

„Kitten, what’s wrong? Did I offend you?“, he asked concerned.

You got up and rolled off him, walking to the other side of the room. Minho followed you hastily, your reaction made him anxious. 

„Hey, talk to me“, he demanded softly.

Your eyes were filled with tears. Even though the incident happened years ago, it still had the same dramatic effect on you.

„Can I hug you?“

You nodded your head, too ashamed to say a word.

Minho threw his arms around you, holding you completely naked under the moonlight.

„You wanna tell me what’s wrong?“

You took a deep breath as you recollected your first time ever.

„It’s about me losing my virginity back then. I was with this guy and he was way older than me and naturally the sex was awful. I was nervous and clumsy and sometimes it really hurt and I asked him to stop. In the end, he came but I didn’t and it was just horrible.“, you explained flatly.

„I’m so sorry, Kitten. I wish your first time had been special.“, Minho said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

„Oh no, that’s not the traumatizing part, Min.“, you shook your head. 

„It’s not?“

„No. That part came the next day when I woke up and he was gone. But you know what he had left me? A list.“

„A list?“, Minho asked confused.

You nodded. „A motherfucking list.“

„What was it about?“

Flashbacks of you reading each point found their way back into your consciousness, making you shiver with disgust. And yet, ten years later you were still able to recite every single point from that list.

„It’s a list about my sex skills. Or rather lack thereof.“

Minho’s eyes widened in shock, still not fully comprehending what you were saying. 

„Kitten?“

You let out a deep sigh.

„Point one. Be sexier. Don’t be so quiet. Moan and scream. Point two. Your head game needs a lot of work. Look it up. Point three. Don’t act awkward. You’re not a virgin anymore. Point four. You need to get better at shaving. He actually put a smiley at the end of that sentence.“, you rolled your eyes while recollecting.

Minho’s jaw hit the floor as he was too stunned to speak.

„Point five. Don’t tell a guy to stop when he’s getting into it. It ruins the mood. Point six. Don’t be shy. It’s not sexy. And last but not least. Point seven. Get on your knees if I ask you to. My pleasure comes first.“

Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through Minho’s head right now. His blood was boiling, as he could feel his whole body getting hotter and hotter. What kind of jerk had the audacity to insult you like that?!

„You know, don’t get me wrong. I know that my first time sucked and I was very eager to learn. Like, I wanted to get better at sex. But his way of communicating that? I felt so small and disgusting. I gave my body to him, for the first time ever, and he critiqued me like a fucking ballet recital. And you know the funniest thing?“

You looked up at Minho, expectancy in your eyes.

Minho on the other hand just looked at you, trying his hardest to calm down. 

„That stupid list even had a name. A name!“, you laughed manically. „Can you guess it?“

Minho’s face turned white as he realized what it had to be called. 

„How to become a sex queen.“, you snorted. „Ain’t that funny.“ 

[jinuaei]

Rings

Yandere! Alastor x Accidental Spouse! Reader part 2.5

Pt.1 --- Pt. 2

Warnings: Blood, low-key lewd, drooling over blood, mans down bad

You’ve been fidgeting a lot with your ring finger, it's obvious with how much you keep rubbing and twisting said hand whenever you're lost in thought or when you're doing nothing. 

Maybe that's why Alastor is suddenly asking if he can hold your hand. The concern in his eyes would have been strange if you knew his true reputation down in hell, but it's good that you don't know, right?

As he grips your hand with his, you look away from him in embarrassment, eyes flitting around, daring not to look straight at his face. He doesn't share the same sentiment, with him still staring at you, you feel the flush of your skin creep in, getting hotter and hotter the more he stays quiet. Finally you ask a question, trying to salvage the situation into becoming less embarrassing for the both of you.

“Is there something wrong…?”

He holds your gaze for a few seconds before falling to your hands, caressing your palm tenderly. “My dear, you should stop hurting yourself, I would be heartbroken to see wounds on you and I couldn't even do anything about it,” he starts, turning your hands upside down to see any marks left by yourself.

“There doesn't seem anything extraordina–”

Curious as to what captured his attention, you follow his stare to your ring finger, where therein lies the very mark that has been plaguing your thoughts ever since you first saw it.

“Hm… you must have had a rebellious phase to have a tattoo like this, I should be informed if you have more than one of these no?,” he coos at you, kissing the offending finger.

You're too nervous to tell him the truth; that this tattoo is not from you, that it just appeared when you fell down in hell. In the end, you mustered up the courage to do so, the statement falling from your lips clumsily.

At first Alastor thought it was said to tease him, but when it slithered around your ring finger, as if to prove him wrong… Instantly his soft gaze turned sharp, dials appeared in his eyes, spazzing and turning. Static fills the silence and his body contorts into a much bigger and much scarier version of him.

“Someone tried to claim you before me? HAH! I'd love to see them try…”

Dangerous thoughts bounce around his mind, filling him further with rage and resentment. But when he felt you quiver underneath him, he stopped, calming himself so as to not scare you any further. He was able to shrink himself into his default form.

“Forgive me my sweet, I did not mean to scare you. I lost my temper thinking about the audacity of someone trying to steal you away from me…” he narrows his eyes at the ‘tattoo’, “and this mark is rather unsightly, I ought to put a ring big enough to cover it, for now though…”

The smile on his face is borderline deranged when he thought of something that could be a good substitute for a ring. He lifts your shaking hand up to his lips, kissing it gently, letting his breath wash over your fingers. Positioning your hand so that the ring finger is the only one left uncurled, he opens his mouth and engulfs it.

You were baffled at what's happening, but a sharp pain at the base of your finger changed the bafflement into panic. Trying to pull your hand away, you were unsuccessful in doing so, even pushing on his shoulder doesn't seem to do anything. 

Is he trying to bite my finger off???

You can feel your blood dripping down his throat and this motherfucker has the audacity to enjoy it, he even had his eyes closed and everything! Thankfully, he stopped biting down as hard, enough to pierce your skin but not enough to sever it.

But now there's a new sensation traveling up your hand down to your arm and towards your whole body. You watch in sick fascination as you can feel him wrap his tongue around your finger, drinking the sweet ichor coming from the bite. He’s practically making out with your finger, sucking and drooling on it. 

The ears on his head flatten in pleasure at the taste of YOU on his tongue, your scent and warmth overwhelming his senses to the point where he almost lost control if it wasn't for your yelp of pain as he tries to bite down again.

With a ‘pop!’ he detached himself from you, having the gall to look ashamed at the low-key lewd display of possessiveness. His grin comes back tenfold, lips stained with blood, as he shows off the final product of his great idea. 

Your ring finger, although stained with saliva and golden blood, has teeth marks where the tattoo was supposed to be. His teeth marks. 

The snakes look mutilated, covered by blood and the wound encompassing the entirety of it. 

“There, now other demons will see that you are taken,” he kisses the bite one last time before stating, “if the wound heals, do tell me I would love to mark you up again.”