#plus i refuse to shut up about it so you might as well treat yourself

[coffeenonsense]

Reasons remington adrian pendergast instantly became a favorite character

look let's just be honest here. Trevor belmont vibes. he's a sad emotionally scarred foul mouthed kindhearted vampire hunter i was kind of sunk from go

despite being raised by someone campaigning HARD for Worst Dad Ever as a living tool for vengeance he is completely and fundamentally incapable of not doing the right thing. even and almost especially if that's gonna make his life harder

You've heard of dual wielder but have you heard of quadruple wielder? Man can't even pick a single weapon truly a bicon tbfh

He also helps every person in need regardless of how they treat him. You cannot convince me this man hasn't nursed an injured bird back to health at some point in his life

Made a vampire soup

"What's the word for fucker in this language?" *accidentally calls opponent an alpaca mid-battle*

Gets adorably flustered when people show genuine interest in him dude can merc a pack of vamps in like eight seconds but tell him you like him and his brain shuts down and needs three to five business days to recover

The Trauma

Attracted his love interests nearly exclusively through negative charisma (loses to one in a fight and is horny about it/teaches the other swear words after sobbing in a garden)

[wrong-way-sir]

Your boyfriend Shuuji Hanma isn't a man of comforting words and tends to come off as cold or uncaring but when it matters most you can always count on him to calm your worries no matter how trivial the subject might seem.

Requested by: @dabisfireflower

CW: GN Y/N, Aged!Up Hanma, Possible Tokyo Revenger spoilers, Light Angst, Curse Words, a little bit of an argument, Hanma isn't good with words, Mentions of Smoking, Fluff, and little to no proofreading! ♡

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1:50 P.M.

Your eyes stared at the analog clock that hung over the TV in your apartment living room. The feeling hadn't come back to your fingers, you felt like you had pin-needles digging into your thighs, and the only feeling present was the tingling of your face. Your fingers twisted the end of your hair as anxiety ran through you while you waited for the handles of the clock to reach 2:30 P.M.

You had to leave at 2:30 P.M. to arrive at the salon at 3 o'clock. Your body refused to remove itself from the couch until then. To be honest you don't know if you would even be able to walk with how your anxiety was treating you. Why did you even make the damn appointment? You thought to yourself as you pulled on the end of your hair hard enough to ache slightly and pull you out of the spiral of thoughts.

As trivial as it sounded the thought of chopping off your hair at the salon filled you with dread. You had spent so many years growing it out but to your dismay it hadn't had been for the better. You had realized only a few days ago while trying to dye it with box dye how bad your hair's state was, all the dye, the heat, the different products had left you hair beyond repair.

Scheduling a haircut hadn't been your original idea. It had been your boyfriend's. He had thrown it out nonchalantly and the moment it left his lips your heart picked up its pace. Shuuji didn't know about this anxiety, nor would he care about it if you told him so you had done as he suggested and scheduled a haircut.

"I'm coming in, it's Shuuji."

Your head shot to the door of your apartment where Shuuji was kicking off his shoes as he fumbled with his jacket. A half smoked cigarette hung from his lips, unlit. A deep breath escaped you and your hand that had been twisting the dead ends of your hair dropped to your thighs.

"Hey Princess," Shuuji smiled as he made his way towards you on the couch. You watched as he removed unlit stick from his mouth and he leaned down to place a kiss to your forehead before he fell onto the couch next to you, "You miss me? Of course you did." He giggled as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

A smiled placed itself on your features at the soft kiss coming from your boyfriend. It had relieved a small tension you had in your shoulders as Shuuji sat next to you. You were more than happy to see him. He would help you get your mind off your hair for the next 30 minutes.

"Shuuji get your feet off the table!" You protested as you smacked his thigh. He rolled his eyes as he removed his feet and placed them back on the carpet, "Why are you here? I thought you were busy today with Kisaki and the rest?" You asked as you sunk back into your old couch as Shuuji shrugged.

"Like I give a shit about those guys," Shuuji said and you sighed, "Only guy I even remotely care for is Kisaki and even then he's a bit much. Plus he said he had someone else to fuck Toman's plans up, gave me the day off, so I thought I would come see my baby."

You shook your head in disbelief, you knew your boyfriend was involved with the gang life but you hadn't minded it all that much as long as he didn't show up with a bullet wound on your door step or in a body bag. Although you had to admit, him working for that weirdo Kisaki made you uncomfortable but for Shuuji you shook it off.

"Well, thank Kisaki for me next time. Now you can get my mind off things until I leave." You smiled and he hummed in agreement before his features turned into confusion with a head tilt.

"Eh? Where are you going, work?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, of course your boyfriend hadn't remembered about your hair appointment even when you had to repeat yourself for a week straight. Sometimes you wondered if Shuuji ever thought of anything besides his own plans.

"Shuuji, I told you so many times, I'm getting my hair cut today."

"Oh yeah, I forgot... Why do you need to get your mind off of that it's just a stupid haircut." Shuuji said as he stretched out more on your couch, his head falling back onto the back of it.

You pursed your lips into a tight line as you looked over at your boyfriend relaxing. Your eyes fell to your fingers as they picked at your cuticles from the anxiety growing again at the way Shuuji had blown off your feelings.

"It's not just a stupid haircut, Shuuji..." You mumbled and you felt his gaze turn to you, "I've grown it out for so long... I'm chopping of so much of it, I'm scared."

Your eyes looked back over to Shuuji who looked back with a unfazed expression. His eyes traveled to your hair and he gave a hum as his head fell back once again and you gave a defeated sigh.

"You need it though, you hair's all frizzy and dead.... Looks like shit anyways who cares if you chop it off?" He chuckled and you whipped your head towards him with a look of disbelief and annoyance on your face.

"I do, Shuuji!" You said almost a little too loudly. It caused him to flinch as his head shot up to connect eyes with you, a mumbled apology left your lips as you turned to the coffee table in front of you that your boyfriend had previously put his feet on. "What if short hair looks ugly on me or what if it takes too long to grow back? I'll be stuck looking like an idiot. Not to mention I've never been to the hairdresser I scheduled with and I'm also terrified you're not gonna like it so yeah, I care, okay?"

Silence fell and your eyes didn't leave your clenched fists. Worry started to set in again as you two sat next to each other. You already felt idiotic for being so nervous and the fact you had gotten so defensive with your boyfriend of your dried and damaged hair only added to the internal humiliation.

You could feel your boyfriend's gaze on the side of your face as you stared at your hands. Another apology was bubbling up in your throat but as you went to turn to him you saw his tattooed hand take yours. Shuuji rested his chin on your shoulder as he grasped your hand. His shallow breath tickled your face.

"Shuuji-"

"It's just a haircut, babe." Shuuji said softly and you sighed for the umpteenth time while letting out a panicked chuff, "You'll figure a way to look good with it no matter how short. Hey, and if it really does look that bad then I'll just shave my head that way we can both be ugly. We'll be that hot ugly couple."

A laugh replaced the bubble in your throat as you imagined your boyfriend bald. Shuuji chuckled with you as his chin continued to rest on your shoulder. The laughter grew with each image that popped into your mind and you boyfriend laughed with you because he had made you. Soon enough you were both giggling like children on your couch with the anxiety you once had gone.

A few more chuckles escaped you and you let your free hand swipe under your eye as you felt them watering. You cleared your throat and shook your head, your tangled hair falling in your face. You paused as you felt Shuuji's fingers take the hair and put it behind you ear. You turned to him to see a wide smile on his face and leaned into his hand as it cupped your face. His eyes scanned your features and he let out a sigh as he dropped his hand.

"Nah, I couldn't do that. Then I really would be the ugly one in the relationship." He laughed as he fell back to the couch and let out at grunt when your free hand collided with his side.

"Shut up, you're not ugly, you always look good." You mumbled and dropped your chin into your propped up hand.

"So do you! I don't know why you're so nervous, it's just hair it grows back but if you're really that nervous about it... I can go with you, keep your stylist in line make sure they know if they fuck up I'll be waiting for them outside."

A laugh left you once again as you shook your head fondly at your boyfriend's threat. You smiled at his offer and your felt yourself relax at the thought of Shuuji be near you during the haircut. You honestly didn't think you would be able to do it alone.

"Really, you'll go with me?" You asked as you hoped he hadn't been joking like he always did.

Shuuji gave a nod and let his eyes glance at the clock that hung over the TV. He gave a sigh and pushed himself up, yanking his hand from your in the process. You frowned at the loss of warmth and looked up just as he bent down to place a kiss to your lips.

"Alright baby, let's go, I brought my bike." Shuuji said as walked away from your sitting form and to the door to slip his jacket and boots back on.

Your eyes glanced at the clock once again to see how much time had passed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stared at the clock that was telling you it was time to leave and get this whole ordeal over with. You pushed your hair back as if you were also pushing you anxiousness to the back of your head before you turned to your boyfriend who was slipping on his gang jacket.

A smile returned to your face as you watched him. You were thankful to have him in your life for little things like this. Despite his personality and the way he spoke you knew your boyfriend cared just as much as you did. You also knew he would try to fix anything for you and make you laugh even if the threat of violence was followed. You loved him for that, you loved that he cared for you the way you did for him.

"Shuuji," You called to him and he looked over you as he finished putting on his jacket with a soft hum. "Thank you, I love you."

"Who wouldn't love me, I'm great." He gave you a devious smirk along with an arch of his eyebrow as he puffed out his jacket collar and you rolled your eyes as you reached back to grab a pillow from the couch to through it at him. To your dismay he caught it and chuckled, "Kidding, you know I love you baby. Now come on, I like it when you hold on to me while we ride."

You watched as your boyfriend jangled his motorcycle key and you shook your head with a laugh as you pushed yourself from the couch to follow him out the door.

[deidearly]

Kakashi Relationship Headcanons

Guess who’s back with another relationship headcanon today? And as usual, I had a good time writing this one even got slightly carried away, hehe. Enjoy! XX. 

Well— Hatake Kakashi, huh? Dating him would be such a roller coaster ride, tbh. It’s like, one moment he’s so clingy, fragile, so afraid of losing you— but one moment he’s like, “Just do what you need to do. I don’t really care.” This is due to the fact that he’s got a lot of things in his mind and occasionally struggled to sort out his priorities. 

Anyway, of course you’ve complained about his ‘reading-smut-in-public’ issue, especially when you’re together. You two would come up with an agreement somehow. But to piss you off, he’d pretend like you’re the one who’s obsessed with reading smuts.

You’re browsing for some important books and he playfully yelled, “Y/N! Come here, it’s your favorite book— Icha Icha Tactics! My, I know you’ve had four books, but another one won’t hurt, right? Since you love it that much!” making everyone in the bookstore giggled.

He received “Y/N Signature Punch” that day.

To your surprise, he’s not very secretive about his relationship with you. In fact, you’ve caught him frequently use you as an excuse for him to escape some unwanted occasions.

Let’s say Gai was asking Kakashi to fight him like usual— and he wasn’t having it that day. “Gai, with all respect— I would gladly accept your challenge. But can’t you feel the springtime of romance youth is blooming? I must see Y/N immediately.”

Gai’s tearing up.

Don’t worry, he actually went to your place.

“Yo. Can we hang out? I just told Gai that I would come to your place. Please say ‘yes’ to make me less of a jerk, will you?”

Would totally show up in front of your place at an ungodly hour.

At first it surprised you but now you’re used to it.

You just finished your mission, it went pretty well but you felt there were some wasted chances due to your captain’s miscalculation. It’s nearly 2 AM but you caught yourself wide awake, reviewing back your battle– only to got distracted by a knock on your bedroom’s window. Instead of turning your head in surprise, you already knew who it was. To have a little fun for yourself, you ignored the sound, which was later followed by a second knock. Walking over to the window, you saw a silver-haired man with a mask. Although half of his face was covered, it’s obvious that a smile was apparent. “Yo.” he greeted, but you replied with a sigh. “You could actually knock on the door and I’d let you in through the door. It’s something normal people would do, Kakashi.” you grumbled, opening the window for him to get in. “Ah, spare me the lecture!”

So, reverse psychology works best for Kakashi. Like the Icha Icha Tactics– the more you ignore his behavior, he would actually try not to read his book in public like you told him to. But the more you complain, he’d read it in places where he shouldn’t be reading it at all. This method works in almost every cases.

You’ve been dating for weeks, but you haven’t seen his face.

Yes, when kissing, too.

You’ve had enough of kissing fabric. 

You had planned to make a dinner together at his place. He was preparing the dishes and you’re about to finish your cooking, when he suddenly asked, “Hey, Y/N. Have you ever wondered what would I look like under this mask?” You were dying to know actually. So, now you’re stuck with two options: (a) be honest about it, (b) pull out another reverse psychological answer— and you chose the latter. “Huh? Not really,” you shrugged, “I don’t really care so it’s not like I’m eager to see it.” and of course, this was a lie. Kakashi went silent for a while. “Anyway, dinner’s re—“ you swore you could’ve dropped the whole pan when you saw an unfamiliar presence. “Kakashi?” you asked hesitantly. The man looked up with a questioning look, “Why are you blushing?” he replied casually.

“ANYONE WITH A DECENT EYESIGHT WOULD BLUSH TOO, YOU STUPID.”

He’s honestly so heavenly to look at.

Sometimes it’s just too overwhelming to see his whole face, you thought.

It’s safe to say that it’s a privilege to be able to see his face. But due to his immense charm, you’d prefer to have him with a mask on.

“Y/N, I feel naked without my mask—“ , “And I honestly feel like I’m being forced to see an illicit nudity, too. Put your mask on, it’s fine honestly.”

He’s been very good at his job for almost his whole life, a fine shinobi. So, he’s rarely exposed to mundane things, moreover a relationship. Thus, making him quite restrained in expressing himself. Plus, he was labelled with some negative titles, saying how cold-blooded he was and he just decided to live with it. This, obviously, requires a lot of patience.

But he’s determined to change, the first step he took was letting you in— into his life.

It started rocky, though.

He’d say something like how he didn’t care much about you and sadly, he really didn’t.

But as the time went by he realized how your presence has been the one that helped him through it. How you’ve always been there to comfort him, by listening to him, giving him a lot of supports, or simply by reminding him that he’s not completely alone.

And when that moment came, he’s sworn to protect you with all his might.

He had a lot of nightmares, he still does, unfortunately. But when you’re around, your presence eases him up a little.

When you’re not around, however, he’d rather spend all night unhealthily tiring himself until he fall asleep.

His personal favorite would be curling up next to you with his hand around your waist while hiding his face near the crook of your neck as he’s giving you some soft neck kisses.

Again, NECK KISSES.

He had a hard time trying to open up himself fully to you and this applies to romantic gestures, I believe. He surely would take his time to explore you, what you like, and what he likes.

Would shower you with kisses, all over your face without missing a spot. He greatly admires every inches of yourself. 

Body worship, oof.

Lowkey (semi highkey) protective.

Lowkey (semi highkey) a show-off.

Would straight up jump to save you if it’s necessary.

And since he’s a show-off, he lowkey loves PDA— but the soft ones, of course. You two would always get spotted together. He would casually sling his arm around your shoulder or lazily has his hand wrapped around your waist.

Favorite time to spend with you is training together. No matter how many times you’ve told him to “fight with an intent to win” he simply refuses— saying how, he’s “far too powerful” for you.

But deep down he just doesn’t want to hurt you…

Chatting in the middle of a training

“Tsunade-sama hasn’t assigned me any missions lately *throws kunai*” , “Maybe if you threw your kunai accurately, she will. *dodge kunai*” , “Kakashi, shut your pretty mouth up. *throws MORE kunai aggressively*”

When you turned him down while he was showing off his new tricks, though, it weirdly turned him on.

He loves someone powerful, with a right amount of cocky.

Doesn’t talk big. He’s a man of action— his action speaks louder than words!

Doesn’t spoil you that much, though. Because it’s actually him who needs to be spoiled.

Really loves it when you trace your fingers all over his skin— it’s intimately soft, he claimed.

LOVES YOUR SCENT. Has it memorized probably.

He’d prefer someone independent. Someone who could actually take care of themselves instead of relying on him completely. 

Anyone too childish would remind him of Team 7, tbh.

Speaking of Team 7, they would probably be the one to get introduced to you.

Naruto was so shocked to find out that his sensei was capable to develop a romantic feeling towards someone. But he had his doubt— do you really know Kakashi? He started to bombard you with questions to test your knowledge.

“So, do you know what’s Kakashi Sensei’s favorite—“ , “I’ve seen his face. Multiple times.” , “YOU WHAT?”

Complained and sulked about it, “Kakashi Sensei, we’ve trained together for years. How could you?!”

Sakura was confused.

“How? I know he’s probably very handsome under that mask but come on, Y/N, reading smut in public? That’s an absolute no.”

On the contrary, Sasuke was thrilled, internally.

“Yeah. Finally. Old man has someone to annoy besides us. About time.”

He has a pretty bad behavior, too. Unlike Gaara, who’d put an emotionless facade when he’s only in the Kazekage mode, Kakashi would treat you just how he feels like doing it that day. 

Let’s be real, he has so many bottled up feelings inside his heart so it’s not a surprise that someday, somehow, a random painful emotion just hit him— hard, and he shut himself out.

The hospital is the place you immediately visit right after Kakashi’s arrival after a mission because you know he’d be there— reading his book with a few bruises here and there. But this time was a bit different. When he’s hospitalized, he would whine about you not being able to stay more than an hour— but right now you’re puzzled, since he’s been completely silent and avoiding you, answering your questions with a mere shrugs.

Tsunade told you that the mission went pretty well, thanks to Kakashi for eliminating all the enemies on the field, singlehandedly. You automatically knew that it must brought up his past traumas. “Kakashi, it’s not your fault.” you decided to speak, earning a glance from Kakashi, but that’s it. “It’s a mission and you protected all of your comrades!”

“I killed them, Y/N. I didn’t have to, but I did.” he said, with his eyes still glued elsewhere. “Every time I look at my hands, I feel dirty. It reminded me of that—“, “Kakashi, look at me.”

You moved closer to his bed, reaching out your hand and traced your fingers softly on his face. His cheeks were cold, and you could clearly see how he was slightly trembling with teary eyes. “Kakashi, if you didn’t do it— it could’ve been your own comrades. Now they’re safe and sound, thanks to you.”, you paused as he slowly began to move his sight to you. “And if I could meet you way sooner, I would remind you every day that it’s never your fault— it’s never been. You’re a good person, Kakashi. I, and all of us, are forever thankful for the things you’ve done.” you whispered, now wiping a few tears that fell down to his cheeks. A weak smile started to bloom, “I’m forever thankful for you as well, Y/N.”

[mikalara-dracula]

Rainy days with their s/o

ft. Yuma and Subaru

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor.

Yuma:

Well, since he can’t garden that day, he’s quite bored and out of ideas as to what to do.

