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alisonsfics · 5 months ago

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wrong name

pairing: tyler owens x best friend!reader

summary: you were doing a great job suppressing your feelings for your best friend until you hooked up with a guy and called out tyler’s name in bed. but it’s fine, tyler would never find out, right? right?

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, car sex, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, minors DNI (18+ only)

It had been one week since the most mortifying moment of your life.

You’d gone on a first date with a guy named Finn because that’s what you do when you’re trying to get over your crush on your best friend. You hope that maybe you’ll meet a guy that you’ll fall harder for and stop crushing on the guy who would never see you like that.

So, you went back to his place after dinner, and the sex was mediocre at best.

At first, Tyler only popped into your head for second. You imagined how much better it would feel if it was his hands running over your body. Then, you had more intrusive thoughts. Like the thought of Tyler bending you over and fucking you.

It’s only because you were desperate. There was nothing worse than trying to pretend you were having a good time when you were just bored out of your mind.

So, you suggested to Finn that he should blindfold you.

From there, your imagination really soared, and you allowed yourself to believe you were with Tyler.

It was a fun little secret, just for you.

Until you both came, and you called out Tyler’s name and not his.

You were praying you’d spontaneously combust because you couldn’t face him after that. You quickly scrambled back into your clothes and went home.

You were doing okay at pretending it never happened. When you were lying in bed at night, the memory liked to sneak up on you and mortify you all over again.

So, you were boycotting dates for the moment because you couldn’t risk doing it again.

You had a boring night of wine and a movie planned for yourself when Tyler called you. “Hey, Tyler? What’s up?” You asked him, cheerily.

“You got any plans tonight? I was thinking about going out to a bar.” He suggested.

Even over the phone, his voice ran right through you. Goosebumps ran down your arms as you tried to hide your excitement. “That sounds great. Pick me up at 8?” You suggested.

“Sounds perfect, see you soon.” He replied.

You hung up the phone and flopped backwards onto your bed. The heat rushed to your cheeks. You had to fight the urge to giggle and kick your feet.

You’d been friends with Tyler for years, which didn’t mean you stopped getting butterflies around him. You just got better at hiding it.

You both had been through a lot together, and you didn’t want to jeopardize it by letting he find out you were harboring feelings for him.

So, you picked out a cute black dress to wear. One that Tyler’s eyes would linger over, but he’d never admit it. Just like every time the two of you went out to a bar.

You’d just finished getting ready whenTyler’s red truck pulled up outside your apartment. You quickly ran down the stairs to greet him.

“There she is,” he said, his eyes running down your body as he got out of the truck. That look of awe was enough to make you feel dizzy.

You could feel the butterflies start to swarm as he walked closer to you. “You look gorgeous as always.” He said, taking your hand and spinning you in a circle.

You thanked him as he pulled you in for a quick hug.

“Your chariot awaits.” He joked, opening the passenger door for you.

The drive there went by in a flash. You and Tyler knew each other like the back of your hands, so you could easily spend hours talking about nothing and everything.

“So, any particular reason you wanted to go out tonight?” You asked, looking over at Tyler as you both took a seat at the bar. You knew Tyler’s favorite solution for problems at work was going out drinking with you. No one could calm Tyler down the way you could.

“Can’t it just be because I wanted to hang out with my best friend?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. You rolled your eyes at him, swatting his arm. “While I am a delight, I know that’s not it.” You encouraged him, letting your hand linger on his forearm.

His eyes darted down. The way your small hand was gripping onto his muscular arm was enough to distract him. You quickly pulled your hand away, feeling slightly embarrassed after seeing his reaction.

“Just tornado stuff. We had this big opportunity to get a bunch of data, but some of the equipment malfunctioned. We lost almost everything.” He explained. He was eager to move the conversation past how he had almost malfunctioned because you grabbed his arm.

You gave him a small sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, Tyler. That’s frustrating. You’ll figure it out. I mean, you’re the tornado wrangler after all.” You said, cheesily trying to cheer him up. Tyler chuckled and looked down at his hands.

Ever since Tyler had been branded the “Tornado Wrangler,” you loved to tease him about it.

“Oh, c’mon, you know I hate when you call me that.” He groaned, smiling at you. You cheekily shrugged your shoulders.

“I gotta go to the bathroom real quick. Can you watch my drink?” You asked him. Tyler quickly nodded, sliding your drink over in front of him. You rushed towards the bathroom, where you assumed there’d be a line.

“Two shots of tequila please,” Tyler heard a man come up to the bar and order beside him.

He didn’t pay a lot of attention to it, until he saw the man down both shots back to back, out of the corner of his eye. “Rough day?” Tyler joked, looking over at the man.

“Rough week,” the man corrected him, with a grim expression. Tyler looked at the man’s face, not being able to shake the feeling that he knew him from somewhere.

“Wait, do we know each other? You look familiar.” Tyler said, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought. The man gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think so, man.” He said, knowing he’d never seen Tyler before.

That’s when he saw Tyler’s eyes light up in recognition. “Oh, wait. You’re Finn, right?” He asked him.

Finn’s expression only became more anxious and worried. “Yeah, umm. I am, but how do you know my name? I don’t think we’ve ever met.” He asked.

Tyler quickly shook his head, trying to assure the man who was growing more nervous. “No, we haven’t met. You went on a date with my friend Y/N last weekend. She showed me your picture before you guys had your date.” Tyler said.

Finn nodded in recognition. All the memories of that night came rushing back to him. “Oh, yeah. That explains it.” Finn said, sheepishly. It was clear to Finn that this man he was speaking to didn’t know anything about how that date went.

“Sorry, don’t want to be rude. I’m Tyler, by the way.” Tyler said, quickly shaking Finn’s hand. Finn stared blankly back at him. “Tyler?” He asked, feeling his blood run cold. Tyler nodded, giving Finn a friendly smile.

Meanwhile, you were on your way back to the bar.

“Hey, Tyler. I’m back.” You said, reaching to grab your drink back from Tyler. Your gaze drifted past Tyler to the man that was standing beside him.

“Hey, Y/N. Good to see you.” Finn said, with a fake smile. You felt yourself freeze. You wanted to run away, but you couldn’t convince your feet to move.

“Oh—uh, Finn. Yeah, good to see you.” You nervously lied. Your eyes darted between Tyler and Finn. You were praying Finn hadn’t found out Tyler’s name. You were also praying he hadn’t told Tyler what happened.

“I guess you haven’t told your friend, Tyler, here that our date was kind of a bust.” He said, coldly.

You wrapped your hand around Tyler’s bicep, trying to tug him towards you. You wanted Tyler to get the hint that you really wanted to leave.

Tyler turned to face you. He saw the pure panic in your eyes. “You okay?” He asked you, quietly.

You tried to form the word “no,” but no sound would come out of your mouth. All you could imagine was Finn telling Tyler what happened. You could practically see the way that Tyler’s face would change.

“I think the guy deserves to know.” Finn said, noticing the way you were tensed up. You weren’t hard to read in this moment, but Finn had been humiliated when you said the wrong name. So, he wanted revenge.

“That’s none of his business.” You said firmly. You refused to look Tyler in the eye. You were worried that if you did, he’d somehow see into your soul and know what happened.

“Let’s go.” Tyler said, standing up and wrapping his hand tightly in yours. Tyler knew how uncomfortable Finn was making you and wanted to get you out of there as quick as possible.

Tyler turned to leave, pulling you with him when Finn yelled after you both.

“We hooked up, but she called out your name, not mine.” Finn said.

You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your stomach sank. You felt like the floor was going to open it up and pull you under.

You tugged your hand away and ran out of the bar and into the parking lot. Tyler was trying to process what he’d just heard.

He turned around to face Finn, who had a grin on his face. “The lady told you to shut up.” Tyler practically growled, shoving Finn against the bar.

Tyler turned on his heel to follow you towards the car.

When he got outside, he saw you standing by the passenger side of the truck. Your arms were crossed, and your eyes were focused on the ground.

“Sweetheart—” Tyler started to say before you cut him off.

“I want to go home.” You snapped. Your tone came out harsher than you meant to.

Tyler slowly nodded. He didn’t want to push you to talk about something you didn’t want to talk about. You both got into the car in complete silence.

Tyler hesitated before putting the keys in the ignition. He glanced over at you. He could see your eyes starting to water as you still refused to look at him.

He cautiously reached over to let his fingers interlace with yours. “Will you please look at me, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not scaring me away. I promise.” He said, softly.

You hesitantly looked over at him. He gave you a soft smile, trying to calm you down. “Finn was a douchebag for telling me, but I’m not going anywhere.” He assured you. You softly squeezed his hand.

He used his other hand to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “So…you were calling out my name, huh?” Tyler asked you, with a cocky smirk.

Your eyes went wide. You tugged your hand away from his and covered your face with your hands. “Tyler,” you complained, dragging out his name.

He chuckled to himself. “I wasn’t trying to tease you.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.

You peeked at him through your fingers. “That’s exactly what you’re doing, Owens.” You said, groaning to yourself.

He shook his head. Then, you felt him grab both your hands. His rough calloused skin scratching against your soft hands. He moved your hands away, looking you in the eye.

“I was just offering to make your little fantasies a reality.” He said in a low voice.

You leaped across the car, grabbing the collar of his shirt and kissing him. His hand flew to the back of your neck as he kissed you back.

You could taste the liquor on his lips. The kiss was sloppy and hungry. You’d both wanted this for too long to be patient. His fingers weaved through your hair, holding on tightly.

His other hand grabbed your waist. His fingers caressed the silky material of your dress. His mind could only think about how much softer your skin would be under his touch.

You seemingly read his mind. “Go ahead,” you mumbled against his lips. You could feel his lips curve up into a smirk. He slipped his fingers under your short dress, caressing your upper thigh.

He noticed the goosebumps that were covering your legs. It only encouraged him more. His hand slowly moved higher up your thigh.

You whimpered against the kiss. You felt the familiar aching between your legs. You needed his touch like you needed air. “So needy for me, baby,” he said, cockily.

The pet name sent a shiver rolling down your back. You bucked your hips up against nothing. “Please,” you begged him.

He rubbed his thumb across your clothed heat. A small wet patch had formed in your panties. Another whine came out of you.

He quickly pushed your panties to the side and plunged a finger into your folds. You gasped, pulling out of the kiss. Your eyelids softly fluttered closed.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled softly. Tyler peppered kisses to your shoulder as you leaned your head back. Your senses were overwhelmed. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head. He curled his finger inside of you, making you buck your hips against his hand.

“You want another, sweetheart? Can you handle that?” Tyler asked you. You furiously nodded your head. He could feel his jeans becoming strained as he watched you writhe under his touch.

He added another finger, stretching you out. Your mouth hung open as you adjusted. Your wetness only allowed Tyler to move his fingers quicker. He quickly moved them in and out, watching as your breath quickened.

Your stomach started to tighten. You reached for anything to sink your nails into. Your hand landed on Tyler’s bicep.

He pressed his thumb into your clit. “Tyler,” his name fell effortlessly from his lips. He quickened his pace. Every breath and moan from you made him go faster.

“Cum for me, baby,” he praised you.

He started rubbing circles around your clit. You whined, helplessly grinding your hips down against his hand. You swore you were seeing stars. “Oh fuck, Tyler, I’m gonna—” you swore, biting down your lip.

“Go ahead. Cum on my fingers.” He instructed. Your orgasm hit you. You clenched around his fingers, riding the high. “Tyler, so good,” you mumbled. Your legs were shaking, and you threw your head back against the headrest. He continued pumping his fingers into you.

“That’s it. There you go.” He softly praised you. Tyler’s fingers slowed down, helping you down from your peak. He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your lips softly.

He wiped his soaked fingers on his jeans. You softly nipped at his bottom lip. His smirk grew again. “What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” He asked you.

Instead of answering him, you climbed across the console into his lap. Tyler pulled out of the kiss to watch you, in shock. His eyes were wide at the sight in front of him.

You were straddling his lap. Your skirt was hiked up to your hips while your cum was running down your thigh. Your makeup was smudged. Your lips were swollen. And you looked tired out from your orgasm.

“Hold on, just a second, baby,” he said, quickly sliding his seat all the way back and leaning the chair as far back as it would go.

As soon as you both had more room, you were back all over each other. Tyler’s hands were possessively holding on your hips. You unbuttoned Tyler’s shirt as you kissed him. Feeling the last button come undone, you raked your nails over his bare chest. Tyler groaned into the kiss. Your touch was magic on him.

“Need you,” he mumbled against your lips. You tugged his shirt off his shoulders and threw it in the back seat.

Tyler leaned back as you reached for the hem of your dress. He watched with a cocky smile as you pulled the dress over your head. He’d just been fingers deep in you, but the sight of you in your bra and panties was enough to make him crazy.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, darling,” he practically moaned. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss him again. Your hands struggled to undo his belt while he unclasped your bra.

Having Tyler’s hands on you had your skin burning. You felt like your skin was on fire, in the best way. You could sense his desperation. His hands explored your body, not wanting to leave any part untouched.

His hands covered you, helping you undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He quickly tugged his jeans down to his knees.

You pulled out of the kiss to take a breath. Tyler buried his face in between your breasts, leaving sloppy kisses and a trail of saliva. He leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your eyes rolled back, grasping onto Tyler’s arms. “Need you, Tyler,” you mumbled.

“All you had to do was ask, baby.” He said, tugging down his boxers. His cock spring out, slapping against his stomach. He watched as you practically drooled over him. He brought you back into the moment as he pulled off your panties.

“You want to do this right here? Or you wanna move into the backseat?” He asked you, smirking at your eager expression.

“Right here,” you said. The words came out rushed as you captured his lips in a kiss. He smirked against your lips. “Hang on, sweetheart. If you’re gonna ride me, you’re gonna need this.” He said, grabbing his cowboy hat from the backseat and plopping it on your head. A bashful smile appeared on your face.

You shifted your weight, holding onto Tyler’s shoulders. “Go ahead, cowgirl.” He encouraged you with a wicked smile.

You slowly sunk yourself down onto his length. A low groan escaped Tyler’s lips at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Fuck, darling,” he moaned, grabbing at your hips. He helped lift you up and let you plunge back down on his cock.

“Oh, Ty— so good,” you mumbled, rolling your hips back into his.

Tyler took a mental picture of you riding him while wearing his hat. He wanted to remember it forever.

With his assistance, you sped up the pace. You were ramming your hips down against his. With each thrust, you could feel Tyler reaching deeper inside you.

“This what you were thinking about with that other guy? Thinking about wrapping your sweet pussy around my cock. You fit perfect. It’s like you were made for me.” Tyler praised you. His comments went straight to your core. Your legs started to shake.

His name fell from your lips. He bucked his hips up to meet yours halfway. “Need to…f-f-faster,” you stuttered, feeling your muscles begin to tighten.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help ya,” he assured you, grabbing a tight hold on your hips. He slammed you down on his cock.

You could feel him brush up against your g-spot. You clenched your eyes shut, a whimper escaping your lips. “That the spot, sweetheart? Don’t worry. I’ll give it the attention it needs.” He said, flipping your body over so he was on top.

“You did so good, honey. But just let me do the work. You focus on cumming for me.” He instructed you.

He braced his leg against the console and started pounding into you. Your legs began to shake. You wrapped your hands around the headrest, your knuckles turning white.

“I’m almost—” you said, breathlessly. The noises bouncing off the truck walls were almost pornographic. You could hear every thrust. From Tyler’s low groans every time you squeezed around his cock to the sound his cock made as it slipped through your wetness.

His hand flew down to your clit, rubbing small tight circles. “Can’t last much longer, darling,” Tyler moaned. You could tell from his erratic thrusts that he was telling the truth. You vision was starting to go white as the muscles in your abdomen contracted.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna— oh, fuck, Tyler.” You called out as you came around him. Your walls clenched down around his cock, pushing him over the edge. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips into yours and he came inside you.

He collapsed against you, slowing his pace and bringing you both down from your highs. His sweaty body pressed against yours.

“So, how’s that compare to what you were imagining?” Tyler asked you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You gasped for breath. “S-so much better,” you mumbled, breathlessly.

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fandom-imagines-stories · 28 days ago

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Tell Me a Lie

Matt Murdock x Reader

Words: 4617

Summary: Months of hell lead you to one moment- finding out your boyfriend is really alive. After figuring out where he’s been hiding, you concoct a plan- a very stupid, very dangerous plan- to draw him out.

Notes: This is a terrible summary, but whatever. I finally started season three and I thought putting the reader in this situation would be really interesting. Obviously, his relationship with Elektra wasn’t the same, but the whole self-destructive Matthew is here and ready for angst. I’m imagining this kinda between the episodes where Matt goes to the hotel and the prison, but doesn’t really follow the plot of the episodes, just my own. This is also just a mess, but oh well. (And I know this is kind of what Bella does in New Moon, but I kind of dig it so I won’t apologize haha)

Warnings: Attempted assault, violence, abandonment, alcoholism literally looking for danger (obviously, spoilers for season three)

More Matt Imagines: HERE

It didn’t smell like him anymore. Such a weird, stupid complaint, but it made you sick to your stomach to breathe in the musty air of the apartment.

You sat up, nursing your head in your hand, still pounding from the night before. Not that you’d slept, but hangovers still found a way to bite you in the ass. It was getting pathetic. Not that you cared. And not that your friends had actually used that word.

‘Concerning’ was Foggy’s favorite.

He could have his concern.

You chased the numb.

Anything was better than remembering he wasn’t here and the apartment you’d just started to share didn’t smell like him anymore.

You got out of bed on shaking limbs, feeling the nausea roll over you. You swayed, wondering if you’d throw up again. You didn’t.

You went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee to pull you out of the haze. Karen and Foggy were coming by today to talk about rent. You had to seem at least somewhat put together or they would try and talk you into getting help. Getting help meant moving on. Moving on meant giving up. Giving up meant lying to yourself. Admitting that he was dead and he wasn’t coming back.

But Matt Murdock wasn’t dead.

You could feel it.

The pounding at the door felt like knocking on your skull. You groaned.

Foggy stepped inside.

“Morning,” he greeted with his usual chipper smile.

You didn’t understand it. How he could still seem so happy after everything that happened. Then again, things went rather well for him after…

You shook the thoughts from your head. This wasn’t Foggy’s fault.

“Hey,” you croaked. You took a long, burning drink from your caffeinated cup and let its effects wash over you. “I thought you two were coming together?”

“Karen had… other stuff.” Foggy peaked around the corner, plastering a smile across his face. He figured he’d ease into the news. Especially because you looked- well- you looked the way you usually did these past few weeks. “But she says hi.”

You nodded and took another drink. “Coffee?”

“I already had some, thanks.”

He stood silently.

You stood silently. You raised a brow. “You can sit down, Foggy.”

“Right. Thanks.” He nodded awkwardly and took a seat on the couch. So much for playing it cool.

You set your mug to the side and leaned on the counter, fingers gripping the edge like a lifeline.

“What happened, Foggy?” You stared at the back of his head and felt that familiar squeezing, wrenching breathlessness in your chest. The same feeling when Claire dragged you out of Midland Circle. The same feeling when you watched the building fall. The same feeling when Matt didn’t walk out. “Is it… is it Matt? Did they find him?”

“No, it’s not about-” He blew out a sigh. “God, you haven’t seen the news then?”

You hurried around to stand in front of him, panic still evident in your exhausted eyes.

Foggy had to look away.

“Why, what’s on the news?”

He gulped. “Maybe you should sit down.”

“Just tell me what happened,” you scoffed. The sound came out as a nervous laugh, but on the inside, you were screaming.

His blue eyes met yours.

“Wilson Fisk made a deal with the feds. He’s out of prison.”

You blinked. The crushing in your chest was replaced by your heart stopping.

“What?” You choked out. Of all the things you were expected to hear, Fisk’s name wasn’t one of them.

“Well, not out exactly. He’s apparently giving them information that’s made him a target in his old prison so they’re keeping him in a cushy penthouse for ‘safety purposes.’” He spat each word out.

You put a hand on the back of the chair for support. “Fisk is free?”

“Like I said, he isn’t free, but-”

You held up a hand to stop him.“Where’s this hotel?”

The courtyard was absolute mayhem. Reporters scurried in every direction, each harassing a different agent for information they wouldn’t get. Matt dodged in between them. The noise made his still recovering head pound, but he could still pick out enough to get through. He ducked his head when he heard Karen’s voice, a small moment of panic almost making him turn around.

He kept moving.

The crowds didn’t surprise you. And neither did seeing the familiar blonde head weaving through the groups with determined strides. You hurried after her, almost bumping into the man in front of you, but he stepped out of the way just in time.

“Karen!” You called.

Gold strands whipped around. Her clear blue stare cut through the crowd.

“Y/N?” She said, pushing through to you. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“So it’s true.” You tilted your head to the top of the building, its windows reflecting the sun in blinding brightness. “Wilson Fisk is up there?”

She sighed. “Foggy told you then?”

“If you’re planning on an ‘it isn’t safe for you to be here’ speech, save it,” you snapped. “I could tell you the same thing.”

She bit her cheek, looked you over, and determined you looked sober enough. “Alright, follow me.”

Matt couldn’t move. He tried to force his feet forward, but the heavy beating of his heart filled his ears and made it impossible to navigate the space around him.

Your voice. Your scent. Even your heartbeat stood out amongst the dozens of people there. And for a moment, just a moment, he wanted to turn around.

“Promise me we’ll go on that trip we talked about, yeah?” You laughed, though the air was salty with your tears and your voice shook. He kissed your lips for the last time.

“I promise.”

But that wasn’t what haunted Matt for the last few months. Your sweet words of promise and hope stung, but they weren’t what kept him from going to you. Your screams were.

“Let me go! Matt! No! Matty! I won’t leave him! Matt!” Even with countless floors between, Matt could hear your gut-wrenching screams as the others dragged you out of the building just before it blew. “Matt! Please! Matt!”

“Matt?”

It took him a moment to realize that your voice now wasn’t from his memory. It was now.

You’d seen him. But judging by the direction, there was a chance you hadn’t seen his face. He could ignore you and chances were, you’d think you were crazy. Just another offense he’d committed against you.

He wanted to turn around, to hold you and kiss your lips again and tell you he was okay and everything was going to be okay. That he was still your Matt.

But the man you fell in love with was gone. He was buried under Midland Circle.

Matt kept walking.

You’d seen him. As crazy as it was, you knew it was him. He’d heard you. He must have because he stopped- just for a second, but he stopped. Karen may not have believed you, though you could tell she wanted to, but it didn’t matter.

It was Matt.

Somehow, it didn’t make any sense but it all made sense at the same time. He was going after Fisk. Of course, he was. Not even the grave couldn't stop your Matt from protecting his city. From protecting you.

What you didn’t understand is why he kept walking. He acted like you weren’t there, but he of all people couldn’t have simply not noticed you. He’d left you there on purpose.

He’d left you.

You paced the apartment with your hands raking through your hair with one question on your mind.

Why?

Sure, Matt would always use the excuse of protecting you before, but this time felt different. Had you done something? Had you not done enough at Midland Circle? What happened to him?

