#on his tippy toes blocking scar’s mouth with his hands

[solargeist]

Grian being raised in a convent of literally only women, so when he meets Scar in 3rd life he’s so excited, a guy just like HIM !! With top scars and everything, so fun (falls in love immediately /lh)

[teenidlegirl]

⠀⠀⠀౨౿  ׅ ۟   ֪ soft steamy shower with miguel ( mdni ) ۪ ׂ   𓈒 ୭

standing under the warm water, droplets hitting his face and bouncing off his bulky shoulders. soaked brown hair, strings stocked to his forehead. muscles relaxed due to the delicious warmth of the water. relaxing for a moment. after endless missions and the weight of being leader of the spider society on his shoulders, miguel finally has a moment to relax.

lowering his head, miguel glances at his hands. by habit, his talons stick out from the tiny slit of each finger. he studies them under the water, examining them with curious eyes. part of him dislikes this feature his spider abilities gifted him. always afraid of touching someone, in fear of hurting them. he believed no one would love him due to those abnormal traits, especially his talons.

but you proved to him that someone can love him, for who he is. plus, miguel cannot relax without the love of his life, his beautiful wife.

a smile creeps onto his face when he hears your light footsteps as you enter the shower. the sliding glass door gave you away. turning his head to the side, miguel sees you from the corner of his eye. his talons retract instantly. his source of relaxation is here.

reaching out with a hand, you gently place it on his back. you notice his shoulders slouch, instantly relaxing under your touch. with such delicacy, you trace the outlines of his back muscles with your fingers. admiring the scars and stretch marks.

miguel softly exhales, feeling a shiver of pleasure from your tracing. he loves when you do that, you know it relaxes him. turning around, he meets your gaze then down to your beautiful nude figure. admiring your ethereal, soaked body. how the water and steam makes you appear so ethereal-like.

a water nymph.

he captures your waist with his large hands and gently pulls your closer to him. his abs gently gazing against your chest, major height difference. you rest your hands on his broad chest, gazing up at him with a soft loving expression. he returns the same expression. god he’s so mesmerized by you.

a goddess standing in front of him.

leaning closer, his back aching a bit but he doesn’t care, miguel captures your lips with his in a passionate kiss. you stand on your tippy toes, an effort to reach him but still need assistance.

the scene is so dreamlike, passionately making out in the steamy atmosphere of the shower.

the desire and lust can no longer be ignored. with a lick to your lips for passage, miguel’s tongue invades your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you. raising your arms, you wrap them around his bulky shoulders. his hands gently grope your curves, feeling your celestial skin. you shiver under his touch, making your mind fuzzy and grow putty in his hold.

a soft gasp slips from your lips when you feel large hands tenderly groping your breasts. his palms message the soft, wet squishy fat. you arch into him, leaning into his addictive touch. you can feel his now hard cock resting against your soft tummy.

with a soft grunt, miguel grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up into his arms. instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. he carefully presses you against the shower wall, his frame blocking the shower from hitting you, hitting his back instead.

your makeout sessions continues as miguel aligned himself with your entrance. a shared moan mingles in the steamy air as he slowly slides through your tight cunt, clenching around his thick length. your grip on his shoulders tightens as he bottoms out.

the slow yet deep thrusts makes you dig your nails into his muscular back, adding more indents and scratch marks like a canvas. the tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your cervix. soft moans and grunts bounce off the tile walls of the shower.

passionate love-making in the shower.

you moan out his name like a mantra, full of bliss and desire. miguel marks your delicate neck, planting kisses and gently sucking on your skin as he continues making love to you under the hot stream of water. whispers praises in your ear sweetly.

the glass shower doors fogged up. steam over-flooding the shower, leaking into the rest of bathroom. the mirror fogged up as wall.

you both reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. you coating his cock with your sweetness. miguel releasing his thick load inside you. a shared moan as you both climaxed. his thrusts slows down each time before he stops and carefully pulls out of you.

as miguel carefully sets you on your feet, you two share another kiss then gaze into each other’s eyes.

“te quiero.” he whispers, softly smiling.

“te quiero tanto.” you smile back.

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[echo-of-sounds]

shy pt.4

-Fatgum x f!reader-

smut drabble with a shy/inexperienced reader that got longer than I expected and my god, I want this man so badly

You should have gone with the pink lace. A simple, wireless bra wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world, even if it had matching panties and little lace decorations. It also gave your breasts a more natural look. Hopefully, Taishiro would like the burgundy color. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to venture into the lingerie aisle. There were prettier colors and designs, but it was packed with people- people who could actually pull off dainty chemises and sexy bustiers. And the panties weren’t anything special.

But now that you stared in the mirror long enough, the underwear wasn’t even cute. You should just take it off. He wouldn’t like it and he’d be home any minute. You told him you’d stop by his place to drop off some leftovers. You should stick to that instead. 

Tai said your name. You whipped around, holding your chest. “Oh, you’re changing. Sorry.”

“Wait.” You gripped his sleeve to stop him from leaving. A blush showed when he turned. It flooded heat under your skin. Flutters tickled your stomach, shaking your hand and wavering your voice, “This was- is- I was thinking I- I wanted to… Do you like it?” You lowered your other arm, so he could see the set fully.

“I like the color. It’s like velvet. Can I?” He held up his hand to feel it. At your nod, the back of his finger traced the side of the cup, close to your nipple, which was easy to see under the thin material. “It’s really soft… and pretty.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled wide. 

“You don’t- It’s not too… plain?”

“It’s beautiful. You look beautiful.”

Still holding his sleeve, you stood on your tippy-toes, inviting a kiss. His tongue lightly sipped your lips while his hands flowed up and down your sides. You squished to his stomach, sensing exactly how ready you were. “I think…” Correcting yourself, you sighed into him, “I am ready.”

He pulled away. Eyes lit up. The blush grew. “Let me take a shower, then I’ll give you all my attention, okay?”

You nodded, matching his smile, “Yeah.”

“Give me five minutes.” He pecked your forehead before hurrying to the bathroom. 

You waited on the bed, rubbing, crossing, and uncrossing your legs. The water turning off sent excitement down your spine. Rummaging through drawers jittered your thighs. The door opening made you jump up. 

Tai returned to the bedroom, a baby pink towel wrapped his waist. It did nothing to shroud his arousal. The cloth plumped around him. Dark blond hair peeked out from the top, ebbing into a barely noticeable light yellow shade. Purple stretch marks curved upwards past his belly button. 

The rousing sight made you realize you’ve never seen him naked. Or even without his shirt. “You are- You’re, um… you- you’re very handsome,” you whispered, looking at the wall painting.

He approached and kissed the top of your head, thanking you. Something was placed in your hand then you were lifted onto the bed. Large, rough hands glided up your waist. Lips lined the side of your face, pressing smiling kisses all over. “You gonna keep staring at the wall?”

“No.” You glanced down. A condom and lube were in your hand.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little.”

Fingers gently tilted your chin for a proper kiss. Pink brightened his cheeks, reaching his ears. “Me too but I’m also excited.”

“Me too.” You reconnected it, feeling the items taken from you and tossed to the bed. Your hands blindly surveyed his body. His stomach moved in steady breaths. Soft marks waved under your fingertips. Scars cushioned your palm. All of him felt excellent. 

Fingers returned to your bra, fondling, pinching and squeezing and testing. A heavy moan left your mouth, directly into his. You hugged his neck and pressed snug to him. His tongue slunk over yours. Another moan came at the laden thickness. Your hips responded, humping piteously. Saliva shed. Sounds shared. Sparks shuddered.

The touch of his cold fingers slipping into your panties made you gasp. They gently slicked along you, venturing a roll or two on your clit. “You got this wet waiting for me?”

“Yes,” you whined among the many kisses. One finger eased in, searching. You grabbed his arm, quite breathless after the make out.

“I need to stretch you first, baby. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Where should I?”

“Hold on one sec.” His fingers left you. He licked them plenty, humming and smirking. They moved to your back and unhooked the bra. Straps slowly graced down your arms. He complimented your breasts, leaning in to suck a nipple.

It was nice but you just wanted him. “Tai, please…”

“Alright. Lay down. Just like when I ate you out.”

You did, legs spread plenty. He kneeled. Fingers followed the lace trimming, plucking and snapping it a few times. “This is so sexy.” They trailed the leg openings next, tickling your thighs, smoothing and pressing over you.

You reached for his fingers. He grinned, “You’re that excited?”

“Yes.”

He kissed your tummy and slid the underwear off. They landed beside your head. “Make sure you save those for another time. I want to play with them more later.”

Embarrassment fluttered up but your wants and needs overpowered it, letting you watch him take the first lick. Golden eyes stared back as he tongued deep. “You taste so good,” he groaned, letting his lips and tongue rumble against you. 

“Fingers… put your fingers in me.”

“You’ve gotten more vocal. I love it,” he praised and granted you what you wanted. One finger eased in, grooming. Another followed, skimming your front wall, curling for a reaction. 

You moaned and held his wrist, “A little more.” They extended and folded. A third finger was added. It was more than the last time. And the single addition made a huge difference. You whined, snagging the sheets. 

His hand ran over your stomach to relax you. “You’re doing great. I’m almost done, baby girl.” 

The fingers pressed up over and over. Wetness wallowed. Heat sucked your clit. The pressure spilled over. You clenched his hand, moaning, applauding, tensing your back, twisting your hips before all your muscles slumped.

“Damn, you really are excited,” he teased the swift orgasm.

“Stop,” you giggled. “But keep going.”

Copying your amusement, Tai dropped the towel, revealing his entire body. Dark blond hair clustered above his base. A couple of light stretch marks lined the outside of his thighs.

Your gawking was blocked when he worked the condom on and covered himself in lube. It glossed his palm and dripped to the bed. He stroked his fingers along you a few more times, pampering the lube deep, making sure you were wet enough. It sprouted a new itch. You sighed at his gaze and heed. You asked for something bigger, grander, powerful.

Deeming you prepared, he lined himself, poking you ever so slightly. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me if it’s uncomfortable at any point.”

You nodded and braced your hands against his stomach, feeling the invisible hairs. His head nudged in. It was his thickest part and it certainly felt like it. The stretch was fairly unpleasant. Nails pricked his skin.

His hand returned to your tummy, rubbing his thumb. “I’m almost in, baby girl. Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s just-” You gasped as his head popped in. “It’s just a little big.”

“You’re doing perfect.” He leaned down, kissing you. Groans and moans exchanged the farther he filled. Tongues and lips mindlessly explored. You scratched his sides at the overindulgence. Moans softened to whimpers.

“Are you okay?” he whispered between your fevered bodies. You confirmed with another long kiss, running your hands all over him. He was hot and thick and so, so heavy. You wriggled under him to get him to thrust. 

Saliva hung, connecting you when he straightened. It broke and dribbled to your breasts. Thumb moving to tenderly circle your clit, he commended, “You feel so warm, so tight.”

Fluster and flurry cut off your response. You could only pant and paw and hang on while he waited for your word. It eventually huffed out, “Keep… Start… please.”

“Of course.” He kissed your wrist and set it back on his stomach. He held your thighs as he slowly pulled out. The weight abandoned you, leaving you cold. But then he gently pushed in, bearing heat. He calmly repeated the action, sleeking in and out, gradually building his pace.

You moaned his name. It spurred a hard thrust. “Again.”

The clutch on your thighs tightened. The force tried to bump you up the bed, but his hold kept you to him.

“More.”

He came down for a kiss, talking messily with the saliva and breathlessness, “I really love hearing your voice. You’re such a good girl.”

Lust filled your next moan. His body, his care, his praise, his patience, his dick, all of it was just fucking perfect. “Please, Tai. I want you.”

He bottomed out. Thighs ground. You scratched his sides. His tongue swept into your mouth. “God, you taste so good, everywhere. You’re so good, baby.”

“Please, please… give me more,” you quietly begged.

He sat up. Your legs were straightened and laid on his stomach. Impassioned hands grabbed and lifted your ass, thrusting, rooting heavily. His head scuffed and stretched. His length tautened and bulged. You cried his name every sink, struggling to swallow your saliva with his body heaving against yours.

Legs and balls slapped louder the faster he went. He grunted, “Touch yourself.”

You didn’t have to. One rampant buck was plenty to send you over. Your head rolled back. Your mouth draped open. Air stuck in your throat as you silently, desperately humped with pleasured muscles and satisfied limbs.

Even when the bliss waned, Tai still held your waist, moving, handling, using you to find his end. His knee rose to the bed, lifting you more. He groaned and rumbled and dropped one last time. The weight shook a deep ache.

You rubbed his sides where you clawed and kissed his shoulder. His breath hushed. Lips smooched your cheek. You sighed as he pulled out and gulped as he lifted you onto his stomach, sticky and sore. 

Kisses flushed the top of your head. Hands knead your neck and back. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you smiled, nuzzling into his chest. “You?”

He chuckled, “I’m great too.”

“Was it okay?”

“It was so much better, baby.” He kissed you. “So much better.”

[bby-d1p]

No It doesn’t

buckle up ladies😩

“I don’t like it“ Jania huffed. “what’s wrong J“ I hugged her from behind, ‘This‘ she squished her stomach. “What?“ I didn’t see anything wrong, she had on a green two piece that complemented her dark skin.I faced her blocking her view of the mirror “I don’t know it’s just I don’t like the way my body is shaped, its either you always see my stretch marks or the bulge of my stomach.“ Jania said teary eyed looking up at me. “It doesn’t matter“ I sighed.”Yes it does”she argued “I love and want the way your mind thinks, I wanna know about every scar, every quote on quote imperfection, your body is how I want it.I’m tired of these plastic hoes I want a real barbie like you“ I held on to her waist, looking her in those beautiful grey eyes they twinkled at me with lust,anticipation and love.”Thanks babe I needed that I still think I’m too chubby“ she looked down. “Jania Israel, when are gonna understand baby fuck all of those skinny ass ‘women’ I love you. Out of all the females that could be here right now looking out this big ass window, my arms wrapped around them s we stare out into Australia, you think your to chubby because of a two piece? I love you naked, clothed, in any and every kind of way.”

She kissed me deeply before responding “LaMelo I don’t deserve you, you care to much and pay attention to so many details small or large.You love hard, show affection, make time for me, complement me when I need it most thank you bubba.“she smiled brightly,”we’re staying here tonight.“ I began to unbutton my shirt.”Why?“ She wiped slightly visible tears away.”Because I don’t wanna go out to eat anymore.“ I began to slid down my jeans and she too began to remove her clothing.”So what are we gonna eat?” Jania stared to look for the remote.”well I’m gonna eat you and then we can have dino nuggets if that’s okay?“ She paused getting on the bed.”That’s fine with me“ she shrugged smirking. I took a moment to admire her beauty, her chocolate skin complement the orange lace set I was damn near drooling until I saw white go over her body. A Blanket. “Mama we just talked about this“ I lied next to her tugging at the blanket.”I know you just make me nervous and comfortable at the same time“ her cheeks flushed a nearly invisible shade of pink.”I know one thing“ I smiled at her “and what’s that my love?“ She batted her natural lashes. “I’m hungry fo- me too“ she cut me off sitting up.”Uh uh no ma’am we are not doing that it’s my turn“ I pushed her hand off my length she once palmed. “Mch“ she sucked her teeth.

”Loose it“ I pushed her up against the headboard softly unhooking the orange lace contraption keeping me from what I wanted.“mch“ Jania sucked her teeth once again at my slow pace kissing down her neck.”Baby?“ I smirked,”yes?“ she barley managed to get out as I started to rub her clit. “You’re wet that’s all“ I remove her underwear and my lips from her neck. “I’ll be back shortly ma’am“ I flashed my bright smile at her aggravated face right where I want her.I left our room and walked toward the hall closet. I grabbed the melatonin we keep for the triplets Three kids are TOUGH. I poured wine into two glasses dropping the small pill in her cup. (Melatonin is natural and safe my baby sister takes it every night before bed. he’s not drugging her it’s just a kink somehow💀) I waited for it to fizzle down then walked back in the room. “You’re back“ J kissed my lips standing on her tippy toes making me giggle lightly.”I don’t like what I see“ She took a sip.”what do you mean“ I sat on the bed.”You have on clothes“ she yawned smirking.”Just boxers“I looked down at my lap.”baby I’m tired“ Jania yawned once again, exactly what I needed.After she went to sleep I threw on some sweats and walked out the door locking it behind me.