He’d be kinda grumpy about it, especially if he was planning to plant something new that day.

“Man, out of all days it has to rain today.”

“You say that every time it rains. It’s mother nature’s way of doing things. You can’t change it.”

“Tch! What does she know?!”

He’d eventually get over the fact that he can’t garden and would sit down and watch a little TV with you, however, he’s always judging everything that’s on.

For example, if a movie or show is on and he doesn’t really like it, he’ll criticize the characters he finds stupid.

“That guy’s an idiot. That’s not how you get a girl.”

“Oh, and I suppose you know?”

“How do you think I got you, little pig.” He’d grin, making you hit him playfully.

On days like this, he tends to get clingy because he has nothing else to do.

Basically, without his garden he’s lost on what to do and will constantly tease and bother you throughout the day.

For example, since it’s rainy outside, you figured you’d make yourself a nice hot chocolate since it corresponded well with the weather.

However, as you were drinking it in the kitchen, he came in and decided to bother you about what you were doing.

“What are you drinking, little pig?”

“A hot chocolate.” You’d smile.

“Oh good, maybe you’ll gain a little and it’ll go where I want it most.” He’d grin while reaching behind to clutch your ass xDD.

“Yuma! Is that all you care about?!”

“Hey, this little pig’s ass belongs to me, so I get to decide how big I want it.”

If you two are cuddling on the couch, he absolutely refuses to let you go. He literally treats you as if you’re his body pillow.

“Yuma, let me go.”

“Fight your way out of it, little pig.” He’d grin, finding your struggle funny.

Since there isn’t much to do on days like this, he might allow you to style his hair any way you want and might even do yours.

Believe it or not, he's an expert at braiding. His favorite style is a fishtail braid and he thinks it looks beautiful on you.

His talent for braiding is so versed that even his brothers might comment as to how pretty it looks on you.

"It looks so . . . nice, Y/N." Azusa would comment.

"Wow little maso-kitty, it looks great on you. Did Yuma do that?" Kou would add.

"As expected, Yuma's known for such styles. You display it well." Ruki would admit.

“Yeah, only the best for my little pig.” Yuma would smirk, a subtle boast in his tone, causing you to blush at his statement.

He likes giving you piggy back rides throughout the house, but he’ll pretend to drop you just to scare you because he’s an asshole.

With all this boredom, Yuma might even get into asking you a few dirty riddles.

"Hey little pig, what's six inches long, goes in your mouth and is more fun if it vibrates?"

"Yuma!"

"Damn, little pig, I didn't know you could be so dirty-minded. I'm just talking about a toothbrush."

"Well it certainly didn't sound that way."

"My god! How could you think such a thing?” He said, acting oh-so innocent, a smirk soon appearing on his face, showing his true colors. “Oh, I get it, you wanted it to be something else."

“What are you-,”

“C’mere, little pig.” He’d say, tackling and pinning you to a nearby couch, starting to tickle you.

"No! Stop!'' You'd squeal, Yuma still continuing to tickle you as you laughed beneath him.

At one point he might grow fed up with the rain and decide to go outside anyways.

"Y’know what, this is stupid. C'mon, little pig. We're not gonna let a little rain tell us what to do." He’d say, taking you by your wrist and dragging you behind him.

"Yuma, wai-,"

He’d continue running and drag you outside in the pouring rain, making you get soaking wet as he picks you up into his arms and spins you around, his lips melding onto yours as he’d hungrily kiss you. He’d soon pull away and put you down, a scowl on your face due to him getting you drenched in mother nature’s tears.

“Yuma! You got me all wet!”

"Damn, I tried to make this romantic and you're complaining about getting wet?"

You’d sigh, “Getting romantic doesn’t mean getting wet!”

“Oh really?” He’d smirk. “Then how come my little pig gets wet every time I-,”

“Shut up!” You’d say, hitting him playfully, causing him to laugh.

Subaru:

Doesn’t care if it’s rainy or not since he doesn’t really go out.

However, if it’s raining at night time and he wants to go in the rose garden, he might be a little irritated about it.

And since he doesn’t have any hobbies, this is a little hard on him.

Plus, since he’s a tsundere, he'll act pretty annoyed in general, even going down to being a total ass.

Compared to Yuma, he gets clingy in a different way--that is, he secretly hopes that you’ll spend time with him since he can’t go out to the garden.

If you’re busy doing your own stuff tho, he’ll attempt to get involved but will act like he’s disinterested in doing so.

But it’s not like you mind him getting involved--that is, if he’s being genuine.

For example, you were once sitting down at the table working on your homework late at night, finishing up the last thing for your assignment when he walked in and came up behind you.

He placed his head in the crook of your neck, being curious about what you were doing as his gaze traveled to the assignment you were working on.

“What are you doing?”

“Homework.” You’d answer.

“Tch! What a pain.”

“It’s not so bad, I’m almost done.”

“Why don’t you just take a break?”

“Subaru, there’s really no point since I’m close to finishing.” You’d say going back to your work, but of course, the white-haired vampire had to persist.

He lifted up his face from the crook of your neck and took notice of your exposed bra strap. A smirk grew on his face and being the tease that he is, he’d take his fingers and use them to pull on it and have smack against your skin just to annoy you and throw you off guard.

“What the hell?”

“It’s not my fault it was right there, you should hide it better next time.” He’d smirk.

If the atmosphere is quiet and he sees you’re busy but doesn’t want to bother you, he’ll just watch what you’re doing whilst you’re busy working and shuffling around doing your stuff. With watching the way your body moves and the look of concentration on your face, it builds up a lot of sexual tension as he'd stand by with his arms crossed in hopes that something intimate happens or is initiated.

Oh the things this bby car imagines xDD.

He’ll also try to get involved in other things you’d be doing as well, such as crafts.

After finishing your homework, you decided to do something a bit more productive, so you decided to go work on a painting you had been working on. You’d get pretty focused and concentrated, that is until Subaru came up behind you and decided to intervene.

“What are you up to now?”

“Painting.”

“Tch! Lame.”

He’d just continue to stand there, his figure still looming over yours. An idea soon hit you. You knew he was bored, so you decided to make painting time a little more fun.

Turning to him, you’d ask, “Hey, why don’t you help.”

“Huh?”

“Help me with the painting.”

“Do I look like Picasso to you?” He’d sarcastically remark.

“Subaru, it doesn’t matter what it looks like in the end. What matters is the fun you have when painting.”

“Tch! That’s stupid.” He’d retort.

“Alright, then. Suit yourself.”

Since he didn’t want to, you turned around and began painting again.

Deep down, Subaru secretly found your offer to be sweet since he really didn’t mind helping and wanted to spend time with you, but because he has a hard time expressing his emotions through his tough exterior, it always came off as if he didn’t care.

The white-haired vampire sighed, feeling torn between the feeling of wanting to do something memorable with you versus him getting caught doing something crafty by one of his brothers, but because you were more important, he decided to help.

“Alright, where do you want me to begin?” He’d say picking up a brush and sitting down next to you.

Taken back by his sudden decision, you’d say. “Oh, um, you can start over here.” You’d say, pointing to a blank space on the canvas. “Just paint it blue for now and then I’ll tell you what to do from there.”

He said nothing and began to do what you asked him, both of you working hard on the masterpiece.

While working, you’d occasionally sneak a few glances at him, seeing how his progress was going.

You honestly had to admit how attractive Subaru looked when he was concentrated on something, the way his eyes angled themselves as they narrowed in on the area he was working on, a few stray locks being in his face, his lips being ajar and lurid in the lighting as he continued to work.

To be honest, you definitely had to ask him to paint more often with you.

He definitely looked busy, an idea striking you again but in a more playful aspect. Since he looked so concentrated, you dipped your finger into the paint and smeared some on his cheek.

“Hey! What the hell?!”

You honestly couldn’t help but laugh, leading him to grin, “Oh, you think that’s funny? Then how about this?”

He’d be quick to dip multiple fingers in the paint and smear it all over your face. Accepting his challenge, you were quick to dip your hand in paint and smear it all over his face as payback, but this was far from over.

This ended up becoming an entire paint war, you and Subaru’s laughter echoing as you chased each other about the room and continued to smear and splatter paint on each other, both of you becoming a colored mess as the walls became vandalized in the process.

“I’m gonna get you, Y/N. You’re gonna look like a rainbow by the time this is over.” He’d grin, his hand fully loaded with paint being ready to rub it on you.

“Catch me if you can!” You’d tease sticking your tongue out, whilst running away from him.

It was all fun and games however, until Reiji came in and saw the mess, leading him to scold you two.

“What is the meaning of this?”

You both would be quick to blame it on each other as you’d talk over each other in unison, but Reiji didn’t care to hear excuses.

“Please see to it that this is cleaned up, otherwise I’ll have to discipline the two of you thoroughly.” He’d say, quickly taking his leave as you both laughed about what happened, soon cleaning it up together.

On rainy nights, he might show a bit of a soft side.

However, bear in mind that he will be quick to lean back into his tsundere side if he thinks the moment is getting too soft.

Likes to lay in his coffin with you if you both want to relax. He’ll act annoyed the entire time due to him being a tsundere, but secretly, he loves the fact that you’re next to him.

Likes to have you sit in his lap, while you’re reading, having a blanket draped over the both of you, whilst he’d rest his face in the crook of your neck. He honestly loves being so close to you, but he’d never admit it.

Here, he might take the opportunity to either place a soft kiss on your neck or bite your shoulder if he’s feeling thirsty.

He likes to cuddle and lay on top of you, but won't let you leave to do anything else because he's so clingy.

"Subaru, let me go."

"Not a chance."

When he’s not being soft, you two are bound to bicker about the stupidest things--like heights, for example, leading him to become a total mess.

"You're not taller than me, Y/N. We've been over this."

"Oh no?" You’d sass, stepping onto his coffin, being slightly taller than him now. "How about now?"

He scoffed, a grin appearing on his face as he’d playfully grab you and pin you onto a nearby wall, giving you the greediest and lustful kisses as you both kept laughing in unison.

Might let you style his hair, such as putting it up into a ponytail or style it in some other way.

You once put bows in his hair and he was so annoyed by it at first, but he eventually started to find it funny and began laughing with you, but that was all until Laito came in and took a picture of him with his new style.

“Fufu~, love the new look, Subaru. I’ve gotta say it suits you.”

“Why you!” He’d hiss, quickly running after him to make him delete the photo and beat the living crap out of him for doing that and seeing him in such a state.

On rainy nights, be prepared for a lot of fun and games because apart from paint wars, Subaru can take things to a whole new level.

Since it was raining and you couldn’t go anywhere, you decided to try out a new makeup style.

And of course, he’d have to get into your business and tell you he finds it stupid.

"Tch! Why do girls even wear that shit?!"

"Oh shut up, you boys like it. Don't lie.”

“Whatever.” He’d retort, saying nothing else.

You sighed knowing he was bored, so you asked the unthinkable once again to help him cope with not being able to go out because of the rain.

“Do you want help?”

“Help? With what?”

“With this new makeup style.”

“Tch! Seriously?”

“All you have to do is add the eyeshadow and lipstick. I’m not asking you to do anything crazy.”

Sighing and knowing it was better than doing nothing, he’d say, “Fine.”

He’d turn you to him so he could have better access to your face to apply the makeup.

“Just don't make me look like a clown.” You’d warn closing your eyes, allowing Subaru to put on the eyeshadow.

This is when he was struck with a mischievous idea, an infamous smirk twisting on his lips as he applied the makeup to your face.

And after what seemed like quite some time, he finally finished.

“Okay, it’s done.”

You’d sigh, “Finally, I can’t wait to see it. I’m sure it looks amazing.”

“You bet it does.” He’d mutter under his breath, it not being loud enough for you to hear.

Opening your eyes, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and screamed. The makeup looked so bad, maybe worse than a clown.

"Subaru!"

“Ha! What a face!” He’d scoff.

“Ass!” You’d hiss, chasing him around the room as he’d laugh.

Now because you couldn’t let him get away with what he did, as payback you decided to draw a mustache on him while he was sleeping.

When he woke up and saw his reflection in the mirror he grew shocked, and instantly knew it was you who had done it.

(Ik vampires typically can’t see their reflection in a mirror, but I’m not sure about DL here, but let’s just assume that he can considering it hasn’t been mentioned (maybe I’m wrong here??); and also because Reiji implied that some human-made vulnerabilities don’t apply to them, so this might not).

“Y/N!”

“Payback's a bitch isn't it?” You’d giggle, standing a few feet away from him.

“Now, you're gonna get it!” He’d say, chasing you around to no end, only leaving you to laugh as he kept running after you.

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

you weren’t supposed to hear that (F! reader)

A collection of instances where your roommate hears you moaning their name whilst your fingers are between your legs. Or your neighbor. Or maybe you walk in on them saying your name. Take your pick 😈

warnings: NSFW, manga spoilers (in terms of what the boys do post timeskip) words: 9.7k (oops)

a/n: wow it’s been awhile since I wrote one of these!! This has been half finished for a while and i finally got the inspiration to complete it. please enjoy!! 💖

Other parts: Kuroo | Sakusa

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

Being Ushijima’s roommate is fairly simple. He’s easy to get along with once you get past his jarring frankness and strict regime. Seriously, the guy never changes his routine; working out at 6am, breakfast at 8, leaving for practice at 9, home at 5, dinner at 7, and in bed by 9 o’clock. He’s a machine, but you don’t mind his predictability. It certainly makes your life easier being able to plan around his tried-and-true schedule.

You saw his ad for a roommate a few months ago when you were desperate to get out of your parents’ house and into the world. They weren’t too keen on the idea of you living with a man, but upon meeting Ushijima, they changed their minds quickly. Neither of them able to believe that stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi would ever lay a hand on you. Plus, the deal was far too good to pass up, he is seriously underselling the room you’re currently renting; and there’s the bonus that he’s frequently absent at away games, leaving the entire apartment for you to enjoy alone.

You learned quickly to keep your mouth shut on who exactly your roommate is, never inviting anyone over anymore in fear of them finding out from the various volleyball paraphernalia Ushijima so sparsely decorates the apartment with. It became difficult for you to tell if people you just met actually liked you, or if they just wanted a glimpse of the infamous Ushijima Wakatoshi and maybe an autograph. And don’t even get you started on his fangirls that he’s so oblivious about.

To your surprise, he was indifferent about having a roommate of the opposite sex. You thought for sure he’d try to ‘keep your honor’ or some shit like that, but all he’d asked you was what your job was to make sure you can pay rent, if you were tidy, and if you didn’t mind being alone. He’d seemed satisfied with your answers, and you’d moved in the following week.

The first and only time Ushijima has someone over, you get home from work surprised to see an interesting looking character standing in the kitchen across from him. They both look up at you, Ushijima giving you a slight nod in greeting while a wide smile spreads across his friends’ face.

“Ushiwaka! You didn’t mention your roommate is that pretty!”

Ushijima blinks as if he’s never considered that about you before, while you chuckle. “Ushi…waka?” You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone refer to him in such a casual manner before.

The red-head beams, slinging an arm around Ushijima that he surprisingly allows. “Yup, me and Wakatoshi have been friends since high school!”

Now it’s your turn to blink, never having expected Ushijima to have friends outside of volleyball. Especially not ones who call him by his first name. In fact, you don’t even know if he considers any of his teammate’s friends either. He doesn’t spend any time with them outside of volleyball (that you know of) and so far, this is the first person he’s brought to the apartment since you moved in.

“Well,” the visitor nudges Ushijima in the side, who’s expression hasn’t changed throughout this entire interaction. “Are you going to introduce me or what?”

Finally, Ushijima speaks, his deep voice rumbling through your chest as he says, “This is Tendo, we played volleyball together in high school.” He doesn’t show it, but he notices your piqued interest at that information.

“Oh?” You say, “Do you still play?”

Tendo waves his hand dismissively, “Nah, it wasn’t for me. And I’m nothing compared to golden boy over here.”

You try to hide your amusement. This is definitely not what you were expecting from one of Ushijima’s friends. Tendo is rather enjoyable and chatty, much unlike the stone of a man sitting beside him.

“Tendo is a chocolatier in Paris,” Ushijima supplies.

Now you can’t hide your surprise. “Wow! That’s really amazing. What are you doing in Japan then?”

“Just visiting,” he beams. “And of course, I had to see my best friend Wakatoshi-kun.”

“Are you going to his game tomorrow?” You ask, ignoring the way Ushijima’s attention focuses on you. He didn’t think you paid much attention to his volleyball schedule besides when he’s going to be away.

Tendo nods excitedly. “Wouldn’t miss it! You should come too!”

You open your mouth to give some excuse, but then close it again at Tendo’s expectant expression. You bite your lip nervously; in the time you’ve been living with Ushijima you’ve never once actually seen him play. There’s a part of you that avoids it, fearful you might become one of his dreaded fangirls. But you can’t refuse Tendo’s invitation, and to Ushijima’s surprise, you agree to attend.

Clapping his hands together Tendo says, “We get to sit in Ushiwaka’s special seats! Maybe I’ll bring some chocolates for us to snack on…” And when he sees your eyes light up at that, he smiles again, “Chocolate for the lady, done.”

You laugh, and then Tendo is seeing himself out, telling you he can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. And once he’s gone, you can’t help feeling like you don’t know what to with yourself now. Not with Ushijima’s stare boring into your back. After a minute he says, “You don’t have to come.”

And if this had been the first week you’d known him, you might’ve taken that a little personally. But knowing him, he thinks he’s just stating something. He doesn’t see how it can be interpreted as him not wanting you there. “No, it sounds fun! And Tendo seems nice.”

“Tendo is very kind,” he states, and you have to resist the urge to chuckle at him. Ushijima is not a man of words and if that had come out of anyone else’s mouth you would’ve thought they were little strange. But in the months of living with him, despite your limited interactions, you’ve gotten used to his mannerisms.

Looking away from him, you start retreating down the hallway to the safety of your room, but before you disappear you say one more thing. “Plus, I’ve never seen you play.” Then you’re gone, not to be seen for the rest of the night. You don’t see him watch you until you’re out of sight. If you had, you would’ve been shocked by his dumbfounded expression at how the small smile you gave him made his heart stutter for a moment.  

Ushijima has to leave much earlier than you do for the game, but he informs you that Tendo will be by to pick you up and go to the game together. Then, for the first time probably ever, he bids you goodbye and tells you he’ll see you afterwards.

Tendo comes by the apartment a few hours later, sporting an Ushijima jersey and a box of chocolates he asks to hide in your bag. For having just met him yesterday, he easily leads the conversation, asking you all sorts of things—though he seems particularly interested in your relationship with Ushijima. You try to assure him it’s nothing. Really, you aren’t even sure if you can consider Ushijima your friend. Right now, you’re pretty much strictly roommates and that’s it.

When you let it slip that you’ve never seen Ushijima play, Tendo is shocked. “Really? Not even on TV or anything?”