Was it your fault?

The explosion was your idea and it buried him. Did he blame you as much as you blamed yourself?

Your feet halted in front of the closet door. Behind the door was a box. Inside the box was the emptiness that haunted your every waking moment for the past you didn’t even know how many days anymore. Your fingers clutched at the neck of the bottle on the table. The drink burned.

None of it mattered. ‘Why’ didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was out there and he left you and as the burn raced down your throat you knew what you needed to do.

And you knew where he might be.

The gentleness of your touch eased the sting of the disinfectant as you dabbed it on his wounds. It wasn’t the first night he’d come back cut and beaten, but you didn’t let your worry deter your movements. He came back. That’s what mattered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, your voice as soft as your motions. You touched a particularly sore spot and he winced. As you went to draw your hand away, he caught it in his, fingers grasping at yours, still clenched around the towel.

“Can we just… sit for a while?” He breathed.

You nodded. He wiped away any blood remaining on his skin and set the towel aside. His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest. He listened to your heartbeat. You listened to his.

Matt remembered the woman he’d come across earlier that night. Two men had jumped her. They were going to take what they wanted and leave her for dead. He’d taken his time beating them senseless while she got away. But her screams still echoed through his head.

He tensed beneath you and you looked up at him through your lashes.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

You sat up. “Matt.”

“It’s nothing,” he managed a laugh. “Really. Just come here.” He coaxed you back to him, but the tension was still there. He breathed in your presence and let out a low sigh. His arms tightened around you. “I’d never let anything happen to you.” His tone was different. Almost afraid.

You drew lines on his chest. “I know.”

“And I’d never hurt you, or at least mean to, anyway, but I know that I have and I’m-”

“Matty.” You crawled up so you were beside him, taking his face in your hands. “All I ask is that you come home at the end of the night.” You kissed his cheek. “In one piece, preferably.” He chuckled and you pressed your lips to his. You whispered in between kisses. “Just come home.”

He talked about this place sometimes. Not often. Getting Matt to open up about his childhood was like pulling teeth, but in those last few months together, he’d started to trust you enough to let you in.

This felt like a betrayal of that. Using your knowledge to expose him. To confront him for leaving you behind. A sober you might have thought of that. But the whiskey-fueled your anger, the rum your despair, and everything else blocked out any logical thought.

What was the word Foggy used?

Right.

Concerning.

“Alright, Matthew,” you called out. Your voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper as you tried to hold back sobs. The wind stung the streaks of tears on your cheeks, but the more you tried to wipe them away, the more they fell. You took a drink. “This is it. Now or never.”

You waited. You gave him a chance to stop you.

“You always said you would never let anything happen to me, right? That you’d never hurt me.” You held your arms out at your sides. “Well, here we are, you goddamn liar!” Your voice echoed through the street. He would have been able to hear you for blocks, but standing just outside his damn door had to be good enough. “Come out, Matt!”

“Dude, check out this crazy bitch,” a voice said from behind you.

Your stomach flipped. You swallowed the nervous bile in your throat. This was part of the plan. Sure, you thought you’d have to do a little more seeking, but this worked even better. There was only one way your tangled-up mind could figure that would get Daredevil to come out to play. You just hoped he would bring your Matt with him.

You turned around. Two men stood in front of you, both of them with eyes scanning your body and lips forming smirks. Oh yeah. They were perfect.

“What did you just say to me?” You tried to make your voice sound more confident than you actually felt. You wanted their anger, not their pity.

“Hey, no need to be like that, I was just kidding,” the taller one said, holding his hands up in mock innocence. “I was just about to tell my buddy that you look a little lost.”

“Yeah, maybe she could use our help,” his friend agreed. “Do you want our help?” From the sound of his tone ‘help’ was the last thing he was offering.

They both stepped towards you.

And then a thought broke through your intoxicated, reckless mind.

What if Matt really was dead?

It made you freeze. It almost made you sober.

What if you just saw some guy that looked like him? What if you’d imagined it all together? What if all this time you’d been hoping- hell, even praying- that he would come back and he was still down there, at the bottom of Midland Circle, crushed and bloody and… gone?

The men took another step forward, looking equally confused as they were intrigued.

What if there was no one around to save you?

You held your head high.

You hoped they’d kill you.

Either way, at least you would know.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” The tall one asked. Sweetheart. The word stung. It belonged to someone else.

You didn’t say anything and just started swinging. Fist to teeth, then foot against knee, you actually managed to do some damage before the friend grabbed your arms from behind. You stomped on his foot as hard as you could. Just because this was part of your plan didn’t mean you were going to make it easy for them. It had to at least look like you tried. For Foggy and Karen.

The thought of the two of them threw you off. It made you blink, which allowed the lead prick to get a hold of your hair and use it to throw you to the ground.

“You wanna play it that way, fine,” he growled.

“Hair pulling?” You sneered up at him. “What, did your little sister teach you that move?”

“Mouthy little bitch.” He brought his heel down on your head. Hard. It probably should have knocked you out, but you could still see through blurred vision with darkness around the edges. They started to walk away.

“W-wait,” you said. The feet at the edge of your vision stopped. “Wait, come here.” You beckoned him to you with your hand. He crouched down. “Is that all you’ve got, pussy?”

The hit came faster than you prepared for, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He kicked. And kicked. And kicked. Blood filled your mouth. You thought you heard a knife click open, but then everything went silent.

And there was only one pair of feet.

A grunt. A thud. A body hitting the pavement.

“What the…” Your main assailant gasped.

You blinked, trying to see what was going on.

“Hey, man, she started it, I swear.” Another grunt. Another thud. Another body hit the pavement.

A masked face appeared over yours.

You smiled through the pain. “I knew it.”

He took off the black band, revealing his panicked face. It was the last thing you saw before the darkness in your head took over.

Matt carried you downstairs, every sense tuned into the creaking of your broken ribs, the smell of the blood leaking from your lips, your head, your nose. He focused on the sound of your heart. It was still beating.

It was still beating.

“Sister!” He called.

Sister Maggie, in all her wise-cracking wisdom, had known to be there. Matt didn’t know how, but not for the first time he was grateful for her presence. She helped without him having to ask.

“Is she breathing?” She asked.

“Barely. Her ribs are broken. I-I can’t tell how hard she hit her head.” He laid you on the bed, still listening to the semi-steady thump thump, thump thump.

“Who is she?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hands roamed your features, the gentle curve of your cheek now split with a bleeding gash. He ran a finger over your lips. As if to confirm it was really you. He had to feel, had to know. Know that this was his fault. Your words echoed in his head.

You’d never hurt me.

You goddamn liar.

You were here for him. The reckoning for his sins these past weeks.

“Matthew, who is she?” Margaret pressed again.

“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “Just help her.” Matt’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Please.”

Sister Maggie frowned, fingers clenched around the cloth she’d used to clean some of the blood. “You need to take her to a hospital.”

“Don’t.” Your voice rasped between them. “Don’t you dare.” You started to sit up, using shaking arms to push yourself upright even as your insides felt like they wanted to rip out of you just from breathing.

“Stay down,” Matt said. He sat on the edge of the bed, easing you back to a lying position. “Try not to move.”

“I knew it.”

“Y/N-”

“I fucking knew it.” You pushed back. He was stronger. Matt kept you down as gently as he could.

“Sister, will you give us a minute?”

You turned to the woman you hadn’t noticed. She seemed glad to leave.

Matt didn’t face you. He stood up from the bed and paced along the concrete floor, keeping a distance away that made you want to scream. You wanted to touch him. To make sure he was really there. But he hovered away from you like a ghost.

“Those guys really did a number, huh?” You managed to sit up and this time, he didn’t stop you. Your head, however, wanted to bash itself in. Between the trauma and the liquor, you weren’t sure which made you more nauseous. “But the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is always around to save the day.”

“You did it on purpose,” Matt said, shoulders stiff. “You provoked them. They could have killed you and you-” He sucked in a breath. “Why?”

“I’m an adrenaline junkie. I drink, I look for trouble. It’s becoming quite the hobby.” You were lying. You knew he could tell.

He stood still, head tilting slightly. “You knew I’d come.”

“Ding ding ding.” You fell back on the bed and let the ceiling spin.

Matt couldn’t speak. The panic he’d felt was slowly being engulfed by anger, though it was hard to tell at who. You were looking for a fight, that much he gathered was true. You were drunk, though the fight sobered you up some. Everything he’d ever told you, everything he’d done to try and keep you safe, would have been thrown away tonight. You would have let those men kill you if it meant he wasn’t there.

And it was all his fault.

He did the one thing he promised he wouldn't. He left. You’d never judged him, never questioned his need to put on the suit. All you ever asked was that he come back to you and this time, he didn’t. By choice, he didn’t. Just like everyone in both of your pasts, he abandoned you. This was your choice to get back at him, whether or not you believed he was alive.

“I saw you,” you said quietly. “Today, at the hotel. I knew it was you.” The sure, stubbornness in your voice was gone, replaced by a cracking, wrenching sadness. “I had to know.”

Matt didn’t say anything. He just reached for the lamp and switched off the light.

“Get some rest.”

When you woke up, you were in the hospital, bandages on your cuts, and more hungover than you’d felt in a long time.

Matt was gone.

They didn’t discharge you, but you left anyway. If they looked too closely at your emergency contacts, they’d find someone who was supposed to be dead and Karen. The latter was not someone you wanted to face right now.

So, with a couple of busted ribs and one hell of a concussion, you went back to the apartment. His apartment. The place where he first kissed you, first touched you, first-

Now it was just yours. He didn’t want it anymore.

You half debated going back to the church and demanding he talk to you. You’d like to see the brilliant lawyer try to talk his way out of this one. But in the end, everything hurt too much to face him. You wanted a drink.

Unlocking the door, the click hit your chest harder than any of that creep’s kicks.

You knew.

You may not have had his abilities, but you knew.

Walking in, you didn’t dare turn around and look at the stairs. You didn’t have to.

“I’m all better now if that’s what you wanted to see,” you said. You threw your jacket on the floor and kicked off your boots.

Matt didn’t move from his place by the roof entrance. He stood over you like a judgemental god and you wanted to hit him for it. You might have if he didn’t already look like hell itself spat him back out.

“You wanted them to kill you,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Not an accusation. An acknowledgment.

“I wasn’t going to stop them if they tried.” You shrugged. You moved to the kitchen. “Beer?”

“You shouldn’t drink with the amount of pain medication they gave you.” He said it so matter-of-factly. Like he was just your boyfriend and looking out for you. But he wasn’t and you didn’t know what he was to you anymore.

“Yeah, well, it’s going to wear off at some point so I might as well get ahead of the curve here.”

“Y/N-” He stepped. The steps creaked.

“Don’t.” You held up a hand. “Don’t come anywhere near me, Matt Murdock.”

He flinched at the sound of his name like it was a blade you held against his throat.

“Stay where you are,” you said and twisted off the bottle top, grasping so hard the rigid edge dug into your palm. “Shit.” It sliced your skin and your blood dripped onto the wooden floor.

You didn’t watch him descend the stairs or cross the space between you. You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t see his hand grab yours, wrapping the small but deep cut with gauze he carried with him. You yanked away the moment his hold lightened.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Y/N-” He said again, your name hurting more than his own.

“You’re dead!” Your scream filled the apartment. You knew it filled his head. Everything always did. Good. Let it.

Matt didn’t step away, but he did let his hand fall back to his side.

“I know.”

You tried your best not to shake, not to cry and show the weakness you’d felt for the last weeks. Then again, you wanted him to know. You wanted him to feel everything you’d felt.

“Tell me you were trapped somewhere. Tell me you tried everything you could to get back to us and you just broke free,” you pleaded. “Tell me a lie, Matt, because I’d rather hear that than whatever bullshit reason you can give me.”

He opened his mouth, but you didn’t let him speak, reading his face before he could say it.

“I swear, if you say something about ‘protecting me’, then you should have just left me to those creeps because that would have been better than listening to that broken record again.” You turned your back and for that second, you let yourself crumple, but only for a second and completely silent.

“It wasn’t about you.”

You straightened up again. “It never was.”

Now, with you facing away, it was his turn to break. Matt sucked in a sharp breath to keep himself together as you continued.

“It was always about you, Matt. About your insisted martyrdom.” You didn’t try to stop your tears now, tasting their salt as they flowed past your lips. “Your city. The rest of us just live here, right?” You turned around, stepping towards him. “But at least we live.” With your hands on his chest, you pushed him back. “Which is a hell of a lot harder than hiding.”

You pushed again and again and again and he just stood there and took it. Your flattened hands turned to fists, hitting harder and harder until you were sure you’d leave bruises on his chest.

It was when you collapsed that he finally moved, throwing his arms around you before you could hit the floor, your legs giving out under the weight of your utter, complete agony. Your sobs choked you and rattled through Matt like gunfire. You kept fighting him, even as he held you, the pain of your injuries was nothing compared to what you felt in your soul. Like the shattered pieces were being forced back together, but didn’t fit anymore.

Matt wanted to make it stop. He wanted more than anything to take all of the pain away and tell you it was going to be okay. He was here now. But he was the cause of it all and there was nothing he could do to change it.

And while there was still a dark part of him that wanted to leave you here, to shield you from him entirely, Matt knew if he tried to walk away now, he wouldn't survive it. Daredevil or Matt Murdock, it didn’t matter. He was yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair.

“You were dead,” you said again, this time with broken words blending together with your sobs. “I tried to go back. I tried to get into Midland Circle, but they dragged me out. I tried, Matt, I-”

He cut you off with a kiss on the forehead and held you closer.

“I know.” He could still hear your screams, your pleas to give up your life to try and save him. He’d thrown it away, everything you’d tried to make of him. Of the two of you, together.

You’ll get her killed too. Fisk’s voice in his head pierced his skull like a blade. I will crush her. I’ll tear her apart piece by piece, Matthew, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.

“She’ll put up a hell of a fight first,” Matt muttered.

“What?” You pulled back to look up at him.

He shook his head and held you closer still until the lines between you blurred together.

“Nothing.”

Even though every part of him now screamed to get away, he couldn’t move. Even as you knelt in front of him, pulling his lips down to yours, he didn’t fight it. A shock worse than any punch went through his system the moment you kissed him. Like every nerve was finally waking up.

Maybe he wasn’t dead after all.

Matt cupped your cheek with one hand and slipped the other to the small of your back, urging you to stand and walk with him to the bed neither of you had slept in in weeks.

He’d decide in the morning.

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Day 10-Cunnilingus-Hisoka/Reader

Notes: this one is kinda short, sorry. Went to a concert tonight so i dont have much time lol

also title is from 'Guess' by Charlie xcx & Billie Eilish

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The music pounds in your ears, numbing your brain as you stir your cocktail stick uselessly, watching the colores flash across the bodies on the dance floor, across the far walls. Your friend Vera, sitting beside you at the bar takes a sip of her drink and winces.

“Bad?” You say over the music, grinning as she shoves it away from her slowly.

“Terrible,” She says, rolling her eyes. “My fault, I felt adventurous. Maybe trying one of their specials was a bad idea.”

You laugh, eyeing the ambiguously labeled specials on the menu, and take a small sip of your own drink. It's not bad, but you played it safe, and ordered a drink you knew this club made well.

“It's nice to have you out again, Name.” Vera says, smiling genuinely across the table as the two of you lean forward, shouting back and forth. “It's been a while.”

“I guess,” You say, taking another sip to let yourself think. “I’ve been busy.”

Vera eyes you out of the corner of her black eyes, the silver glitter on her eyelids glowing with each flash of light. You stare at her, catching in her cute clubbing outfit, and then past her to the mass of moving bodies on the dance floor.

Vera raises a delicately plucked eyebrow at you.

“It's not because of—”

“No, Vera.” You say with a roll of your eyes. You actually have been really busy. “I had to help my sister move, remember. And then work was a handful.”

“Those kids giving you trouble?” Vera asks with a wink. You smile.

“No, they're very sweet.” You say, taking another swig of your drink. “Just a lot.”

The sweet kindergarteners you had gotten this year were very well behaved kids. You’ve only had to break up one small fight over a pair of pink scissors, and not the dozens you got last year. You shudder, the problem children had moved on to first grade.

Managing any large number of small bodies was a time sink, and mentally draining. But you wouldn't trade it for the world.

“So, you're really over him?” Vera says, leaning forward to shout directly in your ear. You feign ignorance, spinning your glass on the counter.

“Who?” You ask, looking a bit over her left shoulder and not in her eyes. Vera has a scary talent for telling when someones lying. Not like you're lying, just stretching the truth a bit so she doesn't worry. But you're totally over him.

Vera’s eyes slide over the dance floor, surveying the thrusting bodies and you take the opportunity to take a small sip of your drink, smiling in relief. At least she's not looking at you with those knowing eyes. Vera hums conversationally.

“Wow, there's this really tall man with red hair—”

You don't even let her finish her sentence. You spit your drink, turning your head so fast you almost choke, and survey the crowd.

“Wait where?” You shout, looking over the crowds of moving and twisting bodies frantically. “I can't see where he is, Vera. You gotta hide me.”

A short silence falls, as Vera fails to respond. It takes you about ten seconds of searching the crowd until you realize she's fooled you. You flush and turn away from the crowd, avoiding her eyes.

“Over him, huh.” Vera hums, swiping your drink to take a swig. You sigh, turning back to her and away from the dance floor, trying to cover for your embarrassment.

“I am, I promise.” You mutter, snatching your now empty drink glass away from her with a sigh. “Why does it matter anyway? It's been months, and it's not like he's here.”

“You never know. Better to be safe than sorry.” Vera shouts, hopping down from the bar stools with a grin. “Wanna dance?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Later.” You say, you're a bit too tired for the dance floor right now. Maybe after a couple more drinks. Vera frowns.

“You want me to stay?” She asks, hand on her hips. You shake your head, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a smile. Vera’s a good friend, but you dont wanna hold her back. She's gonna be tearing up the dance floor any moment.

“Nah, you go ahead.” You say, motioning towards the bartender. “I'll join you in a bit.”

“Alright,” Vera says, “If you leave early, text me.”

“Same,” You shout and she waves a hand back towards you as she disappears onto the dance floor. You smile after her, watching the silver of her top vanish between the writhing bodies. The bartender slides another drink across the bar and you pay with a smile, sinking back into your bar stool with a sigh. It's nice to be out again, letting the music run through your bones, the alcohol smooths down your anxieties and worries and leaves you with just pleasant thoughts. You down the drink quickly, politely declining the next one offered to you with as much of a smile as you can muster. Thankfully the guy takes it surprisingly well, accepting it and moving on to the next girl. How rare.

At some point you get up and join the people on the dance floor. You don't dance well, you don't even really dance, you mostly let the bass take you, whirling you around your small circle of space. There isn't much room inside the twisting and writhing bodies. At some point you find Vera, tangled with a man and the two of you dance together, until you're pulled apart again.

It's nice to let go, to writhe and twist and scream with the other people on the dance floor. You're not even drunk, just buzzed enough to forget your problems and dance.

The man who is dancing behind you smells really familiar. A faint perfume you cant place, mixed with sweat and what might be the copper tang of blood. You disregard it, swaying to the music, until you trip back into him. He's quite tall, you notice as your back his his chest. Muscular too, with how hard his chest is. His hands wind around your waist, studeying you on your feet with a small chuckle. He sounds a bit familiar, feels a bit familiar, like you should know him. But your buzzed mind doesn't want to think too hard.

You throw a half hearted apology over your shoulders as he steadies you, hands feeling lovely on your waist.

And then you never move away.

Somehow his hands just stay on your body, moving up and down, occasionally around, letting your sway and grind against him. In your half drunk mind it all feels familiar, and comforting in a way. Not to mention the usual doses of arousal.

As large hands, planning over the skin of your stomach, want to praise yourself for the thin tank top you were wearing with your low waisted pleated skirt. Your future self is thanking you very much right now, as the man's large hand winds under the hem of your tank top, fingers sitting on your navel. The other one has found its way up to rest on your boob. Not squeezing or touching, just resting. You wish he would do more.

Out of the corner of your eye you can make out a familiar flash of red as the man leans his head down, breath brushing your left ear.

“It's been a long time my dear.” Hisoka whispers in your ear, teeth nipping lightly at the top. You whimper, but make no move to pull away. He chuckles.

“You don't seem surprised.”

You already knew. Maybe from the moment you first caught his scent. How in the world could you forget the scent of a man you’d dated for three years. Your own body is a liar, clearly. You sigh, spinning around in his arms and pressing your face into his chest.

“Shut up,” You mutter against the black t-shirt he wears. “Don't ruin it.”

“I wouldn't dare,” Hisoka coos, hands winding down your waist, hands resting on your ass. You sigh, hands entangled in his body, arms entangled together. His hands are cold, a strange sensation among the sweaty crowd, pulsing with heat and life. And they send a chill through your body as they trace a thin line where the fabric of your pleated skirt meets the top of your thighs. A line as thin as your restraint.

You want Hisoka. Badly. You shove down your desire and bite your lip.

“I've missed this,” You mutter, the alcohol thinning the net of restraint between your arousal and your common sense. You hide your face in his muscled chest. It shakes as he chuckles, rewarding your lack of restraint with a gentle trace of the meat of your thighs. You sigh.

“You're certainly loose-lipped.” Hisoka chuckles as his fingers trace gentile lines below the hem of your skirt. And then, after a slight pause, “Me too.”

You don't want to delude yourself into thinking he sounds more sincere. But your more conscious mind notes the words. You know he's not lying. His body is as eager as yours.

“Here all alone?” He asks, somehow managing to sound condescending over the raging electronic music and the raging fire of arousal and resentment mixing into a heady cocktail of delight. You shake your head into his chest, hands notting in the fabric of his shirt and digging into his back. Hisoka's hands are towing the line, tracing father and farther under your skirt. You don't protest.

“No,” You murmur, “With Vera.”

“Ah, no boyfriend then?” He asks, one of his cold fingers brushing your butcheek. Your pussy drools against your black panties, longing for the familiar touch of his thick fingers. Flashes of a past relationship flit in your touches, behind your eyes.

“No,” You mutter, grinding against his hands. “Not right now.”

“What a surprise,’ Hisoka coos, “I would have assumed you would have no trouble finding a decent replacement. Maybe a less attractive one.”

You sigh, digging your nails into his back. You know it wont do anything but turn him on, but you want to show your annoyance somehow. Hisoka’s cold hand takes a handful of your ass, squeezing it appreciatively.

“You're hard to replace.” You sigh, as you pull your head off his chest. Looking up at him was maybe a mistake. Hisoka is really sexy, more sexy than you had even remembered in your dreams. That fire red hair, down and distracting, hiding the flickering yellow of his eyes. He grins down at you, as if he's gazing upon a prize or a treasured painting. You hate the hint of emotion you catch behind his eyes. You wish it was pure lust.

His kisses taste like alcohol. Like fire and salt and the past, and you melt into his arms with a sigh, resentment lingering in your touch. A hand slips fully under your skirt, fingers sliding over your panties. He chuckles, fingers slick against the mess you know he finds down there.