Jania Pov

I woke up to something cold around my wrists. I smelled my candle Lust from Victoria secret. I felt around in the bed with my feet but Melo wasn’t there.”Baby!” I called out.”You’re awake” LaMelo smiled at me walking in our room. I had my back arched,my face gently rested in a pillow and my hands cuffed together. I shivered as his warm fingers move in a figure eight motions on my clit.I moaned lightly as he began to move his fingers faster in and out of my core which was now dripping.”Fuck” I said as my legs shook.”baby don’t be so hard on yourself, you beautiful and I love it when you make beautiful juices for me” Lamelo said pushing my ass up further while suck on on my pussy. Which caused slurping sounds to erupt against the four grey walls of our bedroom.”Mmm” He hummed sending vibrations down my spine. I tried to lean forward but he just pulled me back down.”don’t run Israel” he grunted only turning me on more.I wished he would have let me finish but, he removed his tongue from my heat and walked toward the dresser,”Bite on this” his voice was coarse and he had a gag ball in his hand.After putting it on he began to speak,”count for me if you mess up we start over” I shook my head in agreement.”shit tight” he mumbled siding his shaft inside my dripping core making me wince a little at his size.”one” I moaned as he slapped my ass cheek leaving a light pink mark.

15 spanks and two nuts later..............

“Shit just like that“ I yelled as Lamelo began to rub my clit endlessly as he delivered each stroke rapidly throwing my legs over his shoulder.”Don’t ever doubt your beauty“ he whispered in my ear leaving trails of wet kisses down my neck.I dug my nails into his back s I started to cum, but felt emptiness; he pulled out. “Look bro you’ve done this too many times I wanna fuck so fuck me“ I grumbled looking at his back muscles. “Wait“ he replied sharply walking out the room. “I’m tried of this bro” I mumbled walking out of the room also. I grabbed his arm, turned him around and slid his shaft in my mouth.I swirled my tongue around his tip teasing him “mmm“ I hummed sending shivers down his spine.Drool started to pour from my mouth but it only turned him on more, to my surprise he grew even harder.I licked from the base all the way to the tip causing him to groan "fuck” loudly. His body jerked violently as ropes of thick cum shot on my face I licked my fingers from the access cum that dripped down.I motioned LaMelo down to my level after wiping the cu moff my face.”I love the taste of cum on your fingers but I prefer it in my pussy” I said lifting my leg up over his dick and running my baby pink nails down his neck”I-I think th- that’s a good idea” he stuttered. “Couch” I spoke “it’s my turn.” I walked over to him and slowly slid down on his rock hard shaft.

“Ooo“ I moaned as he pushed his dick all the way inside.”bounce“ His voice shudder yet still had roughness in it.”yes daddy“ I smiled deviously and began to bounce. “Do you like how tight my cunt his baby?“ I left kisses down his neck.”Mmm“ he groaned.”Words“ I whispered boldly as his large hands moved my waist in a steady motion.”yes I lo-love how t-tight your c-cu-cunt is“ he contained his moans as best as he could.”you’re so wet“ LaMelo started to suck on my left breast while massaging the other.”Fuck I’m close“ I gripped the back of the couch. LaMelo was slamming my hips down so hard I’m sure the neighbors could hear.”You’re so big“ I moaned massaging his balls which made him pause for a moment in pleasure.”Fuck!“ he grunted as loads of his thick cum shot into me while I came as well.”I want you to fuck my dripping cunt from the back and don’t give me mercy.“ I pouted seductively sliding off his member and arching my back on the other part of the charcoal black sectional.”I don;t know where this is coming from but I love it“ he said slamming into me.”Just like that baby yes.” I moaned

“Can you tell me how much you love this dick?” he griped my neck while roughly pounding into to me.”Mhm I love this big dick so much” I cried cumming ”good girl“ he came all over my back.”You are my pride and joy along with our three beautiful girls“ He kissed my forehead and closed his eyes starting to snore lightly.”I love you lamelo“ and with that I fell asleep as well.

Hope you enjoyed💞💞

[hello-yue-here]

thank you @chiptrillino for tagging me in a wip game!

not quite sure what the rules are but based off of your AMAZING POST OF ART WIPS (check it out here yall chip is so talented) ive decided to just share some parts of my writing wips that i rlly like because i cannot draw whatsoever lmao

enjoy some lil snippets hehe

from heart don't stand a chance:

"Zuko couldn’t get over her eyes. She was looking past the camera towards the man who took it. Zuko could see clear as day the love she held for Sokka in her gaze.

It was a perfect moment that Sokka had captured. No wonder held it with him at all times. If someone had looked at Zuko like that, he’d never want to see anything again.

As he took in the photograph, Sokka sat next to him in silence. His hand was clutching the ring around his neck again in his fist, pressing it close to his mouth as he peered over Zuko’s shoulder to look. Zuko turned to him to compliment the picture and saw a sad fondness lingering in his eyes."

this is a scene i wrote a while ago thats gonna appear in a much later chapter. but yeah. more yue angst for you guys im so sorry.

from i love you (and that's all i really know):

"Mister Sokka," a little voice wishpered in his ear as he felt tiny pokes on his cheek, "Wake up Mister Sokka."

"Good morning to you too Izumi," Sokka responded wearily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked towards the little girl who was standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of the bed and poke his face until he rose.

She smiled at him once she realized he was awake.

"Can we have pancakes?" She asked shyly, hiding her mouth just below the edge of the bed as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

That look was going to be dangerous for him later on, he could aready tell.

"Sure thing, Izumi, just let me sleep for five more minutes, mkay?" He asked as he shut his eyes again. He was exhausted from last nights events, and the sun had barely risen. How did Zuko do this?"

this is a scene from the next chapter of this fic. so much sokka and izumi bonding you guys are gonna explode hehehe.

from cherry (the mailee fic i wont shut up about that is now a whopping 19 pages):

"Mai never had to guess with Ty Lee. She always knew when Ty Lee was happy about something because she would use an obnoxious amount of exclamation points. She would send gifs of people or cartoons making outlandish expressions whenever she wanted to react to Mai’s text with a specific facial expression. Sometimes Ty Lee would even send voice memos whenever her thoughts became too long, or she got too excited about a story that her fingers couldn’t type as fast as she could speak."

hehe i love mailee.

from yours (the mailee sorority fic that i promise i did not forget about):

"Mai lifted her head off the pillow again and met Zuko’s eyes. She studied his impassive expression, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He did seem like he missed Mai and Azula, so maybe he did really just want to catch up with them.

But Mai wasn’t going to give up a golden opportunity like this.

“Tell us everything about the boy toy as well and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mai said.

Zuko rolled his eyes and sighed, “Ugh, fine. And his name is Sokka by the way.”

“Nuance. You also have to wake up Azula.”

“No chance in hell,” Zuko scoffed, “You’re the roommate and her fellow ‘pong princess,’ wake-up duty is all yours.”

“If she murders me, it’s your fault. She’s a bitch when she’s hungover.”

“Whatever you say, Mai,” Zuko grinned before returning back to his phone."

i have decided that zuko is a little shit for this fic and no one can stop me.

from Where'd All the Time Go? (the yuekka fic that i have severe writers block with that i also promis i have not forgotten about):

"“Sokka I really think you need to take a moment and-”

“I am fine Aang, I don’t have time for a feelings talk right now. Right now I need to find the fucking chief of this damn place.” His words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on that.

Before Sokka could run off again to continue his search, a hand grabbed his arm. One of Arnook’s advisors, Malina, had started dragging him towards the podium.

“Do you not realize how late you are for this Sokka? The ceremony was supposed to begin with your speech nearly an hour ago-” she hissed at him as she pulled him along through the crowd.

“Malina I’m sorry but I really need to speak with Arnook it is urgent-”

“This damn speech of yours is what’s urgent right now Sokka, you can speak with Arnook later but the guests are getting antsy so you need to give your speech right. Now.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Maline shoved Sokka towards the podium and suddenly all eyes were on him. Every guest in attendance had their focus solely on Sokka."

homeboy is stressed in this scene. things are slowly going to shit in this chapter. i promise i will update this before the end of the year. i swear. im so sorry.

from a currently untitled jetko/sukka boiling rock fic:

"“Oh good, you survived after all,” She said in a mocking tone.

Jet didn’t answer. He knew anything he said would be used against him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was happening. But he would be damned if he showed that weakness in front of the fire nation.

“I was told you were more talkative than this,” the girl mused. There was something familiar about her, “my informants were very detailed when discussing your little teashop romance.”

I knew it. Jet snarled in his mind, That bastard betrayed me."

i want this fic to be a little darker but idk how good i am at writing darker fics because i love fluff and humor too much. this could be good angst practice for me.

from a toph and sokka fic that i wrote a while back to help me cope w some shit that i dont know if ill ever post:

"“Sokka? Are you still there?” Toph asked, the slightest hint of concern began to slip into their voice

“Tell me a story,” he was trembling. Despite all of his efforts to sound calm, he knew his voice came out trembling and scratchy and pathetic-

“Is everything okay? You don’t sound too hot,” Toph said through the phone.

Breathe, Sokka, breathe. You don’t want them to be worried, you just need to calm down.

“Please, Toph, I just,” he said through shaky breaths that weren’t nearly deep enough for him to be getting enough oxygen, “I just need a distraction. I just need to hear your voice okay?”"

nonbinary toph anyone?

from a 10 things i hate about you kataang and zukka au:

"“What? Something on my face?” the guy asked deadpanned. He rubbed at his scar as if he were wiping off a smudge of mustard, and Aang’s face went pale.

“Stop scaring the sophomores Zuko, this one’s new. He won’t get your… humor… just yet,” Ms. Wu said as she waved Aang off again.

“I’m hurt that you’d imply I’m not funny, Wu. I’m hilarious,” the senior, Zuko, said as he walked past Aang.

Aang let out a sigh of relief knowing that this Zuko guy didn’t seem all that offended by his awkwardness, and darted out of the room."

zuko is a little shit part 2. the amount of sarcasm i have dripping off of heath ledger zuko is glorious. let zuko be a little shit. i havent added to this in months but when i finish some of my other wips i cant wait to get back to this.

i have more wips and drafts saved but none of them have anything juicy or funny or interesting yet because all of them are like less than three pages so far

but yeah, heres a good chunk of sneaky peakys from my wips!

I hope you liked them!

anyone who wants to do this can totally go for it. imma tag @ambykinns @lumities and @flowers-inthepieshop (only if you all want too!!) because this was fun :)

[kiriluvbot]

lvr boy

todoroki has a rough day, and sero attempts to make him feel better. both boys figure out that distractions aren’t always the answer to emotional distress.

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han !!: hey shou i saw u leave dinner early are u ok?

shou <3: yeah, just a bit drained. sorry i left without saying anything.

han !!: hun u don’t need to apologize, i jus wanna make sure ur doin ok !!

han !!: is there anything i can do?

shou <3: come over ?

han !!: u bet, On my way!

han !!: ive got an idea to cheer u up bb

and that’s how hanta sero got to be hanging from his tape on the rafters directly outside shouto todoroki’s room, over his balcony.

han !!: i’m outside <3

don’t ask him how the physics works; he doesn’t know either. hanta imagined what it must be like to be the fictional american hero, spiderman, and tried to stick his tape from the most secure place on the roof and dangled downward, getting into position as fast as he could so he’d be ready when shouto peeled open the door leading to his balcony.

except he hadn’t exactly said he would be on the balcony.

and it’s cold outside. hanta shivers as a rush of wind sends him waving like a flag outside shouto’s room. he feels more and more ridiculous the longer he sits—dangles?— here, with all the blood rushing to his head. what's taking shouto so long?

inside, shouto is peering into the hall, looking for a familiar head of dark hair. he’s tired. he needs hanta to be able to properly recharge. he misses hanta. he sort of wants to cry, sort of wants to melt into the floor, sort of wants hanta to sweep him up and make him forget everything else in the world.

he frowns when he finds no one outside his door. “hanta?”

where is he?

shouto glances over his shoulder, at the doors leading to his balcony, at the thick curtains blocking out the moonlight.

surely not...

but it’s hanta, and he had said he’d be outside. hanta comes up with the craziest ideas sometimes. but how could he have gotten out there?

shouto shakes his head once, crosses the room with apprehension. pulling back the curtain, shouto nearly jumps out of his skin at the sight of hanta sero outside his door, hanging upside down with a tight grip on his tape, the widest, goofiest smile on his face.

shouto slides open the door, the rush of cool wind sending goosebumps crawling over his skin. even being this close to hanta makes him stand up a little taller, already absorbing energy to start recharging. he’s a magnet. hanta is a ball of pure, unhinged light and love. hanta is a source of comfort, a place to come home to. shouto can’t stop his growing smile as it mirrors hanta’s own.

“there you are,” shouto breathes. that overwhelming weight that just kept building through the day starts to lay off, little by little.

“how’s this for a surprise?” hanta’s waving a bit in the wind. his cheeks, nose, and ears are dusted pink. inky black hair waves with him, curling at the ends. his eyes are dark pools full of stars, full of adoration, full of mischief.

shouto could—should—kiss him.

“i’m always surprised with you, hanta,” shouto says, laughing lightly as he steps out of his room, bare feet on the wood of the balcony. they’re close to eye level, and shouto raises his hands, almost unsure, and presses them to hanta’s grinning cheeks.

“gotta keep my boy on his toes, you know?” hanta tries to lean in the closer shouto gets like a moth to a flame, curious eyes searching shouto’s face for any tells of fatigue, of sickness, of sadness. he only finds sleepy awe. “gotta change things up every now and then.”

the two toned boy plants a ghost of a kiss to hanta’s forehead. it’s not enough. “this must be a spiderman thing,” shouto muses. “i know how much you like that guy.”

“naturally. he’s the coolest,” hanta giggles at that, and shouto’s fractured heart starts to mend. his cracked facade from spending the whole day strung out, anxious for nothing, begins to crumble at his feet. hanta has a knack for pulling shouto completely apart, for piecing him wholly together, for taking the pressure off shouto’s shoulders, even if it’s just for a little while.

“i remember the movie we watched together,” shouto hums, thumbs grazing over hanta’s cheekbones. “there was a scene similar to this, right?”

hanta’s skin burns under his fingers. shouto watches his adam’s apple dip as he swallows. “something like it, yeah.”

shouto meets his eye, recognizes that mischievous look flickering over his features. he chases the light, takes in every single detail of hanta’s face, every detail he has memorized like constellations at this point, every detail he wants to place a kiss to, every detail he never gets tired of.

then, shouto gets on his tippy toes and tilts forward, holding hanta’s face, and kisses his lover boy, slow and sweet. it’s strange kissing someone upside down, but hanta kisses him back like he’s been anxiously waiting for it to come, like he’ll never get enough.

it’s not enough.

when shouto pulls back, hanta is smiling again, dizzy and red faced. in a single, fluid movement, hanta flips and releases the hold on his tape. he lands, steady on his feet in front of shouto, wind blown hair framing his face like a priceless painting. his grin, his pure, radiating joy and goodness outshines the moon, as if the sun instead resides inside his chest.

he’s too good for me.

hanta’s eyes widen as shouto takes his reddening hands and kisses those, too. kisses his palms. his knuckles. shouto has always loved hanta’s hands; clever and sneaky hands, sure and gentle hands.

he knows the patterns of hanta’s hands like the back of his own, knows the life lines, the callouses, the old scar between his middle and pointer finger knuckles. he knows the pattern of all his moles and freckles and the way they creep up his arms, up his neck, down his chest like a fairy danced to their favorite song over his skin.

after a sharp intake of breath, hanta asks, “are you alright, shou?”

not really. i’m asking for a distraction. do you think a distraction will make it all go away? all this pressure on my chest?

the sincerity of his voice causes shouto to stop in his tracks.

i didn't sleep well at all. i had a nightmare about failing the hero course. i was late to class.

he looks up, blue and gray falling on gravitational black.

i got a 60 on our history test today and i locked myself in the bathroom for three minutes trying to remind myself it’s just one single test.

hanta’s smile is dipping.

bakugo was yelling more than usual. aizawa and iida both told me i was off my game. i spilled my drink in my lap at lunch.

he grips shouto’s fingers and pulls him closer. always closer.

i had to cancel my plans with my mom this friday to retake the test i bombed. i cried after we got off the phone.

shouto has to tilt his head up. hanta sure has gotten tall.

he feels childish trying to explain why literally nothing had gone his way today, why every small thing made him want to curl up and cry for hours. “just—today was a bit overwhelming. everything going wrong and getting too loud, you know? but i’m feeling better.”

now that you’re here.

when hanta leans into his space again, shouto unconsciously warms up the air around them.

“do you wanna talk about it?”

my coffee spilled over the edge of the cup this morning and hurt my fingers and i had to sit on the floor for six and a half minutes trying to suck the tears back into my eyes.

“not really,” shouto answers. it’s not a lie.

“you’re sure?”

his breath is warm on shouto’s face, eyes wide and sincere.

“i’m sure.”

if we talk about it i’m almost certain i’ll cry again.

hanta seems to buy it. his lip ticks upward just a notch. that curiosity turns sly as he releases shouto from his hold, as his hands dance up and over the shorter boy’s shoulders, over his shoulder blades, down his spine.

“totally sure?”

the space between is no space and too much all at once. it’s not enough.