You shake your head. “Nope! I guess I never thought of it.” The lie slips through your teeth easily and Tendo doesn’t bat an eye at it.

Though he does grin telling you, “You’re in for a treat then! Have you ever watched volleyball at all?”

Your regretfully admit to him that no—you’ve never seen a game. You do vaguely remember the rules from high school, but they’re a bit fuzzy now. Tendo tells you not to worry and spends the rest of the train ride to the stadium filling you in on all the aspects of volleyball. And the more he talks, the more excited you get.

When you finally enter the stadium, Tendo is amusingly proud to show off your VIP tickets to be allowed entrance to the special seats reserved solely for Ushijima’s guests. To your delight, they’re some of the best seats in the house and you and Tendo get to work on the chocolates you snuck in while you wait for the game to start. Already the stadium is buzzing with excitement and you can feel your own continue to grow.

Meanwhile, Ushijima hasn’t said a word that he has visitors today. So, it comes as a complete surprise to his teammates when a chorus of cheers erupts from his seats when he enters the stadium. He doesn’t take note of how shocked his teammates are—he’s never had any spectators before. And none of them ever expected one of them to be a girl.

“So, who’re your friends?” Heiwajima asks during warm-ups, nudging Ushijima in the side and motioning his head towards you and Tendo.

“Isn’t that Tendo-san?” Kageyama notes, his own eyes up in the stands.

Without looking upwards, Ushijima replies, “It is.”

Heiwajima rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we aren’t so interested in him as we are the beauty sitting next to him.”

Now Ushijima lifts his attention, eyes drifting to you. He hasn’t told anyone on the team he has a roommate. Not because he has any reason to hide you, but there has never been a reason for him to bring you up. So, he doesn’t think much of it when he says, “That’s my roommate.” And then introduces you.

Everyone on the teams’ eyes nearly bug out of their heads at that information.

“Ushijima, you bastard!”

His brow furrows. Why is he a bastard? You’re just his roommate. And he never lied to anyone about you, nobody ever asked.

“Keeping that a secret from us this whole time!”

He ponders that. He wasn’t really trying to keep any secret. “It’s not a secret,” he says. “You never asked.”

The team guffaws at him and continues to grill him about you until Hirugami claps his hands and tells everyone to focus on the match. They’ll have plenty of time to discuss Ushijima’s secret roommate later. Again, Ushijima tries to explain it you were never a secret, but Hirugami brushes him off and tells him to start spiking warm-ups.

It isn’t hard for him to ignore you and Tendo during the game. He’s used to having nobody here for him, so he just treats it like any other day. It’s nothing special, he’ll play the way he usually does. Meanwhile, up in the stands, you can’t keep your eyes off him. You finally see why he works so hard, and maybe understand him a bit better.

He loves volleyball, you know that—but seeing him in action really drives it home. He’s a machine. Every time he serves or spikes you swear the other team’s arms are going to rip off from the force of the ball. And the sound that ricochets in the stadium when the ball connects solidly with the floor is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It’s like a clap of thunder rattling your bones and before you know it, you’re cheering loudly alongside Tendo with no qualms.

It’s exciting being here. You can feel your heart racing in your chest each time the Adlers or the other team is at a critical point, and sometimes you catch yourself holding your breath in anticipation for the outcome. You never thought watching a sport could be so thrilling.

And Ushijima is incredible. You suspected as much, but actually watching him for the first time is something else. You can’t help gobbling up the sight of him, his powerful thighs thrusting him into the air when he jumps, his biceps on display when his hand connects with the ball—and above it all, that sharp look in his eyes that sends goosebumps prickling down your spine without your permission. If Tendo notices you shamelessly ogling your roommate at all, he doesn’t comment.

He's oblivious to the fact he’s actually playing a lot more intensely than he usually does. Which some of his teammates never imagined possible. And most of them, besides the clueless ones alongside Ushijima, have a pretty good idea what’s different about this game. Though they can’t pinpoint if it’s just a result of having spectators in general, or if it’s you specifically.

The Adlers come out victorious after four hard sets, winning the first and second, but then having to snag the win in the fourth. You watch as the team gets swarmed by reporters looking for a post-game interview and Tendo tugs on your arm telling you that Ushijima is going to meet you by the locker room. You must give him a surprised look because he holds up the card dangling around his neck with a grin. “VIP, remember?” You giggle and follow him out.

In the locker room, Heiwajima and others try desperately to invite him, you, and Tendo out with them after the game. But he has to decline, you three already have plans. And he doesn’t wait around to see their disappointed expressions as he heads out of the room to look for you and Tendo. He finds the two of you nearby and once you catch sight of him, a smile splits your face in two.

“That was amazing, Ushijima! I’ve never had so much fun watching a sport before!” You gush once he’s in earshot.

“Volleyball is very fun.” He nods as the three of you head towards the exit. Ushijima purposefully avoids the spots he knows he is likely to be ambushed by reporters or fans, opting for a back exit instead that he sometimes uses when he wants to make a quiet escape.

“I had no idea being left-handed was such an advantage! Tendo told me it really throws people off apparently.”

Tendo sneaks him a smile and then throws an arm around his shoulder. “So, where is the great Ushiwaka takin’ us for dinner?”

You end up at a nice restaurant not too far away, and of course Ushijima gets recognized a couple times being this close to the stadium. He politely agrees to autographs and declines photos, seemingly unaware to the fact they’re just taking them secretly when they return to their tables. And while you’re waiting for your food to arrive, you can’t seem to stop talking about volleyball. Admitting that you’ll probably watch a few more of his games from home now and even cover your face in embarrassment when Tendo suggests you get your own Ushijima jersey to wear in support.

It’s then that Ushijima realizes he very much enjoys listening to you talk about what you thought of volleyball. Though he does feel heat creeping up his neck at the thought of you wearing one of his jerseys. All the while, Tendo is sitting beside you smirking up a storm, and Ushijima can’t for the life of him place why.

After dinner, when you’re walking a bit ahead of them and out of earshot, Tendo nudges him playfully in the side. “She’s pretty great, right?”

He looks at your back, expression unchanging. “She’s a good roommate.”

Tendo groans dramatically. “No blockhead—like, she’s pretty great, if you know what I mean.”

He blinks. “Do you want to ask her out?” Tendo can’t help slapping himself on the forehead. Who was he to think that Ushijima has any idea you are available, and he has a very high chance with you?

“Not me,” Tendo spells out slowly. “You.”

“I don’t want to ask her out.”

Tendo’s thin brows lift. “Are you sure about that?”

Tendo doesn’t miss his slight hesitation before he says, “Yes.”

And he doesn’t—you’re his roommate, and a good one. He likes having you around, but not the way Tendo seems to think.

But Tendo isn’t convinced. “Okay~,” he sing-songs before skipping up to loop his arms through yours and make you laugh about something. Ushijima thinks about that for a few minutes, why doesn’t Tendo believe him?

~

When you first moved in, it took a few weeks to get accustomed to each other. But once you figured out his schedule it became a lot easier. You know exactly when to hide in your room if you want to avoid him and when to come out once he’s gone. After going to his volleyball game, you especially try to avoid him during the times he’s walking down the hallway towards the shower, damp with sweat from a workout. Your brain can’t seem to function seeing him slick with the shine of sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead, and a towel draped around his neck—it’s too much for you, as much as you hate to admit.

But one week, you swear he’s on a warpath to make you a stuttering, flustered mess. Despite knowing the fact you’re certain Ushijima has no clue he can have that effect on people, much less do it on purpose. But every single day he’s waltzing around the apartment without a shirt on and while he doesn’t seem to see the problem with it, you don’t think your heart can take it much more.

And it’s the final straw when you see him a few days later, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin as he saunters across the apartment from his home gym towards the bathroom in the hallway. All while you’re standing dumbfounded in the kitchen trying really hard not to get caught staring at his enormous biceps or the way the shine of sweat accentuates the dips of his abdomen. It’s in this moment you can truly understand why he has so many fans despite his rather stone-like demeanor.

“You have got to put a shirt on,” you blurt when he’s halfway across, knowing this will turn into some dangerous territory if he keeps walking around the apartment half-naked.

He stops in his tracks, his head cocking the only indication he’s confused by your statement. “I don’t want to wear a sweaty shirt,” he says by way of explanation. He doesn’t seem to notice your flustered expression. “I might catch a cold.”

You resist the urge to groan and slap yourself on the forehead. “Fine, then I’m wearing whatever I want around the apartment,” you say, determined to make him realize why he can’t just walk around like that. Though knowing Ushijima, you’ll never get through that thick skull of his.

And as you suspect, he simply replies, “Alright.” Before disappearing into the hallway and the bathroom to take a shower.

You lower your forehead to rest it on the cool countertop, shaking your head at how dense he really is. And you’re beginning to realize you think it’s endearing. While his infuriatingly toned body may be a major perk, you’re starting to see that you like him too. Now you actually groan. You swore this would never happen—not with Ushijima at least. But here you are.

After that, you make a pointed effort to wear the shortest shorts you can possibly find whenever he’s around. And you purposefully pair them with an oversized shirt, so it doesn’t look like you’re wearing pants at all. But if it has any effect on Ushijima, you can’t tell. You can’t help cursing his dumb impassive expression every time you retreat to your room for the night. Seriously—is he swayed by anything ever?

However, Ushijima hardly knows what to do with himself the first time you strutted out like that. He might be dense, but he’s still only human. His eyes naturally span down the expanse of your exposed legs and he has to grip his water bottle like a vice in order to keep it from clattering into the sink when you rise to your tiptoes to grab something from the top shelf. Your shorts ride up even more, hugging the curves of your ass as you stick it out to balance yourself.

You let out a surprised sound when he appears behind you, easily picking up the thing you were vying for and handing it to you without so much as a word.

“I really need a stepstool or something, huh?” You joke, taking it from him gratefully and blissfully unaware he was just blatantly staring at your ass.

He doesn’t say anything, but the next week you find a small stepstool leaning against the cabinets for you.

~

Staring at your phone in your hands, you thank any god listening that you brought it with you. How stupid do you have to be to lock yourself out of your apartment when you’re taking the trash out? Sitting on the floor against your door, you lean your head back on it and let out an exasperated sigh. You already went down to the office for help, they called a locksmith, and they aren’t available until tonight. And by that time, Ushijima will be home from practice and you won’t need the service anyways.

You have several options here. You could call a friend and stay with them until Ushijima gets back from practice, but they all live too far to walk to, and you don’t have your wallet. You could hang out in the apartment buildings lobby until he gets home, but if your phone dies, you’re stuck with nothing to do and no way to contact anyone.

The last option is slowly beginning to seem like your only option: calling Ushijima at practice for help. Burying your face into your hands you groan—you really don’t want to do that. Plus, you doubt he’s going to answer his phone anyways. After you sit there for a few more minutes, you take a deep breath and steel your courage. Leaving a message is better than nothing.

Despite deciding to call him, you still stare at his contact for a few moments before finally pressing the ‘call’ button. It rings a few times, then unsurprisingly goes to voicemail. When it beeps for you to leave your message, you swallow your pride and say, “Hey Ushijima, I know you’re at practice, but I locked myself out of the apartment…and the locksmith can’t come until tonight. If you by any chance get a break, would you be able to let me back in? I’d really appreciate it…sorry for the inconvenience and disrupting practice!”

Then you hang up and slump against the door again. Might as well head down to the lobby to sit somewhere more comfortable than the hallway floor. You turn the brightness down on your phone to conserve battery and resist the urge to just sit in the lobby scrolling through social media to pass the time. If he by some stroke of luck calls you back, you want to make sure your phone isn’t dead.

“Hey Ushijima, your phone was ringing in the locker room while I was in the bathroom. It was your roommate~,” Heiwajima teases. Ushijima slowly looks past his shoulder back towards the locker room door—that’s odd. You’ve never called him before. “And she left a message!” He coos.

Before Heiwajima can make any more comments, Ushijima strides past him to check his phone. They’re taking a short break and he doesn’t see a problem with making sure everything is alright. You wouldn’t have called if it weren’t important. He doesn’t see the rest of the team share suggestive looks behind his back. Before you, Ushijima refused to check his phone during practice, no matter how many messages he had (which are few and far between but still).

Upon hearing your message, he calls you back immediately.

You’re shocked that he’s calling you back within a half hour of your call.

“Uh, hi,” you say upon answering the call. “Sorry for bothering you. I’m surprised you saw my message so fast.”

“Heiwajima heard my phone ringing while he was in the bathroom.”

“Lucky me,” you joke.

He gets straight to the point. “I’ll leave now.”

Your eyes widen. He’s going to leave practice right now to let you back in? “Oh—um, you don’t have to do that! I’m just waiting in the lobby; I can wait until you have a longer break or something!”

“I can come now,” he says plainly. Then he hangs up on you. You sit back in the chair you’re sitting in and huff out a breath speechless. Never once has Ushijima left practice early. And now he’s just dipping out without hesitation because you’re a major idiot? You can’t fathom it, and the little voice in the back of your head that’s been slowly falling for him is absolutely swooning at the thought.

When he enters the gym again, Heiwajima finds him immediately, while the other members of the team look curiously on as he asks, “So, what’d she want?” Immensely interested in the fact that judging from his sweatpants and jacket over his practice clothes, Ushijima looks like he’s about to leave.

“She’s locked out of the apartment,” Ushijima explains as he heads towards the door.

The team looks around at each other surprised. They don’t get another word in as Ushijima explains to the coach the situation and says he’ll be back in less than hour. Then he’s out the door and a few of them start chuckling to themselves, while the more clueless members wonder why in the world Ushijima would willingly leave.

The gym isn’t far from the apartment, so it’s not long until you see Ushijima step through the front doors and sweep his gaze across the lobby. You greet him right away and the two of you get in the elevator. The silence is unbearable for you—though you’re sure he’s completely fine with it.

When you reach the door and he lets you in, you finally say, “Thank you. You really didn’t have to leave practice though; I could have waited.”

You swear his eyes soften, but it might just be your eyes playing tricks on you. He appreciates that you are being considerate for his time, but he found he wasn’t keen on the thought of you being locked out. It didn’t sit right with him. Not when he’s only 20 minutes away. He’ll be back in under an hour, and that’s better than you just sitting out here for several hours.

He just nods his head and says, “I’ll come anytime.”

At those words, that voice inside your head becomes a pathetic puddle and it’s an effort to keep your knees underneath you.

He can’t explain the way his heart lifts at the smile you give him. Stepping backwards into the apartment, you say as you’re closing the door, “See you when you get home.”

Home.

He’s surprised how that word coming out of your mouth makes him feel.

~

Any feeling of domesticity is thrown out the window the morning you’re walking around the apartment in one of his sweatshirts he lent you a few weeks back when you were cold. He’s stops in his tracks in the hallway seeing you in the kitchen at the stove cooking breakfast, his sweatshirt too big for you covering your shorts and just brushing your bare thighs.

Without giving him the chance to quell it, against his will, his dick strains against the front of his sweatpants and he rushes out the door with barely a goodbye in hopes you don’t see it. It doesn’t even go away on the train on the way to the gym, no matter how hard he tries. His thoughts subconsciously drift to the sight of you and how soft your thighs looked. It’s shocking to him how much he liked seeing you in his clothes. It was the same sort of sensation he felt when Tendo suggested you get yourself an Ushijima jersey—only it’s a hundred times worse.

He tries to ignore it, walking into the locker room like nothing is wrong, stripping his sweatpants and jacket off and shoving them into his locker before he looks around and sees Heiwajima staring at him with raised eyebrows. Then his eyes pointedly look downwards before he lifts them to meet Ushijima’s again. “You wanna deal with that before practice?”

“It’s fine.” He’s sure it’ll go away once he starts warming up.

But then his thoughts drift to you warming up and stretching in his clothes. You bending over, his sweatshirt sliding up your chest, revealing more of your ass and thighs as you count to ten. And any sort of effort he’d put forth to settle down is destroyed as his shorts feel uncomfortably tight. What is going on with him? He hasn’t been able to stop thinking of you as of late, and it’s only been getting worse.

Heiwajima just starts laughing. “Seriously dude, nobody wants to look at that all day.” Then he motions his head in the direction of the showers.

Ushijima’s eyes widen, realizing just what he’s suggesting. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually concedes. He won’t be able to play like this. Nobody seems to care as Ushijima grabs his towel and heads off to the showers, despite feeling distraught about what he’s about to do. He’s never really been one for masturbating, so it surprises him how easy it is to let you in his sweatshirt come to mind as he wraps a hand around his cock. And he comes a lot faster than he expects too.

That’s the first time he jerks off to the thought of you. He tries to brush it off as a necessity for him in order to practice well that day, but it soon becomes a terrible habit he can’t stop. Especially when you keep doing things that make him uncomfortably hard. Like still wearing those tiny shorts around the apartment, doing yoga in the living room, showing him your Ushijima jersey you finally ordered online—seriously, never in his life did he think this would ever become a problem.

He hardly knows what do with himself at this new infatuation.

~

Recently, you’ve started going out on dates because you’re beginning to feel this strange tension between you and Ushijima, and you have no idea how to deal with it besides letting some other guy pound you into a mattress while you ashamedly picture it being Ushijima instead. One night, when you’re bidding him goodbye as you’re on your way out the door, he asks you, “Will you be home tonight?”

Your heart stutters a bit at that word. Home. And then you feel disgustingly guilty that he’s noticed you don’t usually come back after these dates. Meaning you think even he can put the dots together on what you’re doing.

But really, he’s asking because what you’re wearing is already making his pants feel tight and even though it makes him feel a little ashamed, he needs to get his frustration out somewhere that you’re out spending the night with other guys. It makes him feel incredibly jealous—an emotion he’s not used to yet.

“Probably not,” you tell him, swallowing your pride about it and shutting the door.

For the next couple of hours, he tries to resist the demon in his head telling him to go sprawl out on his bed and think about you with his hand wrapped around his cock. But even after he makes dinner, works out, and takes a cold shower; it’s still there nagging at the back of his head. And he knows it won’t go away until he’s coming into his hand with your name spilling from his lips. He resigns himself to this becoming something he does now and heads off to his bedroom to satiate himself.

Your date is terrible. He wasn’t like this when you met him at the coffee shop last week, but tonight he must be feeling extra lucky. Enough to let his cocky, asshole nature shine through and you find yourself forcibly smiling your way through dinner. It doesn’t help that all you can think about is a certain stone-faced, stoic, gentleman who’s just sitting there waiting for you at your apartment. And just the thought of letting this guy touch you tonight makes your skin crawl. So, once the dinner is over, you end the date short, blaming it on not feeling well. He looks pretty put out that he won’t be getting his dick wet tonight, but you’re not inclined to care very much.