“Messy,” Hisoka coos, as a single finger slips under the lace. A tease of what's to come. You whimper, yanking at his shoulders.

“Wait.” You murmur. To his credit he freezes, hands placed incriminatingly on your body, your waist, your pussy. It's like he's been caught doing something he's not allowed, someone he's not allowed to do. “Not here.” You finish, as your hips grind on that hand, against your will.

“Hmm,” Hisoka coos, as his thumb finds your clit. “Back area it is then?”

Your back arches against him, moan tumbling from your lips. The people around you haven't noticed, but you know they will soon. You nod.

♥♥♥

There are a lot of things you could be doing instead of making out with your ex in the dingy back area of a club. Work, for example. Or maybe finishing your newest painting. Or perhaps even chores, or folding laundry, or grocery shopping. But instead you had your legs hooked around the muscled hips of Hisoka, as he practically eats your mouth off your face entirely.

You pull your hands from his hair, head falling back with a clunk against the wall as he mouths at your neck, leaving possessive little hickeys for a future you.

You don't want to stop him.

“We shouldnt do this,” You maon, head rolling to the side, resting against the wall. You can hear the pulsing from the bass through the wall, the muffled sounds of music and bodies. Hisoka has you against a wall, tucked away in the corner of a hallway, behind a do not enter sign. But the two of you were never one to follow directions anyway.

“Why not?” Hisoka purrs against your neck. “It's just meaningless sex.”

He sucks another hickey into your neck and it stings, matching with the words that escape his mouth. You whimper, digging your nails into his back. You want to rip the damn shirt off those broad shoulders.

“It's meaningless.” You murmur, grabbing that red hair and yanking him up to kiss you again. “Just sex.” You moan, tapping the muscled arms holding you suspended off the ground. He lets you drop to the ground, your heels clacking on the ground.

It's just meaningless. You can do meaningless, emotionless sex. If Hisoka isn't attached, neither are you. You'd rather roll around naked on a hotbed of coals than let that damn man hold something over your head.

Hands tangled in that red hair, you force him down to his knees.

Hisoka is strong, much stronger than you both physically and in terms of nen. If he wanted to he could easily resist your guidance, he could shove you through the wall if he really tried. But he lets you push him, sinking to his knees with the kind of grin that splits you between slapping him and cumming. You whine, gripping his hair and shoving him close to your pussy. Hisoka smirks.

“You're so eager for me,” He coos, cold hands stroking your thigh. “Are you sure you aren't still attached?”

You glare, hoisting one leg up and over his broad shoulders.

“Shut up,” You moan, head falling back against the wall with a clunk. Hisoka smirks, and does as you instruct.

Hisoka might be an annoying egotistical asshole, but if you could give him anything, he was extremely skilled in bed.

You watch as he grips the gusset of your panties, arms flexing as he rips the place clean in half. You want to complain as you watch the lace pieces fall off your thighs and tumble to the floor, but then he puts his tongue to work and any complaints dissolve in your throat.

God, you missed this. You anchor your hands in his hair as his hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart. The bass thumbs through your body, as Hisoka works his magic on your pussy. His nimble tongue dances around your clit, working up your already tense body, tying it as tight as a bowstring. You whimper, hands yanking and pulling at his hair.

Hisoka looks so good like this, on his knees, hair mussed and eyes hazy, a large bulge tenting his pants. And most importantly, silent.

Slurps and dirty squelching noises fill the empty hallway, accompanied by moans and groans, and of course the bass pumping through the walls and connecting with your body.

Fucking your ex was a terrible idea, logically speaking. But as your body archings off the wall, as Hisoka suctions his lips around your clit and sucks, the idea seems really bright and clever. God he's so good at this.

“Fuck,” You mutter, back arching as you feel your orgasm looming closer and closer. “Want more.”

“How eager~!” Hisoka pants, pulling away from your pussy for a moment, his spit slicked lips shining in the lowlight. You groan, muttering something in between his name and ‘shut the hell up’, and then your complaints dissolve into a whine as he abruptly shoves his fingers into your cunt.

Your back arches off the wall, head tipped back, mouth parted in a loud moan. Hisoka knows what he's doing. He knows what you like, how many fingers you want, how fast you want it, how you like your clit sucked.

He knows it all.

And you hate that.

Hisoka holds the power to drive you wild, panting, insane, and you hate it.

“Gonna cum,” You whine, bucking your pussy against his face. HIsoka mutters something unimportant into your pussy, but all you can muster is a moan of warning before you come.

Your orgasms overwhelms you, stars and lights and red bursting on your eyelids as the arousal falls around you, pumping through your veins in time with the bass.

“Oh god, Hisoka,” You moan as you cum, and faintly your common sense scolds you for letting him know he has any power over you. But the rest of your body is currently occupied by the orgasms running in waves through your body, by the man on his knees before you.

“Good, huh my dear?” Hisoka coos when you cum down, rising from his feet with an obnoxious smirk. It turns you on.

“Shut up,” You whine, pulling your skirt over your naked ass. Hisoka laughs.

“You’ll have to stand me for a little longer, I'm afraid.” He purrs, hand on your waist as you hobble out of the hallway, and towards the main floor of the club. “I know you can't get it this good anywhere else.”

You want to ignore him, to bruise that massive ego of his but right now you would rather ride the massive dick he has hidden in his pants.

“Fuck you Hisoka.” You mutter as the two of you wind your way across the dance floor and towards the exit of the club. Hisoka chuckles.

“Soon, dear.” He says, hand winding under your skirt to stroke your bare pussy. “Be a good girl and be patient?”

You choke on a moan, slapping his hand away from your bare pussy lest you cum on the floor of the club. You shoot Vera a text before you leave, informing her of your bad decisions. All you receive in response is a simple text.

‘I knew it.’

And then

‘Enjoy it.’

You laugh a bit, stepping out into the cold air as Hisoka’s hand winds under your skirt to smooth over your pussy again. You think you very much will.

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Endnotes: yay, all done! hope yall enjoyed

#mariannacrxss #helplesslypurple77kinktober #hunter x hunter #hxh smut #hisoka morow #hxh x reader #hisoka smut #hisoka x reader

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One More Reason to Control Myself {Angus Tully x Reader}

Summary: Angus Tully knows she's hiding something. Why else would she lie about where she was the morning of Christmas Eve?

Part 5 of 10 (Masterlist)

Warnings: Swearing, period typical sexism, and mention of exploitation of a minor.

We get an Angus POV chapter, motherfuckaas!! I had fun writing from his perspective while also giving him a little more backstory as well. Also, considering I want to try and eliminate the Y/N effect, anytime there's a she or her (italicized) it's you, dear reader. Shoutout to me forgetting there was a character named Danny in the movie, so I have to cover my ass for naming the creep "Daniel". Also, part 2 of an Angus/Reader coded song (what do you mean it breaks my heart? No it doesn't!)

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“So, why’d you miss supper last night, and why is little miss Jane Bennet missing breakfast now too?”

That was what Mary asked Angus and Paul Hunham at Christmas Eve breakfast. Mr. Hunham glanced around, trying not to show his nerves, but failed. “Oh, we went into town on some uh, school-related business. As for my daughter…I do not know; she wasn’t there when I woke up, have you seen her, Angus?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

Mary hummed. The door opened, and in came Danny, the janitor who, even in the below freezing temperatures of winter, somehow almost had a smile on his face. Carrying in a mop and bucket, he greeted. “Good morning, everybody.”

“Good morning,” Mary pointed to the kitchen. “you can go on in and fix yourself a plate.”

He nodded. “I just saw something funny. I walked into the gym, and someone had vomited in there.”

Angus stilled as he drank his orange juice. Mary looked at him and Mr. Hunham, and the two of them looked at each other.

“You don’t say,” it was Paul who spoke first. “I don’t know anything about that.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Angus answered loosely.

“No, uh, I’ll look into that right away. Thank you.”

Mary raised one of her brows. “I see how it is.”

Danny shook his head, walked over to Angus, and placed the bucket and mop by him before walking away. “You’re out your mind.”

Angus sighed, fiddling with the eggs on his plate. It had been a week of a frozen hell for him (perhaps not so bad…he made a friend. A friend who, despite there being billions of nerves in the body, she still managed to get on every single one of them; yet, he knows he does the same to her). Still, as Christmas Eve was supposed to be a time of excitement for the holidays, Angus Tully felt nothing of the sort.

He had no idea if it was because he was getting older, or because his father wouldn’t be there after Christmas mass, carrying him out of the car when he pretended to fall asleep.

Maybe it’s because he didn’t live in the same house anymore where the Christmases he used to love took place…

Fortunately, his moments of wintertime dread were gone once the doubles doors from the outside were opened. He watched as Mr. Hunham’s daughter entered, pulling off her gloves and unwrapping the scarf that was brought up over her hair and around her neck.

“And where were you?” Mary was the first to interrogate, sitting beside Angus, still smoking her cigarette.

She smiled, approaching the table. “Out.”

“Out where?” Her father then questioned.

Chuckling, the girl pulled out a chair by her father and sat down, taking an orange of the fruit basket, peeling it. “Just on a walk. I gotta clear my head from you people sometimes.”

Mr. Hunham shook his head, not necessarily shocked by her response, but still bewildered. “Clear your-? How long were you out?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I woke up around seven-thirty, read for a bit, then went out. So…maybe eight? Not for long, that’s for sure.”

Angus knew she was lying. He didn’t mean to peek into her room when he woke up (genuinely he didn’t, no matter what anyone says). Even though Mr. Hunham decided not to wake everyone up at the crack of dawn since Angus was the only holdover, the boy’s internal clock wouldn’t let him sleep in. So, the first thing he needed to do was go to the bathroom, and as he passed by the doorway to her room, she wasn’t there.

He didn’t think anything of it until he was eating breakfast at eight-thirty, and he still didn’t see her.

“I see.” Her father furrowed his brow, but then shrugged, going back to lunch. “Well, please at least eat something other than fruit.”

She took the whole bowl. “But it’s the candy of the good ol’ days.”

“And what are the good ol’ days?” Mary huffed,

“Ancient Rome and Greece,” she popped a grape into her mouth. “also when women had less rights than they do now.”

Angus snorted, trying to then cover up his amusement with a cough. He didn’t find women not having rights funny (please believe him), it was just unexpected of her to say. Still, he felt all eyes on him, and refused to meet any of them as he picked up a piece of bacon.

He likes to think Mr. Hunham’s daughter was smiling at him when she stood up. “Fine, I’ll get real food.”

She went to the kitchen to grab a plate, and Mary hummed. “Never thought I’d see that girl ever be happy this early in the morning.”

Angus finally looked up. “She usually isn’t?”

Mary smirked, placing her cigarette between her lips. “I don’t think you’d last a day with her if you were both ten.”

There was nothing else to do after Mr. Hunham lectured Angus for an hour about the aqueducts in Rome. What was usually two and a half hours was only one, since the teacher claimed: “I’m feeling a little generous because of the season.”

Not because he wanted to drink alone in Dr. Woodrup’s office reading mystery novels (Don’t be ridiculous).

So, that brought Angus Tully back up to the infirmary, to do what, who fucking knows? He glanced into the other room and saw Mr. Hunham’s daughter laying on the middle bed, reading. When she looked up, sensing his presence, he instinctively hid behind the corner.

“You don’t have to be creepy anymore.” She spoke with the sarcasm he knew so well. “We’re friends, remember?”

Angus, playing it cool, entered the room, leaning against the wall. “Who says I was ever creepy to begin with?”

“I did.” She placed a bookmark in her book before setting it down and sitting up. “And you know, ordinary people just enter a room; they usually don’t bother checking.”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “maybe you’ve convinced me there are ghosts here and I just want to be safe?”

Not because he was hoping she was in her room and had a reason to go talk to her (Don’t be ridiculous).

She rolled her eyes yet smiled anyway. “Took you long enough to figure out I’m always right.”

“I said ‘maybe’. What’re you reading?”

“Just now or in general?”

“Yes.”

She held up The Two Towers. “You ever read Tolkien?”

Angus sat on the spare bed across from her. “I read The Hobbit my freshman year; one of the only books I liked reading in school.”

His eyes fell to the stack of books on her nightstand. Little Women, Sense and Sensibility, Giovanni’s Room, andThe Count of Monte Cristo.

“You’ve read all of these?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah.” She then pointed to The Count of Monte Cristo on the bottom. “Well, I actually tried to read this one when I was fourteen but got bored with it; I’m trying again.”

“Right after you reread everything else?”

“Shut up.”

She tried to sound serious, but he watched as she turned her head to try and hide her smile. He wasn’t ashamed to show her his. Angus’ eyes went back to the stack of books, and he took out Little Women, flipping to the first page.

“‘Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents.’ Grumbled Jo.” He read aloud, then looked up from the book. “Now I know why Mr. Hunham calls you that.”

“Are you saying I’m selfish, Fitzwilliam?”

He shook his head, going back to reading. “No, you just complain a lot.”

She scoffed. “Just wait until you meet Amy. I love her, but I’m glad I don’t have sisters.”

Angus’ didn’t respond, his eyes trailing over the words on the pages. He didn’t truly know why he kept reading; whether it was out of boredom, or perhaps he was already hooked on the story, he would never tell.

“Wait,” he heard her. “are you still reading?”

“Damnit, you made me miss my spot.” He glared at her.

She already knew he didn’t mean it (that much). Still, the girl giggled, laying back down on the bed and opening The Two Towers, going back to her own reading. They were like that for ten minutes perhaps? It was a strange time that went by fast and slow. No, Angus Tully wasn’t even doing this to think of what to say to her, he was genuinely engrossed by Louisa May Alcott.

Then, it was when he was more than half-way done with the first chapter, that he asked. “Where were you this morning?”

She looked over at him. “I’m guessing you hate the book?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He sat up. “And no, it’s actually tolerable.”

“Tolerable for it being written by a woman?” She sat up as well. “And for your information, I just went to the woods. What, were you worried about me or something?”

“Maybe…I don’t know, maybe.” Were the only thoughts behind his eyes, but his mouth moved differently.

“No. Wait, you’re walking around the woods, and you’re calling me creepy?”

“What’s so creepy about walking around the woods by myself?” She questioned. “If there was someone following me, then they would be creepy, dumbass.”

“I’m just saying, I don’t know anyone who spends their time frolicking through the woods for fun.”

“You didn’t really know anyone, but neither did I, so we’re even.” She stood up, going to the window to look out of it. “I also prefer frolicking through flower fields, but this isn’t the best season for that.”

Angus hummed. “Yeah, I noticed.”

He debated on asking her why she was out there for an hour and a half; if she was in the woods, or if she was even outside. Just as he was battling with himself and wondering how to ask her without her biting his head off, he saw her tremble.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing he asked.

“Come over here.” She commanded without looking at him.

He stood up immediately, and as he was halfway to the window, she giggled; a sound he had heard before but…not like this, somehow. Angus stood beside her at the window and watched as Mr. Hunham walked on the sidewalk by the quad, stretching.

“Look at that sad, little man.” She tisked.

Angus asked without looking away. “You talk about your dad like that?”

“You would too if he was yours.”

“Point made.”

They watched as the teacher picked up a stray football on the ground, and with perhaps the worst technique ever, threw it. Both she and Angus, as if her father would see them in the window, backed away from it, laughing at the absurdity.

“I almost feel bad now.” She said through her enjoyment. “That’s a lie, I don’t.”

Her honesty only caused Angus to laugh even more, and he can’t remember when the last time it was he had ever laughed this much. Especially over something so stupid.

“Well, it’s obvious he didn’t play football in high school.” He said.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “he’d go on and on about being president of Latin and Chess club.”

That’s where Angus’ amusement ceased. Even if it was at his own expense, he didn’t mind it at all since he could see just how wide her smile could get.

“Angus Tully, don’t tell me-.”

“-What’s wrong with Chess club?”

“I knew it!” She pointed at him. “You nerd!”

“You’re the one that knows all of Roman history and mythology like the back of your hand, and you’re calling me a nerd?!” He teased.

The girl snorted, crossing her arms. “Not all of it.”

“Yes, you do.”

“So why have I lost to you twice now?”

“I just got lucky.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“I’m serious!” He tried to brighten the strange air that settled in the room. “Your dad didn’t drill it into you for nothing.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” She hummed, sitting back on the bed. “So, you’re good at chess?”

He shrugged, taking a risk and sitting next to her (with about two feet of space of course). “I guess so. My…my dad taught me how to play, and I never beat him.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, nearly losing himself in the memory. “I was like nine when this snowstorm hit, I was out of school for almost a week, and my dad and I just played the whole time.”

“So, you played without bathroom breaks, and you still didn’t win?”

“Okay, smartass.”

She smiled. “My dad tried teaching me chess and he beat me every time too.”

“You still play?”

“Hell no.”

“Why not?”

“I always cussed at my him whenever I lost, so probably not a good idea to keep going.”

Angus snickered. “How old were you?”

“Seven.”

“You were cussing at seven?”

“He was an asshole!”

“Yeah, I’ve met him.”

It was almost horrifying how her face dropped at his comment. One where it was like the words themselves shocked her. Then, before Angus could fully register what had just happened, she was laughing.

“Sorry,” she shook her head. “I’m just imaging what you looked like as a kid.”

He tried to laugh it off with her, but that odd tension crept its way back in. “I was weird.”

“So was I. You should’ve seen me when I was twelve, my father drilling Roman knowledge into my head, proclaiming how, if I wanted to be better than all of the boys in my class, I had to work for it.” She grinned. “It’s like he tried to make me a small version of him, which was impossible from the start.”

Angus nodded, not exactly knowing how to respond. “Yeah?”

“Of course.” She shrugged. “Well, he doesn’t mean to, but I feel like he sometimes forgets I might want to wear ribbons in my hair, put on makeup, girly things like that that I almost called stupid, but they’re not. But could you imagine it? My father wearing makeup and…okay, he doesn’t have much hair for ribbons, but you get it.”

“I do.” He smiled.

She nodded, and they fell into another beat of silence. It was almost a competition as to who would speak first, and in the end, she surprisingly lost. She stood up from the bed.

“I uh…I promised Mary I’d help her in the kitchen.” She walked backwards. “You’re more than welcome to keep reading my ‘tolerable’ books written by women.”

Angus hummed, trying to shake off her abrupt exit. “Yeah, I got nothing else better to do. Maybe I’ll meet you downstairs and keep harassing you?”

“Yeah sure.”

With that, she turned on her heel and scurried out of the infirmary. Angus always found her to be strange; from the moment she stepped into Mr. Hunham’s classroom in September, to her just then. Still, it was a strangeness he couldn’t help but be intrigued by. Not the same as how a scientist would study a foreign species but…he had grown quite fond of her.

He already had a liking for her that first day he met her (despite her harsh and course attitude towards the others in class). Not a liking enough to have it be a crush per say (he was still annoyed with her). Then, the whole catastrophe of him being stuck with her over Christmas break only added fuel to a fire.

A fire that has both warmed and burned him all at once.

What kind of shit was he going on about? He read half of a chapter from Little Women, and now look at him!

Not knowing what else to do with himself, Angus slid The Count of Monte Cristo out from the bottom of the stack of books. It had been one of his favorites as a kid; ironic in both a sense that he read it as a child, but also his mother of all people recommended it to him. Before he could even flip it to the first page, he saw a small gap in the middle as if there was a bookmark. He opened it and found a letter; an already opened letter.

Angus’ blood ran cold at the sight of it, and as he took it onto his hands, he turned it over. It was addressed to her, and the stamp was a toy train. He had only gotten a glance at the first letter when Teddy stole it, and he recognized the stamp.

Sighing, it almost felt like the envelope was burning in his hand as he hunched over himself. He could’ve read it…it was right there, and it was already opened so it’s not like she would’ve ever known.

But he would’ve. And he knew there was no going back if he read whatever Daniel wrote to her, and even if it wasn’t bad (how could it not be), then he knew she’d be able to sniff him out like a rat that he’d read it.

Wait…Daniel…Danny…The janitor.

“Shit!” Angus hissed, almost falling off the bed, then sprinting out of the infirmary and running blindly though the school he has gone to for months.

He ran outside without a jacket on, looking around for Mr. Hunham. When he already saw his fingers beginning to turn white in a matter of a minute, he ran back into the school and navigated the halls as if he were a bat out of hell.

It took him quite literally running into Mr. Hunham for him to finally stop.

“God almighty, Mr. Tully!” He gasped. “What is the meaning of this?!”

Angus, trying to catch his breath, said. “Mr. Hunham, I have to tell you something.”

Immediately upon noticing his distress, the teacher’s harsh demeanor and voice dropped. “Well…alright, what is it?”

“Can-.” He looked around, feeling suddenly exposed in the hallway. “Can we do this somewhere else?”

“Sure, sure.” Mr. Hunham nodded, looking around as well until his eyes landed on the first door he saw. “Let’s uh, is there fine?”

“Yeah.”

They both entered into a classroom that neither had been in before. It was smaller in size, more than likely meant for honor’s classes, but it looked like it hadn’t been dusted since the beginning of the year when parent’s would visit. When the door was shut, Mr. Hunham turned back to him.

“Now, what’s going on?”

Angus said her name. “Someone’s been sending her letters.”

“What kind of letters?” He asked, his face a mix of confusion and even a hint of denial.

“I…” Angus looked down at the one he had in hand and held it out to the teacher. Mr. Hunham took it, slipping his reading glasses out of his pocket. Angus continued. “Someone named Daniel sent her one days ago, Kountze stole it and read it aloud to everyone back in the woods. I think it’s Danny, the janitor.”

The moment he said ‘Daniel’, he’d already seen Mr. Hunham’s entire demeanor change. He saw him visibly tense, as he read the letter what must have been a million times. As time stood still in the dingy classroom, the teacher swallowed thickly.

“You said she got another letter a few days ago? Where is it?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head.

“Mr. Kountze read it aloud, what exactly did it say?”

“I…” Angus paused, trying to remember just what was written so he wouldn’t miss a thing, “He asked her to send a picture of herself to him, and wished her a Merry Christmas. He sent her thirty-five dollars too; did he send more?”

Mr. Hunham shook his head, obviously bewildered at the amount of money. “No, he didn’t. Mr. Tully, did you even read this?”

“No.” His response was instant.

“Why not?”

Angus’ eyes trailed to the side, somehow finding the blank chalkboard much more appealing than Mr. Hunham. To be honest, anything at the time was more-.

“Angus,” His voice was stern, but not mean. It was enough to catch the boy’s attention, but not enough to scare him. “I need to know what you know, so we can help her.”

He took a deep breath. “Teddy made a joke that she…she…has pictures of herself in a skin mag.” It was absolute hell to watch Mr. Hunham sigh, so Angus looked away as he continued. “She didn’t say that she did, but she didn’t deny it, and I didn’t want to know whatever creepy shit Danny sent-.”

“-First off,” Mr. Hunham interrupted, rubbing his face. “this isn’t Danny the janitor.”

“How do you know?”

“Daniel,” He tried to say the name like he was a historical figure and not someone who made his skin crawl away from his body. “was...a family friend of some sort. That is all you have to know about him.”