“absolutely sure.” just kiss me already, you maniac.

finally, finally, hanta’s lips find his own, right side up and certain. stars explode in shouto’s chest, behind his eyes. supernova as his fingers dip into hanta’s hair, as he melts under the attention and contact, on his tippy toes.

all too soon, hanta pulls back, humming all the while. shouto nearly pouts at the loss until hanta dips down, those searching hands taking shouto’s thighs.

oh.

the smaller boy squeaks, though he’ll always deny it later, as hanta picks him up and wraps shouto’s legs around his waist.

oh.

he’s… carrying him.

this is new.

“we’re goin’ inside,” is the only explanation hanta offers. his head whips back up in a flurry of glittering hair and a puckish grin. always glittering. always grinning.

shouto holds on tightly, arms around around hanta’s shoulders. he keeps his mouth shut for fear of saying something completely stupid. hanta is talking, though shouto’s been too focused on the muscles of his back beneath his hands to really know what he said. his chin presses into shouto’s collar. shouto wishes it were his lips instead. god.

still holding on to shouto, with those goddamn hands on shouto’s thighs—i’m gonna die—hanta shuts the door and closes the curtain like he’s seen shouto do a thousand times during his nightly shut in routine. shouto considers asking to be let down but—but his hands on his thighs—i’m gonna die, i’m gonna die, this is where it ends—

hanta’s shampoo smells like grapefruit. his hair brushes shouto’s cheek. he wants to bury his face in it, wants to move it to the side and explore every freckle dusting his smooth skin, wants to kiss every single place he can reach—good god, he’s gonna die.

then, incredibly, horribly, boldly, hanta sits at the edge of shouto’s bed. he readjusts so shouto is sitting properly in his lap, legs still wrapped around his waist. those goddamn hands slide down the sides of shouto’s thighs, over the fabric of his pajama shorts, just barely grazing exposed skin, like hanta knows. shouto lifts his head from the crook in hanta’s neck to finally get a good look at him in this soft lighting.

hanta’s cheeks are still painted pink.

there’s so much contact. broad shoulders beneath his hands. solid chest if he drags his hands down. narrow waist if he goes even further, strong abs from swinging through the air and keeping his balance. his hands on shouto’s thighs.

any and all rational thoughts shouto may have had exit stage right.

“this okay?” he asks.

shouto responds with a single nod of his head. he’s distracted, alright.

that’s a good enough answer for hanta. the raven haired boy pressed forward once again, closing the gap, aiming for shouto’s lips but landing right next to them. shouto can feel his smile against his skin. his chest is tight, his fingers subconsciously twisting the ends of hanta’s wavy hair.

everything slows down.

“there’s a dimple here when you smile, you know?” hanta murmurs, a cold pointer finger tapping the spot just to the left of his mouth. he kisses that spot. it’s horribly and surprisingly tender, plucking shouto’s weakened heart strings. “have i ever told you how much i love that dimple?”

“i don’t think so.” his head tilts back.

his lips dip beneath shouto’s jaw. “what about this? surely i’ve told you how much i love this.” his kiss is warm, his laughter tickling as he says, “the freckles here look like the little dipper.”

shouto’s eyes flutter closed as lips press under his ear.

“the little dipper, hm?”

hanta hums and shouto can feel it vibrate through his chest. he pulls back a bit, brings shouto’s scarred hero-in-training hands up to his lips and kisses all ten fingers, all ten knuckles, slowly, making sure not to skip a single one.

“and your hands,” hanta murmurs, thumb rubbing circles on the soft part of shouto’s palm. “i love how capable and powerful they are, how you can create and destroy, how you still choose to be gentle.” a kiss touches down on his right palm, a strike through his heart. the sweetness makes shouto’s teeth ache.

there’s a smirk in his voice when hanta speaks again. “and these,” he says, breath startling warm and close to shouto’s collarbones, peeking out of his t-shirt. fingers dip into the fabric, pulling down just a bit. shouto sucks in a breath as lips land true on the bone. “always wanted to kiss you here, you know?”

what took you so long to do it?!

the part of shouto’s brain that was working to create coherent thoughts is in system shut down mode. he basks under the attention, under the light, under the worship of hanta sero, of his boyfriend, of his best friend. he basks and he melts, completely unsure of how to take it, how to accept it.

“and this—“ there’s a small birthmark at the very base of shouto’s neck hanta has wanted to kiss since they were first years. so he does. “love this here.”

every single bit of you, shouto todoroki.

there’s a pause that makes shouto open his eyes and search for hanta.

the taller boy could carry on all night, reaching out for every small inch of shouto todoroki that he’s in love with and explaining exactly why he loves each minuscule detail of it, but he pauses.

shouto’s brows dip, hesitant.

hanta came here to make sure he was okay.

he holds the gaze of the boy in his lap, of the boy he’s loved since he was fifteen, of the boy he’ll love until he passes on from this world to the next. there’s a blurry daze in his blue and gray eyes, but an ever deeper exhaustion pulls at all his edges. hanta can sweep shouto off his feet left and right, tell him all these lovely things and kiss him until he can’t see straight, but those things are merely temporary distractions.

i’m alright, i promise.

he tilts his head, and his smile is almost sad.

you’re not alright, i saw it in the way you tapped your foot in class, the way you pressed your icy fingers into your forehead, the way you avoided your table at lunch. i saw it in the way you were completely silent during practice, the way you wouldn’t engage in banter with bakugo, the way you couldn’t seem to sit still at dinner. i saw it in the way you left early, in the hectic, cracked state you were in when i got here, when you opened the door.

“hanta?” his voice cracks. shouto thinks, i don't deserve this affection. this appreciation. not from someone as good as you. you deserve—someone who isn’t ready to sob when you tell him you love something about him. hanta—

hanta presses his hand flat against shouto’s chest—no, his heart. he sees the way shouto chews on the inside of his cheek, the way his multicolored lashes flutter.

“i love you here, shouto,” hanta says. “when everything is too much and too loud. when you feel like nothing is going your way, when a split coffee cup feels like the end of the world.”

shouto’s lip purses, blinking furiously. his hands twist into the front of hanta’s shirt as the smaller boy falls forward, collapsing onto hanta’s shoulder with little grace.

“‘m sorry,” is the only thing shouto can muster.

hanta wraps an arm around him, pulls him as close as they can get. his lips press to shouto’s temple, to the stray strands of ruby locks there. “you don’t need to apologize, shou.” his shirt collar is wet. “sometimes… sometimes you just need to talk, you know? you need to let it out instead of leaving it unchecked.”

shouto’s heart pounds against hanta’s chest.

“you asked for a distraction. i should be saying sorry for getting all sappy,” hanta kisses his temple again, feels shouto’s shoulders begin to shake.

shouto laughs at that, small and weak and breathless. i needed to hear it. more than i thought i did. more than you know.

in truth, today isn’t the only awful day the two toned boy has had recently. it’s been every single day, one after the other, but he refused to acknowledge how tired and just plain sad he felt. he thought that if he pulled hanta into his bedroom and closed his eyes, it would go away with time.

and then the coffee burnt his fingers this morning.

that was the final shove. the final push to send shouto hurtling over the edge, stressed and strung out and overwhelmed. he just needs a break. a healthy, peaceful break that doesn’t involve reaching too far or doing something he might regret. he needs to plug in and recharge, to lay it all out on the table and sort through his troubles, to piece himself back together and get back to normal.

hanta hugs him tighter.

and now his resolve and control is cracking and spilling out, through his veins and his bones, through his heart and his eyes. he holds onto hanta like his life depends on it, letting it all out, finally giving in, finally letting go. distraction wasn’t the answer; he could only forget for so long, as more things piled on until it crushed him.

sometimes the world is too much, too loud.

shouto cries into hanta’s shoulder until there's nothing left. until he feels at peace. until he falls asleep in hanta’s arms.

he dreams of hanta with cherry blossoms in his hair, that same glittering grin on his face.

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*drops this and runs a thousand miles in the other direction”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29825064

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Scars: Year five, Chapter nine

Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: Alcoholics, mentions of blood, yelling, cursing

Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes,

But it's the only thing that I know

Sirius downed another shot of vodka as James pulled Y/n up to dance. His cheerful banter was broken for only a split second at Y/n's grimace by Sirius's actions, his smile plastered back again as she turned.

Remus spared a glance at Y/n as he danced gracefully with Mare, his sister looked beautiful that day, her dress had a simple layout but the sleeve atop had small, almost unnoticeable, pink fabrics layering up to the collar. Mare had earlier told her it was part of a dress her sister used to have before the accident.

Mare laughed as Remus spun her around and smiled as he dipped her with a flourish.

As the song finished James pulled Y/n over to where Remus was standing, gently presenting the flushed girl to him with a caress of his hand and a wiggle of his brows. Y/n looked dizzy and tipsy in a way, in Remus's opinion, and she looked beautiful in the dress Mare had gotten her to wear.

The bridesmaids, Y/n and two of Mares other friends, all had to wear light periwinkle dresses. They were feathery and easy to move around in and they dropped down just above her knees. Mare had also added greyish colored shawls to them and a pair of elbow length gloves the same color.

Remus slipped an arm around her waist as she attempted to find balance and he quickly, but carefully, navigated her over to the chairs with their names. _____________________________

He guided a glass of water up to her mouth with an easy hand and watched as she gulped half of it down before he took it away. " C'mon, time to get you to bed. Wait, Love who're you staring at?"

Remus moved onto his elbows beside the girl and looked at where her eyes were trained.

A man, who looked to be in his thirties, with short brown hair and e/c eyes stood outside of the Lupin's house door and was talking politely with his mother and father, gesturing towards the two teens seated at the couch. After a moment of their talking Hope pulled the door open and gave him a polite smile, inviting him inside.

Y/n shuddered inadvertently against the cold wind and pulled Remus's coat closer over her shoulders as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

The man came into the light and took a seat on the couch beside Y/n, Remus noticed the similarities between the two immediately.

She had his eyes, his jawline and the same smile his face that glowed up with sight of her.

Hope gently handed Y/n a cup of tea as she sat down on the other side of Remus, looking intently at the only other female in the room.

" Y/n this is your-"

" I know who he is."

She diverted her eyes from the man and looked down, taking a sip from her tea. Without looking up, she said, " Why's he here?"

Hope's face morphed into confusion at her question and she found herself stuttering out the answer.

" To t-take you home dear."

She finally spared another glance upward at him, her face a mask of neutral emotions and her eyes cold and skeptical. The teen locked eyes with him and kept his gaze as she took another sip of her tea, Remus's arm steady over her shoulder as he squeezed it reassuringly.

She looked upwards at Remus, her head tilted upward to meet his eyes, searching for something in them, anything to show his feelings on the matter. His eyes showed a positive attitude as he squeezed her shoulder again and pulled her close to his chest, dropping a chaste kiss to her forehead and moving his lips to her ear as she nuzzled her head into his neck.

" What'd you think I should do?"

" You haven't seen him in years Y/n, you should take this opportunity."

" I won't be able to see you though..."

" His house might be near James', I can always go over there and visit if you'd like."

" What if something happens?"

" You can always come back here love."

Y/n broke apart from the whispered discussion and turned to see the man, his elbows on knees leaning forward and brows furrowed as he looked back and forth between the two.

The man reached a hand up and pawed at his forehead as he stared at the boy holding his daughter.

" And- Who exactly are you in this story kid, and why did you just, do whatever it was you did?"

Remus launched forward immediately and leaned upwards, extending his left hand while simultaneously keeping Y/n close as to not drop her from the sudden movement while she buried her head in the collar of his shirt.

The man accepted his hand automatically and shook it as he gave Remus a once over, glaring lightly at the hold he had on his child.

" Remus Lupin sir, Y/n's boyfriend of four months, her best friend of six years sir."

Remus's face displayed a smile as he shook the man's extended hand, wincing at the amount of pressure being put on it. The brown haired man gave the boy a smile and moved his gaze back over to his grip on Y/n. His normally soft eyes hardened and Remus was quick to release her. ________________________________

Remus stood in the doorway as he watched Y/n put her trunk in the car's boot with a thump.

She turned around and glanced at her father before he nodded. The teen walked up the walkway and met Remus by the door, hooking her arms into the pockets of his jacket where his arms lay, lacing their fingers together. She pulled his forward lightly and he unlaced their fingers, instead opting to pull her closer while simultaneously slipping a hand to the dip of her back, dipping her backwards with a flourish. Her arm came up to his neck and she stared into his eyes, their noses mere centimeters apart.

His voice came out husky and low and filled with love.

" I'll miss you Y/n. Make sure to come back to either mine or James' if you need anything mi amore."

He smiled down at her with a simple, bashful smirk and Y/n laughed at him lightly, shaking her head.

" You always loved your Italian..."

She sniffled and Remus pulled her back up, slamming his lips against hers full force before she let go.

As the female closed her door Remus could've sworn he'd heard her say 'Until we meet again.'

If only he had know the exact date he would next see her, he wouldn't've let her leave. ______________________________

" What do you see in him Y/n?"

" He makes me happy, he makes me feel loved F/n."

" Yeah but, what makes you love him? I'm not criticizing you or anything I'm just curious kid."

" What makes me love him is the fact that he's been here with me ever since I was eleven and didn't know what to do, he stuck by me when I was sad and didn't get mad when I was the same, he showed me love and respect and he showed me that he cared by staying through it all. I know that my memory isn't all that perfect right now but I remember that much."

The man bit his lower lip in thought, his hands gripping the pickup trucks steering wheel tighter, before he nodded his head and turned down a familiar road she'd seen so many times before.

" Okay then, I respect that." ________________________________

Y/n's P.o.V.

" F/N YOU CAN'T JUST IGNORE THEM ANY LONGER AND YOU KNOW THAT!"

" I KNOW THAT M/N BUT I CAN'T STAY HERE ANY LONGER!"

" Just one more night F/n. One more night to explain and let them choose."

Liz came over and cradled my head to her chest while we tried to block out the noises of our parents. This was a weekly occurrence so it wasn't hard for us to block it out, it was no use trying to listen in anymore anyways. We knew what they always argued about, Me, Liz, the house, our schooling, Liz's condition, auntie Candy, auntie Angeline.

" Come on Y/n, let's try to lay dow-'

Screams.

Screams were what erupted from the hallway, a masked man shoved into the room we were in. He had our mum in a choke hold and kept on kicking her, punching her, slashing her as we-

" Y/n? You okay kid?"

" Oh, yeah, yeah I'm okay. Just thinking."

He leaned forward and went to shuffling the cards again, passing me ten of them where I laid them down atop the same glass table we used to play garbage at when we were younger.

I arranged the ten cards in two rows face down on my side of the table as he did the same. Then I picked a card up from the good pile and looked down at it.

7 of Ace.

I traded out that card for the one in place of the facedown seven card and placed the new one there, looking at the one previously in place.

3 of Diamonds.

I kept on switching cards until I got a blasted 7 again.

F/n snorted and flicked the card from my fingers with a snap, taking it for place on his arrangement.

We went on this way until I filled up my deck thrice and he gave in.

He stood up and grabbed our glasses.

" We ran out of tea kid, let's go back in before you kick my ass."

Since when do you curse? You never cursed while I knew you.

" Yeah, yeah okay. No. No F/n no, I'll get the notebook, you go and try to find something else to do."

I turned around and took the pen from his hand before I dropped it on the counter beside him. The house wasn't fancy, it wasn't big or small, but it was a house. He grew up on a farm when he had been a boy so naturally, we live on the ranch with him too.

We.

I'm stupid.

We don't live here anymore, mum and Liz are dead.

I stumbled, almost dropping the notebook in my hand. An arm came to rest on my side as I tried to find my footing again. " You okay Y/n? This stuff's been happening all week, you've been spacing out and stumbling everywhere."

" Well, in my defense I am very clumsy and I space out a lot."

A shallow, hollow and numb, laugh cascaded my lips seamlessly as he eyed me with concern.

" Yeah, I forgot, you wouldn't know. Y'know, seeing as you've been in and out of my life since I was seven. Mostly out."

I turned and looked at him, my face neutral as he gaped at me, his face saddened.

I spun around on my heel and stood on my tippy-toes to grasp the tea kettle.

" This is how it goes F/n you can't just expect to randomly walk back into my life without complications. If you did, then you've expected someone else's kid."

" Y/n, you know I didn't mean to. Me and your mother just, had some differences to sort out."

I turned and glared at him with a heated passion, my voice coming out cold and with snide.

" No, you can't keep using mum as an excuse. She's dead, I watched her die and you, what did you do? You sat with a knife in your leg and stared at her as she was beaten bloody and killed. So do me a favor, and don't bring her up okay."

I figure I went a bit too harsh on him but that doesn't really matter.

What matters is the fact that he's using his dead divorced wife as an excuse for leaving me.

" I didn't realize taking care of a teenager would be this hard..."