Unsurprisingly, the apartment is dark when you return. Ushijima goes to bed promptly at 9 o’clock every night, so you weren’t expecting to find him awake. So, you’re stunned into silence when you hear sounds emitting from his room on your way to yours. It sounds like he’s…panting? Is he working out?

Your brow furrows and your curiosity gets the better of you. You know it’s wrong, and such an invasion of privacy, but you just can’t stop your fingers closing around his doorknob, turning it slowly to just get a tiny peek into his room.

Your heart comes to a jarring halt at the sight you stumble upon.

Never, in your entire life, did you think you’d catch Ushijima Wakatoshi masturbating.

It never even occurred to you that is something he might do, not really seeming the type to.

And holy shit—is it a sight.

Your mouth involuntarily dries up at his enormous hand wrapped around his equally massive cock, pumping it from base to tip as his hips work in unison with his hand. His hair is a bit damp, and fuck—his cloudy, lust-filled gaze is making heat pool in your core. Additionally, he’s completely and utterly naked. Who the hell jerks off totally naked is beyond you, but you aren’t complaining as you watch the way the muscles of his abdomen ripple with each movement of his hips and breath he takes.

You could probably stand here watching him do this forever if you’re being honest.  

That is, until your name falls from his lips.

You swear the floor drops out from under you.

At first, you think he’s caught you. But you soon realize that is very much not the case. His hips start shuddering, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his orgasm and you’re suddenly struck by the thought of: you don’t want him to finish without you.

And before you can hesitate, you open his door fully and step into his bedroom.

His reaction is nothing like you imagined from someone who just got caught masturbating by their roommate who’s name not two seconds ago escaped his mouth. Anyone else would have yanked their hand away and scrambled to cover up. But not Ushijima.

To his credit, he does cover himself, but he does so in such a calm manner, you’re shocked. Plus, you can see he clearly still has his hand around his cock beneath the blanket. The two of you just look at each other for a few moments, and after what seems like eons of silence, he opens his mouth and says, “You said you weren’t going to be home.”

Your brows raise, amused he’s chosen that as his defense. “I think I said, ‘probably not’ actually.”

His expression doesn’t change as your gaze drifts downwards towards his impressive erection that somehow has not gone away despite that he’s lying there in all his naked glory caught red-handed.

You lick your lips subconsciously. “Can I help you?”

He wasn’t expecting that. Nor was he expecting the way his dick twitched in his grasp at your words. Or how heat is spreading across his entire body at the way you’re looking at him. Is he really going to let this happen? He’s pretty embarrassed you caught him, but you don’t seem phased at all. To him, you almost look…excited.

You don’t really wait for him to respond, taking the way he eyes you up hungrily as a yes, and stepping further into the room. Tentatively, you start lifting away the blanket he covered himself with, and he seems to be in a daze as you toss it aside, baring him for you to see. Glancing up at him, you see he’s breathing heavily, his pupils blown wide as he watches you—and while he may not be able to tell you with words how he feels, his body is telling you enough.

But you still want to make sure. Settling yourself between his thighs, you set a hand on each of them and squeeze lightly to get his attention. His olive gaze rises to meet yours and you ask, “Is this okay?”

Without hesitation, he replies, “Yes.”

And if you know Ushijima at all, he means what he says.

You get yourself a bit more comfortable between his legs, chastely kissing each of his thighs, finding it immensely ego boosting at the way they tremble at your touch. You make your way to the base of his cock and lick one stripe up to the tip. He groans quietly at the sensation, realizing his hand will never be enough again.

His fists curl into the sheets beneath him as you take his head into your mouth, and you fail to suppress the quiet groan that emits from you at how heavy he sits on your tongue. Your mind immediately wandering to what he might feel like inside you—if this goes that far, that is. His eyes haven’t left you, watching you intently as you take more of him into your mouth, the weight of his heady gaze making heat pool between your legs.

Steeling your confidence, you hold his stare as you take nearly all of him into your mouth and start bobbing along his length. A barely audible hiss escapes him, the muscles in his arms straining with how hard he’s fisting the sheets. Yet, you still have his rapt attention, and it makes you want to make him feel so good he has to close his eyes and lean his head back against his pillow.

The thought of having Ushijima Wakatoshi a puddle beneath you makes your thighs clench together. An action that surprisingly doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

In a matter of minutes, you’ve made him throw all qualms out the window and you soon get your wish of seeing him let go. His eyes close, head leaning back revealing the strong column of his neck, and his hips start to move in tandem with your bobbing motions. A guttural groan escapes him when you hollow out your cheeks, and the sound rumbles through you before adding to the growing ache between your legs.

You can’t imagine he’s even close to reaching the end of his stamina, but you are certainly losing patience. So, you pop off his cock, and start making the motions to undress so you can finally fulfill your fantasy of riding him.

He startles you by lifting himself to rest on his elbows, his deep voice filling the silence, “Wait.” You pause, your dress already halfway off. He sits up and pulls you into his lap, completely unbothered by the fact your clothed core is now sitting directly atop his prominent erection. “Let me,” he says so softly you think you might combust.

His hands replace yours, and he gingerly unzips the back of your dress and starts sliding it off your shoulders, each inch of newly exposed skin met by the soft press of his lips. You have no idea if he’s ever been with anyone before, but whatever he’s doing is making your insides scramble and burn. His movements are slow and meticulous, like he’s savoring each touch are you’re positively melting in his lap.

Eventually, you have to stand up to shimmy the dress down your legs, but he sits at the edge of the bed waiting patiently before his large hands rest at your hips and pull you back into his lap. Now you’re looking down at him, so you lean down and press your lips against his.

He’s somewhere else entirely—heaven, maybe, as you kiss him. Your lips are soft, body pliant and warm against his as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips. He groans involuntarily when your fingers slide into the hair at the base of his neck, tilting his head so you can kiss him even deeper. You’re pleasantly surprised when his tongue darts out questioningly and you happily open your mouth for him.

I’m doomed, you think as his tongue sweeps in at the same time he uses his hands at your waist to grind you down onto his hips. He feels absolutely huge beneath you, and you have no idea if he will even fucking fit inside you. “Fuck…Wakatoshi,” you breathe. His fingers grip a little harder at your voice saying his name like that, but you’re too dazed to notice what it does to him. You continue, “Fuck me, please.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and for a moment you think he’s going to comply with your request. Instead, he murmurs, “Not yet.”

You almost pout, but then he’s unclasping your bra and lifting you to set you down on the bed. He doesn’t waste much time ridding you of your underwear next, and you have to resist the urge to cover yourself as he stares at you with a near predatory look in his eyes. “You’re perfect,” he says, clear as day and you feel heat course through your veins at his words.

He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world to him right now. The intensity of his wanton gaze making you squirm beneath it until he lays his body over yours, the comforting weight of him pressing against your skin as he takes your lips again. He elicits a moan from you, his fingers dancing along your sides and his tongue sweeping into your mouth, making you nothing more than a trembling mess underneath him.

His lips leave yours, but he slowly begins trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone; almost as if he’s worshipping every inch of your skin before he reaches your breasts. He takes both of them into his enormous hands, the callouses of his fingers scratching along the supple flesh, making your back arch into his touch. Pressing a chaste kiss to your sternum, he rolls your nipples between his fingers, all while keeping his steady gaze on you. And you have no idea how the simple action of him just teasing your nipples while pinning you with those olive eyes is so unbelievably erotic your head begins to feel light.

And then he takes one of them into his mouth and you about lose your goddamn mind. How the fuck does he know exactly what to do? In the time you’ve known him you’ve never once seen him be even remotely interested in anyone. But at this point, you’re well past the point of caring how he learned his way around a woman’s body.

His tongue laps at the pert bud, all while he keeps his meticulous pace on your other nipple before turning the attention of his mouth to it. Without thinking much of it, your fingers dive into his hair, curling into the strands as he continues his worshipping. Though it does pull a deep rumble of pleasure from his chest that goes straight between your legs.

“Wakatoshi,” you pant breathlessly, chest heaving, desperate for him to do something about the growing ache at the apex of your thighs.

This time, he seems to heed your words. He pops off your breast and wanders with his lips down the expanse of your stomach, his hands finding purchase at your hips as he settles himself between your thighs. Your thighs tremble in anticipation as he presses soft kisses to each of them, fingers kneading your hips and pulling you closer to his mouth.

Never in your life did you think you’d have Ushijima Wakatoshi between your legs, looking for all the world like he’s about to devour you.

He groans as he slides his tongue between your folds, drunk on how wet you already are. And despite the fact his cock is throbbing almost painfully and leaking on the sheets, he knows to take his time. If you want him to fuck you, he has to make sure you’re ready for him.

You throw your head back, fingers fisting into the sheets as a lewd moan escapes your throat that only makes him bury his face even deeper into you. His tongue finds the bundle of nerves at the apex and sweeps across it, moving in small circles that have you finding purchase in his hair to keep him there as you move your hips in unison with his tongue.

A loud gasp fills the air as one of his thick fingers enters you, the ministrations of his tongue not stopping as he slowly pumps it in and out of your core. He’s kept his attention on you this entire time, his gaze never wavering as he watches you fall apart at his mercy. And he finds he’s thoroughly pleased at how easily his finger slipped into you, enough that he tentatively prods another one at your entrance that after a moment slides in without any resistance.

It’s so satisfying that he buries his face even deeper, his tongue pressing harder against your clit as you fuck yourself on his fingers. At the sensation of his second finger, your own find purchase in his hair, babbling utter nonsense that if you were in a clearer state of mind you might be a little embarrassed about.

“Please,” you beg, desperate for his cock inside you, “fuck me Wakatoshi. I want you inside me.”

He nearly falls apart at your needy request, but he isn’t finished yet.

You continue to plead with him, until you abruptly feel the absence of his tongue and you look down to find him staring intensely at you. Your throat clams up at his smoldering gaze as he says simply, “You aren’t ready.”

Your mouth drops open as you blink in surprise. Is he joking? Are you not frantically fucking yourself on his fingers right now, desperately asking for him to be inside you? How can you possibly be anymore ‘ready’?

“What are you talking about?”

Now his eyes drop, and very quietly he murmurs, “I’ve been told I am…quite large.”

“By who?” You blurt.

All he says is, “Others.”

You decide to leave it at that, your attention traveling to his erect cock, it pulsing so hard you can almost see it and dripping from the tip. You swallow nervously trying to imagine that going inside you. Ushijima just watches you eye him, his two fingers still knuckle deep in you, which he seems to have forgotten about as he angles his head in question. “Do you want to keep going?”

Warmth blooms in your chest at his concern. “I would very much like to,” you reply, smiling innocently at him, despite the fact the position you’re in is very much the opposite of innocent.

And the answering small smile he gives you makes your stomach flutter. It’s so soft and dazzling, it nearly knocks all the breath out of you. He presses his lips to your inner thigh, smiling against your skin, and all you can do is stare in awe of him.

Then, as if remembering where is fingers still are, he drags them slowly out of you, his mouth latching on to your clit once again before sliding them easily back in. Soon, he’s got you writhing on his fingers once more, toes curling and your own fingers gripping onto his bicep you can feel flexing with each thrust of his hand.

He waits a bit longer, until his fingers are soaked with your wetness again, before tentatively prodding a third finger at your entrance. He stifles his groan against you when he finds that it slips in along with the others effortlessly. Particularly as the grip you have on his biceps tightens, nails digging into his skin and eyes flaring open at the new sensation.

“Fu—fuck,” you mewl, holding on to him for dear life as he continues his slow and methodical pace. At this point, you’re practically shoving yourself onto his fingers, wanting him to fuck you deeper and trying to match the pace at which his tongue is flicking against your clit. The sensation becomes overwhelming, your thighs starting to tremble with the effort to not come around his fingers and mouth.

“Wakatoshi, please—I’m going to—,” you try to warn him, nails digging so hard into his arms that you’re leaving small crescent indents in his skin. He doesn’t stop though, not until you’re practically sobbing, “Let me come on your cock, please.”

That seems to be his undoing. His fingers and mouth abruptly leave you, eliciting a small sound of discontent from you. But you quickly shut your mouth at the sight of him leaning over you, aligning his hips with yours, one massive hand palmed around his cock as he pushes forward.

When the head of his cock sinks into you, a strangled gasp rips from your throat at just how utterly massive he is. Instinctively, your fingers wrap around his wrist to keep him from going any deeper as you say, “Slow.”

His brow is furrowed in concentration, as if it’s taking all of his willpower to keep from snapping his hips forward and sinking to the hilt in you. “Of course,” he growls, his voice taking on a deep tone that makes your toes curl.

And inch by glorious inch, he pushes deeper into you. His forearms coming to rest on either side of your head as he takes your lips to distract you from him nearly splitting you wide open. You tug him closer, fingers tangling in his olive hair, slanting your mouth against his and slipping your tongue inside which he gladly allows.

Eventually, his hips meet yours, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, his toned chest rising and falling with the deep breaths he has to take in order to keep his sanity. The feeling of your tight walls clamping down around him is enough to make him hiss through his teeth, “Shit.”

The word alone makes heat pool in your core. Ushijima Wakatoshi never swears.

“Holy fucking shit.” You correct him. He’s seated fully inside you and you’ve never felt so full in your entire life. Your legs splayed out to either side from just how big he is, and once glance down confirms his thick thighs are shaking with the effort to be gentle.

He just shakes his head at your crass words, then pulls out slightly before ramming his hips back into yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him close to you, your chest meeting his and his head finding the crook of your neck and he begins slowly. And while you’re very much enjoying each of his careful, deep thrusts, you very much would like to be pounded into his mattress. You’re certain he can.

You wonder if he’ll dirty talk with you.

Running your fingers through his dampening hair, you whisper against his ear, “You feel so good, Wakatoshi.” He merely responds with a kiss against your neck and a small approving growl that makes you keep going. “You know what I thought about anytime I was in someone else’s bed?” He makes no indication whether or not he likes you talking to him, so you press on. “This,” you murmur, “You.”

He stops, and for a second you think you’ve gone too far. But then he rises from your neck, and you swear to god—you almost come on the spot at the carnal glint gleaming in his eyes. Like he is about to utterly and completely destroy you. Your entire body buzzes with anticipation as he finally draws his cock almost all the way out of you before driving his hips home in a way that sends you into total euphoria.

His pace becomes brutal, his hips punishing, wordlessly making you realize it was a mistake for you to ever think anyone but him should be between your legs. It was pure luck you stumbled onto something you didn’t realize—he was immensely jealous every time you came home in the morning, clearly having spent the night with someone else.

It drives him so wild that he growls against your lips, “You’re mine.”

The words are so deliciously possessive, you can’t help the way your walls tighten around him, nor how your legs wrap around his waist and start helping him with each thrust of his hips.

“Yours,” you say, lips brushing against his. His hands wander down your sides, fingers digging into your hips pulling you even closer so that there is virtually no space between your bodies. He’s resting almost his entire weight on you, and his warmth and build is so strangely erotic, the coil in your stomach winds tighter and you can feel your impending orgasm begin to climb.

He cages you in his arms, hips never relenting, seemingly chasing his own release. His quiet grunts of pleasure are going straight between your legs, and you can’t help but start exploring the expanse of his exquisitely toned chest pulling an even deeper sigh from him making you almost melt on the spot. Your hands eventually find a place to rest in the dimples of his hips, relishing the sensation of his muscles moving beneath your fingers.

He refuses to finish before you, no matter how unbelievably tight you’re pulsating around him. So, he reaches between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, pride filling his chest at how you moan lewdly; your head falling back and fingers grappling even harder onto his hips. He takes the opportunity to press kisses to your throat, shoulders, collarbone—any expanse of skin he can get his mouth on.

“Fuck—yes,” you groan, hands leaving his hips to weave their way into his hair, using your legs to push him even deeper and meeting each of his thrusts with your own. You start quivering under him, your body preparing for the onslaught of pleasure rising in your chest, threatening to snap at any moment.

You come completely undone when Ushijima commands, “Come for me.”

Something about his husky, lust filled tone; his lips making their mark all over your skin, and the harsh thrust of his hips sends you over the edge. Your body bows off the bed, and Ushijima meets you, his arms wrapping around your middle to press you against his chest as his lips latch onto your neck and he buries himself to the hilt in your wet heat.

For the second time tonight, he curses quietly, holding you to him as your walls pulse with your orgasm and he finds his own release alongside you. You hold on to his shoulders for dear life as waves of pleasure roll through you, your body spasming in his grip all while he kisses you softly. It’s tender and erotic at the same time. As you start to calm down, he claims your lips, tongue sweeping in as you push his damp hair off his forehead before cupping his cheeks.

He pulls away from you, only to set his forehead against yours, your warm breath mingling. Both of your chests are still heaving, and although it’s silent, it’s comforting as he holds you.

After a moment, you open your eyes and find his closed, his lips curved into a barely noticeable smile. It fills your heart seeing him look so…content. “Wakatoshi?” You say quietly. His eyes open and your throat closes at just how handsome he is. “I…I like you.” Your eyes close now, embarrassed at how pathetic that sounded.

“I’d hope so.”

Your eyes burst open finding him looking at you comically seriously. You know he doesn’t mean it as a joke, but you can’t help the smile that rises to your lips. He gazes at you curiously as you ask, “And? Do you like me?” As if his softening dick isn’t still inside you right now.

Though, it still makes your heart flip when he replies without hesitation, “Yes.”

“Good.” You grin. “I’d hope so.”

You kiss him again before he finally pulls out of you and without a word, he gets off the bed and disappears out into the hallway. You grimace at the mess between your legs but are pleasantly surprised when he returns with a warm towel to clean yourself up with. While you deal with the mess, he rummages around in his drawers and at first you think he’s looking for clothes for himself, until he hands you a pair of his briefs and a t-shirt.

You must eye them curiously because he sets them on the bed saying, “Sleep with me.” He doesn’t word it like a question.

Taking the clothes, you smile teasingly up at him. “I just did.”

To nobody’s surprise, he’s relatively unfazed. “Overnight,” he explains further. “In my bed.” Though the light dusting of pink coloring his cheeks as he says this makes you want to smother him with kisses all over again.

You slip on his clothes and climb beneath the sheets as your response. You watch him dress, marveling over the muscles shifting in his back and arms until he covers them and joins you in the bed. He draws you close to his side, letting you run your fingers across his cheek before settling at his chin and pulling his lips to yours. You kiss lazily until you both grow tired and you tuck your head under his chin, letting his fingers intertwine with yours and enjoying the affectionate kiss he presses to the top of your head.

He surprises you when he says into the silence, “Are we going to do that again?”

The chuckle that escapes you is by no means meant to be mean. He just fucked you better than anyone in your entire life and if you were in deep shit falling for him before this—you’re doomed now. Yet, you don’t mind in the slightest. Not when being here in his arms feels exactly where you should be.

So, you kiss his neck and reply softly, “Yes.”

You don’t see his answering smile.