Angus nodded, but couldn’t ignore the tightness in his chest, and how his stomach began to tie itself into knots as he asked. “Why did he stop being a family friend?”

“I said that’s all you have to know about him.” He said with more of a bite, then calmed himself. “I’ll speak to her about this the next time I see her, and rest assured, I won’t mention you.”

��She’ll know it’s me.” He shook his head. “I found it in one of her books when she left the infirmary after we talked.”

Mr. Hunham clutched the letter in one hand while removing his glasses with the other. “Regardless of details I cannot share with you, this little incident should not effect on how you view my daughter-.”

“-It doesn’t! I just-!” He lashed out unexpectedly at even the assumption of him finding any shred of blaming her for what was happening to her. “I just…I want her to be okay. That’s it.”

The teacher all but froze at his response, it is apparent that he was not expecting him to say that. Still, after regaining himself, he nodded. “You’re a good man for doing this, you know that, right?”

Angus scoffed, shrugging. “I don’t think she’ll talk to me ever again.”

“She may not,” he nodded. “but she also might. I won’t force her to do either. Again, thank you for letting me know.”

“Sure.”

The two of them walked out of the classroom in silence, and with Mr. Hunham’s “See you at dinner?” and his student’s nod, Angus Tully was left alone again in the grand halls of the school.

A fate that has somehow always caught up with him ever since he got there.

Angus read the same Popular Mechanics magazine three times over since he found it the night he was the only one left behind at Barton, and he’d gotten sick of it after the second time.

So, with nothing else better to do, and with it starting to get dark, he went down into the kitchen, where apparently everyone but Danny was, helping Mary cook. Including her. She was washing vegetables in the sink while Mary was preparing a roast, both of them laughing at someone one of them said. Mr. Hunham was just at the table, peeling potatoes like his life depended on it.

“Mary.” Angus greeted, smiling at her. Mr. Hunham’s daughter immediately turned back to the sink upon seeing him.

Mary looked up. “Speaking of…”

Deciding to ignore the strange tension in the room (He has a knack for doing that, doesn’t he?), Angus’ eyes traveled around until they landed on a dish beside him. “Oh, brownies? God yes, I want all of these.”

“Ah, ah!” Mary scolded when he took one. “Just take one. The rest is for the Christmas party tonight.”

“What Christmas party? There’s a Christmas party?” He said her name. “Did you know there’s a Christmas party?”

She didn’t turn around, and only responded with. “Uh-.”

“-Yes, at Miss Crane’s house.” Mary interrupted her. “She and I are only going for a little bit, show our faces, and say we were there. Well, she might stick around since her little friend is there. You know, Miss Crane said she invited you too.”

Angus furrowed his brows, looking over at Mr. Hunham. “I want to go to the party.”

He stammered. “She-she didn’t mean it. We were just making small talk.”

Mary shrugged. “If you don’t want to go, don’t go. I’ll take him.”

“Mary can take me.” Angus reiterated.

“No, that’s not how it works.” Mr. Hunham raised his voice a hint. “You’re under my supervision.”

Angus frowned. “So, your own kid isn’t under your supervision, but I am?”

“Don’t even think about pulling me into this.” The ‘kid’ in question shook her head, not even turning around.

Still, he scoffed, bringing his eyes back to Mr. Hunham. “Okay, maybe it’s fine for you to sit around here and read books all day,” he turned on his heel, beginning to walk out. “but I’m losing my goddamn mind, Jesus!”

“Hey!” Mary yelled at him once he threw the brownie across the room. “Watch your mouth, young man! Not on Christmas Eve.”

Angus ignored her, storming off back to the infirmary. He didn’t even make it to his room and a bed to dramatically throw himself on and scream into a pillow. He rested his back against the wall before sliding down it. Now sitting, his shoulders still tensed at what just happened. He’d been stuck in the school for a full week, only being able to go out when he dislocated his entire shoulder.

Who the fuck did that piece of shit think he was for holding him captive?!

Closing his eyes, he thought back to what Dr. Gertler told him. Sure, the guy was a quack, but once or twice he actually had a few things that helped him. Angus breathed in, counting to four, held it for three, then released it for another four.

He repeated that until he felt the tension (mostly) fall away from him, and there was even a hint of calmness in his head.

Which was then lost when he opened his eyes, and she was peeking from around the corner.

“Jesus!” He gasped, and she immediately hid. Once his heart stopped beating so damn fast, he said. “Okay, now who’s being creepy?”

“…Me.” She said after a moment’s silence, still hiding.

Sighing, rested his head against the wall. “I’m sorry I yelled earlier.”

She finally showed herself, standing in front of him now. “I don’t think I’m the one you should apologize to but thank you. My dad said you can go to the party with Mary and I.”

That got Angus to sit up taller. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, but he’s going with us, so it won’t be that fun.” She joked.

He snickered along with her, before asking. “What about dinner?”

“We’ll probably just have it at Miss Crane’s. We’ll just have a nice lunch or something tomorrow instead of tonight.” She explained before walking into her room.

This was what caught Angus Tully off guard. She wasn’t exactly acting like her father had just confronted her about the letters, she was being too nice to him…so did she know it was him? She had to; or was he just overthinking it and getting in his own head (Something he did frequently)?

“When are we leaving?” He asked.

“In an hour!” She yelled, her voice somewhat muffled. “So, get on it, Fitzwilliam.”

“Anything you say, Amy!”

He ran off before she could storm after him (like he assumed she would), and went back into his room, which had darkened quite a bit. He went to his bag and took out the razor and shaving cream that he had only opened a few times since the beginning of the semester. He shook the can and applied the cream to his face before bringing the blades of the razor up to shave.

There was honestly no need to. It’s not like he even had “sawdust under his nose” as one would put it when talking about the mustache men would try to grow after watching Top Gun, which didn’t exist at this time, but that’s beside the point.

Even so, as he wat attempting to shave what was not there, he heard a knock, and her voice asked. “Are you decent?”

“Yep.” He answered, not even bothering to glance at the hall of lockets she had knocked from.

She came into his eyesight and stood so close to him in the mirror that he could feel the heat of her skin on his. “Move over.”

“Why?” He scoffed playfully, yet still did so.

It was only then he noticed the small makeup bag she had in her hand, and she placed it on the sink before opening it and taking out a sponge and small jar of liquid that matched her skin tone (it was foundation; he’d heard the word before but didn’t know it was that until perhaps a year later).

“The lighting’s better in here.” She answered, getting close to the mirror and dabbing the liquid on the sponge and upon her face.

Angus took a second (and only a second, if he took any longer she’d yell at him) to look at her entire self, and saw that she was wearing a dress. A dress that he would never have imagined on her. Her hair was almost the same as always...but there was something more to it he couldn't quite verbalize.

She was still herself, and it was silly to Angus Tully that it took a different dress and perhaps some makeup (something he’d hardly see her wear) to realize just how…just how…

“You look…” His mouth trailed off faster than his brain before he could stop himself.

After finishing her foundation, she took out a powder and brush. As she applied the powder, she glanced up at him through the mirror, a smirk on her face that was holding back a laugh. “Yeah?”

He couldn't call her ‘pretty’ (both because she’d never talk to him again, and that would be belittling her), and he couldn't call her ‘beautiful’ (she just wouldn’t talk to him again period; and he’d probably be scaring her off). So, apparently, the best thing he could think of in a limited amount of time was-.

“-Like a girl.”

Oh, how attractive it was to open one of the windows and jump out of it. If it wasn’t the fall that would kill him, it would certainly be freezing to death in a foot of snow.

Instead, to his surprise, while she momentarily scowled at him (as she should have), she giggled. Shaking her head, she said. “I would say you look like a man, but there’s nothing about you to prove that.”

As his heart began to beat again from her apparent lack of offense, he took the towel off the rack and wiped the residue cream off his face. “Oh yeah? What am I then?”

“A boy.” She set down the brush and took out a small tube of liquid, shaking it. “A tall, little boy.”

He snorted, walking away from the mirror when her gaze became just a little too much. “You said you were friends with Miss Crane’s niece?”

“Yes.” Her tone changed somewhat (or was he just overthinking it).

“Do you think I could-?”

“-Should I put on eyeshadow?”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“You know,” she turned over her shoulder. “the color that goes on the eyelids?”

“I know what eyeshadow is. I’m not that big into makeup, so I don’t know.”

“Really?” She teased. “You aren’t into makeup?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She turned back to the mirror, opening the tube. “Nothing.”

Angus’ eyes scrunched as he smiled at her playfulness. “Well-.”

“-Shut up.” She interrupted him.

He scowled. “Huh?”

She had the pen (it was eyeliner; he actually knew what that was) hovering over her right eye, and she was glancing at him again through the mirror. “I’m doing the most important part, and it’s the one I’m horrible at, so I need complete silence.”

Angus Tully merely nodded, looking away. He didn’t know how long she took, but she knew she was finished when he heard her gasp.

“I did it!” He looked back and saw that she turned to him with the biggest smile on her face, and blackened wings kissing the corner of her eyes. “I did it!”

He could only nod. “Yeah, it looks good.”

She grinned from ear to ear before turning back to the mirror, setting down her eyeliner and getting out an eyelash curler. “Could I ask you a question, even though you’ll feel stupid afterwards?”

“Do your worst.”

“Why ‘Amy’?”

Angus felt safe to smile at that. “Does that bother you?”

“Why, on God’s green earth, would you say I was like Amy?!”

“Well,” he shrugged. “it pisses you off, that’s the first reason. Second is…she grew on me.”

She scowled, turning to look at him. “Oh yeah? How so?”

“I mean…you made her out to be so annoying, and someone who complains a lot which, yes she does. But she’s funny, and she sticks to herself like Jo does, but…I don’t know, I just like her.”

Her face fell for the second time that day; but not like it did that afternoon when he made a joke about her father. No, this time, he knew it was because she truly didn’t think he would say anything like that.

And, for the first time since he’d known her, she almost looked shy.

Something he thought would be the thing that terrified him the most that entire Christmas break.

So, when she didn’t respond, and wanting to disrupt the awkward silence, he then asked. “Wait, why was your dad so against going, but now he’s fine with it?”

She looked back at the mirror, looking at him through it. “Besides the fact it wouldn’t be fair that you’d be stuck here while I’d go, he has a crush on Miss Crane.”

Angus snorted. “Figures.”

She shrugged. “I kind of always knew. I mean, she’s worked here for five years, but I think he only started liking her last year. I’m also not sure what he’s more afraid of; how I’d react to him liking someone after Mom died, or him just liking her period.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

“My mother’s been in the ground for six years.” She decided to take the eyelash curler back in her hand, then brought it up to one of her eyes. “We still visit her of course. She wasn’t selfish either, and it’s been so long, so I don’t think she’d mind. Besides, I’m going to technically graduate next semester, and I don’t want to be stuck here, but I also don’t want him to be alone. Mary’s really his only friend so…yeah, I think I’d be okay if he was with Miss Crane.”

Angus nodded. At first, it felt almost invasive and even wrong for her to tell him all of that so effortlessly. But…he leaned into it the more she went on. She’d been vulnerable with him before (whether she thought it or not, she had been), but this time…it wasn’t a huge confession, it was just a simple conversation.

“I don’t…” He found himself saying.

He didn’t what? What was he going to say? Something about his father? His mother? It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her something.

She took the curler away from herself and turned to look at him. Her eyes…her damn-no, they weren’t damned; they were kind, gentle…but still he felt damned just as she looked at him in a way he hadn’t ever seen her look at anyone before. She was waiting for him to say something.

Say something.

She hadn’t said a word, hadn’t done anything but stare at him, but he was suddenly twelve again. Angus Tully, with his hair that was just beginning to have out of place curls, walking into his parent’s room at two in the morning. He woke his mother up, who gasped when he touched her. After she calmed down, she was appalled to see him crying.

It wasn’t a bad dream, it wasn’t because something had happened to him at school; he didn’t know what was making him weep, but he was doing it anyway.

He could barely say anything, he babbled like a baby learning to talk, and all he could get out was “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

His mother tried her best (he liked to himself that), but she could only say “I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong.”

Didn’t she hear him? He didn’t know.

Even now, at seventeen, he didn’t know what to say to her.

“I don’t know how you can use that.” He glanced at the eyelash curler.

She furrowed her brow upon the change in tone. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, it looks like a torture device.”

Scoffing, she looked back to the mirror and curled the lashes of her other eyes. “You’ve just never tried it before.”

“And I never will.”

She looked back at him once she was finished. “Are you scared?”

“No, I just don’t see the reason to.”

She shrugged. “I think you’re scared.”

“Am not.”

“Okay, then let me put mascara on you.”

He scoffed. “You’re kidding.”

“No.” She shook her head. “If you’re not scared then you’ll let me stick something in your eye. You don’t have to wear it to the party, but I think it’d be fun.”

Angus was at a loss. She was a good actress, so how was he supposed to know she wasn’t messing with him? Well…he didn’t; he just had to trust her. To be fair, he had been weird around her this whole time, so…

“I’m not doing the torture device, just the makeup.”

Her face lit up, and she took the mascara out of her bag, setting everything else inside of it. “Get over here.”

He followed, leaning against the wall by the mirror. Suddenly, as he stood in front of her, he was nervous. It wasn’t the first time he was (whether that was because of her wit, her confidence, or even her meanness), it was because it was just her.

“How uh,” he stammered. “how are we doing this.”

“Lean down first of all, fuck why are you so tall?”

“Not one of my favorite qualities.” He joked, pressing his hand against the sink for support as he lowered himself slightly.

“Meh,” she shrugged, unscrewing the cap of her mascara. “girls usually like tall guys.”

His heart flipped. “Yeah?”

She froze momentarily before continuing. “I guess. Elise told me.”

“Right.”

“Okay, close your eyes. You’re going to want to open them when you feel something touch your eye, but I promise you, you don’t want to do that.”

“Sounds good.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the feeling of discomfort. He could feel the heat of herself hover around him, but the pain from the mascara never came.

He heard her sigh. “This isn’t going to work.”

Angus opened his eyes when he felt her draw away, and he saw her sit on one of the beds. She titled her head. “Come here.”

He didn’t know if his heart was still or was going to beat itself out of his chest. Obviously, he sat by her before but…he had to be closer to her. Angus did his best not to make a big deal of it, but he felt like he was almost watching himself outside of his body as he sat beside her and closed his eyes.

“Do you want to know what my mom called me when I was younger?”

She was trying to distract him and he knew it. “Sure.”

“Ever heard of Orpheus and Eurydice?”

He tensed but soon relax when she rested her hand on his cheek; it felt like she was burning him, but the way that he felt whenever he had a fever. Somehow…it was comforting. Breathing shallowly, he answered. “Greek? Kind of.”

“Well,” he cowered away a little when he felt something brush his eyelashes but kept calm as she continued. “where my father loved Roman history and mythology, my mother was more into the Greeks. They’d go back and forth debating on which was more influential, and that was more so how they became friends. She…before I was born, she talked about naming me Eurydice because it was her favorite story. My dad was obviously against it, so that was a no. So, that’s when she’d just call me Eurydice at home a lot, just to piss him off which was funny.”

Angus hummed, paying attention to her words, but having to bite his tongue to keep himself grounded from losing himself within her touch. “What’s she like in the story?”

“Not much to her.” She moved onto his other eye. “Well, what it gives us anyway. I always had my mom tell me their story, and Eurydice kept changing. It was always who I was like growing up.”

“Really?”

“Really. I was shy around the other kids when she first told me-.”

“-You, shy?”

“Shut up, I’ll mess up your eye if you make me laugh. But yeah, so Eurydice was quiet and shyer. Then, when I’m like nine, I’m a bit more outspoken, angrier even, so she became that.”

He didn’t move his head, scared that he’d mess her up. It was then, after she stopped speaking, he could feel her breath on his face. Her hand was still warm against his cheek, and he found himself leaning into it more and more. He had not felt this sense of peace since…he couldn’t recall.

“Done.”

With one word from her, she took her hand away and he opened his eyes. She was still so close to him, and while he saw her smiling at what he assumed had been her work, it was him staring at her that made it drop. Still, she didn’t look frightened nor upset, she was just…looking at him.

The moment his eyes dropped to her lips for only a second, it was all over.

He’d thought about it, of course. He wanted to. But…like with everything about her, he froze.

She didn’t.

“You…” She stood up from the bed, straightening the skirt of her dress. “you should probably wash that off after taking a look.”

Angus didn’t have time to respond before she grabbed her makeup bag and ran off. He just sat there, trying to process if he was waiting to wake up from a dream, or if it had been in fact real.

When nothing happened, he sighed heavily, getting up and walking towards the mirror. His eyes looked different, and he felt weird. He could not tell if it was from the makeup, her, or both. Still, what he did know, was that he made a fool of himself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

#angus tully #angus tully x reader #paul hunham #the holdovers #mary lamb #Youtube

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★﹐冬のはなし．﹗﹑ KUSUO SAIKI

ミ★ ; "I rejected her." he said, his voice remaining stoic, "Why?" was all you said, tears welling up in your eyes, "Because I like you"

warnings. angst. happy ending. second lead!teruhashi. implied unrequited love. grammar errors

"Saiki, I really really like you." the blue haired girl said, waiting for him to answer the two words she wanted to hear him say; "oh wow." but that never came, not from him but from someone outside the classroom door, it was a surprise they didn't hear her, she assumed they focused on each other. She left before the pink haired boy said anything, going to text him that their cafe hangout would be canceled.

'smth came up sai, i'm srry." — seen

Right. You were guessing that kusuo and kokomis were hanging out at this point, it was no surprise that they would end up together, he'll even some of kokomis crazy fans thought so. Those two were meant to be soulmates, together in every universe.

While you were stuck as the second choice, like always. You wondered if you were to confess before the blue haired angel would everything stay the same? That instead of teruhashi confessing to saiki in that classroom, it was you? That he said yes to you, and not her. You hated how selfish you were thinking, though you were glad you and saiki gotten those matching rings that would stop his psychic abilities, he wouldn't know what you were thinking of.

It was late, and here you were still crying over the pink haired boy, something you hated. You looked at the ceiling, and starting thinking of every universe there was where the two of them would end up together. That's when you heard a notification from your phone;

You checked your phone to ignore the feeling of heartbreak. That was the plan until you saw a message pop up;

"Meet me at the park in 5" — sent from 'ku⁉️'

It was 3 AM at the moment, what would he want this late at—

'I'm not taking a no as an answer" — sent at 3:02 AM

Okay then, you were heading to the park, great.

Once you got ready, you headed out your window, making sure it was quiet so no one could hear you, after that you started head to the park where the pink boy would wait for you. That same feeling of heartbreak not leaving you as you headed to the place.

By the time you get there he was by the swings, swinging back and forth, you went up to him and smiled, he looked up at you and stood up, "We need to talk," he said, that same stoic face not leaving him, "About...?" "Teruhashi confessed that she liked me," "oh. congratulations on getting with her! you two were practically made for each oth—" "I didn't say yes, I rejected her."

your didn't know wether to feel bad for her or not, "Why?" "Because I don't like her" "okay... why are you telling me this?" "Because I saw you outside the classroom door," that's why, maybe he doesn't want you to get the wrong idea about because you always joke about that to him, "Right, Is tha—" "I also wanted to let you know that..." "That..?" "I know you like me, I knew from the start" ah. you thought you were being discreet about it, guess not. "Look. give me time, I'm trying to get over you. Just please— give me more time to get over you" you look up at him and tears begin to show up in your eyes.

The link haired boy looked at you and grabbed you by the cheek, he got near your eyes and wiped the tears that began falling out, "That's not what I meant." "Then what do you mean then?" "I need time to understand what I'm feeling for you, to make sure I'm not lying to you." was all he said, he turned to look the other way, hiding the fact that he's flustered, "And that means..." "It means we could be something more"

And on that night, snow began to fall from the sky on a nice December night.

And Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a dream.

NAO SPEAKS? i lob my silly little pink haired guy :(

#📞 — nwjn-z #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki k #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader

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cherryc1nnam0n · 3 months ago

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The weight of a lie | Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: Having been married to Eddie Munson were the best years of your life, until a big secret shattered it all, finding a new love that will repair your heart and fulfill your deepest desire... Being a mother

Cw: Breeding kink, ex!Eddie Munson, huge angst, little bit of violence, lots of crying, lots of hurt, comfort, fluff, heavy smut and lovesick Steve

Hawkins, October 1992

Y/n Munson held on her hand a negative pregnancy test, huffing exasperatedly as she waited for it to be a different answer "Negative again..."

Eddie was sitting on their bed, sighing when the result was the same as always "Damn it..."

"It's been 5 years... 5 years since we got married and tried for a baby... And still nothing" she sat down on the bed, wanting to cry from despair "I don't know if it's something wrong with me!" She said "It can't be you, you have your daughter Amelia..."

Eddie sighed "I don't know baby..." He didn't know how to comfort his wife

"We'll have to get some studies, see what's going on"

"Of course honey" he said rubbing her back

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A few days later

"The results say that I am fertile... It's nothing wrong with me" Y/n said as she held the paper, talking to Robin

"Then maybe it's Eddie?" She asked, Y/n shook her head

"It can't be him, he has a daughter remember?"

Robin nodded "Right, I forgot about Amelia"

"This isn't making sense..." She said

When she got home she didn't tell Eddie she was there as always, she just walked up to their room and went to take a shower

"Honey? That you?"

"Mhm" she answered

"You okay?"

Shortly she came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her "I'm fertile..."

Eddie smiled softly "That's great honey!"

"Yeah, but we still haven't had a baby"

Eddie was taken back slightly "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." She got closer to him "I want you to go to checkup"

He furrowed his brows "No, no! It's not necessary!" He stood up

"What do you mean not necessary?! We want a baby Eddie! You know how important it is for me to be a mother!"

"I know honey! But I don't need the studies I'm okay!"

"Why are you being so defensive? If you have nothing to hide you'll go and get yourself checked!"

"No! I am not going and you can't make me go!"

Y/n huffed, feeling her heart racing, was Eddie hiding something? He would never do that... Or would he?

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The next day...

When Y/n got home Eddie was waiting for her with a huge bouquet of roses

"Hi honey..."

Y/n just nodded at him "They're pretty"

"They're for you" he walked over to her, kissing her passionately, guiding her to the bed, where he started kissing her neck and taking off her shirt, but she pushed him away

"No Eddie, no" he looked at her confused

"What? Why?"

"I won't have sex with you, it won't matter if you can't make me pregnant"

"But baby, you never say no"

"I will until you go get checked"

He rolled his eyes at her "Again with that? You should just let it go" he intended in kissing her again but she pushed him away harder this time

"Just let it go?! Are you serious Eddie? What is wrong with you?! Why won't you go get checked?! Are you hiding something?!"