" You realize that just because I'm walking to my bedroom, that doesn't mean I can't still hear you right." ________________________ Yeah Yeah Yeah, I know this is really frigin short but uh, I have my own reasons for the shortness of it. Just be glad, I could've made it as short as I am. ______________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food, take screen breaks and remember You Are loved! ^ - ^

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Hullo! I really love your writing, and I saw that you got a bad things happen bingo! I really love both Ed and Dazai, so I was wondering if I could request something for both of them? Maybe tied to a pole with Ed, and human shield with Dazai?? If two requests is too much, could you please do Ed? Thanks ☺️☺️❤️

Heyoo! I can do both! I have the Ed one ready now, and then I’ll do the Dazai one later! ^^ I might do some of the other stories first though--- I hope that’s okay! 

Again, this became an actual one-shot. A drabble isn’t usually 2000 words, ya know. But it was fun to write! And I’m actually really happy with the outcome!

The whole “tied to a pole” prompt was a bit unspecific to me, but here’s what I made of it:

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Roy grit his teeth, fists clenching tightly. They all knew that the court martial’s verdict was bullshit, that the Mayor of this godless town in the south-of-nowhere was out for revenge. The humiliation of having been corrected on the history of his own town in the middle of a speech was too much for his wounded ego. The fact that representatives of the military from several other districts were present at the time, had only amplified the effects.

If Edward had only kept his mouth shut. If he hadn’t been such a bratty know-it-all, then Roy and his unit would have been on the train heading back to Central right now. They wouldn’t be standing in a crowd of people, watching as their youngest teammate was fighting his restraints, hard-handedly being escorted to the flogging pole.

The masses that had gathered to observe the disciplinary action was mixed. Some whooped and laughed, pointing while cheering for the administrator, while others turned away in outrage and disgust the moment they saw Edward’s minuscule stature and automail arm. 

“It’s just a child,” a woman behind Roy gasped, and Roy lowered his head, rubbing at his eyes.

‘I know!’ he thought. 

As the guards tried to attach Edwards’s cuffs to the pole, a wave of laughter spread through the crowd. Roy snapped his attention back to the stage, where it became apparent that Edward was too short to reach. The ropes they would tie him to weren’t long enough. 

“Yeah, go figure! They’re not meant for a child!” Havoc heckled but was quickly shut up by a sharp elbow to the side from Riza. Roy sent him a venomous glare.

“Leave it,” he hissed. “This is just for show. He can handle a few lashes. If we leave here on a bad note, we will all be court-martialed once we get back to Central.” 

Havoc scoffed. “It’s such bullshit,” he muttered, relighting his cigarette.

“I agree, but our mission was to kiss some ass and make good relations. Fullmetal did the opposite of that, and now he’s facing the consequences.” The words left a foul taste in Roy’s mouth, but it was the truth. All he had asked of the vertically challenged knucklehead, was to smile and nod as they paraded him around like a show pony. 

Eventually, someone had produced a crate from somewhere, which they placed Edward on top of. The teen was fuming with embarrassment and rage.

The large crowd settled as the Mayor walked ceremoniously to the front of the stage, unrolling a scroll and cleared his throat. 

“For the crime of breaching military code, I hereby sentence Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist to one hundred lashes,” he spoke loudly. The collective horror from the audience made him pause, however.

Something heavy settled in Roy’s stomach and he felt his knees start to wobble.

“That’s too much---” Riza gawked, aghast. The moment it had been said, Roy, Havoc and Breda had all bolted towards the stage, leaving Riza, Fuery, and Falman behind. The three exchanged glances, before rushing after them.

“That is outrageous!” Roy shouted as a guard blocked his path. “He can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds!”

“A lash per pound then,” the Mayor chuckled spitefully and glanced to where Edward was still fighting his bonds.

“That amount of lashes will kill him!” Fuery chimed in soon after, out of breath. “A man should optimally only receive fifty lashes a day, but a child his size---”

“Preposterous!”

“Barbarians!”

The crowd roared in outrage.

“-would likely not withstand more than twenty, maybe thirty---” Fuery was stopped by a hand covering his mouth. He glared back at Falman.

“Yes. As he said, twenty,” Falman inquired vigorously. 

The Mayor’s eyes hovered over the audience, furious fists being thrown in the air and voices pleading for mercy for the child. Only a few people still laughed, calling Edward a wimp, a crybaby, and other downgrading names.

Eventually, the Mayor rolled his eyes obviously and strolled back to the centerstage. He cleared his throat in an overexaggerating matter.

“On account of the kindness in my heart, I will relent to your appeal. I will change the sentence to---” he paused for dramatic effect, bathing in the sea of anticipation as all eyes were directed at him. “-forty lashes!”

“That’s still too much!” Havoc directed at Roy, eyes begging for him to do something. But all Roy could do was to shrug and shake his head gloomily.

“There’s nothing I can do. We need to be aligned with this asshole, no matter how much of a self-absorbed jerk he is.”

Havoc still argued. “But Furey said twenty lashes, and he raised it back to forty!”

“If we don’t accept this more ‘reasonable’ punishment, I’m afraid they might go back to a hundred and I’ll have to blow the tops off their heads off,” Riza joined in, hand resting instinctively by her holster. 

Their discussion was cut short at the sound of leather singing through the air, followed by the sickening noise of it smacking across flesh. The muffled groan Edward bit back made them all turn. 

The already scarred back had a glowing, red welt across the shoulder blades, and Edwards’s hands grasped at the ropes binding him to the pole as they shook by the effort of holding him up on his tippy toes. The thin scar tissue around his shoulder port was already bloodied.

Again, the flogger danced as the guard raised his hand anew and brought the spiked tip back across the feeble spine. The Mayor counted loudly as each stroke was delivered.

The seventh lash broke Edward’s skin. Crimson red merging with perspiration, running down his back and leaving small puddles of blood around his feet. As the punishment went on, his flesh broke more and more. On the seventeenth blow, the tip of the whip lodged itself underneath the plating of his automail arm.

As it was forced back out, the metal plating visibly shifted, grinding into Edward’s bones. That was the first time Edward broke his stubborn silence and let an agonizing cry cut through him. He threw his head back, revealing that he had bit his bottom lip bloody and cursed at them loudly. His body was spasming, if it was because of the flogging or the automail was hard to tell, but it was heartwrenching to witness nevertheless.

When the twentieth hit was dealt, the crowd had gone silent. A few had left, and Riza had her back turned, unable to take it any longer. She assessed her superior’s face solemnly. Roy’s eyes were dangerously narrow, and his jaw was set tight, telling her that he struggled to compose himself.

Edward had gone completely quiet behind her. The only sound that cut through the grave silence was the swishing of the whip and faint occasional moans.

As the Mayor got ready to declare the thirty-first lash, a brisk baritone voice spoke up.

“That’s enough!”

The man giving the lashes paused for a moment and looked questioningly at his superior. The Mayor glared at Roy for a moment.

“I will stop this now, if your unruly subordinate offer me a formal appology,” he smirked boastfully. 

Roy took a step forward and Riza had to keep herself from instinctively grabbing at his arm.

“With all due respect,” Roy bit, with evident sarcasm bleeding through his words, “even if he had been conscious to offer you his apologies, I would refuse to let him after your reckless, thoughtless behavior. A teenager wounding your ego is not punishable by death, nor near death. If it was, I swear Fullmetal would be administered floggings daily by myself!” Roy’s voice rose slightly, even if he was now standing only a few feet away from the podium, glaring up at the pompous man.

The Mayor assessed him lazily, arms crossed and nose raised. 

“I- I can take it,” came weakly from behind him. Simultaneously, Roy and the Mayor’s heads snapped towards the fragile voice.

Quivering feet were trying to get purchase on the wooden crate, the exhausted body swayed limblessly back and forth as he failed to keep his balance. The bright fresh blood still seeped through the several ugly lacerations crisscrossing over his sunkissed back at an alarming rate. 

“Fullmetal---” Roy disputed softly, but Edward shook his head.

“No! I can take it!” a newly found strength reached his tone. “I’m not some scrawny kid! If I can do an adult’s work, I can take an adult’s punishment!”

Edward had to pause as a few painful coughs wrecked through his weary form, robbing him of his newfound energy. A raspy intake followed, before he was ready to speak again. 

“So, just do it,” he croaked, barely above a whisper. “Give me forty, fifty, a hundred. I don’t care. Just get it over with so I can be done with this piece of shit job and go back home to my brother.” 

With a defiant stubbornness, Roy kept his stance with folded arms and looked venomously at the Mayor as he signaled for the punishment to continue. It proceeded with absolute silence, an uncomfortable aura spreading over the onlookers. Accusing and disapproving stares were cast at the man who had administered each lash. Edward had eventually given up on keeping his feet under him and hung motionlessly from the ties as the last lash hit him. 

The relieved sigh as the Mayor declared the fortieth blow was elevating. Low murmurs and quiet conversations filled the streets as the crowd thinned, and people got on with their lives, undoubtedly discussing whether or not they would want to keep such a heartless Mayor in the upcoming election.

The administrator reached to untie Edward’s wrist, but Roy skipped up on stage and demanded to do it.

Gingerly, he undid the first knot, carefully placing his arm under Edward’s to keep him from falling. Edward hissed from the contact, and Roy apologized bashfully. As he unraveled the second not, he let Ed slide down and rest on his lap.

Roy held him tightly, supporting his back with one arm while brushing strands of hair away from his face with the other. Golden half-lidded eyes peered tiredly up at him.

“I’m sorry,” Edward muttered weakly, shamefully scrunching his eyebrows together. Roy mimicked the expression in confusion.

“What? What do you have to be sorry about? You took your punishment like a champ!”

“I ruined the job,” Edward uttered quietly, straining to keep his torn bottom lip from wobbling. “They’re not gonna be our allies after this, all because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut.”

The surprised scoff that tore its way through Roy’s throat startled them both. Roy’s hand kept brushing through the unruly mop of golden locks affectionately.

“He was an asshole anyway, Fullmetal. There’s no way anyone will elect him for another term after this display. Maybe a potential new Mayor was in the crowd today, watching as you took this unfair punishment with your head held high. If anything, you’ve might increase our chances of aligning with them.”

Those large, brilliant eyes widened as he looked up on him, making Roy smile fondly.

“You really think so?” Ed asked in awe, gripping at Roy’s sleeve to make him stop petting his head.

The colonel chuckled lowly, shifting a little, signaling that he was getting ready to get up.

“Yeah, I do,” he confirmed as he finally lifted Ed off the ground. Edward winched, and his grip on the older man’s sleeve grew tighter. They passed the Mayor without a word. 

A few feet away, the rest of their unit stood. Havoc was holding Ed’s red coat and delicately placed it over Edward’s trembling form as they turned to leave.

“You made me really proud today, d’you know that?” Roy murmured silently.

“Really?” a hoarse croak answered from the bundle in his arms.

“Yeah, really.”

[prettyboy-parker]

skulls and flowers

starker; tattoo artist!tony x punk fem!peter

warnings: daddy kink

“James! Are you avoidin’ me?”

Tony watches as Bucky stops his trip to the front door to turn and face the source of the question.

“I’d never, doll. You know that.” He responds, crossing his thick, tattooed arms over his chest.

Peter smirks, clearly satisfied with the answer, and pops his red lollipop back in his mouth. Both men can’t help but watch as Peter, with red stained lips, sucks on the candy. The boy is a vision, as he usually is, tiny black shorts and a crop top with the Barbie logo on it as his outfit of choice for the day. His long, milky white legs dangle off the countertop where he’s perched, pink Doc Martens swinging slightly.

“You like what you see, Barnes?” Tony calls out from his work station where he’s cleaning his supplies.

“Daddy!” Peter squeals, curls bouncing ever so slightly. The black jeweled bobby pins do nothing to hold his unruly hair back.

“How could I not?” Bucky quips, winking at the boy as he heads behind the front desk.

Peter rolls his eyes, giving Tony a look. Tony just smirks and goes back to cleaning his work station.

“I’m heading out, boss. See you tomorrow.” Bucky grunts as he shrugs on his leather jacket, opening the glass front doors causing the bell to ring.

“See ya!”

“Bye James!”

Tony thinks Peter calls Bucky by his first name just to annoy him. Of course, Bucky would never say anything, since no one wants to hurt Peter’s feelings.

“Can we go now?” Peter whines, tossing his chewed lollipop stick into the trash can. Surprisingly, it makes it in.

“Attitude.” Tony grunts, wiping the top of his cart with a Clorox wipe.

“Yeah, okay.” Peter huffs and Tony can bet he’s rolling his eyes.

“Excuse me?” The older man asks, looking up at his boy, raising his eyebrows. Peter’s eyes grow wide.

“Sorry daddy!” He squeaks, hopping off the front desk with a thud.

“Damn straight,” Tony mumbles under his breath, standing up to go wash his hands. As the soap and water cascade down his tattooed hands, thin arms wrap around his torso. He laughs as Peter squeezes him tight, pressing his face into Tony’s back.

“Ready to go, baby?” Tony asks, turning around and pressing a kiss to Peter’s temple. The boy nods, unwrapping his arms and skipping to the door. Tony turns the lights off and checks that the store safe is locked before grabbing his leather jacket from the coat rack.

“Did you bring a jacket?” Tony asks Peter, pulling on his crop top gently. Peter shakes his head, looking down at his shoes. Tony makes a tsk tsk noise and drapes his jacket over the boy’s shoulders.

“Thanks!” Peter exclaims, standing on his tippy toes to press a kiss to Tony’s bearded cheek.

“It’s winter, babe. I don’t want you getting sick.” Tony grunts as he wraps his bare arm around Peter’s torso. They walk outside, freezing cold New York air washing over them. Tony stops to lock up shop, Peter trying to drag him home. Tony slips the keys into his pocket, taking one last look at the Iron Man Tattoos and Piercings sign above the door.

“You’re so slow, daddy.” Peter huffs as they walk to their shared apartment. It’s only a few blocks away, neither a car or bike necessary. The fresh air is nice after being cooped up all day.

“Hush, you.” Tony teases, squeezing Peter’s side. Peter sighs and rolls his eyes, but still leans his head on Tony’s chest.

They eventually reach their hole in the wall apartment that they both call home. Tony is glad to finally be in the warmth, rubbing his tattooed arms to speed up the process. Peter is already practically naked, ditching his outfit and shoes as soon as they get inside. He’s left in black panties, a black velvet collar, and Star Wars themed socks. The boy bounds over to Tony, hanging his leather jacket up next to the door, before capturing the man in a kiss. Tony groans and kisses Peter back, gripping his ass and kneading it in his hands. Unfortunately, his boy pulls away.

“Just cuddles tonight, okay?” Peter says, cupping Tony’s cheek in his tiny hand.

Tony may be a little disappointed, since his boy is looking like a snack and he wants to make love to him. But, he’ll manage.

“Yeah. Of course.” Tony replies softly, grazing his lips over Peter’s forehead. He giggles softly, taking Tony’s hand and leading him to the bedroom. Peter jumps onto the bed, snuggling under the covers and adjusting the pillows. Tony kicks off his Vans and wiggles out of his skinny jeans. He pulls his AC/DC shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor in a hurry. He climbs in bed, Peter immediately drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Comfy.” The younger mumbles, snuggling his face into Tony’s chest and wrapping his arms around the older man. Tony chuckles and presses a kiss to his mop of curls.

“Do you want me to put a movie on?” Tony asks softly, running his hand along Peter’s bicep. Peter just shrugs and Tony can tell he’s tired because his eyes are already starting to droop.

“Long day?” He asks, fingers grazing the red carnations that are etched into the boy’s pale skin. Peter nods, pressing a quick kiss to the skull tattoo (done by Tony’s ex-husband) that’s on his chest.

“I love you.” Tony whispers, knowing Peter will be out like a light soon.

“Love you too, Daddy.” Peter mumbles, barely audible. After a long silence, his breathing gets heavier and soon he’s asleep. Tony sits there, tracing the flowers that litter the young man’s arms. Peter looks like an angel, face relaxed and curls splayed out against Tony’s scarred chest. Tony thinks of how much he loves his boy and their future. The sounds of New York traffic soon lull him to sleep, but not before he can mumble,

“I’m going to marry you one day.”

[liquor-and-intellect]

WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP WHERE DO WE GO? H.S. AU part one: bad guy

SUMMARY: Jay is force to be reckoned with. She does what she wants and the consequences aren’t as bad she’d expect. She stays out late, drinks with her friends and sleeps with Kai- who may or may not have a girlfriend.

When Jay meets Harry, her life seems to slow down. Feelings start to slip through the hard exterior that she’s worked so hard to build. She could finally learn to be vulnerable and overcome the scars left by her childhood that she didn’t realize went to deep.

Follows Billie Eilish’s Album.

part one: bad guy

“White shirt now red,

my bloody nose

sleeping, you’re on your tippy toes

Creeping around like no one knows

think you’re so criminal,”

- Billie Eilish

“Oh, my-“

I didn’t let Kai finish his sentence, but instead swallowed his moan. Pressing my mouth against his, I increased the strong rocking of my hips.