~

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New Beginnings

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 6 of 13

Word Count: 1519

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

You stood in front of a mirror admiring your dress. It was a beautiful white gown, the perfect fit and cut for you. It was everything you had wanted and more thanks to Bruce insisting on Lois and Dinah going with you to make sure you treated yourself for this occasion.

You and Bruce had decided to go with a small family wedding, which is kind of ironic considering both of you were only children whose parents had passed. It was to be held in the manor's garden, a nice private little thing. You had both invited your friends, mostly the members of the League and their partners since you had never been great at the making friends thing.

As soon as Bruce spilled the beans on being Batman all the other women who were connected with heroes had swooped in and claimed you as one of their own. So now all the more extroverted women who were desperate for someone else who understood how obnoxious being in love with a superhero was had brought you, the introvert, into their group to bitch about things together. Needless to say you all had become fast friends and regularly texted in a group chat to complain about things no one else would understand and call your partners idiots for this or that.

Lois and Dinah had become your closest friends of all the women, all the other men in the league had at least a tad bit less of an ego than Oliver, Clark and Bruce did so the three of you formed a close bond. This is what had lead to you asking them to be your bridesmaids who were currently helping you with the finishing touches on your veil and flower crown. They finish up and begin chatting with you about something else when you're interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come in," You say, and it opens to reveal your pseudo father, Alfred.

"You look lovely Miss (l/n)," he says and you smile. "Are you ready?" He asks. You had asked him to walk you down the isle, since your biological father wasn't here to do it. Dinah and Lois wish you luck before hurrying to their places and leaving you to have a moment with Alfred.

You take a breath, "Yes, I'm ready," you were jittery with nervousness and excitement and you could feel your arm shaking when you hook it with Alfred's.

"Are you okay y/n?" He asks you, as he had finally begun to use your first name as you had asked him many times.

"Yes," you smile at him, "just excited to really be part of the family."

He shakes his head gently, "y/n, don't sell yourself short, you became part of this family the first time you walked in that door." With that he walks you out of the dressing room to be ready to go after your bridesmaids.

You and Bruce had asked Dick to be the ring bear and the fourteen year old had been delighted, except for the fact that he couldn't dress up as a bear. He heads out first, followed by Oliver and Dinah then Clark and Lois. It really was a small wedding, the only person you and Bruce didn't know well was the photographer.

Within a minute of you leaving the dressing room you're walking down the isle. Bruce was standing up there and when he saw you a huge grin made its way onto his face. It might be the biggest smile you've seen on his face, possibly bigger than the one he had on his face when you had said yes to him proposing. Commissioner Gordon officiates and the ceremony flies by. After you say the I do's the rest of the day is a blur. There's the dances and toasts until you and Bruce leave for your honeymoon that evening.

You and Bruce had decided to go to a cabin in the mountains, with no cell reception or WiFi, an entire week for just the two of you. The two of you spent most of the time cuddling and enjoying the fact that you could spend time together with out being needed. You had told the League members to not bother the both of you even if the world was ending, mostly joking... mostly, because you would both die happy.

Most of the cuddles happened in the morning, evening, and at night when it was cold. During the day the two of you would do stuff together. At one point you decided to climb a tree and claimed to be stuck just so he had to come rescue you, then you turned it into the two of you 'Sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G'. The two of you lived off of cheap take out food the entire week, because neither of you knew how to cook, most of your dates had been to high end restaurants in Gotham, and Alfred would never allow such food in the manor.

It was a perfect week, sex, kissing, cuddling and doing the dumbest of things together. All of the sex and kissing was just a bonus as the two of you just genuinely loved spending time together. Sure the two of you had other friends and people to spend time with but Bruce was your favorite person in the world and your best friend while you were his. You had married your best friend and that was why it worked so well because before being lovers, before even thinking of dating the two of you had been equals and respected each other.

Eventually the end of the week comes and the two of you have to head back to civilization. When you get back Dick and Alfred are waiting for you.

"Welcome back Mr. and Mrs.Wayne," Alfred says with a smile on his face that gets bigger when he calls you Mrs.Wayne.

"Mom! Dad!" Dick exclaims running to hug the two of you, and you cry. It was the first time he called you Mom, and knowing him he had probably planned it.

"Hi, baby," you say pulling him and Bruce into a hug, then you reach out for Alfred and he joins you.

Dick pulls away, "I forgot to give you your present."

"Oh, Dick, you didn't-" you stop talking when you see what he's holding out to you. It's adoption papers. You find yourself pulling him back into a hug, and crying again, silly you had thought you were done with that.

"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly, "You don't have to, I won't call you Mom if you don't want me to," he continues hurriedly.

"No I'd love to Dick, and you can call me Mom, but only if you want to," you kiss his forehead. All of those questions he had asked when you and Bruce first got engaged had fallen to the side, not mentioned again by anyone. But they obviously hadn't been forgotten, as shown now by Dick and his excitement.

"I want to call you mom, mom," he says hugging you again.

"Well, as long as you're sure," you kiss his forehead once again, "where's a pen?" You ask as you stand up straight and Dick grins at you.

A few nights after you and Bruce get back you head to the kitchen to get a snack, in the hopes of calming your nerves, because Bruce and Dick are out on patrol and you can't help but worry. They're your boys. You sneak into the kitchen and open the fridge in hopes of finding Alfred's leftover pie.

The light switches on and you turn around like a deer in the headlights, just to see Alfred standing in the doorway. "What are you doing Mrs.Wayne?" He asks, ever since you and Bruce were officially married he had refused to call you anything else.

"Worrying," you reply, turning back to the fridge, "there wouldn't happen to be any leftover pie, would there?"

"There is," Alfred says moving forward and finding it for you.

"Thank you, Alfred," you say taking the pie from him and moving to sit, not on the counter thanks to Alfred's being present. You sigh deeply, "why do I have to worry? It was so much easier not knowing."

"Was it?" Alfred asks, wise as always.

You sigh again and shove a bite of pie into your mouth as you give your father-in-law a playful glare. "I suppose it wasn't, never knowing why he wouldn't let me stay the night, but it was less stressful not having to know he's out there being Batman and that Dick is out there too."

He sets a hand on your shoulder in comfort, "it doesn't get easier-"

"Gee- thanks for making me feel better," you joke before shutting up and finishing your pie.

"Y/n, they're your loved ones, it will never be easy seeing them put themselves in danger but you knew that when you agreed to marry him. It might not be easy but it's worth it for those you love, I've found that to be true on many occasions."

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Gorgeous (pt2 of This Love)

Bucky x Elemental Witch Reader x platonic Steve

Setting is during Civil War

Read the prologue here to know about your character’s story.

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Midgardians were indeed strange. Natasha and the rest of the team did their best in making sure you would settle well with them, and so far, you were getting the hang of it. They were always amused watching you and Vision try to act what they call “normal.”  

Along with being introduced to everything was also knowing about your personal preferences. You love reading almost all kinds of books, and you found horror movies funny, especially the ones about possessions. You could almost hear the Norns that raised you snort at them. You also love exploring the numerous genres of music they have.  

Steve and you have become quite close, and his favorite pastime were telling you about his life before becoming the Captain America. His stories about a best friend he calls “Bucky” was your favorite. The man you’ve never met reminds you of your favorite men in the romance novels you’ve read – charming, handsome (you assumed), and he sounded kind. You were surprised when Steve told you about finding out that he was alive all this time after being brainwashed by Hydra. The captain still looks like he’s longing to get his friend back.  

Despite being over a century year old, the team treated you like a younger sister because of your naivety. Sam was like the bad influence brother - always teaching you about pranks.  Overall, you were settling just fine in the lifestyle you were only introduced into over a year ago.

The Norns have taught you that challenges and doom were always going to be lurking at every corner. Tony and Steve were currently in disagreement. World leaders were trying to get the team controlled and regulated. An explosion rocked in Vienna during a meeting, and some people are killed among them is the King of a place called Wakanda. Now the authorities were claiming the bomb was planted by the Winter Soldier – the man Steve has told you so much about.  

Now the team was divided, and you didn’t know where to place yourself. Your family was falling apart. You still weren’t considered a Midgardian and could easily leave Earth. You thought about reaching out to Thor, but how could you, when the same man who told you to reach him through e-mail, didn’t even have a phone? And Bruce himself was still nowhere to be found.  

Cap has assembled a team with Sam, Clint, Wanda, and an Ant guy you were yet to meet, to stop another man named Zemo. But by operating outside of authority, they all become renegades. You almost laughed when you heard that in Tony’s side was a Spider guy.  

Everyone was currently at an airport in Stuttgart, Germany. You were sitting on the roof of one of those ramps, looking over the team as Tony was still trying to negotiate with Steve. You noted the man with the metal arm standing next to him. So this must be Bucky. He was much more handsome as you imagined him to be – tall, piercing blue eyes and dark long hair. The girls you’ve met around the city would’ve gushed over him, joking about what they’d like to do with him. And you almost kicked yourself for agreeing with a conversation that hasn't even happen yet.

“You sure you want no part of this, princess?!” Tony called out to you, making everybody’s attention turn your way.

“Frankly I could’ve left, Tony.” You stated, looking over everyone, trying to take in that this may be the last time your family would be in the same room. “But I learned that Midgardians love blowing off steam. I’m just here to make sure nobody gets seriously injured.”  

“She’s not human?” you heard Steve’s friend ask him quietly. You heard him respond that it’s a long story. You shot the man a quick wink and a grin, making him cough in surprise.  

So what if you might have a little crush on the man? Technically, witches your age are still considered mentally young – almost comparable to a Midgardian in her 20s.  

A pitched battle breaks out, and as intended, you were going around making sure that nobody got gravely hurt.  

You were now running alongside Nat.  

“Is it weird that I may have a little crush on Steve’s friend?” you chimed.

“No surprise there. Is that why you refused to take sides?” She asked you, panting.

“Of course not, Nat. Plus you and Wanda are in different teams.”

“And?”

“We women should be sticking together. Leave the men acting childish.” you replied.

“Where’d you learn that?!” She was amused.

“I hang out with drunk women in club bathrooms!”  you exclaimed.  

You honestly thought Nat was intent on stopping Steve, but she took you all by surprise when she suddenly turns on Black Panther, allowing Cap and Bucky time to get in the Quinjet.

“You’re not even gonna introduce me?” you called him out.

“Not really the best time but Y/N, Bucky. Bucky, Y/N.” He hastily answered while getting in.

You and Bucky were staring at each other. He couldn’t quite decide whether to say to you. It was the first time a stranger was looking at him with glimmer in their eyes, as if she was genuinely glad to be introduced. And it was not the appropriate time.  

“I find you incredibly attractive.” You found yourself blurting out while gazing at him. You heard Nat snort behind you, and you almost laughed at how taken back Bucky looked.

“Uh... I’m too old for you.” He awkwardly replied, and you chuckled.

You were about to tell him that you’re older than he’ll ever be, but a groan from T’Challa snapped you all back.

“Alright, time to go. Nice first date, kids.” Steve called out from the pilot.

“I’ll see you again, soldier.” You gave him a genuine smile. He scratched the back of his neck and gave you a shy nod before turning back to take his seat.

“You should ask those girl friends of yours to teach Steve a thing or two with flirting.” Nat commented, giving you a sly smile.  

“Shut up, Nat. I wasn’t flirting.”

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It was no surprise when Steve sought you out to help him break the others from prison. The authorities didn’t know what to do with you, and you think it was because you never really broke any rules, you’re not from here, and they might be afraid of angering the god of thunder himself if they even touched you. So without thinking twice, you joined him.  

“So...” you thought about asking him what happened to Bucky.

“Can’t say I’m surprised that even a witch would be crushing on my best friend.” He chuckled. He was now flying you in the Quinjet to god knows where.

“I blame you, Steve. You kept talking about him.” You punched his arm gently.  

“If it helps, I think he finds you beautiful.”  

But before you could respond, your mouth went agape as the view of the forest around you suddenly became a whole other place full of beautiful infrastructures you’ve never seen before.

“Welcome to Wakanda, Y/N.” Steve told you when he noticed you’ve gone quiet.  

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Steve and you were welcomed by T’Challa and the princess named Shuri, and they escorted you both to what seemed to be a lab. Shuri was funny and you both hit it off immediately.  

Stopping just outside a bar, Shuri turned to you. “I’m hoping to see more of you, Y/N. Your boyfriend awaits you.” She snickered and left before you could say anything. Steve gave you a sheepish look and told you that when they were asking who he was bringing in for security purposes, he might have told them that you have a crush on their patient.  

Going in, you decided to stop by the doorway to assess everything.

“You sure about this?” You heard Steve asked someone, making you snap at their direction.  

Sitting on a small bed was Bucky. His metal arm was gone, and he was wearing a white top and pants.

“I can’t trust my own mind.” he replied, and turned to where you were standing, giving you a polite smile. “So until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back on there is the best thing for everybody.”

Steve nodded in understanding, and turned to you. “Are you just gonna stand there?” He asked you with a teasing smile.

“That depends if you only brought me here so you could properly embarrass me.” You replied, biting your cheek from smiling. He started walking back towards you with a small smile. Standing face to face, he started speaking a bit more quietly.  

“Well, yes.” He answered and you shook your head at him, chuckling. “But I also wanted to ask you something.”  

“Anything, Steve.” you nodded at him.

“Will... Will you uh- come back here if Shuri calls you that they’re finally waking him up? I’m just going to lay low for a bit, and I don’t know if I’d be still on the run when that happens.” he looked almost embarrassed to even ask you the favor, but before he could start rambling, you surprised him with a hug.  

“You’ve taught me so much, Steve. Of course, I’ll look after your hot friend.” you chuckled to mask that your eyes were brimming with tears. You were going to miss him.

Breaking off from the embrace, Steve cupped your face and wiped a stray tear on your cheek. “Don’t scare him off, okay. I don’t think he’d be able to handle how much bolder women are these days.” you rolled your eyes at him but proceeded to give him a small nod.  

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The lab was now preparing to put Bucky into a cryogenic sleep. When Steve left that morning, all he told him was that he was going to meet with a friend who might want to check out Wakanda. He didn’t expect that Steve meant you.  

When he first saw you at the airport, he was taken back to how beautiful you were. He’s seen attractive people around when he was trying to live like a civilian, but there was just something refreshing about you. As soon as it was implied that you weren’t actually from earth and that you were a witch, he settled with that explanation. Maybe being beautiful came with your power.

But then you unexpectedly winked at him and even said you find him attractive so unapologetically. He tried to be sly about asking Steve about you but it was obvious that he caught on and was beaming at him like crazy. He told him about you, how you were raised by Norns, that Thor took back with him to earth, and that you’ve spent the year knowing how to be like the humans.  

“She’s adapted to the world today better than I have, Buck.” Steve smiled at the thought of you. “I think she’d be the perfect teacher for you in the future.”  

He was watching as Steve talked to you by the doorway and when you hugged him and started crying. After Steve comforted you, you turned to look at him again, now a cheeky smile was on your face as you walked towards him.  

“I don’t think we’ve formally met. I’m Y/N.” You offered your hand for him to take.

“I’m James. Or you can call me whatever you’re comfortable with.” Your hand was soft and warm against his.

Steve heard what Bucky told you and flushed pink when he had an inkling to what you were going to respond to that. He could almost see you smirking.

“How about da-”

“Y/N NO.” Steve cut you off, fighting laugh. Bucky looked between the two of you, confused and intrigued at the same time.  

“Steve, I called you that one time.”  

“Those civilian friends of yours really should have more manners.” He shook his head at the memory of you calling him ‘daddy’ one morning after your friends told you to do so.

Turning back to the confused man before you, you gave him a full-blown smile. “I’ll call you by your name, Bucky.”  

“Are you going with Steve?” He asked you.

“Nope. I still might be here once you wake up.”

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[wildingrose]

intrigued police

dark alley help part 6

part 5: diamond in the rough | part 7: refusal

word count: 1.9k

》 mild violence, riding

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You texted Raymond that you were waiting in the lobby of his hotel.

"Y/N?"

You spun around and found the man that you dreaded to see and were ready to run out the door if it weren't for Taeyong beside you, holding your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey Raymond," you greeted without much interest.

He glanced over to the man beside you. "Who's he?" he asked, almost snarling in disgust for someone other than him to be holding your hand.

"This is Taeyong. He’s going to take your place soon. Wait, what am I saying? He already did!"

Raymond didn't see that coming and was utterly shocked. "What?"

Meanwhile, Taeyong was amused by the way you introduced him to your... former future prospect.

"Okay then, Taeyoung-"

"It's Tae-YONG," you corrected with a glare.

He disregarded it and continued. "What do you do?"

Taeyong had been warned of this and kept his mouth shut. Instead, you spoke up. "That's none of your business."

"Yes, it is. Clearly, you're replacing me with him, so I need to know what he has that I don't."

You scoffed. "Something really big."

Raymond gaped. "You slept with him?"

Taeyong's eyes widened from the directness, yet you coolly retorted back with, "I meant heart but sure. We can consider that too even though I haven't seen yours."

Raymond laughed, almost sinister. "I thought I was the one doing you a favour to let you take the spot that other girls would die to have. Your mother really..." he muttered the last part real quiet, and something snapped in you with rage.

"I dare you to say that thing about my mom."

He rolled his eyes. "Your mom is the desperate one to have you married off to me. And look at you, next to another guy while standing in front of the one you're supposed to be with. Both mom and daughter are such..." he trailed of shaking his head in disgust.

Your blood boiled, knowing exactly what he was going to say but didn't want the filthy words to taint his mouth. You'd bear with it if it was only you, but if your mother was getting dragged into this, you weren't going to stand it.

"You fucking asshole! Don't you fucking say that about my mom!" you shouted.

He didn't listen to you, liking that he got you triggered and added, "There's that term. What's it called? Ah yes! Motherfucker. I can just imagine your mom-"

You didn't let him finish. In a blink of an eye, you slapped him hard. His head snapped to the side, fingers coming up to touch the stinging cheek. His eyes locked on you in shock as you fumed furiously.

Raymond clenched his teeth with seething anger. "I let it go when you called me an asshole, but this? You're such a slut- no, whore. Go have fun with your new-"

A yelp of pain came out of his mouth when Taeyong had enough of the shit he was witnessing, especially when Raymond called you names. Names that he couldn't fathom you being labeled as. You were an angel, his doll that did nothing wrong.

How dare he had the nerve to? Taeyong thought.

He couldn't stop himself from getting involved when you had strictly warned him from doing so. And so he yanked Raymond by the hair, hard, bending him backward till his arms were flaying around for something to grip onto. "Let me go, dude!"

Taeyong did, letting him go immediately and caused Raymond to fall to the ground. Humiliation burned throughout his body and he got to his feet right away to make an attack. But Taeyong's fists were ready to leave a nasty mark on his face. Taeyong swung it hard right in the center, making Raymond's head bumped backward and he screamed in pain as he clutched onto his nose.