"Okay fine you win!" He yelled at her "I had a horrible experience with my ex when I got her pregnant and I didn't wanna go through that again, so I lied to you and didn't tell you I got a vasectomy two years after Amelia was born" he said falling down on the bed "I didn't want to get anyone pregnant again and go through all that court shit again"

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing, was he being serious? This can't be happening

"Your daughter is... Is 8 years old... We've been married for 5 years... How could you?" Her knees felt weak, her world was crumbling apart

He had built her a castle based on a lie, all those nights wishing he would get her pregnant, all those moments praying for a miracle, it was all a lie and he never felt bad about lying to her in her face, faking sadness and disappointment whenever s test came back negative, she could feel her heart shatter in her chest

"I'm sorry honey I-" she smacked him across the face "Y/n please-"

"Get out" she said, when he didn't move she yanked him up by his hair and yelled at his face "Get out! You lying piece of shit! You knew how important it was for me to be a mother and you lied to me! Get out Edward I don't ever wanna see you again! You lying bastard! Fucking son of a bitch!" She pushed him out of the room, locking the door while he banged on it

"Y/n listen to me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean this to be like this! Y/n!"

She fell to the floor, screaming her lungs out, scraping her long nails all across her face and down her chest, wanting nothing more than the earth to swallow her alive, to stop feeling the burn in her chest from such a huge lie

That night she didn't sleep, only cried and remember all those times when Eddie comforted hr after a failed pregnancy test was revealed, how hypocrite he was by faking sadness, all so he could keep his dick wet

The morning after she went through their wedding photos, destroying them all while she cried, smashing photo frames onto the floor, burning love letters from him and throwing out his things she didn't give him the chance of taking

She screamed, wailed, wept and sobbed all day, calling in sick to her job as a teacher

The house was a mess, stuff broken, glass on the carpet, photos ripped all across the house, it was all broken, memories, stories... All gone in one night

"I hate you... Eddie Munson..." She said taking off her wedding ring and throwing it out an open window "I hate you so much..."

Days later...

Days were hard without Eddie, but somehow better, she should've know from the moment she didn't get pregnant that something was wrong, she never imagined it would be this bad...

"Miss Y/n? Are you okay?" A little girl asked her as she saw her crying silently while she started at nothing

"Yes honey I'm okay" she wiped her tear away "Let's go back inside, recess is almost over" she said walking the kid inside to their classroom "Alright kids, let's settle down!"

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That day at pick up after school, you saw a man you hadn't seen in years, Steve Harrington, the man you had ditched to be with Eddie, big mistake

He smiled at you when he recognized your face, coming closer to you

"Y/n! Long time no see" he greeted now closer to you

"Hi Steve, how're you doing?"

"Eh, could be better, things are well... Going." He said in a sad tone "And you?"

"I... I... I got divorced..." You showed him your empty finger, his eyes widened "Yeah... Long story but, no longer married" you said with an awkward chuckle

"Well, so am I... I'm just picking up Alice and then I'll go leave her at her mom's..." He paused for a second "How about we go for dinner? On me, so we can chat and maybe vent a little?"

Well that sounds nice you thought

"Of course"

"Be ready at 6, I'll go pick you up"

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Dinner with Steve was wonderful, you talked, cried a little, unwinded from everything and then the talk of having kids popped up, Steve being the one to say he wanted a baby he could have 24/7 and not just in shared custody with a manipulating woman and you saying you had always wanted to become a mother, having worked with children had taught you they can be little demons with sticky hands but that can also be a wonderful joy in life

So a little bit of flirting, some glasses of wine and vodka, and you ended up at your house, having sex...

"Oh fuck, Steve, Steve, yes! Yes!" You moaned as he kept pounding into you from behind, his large hand held you down onto the mattress as his right hand held your hip up to keep your ass high for him to thrust into

"Fuck baby, so tight for me, gonna fill you up, get you all round and pregnant with my baby, you want that don't you? Yeah? Say it baby, please"

"Yes! I want your babies Steve, please knock me up, breed my pussy please!"

"Oh fuck!" He said closing his eyes and sloppily finding a rhythm to knock your breath out

That night he came at least 6 times inside you until he physically couldn't keep going, breathing heavily you laid on your bed, tangled in your comforter as he combed your hair with his fingers

"So... Wanna get married so we make it official?"

"Is that even a question?"

He smiled at you as he pulled you in for a kiss, feeling your heart beat again with joy, knowing this man would finally make you happy

But would he?

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"Well, I have news for you" the doctor said setting down his papers

You held hands with Steve as you anxiously waited for his response, praying to all the gods that this time it would be a positive test

But the doctor's smile gave it away

"Congratulations, you're pregn-"

"YES! YES! FINALLY, OH MY GOSH! YES!" You jumped up from your seat, being unable to contain your excitement, going back to kiss Steve and clap happily as he also celebrated with you "How far along, doc?"

"5 weeks, everything seems great, you're in perfect health, perfect age for it, couldn't have been more of an appropriate time for it"

You couldn't stop smiling that day...

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5 months later

"What about this one? You said you had a craving for pickles last night"

"Yeah, let's get these ones, where's the mayo?"

You were at the store with your now husband Steve and your very 5 month old belly, with a beautiful baby girl growing inside it, you turned an aisle to look for the mayonnaise when you saw him, the man that had broken you...

He was holding his daughter Amelia's hand as they shopped too, he looked... Horrible, like he hadn't slept in months, which he probably did, tired eyes and dirty clothes

You almost felt pitty for him, almost...

"Y/n!" Amelia said when she saw you, running to say hi to you

"Hi sweetie" you said to the Eddie clone in front of you

"Y/n..." You heard him say "Oh god..." Was what he muttered when he saw your belly "How...?"

"It's not your's before you worry about that..." You rolled your eyes, his face visibly relaxed, that made you feel annoyed "I had better luck with someone else, someone who made me happy and can make me a mother, unlike you Edward"

"Y/n listen I, am so sorry, please just forgive me I-"

"Shut" you said "I already left it all in the past, you're no longer in my life and I am not in your's, so don't ever come close to me, I wanna be happy, and I am happy without you"

With those last words you turned around grabbing a packet of mayo and walking to go find Steve

Eddie could only stand there, silent tears falling down his eyes as he saw you kiss your husband and walk away to the check out

"Daddy... Why did Y/n say that? Does she hate you like mommy does?"

He just looked down at her and cried even more

He had ruined the only good thing he had and now he was paying for it, watching you be happy with another man is what broke him, you were the love of his life and he lost you all due to the weight of a lie...

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson/reader #eddie x you #boyfriend eddie munson #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie smut #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you

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horseshoegirl · 11 months ago

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Set Me Alight: Part 8 - Salt and The Sea

📜Everyone has been on a Bob kick lately (I think), so this is coming right when it should! Let's see how Grace and Bob feel about all this. Shall we? 👀

‼️ - +18, Minors DNI, Strong Language, Original Female Character (s), Bradley Bradshaw x Natasha Trace, Bob Floyd x Original Female Character (This is all in their perspective), Third Person Pov for this one, Angst, mentions of bullying, hurt, overheard fights, preventing a panic attack, frustration, and Grace being sad and done with Bullshit.

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Present Day

Sixteen hours.

That's how long Bob's carefully guarded, carefully constructed walls took to crumble after all these years.

There was an inkling the night before as he settled into his tent, a feeling that knocked once or twice from the inside of his chest. It wasn't there when he woke up this morning or during the trek here to the falls.

But the second Grace raced up behind him, everyone watching Veronica climb out of the water, that feeling returned. It seemed no longer content to sit around and wait for Bob to figure out why it had.

Grace grasped his hand, pulling herself to hide behind his body so she could stifle her giggles into the back of his shoulder. Bob couldn't help the few snorts that shook through his body either. However, he pitied Javy, watching as he tried to console his girlfriend, who was stomping her foot like a three-year-old child over the fact that her makeup had been ruined.

The both of them couldn't say it wasn't an unwelcome sight. They knew what Maeve had done, catching her hooking something onto the loop of Veronica's jeans, knowing it was damn well meant for Jake. Though the pair knew better than to act on it, they imagined themselves holding up a fist to the air, like in the Breakfast Club, silently praising the act of Karma on her behalf.

Maybe even quietly counting tallies next to her name in Bob's traveller's journal.

Maeve needed a win. A big win against one of those two. They weren't going to say shit about it. They only wished, deep down, they could have helped.

But when Bradley had taken her by the arm, leading her way, another knock, this time harder, thumped in his chest. Another followed it. And another, until that feeling morphed into what Bob could only describe as a white-hot pain, burning every nerve in the pit of his stomach.

Bob knew what was about to happen.

While there hadn't been much to discuss, Bradley had pulled all the guys together after Maeve went to bed last night to discuss his proposal. Standing in that circle, Bob realized it had been more of a pep talk than anything else.

Everyone already had a predetermined role—some part to play in helping Nat get to the right spot. Bob and Grace merely had to act surprised, with the rest of the group save Jake, Maeve, and Rueben, when they eventually emerged from the bush, a shiny new ring hopefully on her finger.

It was a horrible plan, he had thought then. He knew—more so than most—that involving Jake and Maeve in such an event would only result in disaster. He even had said as much to Grace when he turned in for the night, climbing into their shared tent.

Grace merely highlighted Nat's inconsiderate behaviour regarding her feelings, turning her back to him as she settled into her sleeping bag. The action was so absolute, so final, they said nothing else about it the rest of the night.

But laying awake, staring at Grace's back, Bob couldn't help but think about it. Grace was right. With all the shit Jake and Maeve threw at each other since the moment they had met, Nat would have to be completely stupid not to realize just how fucked up it was not to tell Maeve Jake would be coming on this trip.

It wasn't the first time Grace brought it up, either. Bob knew how his girlfriend felt about Nat, Maeve, the entire group, their inability to stand up for her, and their failure to separate themselves from Nat.

He'd be lying if he hadn't felt the same at one point or another.

But Bob knew why everyone didn't, why he didn't, and why, even to some extent, Jake didn't either, even if he was more verbal about it than anyone else.

From behind the scenes, everyone tried to protect Maeve and themselves from a fallout with Natasha. Not the fallout itself but the aftermath. At that point, he had rolled on his back, trying to figure it all out from the safety and privacy of his tent.

But who was he kidding? There was nothing to figure out.

Nat's scandal was an anvil, and her history and behaviour were hanging over every person in the group by a single thread. Even in the years since it happened, since they had all left school and Grace and Cora joined the group, it still had everyone in a chokehold.

And Maeve was oblivious to it all.

Bob wasn't sure when it happened, but it became an unspoken agreement to protect Maeve from that truth. So they were burying it to keep the peace—at least, everyone but Bradley. Bob couldn't say what was happening inside his friend's head, nor would he ask him.

But nobody would go out of their way to upset the group's 'supposed' hierarchy—not when real friendships and relationships, whether made with Nat's influence or not, were at stake.

Maeve had to deal with the brunt of it, and Bob would regret it every day for the rest of his life.

No kind words or assurances could help the cluster of nerves swimming in Bob's stomach when Grace hooked her arm through his. Leading him to a section of the pond free from tourists, she wanted to avoid the temper tantrum Javy and Rueben, to an extent, would have to deal with. Seeing fish in the water earlier and knowing Bob would get a kick out of trying to identify them, she welcomed the distraction.

But as the pair searched through their books to match the first fish they saw, the first shout vibrated through the air, and Bob felt like he was going to hurl.

There was no mistaking it for what it was. Nat was, for lack of a better word, shitting on Maeve and Jake. It was loud. It was scary. And no matter where anyone went, it was impossible to block out the noise.

They stood there, staring down at the words and diagrams in their books, no longer interested in the fish, scared any movement or action would have them on a chopping block. Though her eyes blurred, Grace was sure there were no more fish to look at anyway, for they, too, would have felt the noise vibrate against the water and would have been scared away.

At least they felt like they were able to.

When it finally fell silent, Grace nervously reached for Bob's hand. She led them away from the water through a tiny gap in the bush, deep into the forest. She didn't dare stop, walking blindly for minutes until she saw a little nook encased by a massive tree.

Its branches hung low, as did those of the surrounding trees. Each covered the space in a vibrant green shade, offering a safe place from the events leading up to this moment. A giant, thick tree root rested above the ground, and Grace pulled Bob down as she sat upon it.

Neither one spoke, nervous to say anything. Birds, the wind and bugs filled this space instead. It could have been hours, though Grace started to play with Bob's fingers only minutes later. He let her slide her fingertips over his skin and grasp around each finger until she smoothly threaded each together. Over and over, she did this, never once altering her pattern or rhythm.

Grace was trying to ground herself. And for Bob, it made everything that much worse.

It had been sixteen hours to the dot since that first knock in his chest. And while Bob had admitted last night and perhaps now that the trip, the excuses, the group dynamic, Nat's behaviour—was hopelessly warped—the truth was he had known for days, months, maybe even years.

He'd simply shoved it all deep down under lock and key, partly for selfish reasons. Sixteen hours was merely all the time it took for that lock to break and for everything to come rushing back to the surface. Because while the person he loved was hurting on behalf of someone else, it was too silent in this forest, even at this distance.

It was the lack of Maeve and Jake tearing each other apart.

"I think something happened to Jake and Maeve," Bob said in a rough voice, finally finding the courage to speak.

Grace's hands froze, not moving an inch. She lifted her head, eyebrows knitting together. Bob didn't meet her gaze, too nervous to look away from their joined hands.

"It's too quiet," he offered softly. "Especially after that."

Grace also dropped her eyes to their hands, biting the inside of her cheek hard. "She'd be tearing into him right now. Forget Nat. Maeve would clear out the whole damn park with a single shout."

Bob nodded absentmindedly, turning his hand to mock Grace's earlier pattern, a silent gesture to let her know he had been paying attention.

"Or she'd be running off to apologize to Nat, and Jake would be seeking us out, tail between his legs."

"Nat should be the one apologizing to her."

Grace's statement was so blunt and sharp that Bob feathered his jaw. And something in that quick movement made a thread in Grace's gentle heart snap.

She tore her hand from Bob's grip and shuffled away from him further down the log. She swallowed hard, refusing to turn back and look at him as she fiddled with a ring on her finger. When Bob went to follow, naturally reaching for her like it was second nature, she shuffled again.

"No," she mumbled lowly, shying away from his touch. Bob frowned, sliding closer once again, softly calling her name. But Grace only pushed herself up from the log, her fists balled and clenched tight. "No!"

She stomped forward a few steps, not wanting to leave the found safety of their little nook. Threading her fingers through her hair, she paced back and forth, trying to count her breath.

"Grace..."

She spun wildly, her eyes narrowing, her lips pressing into a thin line, and her jaw clenching. "Don't 'Grace' me," she gritted out behind her teeth.

Bob dropped his forehead into the palm of his hand, his elbow digging hard into his knee. "Don't..."

"Don't what, exactly?" she seethed. "Don't talk about 'it'?

Bob dug his nails into the denim of his jeans - enough to feel a pinch through the fabric on his thigh.

The laugh Grace let out was bitter, morphing into a harsh shout. "Come on, Bob! Cora and I might have been the last ones to join whatever fucked up friend group this is, but Nat couldn't give two shits about Maeve! And it's this unspoken thing nobody talks about. Why?!"

"Grace..."

"Don't!" she snapped, stomping her foot, making clumps of dirt fly out in all directions. "I don't care about some fucked up unspoken agreement! I care about Maeve! Don't tell me you don't, Robert?!"

Bob finally lifted his head, though he focused on the way they came, not once meeting his girlfriend's angry stare.

"Bob, so help me... If you say no..."

"You know I do!" he rushed out, shaking his head.

"Then why don't you fucking say something?!" she cried out. "Why doesn't anyone say something?! She's suffering, and nobody does anything!"

She didn't even know she was crying hot, angry tears until she felt one fall off her cheek, a slight cool breeze marking a path on her skin.

"I wanted to. I wanted to, so badly, the first time I noticed it. And you told me not to."

Bob did, and he always wondered if Grace resented him for it.

She sighed, wiping the tears from her face. She paced back and forth a little bit, trying to calm herself down. Because Bob didn't deserve her anger, it was unfair of her to even yell at him in the first place.

Instead, she walked up to the tree, pressing her forehead into the bark, once again trying to count her inhales and exhales.

"When Bradley told me about Nat when he was going to school, I thought she was just a phase. Whenever he called to talk to Dad, I just sat back and wondered. I wondered how long it would take and what the reason behind the break between those two would be."

Grace lifted her head, fixing her eyes on a ladybug climbing the trunk. "You could imagine my surprise when he brought her home for spring break."

She placed her hand on the wood, twisting back to look at her boyfriend. "I never told you this, but I didn't like her the second I met her."

Bob lifted his head to meet her gaze. "Why..?"

"Because she thought I was a threat. That I harboured a crush on Bradley, and I would steal him from her," she shrugged.

Bob's eyes shot up his skull. "... I mean, you two grew up together... did you... ever?"

Grace audibly gagged, adding a few choking noises for a dramatic effect. "He's like my brother, Bob. What the hell?"

He held his hands up in surrender. "I had to ask."

Grace didn't address the remark when she continued, "She treated me horribly that entire week. She sweet-talked my dad and only was nice to me when he was around. Thank God he saw right through her. The second he left, he said that Carole, Bradley's mom, wouldn't have approved. I agreed."

With a narrowed forehead, Bob's mouth gaped open, bobbing like a fish. "Wait... then why did she..."

"Why did she suddenly start inviting me to stuff? It's cause I was dating you. I was no longer a threat. And she acted like she had never done what she did in the first place."

While Bob might have met Grace through work, he was surprised to learn she had grown up with Bradley. How she acted around Bradley bore no resemblance to a long-lasting, familiar childhood friendship. However, the longer he thought about it, the more it made sense—her closed-off and quiet nature when she was around them.

That the first time they saw each other again, all Bradley could manage was a slight nod.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Grace only offered causally, "You'd be surprised at all the stuff that doesn't require your input. Sometimes you gotta leave people to do the lame shit they do and watch them fuck it up on their own."

A ball formed in her throat. "But Maeve... when I met Maeve and saw what was happening, my heart broke. And she is the only exception to what I just said."

Bob knew what was coming next. Like a coward, he braced himself hard.

"You told me not to say anything when I first brought it up. But now? I can't keep doing it. Not after what she just did to them. Not after that."

"Grace... Don't..."

"Maeve is drowning, Bob! Drowning!" she shouted angrily, startling a nearby bird on a branch. "And I can't stand it any longer. We need to find her, grab her, and take her home. Take her away from all this. From Nat, from those two bitches... God, if they gaslight anything else, they could practically set the whole fucking forest on fire."

"You don't believe in swearing, Grace," he deadpanned.

"Maybe I do now!" she cried. "I feel guilty. Guilty Bob! Cause I bit my lip like a good girl when Nat just what? Uses her? Ignores her? Disregard her feelings? Like hell, why didn't she try harder to figure the fuck out why Jake and Meave are at each other's throats?! Or how those two bully the fuck out of her?"

"Maeve wouldn't tell us about Jake when we asked."

"And you don't find it strange she wouldn't?" she challenged him. "Out of everyone in the group, she didn't tell a soul. Why? Why didn't she? Why wouldn't she?!"

Grace's heart was hurting, and she knew Bob truly knew why. He had been around them longer than she had, so there must have been a reason he told her not to. There had to be.

"At first, I thought it was something everyone accepted, you know? That everyone was trying to figure out what had happened between her and Jake. I thought tensions were high because of that."

She blew out a shaky breath, Bob not once interrupting her.

"Maybe it was a fucking game they were playing with each other until they finally worked up the courage to admit they like each other enough to get into each other's pants. Cause whatever the cause, Maeve wouldn't be so goddamn hurt if she didn't care!"

Bob closed his eyes, a huff of a laugh escaping his mouth.

"But last to join the group, right? You have to be quiet. Read the room. Get a sense of how to act and what you can say. Cause learning to fit in with new people, you have to pick up these things. The best way to get along with everyone else. Like how Maeve runs the second Jake walks into the room? How she avoids conversations about him if she can help it?"

Grace blew a raspberry out of pure frustration. "Jake was never the real issue, though. Everyone just made it out to be. Everyone should have noticed how Maeve bit her tongue as Nat walked over her opinions. How Nat derails conversations, not just where Maeve is concerned, but practically with everyone to make it about her."

Grace laughed, shaking her head. "She got the brunt of all of it, and we just... watched."

Grace finally approached Bob, standing before him, though he didn't lift his head from where it hung low on his shoulders. Had he chosen to look up, he would have noticed how the sun finally peeked through the leaves, beams of light breaking the shade, leaving Grace in their spotlight.

"I meant, she invites us all on this trip so we can watch her get proposed to? And she doesn't bother to tell her that Jake is coming along, too? I mean... how selfish can she get?!"

"Grace, this isn't going to solve..."

"WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?!" she yelled, throwing her hands at the sky. "That ship left the fucking dock ages ago."

Bob's eyes fixed on a leaf stuck under a fallen branch at her words. Grace knew from that reaction alone that she had resonated with something within his kind, caring soul.

"I just... can't... I can't anymore, Bob. If I'm the first to take the leap and break up this group, then good fucking riddance. It needs to be done so we all can get some peace."

She slid to her knees in the dirt in front of him, her hands resting firmly on the sides of his thighs.

"How many years have Nat and Maeve known each other, and not once did Nat realize how hard her supposed best friend had been falling? How could she not recognize that, Bob? And how could she continue to force Jake and Maeve together when Maeve just wanted to escape?"

She reached forward to cup his cheek, guiding his gaze to meet hers. While silent rage resonated within them, Bob knew it wasn't meant for him.

"Why did you tell me to be quiet that first time I brought this up? Why do you still tell me, too?"

Bob gulped, forcing his eyes away. Grace stroked her thumb under his eye, encouraging him on. "I don't know what happened, baby, but I don't think it will be all sunshine and rainbows when we return to the group. Not this time. Just tell me, please."

Bob blew out a shakey breath and shook his head. "Because I wanted you to stay."

"Stay?"

He had contemplated all the reasons, stacking them up brick by brick last night, refusing to acknowledge the leverage Natasha could have used against him. But Bob had damned himself with that one word.

Stay—He wanted Grace to stay. Because if he brought this up, if he told her, there was a chance she wouldn't—at least, there was a possibility.

He lifted his chin, staring into her eyes.

Nat's so-called leverage was kneeling in front of him, begging him to tell her the truth. Her eyes were desperate, so much so that Bob knew he was possibly damned if he did and undoubtedly damned if he did not. Grace had chosen her path, and he would steadfastly follow her wherever she decided to go.

There was no ever questioning that.

Bob reached for her sides, pulling Grace close between his spread legs. She let him, hands landing softly on his biceps before they slid down to his forearms. Bob traded his grip on her jacket to hold her hands, only to trace the same pattern she had a few minutes before.

He braced himself and took several sharp breaths before asking, "Did anyone ever tell you about Natasha's so-called scandal? Back in school?"

Grace cocked an eyebrow. "Only what Maeve's told me. Bradley and I weren't on speaking terms, and he'd never tell Dad if she had one. Though, Maeve didn't even know the complete story."

She let Bob turn her hand over and trace the lines on the palm of her hand. "But she shut me down hard after that. Saying Nat worked to put it behind her and move on, so we all should, too."

Bob scoffed. "Always protecting her."

"Bob?"