As my nose brushed the rough flesh of his, I felt a warm liquid slide across my nostrils, filling my nose with the hint of iron. I broke the contact of our mouths to ask when he groaned.

“I’m about to- I’m-“ Kai released a breath as his body shook beneath mine. His sweaty hands loosening their previously tight grip on my hips. I’m sure they would leave their usual marks. Kai dropped back against the pillows of the bed, his chest rising up and down as he worked on coming down from his high.

I pulled back from him, shifting my weight to his thighs as he caught his breath. “Are you using again?” I asked, wiping the back of my hand across my face to see the red stain of blood that had been dripping from his nose.  

He opened one deep brown eye, obviously irritated that I had ruined the mood of our sexual endeavors. I was never one for pillow talk, he should have known this by now.

Kai sniffled, pushing his index finger against his nose. “Just a bit,” he grumbled.

He didn’t expect me to make any disappointed or upset remarks. It wasn’t our thing. I didn’t really care what he did with his life– and frankly he didn’t really care what I did with mine. This was the extent of mine and Kai’s relationship: mid-day, late night– or anywhere that could be quick and meaningless– sex.

He rubbed his thumb underneath my naval, looking up to meet my eyes. “Do you want me to…?”

Right when I was about to nod my head, we heard the front doorknob turning followed by the familiar sound of someone trying to find the right keys.

“Shit!” Kai sat up quickly, pushing me off in the process. “Get dressed now!”

I didn’t want to argue with him and tell him I was basically already dressed. We had never been in the business of too much foreplay. I smoothed my shirt back down and pulled my jeans up the remainder of my exposed hips.

“Get in the closet,” Kai demanded, and I saw the familiar spark of amusement in his eyes. While he was acting stressed, I knew better than anyone that Kai loved this game. He loved to sneak around, he got off on the excitement of it.

I rose any eyebrow and followed his order, letting him shut the closet door behind me. It wasn’t long before I heard his girlfriend enter the room.

“Kai, what are you doing home so early?”

Tiffany had a small, tender voice. She seemed sweet—at least as sweet as I could tell from her bedroom and apartment she and Kai shared. I also might have looked her up on Facebook once while drunk. I didn’t ever ask about her and Kai never really brought her up. We had a mutual understanding that she stayed out of our relationship as much as possible. I’m sure it was because- deep down- Kai felt guilt for continuing to cheat on his girlfriend. They had been together since high school.

I—on the other hand—had no such feelings on my conscious. I was fine. What I did was just to have some fun.  Kai would cheat on his girlfriend whether I was a part of it or not. That was his personal problem, some deep rooted issue I’m sure he had from an absent father. I had never really been one for drama though. There was nothing that could ever practically come from my relationship with Kai—not that I had even wanted something. Even if I had even believed in love, it definitely would not be with someone like him.

“I came home on my lunch break, babe.”

I rolled my eyes at Kai. He really knew how to play the game. A small part of me felt bad for Tiffany.

Turning around in closet, I ran my hand across the silky shirts that were Tiffany’s. She had nice style, at least.

A bottle caught my eye on the shelf in the corner. Black and sleek. I picked it up, sniffing the top of it. Kai always did smell good when we were together. It reminded me of when we had first met drunkenly in a bar. All my friend had been mixing pills with their drinks and I was desperate to get away from them. Kai was there and very attractive and looked ready to tear the clothes off of any female that looked his way. Luckily, that had woman was me in the backseat of his car.

I spritzed a small amount onto my neck.

The closet door opened.

“She’s gone, Jay.”

His eyes looked at the bottle in my hand, I placed it back where it had been and walked out of the closet, my shoulder brushing his as I went around him.

Kai grabbed my wrist to pull me back to him, using his finger to brush down my cheek. “Now, where were we?” he whispered.

I snorted. “Done.” I reached underneath the bed to grab my shoes. I wonder if Tiffany saw them.

Kai stepped in front of me, blocking my way to the bedroom door. “She’s gone,” he said, his eyes trailing down my neck. “she’s not coming back for at least a couple of hours.”

Placing a hand on his chest, I gave it a friendly pat. “And I have somewhere to be,” I told him.

He puffed his chest in response. He was disappointed but Kai was also a tough guy and would never admit it.

“Where are you going?”

He asked so many questions. “Hell,” I responded.

He chuckled, leaning against the doorway and crossing his arms. “Ah, but you have such a good soul.”

I opened his front door, glancing back at him. The sun was bright and it was hot in Los Angeles in mid-august, I could feel my skin burning already. “Don’t be so cynical,” I yelled back as I closed the door.

My mother was not the proudest.

I tried my best not to give her as many details of my life when she called, I knew they would only disappoint. Which was fine, I totally get it. The little girl that tore your vagina during her grand entrance into the world lives in a small two-bedroom apartment with one roommate and likes to get drunk in her free time when she’s not waiting tables at the local Italian restaurant.

Life was not too shabby if I did say so myself. Sure, I had room to grow up and possibly mature some more. Most of my decisions were borderline questionable, but I’ve learned to lean into the excitement of doing things that caused risk.

My father had been a drughead and unfortunately left us by his own misdoing when he overdosed. I was twelve, mom was depressed, and I did the best to live my life on the fine line of learning to pretend I was okay. Which to some fortune, has turned out okay ten years later.

My thumb pressed ignore on my mother’s call and let the hustling of the bar that we were in blend into the background of my brain as I took another methodical sip of my drink. It was a place that me and my friends liked to attend often—especially on Friday nights when they had local bands playing on the cramped stage.

Currently, a deep raspy voice floated above the delicate strums of an electric guitar. “I’ll be your animal…” he sang. It put chills down my spine, but I pretended to remain unfazed.

I, also, tried not to notice as my roommate slid a pill past her lips and took another sip of her drink.

A groan to my left. “Shit, Jay. Wipe that frown off your face. I swear you’re always so serious.”

I smirked. “And you’re never serious enough.”

Hunter, my other friend accompanying us tonight, was a bundle of hormones and anxiety issues. She was the type of girl to jump on any guy that looked her way but then cried the next day as she wondered if he really thought she was pretty or if he was just faking it.

Of course, what she didn’t realize, is that she was gorgeous. Down to her freckled face and dark auburn hair. She could really be a picky girl if she tried.

“Oh my gosh, I think he’s looking at me. Is he looking at me?” Hunter sat up straighter, smoothing her blouse against the nonexistent wrinkles.

Winnie, my roommate, groaned. “Calm down, your, like, anxiety“-she waved her hand to motion Hunter’s entire body- “is really ruining this chill high I have going on.”

I snorted.

To entertain Hunter and genuinely check- although she wouldn’t admit it because she loves to be mean to her—, Winnie flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder to glance behind her at the mystery man that she was referring to. “Oh yeah, no,” Winnie laughed. “that’s that guy that Jay sleeps with on the reg. What’s his name? Kyle?”

Hunter nodded. “Yeah… he looks like a Kyle.”

“All the douches are Kyles.”

I glanced over Winnie’s shoulder to where Kai was standing with his girlfriend Tiffany. They were happily laughing at something their friend was saying in the corner area of the bar. Kai was nursing a beer in his hand while his other was resting on the small of his girlfriend’s back. Even though his name wasn’t Kyle… damn he really was a douche.

Winnie followed my gaze. “Five bucks says a sister won’t walk over and say hello.”

Hunter gasped. “No… don’t make her do that.”

I downed the rest of my melon Bacardi mixed drink and smiled as I stood from the stool. “Make me do what?” I asked Hunter as I slid away from the countertop.

“Shut up! You, bitch!” Hunter gasped in astonishment, but Winnie only laughed.

Kai saw me approaching before Tiffany did.

He did a really good job at hiding the slight anger in his eyes that lit up when he saw my confident gait. I loved his anger. It looked good on him. Right along with the tight ripped jeans and white shirt.

“Hey, Kai… I thought I saw you over here,” I greeted.

He took a deep breath. He loved the game but he hated that I could play it better. “Jay? Wow, I haven’t seen you in ages. Tiff, babe, this is Jay from work!” He sent her a million-watt smile and gestured to me.

As her eyes took me in, I knew– within that moment– she knew exactly who I was. I became highly aware that I was still wearing his cologne from my endeavors within the closet and that the strong smell of it was oozing off my clothes. It flooded my nostrils and wrapped tentacles around my brain that I knew it must have been doing it to Tiffany as well.

She smiled—softly—regardless. “Nice to meet you.” There was actual sadness in her eyes.

Kai, like the dick he is, did not notice it and gestured to the man that was with them. “This is Harry—but you should know him already, he works with us.” There was a slight panic in his eyes.

Glancing towards the tall man that stood with them, I recognized him as the guy who had previously been singing the haunting melody on stage. His green eyes drank me up and I felt as if we were caught in a dominance battle of who would look away first. I didn’t mind though, he wasn’t bad to look at. Brown curly hair, sharp jaw line, tattoos littering his exposed skin… he was god-like.

I broke first and nodded. “Yeah, of course. I think I’ve seen you around before. We must be in different departments though.” He and I both knew we were not in different departments. And I definitely knew that I hadn’t seen him around before.

Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

I took a deep breath and laid a quick hand on Kai’s arm. “Anyway… I better be going. Nice meeting you, Tiffany.” I quickly excused myself before I could catch their gazes, feeling lingering green eyes trailing my steps as I walked back to the bar. My heart fluttered a bit in my chest.

What the hell was that?

“How did it go?” Winnie asked.

“Well,” I started, waving at the bartender for another drink. “apparently Kai and I are coworkers now.”

Hunter went on about how she almost threw up through that entire confrontation as Winnie argued that there was absolutely no confrontation involved whatsoever. I sat in my uncomfortable stool wondering what the hell was going through my brain and why I felt like Harry’s gaze had left permanent marks.

My phone buzzed in my lap.

It was from Kai.

I am so mad at you but you looked so fucking hot pretending to be my coworker.

My eyebrows furrowed together.

I think I felt guilty.

But then again… maybe not.

“I’m only good at being bad.”

part two

[zetears]

Forget Me Not - Gladiator!Muriel x Apprentice

The Scourge of the South...a gladiator serving directly under Count Lucio. I watched from the sidelines of the ongoing match in the Coliseum. Though, the man up against the Scourge was no match for him. The man bled heavily from various scratches and wounds littered throughout his body. On the other hand, the Scourge was unscathed.

Count Lucio sat upon the seat directly over the Coliseum's arena. A bored expression plastered over his face.

"Hurry up and kill him already!" A bystander yelled from the sidelines.

"Yeah! Get on with it!!' Another proclaimed.

Count Lucio's hand clenched, his brow twitching as his mouth twisted into a grin.

"Well? Don't disappoint the crowd that so eagerly came to see you Scourge!" Count Lucio barked out in a teasing tone.

My eyes turned to face the Scourge, his hulking figure standing a few inches away from the man. He seemed...pained, he hesitated for a moment before lifting his massive weapon over himself and slamming onto the man. A sickening crack echoed throughout the whole arena. Blood splattered over the ground and walls, some over the face and various furs the Scourge wore. Cheers erupted from all corners of the arena, the ground rumbled by the sheer enthusiasm of the crowd.

How can people enjoy this?

Count Lucio seemed pleased at this outcome. The Scourge then begrudgingly began walking back toward the dark chambers of the dungeon beneath the Count.

I scrambled to my feet, rushing after him through the midsts of the heavy crowd. I struggled against them, pushing and clawing my way there until reaching the chambers.

Two guards stood there, their weapons blocking the entrance from the bulging crowd trying to get past. I looked at them, their eyes narrowing over them until they landed on me. I tensed under their gaze, and for some reason...they let me past. They ushered me in, I almost tripped under the sudden step of the pavement as I looked back. The crowd roared, demanding to also be allowed past to no avail.

I gave the guards a sheepish smile, they simply nodded in return. Weird.

My thoughts raced as I reached the cell, another guard stood outside it. They eyed me suspiciously before unlocking the gate.

I grasped the bar, slowly opening it as I stepped inside, the guard entered along with me. I slowly approached the chained man who faced the wall. Upon noticing my presence, the Scourge looked at me with widened eyes before stepping away from me.

"...Go away." He hissed out through gritted teeth.

I flinched, worry crossing over my expression as I tried reassuring him.

"I...I mean no harm."

I clasped my hands together, eyeing him hopefully. Suddenly, I felt my mind haze, a odd sense of familiarity washing over me. I...should know him. Why don't I remember him? I was obviously drawn to him yet...

"I know." He replied in a mummur.

My eyes widened slightly at his response.

"Do...we know each other?"

He stood silent, his visible eye closing for a second before he looked off to the side.

"Myrrth."

I tilted my head for a brief moment.

"Come again?" I asked lowly.

"The Myrrth. You have it, don't you?"

Confused, I reached my arm into my bag, slowly pulling out a small pouch filled with the herbs of myrrth. It's scent wafted into my nostrils, and...

"Muriel...!" I gasped out, the memories now flooded back to me. That's right...of course I know him! The spell I was working on for him, I remember now. Of course...I tested it on myself. I quickly wrapped the small pouch around my neck as if it were a charm, just to be sure.

"So...it worked then?" He mustered out.

I nodded, a wave of relief washing over me.

"Yes!! The spell...the myrrth...it works! It..haha..it works!" I laughed out, tears brimming at my eyes. He looked at me, partially confused. Without caring I lept foward, engulfing him into a tight hug. I felt his figure tense underneath me.

"I'm...so glad I still remember you Muriel." I mumbled out against him.

I felt his big hands gently grasp my sides, as if he was afraid he would hurt me.

I looked up at him, a sudden realization striking me.

"Muriel...Are you sure you want me to place this spell on you?" I mumured out, my grip around him tightened as I uttered these words.

His eye frantically darted around the room, landing everywhere but on me. He shut his eye before finally facing me, a nervous blush coating his cheeks under my gaze.

"Yes...I don't want to be remembered. I've...killed so many people, I don't want to be remembered by that. Please." He whispered to me, his eyes full of remorse, sadness, guilt. I felt my chest tighten at his expression.

"Then at least...let me remember you." I replied, my hands slowly raising to cup both his cheeks. He cast his gaze aside from me, only nodding in reply.

I felt myself smile at his response, slowly getting on my tippy-toes and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. Muriel froze up in return, I could hear the guard behind us protest at my actions.

I didn't care.

I slowly pulled back and reached into my bag, pulling out a bag of herbs as I blew them into his face. His nose scrunched up in agitation as I muttered a spell. The flakes of the herbs began to glow as the room went still.

"I already set the plan in motion. Around the city, in every nook and cranny I could find I set these same herbs. They'll scatter and simultaneously cover the area. Everyone who breathes them in will forget all about you. I already told Asra about it. He'll be the only other one to remember you..." I told him, he nodded with every word though still seemed to be in a slight state of shock from the kiss I left on his cheek.

I gave him a small smile, warm magic filled the palms of my hands as I touched his chains. They broke under my touch.

"Come, we'll need to hide you for now." I mumbled out, grabbing a hold of his bigger hand as I dragged him away from the cell. He eagerly followed...

And time began its course again.

The guard stood in a daze, not noticing our missing prescense yet. Our rapid footsteps only grew quicker with every step we took until we began running, we burst through the guards in the front and made our way into the confused crowd.

They didn't seem to notice us that much...that's good.

A sudden yell made me loose my footing, I looked back to see that the Count...He was staring right at us.

Was he unaffected?

"Guards!! Seize them!"

My blood went cold as I quickened my pace with Muriel. We bolted out of the Coliseum and ran blindly, I heard heavy footsteps follow behind us. The guards were hot on our tail.

I definitely could of planned this better.

I heard Muriel let out an annoyed grunt behind me, scooping me off my feet as he held me in his arms and ran even quicker than I could ever imagine.

"I know a place."

I nodded, and confided in his word.

And before I knew it I blacked out.

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I bolted upright, my breath caught in my throat. My eyes frantically darted around the room, I let out ragged breaths as I took in my new surroundings. The scent of myrrth was the first thing that hit me, brushing it off I looked around. I seemed to be in a sort of hut...it was very cozy to say the least.

I turned my head to find...Muriel by a small fire clutching onto his shoulder. I rubbed my eyes as they focused on his hunched figure. He had an arrow burrowed through his shoulder. My eyes widened as I tripped over the bedding to get to him. I caught my footing before I fell onto him and wobbled before standing. Upon noticing me, his eyes widened.

"You're awake..." He sighed out, seemingly relieved. I ignored his statement and observed his wound instead.

"Forget about me...what happened?" I asked, my voice comming out in a hushed tone.

He looked at the arrow stuck in his arm before dropping his gaze to the ground.