Your hands covered your mouth in shock and fear. It wasn't because Taeyong had butted in for you and hit the jerk.

But for what Raymond was going to do next.

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The constable on duty strolled in unhurriedly. "Kids these days always get into fights," he muttered under his breath. He sat down at his desk and finally looked up to the three people sitting across with you in the middle. Taeyong crossed his arms and was looking elsewhere while Raymond hissed, holding onto his broken nose.

The officer gasped. "Taeyong?"

Taeyong met his surprised eyes and mirrored it.

You frowned and asked, "You know Taeyong?"

He nodded. "I sometimes help out with the construction crew to manage the traffic so he's a familiar face. It's nice to see you, boy. But I wasn't expecting it to be like this."

Your heartrate picked up and warily glanced at Raymond. He looked like he was too much in pain to pick up on Taeyong's identity.

"Who are you two? Are you together?" The officer inquired when shifting his eyes onto you and the asshole.  

You rolled your eyes. "No, thankfully. I'm with Taeyong. He was only defending me after this..." You sent Raymond a scowl. "...one attacked me. So please don't arrest Taeyong. If anything, it's him," you said, pointing to the injured one.

A smile tugged at Taeyong's lips, seeing you defend him. The officer raised his eyebrows, intrigued that Taeyong had a girl on his side and stood up for you.

Raymond snapped out of his pain and spoke up. "She's lying! I didn't even touch her! Plus, I'm the one needing medical attention!"

"Shut up! Just take the blame and end this. You have the money anyway for treatment," you argued.

"Have you always been this rude?"

"Now that I have an excuse to get you out of my life, yes."

Raymond huffed in annoyance. "I can do anything for you, buy you anything that you want, and this is how you treat me?"

Taeyong stiffened upon hearing the words. He couldn't do that for you. He couldn't buy you anything that you'd ask for. He didn't have the kind of money Raymond did.

Though that didn't affect you and replied, "Then, why don't you go get yourself a sugar baby?"

The officer stifled back a laugh as Taeyong was stunned by your response, touching his heart. He butted in once again and muttered, "While I might not have all the money, I definitely have the strength to snap your neck easily."

Raymond gasped loudly and shouted, "Arrest him, officer! He's threatening me right in front of you!"

The officer tutted calmly. "Nah, I would never on Taeyong."

"What? You're abusing your power to save someone you know? I'll get you fired!" All his yelling was hurting your head and you rubbed your temple in circles.

The officer clasped his hands on the table. "No, I'm not. I know that no matter how strong Taeyong is, he would never use violence under any circumstance, even if a fight breaks out onsite. Him using it on you shows that you were being extremely rude to this young lady and he had to intervene. This is my reasoning for not arresting him. You all are dismissed."

Stepping out of the station, Raymond started laughing hysterically. Your hands wrapped around Taeyong's bicep and gave him a silent signal to not say a word, to which he nodded.

Raymond pulled his phone out and began typing something on the phone. "Your mom is going to be so shocked to hear that her future son-in-law is a laborer."

Your heart got caught in your throat. So he did hear it. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I texted her. Think of it as payback for what he did," he sent you a wink. "May you have all the bad luck trying to get her permission, Taeyoung." With that, he walked to his car and drove away.

Taeyong felt your hands squeeze on his arm. You did your best to stay composed, reminding yourself of the plan that you had in mind. If that went well, then there was nothing else to worry about. Even if your mother knew about Taeyong's work.

"Y/N?" he called for you softly, placing a hand over yours.

The touch brought you to meet his worried gaze and gave your best 'don't worry' smile. "It'll be okay."

He let out a long sigh. "This happened cause of me. Sorry," he mumbled.

Your shook your head. "She would have found out eventually." Your phone began ringing and learned that it was from none other than the one you'd expect. You ignored it and said, "Let's go home."

Taeyong hummed. "I'll drop you off and come later."

Chuckling, you clarified, "I mean our home."

Taeyong's heart stopped beating before going completely erratic. Our home, he thought. He absolutely adored that.

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You watched him quietly close the door behind him and take off his shoes. Taeyong hadn't uttered a single word on the way back to his place, making you worried when he refused to make eye contact with you. "Tae?" He finally did, meeting your concerned look. "What's wrong?"

He shifted his gaze to the floor and still kept quiet.

You huffed and mischievously narrowed your eyes on him, "Where's the confident stranger I asked help for the first time?"

That brought a very subtle tug at his lips. Success!

You cupped his face and lifted it, making him meet your eyes again. "Seeing you like this makes me sad," you said with a pout which made him chuckle softly. "Remember our deal in the car?"

That seemed to excite him as his eyes darkened rapidly. He licked his lips with half lidded eyes and asked, "Really?"

You nodded with a tender smile, glad to see him back to the version of Taeyong you were used to.

With quick feet, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and sat comfortably on the sheets, pulling you to sit on top of his lap. A loud gasp left your mouth when he flushed his face against the skin above your covered breasts, his hot breath fanning over your chest and your shoulders shook as a shiver crawled up your spine. You were confused with what he wanted in this position until he started grinding up into you, going slow and steady until his pants grew super tight and your core began to throb. You mirrored his action, grinding down onto the hard tent and a beautiful moan fell from his lips.

Taeyong's hands came to your hips and lifted you off briefly, enough to unbutton his pants and pull out his dick. He shoved your panties aside and slowly pushed in while you helped simultaneously by sinking down.

"Fuck, doll, so pretty." His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on the feeling of being enveloped by your paradise.

You set a pace, steadying yourself with hands on his shoulder as you bounced on his cock. He rolled his hips up to meet you perfectly and you cried out quietly at how heavenly he felt deep in your womanhood. You mewled when he tugged one strap of your dress over your shoulder, letting it fall and expose your breast to the air. His mouth attached to suck on your nipple, your hands coming around to hold his head close to your chest.  

When he got close, his pace slowed before stopping altogether and came hard into you, your pace not slowing to draw out his release and shortly after, you came.

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[ghostofstudentspast]

I didn’t plan it

Remus x Reader

Hey guys! This is my first ‘angsty’ piece on here and I was all up in my feels about it so I hope you enjoy 😭💕

You were perched on the edge of the bathtub in your small flat. The flat you shared with your boyfriend Remus. After Lilly and James’ deaths he hadn’t been the same, he was flighty, quick to shut people out and had more trouble controlling his monthly problem.

It had been a long year since that fateful day when the love of your life had lost his best friends. All of his best friends. The only thing he had left was you now. He worked odd jobs tirelessly and so did you, keeping busy and keeping distracted from the pain. He’d wake up in a cold sweat most nights and you’d be there to run a hand through his hair and rub his back until his breathing calmed down and he could fall asleep again.

Back in your school days you had always helped the boys with Remus after a bad change. You had potions and ointments and plenty of chocolate to help him recover from his furry little problem. He would wake up in your dorm room with your head on his heart and somehow things wouldn’t seem so bad anymore.

These days he took on his transformations alone and it took a toll on him. New scars littered his body, often hiding them from you with bulky sweaters. You tried to talk to him, to let him help you like you used to but he had shut out the world.

So here you sat, on the cold rim of the bathtub, staring at the pregnancy test in your hand with tears steaming down your face. It was the third one you’d taken, all with the same little plus sign staring back at you. You loved Remus and you knew you would love this child but you couldn’t tell him. He was fragile enough as it is and you couldn’t add to that with the idea of a baby.

You quickly stuffed the positive test at the bottom of the bin and covered it with some tissues. You looked at yourself in the mirror and bit your lip to stop more tears from escaping. Splashing some water in your face, you collected yourself and got ready to face the day.

You quietly made your way to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast and get ready to go to work. You had been posted in saint Mungo’s as a healer for the past two years now and you needed to be alert for your job.

“Mornin’ Y/N,” Remus appeared at your side and kissed your cheek softly. He was aware of how down he’d been lately and how much of a toll it was taking on you. But he just couldn’t burden you with his anxieties and his pain after a full moon anymore. You had your own pain to deal with and your job was exhausting, he saw it in the bags under your eyes and the way you held yourself these days.

“Morning,” your voice was quiet, less cheerful than usual. Regardless of the situation you were always the sunny one between the two of you. Chipper and warm because you knew that Remus needed a little happiness in his life. “breakfast is on the counter, I have to go.” you muttered and grabbed your bag off the floor and made to step into the fireplace.

“Hey, are you okay?” you felt Remus grip your wrist lightly, tugging you back towards him gently. You turned to face him and refused to meet his gaze. Your eyes were red, your face blotchy, you’d clearly been crying.

“I’m fine Rem, just late,” you kissed his cheek and quickly darted into the floo. With a “Saint Mungos” you disappeared.

Remus felt nauseous, he pushed his eggs around his plate with a frown on his face. We’re you mad at him? Did something happen to you? Why wouldn’t you talk to him? He paced around the kitchen and waved his wand to clean up the dirty dishes. He suddenly became uncomfortably aware of how much he’d been holding back from you lately. How your frequent hugs had turned into hesitant touches. Your loving rambles had become quiet good nights. His hands rubbed his eyes as he realized how he’d shut you out over the past few months.

So caught up in his own grief he hadn’t even realized what he’d been doing to you in the process. Yet you’d stayed by his side. He didn’t understand why. And now he was convinced he was about to lose you.

“Shit,” he swore and slid down the wall to sit on the cold kitchen floor. Tears in his eyes he though about how he’d give anything to ask James for advice right about now. A hug from Lilly. A slap on the back and a snarky comment from Sirius. They weren’t there anymore, he couldn’t change that. But you were still with him, he could still fix that.

Stepping out of the fireplace into your flat you let out a soft sigh and brushed the dust from your work robes. It had been a long day, filled with some of the most draining magic you could perform. On top of that, you still hadn’t had time to process this morning. To your surprise you were greeted by Remus in your small kitchen, food laid out and ready on the table, candles lit and floating around the room. He was holding out a bouquet of flowers to you with a guilty look on his face.

“Remus?” you asked hesitantly as he stepped forward and laid the flowers on the table.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, you could see the tears brimming in his eyes as he ran a hand through his sandy hair in frustration, “I didn’t know, I didn’t realize I was shutting you out. I-I’ve been selfish and I didn’t think you’d want to deal with my problems on top of work and your own grief. I’ve been an idiot and I don’t deserve you. Y/N these last few months have been the worst of my life and you’ve done nothing but be a bright light in the darkness and I took that for granted.” He stepped closer again and gently took your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. His touches were hesitant, unsure if you would pull away.

“Rem all I wanted was to be there for you. I just wanted to hold your hand and make you tea and hug you when you’re sad. I wanted you to share the burden because it’s both our burdens. The boys were your family and I can’t replace that but I want to support you,” You hiccuped as tears streamed down your face, “you’re right, you were an idiot, but you’re my idiot and I just wanted you to see me.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he choked out and wrapped you up in his arms stroking your hair gently. “I’m sorry baby, I promise I’ll try harder. I’ll share my thoughts with you, I’ll hold you when you’re down, I’ll take care of you this time. You are my family.” at the word baby you lost it again and pulled back shaking your head.

“Rem-“ you whispered through your tears and his heart dropped through the floor. You refused to look him in the eye and couldn’t get out any more words.

“Please, give me another chance,” he begged softly, holding your face in his hands.

“Remus...” you took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes glazed over as he stared at you in shock, mouth slightly open. You pressed your nails into the palm of your hands, waiting for his reaction as he took his time to process the words that had left your mouth.

“I-it’s mine right?” he asked with wide eyes as his eyes flicked between your belly and your face.

“Yes it’s yours!” you let out and exasperated cry. Your hands wiped your hot tears away as you looked up at the ceiling begging the tears to stop.

“Our baby,” he whispered and engulfed you in a hug again, “our baby!” he cheered as he picked you up and spun you around. You couldn’t help but let out a relieved laugh as you started crying again, happy tears this time.

“You’re not mad?” you asked softly as he put you down again, pulling the both of you onto the soft couch in the living room. He perched you on his lap, gently rubbing your back as you looked at him, concern evident on your features.

“Why would I be mad darling?” he smiled up at you, “I love you.”

“I know but I thought maybe you wouldn’t want...” you trailed off chewing on your lip. A frown seemed permanently etched onto your face, “I thought maybe you didn’t want kids,“ you said softly.

“I’ll admit I didn’t plan on having kids, definitely not so soon. But I look at you and think, if our baby is anything like it’s mother I would be over the moon.” he reassured you, admiring how even when you were worried, sniffling and teary eyed, you were still the most beautiful person he knew, inside and out.

“And what if our baby is like you Rem? What then?” you voiced the unspoken question in both of your minds.

“I will love him or her all the same Y/N, it will just be a little extra work.” he kissed your shoulder and buried his face in your neck, “I know I haven’t been handling the moon too well since...since everything but I know I can be better. I have my potions and I have you...if you still want me.” he looked up at you tentatively.

“Of course I do, you silly man,” you shook your head with a smile and leaned down to press your lips to his. The kiss was sweet, pouring all of your love into it. A hand on each cheek, he held you as if he was afraid you might slip away.

“We’re in it together from now on I promise.” He said once you broke apart.

“You better keep that promise Mr. Lupin.” you smiled and curled up against him, listening to his heart beat.

And keep his promise he did, with the help of his wolfsbane potion the transformations were easier. With you by his side stroking his fur it wasn’t so bad at all. And when things got out of hand you were always there to feed him chocolate the day after, apply ointments and supply him with plenty of cuddles. When you were down or had a bad day at work Remus was there with a home cooked meal or a back rub or a gentle stream of whispered reassurances.

It wasn’t easy, you still had bad days but you communicated and let each other in. Around the moon Remus would get very protective of you and your now protruding belly. He’d refuse to let you do any house work, bring you treats in bed and pepper your tummy with kisses. He’d often talk to the baby in the mornings, singing his favourite songs under his breath.

When your baby boy was born you cried because he looked exactly like his father. Remus cried because he smiled exactly the way you did. You were happy, undoubtedly so. And Remus told stories about his time at Hogwarts and how his friends would have adored your little boy. Little James Lupin would never doubt that he was loved equally by his parents.

[icasttourniquet]

Common Misconceptions: Raising the Dead (CPR)

Let's start with the bad news: basically all the CPR you've seen in movies and TV shows is performed terribly.

Here's the good news: most CPR is performed on dead patients, which means even bad CPR is better than nothing.

What is CPR?

CPR stands for (googles hurriedly) Cardio-Pumonary Resuscitation. It has two parts: 1) chest compressions and 2) rescue breaths. Here's a video in case you're still confused, but most people have seen CPR performed a ton of times during the climaxes of medical shows. It comes right before either a) the nurse yells "Clear!" and the patient comes back to life or b) the EMT says "I'm not losing you" and injects the patient with adrenaline right to the heart, and then they come back to life.

Raising the Dead

CPR is generally performed on dead patients. That is, patients without a pulse. In the first responder business, the situation doesn't really get worse than dead, so it provides a unique opportunity for authors because you can't really get it wrong.

Here are some questions I've heard people ask while learning CPR:

Should I perform CPR on pulse-less patients who have chest wounds?

Can I continue performing CPR if I break a rib?

Should I perform CPR on pregnant people?

What if I can't give rescue breaths? Should I still give CPR?

My patient has a lot of broken limbs. Should I fix those before performing CPR?

My patient was electrocuted. Should I give CPR?

Here's the trick to answering all your CPR questions. Is my character dead (no pulse)? Does performing CPR put a) the first responder, b) another patient, or c) a bystander in danger?

If you can answer (yes) (no, no, no), congratulations! Your first responder can perform CPR, even really crappy CPR, even CPR that is ineffective, for as long as the plot requires (ModN's WFR instructor tells the story of a 6-hour CPR session on a dead patient during a journey to care that included a toboggan ride).

(NOTE: there's actually one solid contraindication: if the patient is severely hypothermic, their heart rate may be so slow and weak as to be undetectable. In this case (and pretty much only this case) chest compressions may actually do more harm than good. Other than that, obvious signs of death like decapitation or rigor mortis indicate you don't need to start resuscitation, but there are still plenty of compelling interpersonal reasons to do it – at that point you're doing CPR for the responder and survivors rather than the patient.)

Otherwise, your character should go for it!

The bad news about CPR

Time for the bad news (other than you having a dead character on your hands). In general,* CPR is not enough to bring someone back. Its role is to continue circulating oxygenated blood while you wait for a defibrillator like an AED to arrive. The AED or manual defibrillator is what actually convinces the heart to stop fluttering/beating erratically, and allows it to resume something like a normal rhythm. That means that in the wilderness, CPR is almost never going to work. That said, ModN's WFR instructors had a couple tales of AEDs falling from the sky (via helicopter, not under their own power), so it's worth trying regardless.

* The exception: lightning-struck patients can at times restart regular rhythms with just chest compressions. This leads to interesting triage considerations when dealing with the aftermath of lightning, but that's a subject for another post.

How to perform non-crappy CPR

There are a million videos on YouTube that can talk you through every sort of CPR. Keeping in mind, of course, that some CPR is better than nothing on a pulseless patient, here are some quick tips that could indicate your character has some training:

Your character distinguishes between adult and pediatric CPR. Because children don't tend to get heart attacks, pulse-less children almost always have a trauma or respiratory cause. This means responders give children more rescue breaths.

Your character keeps their elbows locked. Here's a playlist of some examples of bad CPR (and some are really quite bad). Actors generally can't lock their elbows because they'd risk injuring or even killing their scene partner (so, okay, fine, that's a decent excuse), but people with real training will know better.

They do not always give rescue breaths. Any CPR is better than no CPR. Rescue breaths can put the first responder at risk because they can involve lip-to-lip contact, assuming no PPE is available. I once had a paramedic say bluntly that he really only gives breaths to children—it's just not worth the risk to him for anyone else. If this sounds callous, remember, CPR is (almost) only performed on dead patients, and the number one priority in any disaster is yourself.

(ModN edit: in a professional setting your character will always have some sort of PPE for rescue breaths: a face shield at the minimum, or in the front country a full-blown bag valve mask (BVM) that allows them to use their hands to get air into the patient.)

Your character does a blood sweep before staring CPR in a trauma injury. You may have heard the rule no pulse = chest compressions immediately. This is almost always true, especially in the frontcountry, when most pulse-less patients you encounter will have had a heart attack. However, in the wilderness, we can run into a bad situation: chest compressions that pump all my patient's blood out the gushing wound in their side.

Maybe you're thinking, hey! I thought you said my character could always do CPR on a dead patient and they'd be fine! And yes, I did say that—thank you for listening. If your character performs CPR on a patient with no pulse and arterial wound, they have not killed their patient. This is because the patient was already dead. They have not "sped up" the bleeding out process because this patient has basically already bled out. So, I'm not blaming your character for anything.

That said, the pro-est of pros will do a blood sweep after finding no pulse and stuff/apply direct pressure/tourniquet as necessary. As an added note, your character with no pulse and the arterial bleed? Probably not going to survive.