Bob hesitated, his gaze flickering away from Grace's expectant eyes. He swallowed hard, the reluctance clear in his tight jaw. Then he closed his eyes, leaning over to whisper in her ear, his voice cautious but a whisper.

Grace's eyes widened, and a gasp slipped through her parted lips at his words. She could hardly breathe as he told her the story. And when he was finished, she tilted so far back on her heels in shock that she almost fell onto her butt.

"Bob! What the hell? After everything I just told you?!"

Bob still hadn't opened his eyes, his head hung low in shame.

"I would have never left you over that! Over complete and utter bullshit? Who do you think I'd believe more? Her or my boyfriend?"

"I didn't know. I didn't want to risk losing you."

"You listen here, Bob Floyd," Grace urged, grabbing his face with both hands and forcing him to look at her. "I'm in a relationship with you. I love you. I would have never believed her if she had done that to us."

He kissed the inside of Grace's wrist, a deep weight lifting off his chest.

"God, I want to throttle her."

"I think that's why everyone doesn't call her out. Cause they don't want it to happen to them. Or at least, deep down, I never did 'cause I didn't want Maeve or Bradley to be alone with..."

Grace nodded, letting Bob know he did not need to continue explaining.

"We should try to find her, Bob. Let her know we love her and that we'd follow her. I have no idea if anyone else would besides Mickey and Cora. Hell, I'd even offer to leave with her and get drunk on her Aunt's apple cider 'cause this whole damn trip was a bad idea."

Bob huffed a sad laugh. "It is apple picking season. I bet she'd love it if we went with her."

Grace snorted. "You just want free apples so I can make my apple crisp."

With the tension from before gone and the weight of Bob's chest finally disappearing with his confession, he joked comedically, "Ssshh, don't jinx it."

Grace rolled her eyes, letting the moment pass before offering quietly, "Where do you think she is? Maeve?"

Bob regarded her for a moment before letting out a long sigh. "Considering the lack of voices, Maeve's probably tried to separate herself. Or she made a rash decision and decided to leave alone."

Grace gasped. "What about Jake?"

"Jake ... I bet 50 bucks Jake ran after her regardless."

Her face contorted into one of disgust. "What? Why? Can he not leave her alone for once in his life?"

Bob stood, wiping his hands on his jeans, before extending a hand to Grace. She took it without another word and allowed him to guide her up and off the tree. He revealed yet another truth as he helped her step over the massive root.

"Remember when I went with Bradley and Jake before Maeve hurt her wrist? Jake wanted to show us a fishing spot...?"

Grace winced. When Bob told her what happened, she instantly regretted not being out there with her. Hold up in her tent, she had been working on plans for a museum exhibit. Even if she had to do a little work, she could have at least done it in the company of a friend.

"I found out Bradley's been trying to coach Jake into mending things with Maeve. We might have been giving him some... advice."

Grace froze with her two feet atop the curved piece of wood.

"What!!?" she shrieked, making Bob wince. "Please tell me you weren't the one who encouraged him to keep up the prank thing. Bob, if you told him to scream 'there's a Bear..'."

"It wasn't me! Nor was it Bradley! We just told him to try to talk to her without anyone around. Cause things seem to go to shit when everyone else is there. He just needed to incite her to stay. Make her laugh. Talk to her like a human being!"

"Men," she scoffed, jumping down off the root. "Never go to a group of idiots to do a woman's job."

Bob froze, eyeing her carefully. "Are you calling me an idiot?"

Grace smiled, reaching up to stroke across his cheek. She kissed his lips with a quick peck and leaned back. "Hmm... my idiot, though."

She took several steps back towards the falls when she called out over her shoulder to a befuddled Bob. "You realize if we locked them in a room or trapped them in an elevator, with nobody else around, they'd probably figure it out?"

"How so?" he called back, finally following her.

"Jake obviously wants to fix it. Maeve runs. All you need to do is stop her from running. She'll give in if you provoke her enough, which Jake already does. "

Bob paused, reflecting for a moment. "He doesn't think when it comes to her, does he?"

"Does she?"

When they emerged from the bush, Bob and Grace ran to the first person they saw, hoping at least someone saw either Maeve or Jake. Nobody had. Not until a few minutes later did a couple mention seeing someone bearing her resemblance climbing the waterfall. They also mentioned seeing someone who looked like Nat go up, but she had already come back down.

Grace stared at them in horror. "I'll go get Mickey and Cora," she rushed out quickly, leaving Bob alone to start the trek up the rocky slope. As he did, a million thoughts crossed his mind.

Finding Maeve and Jake tearing each other apart, hoping Mickey and Cora's skills weren't needed. Or the more stupidly optimistic thought - either was trying to find a few moments of peace.

As if.

Or perhaps it was none of those things. Maybe what awaited him above was something far worse than he could ever fathom.

But when he reached the top of the falls, neither Maeve nor Jake were there, and Bob didn't spare the effort to take in the view. Instead, he searched the ground, kneeling when he spied several tracks in the mud.

Two sets, both inherently female, were marked along the river bank in the mud. Bob's eyes followed them until he saw a separate path of them walking back. Then he noticed another pair of tracks, the boot tread clearly belonging to a man. They followed one of the other tracks, veering quickly off into the bushes. They were noticeably disturbed, leaves and branches bent unnaturally, and the longer he followed the underbrush and mud, the more he understood what happened.

Bob set off, knowing just exactly where he needed to go.

Can I just say I love Bob and Grace?

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everythingwasnormalhere · 1 month ago

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i have a kind of silly and really fluffy creek idea i've been toying with that i wanted to share. and after going through your craig tag i figured it might be right up your alley? or that at least you might like it i hope

anyway. idea is tweek having a sleepover at craig's house, very cute. laura & thomas told them they could stay up late so long as they went to bed as soon as they went tired. they're watching a movie, maybe, or something else idk what but they're both sitting in craig's bed kind of half under the covers leaning up against each other watching something on craig's phone.

and maybe it's the brightness of the screen, or the noise, or something in what they're watching. maybe it's the late hour making them a little cranky. maybe it's all of that combining to stress craig out and push him towards being overstimulated. either way, craig kind of suddenly kind of slowly grabs onto tweek, rolls over so that he's facing him, and then buries his face in tweek's shoulder. kind of nuzzles into it, though tweek's more surprised at the sudden grab and hold. they realize they're tired and put the phone away to go to bed, but when tweek tries to leave the bed to sleep on the air mattress or sleeping bag or whatever craig just. doesn't let go. he doesn't say anything either, just holds on, face pressed into tweek's shoulder while making these little half-grunts.

it's whatever, though, and tweek manages to fall asleep just fine on the bed (craig wakes up in the middle of the night lying on his back from tweek's arm smacking his face. tweek wakes up when craig accidentally shoves him off the bed. they go back to sleep).

the next morning, craig's in the bathroom and tweek is down in the kitchen where laura is making breakfast. she's making light conversation, trying to keep a nice atmosphere going because she knows tweek gets stressed easily and she's trying to help him feel a little better. it's really basic stuff, simple questions about school and if he had a nice time staying the night at the tuckers'. it comes up in the conversation that they did stay up late, and then tweek mentions "craig -ngh- did something kind of. -nn- weird though."

now. let it not be said that craig hates physical contact with tweek. tweek doesn't fully realize he gets this special privilege, because from his point of view craig's just generally touchy. so tweek is used to craig going for his hand or just generally leaning up against him. at laura's prompting, he mentions the way craig kind of grabbed him, buried his face in his shoulder, and nuzzled it.

and laura pauses, because... oh. oh that's so cute. she explains that when craig was little, like really little (like 1-3 little), whenever something stressed him out he'd grab at the nearest comforting thing and bury his face in it, often with that little nuzzle. be it a favored blanket, dad's leg, mom's chest if she was holding him—if it was something he liked/favored, and he got startled or otherwise upset, he'd dig his face into it like he was trying to hide from the world. it was kind of an unconscious habit, a comfort-seeking action. when he was a baby, before he was weened, he'd often do it when he was hungry.

"he hasn't done that in years, though. not with me or thomas." laura looks at tweek, "you know, he really does care about you a lot." she's trying to unconsciously say that they all care about tweek, bc to the tuckers he's a special kid that craig is lucky to be so close with, but tweek doesn't quite pick that up before craig comes out of the bathroom.

from there it isn't long before he and tweek are talking with each other while the rest of the tuckers gravitate to the table for breakfast. tweek just kind of files this information away as something neat he didn't know before, but not worth making a big deal over.

anyway. cut to maybe weeks later. they're at school, in the cafeteria for lunch. it's loud, as usual, and the lights are bright, as usual, but for various reasons craig's really not having it today. he's been feeling out of sorts all day and is starting to get a headache.

so of course today is the day that cartman wants to try and start shit. it's not even completely cartman's fault, as stan kyle and kenny get involved in the argument pretty quickly. idk what it is, something kind of banal and kind of stupid and very much in line with what fourth grade boys would argue about. clyde and jimmy are drawn into the conversation, craig wants to go home and Stop Dealing With All of This—

cartman makes a remark about craig that's meant to draw him into the argument. maybe it's a little mean, maybe he's expecting craig to back him up here. craig snaps back something snarky, feeling like he's going to burst any minute now. cartman says something stupid, craig shoves his tray away, gets up, and leaves. tweek goes after him at some prompting from clyde ("he's your boyfriend, dude, shouldn't you be handling him?"), they meet up in the hall.

craig grabs onto tweek in a kind of awkward hug, buries his face in tweek's chest, and kind of nuzzles into it. tweek holds him back, suddenly recalling the conversation he had with laura.

"he really care about you a lot"

this is something craig does when he wants comfort

craig is seeking comfort

craig is stressed—

"do you -ack- wanna go home?"

"mmrm"

"okay, let's -ngh- get out of here!"

anyway yeah. that's the idea. craig havign a small little unconscious habit like that when he's stressed as a comfort-seeking behavior, and trusting/liking creek enough to do it to him. that's literally it. i'm spreading my "craig cares about and trusts tweek so much, more than he even realizes" and "tweek can comfort craig too" agendas with this headcanon. did it need all this explanation?? no but i thought it was cute. and i thought you might find it cute too. hopefully :]

IM SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING EARLIER BUT I WAS LITERALLY READING IT EVERY OTHER WHILE LIKE "awww cute" SO I WANTED TO KEEP IT-- 😭 this is so so cute anon please turn it into a fic i would literally give you my soul if you did

#south park #south park fandom #south park au #south park hcs #south park headcanons #south park fanfiction #craig tucker #tweek tweak #sp creek #anon ask #cute cute cute i love this sm<3

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maximoffcarter · 9 months ago

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Enough for you - Part 2.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot.

Summary: After Casey admitting that what they had was nothing other than sex, they both take their time away from each other, but Alex figures out that for her, it was way more.

A/n: ‘IN PRIDE MONTH???’ Yes…I dared to post angst in Pride Month…but I did say there would be part 2, didn't I? I cannot give my babies sad endings (not always), they are endgame in my mind, and they'll always be endgame. I promise fluff is coming, I’ll try to post most of the requests for Pride Month😌 If you got any more requests, please send them my way guys, either on my asks box or message me privately! Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

Part 1.

*not my gif*

It had been exactly three weeks since the last time that Casey had been in Alex’s apartment, after that day, both women had tried to avoid each other as best as they could, focusing on their cases and separately doing their jobs in their offices. Whenever they happened to find each other in the precinct, they just said a respectful ‘hello’ and move on to what they were supposed to do. The squad of course had been oblivious about it, Casey and Alex had done such a good job in hiding their relationship that they didn’t find it weird at all that they were not exactly close or friends at all, but the one person that had noticed the whole thing had been Olivia; after all, Olivia was normally who visited their offices along with Elliot, but Olivia somehow knew both women better than anyone else, so when she noticed the weird interactions that they were having, she started to question if something had happened, but never said a thing knowing that both women were private with their lives out of work.

Casey had tried her best to keep herself distracted with work and going to the cages after work or every other day that she had some free time. The moment she got back to her apartment, her own words kept repeating in her mind and she felt guilty for a moment, thinking that maybe she had made a mistake and that she had not meant what she had said at all. But she had thought that it was better to say it out loud before it was too late; mostly to avoid herself from falling into something that she wouldn’t be able to recover from. The times she saw Alex at work, she noticed blue eyes glued to her and she knew she did the same, but both of them were now avoiding each other and Casey thought that it was probably for the best. She would be lying if she said she didn’t miss spending her time with Alex, after all, two whole years with her had not been just nothing, and she was trying to convince herself that she had saved herself from a heartbreak; truth was…she felt like she was going through one at the moment.

When the squad went out for drinks, it was normally Casey or Alex who went with them, never together. But this time, they had asked them separately, mostly because they just wanted to celebrate the big victory that they both had with their cases. and they thought celebrating together wouldn’t be bad at all. And it so happened that both ADA’s got there at the same time and the faces they made when they saw each other made the squad figure out that maybe after all, it hadn’t been a good idea to invite them at the same time. Casey was the one that tried to play it as if nothing was going on and went ahead to sit with the squad, engaging in a conversation with Munch and Fin right after. Alex, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do with herself so she went ahead to sit in the middle of Elliot and Olivia, trying to focus on what they had to say it.

“I invite next round!” Fin said as he started pulling out his wallet.

“No, no. I got this one, you got the next one.” Casey smiled as she stood up and walked to the bar.

Munch looked at Alex and raised his brow. “Did we do a mistake on inviting Novak?”

Alex furrowed her brows as she looked at all of them. “Why would you ask me that? We work together.” She chuckled.

“The stares you gave each other when you two walked inside at the same time said otherwise.” Fin took a sip of his drink. “Do we got beef or something with her?”

“Guys.” Alex chuckled. “Casey and I work together, we see each other every day at work, so it was just surprising to see each other outside work, I guess.”

Olivia frowned. “You guys used to have lunch together, you don’t anymore?”

Alex felt her heart stopping for a moment as she looked at Olivia. “We’ve…been busy. Focusing on our own cases.”

Olivia nodded as she shrugged. “No, that’s…understandable.”

“Seems like Novak is getting out of here with someone.” Elliot furrowed his brows as he stared at them.

“You really gonna stare at him the whole time he talks to her?” Munch huffed a laugh.

“Need to make sure is safe, you know?” Elliot shrugged.

“I believe Novak can protect herself, and we will all make sure she’s safe.” Fin nodded as he looked back at Casey.

Alex took a deep breath as she stared back at the bar, directly at Casey. She knew she didn’t have to feel this way, they were not involved anymore, and even if they were still involved in some way, she knew that there was never a thing that stopped them from being with other people. She had thought about it while they were still meeting each other at night, she wondered if Casey was seeing anyone else other than Alex, maybe those days were they didn’t see each other, she met with someone, or whenever she took longer to get to the bar, maybe she took the chance to talk to other people. Back then, the thoughts were there but they didn’t do anything to her because she knew that at the end of the day, she was the one that had Casey in bed with her; she was the one kissing her, feeling her, touching her, it was her name that came out of her mouth in a raspy tone when she came undone. But now, she felt jealousy. Casey could be with anyone now and maybe with them, she’d want to have something serious. The jealousy only became worse once she saw how the guy slipped a card to Casey and then left, and Casey had a faint smile, but the smile was there.

“Casey Novak getting a man.” Fin whistled once Casey returned to their table.

Casey rolled her eyes as she grinned. “Not gonna happen.” She said as she handed everyone their drinks.

“Ah, c’mon, Case. Why not? You’re single, you’re allowed to have some fun, you know?” Elliot teased her as he grinned.

“That’s…not my thing.” For a moment, Casey looked up at Alex and then back at her drink, taking a sip of it.

Alex stared at her until she noticed she had done it for longer than she had meant to, so she did the same and finished her drink. She then reached for her purse and grabbed some money, putting it on the table. “Sorry guys, I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Cabot, Cabot, Cabot…we are supposed to be celebrating both your victories!” Munch remarked as he raised his brow.

Alex huffed a chuckle, shrugging as she stood up and grabbed her purse and coat. “I know, but…I have an early morning.” She nodded. “But thanks guys, next round is on me.” She smiled before she walked away.

Casey’s eyes followed Alex until she walked out of the bar. Part of her wanted to go behind her but she knew better than to do that. As the squad joked, Casey couldn’t help but look down at the card that the guy had given her, wondering if Elliot was right and she could have some fun, but the reality was, that she didn’t want the guy; she wanted Alex. She looked back at the door and thought for a second time if she should go after Alex, she could still catch her maybe, or she could just simply drive to her apartment. She could. But she was not going to.

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Alex took a deep breath as she walked down the hallway with a coffee in hand, convincing herself that she could do this and even if this could turn the wrong way, she at least tried. After she got back to her apartment two days ago, she spent all night thinking about what had happened back in the bar. When Casey had stared at her after saying that it was not a thing she did, she figured out that Casey really had meant that; there had been a night where Casey had confessed that it was actually her first time accepting to go home with someone she had just met, of course she knew who Alex was, but even then, they were strangers before they talked for hours, and accepting to go home with her, had been unexpected for her. And that’s when it hit Alex that maybe, just maybe, there had been a whole misunderstanding in what had happened with them, and she could let it happen, she could let it die there and pretend that nothing ever happened with them, but Alex decided that night that she was not going to let that happen, and she was going to make everything in her hands to show Casey that it was not nothing for her.

Alex knocked on the door softly, a small smile on her face as she saw Casey. This felt so familiar and yet, she was so nervous. “Hi.”

Casey looked up from her paperwork and for a moment her words got stuck in her throat, but as she cleared her throat, she offered a small smile back. “Hi. Need something?”

“No uh…” Alex huffed a chuckle as she looked down at the coffee. “The coffee shop I went to…they made two drinks by mistake, so they gave them both to me. Thought I could do my good deed of the day and bring you some coffee.” She walked to Casey’s desk and placed it in a safe space so it wouldn’t mess with her paperwork.

Casey raised her brow as she looked at Alex for a moment and then at the coffee, grabbing it and carefully taking a sip. “And…it so happened to be my favorite, huh?”

Alex raised her brows. “Oh really? What an odd thing, don’t you think?” She grinned as she walked to the door.

Casey couldn’t help but smile softly as she placed the coffee back on the desk. “Thanks, Alex.”

Alex turned to look at Casey, smiling softly. “You welcome. See you around.” She winked at her before she left.

Casey felt that tingle in her stomach as Alex winked at her, her eyes following Alex until she disappeared from her sight. She nibbled on her lip as she looked back at the coffee, a small laugh leaving her lips as she shook her head. She would’ve believed the excuse maybe if it had been a different coffee, if it had been similar to Alex’s order, or maybe if she was tired enough that she’d believe that unicorns existed, but the look on Alex’s face, the grin, her words…she had done this on purpose and she had actually thought of buying Casey a coffee. And it made her feel warm, something she was not supposed to feel, but here she was; stupidly smiling at the coffee.

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The next time Alex showed up in Casey’s office with something in hands, it had been Casey’s favorite coffee along with her favorite dessert. She had used the same excuse as last time, but it was even more evident that she was now playing with that excuse, and she was simply going to Casey’s office with excuses. Was she there to see her? Did she want something? Casey was a little confused as to what was happening, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like these unexpected visits, the silly excuses, and the beautiful smiles that Alex gave her. And then she remembered why she had confronted Alex in the first place and rethought her decisions of that day; had she had done that out of jealousy because she saw Alex with Oliva? Had she acted out of anger? Had she said those things just because she wanted to ignore her feelings? Casey was afraid to answer those questions, she was afraid to figure out the real reason why she had done what she did, but again…she couldn’t let herself get lost in thought. She couldn’t let Alex in.

Alex knocked on the door and smiled softly. “Hello.”

Casey looked up and smiled. “Hey you. Thought I was the only one in the office.”

“I finished some paperwork, so I didn’t take it home. Thought I saw a light here and wondered if you were still here.” Alex raised the bag in her hand and grinned. “I’m sure you haven’t had anything to eat.”

“You know me so well.” Casey grinned as she got up and cleaned the table beside her desk, signaling to Alex that she could walk in.

“Still have a lot of work?” Alex asked as she placed the bag on the table, taking out the boxes of food and the chopsticks.

“Not a lot. I was just reviewing some files and making sure my notes were right for tomorrow’s trial.” Casey smiled as she sat down, grabbing the box that Alex was handing her. “Why didn’t you just go home?”

Alex shrugged as she sat down, looking down at her food. “I didn’t want to go home just yet.” She said almost in a whisper, looking up at Casey. “Plus, I brought you dinner.” She grinned.

Casey chuckled as she nodded. “And the perfect order. Thank you.” She smiled.

Alex nodded. “So…did you…ever used that phone number?” She raised her brow as she looked at Casey.

“What number?” Casey tilted her head.

“The guy at the bar?”

“Oh.” Casey laughed as she shook her head. “No. I didn’t. Not a thing I do.” She grinned as she looked at Alex and then down at her food.

“Right.” Alex smiled. “Guess I was lucky.” She said in a whisper as she focused on her food.

Casey looked up at Alex and smiled softly, wanting to say more but decided to keep her mouth shut, starting to eat right after. For a while, they didn’t say anything, they just kept each other company while they ate. But then Alex started talking about some cases and making jokes about the squad, which soon after had Casey laughing and talking about her own experiences with the squad. They soon fell into a comfortable conversation, losing track of time and before they knew it, it was late. Alex watched as Casey gathered her things and put together the files she’d be needing for the trial. Once she was done, they both stared at each other, unsure of what was the next move.

“I can take you home.” Alex said softly.

Casey stared into blue eyes, a little unsure about it. “I can just take a taxi that’ll take me straight there.” She smiled softly.

Alex shrugged. “We can grab the same taxi, you’re not too far away from me.” She smiled.

Casey sighed, nodding her head. “Sounds good to me.”

The whole ride was also quiet at first, but then Casey started talking about her trial for the next day and where she was standing at the moment, somehow, asking for approval that she was doing the right thing and that she was going the right way, which Alex was quick to agree with her in everything. The ride seemed so short as they were lost in conversation, every now and then they’d stare at each other and just smile, feeling the most comfortable than they had felt in all these past few weeks. Alex asked the taxi driver to wait for her as she got off following Casey, she walked to the entrance of the building with her and they stopped right there, Casey turning to look at Alex, offering a smile.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Casey smiled.

Alex stared at her and nodded. “Yes.” She smiled. “Did I ever tell you that I love your smile? Your dimples show up.”

Casey nibbled on her bottom lip to try to stop herself from blushing and her smile to widen, she looked down at the floor and nodded. “You mentioned it once or twice.”

“Well…I don’t mind to repeat myself.” Alex grinned. “See you tomorrow, Case.” She leaned in and kissed her dimple, smiling as she pulled away and walked back to the taxi.

Casey only stood there staring at Alex, waving as she saw the taxi drive away. “Fuck…” she whispered softly as she turned to get inside.