"I got hit...I thought I had lost them but they ambushed me." He stated with a frown as he recalled the events. I bit my lip in return, pacing around the room as I then ducked down to try and see what I could do about the arrow.

"I'm so sorry...I should of been awake..! I could of helped!" I replied, furious with myself. "I didn't know the spell would take so much out of me..."

He set a hand on my shoulder as he shook his head. "It's...not your fault."

I stopped, my frantic breaths slowly comming to a stop. "Let me help you now then. I'll heal you." I offered. "But...the arrow it's just...In the way" I pointed out, as if it wasn't obvious enough.

He grimaced at the mention of it, a heavy hand gripping an end of the arrow as his breaths became a bit labored.

"I'll...pull it out. Worse has happened to me before this." He stated, though I could hear the pain behind his words.

"No! No...wait...let me cut this side off so...it'll be less painful." I quickly said, stopping him from doing such a brash move. He stared at me for a longing moment before exhaling deeply.

"Do it quick then." He huffed out.

I nooded and quickly looked around for any sort of sharp weapon that could help...but there was nothing. I then looked for my bag that I found by the bed, I rummaged into it and pulled out a knive I had forgotten was there. Approaching Muriel once more, I began to quickly work on cutting the arrow down one side. In almost no time it was cut clean off by me, I tossed the spare wood of it aside and gulped.

"Uhm...I'm not sure this is such a good idea. But tear it out quickly, i'll heal you immediately after." I said, positioning my hands on either side of his shoulder.

He nodded, and with a grunt--he effortlessly pulled the shortened arrow from his shoulder and tossed it aside. Blood quickly began pouring out of the open wound, thick coats of it going down his arm and dripping onto the cold pavement below. I then focused my magic on the wound, straining to focus as a pummeling headache suddenly overcame me. I gritted my teeth together harshly, letting out a shuddering breath as I watched the bleeding slow until it stopped. His skin slowly began to mend together until the wound was just but a small scar. I let out a heavy sigh of relief, slumping back until I fell on the hard floor. My magic is definitely drained now...

"Are...you okay?" He asked, quickly lunging foward and picking me up, setting me on the soft bed nearby for me to rest on.

I sat up, rubbing my head as I reversed the question.

"Are you okay? It doesn't hurt, right? I forgot to ask..oh I'm so sorry I just rushed into it instead--" I babbled out before stopping, a whine escaped my lips at the sudden spike of pain, I gripped my head as I felt my headache worsen.

"I'm fine now...thanks to you. Just rest, you've done...enough for me today." Muriel said, his brows furrowing as he ushered me to rest.

"But--"

"Rest." He interjected in a firm tone.

I tensed and slowly nodded, laying on the bed as an idea suddenly popped into my head.

"Only if you rest with me." I quickly said, a smirk dancing on my lips.

His face flushed a crimson color as he tore his gaze away from me, a nervous sweat panning down his cheek. "W..what? No." He spat out.

I patted the spot on the small bed next to me.

"There's enough space for you, come on Muriel~" I cooed out, I heard him grumble under his breath.

"No...there's not. Stop saying those things and just...rest." He sighed out, shrugging off the pelt he wore as he laid it on the floor.

I pouted at the hulking man, rolling on my side as I stopped my pleads. "Alright then..." I said in response, bummed out that he didn't take up on my offer.

Not before long, I succumbed to the tiredness my body felt, my eyelids shutting as I drifted off into a deep slumber.

[heesgf]

soulful. byounggon demon! au

in which lee byounggon is covered in darkness, and your beacon of light.          

plot:  lee byounggon is a warm blooded demon that yearns for a cure. will love pave his journey to mortality?                                                                                

word count: 3k                                                                                           

pairing: demon! lee byounggon x reader                                                          

warnings: dark themes, fantasy, angst & fluff, i listened to a lot of hozier skks

a/n: hihi bbys!!! so this is definitely different from the things ive written previously, but i hope you will enjoy it nonetheless😽💖 the beginning is a little slow bc of the descriptions but it picks up in the second part, i promise!! i hope you’ll give it a shot bc i wrote this with my heart and soul :’) pls read as an early birthday gift to your least favourite gon stan mwah!! and feedback is always appreciated <3

part one: moonlight.

The taste of his lips lingers in the back of your throat.

       An itching warmth. Like the caress of his fingers at the small of your back, like the brush of his nose against your cheek. It swells, and fosters, ferments almost, and at one point it feels like you’re breathing formaldehyde—the sharp stroke of his tooth against your bottom lip is piercing, and the jerk of his tongue unconventionally sweet—you fall into him every time, heavy breathing, lungs shattering.

That’s the second time you think he’s anything but wicked.

The first had been months before.

         You realize it’s still fresh in your memory. On chilly Sunday mornings, on rampant Thursday nights, when your head throbs with emotion, or sulks with ample nothingness, you still remember him in that moment—legs crossed cleanly on an abandoned park bench and his forehead perched in the palms of his hands; eyes shut, fists clenched.

You remember the hesitation.

          The eerie brush of summer rain against your skin, the way it seemed to stick and thicken, wrap around you and constrict. The blossoming tension at the heels of your feet, one stop short of swallowing you deep into the ground and growing ruthlessly over your body in heaps of seaweed green. And lastly, the sputtering of your own fingertips, the subtle husk of your voice; now, you realize, creeping intuition.

In the moment, blinding thrill.

         Against the darkness of his tall silhouette, you remember the moon gleaming in panels of incandescent blue, flashing in and out, mischievously—like it knew something you didn’t, like it was keeping a secret.

          It’s the first touch of your hand against his shoulder that brings back the richest memory. Unlike whispered folklore, the brush of his skin is not a frosty chill, but rather an earthy and vehement heat. Chills don’t run down the planes of your wrist, but there’s a need to keep going, keep touching, an addiction.

“Are you okay?” The words still ring in your ears.  The tilting of his head, up toward the sky, still imprinted in your brain; a hazy blue alongside the smooth curve of his jaw, the soft stretch of his neck.

The ring of crimson around his pupils is answer enough.

But he smiles anyway.

 part two: demolition.

 There’s a fragility in his movement that speaks to your wandering mind.

          He is not, you realize, the serpentine felon with winding tongue, enchanting words, cunning gaze. He is not the bite of a ferocious maw, or the sear of freshly sharpened talons; no, no he is not. He is not the unquenched thirst for sparkling life, nor is he the sadist, that who blossoms at the sound of their cries, bathes in the sweat of their pain, basks in the light of their drowning souls—no, no he is not.

        He is soft walking in quiet halls, lowered head and hands clasped behind his back, he is solemn and pensive and pure; intricate. The lick of his tongue against his plush lips is not a sign of fair warning, of danger, but rather an invitation. It calls out in breathless silence, calls out to you.

        There is a fragility in his movement that speaks to your wandering mind; makes you want to climb into his skin, explore his layers, feel and feel and feel, and understand.

He swears that makes it worse.

You know that makes it better.

***

Sometimes he can’t say the word out loud.

          It’s etched into his identity like somber puppet to taut strings, and yet, there’s a gurgle of pain behind each stressed syllable. He says it with an air of guilt.

Demon.

You wonder if the word haunts him the same way it does you.

         When you can’t escape the wrath of sleepless nights, the word winds into your ears when you least expect it. It wraps its reptilian arms around the base of your wrists, stares deeply into the depths of your mind, probes, with its beady eyes, sometimes spits at the sight of your affections. Most times you’re unfazed.

You can’t say the same for him.

          There’s a hole in his conscience. In your eyes, a blessing, in his eyes, a curse—it is the creator of his woe and the benefactor of his self loathing. When you tell him you love him, there’s a pinched crinkle in his eyes and a curve at the corner of his lips, but something’s missing. He’s moved, you’re sure of it; although sometimes you can’t help but wonder how deeply the word travels, if it’s strong enough.

Stronger than the word that hulls on his back like strips of dried asphalt.

You’d said it once.

 “You can’t love anybody if you don’t love yourself first.”

          He’s sat limply over your crossed legs, body draped up over your abdomen, and head resting gently on the plane of your chest. You run a stray finger through his hair, grit your teeth while you wait, wiggle your toes in anticipation.

“Who says that?”

You shrug. “Just about the whole world.”

         There’s a part of you that regrets your doubt, and another that craves earnestly for his response. Your hand is now running over the high peaks of his cheekbones, and that’s when his long fingers curve snugly around your bare wrist, just like that word. He pushes his head backward; tilts up until strands of his hair tickle your neck, until his eyes are looking up at yours, which now fixate squarely on the ring of red around his pupils.

“Not quite.” He murmurs, the hint of a smile. Then brings your wrist up to his lips, places a chaste kiss, and folds back into your outstretched arms.

 Sometimes he can’t say the word out loud.

You decide you love him anyway.

***

Before demon, he is simply Lee Byounggon.

          You breathe that mantra into his ear like it’s your last gasp of fresh air, like the world around you is devoid of oxygen, like he listens. More often though, he’s slumped over with a crooked frown and chasing the limits of your reaffirmations. He swears he is bad, and yet, you promise you’ve never seen such good.

There’s one moment you think he’s the ultimate paradox.

          Land stretches in plains of fresh greenery, and as you walk side by side, down paths of blossoming orchards, spindling vines, you realize the park is rich, but the soft gleam of the sun against his skin is richer. By now, you’re staring at the rounding of his eyes, now closing in on something in the distance. When you squint, you can barely make it out; a wounded bird.

In seconds, he lurches forward.

            He pulls away from your touch and kneels onto the ground, cradling the bird into his scarred palms, and his brows tinge in concern. You call it empathy. He calls it obligation. You bury your head into his side and watch, as with the brush of a finger, he mends its limp wings.

The bird flies away in a glimmer of shimmering sunlight.

 “It’s an evil you can’t see.” He says to you later. “Ingrained.”

          Your head rests in the opening of his lap, while his fingers swipe fondly over your forehead. Your hand is raised as to block his face from the sun, and when you meet his eyes, you flutter your lashes, bare him an inquisitive glance.

“Humans aren’t inherently evil.”

He stares. “I’m not human.”

You purse your lips.

         Then you move your hand. You watch as the sunlight floods onto his face, a myriad of supple gold; his eyes squint at the out-pour, his forehead pinches in surprise. You smile to yourself.

So human.

“Are you sure about that?”

***

“Potential is not an action.” You say sternly.

          This time, the two of you are trailing home. His hands are clasped in yours, and he jerks backwards when you stop in place, turning toward the brick wall of the alleyway alongside the sidewalk.

“Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you will.”

          His eyebrows knit and his nose scrunches together; he’s puzzled, you know it, and his confusion grows tenfold when you push his body up against the wall, wrap your hands around his wrists and clamp them against red bricks. You’re standing up on your tippy toes, your body pressed against his, his mouth wide, eyes wider.

“For example.” The breath you release fans over his face. He’s grinning now, still mildly confused, but amused nonetheless.

“Potentially.” You whisper, so close, your nose brushes the warmth of his cheek. If you move a blink closer, you think you can taste his lips. He’s still watching you.

“—I could kiss you right now.”

His breath hitches.

            You release your toes from their perched position, and hop flat onto your feet, your face away from his; his stained as red as the brick wall behind you.

“But I won’t.” You smirk.

His gaze travels once over your body, lingers on your lips, and then he lets out a soft chuckle.

He inches closer. “Lesson learned.”

Then he kisses you.

 part three: yearning.

         Sometimes it’s hard to believe the words that come out of Byounggon’s mouth. His tales of self deprecation, the intricacy of his deepest flaws. He claims that he is bad by nature, and yet, in every waking moment, he seems to prove the exact opposite—it’s in that moment. It’s in that moment when you think he might be an angel, that you skim the surface. It’s in that moment, when you don’t just swear he’s good, you know it, that you get your first real taste of the way at which he suffers.

It’s in that moment the darkness escapes.

***

He claims you haven’t truly seen him until you’ve seen him change.

           By the time you’ve walked into the room, his forehead, like the moment you first met, is buried in the face of his palms. His breath heaves into the skin, and when he releases, you can almost hear the soft purr of a growl. You can’t tell if it’s a trick of the ear, or the lucid glow of his eyes that facilitates the echo.

            You’re rushing toward him, and instantly, he backs away. Hands clamped over his face, and head tilted down toward the floor, he shakes his head over, and over, and over.

You force your hand onto his jaw and tilt upwards.

“Look at me.” You’re begging.

          When he does, there’s a hazy spot in the back of your mind that suddenly comes to a clearance, understands the heft of his warnings.

          The rings of gentle red that surround his pupils are now a harsh and piercing burgundy, it trickles in the whites of his eyes like blood to smooth alabaster, and again, he heaves; this time, the crown of pointed teeth are exposed, a sparkling and fatal ivory. And still, on his face, are those trembling hands—as he holds them in place, you can see the expansion of his veins— they are dark, engorged, and it’s in that moment, you realize he bleeds black.

“This is the real me.” He chokes out. “Heartless.”

          Against every scream of intuition, every string of logic, morality, you choose neither fight or flight, and instead, wrap your hands around his neck, and pull him soundly against your body. Your hands cup the tensed rounds of his cheeks, and then retreat around his waist. You know he’s crying when the shirt of your camisole thins and sticks firmly to your chest; you can feel the dampness against your heart, the fluttering of his eyelashes, his clasped eyes on your bare skin.

“I know the real you.”

You place your hand where his heart should be, where you swear that it is.

“I can feel it.”

He claims you haven’t truly seen him until you’ve seen him change. You think he might be right.

***

“How long?”

          You swallow hard. There’s a stiffness on the end of your tongue; it’s smoky, like charcoal, a slow and painful burn. You’re staring blankly at his side, and he, down at the floor.

“I-I don’t know.” He admits. A vulnerability you’ve never seen. Desire. “I haven’t tried it before.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

          You’re guilty the second the words burst out your lips, but you can’t help it. The darkness that consumes him is relative. He thinks he is deep rooted trauma, bolstering evil, clouds of ink grey—you think he’s the North Star. He may be surrounded by darkness, but you swear that he isn’t, much rather radiant, cosmic, heavenly; he is your guidance on lonely nights, your guardian angel.

“It’s a cure.” You can feel his pain in the back of your throat. “It’s our only option, Y/N.”

You blink. Look away. Then you peer back at him, face sullen.

“You say that like you’re sick.”

He pauses for a moment. “Aren’t I?”

 It’s your breaking point.

          The point at which you push yourself toward him, wrap hands around his neck, pull his lips down onto yours, and press harder than you think you should. His hands are just as quick, on the cusp of your jaw, on the peak of your navel, on the stretch of skin just above your ear. He’s whispering something, but you can’t make it out, your mind cloudy and your body enraptured. His fingers tap at the arch of your back and it might be the only thing that keeps you from falling apart; you’re still kissing. When he drags his lips away from yours, in that way that’s far too melancholic, far too real, you start to understand the depth of his words. He lies in your arms.

           These are the few minutes of quiet you spend together, overwhelmed by each other’s silence, the unwillingness to say the words you need to, that you want to. You don’t sleep. Neither does he. But when morning breathes into the room, in gusts of sporadic blue, he’s the first one to speak.

“I’ll see you again.” Into the nape of your neck. “I love you.”

Those are the last things he says.

Then he’s gone with the cruel surge of the wind.

***

He likes to visit you in your dreams.

          His presence is subtle. The caress of his hands over your cheek, the ghost of his lips on your forehead. There are times when you’re inclined to touch him back; run your fingers through his hair, your lips over his jaw, your face in his neck—although most instances you think it’s best to refrain.

           When he sneaks into your room, eyes wide and heart thumping, you waste no time. He stands before you in a cloud of shadows, but his eyes, like always, are a sparkling crystal clear. His hair messily falls onto his forehead and his lips, devilishly plump, scream at you. The growing pool of anticipation in the pits of your stomach bubbles over on itself, and you lurch forward with every intent of kissing him. The moment your hands make contact with his fiery skin, the moment your dry lips skim the surface of his, desperately, he disintegrates before you like shards of shattered glass.

Time and time again, you realize he is only but a mirage. It is both celestial heaven and cavernous hell.

         You know there’s nothing more you’d like to do than fall into his touch, let yourself remember him in every way that you crave. Sometimes you wish you could click your heels three times and find yourself flush in his arms.

Other times, a little more cynical.

         You think you might be better off purging your mind and body of him—washing down his kisses in liquid sorrow, rinsing away his touch in autumn showers, and dousing off your mind of his final words; those words that still haunt you on sleepless nights.

 You think you might be better off purging your mind and body of him—but you seem to fail every time.

It’s like he’s stuck in your teeth.

part four: sunshine.

The sun rises in the east when you feel a pull in the pits of your stomach.

          The pressure builds as you walk, and slowly releases as you move closer to the centre of your town, toward the park just across the street.

It is not hesitation, much rather magnetic.

          You can feel the sharp gusts of wind behind you, the way it lulls you forward, guides your movement. Alongside the smooth swaying of tall oak trees, like large and welcoming hands, beckoning you toward the centre; it’s electrifying.