This leads me to...

Writing more realistic necromancy

If your character's CPR is successful, your character has just raised the dead. Thinking about it this way can help you write more realistic resuscitation scenes. Here's the number one thing that will make all your CPR more realistic:

Your dead patient does not go from dead to walking and talking in a few seconds.

When the body has no pulse for a while, it gets unhappy. This is because all its internal organs are dying and also because it is dead. CPR replicates the pumping of a heart, but not particularly well. Most people whose organs are all dying don't get that shot of adrenaline to the heart (this is not part of any WFR or EMT protocol but whatever) and then go back to swashbuckling adventure after a quick sip of water.

In fact, in real life, checking the pulse of your patient is an important part of performing CPR because sometimes they come back to life and you don't notice.

So how might you accurately describe someone who's just come back from the dead via CPR (possibly plus defibrillation)? May I recommend some of the following words (no need to cite me—just plop 'em in your writing):

Unconscious

Unmoving

Pale

Clammy

Weak pulse

Non-responsive to pain

Not dead!!!

An added point: absolutely no one whose heart stopped is now "okay" because their heart restarted. They are "not dead" because their heart restarted. Admitedly, not dead is pretty good in the first response business, but they need to see a doctor. As soon as possible. This is because something caused the heart to stop and CPR did not treat that underlying cause. Many people who come back from the dead die again soon after, and could come back and die multiple times before picking a state more permanantly.

Wilderness-Specific CPR

In the wilderness, we have get one (1) special CPR-related ability and that is the ability to stop.

In the US, there's a thing called patient abandonment that can get folks in trouble. Basically, if you start treating a patient, you need to keep treating them until 1) they are dead, 2) they are conscious enough to refuse further treatment and do so, or 3) someone else with an equivalent or higher level of training is treating them (ModN: as a W-EMT this is tricky – it's hard to find people more qualified in the wilderness to hand a patient off to!).

Because WFRs and EMTs cannot declare patients dead, and a dead or unconscious patient cannot refuse treatment, that means you are treating them until someone else is treating them. (As a side note, my first first-aid instructor told the story of performing CPR for 30 minutes in an ambulance on a patient missing part of his brain [this is bad] because the police officer at the scene didn't want to declare him dead on the highway, which would mean shutting down the road for a few hours).

CPR is unique, however, because it's performed on dead patients. The law doesn't want a poor WFR to be stuck in an endless CPR loop because they can't abandon their patient, so in the wilderness only, your character can stop CPR:

After 30 minutes of sustained pulselessness.

If another patient needs more help.

If continuing is dangerous to self or others.

Otherwise, backcountry and frontcountry CPR are pretty similar.

Summary

CPR is generally performed on dead people.

It is difficult to get worse than dead.

Garbage CPR is better than no CPR.

Recovering from being dead takes time and always warrants more care.

WFRs have a superpower and it is called stopping CPR.

Good luck raising your characters from the dead!

[torikengel]

Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 8)

Thomas quickly took out his mask and put it back in its place. He couldn’t face Hoyt without it as he would probably mock and tease him. You held your breath, as you didn’t want to panic. It would be okay, right? Thomas was right next to you, there’s no way you would die now.

“Thomas Brown Hewitt.” Hoyt hissed. “What do you think you are doing with it?” he pointed the gun at you.

It. IT? Seriously, you were just a thing for this guy. You trembled, fearing for your life. You didn’t dare to make a sound, but you instinctively hid behind Thomas. Hoyt smirked at your reaction, he was having fun making you feel uncomfortable and threatened.

“So, now that she got her last wish, it’s time to butcher ‘er. We’re short on meat anyway.” He cocked his head back and laughed. He sent shivers down your spine; you could feel the cold sweat trailing down your skin. Thomas growled at Hoyt and protectively covered your body with his.

“Now, now, Tommy boy, don’t even try to act up again. I am the head of this family, and you will listen to everythin’, I say!” he sneered.

“Either take her to the basement, or I am taking her to my room to get some use of her.” Hoyt stepped towards you and Thomas to take you away.

Your heart was racing like never before. Now you were extremely mad at yourself for not trying to escape. Your attempts to stay alive were all futile, you thought. Thomas, however, had different plans. He didn’t back off but stepped up to Hoyt, letting him put the gun at him. He knew that Hoyt was bluffing; he would never shoot Thomas as he wouldn’t have anyone to do the dirty work for him.

“Step aside, Tommy boy.” Hoyt snickered and put the gun down. “Come one, it’s just a piece of meat, it’s like all the other girls before. Ya can’t believe that she would like ya. Look at ‘er pretty face and then look in the mirror.” He mocked Thomas. Thomas’s confidence crumbled. He was big and strong, yes, but he was still very self-conscious about his appearance, and it didn’t help that his family except Luda made fun of him like this. This put Hoyt on a pedestal.

“See, now that’s a good boy. Uncuff that bitch and lemme have her for a while before butcherin’ her.” Hoyt scoffed.

“Thomas isn’t ugly… don’t talk to him like this…” you said with a trembling voice. It pained you to hear how Hoyt talked to Thomas. Like he was worse than a dog. Hoyt’s eyes widened. He was shocked by your exclamation but quickly responded. “My my did no one ever taught you manners, missy? Don’t meddle in other family’s business.”

“I’ve heard enough.” A female voice interrupted your conversation with Hoyt. “I told you that you wouldn’t speak like this about Thomas.” Luda Mae ranted. “Plus, it’s not appropriate in front of our guest.” She scolded Hoyt. Hoyt was furious. “Guest?” he hissed as he looked at your face.

“Yes, y/n is our guest right now. I won’t let you hurt her unless she does something Tommy doesn’t like.” She exclaimed calmly. She could let Hoyt treat everyone like garbage, even herself, but definitely not her son.

“Now, dinner is ready, please come in,” she said and disappeared into the kitchen again. Hoyt followed her back inside without a word. Thomas led you to the table and uncuffed you, so you both could sit down. You could hear the voices from the kitchen.

“What do you think you are doin’ woman?” Hoyt angrily asked Luda. “I am doin’ what’s best for ma son.” She replied. You looked at Thomas, who had that pained expression again. You grabbed his hand under the table. Despite fearing for your life, your heart ached when you saw him in this state. You remembered his sweet smile when he looked at you, and he seemed happy… now he had sorrow in his eyes. “Thank you, Tommy.” You tried to console him. You tightened the grip on his hand… your hand was so much smaller than his that his palm completely enveloped yours.

*

*

The dinner was quiet and awkward. You finished your plate as you didn’t want to stir the pot more by refusing the meat, even if it made you a cannibal too. After eating, Thomas led you into your room, lost in his thoughts. He didn’t make a sound, and after you sat on the bed, he bolted out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Hoyt’s words marked him… such a cruel man, you thought. You deeply exhaled and lied down on the bed. It was a long day, and you were tired from all the walking and the ever-present danger. You were so startled and confused by everything that you didn’t even realize that you were uncuffed and fell asleep in no time.

*

You woke up in the middle of the night… “What a terrible nightmare.” You murmured and rubbed your tired eyes. You looked around to find yourself in the room, that was your personal prison. After contemplating it for a while, you decided to stand up, only to find out that you are basically free. You carefully inspected your wrists and ankles, not being able to grasp the reality of being unshackled. “I bet it’s just a dream.” You said as you decided to pinch yourself, but then you realized that this indeed is happening. You tiptoed to the door and placed your ear onto the door to check if someone is awake. After being unable to hear a thing, you gained the confidence to open the door. The hallway was so dark; you could barely see anything. You crept down the stairs, trying not to make any sound. After you finally managed to go down the stairs, you darted to the main door. Your freedom was right before you. Just turn the doorknob and run was all you had to do. One door separating you from getting your life back. You hesitantly placed your hand on the doorknob… your heart was beating so fast, adrenaline rushing through your veins. It was here again, exactly what happened when you could’ve escaped earlier the previous day. But now Thomas wasn’t here to stop you… Thomas. His name echoed in the back of your mind as you remembered his expression when he glanced at you during the dinner. “Thomas…” you whispered for yourself. You couldn’t understand your fixation on this man, your captor—dangerous murderer. You touched your lips as you remembered the kiss and then the familiar tingling in your stomach. “I am foolish.” You facepalmed and giggled at your incompetence.

“Unbelievable…” you gasped. The hand that was on the doorknob fell down, and you walked away from the door, defeated by your own feelings. You wondered around the house only to find the door to the basement. You didn’t think twice before sneaking inside as quietly as possible.

*

You found Thomas leaning on one of the tables. He was so busy rethinking everything that he didn’t pay attention to any noises you might’ve made. Plus, he was tired as well. He just couldn’t sleep. “Tommy.” You whispered, trying not to make him panic. Well, he did anyway. He immediately snapped back into reality and ran straight at you. “Shhhh.” You placed a finger on your lips. “Your footsteps might wake someone up.” You exclaimed calmly, despite Thomas looking scary. He was used to chasing people who suddenly appeared in the house. He was confused… did he forget to cuff you? If so, what were you doing in the basement? Why didn’t you escape?

“I couldn’t sleep…” you said sheepishly and looked at him.

Thomas nodded in agreement.

You looked around before your gaze shifted back to Thomas again. This basement… here you met Thomas for the first time, here you were on the brink of death. The horrible smell of death wasn’t as noticeable, and the blood was nowhere to be found. You could see Thomas’s confusion in his radiant blue eyes. It was dark in the basement, except for one ray of moonlight shining through a small window that you didn’t notice was here before.

“You look great in the moonlight.” You blushed as you saw Thomas’s features without the mask highlighted.

Thomas was mesmerized by your gorgeous face in this atmosphere too. You had sparkles in your big e/c eyes too, so beautiful. You gently smiled at him and stepped towards him. He didn’t wear the bloody apron now, and you really thought he looked… attractive? He wasn’t handsome in any conventional way, but something about him just dragged you towards this man. As you were close enough that you could hear your nervous breaths, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips on his. Thomas, still a bit inexperienced, just leaned towards you and held you around your waist. You gained a bit of confidence and made way into his mouth with your tongue to kiss him more passionately. Thomas was surprised, but he let you as he loved everything you did to him. He just melted into the kiss and tried to copy your moves. After your lips parted, you were both panting. You looked at him with lust in your eyes. He made you so crazy about him. You wanted him so much that you were willing to sacrifice your freedom and your whole life with him. You could’ve escaped, but here you were kissing a killer… but you really thought that he had pure heart, he was misunderstood, society turned him into a monster. But with you, he was protective and caring… he spared your life. Your needs and emotions clouded your judgment. You wrapped your arms around his neck and desperately kissed him again while running your fingers through his hair. It was hard for Thomas to keep up as he never experienced anything like this, but he let you lead it. For him, it was the most beautiful moment of his life. It was so perfect that he thought he fell asleep after all, and this was just a dream.

“Tommy… I-“ you whimpered after you pulled back, gasping for air. You wanted him but couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. It was embarrassing… You were ashamed of your behavior and ruining your chance to run away, but you couldn’t deny your feelings. You grabbed him by the tie and then untied it. Then your fingers slipped to the buttons of his shirt as you started unbuttoning it. Thomas never felt more anxious. He knew what the outcome of this could be, but he was still new to all this. His heart was pounding so fast he thought that it might explode, and heat rushed to his cheeks, making him blush.

“It’s okay, Tommy… tell me if you want me to stop.” You whispered and looked at him. Thomas shook his head. He wanted you too. Even if he was scared, he was also completely infatuated by you.

After you were done with his shirt, you could see his bare upper body for the first time. He really was so big and ripped… your heart skipped as you gazed at him. You passionately kissed him again and then made a trail of kisses down his neck to collar bone. Thomas quietly moaned when he felt your warm lips against his skin. Then you stepped back and looked at him. “Are you sure you want this?” you weren’t sure if this question was really directed at Thomas or yourself.

Thomas nodded and smiled at you.

an: I am sorry for not posting a new chapter earlier, but I will redeem myself and post some NSWF tomorrow in the next one <3 

[petri808]

Bakudeku canon divergent, vampire quirk AU

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When Bakugou finally woke up in the Ena City Hospital, his head was splitting worse than a punch from Kirishima in full quirk, and ears rang with the force of all 108 New Year’s bell tolls. If he’d had no memory of the night before, Bakugou swore he’d just survived the worst hangover in history. Even his eyes hurt from the bright, piercing fluorescent lights and they weren’t even open! He turned his head to the side, noticing how much effort it took just to shift in such a small manner. It was as if his body was drained of... “Ugh, that bastard,” he groaned. ‘Fucker bit me.’ And as if to add insult to injury, a pin-prick pain in his neck revealed itself in that revelation.

His arm flopped up, hand straining with jerky strokes, reaching to touch the fresh bite wound located at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He flinched at the tender, bruising pain that sent a shock down his spine. Son-of— This just in! Pro Hero Dynamite cast in one of those cliché vampire movies that went straight to video. Definitely not the career start he’d envisioned.

“Oh, good you’re finally awake Mr. Bakugou.”

“Who the fuck are you?” he spat at the male voice. “And can someone turn the fucking lights off?!”

“I am Doctor Ishihira, and my apologies,” the doctor flicked off the overhead light. “Is that better?”

“Yeah,” he grumped.

“Mr. Bakugou, you were found yesterday morning and brought in suffering from hypovolemic shock due to severe blood loss and dehydration. We’ve treated you with 3 liters of IV fluids and blood plasma to bring your numbers back up, however you’ll still be groggy until your body replenishes the nutrients you were stripped of.”

Over a day had passed! At hearing he’d been out cold for so long, Bakugou immediately clenched his fists, swearing up and down about being released until they threatened to sedate him for longer. Longer?! He begrudgingly relented and settled down, but damn it! That meant Midoriya had another head start on him again! And now that the man knew he was on his trail, finding him would be a lot more difficult!

“What the hell is hypo-whatever shock?” Bakugou questioned.

“When you were found, you were in and out of consciousness and rambling incoherently, all signs of severe blood loss. The fatigue you’re still feeling is also due to the effects of it. Luckily the amount of loss wasn’t enough to start shutting down your organs.”

The doctor continued explaining a few more details regardless of the tantrum like a robot. Minor injuries he’d been treated for. The obvious puncture wounds in his neck, questioning Bakugou about any description he could provide of his attacker. He wasn’t about to tell this doctor or any authority figure who the true culprit was, so he feigned a temporary retrograde amnesia. Based on a raised brow, peering over his glass’s expression, the doctor didn’t look very convinced. Oh well, Bakugou really didn’t care about the man’s opinion.

“Mr. Bakugou, we also called you parents…”

“You what?!” Bakugou tried to jump off the bed, but his body absolutely refused to respond and ended up flopping like a dying fish. Ugh! He really was worse off than he’d thought.

“I’m sorry, but you are a minor, so we were obligated to do so. However, they did give us permission to treat and release you on your own recognizance once we felt you were better.”

Well, that was good news. ‘Sounds like mom actually listened to my letter.’ Or the authorities surely would have shown up by now. “Ugh! So, how much longer am I stuck here?”

“If you continue to recover well, tomorrow morning.”

Fuck! Now a three-day head start! Just great, he groaned. Midoriya could get far away with that kind of a jump start. “Fine, whatever! Now go the fuck away.”

The doctor left the room after explaining how nurses will be monitoring his progress, but to also let them know if anything started to feel worse. They needed to know if he developed any lasting effects from organ damage. Once he was alone again, Bakugou rolled gingerly onto his side as his mind processed the new information. Whatever Midoriya had been hit with must be the cause of this weird blood thirst that resembled a goddamn vampire plot line. Perhaps the significance of the blood coloring in his eyes was a sign of that thirst taking hold? That’ll be a handy tell, too bad it seemed to appear within seconds of the next step.

But if Midoriya had just fed on a victim, and history showed at times, a span of days before the next incident, what had caused his friend to attack him so fast? Was this thirst like a hunger? And what happens when you exercise or exert yourself? You use up energy. ‘Duh, Katsuki.’ Fighting and expending all that energy must have triggered the attack. ‘Wow, it burns fast.’ That meant Midoriya probably struggled to control this thirst, and that’s why he was pleading for him to leave him alone. But sorry, he couldn’t do that. ‘Fucker shouldn’t have run!’ One way or another he is getting his friend back home where he belonged. In fact, this only made his drive to find Midoriya stronger because he felt like he was partially to blame for the predicament his friend was in. The guy had to be scared, freaked out, and lonely. Bakugou’s heart clenched at the thought. He knew his friend was a social person by nature who loved being around friends and family. To be stuck out here all by himself and too frightened because of whatever this new quirk was had to be horrible… and utterly not fair. Of course, he did have a tendency to isolate himself when he feared…

Bakugou groaned. “Kami, not again with this shit!” When was Midoriya gonna learn to stop running away!

As his eyes relented to the fatigue and his mind slipped back into unconsciousness, Bakugou could only pray he’ll get a lead as soon as he got out of this hospital. This strange new quirk, if that’s really what it was, posed a serious danger not only to Midoriya, but the public. The reputation of pro hero’s had taken a major hit already because of AFO and the league, so if the public found out about a blood drinking hero attacking people… ‘I gotta get you out of here…’

After his encounter with Bakugou, Midoriya had rushed out of town as quickly as possible. Tears poured down his cheeks as he took off into the sky from having given in to the lust of this uncontrollable quirk. But he couldn’t stop it even if he’d wanted to. He’d learned the hard way right at the beginning that once it took hold of his mind, the only thing he could do was give-in or succumb to an even worse ravenous state that literally hurt. The pain of holding out on the hunger made him feel like a starved predatory animal that tore at his insides until he relented. In this state, the blood of any creature that came too close became a meal. But it was never enough. Animal blood didn’t satiate him in the same way that human blood did. Plus, he worried that if he let it get completely out of control, he might just end up killing someone. So far, he’d been lucky to leave them all unconscious but alive.

It was obvious that the light AFO had hit him with contained this strange quirk. How ironic, to take down a villain, only to be turned into one. That’s how Midoriya felt. How else could he feel? A hero wouldn’t hurt other people, so by taking the blood of others for sustenance, that made him a villain. Therefore, he couldn’t be a hero anymore. It must have been AFO’s plan all along once he’d realized he was losing. The villains end goal was to ruin hero society and this was definitely one way to do it. Take out his primary rival. The man poised to carry on a torch of safety and security, and snuff out any who chose to do harm… The whole situation with Bakugou really turned this into a nightmare out of body experience. To see his friend’s eyes suddenly show fear, then fade away the more he drank… his mouth clamped to the man’s neck… it was a horrible imagine that was sure to haunt him. He could still smell the burnt cinnamon from such a close encounter. If only he had clothes to change into or even a pond to bathe in, because that lingering scent was gonna drive him mad!