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Alex noticed the change on Casey the more she visited her and the more they spent together. She felt proud that she was getting Casey to loosen up a bit more around her and that they were getting back to being close -minus the sex of course-. At this point, all Alex wanted to do was to show Casey that she really cared about her, that she really didn’t just want sex from her. She didn’t know when the conversation would be brought up again, or if she had to bring it up, but she knew that Casey would soon ask or her curiosity would get the best of her, but for now, Alex just enjoyed doing this. She had made it her routine to buy Casey coffee, they had lunch or dinner at their offices, and shared the taxis. Casey on the other hand, she was still questioning everything that Alex was doing, but at the same time, she was enjoying every bit of it, even if at night her mind was clouded with doubts and questions, wondering what Alex was doing. But this was much better than the nights she had cried wondering if she had made the good choice of pushing Alex away, and now that she was back in her life, she didn’t think that she wanted her to ever leave again.

When the squad told Olivia to invite Alex and that they’d be inviting Casey, they had their doubts if it would be a good idea, but judging by last time, things had not been that bad, they had just sat down separately and they had their drinks; yes, Alex ended up leaving at some point for some reason but other than that, things had been just fine, so they thought another try wouldn’t hurt anyone. So when both women arrived together, the whole squad was pretty much surprised but also sure that the night would go just fine if they were now close. It was when Olivia started to figure out what had happened, grinning behind her drink as both women arrived to the table, greeting everyone.

The night went on as they talked and had their drinks, talking about back stories or anything else that didn’t include work, it was their chance to stay away from the job and they were not about to talk about the cases they had. Soon after, they started ordering round after round, Munch and Fin being the first two who became tipsy and started making jokes, making the whole squad laugh. Alex couldn’t take her eyes away from Casey, enjoying every moment of it because her laugh and smile had become her favorite thing in the world. Olivia was the only one who noticed this, so when Casey said she’d go for another round and was followed by Elliot, Olivia took her chance to sit beside Alex.

“So…you and Casey seem to be good friends again.” Olivia raised her brow.

Alex turned to look at Olivia and nodded. “Yeah. I mean…we were. Just, you know…we had been busy, and we had been focusing on our cases.”

“Bull.”

“I’m sorry?”

Olivia chuckled. “Alex, c’mon. You know better than to lie to me. I can clearly see the way you look at her, and you’re gonna tell me that it’s just you being coworkers?”

Alex sighed as she looked down at her drink. “Casey and I go way back…when I started in Sex Crimes…and she was in White Collar.” She looked back at Olivia. “We met at a bar. We talked for hours and…I invited her over.” She tilted her head as she smiled.

Olivia’s jaw dropped then, grinning. “You two hooked up.”

“For around two years.” Alex grinned.

“Shut. Up.” Olivia huffed a laugh and looked back at Casey for a moment who was talking to Elliot. “I thought she didn’t do that.” She looked back at Alex and raised her brow. “I thought you didn’t do that.”

“Well…it was like she called me in, you know?” Alex smiled. “I couldn’t help it and…the thing is that…Casey and I had sort of an argument. She said that what we had…it had all been just sex.”

“And it was more to you.” Olivia smiled.

Alex nodded. “It took me a while to accept it but yes. It was way more than just a hook up.” She smiled. “So…I’m trying to show her just that.”

Olivia smiled. “It’s working.”

Alex frowned. “How are you so sure?” She grinned.

“Because I know she doesn’t smile like she smiles with you. And I can tell she’s more relaxed and happy than she was a few weeks ago.” Olivia smiled. “I’m sure she was just protecting herself.”

Alex shook her head as she shrugged. “From what? I…I don’t intend to hurt her or do anything to her.”

Olivia tilted her head. “She never told you?”

Alex furrowed her brows. “What?”

Olivia shook her head. “It’s not my place, Alex.”

Alex was about to say something but at that moment Casey and Elliot came back with the drinks, interrupting their conversations. Olivia only offered her a small and went back to her seat, joining the conversation with Munch and Fin. Casey sat back down and gave Alex her drink, engaging in a conversation with her. Eventually, midnight arrived, and everyone went their separate ways, leaving Alex and Casey waiting for their taxi. When they were inside, Alex looked into her purse and got a rectangular shape box, handing it to Casey.

Casey frowned as she looked up at Alex, grabbing the box. “What is this?”

“Happy birthday.” Alex grinned.

Casey felt her heart stopping for a moment as she smiled. “You remembered.”

Alex nodded. “I did. Open it.”

Casey raised her brow curiously as she opened the box, gasping as she saw the beautiful gold necklace with her birthstone. “Alex…”

Alex smiled. “I thought you’d like it. I remember you mentioning that was your birthstone and…thought it could be a perfect gift.”

Casey nodded. “It’s beautiful.” She smiled and then turned to Alex. “Put it on me?”

Alex nodded and grabbed the necklace from the box, waiting for Casey to turn her back to Alex so she could carefully place the necklace. Once she was done, she smiled and couldn’t help but grab the necklace that not laid on Casey’s neck. “Looks beautiful.” Her eyes then met green eyes, her breath hitched as she noticed Casey’s stare.

“First stop.” The taxi driver said.

Casey snapped out of her trance as she noticed they were in her building already, clearing her throat and looking back at Alex. “T-Thank you, Alex. You really didn’t have to.”

“No worries.” Alex smiled. “See you on Monday.”

Casey nodded. “Yes.” She leaned in and kissed her cheek, smiling. She grabbed her purse and got out of the car.

Alex waved as the taxi drove away, sighing softly as she touched her cheek, a smile appearing on her face. She was scared that maybe it would be too much, and Casey would make her stop right there, and then finally having the conversation that she had been dreading for so long, but no, she saw the genuine smile on Casey’s face and the spark in her eyes. After all, she made the right choice. Once she got to her apartment, she took off her heels throwing them by the door and then taking off her coat, putting it on the rack along with her purse. Just as she was about to walk to the kitchen, she heard a knock on her door, furrowing her brows since she was not expecting anyone, and it was not the time for visits. She turned to open and almost gasped as she saw an agitated Casey.

“Casey?”

Casey took a deep breath as she smiled. “It so happened that a neighbor was just walking in, and I told him I was here to see you, so he let me in.” She huffed a breathless chuckle. “You should let your neighbors know that it’s dangerous.”

Alex chuckled. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you, and I couldn’t wait for Monday. Or tomorrow. I just needed to see you.”

Alex’s heart stopped for a second, nodding softly as she let Casey in her apartment. She closed the door and had a déjà vu as they stood in the same place they had the last time Casey had been here. She cleared her throat as she crossed her arms. “What do you need to talk about?”

Casey tilted her head as she sighed. “What are you doing, Alex?”

Alex frowned. “What?”

“I just…I thought you’d hate me after the conversation we had…the last conversation we had.” Casey shook her head. “I said…what I said. And…then you started doing all these sweet things for me, and you got me here laughing, and smiling, and blushing and just so…” she smiled. “…happy.”

Alex smiled softly. “Casey…” she walked slowly to Casey, grabbing her hands. “I lied.” She said softly. “It wasn’t just a hook up for me. I…I know it was wrong of me, but I couldn’t help but let myself get lost in you and…I started falling for you. But I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

Casey closed her eyes as she looked down, tears rolling down her eyes. “Alex…”

“You mean more to me than you think, Case. I’m willing to show you.” Alex placed her hand on Casey’s cheek, making her look back up at her. “What we had…it was more than just sex to me, and I am so sorry if I made it seem like it was just that, but it wasn’t. I love making you smile, I love making you laugh, I love being with you. I miss holding you and kissing you.” Alex smiled. “I’m willing to show you that I mean it.”

Casey shook her head. “Alex…I don’t do relationships.”

“Then why did you push me away just like that? Was it really just sex to you?” Alex tilted her head.

Casey stared into blue eyes and shook her head. “No.” She whispered.

“Then what’s stopping you, Casey?”

Casey took a shaky breath. “I was in an abusive relationship.” She simply said as she shrugged. “I’m afraid to let myself fall for you and then…get my heart broken.”

Alex sighed as she shook her head. “Casey…I could never do that. I am so sorry you went through that. I really am. But Case…I’m never gonna hurt you. You mean the world to me. I’m falling so hard for you, and I can’t stop.”

“You mean that?” Casey looked back at her, a hint of hope in her stare.

Alex nodded. “Every word.” She smiled.

Casey smiled sadly as she placed her hands on Alex’s neck. “Please don’t hurt me, Alex.” She whispered softly.

“I won’t.” Alex smiled as she leaned in and kissed her forehead softly. “And I ask the same of you.” She chuckled softly.

Casey nodded. “I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it. I was just really afraid that I was falling for you and that maybe you…you’d tell me that this was nothing. I wanted to save myself from the pain. And I hurt you.”

Alex kissed her forehead softly again. “We’ll work on it, together.” She smiled softly as she looked back into green eyes. “I want this. I want us, Case.”

“I want you too. I want us.” Casey smiled. “I’ve missed you.”

Alex smiled. “I’ve missed you too.” She giggled as she pulled Casey close and kissed her lips softly.

Casey still had her doubts, she was still a bit unsure of this whole thing, but she knew that Alex was true to her word, and she could really tell that Alex really wanted her, and she couldn’t be any happier. There was still so much they needed to talk about, Casey wanted to open up to Alex, and she knew Alex would give her time to do so, she trusted Alex. She wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her closer, smiling against her lips. This right here, is what she wanted, she wanted Alex, and that’s all she was sure about.

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Hordak vs Catra

Decided to make a fic of how I think the fight with catra and hordak should have went down

Catra entered the sanctum and noticed how dark it was. It was far too quiet. The room was a bit dark, no computer screen was on. No humming of machines, It was silent.

Maybe he wasn't in the sanctum but where else would he be? That was strange, she looked around searching, "where's Hordak?”she muttered to herself, "He's usually tinkering with whatever project. " They were supposed to be on the fleet to attack bright Moon “The hell is going on? Hordak, where are you?” she huffed, placing her hands on her hips as her tail lightly flicked, her ears twitched from side to side.

Her ears suddenly perked up when she heard something charge up before a bright red beam aimed right at her but missed.Her fur went up and she jumped out the way in time with a startled gasp, her heart nearly left her chest as she panted and looked where the shot came from.

Her eyes darted from place to place until she saw a figure standing there.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” she whipped her head to the glowing red eyes staring at her. Has he lost his mind?! “Why did you shoot me! What the hell is wrong with you have you lost your damn mind” Catra hissed

Hordak didn't respond except with a simple “Hello Catra.” eyes narrowed dangerously as he snarls, his glowing red fangs showing in a sneer as he walked out the shadows, towering over her, his imposing form casted a shadow over her.

Catra didn't want to admit how intimidated she felt at that simple answer. It sent a shiver down her spin as she took a step back.

“hello? Are you gonna answer why you attempted to shoot me!” Catra snapped impatiently. demanding an answer from her boss but he didn't answer instead he aimed his cannon again as it charged up once more, a red light highlighting her face. He wasn't gonna have a conversation at the moment it seems

She gulped in fear, her eyes wide in fear and she bolted.

She didn't need an answer to know he was pissed about something and she wasn't staying to find out so she ran out the room.

Hordak just followed after her. He seemed surprisingly calm as if letting his anger fester to a boiling point.

“Run all you like, force captain, but you will regret this day for the rest of your life. I have been patient with you far too long. I gave you chance after chance. I have given you many opportunities to come forth and tell the truth, but time and again you have proven how untrustworthy you are. I would have been a bit more understanding if you had come to me with the truth, your punishment would have been less severe”

He growled and aimed his cannon “But.This lie I cannot forgive.” he fired but missed cause she dodged so he just kept chasing.

He stalked her as she scrambled for a place to hide, each time she tried to go down a hall, he would blast the walls, causing her to scramble to a different area.

She was too fast and agile for him to get a good hit on her, so he just led her to an easier room to corner her.

Catra panted as she dodged the beams that came flying at her; she rushed to a room, but another beam shot at her.

She dodged it and went to another room, she can't keep this up forever. She will tire herself out if she does, her adrenaline can only help so much.

She rushed into an open room and tried to jump on the rafters hanging in the room, but suddenly the beam scorched her back, causing her to scream out and fall to the ground with a heavy thud.

Hordak couldn't help a chuckle when he got her. It wasn't a full hit, but he scorched her fur, seeing the red scarred skin on her back where the fur was singed off was satisfactory enough for him.

“What's the matter, force captain? I thought you were more spry? You always gave the princess hard times with your acrobatic fighting. But here you are, lying on the floor in pain.?” He mocked, crouching down to her level.

"It's not fun being burned now, is it?” Hordak sneert and tilted his head

“Feeling a betrayal that came out of nowhere? Like what friendship you thought you had was a sudden deception?. It's not a good feeling. Is it Catra? I'm sure Entrapta would agree." Hordak snarled, Making a clear comparison.

“You hurt her. You hurt her when she trusted you and even helped you out when you needed it the most! You betrayed her” he clenched his fist, the cannon charging up again

Catra carefully got up, seething in pain, every move shot stinging needles through her body, it hurt so much. Her eyes narrowed; he was hinting at something.

How did he find out?.

She made sure nobody knew, and it wasn't Scorpia.

“What are you talking about?” She growled and glanced around, she couldn't run or hide. She can only fight now.

She got into a defensive stance. Spreading her legs and digging her feet into the ground as her tail sways for balance.

She has no choice but to face off against him, so be it.

Hordak growled “I remind you, I do not care for being lied to, yet for months I thought the woman I cared about betrayed me. For months I thought the one person who I could trust left me, after I opened myself to her and let her, I was led to believe she manipulated and used me, but no. No... SHE WAS TAKEN FROM ME! BY YOU!” He screamed and aimed his cannon to fire at her.

Catra gasped and her eyes widened more as her pupils went slit for a moment, her ears pinned back at what she saw. She never saw him like this, she never saw him this…

Angry

All that was seen was anger, revenge, hurt and betrayal.

Revenge for the one who wronged him, who wronged Entrapta, the one who caused them to hurt.

And she will pay.

Catra got out of the way and dug her claws into the ground and launched herself onto Hordak, she struggled to use his weight and height against this time, but Hordak learned from before and With the cannon he was much heavier to take down.

She latched onto him and clawed at his armor and body trying to get through the armor but it was much stronger then normal metal, Entrapta must have reinforced it when she made it for him.

“I had to! She wouldn't let us open the portal! We would have lost! She was a danger to our mission!” Catra tried to make it sound like she did him a favor for riding Entrapta like she was the weight holding them back. She gripped onto his armor and slashed his face, cutting him surprisingly, he had slightly thicker skin. But seeing his blood trickle down and his mascara leak with it.

She scratched the metal trying to rip it apart, ignoring her claws taking damage from how hard she tried to pry the metal apart.

Hordak dropped the calm demeanor, his rage was in full show.

He wants her dead.

Well, she isn't going down without a fight. He can still bleed like the rest of them.

Hordak roared in pain and exasperation from the scratch, blood trickling down his face, he grabbed her by her hair roughly and threw her off and to a nearby wall, her claws scratched his armor but he didn't even care.

He tried to slash her with his talons but she slumped before he could get her, his claws embedded into the metal as he tore them out, leaving a deep gash into the metal.

Some of her hair was clinging to his other hand from how hard he gripped her. Catra grunted when the air was knocked out of her, she struggled to get back up. Her back aches in pain as she struggles to sit up.

She shouldn't have run so much, her body was already starting to get tired and sore. She spat out some blood as it stained her fur near her lips.

Damn it.

Hordak was getting closer again, his fist clenched with her hair still tangled in his hand, he growled and unclenched her fist as it fell to the floor before crushing it under his foot.

“Our mission? There's no us! It's only you! You're so blinded by your one-sided hatred of that princess, it is laughably nonsensical! You claim you don't 'need her,' that you are stronger. But you're the one who's weak. You've always been weak, you have a fragile pride."

He bent down and grabbed her throat and aimed his cannon as it charged up. The hum of the cannon was loud as the heat radiated off and breezed in catra’s face.

"Not to mention your self-destructive tendencies that affect not only you but everyone and everything around you." his tone turned icy cold.

Catra's eyes widened, and her eyes slit into lines as she kicked his cannon before it could hit her.

Feeling the heat blow passed her, burning the tips of her fur as it missed.

She managed to grab one of the wires and scratched it so his cannon malfunctioned. Hordak grunted and lowered his arm as his cannon powered down.

“SAY’S YOU! You were so upset when Entrapta *left* oh, you were so heartbroken you didn't come out of the sanctum for a week!! because that annoying nerd *betrayed* you! Don't forget, you are weak as well! Defect.” She grinned and tried to claw at his wrist so he released her.

Blood was dripping down from his wrist. Hordak narrows his eyes and tightens his grip on her neck, his large talons digging into her skin and puncturing it.

He growled at her weak claws scratching his wrist. The pain got too much and he was forced to release her. “ You were the cause of my melancholy state!!” His red eyes glowed with intensity, his crystal brightened as he ripped the cannon off.

Both of them had no weapons. It was just strength now. Strength and strategy.

“What I find most entertaining is that you complain to me about your pathetic, tragic life when I was banishing you to the Crimson Waste,” he scoffed. Trying to slash her as she dodged and scratched his chest, ripping the dress where the horde logo brand showed, causing him to grunt and stagger back.

"As if that is an excuse for your dishonest behavior.“Nobody cares how bad you have it. Do you honestly think you had it the worst?” He sneered and slashed her in the shoulder trying to get a grip on her.

"Because I feel complete indifference."

Catra fully pinned her ears back and growled, baring her fangs. As she was insulted, she flexed her claws and slashed at the split panel of his dress, tearing his thigh.

“Of course I did! Shadow Weaver neglected me! ABUSED ME. She always preferred Adora over me. She made that known every damn day. That old bitch reminds me every day I was nothing! That I was the cause of Adora's mistakes. I was her distraction! I was to BLAME! ME! Everyone hates me! So why should I care if I hurt them!They hurt me, so I'm going to hurt them back!” her tail fluffed up and wagged. Dodging another of his slashes.

“You suck at being The Horde leader so bad it was easy to do things behind your back. The Horde is everything because of me!” She smirks and slashes at his neck, aiming for the crystal.

Hordak grunted and backed up from her attacks, he knew she fought dirty and wasn't going to allow her to get her disgusting furry claws on his crystal.

“That's life, and you have a lot to learn. Life is unjust, life is cruel. And inequitable no matter how much you try to prove your worth, nobody would care, nor do I. Do you honestly believe that you should receive a medal because of your grave upbringing? Life doesn't work that way, grow up and deal with it. Because life isn't going to bend to your will." He flexed his claws, lowering his ears.

“You believe you ran the Horde simply because I allowed you to take charge the past three years. It doesn't mean you *run* things, you're just a force captain , but I created the Horde, I worked hard to make the Horde what it is. Introducing the tech that aided the Horde to take down the scorpion Kingdom, it fell to its knees, and I made it to what it is now. It may not have been perfect, but I led it for years," he snarled.

"You ran it well at first, but then you also ran it chaotically, our army unkept and wounded, soldiers going AWOL. Tech getting taken by the rebellion. You were so focused on vengeance you lacked seeing the destruction you caused to those around you and yourself, and a life was lost because of you!.” He rushed forward and slashed at her, cutting her face and even sliced her head piece in half.

Catra cried out as blood leaked down her face, her skin ripped open as blood dripped on the floor, a few of her hair was missing.

Her head piece on the floor broke in two, allowing her hair to get in her face.

Catra was panting heavily, her pupils slit, her tail fluffed as she flexed her claws and jumped to her feet to slashed back, aiming for his face as she lunged forward and took a bite at his neck, aiming for his jugular.

Hordak was also panting, equally exhausted but he didn't back down and couldn't back away in time, grunting in pain as her small fangs pierced his neck, he snatched her hair once more and ripped her off, his neck bleeding but his mind didn't focus on the pain. He was more concerned about killing this cat.

Catra cried out at her hair being pulled, she gripped his wrist and kicked him hard in his chin, forcing him to release her as she landed on her feet and slashed at his side where his armored dress didn't cover.

Hordak roared out in pain as his skin stung in agony. Blood leaking, his red eyes glowed brighter as he held his side in pain and used his other hand to slash her face but she moved too quickly.

Catra used the wall to bounce off and kick Hordak in the thigh where she clawed him, bouncing back at another slash. She got cocky and grabbed onto a rafter and swung herself over him and kicked his head.

Hordak this time dodged and grabbed her by her tail.

Catra yowled in pain as she was suddenly slammed hard onto the ground, her tail was broken and bent in an unnatural shape, She coughed up blood.

Hordak was heaving in anger and pain, one of his eyes was closed and had a slash mark, his mouth bleeding as well.

“Your quick but your overconfidence is your downfall Catra!” He panted, whipping his mouth

“Your backhanded persona is laughable, you pray on others smaller and vulnerable because you can't confront those stronger than you, you play dirty in fights because you're too weak to actually hold your own properly. You whine when things don't go your way. You're so pathetic.” He narrowed his eyes and pinned her down, before she could get up.

He was ready to finish her off.

“You will pay for what you did! You will pay for killing Entrapta, I'm gonna to avenge her by ending you and I'll have great pleasure doing so! Remember this day in your pathetic life! This will be your mistake! You're a worthless being, foolish, believing you only know pain, you know nothing. You think you're the only one who hurts, others have lost members by death, others had to survive with absolutely nothing. You didn't lose anything, you made your choice. You chose your side. So you're living with it and making it everyone's problem.” Hordak mocks and is gonna slash her neck.

Catra's eyes widened in fear. She was gonna die. No. She has to stop this!

Using her last resort she reached forward and grabbed the crystal and yanked it out of his armor, cracking the crystal a little by doing so.

Hordak screamed in agony as his armor malfunctioned, electrocuting his body in the process, he fell to his knees clutching his chest where his crystal once was.

Catra quickly scrambled back, panting hard. Her eyes were still wide as she tossed the crystal somewhere and tried to run. But her tail being broken caused her to stagger and hit the wall.

Holding her arm she slumped down, not caring anymore.

Tears were falling down her eyes from pain. Physical and emotional, his words hit deep.

But it wasn't his insults.

It was the truth in them. The truth she tried to hide in herself. She hurt others and this was her paying the price. She shut her eyes.

Hordak was clutching his chest in pain, the exhaustion from the fight was taking over. His eyes darkened. He heard footsteps and the sound of magic. So the princesses come to finish him off. At least he will be reunited with Entrapta in the afterlife hopefully.

“HORDAK!”

He heard a voice.

“ENTRAPTA GET BACK HERE! I SAID STAY AT MY SIDE!!” another voice was heard

“HORDAK'S HURT!! HORDAK!!”

that voice? Could it be… Entrapta?

Footsteps closed in.

Hordak opened his eyes and saw two blurry figures, one rushing to him.

But suddenly everything was green and he felt himself lifted.

Prime has come.

#spop #she ra #hordak #catra #how their fight should have been #my fic

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 11 months ago

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What are your favorite headcanons you have? I notice you always have asks about specific characters, but I think a post dedicated to miscellaneous headcanons you especially love would be a nice break!

Like out of the ones I've already done? I'd say these ones are my favourites

Yuzuha offered to get a bike and drive Hakkai around (not to mention learn to drive) when she realised he was constantly riding with Mitsuya. Hakkai quickly said no though.