Against blinding rays of light is how you first see him.

          The sunshine gleams in panels of luminescent yellow, flashing in and out, candidly—like it knows something you don’t, like it’s telling a secret.

“A-are you okay?” Those are the first words that spill from your lips, but you don’t feel them. He sits with his legs crossed cleanly on an abandoned park bench, forehead perched in the palms of his hands, hair like honey, and skin like the sun’s very own. A part of you wishes you could reach out and touch it, then you’d know for sure. 

He looks up at you.

Squints a single eye. Then furrows a brow.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” He breathes. “Do I know you?”

         There’s a sudden clench of your teeth and a rampant beat in your chest, it feels like you’re running out of air; somehow, you’re smiling.

You shake your head softly. “No. No you don’t.”

       You think you should turn around. But every ounce of your body screams at his presence, here, finally here.

“I’m Byounggon.” He outstretches a hand, and it’s now that you notice the deep brown of his eyes, the absence of red, your eyes widen.

Your hand touches his; an earthly and vehement heat. Suddenly he looks at you in pure elation.

“I’m—,”

“Y/N.” He finishes, eyes glossing over.

Then he kisses you.

end.

a/n: in case it was hard to understand, he remembers mc in the end! if you’ve made it this far, i just want to say that i love u so much! and im so thankful for ur support!! i know this wasn’t the most exciting piece, but i love the concept and im a sucker for emotionally driven dialogue + description. i esp like the mirroring hehe. anyways I LOVE U!!! have an amazing day and feedback is always appreciated. ❤️

[xsunqueensx]

THE ARRIVAL

Na’eva woke to the ship taking on deep waters, the ship bobbed and so did the overhead lighting. “Who am I kidding, just go ahead and get up.” Sofia laid at the bottom of the bed having none of the current commotion, the only thing that moved was her tail. “Like mother like daughter, hmm?” Na’eva could only smile as the animal still didn’t budge. A quick peek into her window showed that is was early dawn, “Today’s the day, huh little sis?” After putting on a light Summer dress, Na’eva made her way towards the top deck, the fresh smell of scones and and pork hit her nose as she passed the Galley. “Smells incredible.” A few guards noticed the princess and cleared they way for her to pass, she gave them a polite nod and proceeded on her way. The misty air kissed her nose first, the silence dawn brought was peaceful; the ship was headed into the suns alluring glow- almost like it was headed into a new beginning. “Thought I’d find you up here”, Na’eva smiled at the familiar voice. “Early bird catches the worm”, she said turning to face him. “Hmmm, I’m confused....does that make me the bird?” Jamison said. The two shared a laugh, “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant.” Jamison was the next to take his place at the ships rails, “Is it really just about your sister or him?” Na’eva looked at her feet, “Am I really that see through?” She responded, looking him in the eye. “Just with me, princess. Come on, it’s just us; won’t you tell me about it?” Na’eva sighed and gripped the rail, “Kihyun is supposed to be at the wedding.” Jamison nodded, “Okay, and...?” She fought with the best way to handle any of the information she knew, “He asked that I come and visit his kingdom for a few days.” He nodded again, still trying to process everything. “Jamison, whatever we are, or whatever this is; it has to stop.” Jamison could feel his jaw clench, he wasn’t a fool- he knew all along the princess could never truly belong to him. “Tell me, why now?” Na’eva swept her hair back, “Would it really be any easier if we ended this a month from now? A year? Jamison, I”, warm lips caressed hers. For a brief moment she forgot where she was, and the only thing she wanted was to stop time for awhile. “Princess, we talked about this remember?” Na’eva placed her hands to his chest, “I told you, we wouldn’t give this a name; it was supposed to make this easier.” The two shared a pained expression.

“Uh, good morning you two; everything okay?” Ameerah asked confused. “Just catching up; how’d you sleep?” Ameerah rolled her eyes, “Wha’t sleep? I’m only meeting my king and people today. I think I slept for just a few hours, maybe?” Jamison patted the soon to be queen on the shoulder, “You’ll only live this day once, no regrets- okay?” Na’eva spoke up next, “Is it too early for a celebratory drink?” Ameerah laughed, “LUSH!!!!!” The trio enjoyed another round of drinks as they watched the sunrise.

“Just over that horizon, the world I know will forever change.” Ameerah laid her head into her sister’s lap, her sister began to play with her tresses. “Speaking of your new horizon, have you decided on what we’re doing with your hair?” Na’eva said pulling her sister’s hair into make believe hairstyles, “How does that have anything to do with-“, Na’eva placed her finger on her sister’s lips. “Shhhh, just answer the question.” The afternoon came swiftly, along with tide pushing the boat closer to shore. Ameerah’s ladies were fast at work slipping the gown up her arms. “Could this be any tighter?” Na’eva responded, “Of course, I assumed you’d be miserable, If we did anything else to the dress.” Ameerah was gearing up to respond when some of the dresses’ feathers went in her mouth. “Don’t think this is over,” Ameerah said furrowing her brows.

The boat was slowing to a halt and the crewman were running to their respective places. The captain shouted an order for the men to adjust the sails and the boat slowed tremendously. “Wow, look at it.” Ameerah said all but on her tippy toes, “It’s stunning.” The island was so colorful and lush, even though a few buildings looked as though it had been scarred from war. There were thousands of homes peeking from the cliffs, the red roofs made for such a spectacular sight. The castle was nowhere to be seen, that just solidified how massive her land was. “Your highness, we’ll be docking shortly.” Ameerah gave the captain a nod and looked back out over her land. “Look”, Jamison said pointing a finger to the cove that opened up the closer they got. “Well, someone looks happy to see you.” He said smiling harder.

Ameerah squinted at the scenery before her, there were hundreds- no thousands of people waving blue handkerchiefs out of their home’s windows, the wind carried their loving cry’s of a welcome. Ameerah started waving back ecstatically. A handful of kids caught Ameerah’s eye as they chased the length of the boat on shore- they had their handkerchiefs raised high. Her heart was fluttering with excitement, she took a deep breath and admired all the faces she could make out as they ship docked. “Ready?” Jamison and Na’eva asked. “As I’ll ever be.” She said with her chest puffed out and back entirely straight.

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I waited not so patiently by the cargo door in my carriage, all of my horsemen lined up in accordance to how we rehearsed many times. A lovely song drifted through the ship, but it wasn’t from my crewman. It was from the monstrous crowd outside. At this point it was impossible to smile any wider. A wet nose nudged my palm, “Hi sweet girl, are you finally awake?” Nova yawned and blinked sleepily. “Is it all the noise?” The cub stretched and closed it’s eyes again. “It must be nice to live that carefree.”

I felt Laila snuggle her chin into my lap as well, “I gave you half of the bench, there’s no way I’m sitting you on my lap too!” My conversation came to a quick halt as the ship’s door let in an plethora of light, I squinted as the sun bounced off the carriages’ glass. Before I knew it we started moving, “You got this sis!” Na’eva said from her side of the coach. The crowd of people grew into the most spectacular view, all the townspeople we’re signing and dancing, many waving excitedly. Amongst the thousand of faces a particular one came into view, a mighty handsome one at that. The beautiful man starred down at me from an all black horse. “Highness, welcome. I’m General Sanson, my men an I will be escorting you back to the castle.” I could only blink at the general and his blinding smile, his features reminded me of a wolf- maybe even a fox? “Thank you, we’re in your hands.” The General gave a deeper smile followed with a nod. His horse trotted just out of sight of my window, very careful not to block the view of the people. I tried rather hard to not notice the way he kept his eyes tuned on me as I waved out the window.

The land was so full of life, wether it was the wildlife or the people. We passed several historical sites that I recall reading about in my history books. I heard they would be even more beautiful in person and I can honestly say, the story books does them no justice. The sounds of the city was different from what I knew, the cobblestone- giving way to where we’ve been and where were going, the live music echoing off the giant castle like structures, the glorious smell of fresh bread and flowers...A queen could get used to this. “Alright, it’s official...I’m jealous.” Na’eva said laughing. “Oh please, you....FUCK ME THAT’S BIGGER THAN I REMEMBER!!!!” I said, covering my mouth quickly. A laugh followed by a cough came from my right, Sanson. “Wait until you see the inside your highness.” He said speeding past the carriage with a smirk. He motioned for some men to take his place. The carriage took a relatively steep turn and the the castle came into view in it’s entirety. Stunning? Breath taking? Fucking gigantic? Check yes to all of the above.

The carriage slowed ever slightly, “I can’t believe it’s this beautiful” said Na’eva. “Agreed, I guess we couldn’t appreciate the true atmosphere at such an early age.” The castle was surrounded by a gilded gate, decorated with to the very tip with crowns and foliage. A command echoed through the air causing the soldiers to come to a completed stop. I poked my head to the window and saw Sanson directing the guards to open the gates. The carriage jostled forward and I knew there was no turning back.

We passed through the gated threshold only to be greeted with hundreds of soldiers standing at attention with their Calvary swords pointed sky high. I looked both left and right and the soldiers created a lovely pathway “Look at this welcome committee, there’s so many people.” I said holding my baby cheetah tighter. Trumpets blared and I caught myself smiling yet again. All of this was for me, I was already gushing and I hadn’t even laid foot outside of this carriage. We came to one last stop and it made my breath hitch. A nobleman approached my door with a step stool, he placed it just beneath my side. He finally opened the door and bowed to me, “Welcome to Kydith Highness.”

As my right foot landed on the pavement, I reveled in the warm winds touching my face. I took the first step towards the gigantic castle that was now my home. A rather tall and devilishly handsome gentleman stood not too far off, he was surrounded by several unfamiliar faces however, he was the only face I couldn’t take my eyes off of. “His smile is brighter than the sun.” I said a little louder than I intended. I could feel my stomach doing flips as his eyes took me in and in that moment I became increasingly aware of how much my dress didn’t necessarily hide. Call me crazy but, I don’t think he minds?

“Well, I almost didn’t recognize you, there’s no mud.” Jooheon said smiling even harder and strolling towards me. He was mesmerizing, even down to the way he moved. “I do have to say, this look becomes you my queen.” The sun danced in his eyes as he tilted his face down towards me.

My mouth almost went dry, he was even more breathtaking up close. “I suppose the same could be said for you my king? I see you’ve grown into those adorable ears of yours.” Jooheon smirked, “You think I’m adorable?” I rolled my eyes playfully at his cheesy charm and laughed. “There it is,” he said slipping a stray hair behind my ear. “I’ve heard countless tales of how beautiful your smile has become, how you could stop a war of more than a thousand men if you truly wanted to.” I went to swallow yet again but my mouth had nothing in it, I blinked a reply as a blush touched my cheeks. “My lord, you’re too kind- thank you.”

*Ahem* “Princess welcome, won’t you come inside for some refreshment?” The queen mother asked in a warm tone. It was odd, she hadn’t aged a bit- almost like those stories you hear of vampires. Her crown was covered in rubies and emerald, illuminating the brown of her eyes. “I would like that very much; would you accompany me my lord?” Jooheon extended his arm and guided us through the throng of people in the courtyard. Many bowed and curtseyed as we passed, I locked eyes with a handsome young man in fine dress. He had sharp features and dark hair; he looked regal amongst the crowd. I wonder who he is? My thoughts were quickly derailed when the sound of a rather large cat boomed from behind the giant door. “Ah, that’s Nitu; she’s harmless...most of the time.” The beautiful cat slinked down the entry stairs, Jooheon called the cat to him. “Just stay by me, she’ll want to check you out.” I was no stranger to animals but, I’d never seen a panther in person. I nodded and waited. Nitu made her way towards me, she started to sniff at my shoes and then my hip. Her ears started to flicker with curiosity or hesitation, I’m still not 100% sure? Jooheon whispered into my ear, and I felt my heart flutter again. “She likes you.” His smile was accentuated with his deep dimples, “How can you tell?” He winked at me, “Because you still have all of your fingers and toes.” I let that register for a moment, “Good point.” Once Nitu was bored with all of the commotion she made her way into the courtyard to sunbathe and then the tour continued. The castle was every bit as beautiful as one could hope, painted ceilings and marble veined floors we’re just the beginning. The halls were full of freshly placed flowers and crisp linens, my eyes didn’t really know where to settle.

“Ah, um, your majesty’s”, a shocked male voice said. He was a bit disheveled, he scurried to bow while he tucked his shirt in.

“Ah Baekhyun, there you are; I missed you at the welcoming ceremony.” Said a voice that I was starting to become familiar with, Sanson. Jooheon looked more entertained than upset with the banter between the two. “Oh, uh...I was out riding!” Sanson crossed his arms over his chest, “Who?” I choked a laugh and so did Jooheon. Sanson grabbed Baekhyun by his collar and pulled him past us, “Pardon us your majesty.”

[bxcketbarnes]

Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part Four}

Words: 2933

Warning: mentions of domestic violence, and cute af

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Series Masterlist

Author’s Note: I love this chapter/part because the reader becomes a little looser with Dylan. Also, it might break your heart at the same time, but I hope you enjoy! Thanks to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me!

I’ve been texting and FaceTiming with Dylan for almost a week now and it’s been an absolute grand time. He’s really nice, funny, and sweet as hell and I don’t know how much more my heart can take.

I stepped out of the shower, seeing two messages on my phone. One from Dylan and the other from Mal.

Dylan: Good morning, beautiful!

I smiled at Dylan’s text, shaking my head as he always managed to compliment me in some way. My eyes trailed towards Mal’s text, swiping the notification, opening my messages app.

Ma Hoe: Have you heard the news? If not, you probably should. It’s about Jeremy…

My heart stopped when I read his name, gulping slightly as I went online, looking it up.

Jeremy Flynn, 29, has been released from prison today on good behavior. He had been sentenced 25 years in prison for first-degree assault. Jeremy had beaten his former girlfriend, Y/N L/N, 24.

I felt my heartbeat pound against my chest, having harder time breathing as I placed my phone down on the bathroom sink. I slid down the wall, sitting on the floor as I clutched my towel close to my body.

“No, no, no. This can’t be happening.” I muttered to myself, hearing my phone vibrating. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, attempting to calm my heart rate.

After I manage to have my heart beat at a normal pace, I stood back up, noticing a missed call from Mal. I tore off some toilet paper, blowing my nose a bit as I glanced at myself in the mirror, noticing the scars that he had caused, a shiver ran through me, looking away. I picked up my phone, dialing her number pressing the phone against my ear.

“Hey, sweetie. Did you look?” Mal asked and I nodded my head, muttering a yeah. “They have a video of some news crew interviewing him.”

“Yeah, what did he say?” I asked, wondering if I actually wanted to know or not. I bit my nails as she hummed, assuming she was pulling up the video.

“He said that he was sorry for what he had done, that he was going through a rough time at that point in his life and took the anger out on you, and that he didn’t mean for it to escalade so far.” I scoffed at the statement, shaking my head as I sat down on my bed.

“Yeah, sure. He had nothing going on in his life. Jeremy turned into a drunken bastard just like his father did. He knew what he was doing…” I muttered, sighing loudly.

“So, what if he tries to contact you?” She asked and I looked up at the ceiling, trying to prevent the tears from sliding down my face.

“If he does I’m going to put a restraining order out on his ass. Alright, well, I have to go get dressed. I’ll talk to you later.” I mentioned and we both said goodbye before hanging up.

I walked back into the bathroom after placing my robe on, looking back into the mirror, memories of before playing through my mind.

I had just gotten home from work when Jeremy was already piss drunk on the couch, glaring at the television. I closed the door, his attention turning towards the noise as I placed the keys to the house in the bowl.

“Hey, babe.” I muttered, walking towards him and he stood up abruptly, making me flinch a bit.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He growled at me, taking a step towards me and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“I-I was at work. I told you that the girls and I were getting dinner after work.” I whispered, feeling his breath hit my face, the smell of whiskey hitting my nose.

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t tell me. I’ve been sitting here for two hours waiting for you to come home to make dinner.” My back had reached the wall as he kept yelling at me, his hands on either side of my face. “And now you tell me that you went out with your “friends” to eat. What the FUCK am I supposed to have?” Jeremy yelled, punching the wall next to my face, flinching at the noise of his knuckles hitting the dry wall.

“I-I’m sorry… What, what do you want to eat?” I asked, trying to make him less angry.

“I think, oh I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He growled, raising his hand up, slapping me across the face. I let out a gasp, tears sliding down my cheeks as the pain surged throughout my face, swallowing thickly. “Now, you’ll be home to cook me dinner for now on, right?” He asked and I nodded my head. “Good girl.”

I snapped out of my thoughts, anger pulsing through my veins as I let out a frustrated scream, punching my vanity mirror, shattering the glass. I gasped, glancing down at the sharp fragments that are prodding my skin, blood pouring from the wounds. “Shit.” I whispered, grabbing my first aid kit from under the sink, carefully taking out the glass with a pair of tweezers.