Kazutora likes his hair being played with but is too nervous to ask anyone to do it (luckily baji noticed this a while ago and occasionally when they're just hanging out and lying around Baji will play with it).

Izana anonymously donated to orphans in the bad toman timeline

Ran and Rindou both using Koko as their middle man when they're arguing. "Koko, please tell Ran to get his job done" "Koko, please tell Rindou his outfit sucks today" "YOU TWO ARE STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER"

Baji gets extremely excited for zoo visits, as a kid he actually used to frequently get lost at zoo trips since he'd run off to look at all the animals faster then his mum/ class.

Kakucho used to make Izana crayon birthday cards each year as a kid

If Akane had known Koko had manged to save Inupi then she would've been happy that her little brother got out.

Hanma's the type of person who can fall asleep anywhere, chair, bed, floor, laundry pile. He can sleep on any of them.

South kept accidentally mixing up the Haitani brother's names when he first met them.

The first time Mikey's toman friends heard him say "please" is when he was desperately asking them for some of their food. (After they said no the first time, he sighed then suddenly got serious and just said "please"

Sometimes when it rains, Chifuyu will glance around for anyone without an umbrella. Wondering if he'll get to have a manga moment with them.

While Sanzu was in tenjiku he kept his hands in his pockets a lot. This was to hide the way he'd clench his fists whenever they mentioned taking Mikey down.

One time, after the Kawata twins learnt about the classic trope of twins switching places for a day they decided to try it. Despite their obvious differences they were so sure it was going to work too (it did not work).

Inui once called Shinichiro big brother by accident, Shinichiro was thrilled.

Shion couldn't read the room when it came to South, he thought they were good friends.

Rindou had a teddy bear as a kid that he was super attached to, so attached that he still has it (it's hidden in his room). Ran still teases him about it.

When Benkei's training people in the gym he can seem a bit loud and aggressive but he's actually very supportive, cheering people on and practising them to help with their motivation (he's just very enthusiastic).

In the good timeline Ran thinks signing a few pieces of paper for a few minutes count as a full days work.

Kazutora despises any kind of violence against women, it actually reminds him of the situation with his mother. So because of this he always steps in to beat the guys up stop the situation. (In the good timeline this actually causes problems between him and Senju since he frequently steps into her fights).

Yuzuha can hold her alcohol very well, Hakkai thinks this is unfair (he's more of a lightweight)

Kazutora secretly talks to the animals at the pet shop, telling them about his day.

Baji went to visit Sanzu in the hospital after the incident, he brought him magazines to try and cheer him up.

South doesn't understand the concept of a water fight, will start punching

Kakucho wasn't sure of his birthday so Izana assigned him one

Taiju hates hospitals, they just remind him of his mother and her death.

Hanma has stolen Kisaki's glasses to try on before (and did a Kisaki impression while wearing them)

During the good timeline Sanzu hinted he wanted a pet once. He was thinking like a dog or maybe a cat but Senju got him a hamster. He still ended up loving the little guy

Chifuyu was kicked out of a library once for having such a loud reaction to a twist in a book.

It actually took a long time for Wakasa's friends to figure out what he's scared of. They tried testing him with lots of different things and actually gave up before a house centipede just so happened to crawl by, scaring Wakasa.

Kisaki has yelled at Hanma for eating and leaving crumbs on his bed many times.

Sometimes while sleeping at school, Mikey will talk in his sleep (Draken always glares at the other students and teachers if they dare turn around to look at Mikey)

When Mochi's grocery shopping he normally gets asked by people to reach things on the higher shelves, he always gets them what they need.

Mitsuya has a few burn scars on his hands from where he learnt to cook at a young age and made a few mistakes

The first few times Rindou decided to drive his bike, Ran forced him to wear a helmet. (Ran said he didn't need one though, only Rindou)

Mucho didn't actually give Sanzu his jacket, he just let him borrow it. But then didn't have the heart to ask for it back when he saw how much Sanzu loved it.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers spoilers

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problematicsashawaybright · 23 days ago

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why do people think taylor swift is gay? /genq

Unfortunately I can't even Narnia blog being asked about Jake Gyllenhaal my way out of this because I seem like the kind of person who would know this, and unfortunately I have a dark and twisted past (ex swiftie) so I do know exactly why.

(disclaimer: I am not a swiftie anymore, I do not support most of her current actions, I am an adult with a job and don't care if she's gay or not, but unfortunately the thing you fixated on at 14 years old does stick with you and I have this information in my brain forever)

Okay so going off of most to least referenced evidence that is confirmed to have happened and is not a theory

1. VERY reoccurring theme in all of her music of having to hide a huge part of your identity because the world will never understand and you will be ostracized if anyone finds out (she's never mentioned what exactly it is) which feels strange considering her public image is a cishet white woman who's mostly only publicly dated cishet white men. This goes along with reoccurring themes of being in love with your best friend and lying to the world.

2. VERY intense "girl best friend" relationships with at least two women who also have had gay rumors surrounding them. The first with Dianna Agron, which ended abruptly. She wrote the song "wonderland" which is supposably about Harry styles (which in my opinion was 100% a PR relationship regardless of anyone's sexuality), which explores themes of finding a true love that isn't like anything you've ever experienced before, but you need to keep it hidden because no one will ever understand (once again, her relationship with Harry Styles was VERY very very public and everyone knew about it and no one cared)

2. The second, even more intense one, was with Karlie Kloss, a victoria's secret model. They met at the 2013 victorias's secret fashion show where Taylor performed, and they were inseparable for years. Taylor took a break from dating publicly during this time as the 1989 era started, but she and Karlie were VERY close. They posted each other constantly, they talked about each other constantly, they did photoshoots, they did interviews, etc. Despite taking a break from dating, all of her music around this time was about finding yourself, being in love with your best friend, and (you guessed it) hiding from the media. There are countless photos of them holding hands, cuddling, and even of Taylor having a hicky on her that she was trying to hide after leaving a three day sleepover at Karlie's house. In 2014, they took The road trip to big sur, in which she 1. Used a lyric from one of the most romance themed songs on the album as an Instagram caption, and then eventually changed it when they had their falling out and 2. Posted the photo of a daisy on the car dashboard with Karlie tagged, and then most of her love songs about a secret love from then on either referenced daisies, or had daisy imagery in her music videos and performances. In late 2014, they went to a 1975 concert in a private VIP area where they thought no one was filming them, but paparazzi videos surfaced. The videos were grainy and hard to see exactly because it was 2014 and taken at a dark concert from far away, but they're dancing and grinding against each other, and then it SEEMS like they MAY have kissed or even made out. After this leaked to the press, they were seen together less and less until they just stopped mentioning each other entirely, and Karlie Kloss got married (to a man)

3. That one era in 2019 where gay pride became like. Her entire brand. She made an entire song and music video about homophobia, advocated for gay rights, donated and told others to donate to gay organizations, was set to perform at a pride festival, wore rainbows to performances, and literally spoke the words "gay pride is what makes me, me". The theory is that she was kind of testing the waters and maybe planning on saying something about her own identity, but in 2019, all of her music she made since she was 15/16 got sold by her old label to the worst possible person, and she got scared, and then covid happened, so the concert for that album (loverfest) got canceled.

4. Multiple people close to her have implied that she may have had relationships with women. Including her best friend and producer who she's worked with for years accidentally calling her a gay woman in an interview, and then panicking and walking it WAY back when the interviewer asked him if she's gay. Another time was her ex boyfriend from I believe 2016/2017 calling her the D slur, and then implying that he was her beard. She referenced being called a slur and this whole situation in her 2022 album midnights.

5. This isn't solid concrete evidence, but it haunts me. Whenever there was a significant date related to Karlie Kloss on the 2023-2024 eras tour, she played her saddest and angriest songs about a lost relationship. Like too many times to be a coincidence. It happened on her birthday. It happened on her wedding anniversary. It happened when Karlie Kloss was literally in the audience for one of the LA shows in 2023. She doesn't choose the surprise songs in advance, and people from her crew have even said that she changed the songs the night she realized Karlie was there (who, btw, bought her own ticket and sat in the nosebleeds after flying across the country less than a month after giving birth. If she were invited, she would be in the VIP tent. She was literally just in the only available seats in the back of the audience, and was only moved after security realized that she was there)

That's just what I can remember off the top of my head, there's definitely more, but I have to go to class.

#why are you asking me an amphibia blog about this (i WOULD know all the gaylor lore)#cw taylor swift #the swifties are going to get my ass

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redux-iterum · 9 months ago

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Charred Legacy: Chapter Ten

(AO3 counterpart here.)

Fireheart was left to ponder that vision for the rest of the night. Even more confusing, he didn’t see Yellowfang or Cinderpaw go to Bluestar with this news. He caught sight of Yellowfang speaking to Speckletail, at least, but he had to be content with that by the time he went to sleep. Maybe Bluestar would be talked with tomorrow.

But Yellowfang didn’t talk to Bluestar. In fact, no one did. She didn’t leave her den. Fireheart and Whitecloud were the only ones to see her for a couple days; any time they checked in, she was curled up and asleep, often with half-eaten remains of the prey they left for her lying near the entrance of her den.

“Do you think she’s sick?” Fireheart asked Whitecloud one night.

Whitecloud’s answer was delayed and quiet. “I can only hope that’s the case.”

Speckletail, at least, was pulling her weight admirably. She only had to be told once that Bluestar was feeling unwell for her to double her efforts, recruiting Whitecloud to help her schedule patrols and decide on where the night’s hunters would be sent to level the prey supply. Fireheart did his best to show his appreciation with thanks and not bothering her with questions about Bluestar.

Not to say that Bluestar didn’t come up. A couple nights after Fireheart’s question, he went for breakfast to find Speckletail tiredly pawing around the pile, her ears poorly resisting folding back and her tail twitching. Her cream-and-brown coat had lost a bit of its usual shine, dull with exhaustion.

“Good evening!” Fireheart said brightly, coming up to the side of the pile across from her. He tilted his head, concerned. “You look like you didn’t sleep. Are you alright?”

“Evening.” Speckletail gave him a weary blink. “I slept, don’t worry. It’s just been a busy few nights.” She barely managed a huff of what failed to sound like amusement. “Seems like I’ve got to do everything myself lately. I haven’t gotten Bluestar to come inside and do her job.”

“Oh…” Fireheart nodded, valiantly hiding the immediate spike of worry in his chest. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Do you want me to talk to her for you?”

Another attempt at a chuff, slightly more energetic than the last, and she shook her head. “You don’t need to worry about that, Fireheart. You’ve been taking care of Bluestar like she was Yellowfang. Don’t think I didn’t notice—bringing her prey and making sure she’s alright.” Speckletail gave him a warm look. “I appreciate you trying to help, but it’s not your concern.”

Fireheart almost squinted at her in bafflement. “She’s the leader of ThunderClan and my mentor, and suffering with something she won’t talk about. I would darn well think it’s my concern.”

The deputy’s whiskers twitched. “Right. I forgot I was talking to you.” She sighed, her eyes turning in the direction of Bluestar’s den. “Well, I won’t order you to, but if you think you can get a word out of her, or even get her out of her nest, you have no complaints from me.” She looked back at him. “But perhaps eat first.”

Fireheart obeyed with a head-bob and quickly took a mouse while Speckletail continued to look through the pile. He ate with no ceremony or thought, shook out his fur and trotted out of camp with a tail-flick to Speckletail, who had finally found a squirrel she wanted.

Fireheart took a breath as he approached Bluestar’s den. It was deathly silent out here, a particular void of sound seeming to coalesce specifically behind the lichen curtain. A moment of hesitation, and then Fireheart quietly pushed past the lichen and stepped into Bluestar’s den.

As before, he only saw his mentor’s back, the fur of which was more ruffled and stiffer than usual. She was tightly curled up, breathing so slowly and softly that Fireheart had to watch her side rise and fall to be sure she was still alive. The prey she’d tossed aside, at least, was mostly eaten, but it had gone stale and was starting to stink a little. A few little prey-bones were scattered around where Fireheart or Whitecloud had missed them in scooting the remaining meat outside.

Carefully, Fireheart cleared his throat and spoke quietly. “Bluestar?”

Her head did not jolt up as it usually did; instead, she lifted it with groggy surprise, looking around blearily and slowly twisting from lying on her side to on her stomach. In a voice creaky with disuse, she said, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” Fireheart said, stepping sideways to get into her view. “I didn’t meant to interrupt your sleep, but I wanted to check on you.”

Bluestar did not meet his eye, or even really look at him beyond a glance as she turned her head this way and that. Fireheart could swear he heard her whisper, “Where…?” before she shook her head like she was clearing away flies and finally looked at her apprentice, though their eyes still didn’t connect.

“Er…” Fireheart cleared his throat again and took a step closer. “Well, I was thinking—you’ve been in here for a few nights now, and the Clan’s a little worried, so I thought maybe you could come in and order a patrol. And, um, get some food, too.” He nudged the mostly-eaten prey with his paw. “This is a little old to finish now.”

“Oh—” Bluestar blinked like she’d been hit in the head and slowly got to her feet. “Yes. Right. Patrols.”

Before Fireheart could say anything else, she walked past him, her tail sticking straight out. Fireheart caught sight of a few bits of dry moss clinging to it.

He hurried out after her, trying to match her pace to stand at her side, having some foggy notion that she was about to fall over and he needed to catch her. She didn’t, obviously, but he was still reluctant to let her walk in front of him as they went through the entrance to camp.

Her arrival was welcomed with many heads turning her way and sparks of conversation and greeting. Fireheart caught up to her, some small part of him relieved at the warm reception for reasons he couldn’t name, and turned to speak to her.

Then he stopped. Watched her eyes roam over camp, mouth ever-so-slightly opening and closing, posture stiff. She was staring at everyone like they were strangers.

Why does she look so confused?

Before he could follow that line of thought, Bluestar vigorously shook her head again and her eyes cleared. She straightened up and, with steps that had a bit of forced regality, made her way over to Speckletail, who had stood up from her meal to greet her leader.

Bluestar got to the point. “Have you sent out a patrol for Sunningrocks’ border?”

“Not tonight,” Speckletail said. “I was busy with the hunting patrols. Should I—”

“No, no.” Bluestar waved her moss-spotted tail. “I can do it. You’ve been working much more than you should have to.” She looked around again, inspecting her Clan distantly, then looked to her apprentice. “Fireheart, will you take…” Again, a scan of the clearing. “Lizardtail and Willowpelt, and their apprentices, to Sunningrocks?”

“Sure!” Fireheart nodded, eager to help. “Should we have someone else come with us, since we have apprentices?”

“It… should be fine.” Bluestar’s eyes fogged for an instant before she blinked the fog away. “Swiftpaw is nearly a warrior. He can count as an adult for this patrol.”

Swiftpaw, sitting by his mentor, brightened up, looking at Lizardtail excitedly. Lizardtail purred and flicked him with his tail.

Willowpelt nudged Brackenpaw and stood up, the golden-brown apprentice jumping up after her. The pair of pairs trotted up to Fireheart, who turned and nodded to Bluestar.

“Get something to eat, too,” he said to her in a low voice. “And please eat all of it.”

At this, Bluestar’s gaze swung over to the prey-pile, and without responding she walked past him and to the scattered animals. Barely holding in a sigh of relief, Fireheart gestured with his tail and led the warriors and apprentices back out of camp.

All in all, it was a rather peaceful walk. Swiftpaw and Brackenpaw hung at the back of the patrol, Swiftpaw telling a story about his first encounter with a deer and Brackenpaw hanging on every word, staring with big-eyed awe at the older apprentice. Fireheart half-listened in, but mostly enjoyed the breeze wafting towards the patrol and winding around them. With the lack of foliage to block it, scents from much further off in the territory greeted him. He was so caught up in trying to identify which particular plant he was smelling, however, that he didn’t notice Willowpelt picking up her pace to catch up to him until she whispered in his ear.

“Is Bluestar okay?” she asked.

Fireheart flinched in surprise and looked at her. “Huh?”

“Bluestar.” Willowpelt glanced back at Lizardtail, who was walking a little faster after them with his ears perked. “She was… well, she felt off. You’re the one who’s seen her the most, so you’d know what’s up, right?”

“Oh,” Fireheart said, scrambling for a satisfying answer. “I have a feeling she’s ill with something. She’s just been sleeping these past few nights. She ought to get better soon.”

Willowpelt nodded, though she didn’t look entirely convinced. Lizardtail, now very close behind, shared an expression of scrutiny with her.

“Just give her time,” Fireheart whispered to them both. “She’ll be okay.”

The faces were much more doubtful, though Fireheart didn’t miss that glint of hope in their eyes. They said nothing more, just walked along their way, the unaware apprentices still talking.

Sunningrocks came up quickly, announced far in advance by the rush of water. Fireheart let himself feel that stab of grief as the thought of Silverstream came back to his mind, and it dutifully drifted away once he found something else to think on. His nose twitched at the faintest smell of fish that grew stronger as they closed in on the stretch of flatland. RiverClanners were near, it seemed.

Good thing Greystripe isn’t with us, he thought. They’d all try to kill him.

Why just him? a mean little bite of an idea snipped. They’re the ones that let Silverstream die. All Greystripe did was love her. He didn’t scare her enough to make her starve herself.

Fireheart unconsciously clenched his teeth on that snip. Don’t. It’s done.

Even with that firm rebuke, he could feel the thought tapping around in the back of his mind, muttering anger. He tried to breathe it out, didn’t succeed, and chose to file it away to consider later.

“You smell that?” he asked brightly of the other warriors. “There must be some RiverClan cats by the water.”

Lizardtail sniffed. “Then we’ll have to remind them where the border is.”

“RiverClan?” Brackenpaw’s voice popped out of the quiet of the forest. “Do I get to see them now?”

“You should, yeah,” Swiftpaw said. “You’ll think they’re funny. Big heads and short tails.”

Brackenpaw’s eyes sparkled. “I bet I’m taller than all of them already.”

Swiftpaw chortled. “You’re at least a better fighter than them.”

“Really?” Brackenpaw tilted his head. “I thought when you guys fought them, you lost.”

“That was a fluke,” Lizardtail said quickly. “They had the element of surprise and more cats.”

“We really ought to go for Sunningrocks again,” Willowpelt muttered, seemingly to herself. “That land will be useful in winter.”

Fireheart sighed, grateful that his head was now turned forward so they couldn’t see him roll his eyes. He’d been happy about the lack of comments about the stupidest quarrel in the territories for the past couple of months, but now that prey was guaranteed to run thin, he expected it would come up again. Fabulous. Exactly what he wanted on this peaceful walk.

“Don’t you sigh like that,” Willowpelt said, more warm than annoyed. “We’re going to need all the prey we can get.”

“There’s no prey on that land, Willowpelt!” Fireheart looked back at her. “It’s a bunch of dumb rocks no one sits on, who cares who owns it?”

To his relief, Willowpelt just crinkled her eyes and shook her head. Even Lizardtail seemed amused by Fireheart’s frown, rolling his own eyes more jokingly than seriously. Fireheart himself just turned forward again, curling his tail good-humoredly.

That cheery mood lasted about as long as it took for a new scent to hit Fireheart’s nose—one that he was very familiar with by this point, but stronger and more disgusting than usual.

“Anyone smell blood?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Lizardtail picked up his pace to catch up and walk by Fireheart, his nose in the air. His eyes narrowed. “I do. That’s not prey blood, that’s…”

“Cat blood,” Willowpelt finished. Her tail bristled. “Someone’s hurt.”

The apprentices fell quiet, sniffing too. In unison, the patrol broke into a run. Fireheart lost his lead to Swiftpaw and Lizardtail, choosing to hang back a bit to block Brackenpaw’s view from whatever it could be. The scent of blood, and now raw meat, strengthened enough to make the mouse in his stomach curdle.

They all skidded to a halt as they reached Sunninrocks’ border. Fireheart poked his head out of the treeline and stared at the sight before him in horror.

A crowd of RiverClan cats were clustered in a pair of groups, the larger one surrounding a large streak of bloody grass and the smaller by the water, where blood joined with the river and melted into it as it was carried downstream. The cats were blocking most of the view, but tails, legs and a familiar warm brown head could be seen, the head with its jaw nearly disconnected and the eyes faded and empty.

“Is that Oakclaw?” Fireheart said, his voice almost cracking.

At his voice, the broad heads shot up and turned the patrol’s way. Fireheart recognized the pale grey calico Pansyheart, and she in turn seemed to realize who he was and relaxed, though her face lacked any of its usual merriment.

“It’s Fireheart and a patrol,” she said dully to her Clanmates. “I’ll talk to them.”

A few cats nodded and looked back down at their deputy and the smaller cat by the water. Pansyheart walked slowly and lethargically up to the treeline, not even seeming to have the energy to twitch her tail at the intrusion.

“You all wouldn’t happen to have found evidence of any dogs in your forest, would you?” she asked when she was standing across from them.

Willowpelt had the good sense to be professional. “We’ve scented them on our border near the neutral grounds, but we haven’t spotted them ourselves, no.” She tilted her head. “What happened here?”

“Take a sniff,” Pansyheart sighed. “Once you get past the dead cats.”

Obligingly, the patrol all lifted their noses, Fireheart opening his mouth to taste the air. The stink of dog was there, just under the meat and blood.

“That’s awful,” Fireheart said softly. “I’m sorry. Who’s been killed?”

“Our deputy and his apprentice, Burdockpaw.” Pansyheart hung her head. “They were out here to mark the border. We thought… we thought, with our land being flat, we could see the dogs coming from far off. I suppose that wasn’t the case.”

“Or it didn’t matter,” Lizardtail said, and to Fireheart’s surprise (and relief) his tone was solemn and empathetic. “Dogs are faster than we think, usually.”

Willowpelt nodded and asked, “Did you see them at all? Where they could have gone?”

Pansyheart gestured limply with her tail behind her. “Across the river. We can smell them on our side.”

Hesitantly, Swiftpaw came forward. “Is everyone else alive?”

“For now, thank the stars,” Pansyheart said with no enthusiasm. “I assume you all came to mark the border. Feel free to. We’ve got this handled.” Her eyes lowered to the ground. “I suggest you all be careful, in case they swim back this way.”

Before anyone could respond to her, she turned around and dragged her feet back over to her Clanmates. They didn’t greet her as she rejoined them, instead just looking back to the bodies in silence.

Fireheart looked at the rest of the patrol and whispered, “We can put off marking, can’t we? They don’t need that right now. It’d be in poor taste.”

Willowpelt looked at Lizardtail, the two communicating silently. Lizardtail tilted his head in thought, then sighed, saying, “Fine. But if they come over here, I’m tattling on you.”

“They’re not going to,” Fireheart said firmly. “Don’t assume that of them when they’re like this. Let’s get prey and go home.”

Swiftpaw and Brackenpaw were giving him highly surprised looks as he turned away from the clearing and walked deeper into the forest, the older warriors following him and the apprentices quickly coming along.

The entire patrol was silent, but Fireheart was more quiet out of a horrible, nauseating ice in his stomach. He’d have to report this, and of course he would. That was just facts.

But how do you tell your ailing leader in a kind way that her former mate is dead?

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