I wince, bundling up a wad of toilet paper, pressing it against the cuts. I sniffed, placing the bloody toilet paper on the counter, pouring some peroxide over my knuckles. I drape some gauze over the cuts before wrapping some medical tape around it. After bandaging myself up, I picked up the fragments of glass, throwing them into the garbage.

I picked up my phone, noticing a few more texts from Dylan, since I never answered the first one he sent me because of… well him.

Dylan: Are you okay? You’re usually awake by now and you haven’t texted me.

Dylan: Alright, I’m a little worried now… I’m calling you.

Dylan: Y/N, please, just let me know if you’re safe or alive.

I smiled at his concern, about to text him when his face popped up on the screen. I pressed the green button, holding my phone up against my ear. “Hi Dylan.” I muttered, smiling as I heard him let out a breath of relief.

“Oh thank god. Did you get my texts?” He asked and I walked out of the bathroom, sitting down on my bed.

“Yeah, I did. Sorry I didn’t reply to any of them. I-I was talking to Mal and I guess I lost track of time.” I chuckled, lying slightly. I bit my lip, glancing towards the bathroom, seeing the broken vanity leaning against the wall. “Hey, Dyl?”

“Yeah?” He replied.

“Would you.. Um, are you busy today?” I asked, picking at my fingernails.

“Actually, I’m not. Why? What’s up?” Dylan asked and I grinned, hearing his voice helping to get my mind off the current situation.

“My vanity mirror in my bathroom fell off my wall and I have to go to Lowe’s to get a new one. I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to come with me?” I questioned, my heartbeat speeding up slightly.

“Yeah, definitely. I’d be honored to accompany you, cutie.” Dylan laughed and the grin on my face widened. “I can meet you outside your apartment building and we can catch the one o’clock train?” He asked and I agreed, before both of us hung up the phone.

I let out a tiny squeal which surprised myself. I sighed, leaning my head back, feeling like a schoolgirl who has a crush on one of their classmates. I throw off my baggy t-shirt, pulling out a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and a striped off-the-shoulder top. After getting dressed, I put on a pair of socks before slipping on my blue and white Adidas.

My phone vibrated, Dylan letting me know he was outside and I grab my purse, draping it across my body before placing my phone in my pocket, locking my apartment door before getting into the elevator. I stepped outside, seeing Dylan scrolling through his phone, his other hand shoved in the pocket of his tight fitted black jeans. I looked him over, his red and black flannel accentuated him well and he incredibly cute with his Met’s hat on.

I snuck up behind him, leaning on my tippy toes, looking over his shoulder. “Whatcha doin?” I whispered and Dylan jumped, letting out a small scream and I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Don’t do that!” He groaned, laughing a bit, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes roamed down my body, a blush appearing on my cheeks as I bit my lip lightly. “Wow, you look gorgeous.” Dylan smiled, bringing me in for a small hug.

“O-Oh thank you, Dyl. You look pretty good yourself.” I smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Dylan smiled down at me before reaching his arm out and I link it with mine. The both of us walked towards the nearest subway, which was about a block from my building. We had waited for the train to arrive for a few minutes, hearing the sound of metal on metal as the small train pulled up to the station. Dylan had his hand on the small of my back, leading me onto the train after people got off, making our way towards Broadway.

Dylan and I were standing relatively close to one another, his eyes moving towards my bandaged hand, softly rubbing it. “What happened?” He asked me and I looked at it for a second before glancing back at his gorgeous eyes.

“I was making dinner last night and I cut myself like a rookie.” I laughed, lying to his face as my heart breaks a bit.

He chuckled, rubbing my bandaged knuckles. “You gotta be more careful.” Dylan muttered, his eyes meeting mine again. I nodded my head, not sure if I could trust my voice at the moment. Someone had bumped into me quite roughly, making me lose my balance as I fell towards Dylan, grasping his flannel. “Woah, I got you.” He murmured, his arm wrapping around my waist, keeping me on my feet.

I glanced up at him, my cheeks flushing a bright pink, letting go of his flannel, my palms pressed against his toned chest. I muttered a thanks, pushing myself off of him, hearing a voice over the intercom of the train.

“Stopping at Broadway Junction in just a minute.” The voice told everyone and I sighed in relief, my claustrophobia slightly getting to me.

We finally got off the train, walking towards Lowe’s in a comfortable silence, Dylan’s hand brushing softly against mine every once in awhile. I would look over my shoulder every now and then, afraid that Jeremy would end up finding me. “So, how’d your mirror break again?” He asked me as we walked into Lowe’s, going towards the bathroom area.

“I was readjusting it because I thought it was crooked and it fell off the screw and shattered.” I lied again, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Man, you’re just having a awful couple days.” He mentioned, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. I chuckled, nodding my head in agreement, wrapping an arm around his waist, glancing at their selection of vanities.

“You could say that.” I muttered, leaning my head against his shoulder. I stopped at one that kind of matched my bathroom, dark wood with carved short lines around the mirror itself. I ran my fingers over the wood, smiling to myself. “I like this one.” I told Dylan and he smiled, nodding his head at the mirror.

“Yeah, although I’ve never been in your apartment, but I trust your judgment.” He chuckled, nudging me slightly. I shook my head, giggling quietly as I glanced down at the price, sighing a bit. I guess I’ll have to work overtime the next couple weeks. “What’s the matter?” Dylan asked, looking down at me.

“What? It’s nothing. Just a little pricey.” I told him, grabbing one of the packaged mirrors. I began walking towards the check out, becoming slightly tired at carrying the mirror.

“I-I could help if you wanted to?” He questioned and I stopped in my tracks as he kept going, stopping a few seconds after I did.

“Dylan… w-how are you so sweet?” I asked, my lips parted. I almost drop the mirror, Dylan catching it quickly as he took it into his hands, his big strong hands.

“Uh, I don’t know. I guess it’s in my genes?” He grinned, walking towards the checkout stations. “Do you want me to help you pay for it? I don’t mind.” Dylan told me, glancing back at me and I shook my head.

“No, I can’t let you do that. It’s okay, I got it. Thank you though.” I smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek and continues to walk in front of him. “But, today’s your lucky day because I’m going to need help putting this up.” I walked backwards, grinning at him.

He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. “Oh, so that’s why you invited me. I see now.” Dylan joked and I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a playful wink, surprising myself.

“What can I say, Dylan? I know a strong man when I see one.” I teased, laughing slightly.

“Well you’re lucky that I like you.” He muttered, tilting the mirror so the cashier can scan it. “So, yes, I’ll help you.”

After paying for the semi-expensive mirror and having to deal with the giant awkward object on a small train, we finally arrived at my apartment. I unlocked the door, letting Dylan go inside first so he can put down the mirror and let his arms breath again. He looked around the place, smiling to himself as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“You got a nice place here.” He complimented him and I thanked him, showing him where my bedroom is. “You know, I would like to be taken out to dinner first before entering a woman’s bedroom.” Dylan laughed and I glanced back at him, seeing him wiggle his eyebrows at me.

He laid the mirror on my bed and I opened my bedside table’s drawer, pulling out a pocket knife. Once he turned around I stuck my arm out, handing it to him as he grinned softly, grabbing it, our fingers brushing together slightly. My phone rang loudly, making the both of us jump as I dish it from my pocket, eyebrows furrowing at the unknown number on my screen.

“Hello?” I answered, watching Dylan unpack the mirror.

“Miss me, darling?” The all too familiar voice husked in my ear. My heart stopped for a second, mouth becoming dry as I glanced around the room, not really knowing what I’m searching for. I laid my hand against Dylan’s back, his eyes glancing back towards me as I nodded my head toward the door, silently telling him I’ll be right back.

Once I was out of the bedroom and into the living room, I licked my lips slightly. “H-How’d you get my number?” I stuttered, running my slender fingers through my hair, leaning against the wall.

“I have my sources. So, you wanna get a coffee?” Jeremy asked and my eyebrows raised, scoffing lightly.

“You know damn well that I don’t. Never ever contact me again.” I muttered into the phone. I heard his maniacal laughter, my hands becoming sweaty.

“Trust me, sweetheart. You’ll see me again real soon. I’ll make sure of it.” He growled before hanging up the phone. My hands shook as I attempted to text Mal, dropping my phone in the process.

“Hey, everything okay?” Dylan asked, making me jump, almost hitting my head against one of the low hanging lights. Jesus Christ, Y/N, get yourself together, I thought to myself, bending down to pick up my phone.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay.” I whispered, rubbing my wrist, suddenly feeling Jeremy’s large hands wrapped around them. My breathing quickened, my chest contracting as I could feel my throat close up a bit.

Dylan noticed you muttering to yourself, eyes squeezed shut, breathing heavier. He suddenly began to worry, wondering what he should do as he saw a tears slip from her eyes. “Y/N?” Dylan whispered, extending his hand out to you and you flinched, stepping away from him.

“Y-You should probably leave.” You muttered, not making eye contact with him and Dylan frowned, hoping to get to hang out with you some more. He cleared his throat, nodding his head as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Okay. Um, if you need anything, anything, call me okay?” Dylan asked and you looked up at him, noticing the worried look on his features and you nodded your head once. He smiled, slowly reaching towards you again as you watched his hand. His fingers softly grazed your arm, leaning down to place a small gentle kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”

You watched as he walked towards the door, opening it. “Dylan… thank you, for helping me out today. I had a great time.” You told him, giving him a small smile as he smiled back, waving goodbye before leaving. You quickly walked towards your door, watching him leave through the small window, locking the door before leaning your forehead against the dark wood, sighing loudly.

You slid down the door, crying softly as you covered your face with your hands, small sobs escaping your lips. Stop ruining my life…

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[kaleidopewrites]

Scars

Summary: After a tense mission, you catch Bucky in a weak moment, giving you the chance to remind him why you love him

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1613

Warnings: general angst, argumentatively fluffy

A/N: Okay, I’m not too happy with it, but the end is cute and I just really wanted to write something :) 

It was a lazy day at Stark Tower for you, having taken the day off from your work to wait out Bucky’s return. You’d both been dating for six months now, a milestone you didn’t necessarily expect reaching.

He was shy when he first met you and it took several months to squeeze a few minutes of small talk out of him. He always seemed to dodge you at first, trying to avoid conversation because he knew you’d bring one up.

You weren’t sure if you had worn him down, or he’d finally gotten confidence, because you started talking one day and never stopped. A month later, and he was asking you out on dates. It was inevitable that you two would date.

But Bucky still went on missions with Steve and the Avengers. Every time there was a world crisis or a Hydra base would pop up, there they went. You hated seeing him go every time, knowing he’d come back with bruises and scratches. You feared the day when he’d come home with something worse.

He always promised to come home safely though. And today was no exception. You could hear the engine to the quinjet pull up alongside the Tower, the low hum a pleasant indication that your boyfriend had returned home.

You jumped from the couch, stubbing your toe harshly on the coffee table you forgot was there. A string of curses passed your lips before you limped your way down the levels towards the landing pad.

As you turned into the room, you could see the glum expression on everyone’s faces. Something happened. You walk through the silence, finding Steve slowly walking off the quinjet. “Steve!” You call, moving to join him.

“Hey, (Y/N),” He smiled as best he could though you could see the wince in his step. “What happened?” You asked, though maybe it was a little too early to ask. Steve’s eyes went dark but he kept up the polite smile.

“We were compromised, there was a number of civilian casualties. Buck’s taking it pretty hard, but he took a lot of the hits,” He explained. You nod your head, a knot twisting your stomach at the thought of Bucky and more injuries than you’d ever seen him with.

You stepped up into the quinjet, finding him sorting through a few bags, packing up things quietly. “Hey,” You greet softly, keeping your distance, knowing he can get claustrophobic around people easily, even you.

He turned at the sound of your voice, his previously rough expression softening. He didn’t say anything as he abandoned his previous task and walked to you, heels echoing throughout the jet. He wrapped his arms around you instantly, holding you against him.

You wrapped his arms around his middle, holding him to you as tightly as he was. His breath fanned across your skin as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re home, you’re safe,” You mumble against him, making him sigh with relief.

He pulls away reluctantly, hands still holding you tightly as you cup his cheeks. You can see the red streaks across his face, tell-tale signs of cuts. You brush his hair back slightly, feeling the sweat and slight flecks of blood through it.

“You need a shower,” You laugh, trying to ease the tension. Bucky lends you a tight smile before nodding. You raise yourself on your tippy toes to press a delicate kiss to his lips before sinking to the floor again, helping him with the bags.

You yawn tiredly as the end credits of the show start rolling across the TV screen. You get up slowly from the couch, no longer hearing the shower running. You assumed Bucky had jumped out. You turn off the lights and TV before heading towards your shared room.

As you walked inside, you spotted Bucky standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at himself in nothing but pants. He ran tentative fingers across the massive scar that merged his skin to the metal of his left arm.

He spotted you in the mirror and flinched, ducking out of the way of your view and hurriedly threw a towel around his shoulders. “Hey, wha-what’s wrong?” You ask, slowly walking into the bathroom. Bucky was silent.

He remained quiet as he moved past you into the bedroom, his head hanging and hair framing his face, blocking you from seeing his emotions. You follow him, mindful of your proximity to him, letting him have his space.

“Buck?” You ask tentatively, not sure on whether you should be pressuring him to speak. No matter what, you always felt like you had to walk on egg shells around him, especially after missions. He was fragile and you never wanted him to break.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees before holding his head in his hands. His breathing was heavy and slightly laboured, making you worry further for him. He was never this wound up after a mission.

You sat between the bed and the bathroom, making sure you were never overstepping his boundaries. You fold your arms over your stomach, biting the inside of your lip as you watch him, wondering if you should walk to him or not.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, his voice barely audible between his fingers. You gently walk forwards, sitting down hesitantly on the bed next to him. You remain silent for a moment, wondering if he wanted to say more but he didn’t.

“It’s okay,” You whisper back to him, reaching up to brush his hair back but he flinched at your touch. You sat there next to him silently, not daring to touch him again as his breathing slowed, becoming controlled.

“I hate them,” He mumbled. You look up at him but he hadn’t moved, hadn’t changed position. But what had changed, was the towel and you watched as it slipped from around his shoulders, falling to the bed.

It takes you a moment for you to realise that he’s talking about his scars. The many lines that decorated his skin prevented him to have an even skin tone. Most were faded, pale white lines that could easily be over looked.

Others were still slightly red, easily spotted. He had fresh ones, blood drying beneath the skin. He didn’t have many, not since bunking with the Avengers were he could be fixed medically. But the others, the ones he must’ve been referring to, those would never go away.

Your eyes drifted to the biggest scar of them all, the huge one that separated skin from metal, the one he was looking at earlier. You scoot until you’re sitting cross legged next to him, choosing to ignore the flinches he had whenever you accidentally moved too close to his left arm.

“I don’t,” You said, drifting a fingertip over one of them on his back. “I think,” You continued, running the finger down another jagged scar. “They’re beautiful,” You lean closer to him as he hands lower from his face, listening to you.

“And,” You say, pressing a delicate kiss against one of the scars along his back. “They also mean,” You take turns tracing and pepper kisses along his back, making his muscles relax and his tension dissipate.

“That my Bucky came home,” You say, running your palm down his back soothingly and you could feel his breathing slow. “Even this one,” You took a chance by touching his biggest scar. He flinched instantly, body tensing and his hands clenched into fists.

“I love this one just as much,” You ran a finger down the scar, trying to soothe his muscles and silently wishing he would trust you. “Because you’re a survivor. And you’ll always come back to me,” You wrapped your arms around the metal bicep, pulling yourself close to him

You didn’t see him turn his head to you, watching you with cautious blue eyes as you ran your fingers down the length of his arm, trying to hold his hand with yours. He eventually relaxed slightly, opening his palm and letting you entwine your fingers with his.

He continued to watch you as you admired his arm, pressing gentle kisses against the scar and the metal. His grip on you tightened as he watched you, placing your head on his shoulder as you trace the plates of his arm, running a finger across the metal and giving him goosebumps.

He suddenly saw you in a new light. He realised just how much you deeply cared for him, how willing you were to accept his Hydra history and see him for who he was. He saw just how unafraid you were of his arm, of his scars, and the dawning realisation brought tears to his eyes.

“I love you,” He whispered to you as you look up at him. You knitted your eyes together, concerned for what had drawn tears to his eyes. Before you could ask, before you could even open your mouth, he was wrapping you up in his arms, holding you close to burying his head against your shoulder.

You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him, to hold him as tightly as before. You stayed quiet for him, letting him process the way he needs to. He held you gently, careful to not crush you under his strength.

“I love you, too,” You smiled, resting your own head against his shoulder. You felt him shudder slightly in relief, as if he had forgotten or he needed a reminder. “I love you so very much. Every inch of you, from the arm to your heart,”

“Scars and all.”