Midoriya curled up and clenched his eyes shut tight in an abandoned and overgrown castle he’d found outside of Ena. It didn’t look like it’s been maintained for a very long time, so the likelihood of a human showing up seemed low. He knew he should have travelled farther away, but he was too tired, too upset and just wanted to quit. All the years of growing up quirkless, to gain OFA and become the very thing he’d dreamt of, only for those dreams to be dashed again. It was as if life just didn’t want him to be a real hero. Maybe he should just put himself out of his misery, and yet— he couldn’t do it. To die out here alone where no one knew where he was or what had become of him, that wasn’t fair to his family and friends…

They must be so worried about him right now. His poor mother didn’t deserve any of this. Would his friends look down on him now? And All Might, his idol, who’d taken him under his wing, was he disappointed? And that just left Bakugou. He’d said the truth in answering the man’s question. No, Midoriya never would have expected him to come looking. Katsuki Bakugou giving a damn about him? Yeah, right. Bakugou wasn’t doing this because he cared. There was always a selfish reason behind his madness. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. Shouldn’t big bad Dynamight be thrilled that his biggest rival was gone?

Okay that was a big, fat white lie he’d been telling himself for the last two years. He knew Bakugou had moved past those pettier behaviors, but it was simply easier to believe and keep their relationship as rivals than to hope his childhood friend would ever see him as something else. And yet… ‘Kacchan was genuinely surprised by my answer. Did he really come looking for me because he cared that much?’ Yet in what way? Why was the man trying so hard? Did he… ‘miss me?’

Midoriya shook his head violently of those thoughts. No, no, he didn’t want to believe that because it would make this situation even more unbearable than it already was! He’d already given up everything he’d ever loved. His hopes and dreams, a future and losing an affection he’d craved for years would just simply be too much.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

pragma - part eleven

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: After such a rough chapter, I decided to keep this one light and fluffy and domestic because we all know what’s coming.

Summary: You spend a beautiful day with Frankie and he gives you something to hold onto for him.

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Having Frankie basically live with you had turned out to be one of the best decisions you’d ever made. You both made each other happy and better, in a sense. Was this what you had been missing all this time?

“Where’d you go?” Frankie asked as you two laid in bed facing each other. You didn’t notice yourself getting lost in thought.

“Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About?” He took your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“You.” You kissed his nose.

“Good stuff I hope…or naughty stuff.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled.

“I save the naughty stuff for my dreams,” you told him.

His face lit up. “You have dreams about me?”

“Have you seen yourself? You’re pretty fucking dreamy, sir.” Seeing his face slowly flush made you smile. “I always have dreams about you but I like the real thing better.”

“In your dreams I’m probably built like some Greek god or something.”

“Nope. You’re just the way you are: perfect.” You played with the V-shaped part of his shirt. “Especially in this shirt.”

“Well, good thing you’re wearing the shirt I was actually planning on wearing today, huh?” He looked down at your bare thighs. “It’s a really good thing.”

“Didn’t feel like getting dressed today but I might have to.”

“Why?”

“Gotta get groceries. I have stuff that I like but we need to get some of your favorite things.” You scratched at his beard.

“I got my favorite thing right…here!” He pulled you on top of him making you yelp.

“That may be so but you can’t…eat…I’m gonna stop myself there.”

“You walked right into that one, baby,” he chuckled.

“Shut up.” You kissed him and he groaned quietly. He kissed back for a while then pulled away, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m…only gonna be here for about another week then…” You put a finger to his lips.

“I know. I don’t want to think about it, okay? Now, let’s go shopping.” You slid off him and put your own clothes on. “You can have your shirt back now,” you joked.

“Nah. You like this shirt on me so much, I’ll keep it on.”

“That’s the opposite of what I want you to do,” you flirted.

“Keep talking like that and we’ll never make it to the store.” He put his hat on and waited for you to finish getting dressed so he could walk downstairs with you.

“You wanna drive?” you asked as he put his aviators on.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Gives me a chance to stare at you all I want.” You handed him the keys to your car and walked to the front door, opening it. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked.

“I just love how the sun shines down on you.”

“You’re turning into more of a romantic every day, Frankie.” You took his hand and walked outside with him.

“Is that bad?”

“Not at all.” He opened the cat door for you. “Thank you, sir.” When he gets into the car and removes his sunglasses, you take them from him and put them on.

“I could just get you your own you know.”

“I like wearing yours,” you told him as he started the car and slowly pulled onto the road.

“What’s the deal with that?” he asked. “Why do women like wearing our stuff so much?”

“I dunno. I can’t really speak for all women but when I wear your stuff, I feel…so warm and cozy. Plus, it smells like you.”

“Smells like me? I have a smell?”

You nodded. “I think it’s the soap you use. Or maybe it’s just you. It’s nice. Your pillow smells like you now too.”

“You’ve been sniffing my pillow?”

“Shut up. You make it sound weird like you’ve never smelled something that I’ve worn!” You punched his arm and he laughed. “How did I ever live without that?”

“Hm?”

“Hearing that laugh every day. Hearing your voice. Seeing you smile. Gosh…I’m in love, huh?” Yeah, you really were.

“If you don’t stop, I will pull this car over and make out with you on the side of the road.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You looked ahead again and noticed he was driving in the direction of your favorite store. “How’d you know which store I wanted to go to?”

“You keep some of the bags from the store for garbage and stuff. Kinda guessed from that.” He shrugged like it was nothing but it was everything. Your ex-husband probably couldn’t even tell you that.

Frankie pulled into the parking lot and parked in the first spot he found. “You’re not gonna try to find one a little closer?”

“Why?” He grabbed the keys and got out of the car then walked to your side to open the door for you. “Let’s go, lazybones.”

*

Inside the store, Frankie refused to put anything in the cart until he asked if it was okay with you.

“Frankie, if you ask me that one more time I will scream. Just put it in the damn cart. Whatever you want!” You hadn’t realized that this might have been the very first time anyone has done something like this for him. “I wanna get you these things, okay?”

“Okay.” He still hesitated though. “I’m not used to…”

“I know.”

“I never really lived with anyone either…except for my parents and, you know, during my army years.” He grabbed a box of cereal and threw it in the cart without asking.

“Ah, you’re getting the hang of it. Can you grab me a box of-"

“Lucky Charms? Yes ma’am.” He put the box in the cart and smiled at you. “If I remember correctly, you only eat the marshmallows.”

“I don’t think I could love you any more than I already do,” you said then kissed him, forgetting you were in the aisle of a grocery store until someone cleared their throat. You both jumped and smiled shyly as you moved out of the way.

“I think we’re finished,” Frankie said, looking into the cart.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

*

You let Frankie drive again and when he saw you reaching for the radio he groaned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, offended.

“Just…don’t play anything bad.”

“Nothing I listen to is bad, okay?” You pushed a few more icons on the console but Frankie stopped you.

“No way. Here.” He let go of the steering wheel and you reached over to grab it and keep the car on the road. Luckily, this stretch of road was always pretty empty.

“Jesus, Frankie…you better pick something good.”

“You said nothing you listen to is bad, right? So, hush and let me…pick…ha!” The music began to play and Frankie took over driving again. You turned and looked at him in shock as he started singing along.

“Oh, she may be weary. Them young girls they do get wearied wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah…”

“Oh my God, Frankie,” you giggled. He was really into it.

“But when she gets weary…try a little tenderness… You know she’s waiting, anticipating the thing that you’ll never, never, never, never possess…”

“Oh, you possess something, alright,” you joked, shaking your head in surprise before singing along.

“But while she’s there waiting without them…try a little tenderness. That’s all you gotta do…”

You laughed and sung along but mostly watched him. You had never seen him this way and it was such a beautiful thing. He was able to be himself around you and it brought tears to your eyes. So carefree, so handsome, so…yours.

“Wait, wait…this is the best part,” he said holding his hand up and singing. “You’ve got to rub her gentle man, all you gotta do. You gotta love her, squeeze her, don’t tease her. Gotta try na na na…try a little tenderness!” He was singing his heart out.

“Woooo!” you cheered before laughing so hard tears rolled down your cheeks. You clapped as the song ended and he smiled brightly.

“How was that?” he asked.

“I had no idea you had it in you.”

“I’m full of surprises, huh?” he smiled over at you.

“You sure are.”

He pulled up to your place and turned the car off sitting there quietly for a minute. You wanted to pick his brain, but you would let him talk when he was ready.

“I need a picture of you,” he said suddenly.

“You have some on your phone…”

“No, I mean like an actual picture that I can hold and…I want one to carry with me when…” His hands dropped from the steering wheel.

“I’m sure I can find one.” You tried to think of a way to cheer him up again. “I hope you know that whatever you leave here is mine for the taking. I’m wearing all of your clothes! I might even drive your truck.”

“Hey, you break it you buy it.” He smiled then took your hand and kissed it. “I miss you already. Is that weird?”

“Nope. I miss you too.” You got up on your knees and leaned over the center console to kiss him.

“Can I have my shades back now?”

You pouted and took them off. “Fine.” He gave you another quick kiss before taking the glasses from you, putting them on, then getting out of the car. You followed and grabbed what few bags he left to carry into the house.

“Show off,” you called to him as you walked to the door to unlock it. “You know I could’ve carried more.”

“I know but I didn’t want you to.” He walked into the house, kicked his shoes off, and carried the bags to the kitchen.

“Are you trying to be my prince charming or are you just like this naturally?” you asked as you wrapped yourself around him as he put the groceries away.

“Treating a woman the way she’s supposed to be treated is not some fairytale shit.”

“You’d be surprised, my dear.” You helped put the groceries away then lounged on the couch. “I’m tired.”

“Go upstairs and rest,” Frankie said taking his hat off and throwing it on the coffee table.

“Come with me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

*

You’re not sure how long you had been asleep by the time Frankie joined you but by the time you woke up, he was wrapped around you sleeping. You couldn’t move and felt hot. If this had been anyone else, you would’ve shrugged them off or woke them up to give you some space but it was Frankie and you never wanted him to move. He held onto you as if you might float away if he let go. His quiet snores made you smile.

He moved his arm for a minute to scratch at his beard so you turned quickly to face him before he wrapped it around you again. God, was he handsome. You kissed his nose and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. He smiled in his sleep? Now you were positive he was your prince charming.

You laid like this for a while until you realized you had to use the bathroom. You hated to move and risk waking him up but you had to go. Carefully and quietly, you wriggled yourself out of his arms and rolled off the bed.

It wasn’t until you were standing at the sink washing your hands that you noticed something. You looked at yourself in the mirror and there was a chain hanging from your neck. You dried your hands and turned the water off before getting a better look at it.

One of Frankie’s dog tags.

When did he put this on you? You ran your thumb over the metal, feeling the etchings of every letter. It was a little worn and bent, but that made you love it more. It showed you what he had been through. He was also worn, tattered, beat up even, but he stood the test of time and pain. A tear fell onto it and you wiped it away.

“It wasn’t supposed to make you cry,” Frankie said standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

“When did you give me this?” you asked, sniffling.

“While you slept. I wanted you to have something from me.” He walked into the bathroom and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’ve already given me everything I could ever want, Frankie.”

“You deserve the world though and I’m gonna try my best to give it to you,” he kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes.

“Don’t you know? You are my world.” You turned to him and kissed his nose. It was your favorite thing to do now. “You smile in your sleep.”

“I do?” he asked and you nodded. “Must’ve been dreaming about you then.”

“I think it’s because I kissed this cute little nose of yours.” You poked it.

“My nose is cute?” He looked at himself in the mirror. “You might need glasses.”

“Gimme yours then.”

“I meant prescription glasses. Nice try though.”

“I’ll get ‘em one day.” His grip on you loosened and you inched away from him. “Maybe today.”

“Don’t even try it…”

“I’m faster than you.” You were standing in the doorway now.

“Yeah, probably, but I can pick you up and throw you over my shoulder and stop this before it even happens.” He walked towards you and you kept backing away.

“Oh yeah?” He nodded and you continued. “But there’s something you gotta do before that happens.”

“Is there?”

“You have to catch me first!” You ran as fast as you could out the room and downstairs with Frankie not far behind. Just as you reached into his jacket pocket, he grabbed you with a growl and spun you around. “I got ‘em!”

“Drop them and I’ll let you go,” he said, breathing heavily.

“Maybe I don’t want you to let me go,” you teased as you wiggled against him and put the glasses on. He started to kiss your neck and you relaxed. “That’s…you’re cheating.”

“Deal with it.” He took the glasses off you and put them on before letting you go. You looked at him and pouted. “Like I said: nice try.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and laid down on the couch.

“Did you just…”

“Maybe I did.” You pretended to ignore him, turning your head so you wouldn’t look at him but suddenly he was on you, kissing your face and your neck but tickling you at the same time. “Frankie!” You squealed and laughed and tried pushing him off but he didn’t budge.

He eventually stopped but stayed on top of you. He pulled the glasses down his nose so he could look into your eyes. “You started it.”

“Whatever.” You grabbed his face and kissed him. He laid there with you for a while, catching his breath before rolling to the side so you could move if you wanted. You played with the dog tag he gave you.

“Keep that safe for me?” he asked.

“Always.”

He put the glasses on you then kissed your nose this time.

[twelve]

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[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Brave

Authors Note: I decided to include parts of the book as well as the television series. I really like the way that it turned out. As a previous sufferer of self-harm this was quite interesting for me to write. Due to this I did not want to make it too lengthy as it can cause some triggers.

Request: Could you do one where Jace notices the reader’s self-harm scars? Also, I was wondering if you could mix the story where she refuses to cry and then Jace sees her self-harm scars.

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader

Summary: A Shadowhunter who was not born into a life of Angelic powers now fights off her own inner demons. The consequences of being made Angelic from the Mortal Cup were now catching up to Y/N. While she feels numb to every emotion on this planet, she knows one that is true. The love that she feels for one Jace Wayland. But how is he going to feel when he knows that she has been keeping one part of her life private from everyone she knows.

Warnings: Mental health triggers and references to self-harm. This could also contain swearing.

Word Count: 4,687

“What are you doing here Jace?” I screamed from the bathroom door. Jace and I are in a relationship together which is why it should not have been that big of a deal that he invited himself into my room without warning or permission.

Instead of receiving a response, he just stood there watching me with his mouth gaped open in surprise. “Jace!” I launched a pillow from the nearby bed straight towards his beautiful blonde locks. “I am trying to get ready for training, would you please leave!” I yelled as I clutched the drooping towel around my naked body.

“But I thought that we were going to walk over together.” He pleaded. Jace always did this thing where he would drop his head ever so slightly and look straight up at me, the same way that an innocent puppy would to get the last bite of your sandwich. “You know, as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“You could have still knocked!” I countered as I shut the door to the bathroom to start getting dressed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, Y/N.” He huffed. I could tell that he was leaning against the bathroom door in a cheesy ‘I want to be as close to you as I can’ kind of way. “Plus, that Sebastian guy keeps on trying to get closer to you and he should know that you are mine and not his.”

I huff back, “You should know by now that Seb means nothing to me. I am in love with the goofy guy on the other side of this door. Speaking of which, will you move so that I can actually open this door.”

When the door was pushed open, I saw how tired he looked. There were large dark circles residing under his eyes as if he had not slept in days. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes were a little creased from where he possibly threw them into the corner of his room without considering to fold them.

I reach for him and hold onto him tightly. “Are you alright?” I rest my hands on either side of his face and gaze up into his eyes. When he did not respond, I asked again. “Jace? Baby? What is going on?” “His eyes sort of snapped into focus and the corners of his lips rose up into a quick grin.

“Right!” He stood back a step and clapped his hands together. “Are you ready to have your arse kicked?” I grimaced at his sudden change in character. Jace has acted weird the last couple of days and I was starting to get a little worried about him. The constant checking of time and sudden change in emotion was not uncommon lately. But it was not the Jace that I grew to love. Something about him was different.

I snatch his hands and pull him away before he could brush me off once again. “Jace? I think we need to talk.” Before I could even finish my sentence, fear flashed in his eyes.

“What! What do you mean by ‘we need to talk?’ That is the ‘you are breaking up with me’ spiel.” I hold on tightly to his hand as his body starts to go into a minor panic mode. The sort of reaction you would get when you looked everywhere for you weapon during a battle while the demon surges towards you kind of thing. Utter hopelessness. “Don’t do this, please. Is it because of how jealous I get with Sebastian when he gets close to you. I will try to work on it. If it means we can stay together I would do anything. I would change anything, you name it, and I will change it. Just do not do this.”

“Jace!” I screamed shaking his body to revive him from the sudden rant that he had fallen into. “Jace, I am not breaking up with you.” His breath slowed and his cheeks slowly regained some colour in them. “Sit down with me.”

I guided Jace over to the bed where I continued to hold onto his hand tightly. “What’s wrong Y/N?” I noticed that his eyes were welling up slightly.

“I could ask you the same question Jace.” I pause as I let my eyes search his. “You have not been yourself lately. Your hair is messy, your clothes are not as pristine as they normally are and it looks like you have not slept in days.” I sigh, “Baby please just tell me what is going on.”

His shoulders caved in and his head dropped to look at the floor. “I am scared Y/N.” The words came out of his mouth in a whisper. “I am scared because every time I close my eyes, I see myself turning into this monstrous form of myself and I get these awful nightmares and they always end the same way. I either push you away, or I destroy you so much that you crumble away into nothing. I am scared that I am going to ruin you because of what I am.”

“What are you on about! You could not hurt me even if you tried. You are a good person Jace.” Carefully I reach for my sleeve that has started to rise on my arm. Slowly I guide the fabric back down to my wrist to cover up the marks that were not caused by runes. Jace has no clue that I have these and if I had my way he never would. The thing is I was not born a Shadowhunter. I was made one. Unfortunately for me when Valentine stole the Mortal Cup and made me into what I am, there were some problems. Some of the runes that most Shadowhunters can use do not work on us who were made from the Cup. Some runes that would make keeping my secret from Jace that little bit easier – the healing rune.

“You were there! Y/N, you heard what the Angel had to say. Valentine poisoned me with demon blood. He made me into a monster. A monster that may one day hurt the people I love.” He held onto my wrists tightly but not in a way that hurt. “I can not let myself become that, that thing.”

“Jace you are not a monster. Nor will you ever become one. I will not let you.” I searched his eyes for something that possibly seemed like recognition of my words, but there was nothing. He was completely consumed with fear and regret.

“You need to promise me that if I ever become that thing that Valentine wanted me to become that you will kill me.” There it was. A shining drop slowly guiding its way down his cheek only to splash onto my hand. “When or if that day comes, I will need you to kill me, Y/N.”

I pulled his head onto my lap and gently smoothed his hair as he wept. Seeing Jace cry like this did truly break me. But I had no similar reaction when I heard those words. I do not know whether it was because I knew he would never do anything to hurt me, or because I was programmed to be this Shadowhunter that was not able to feel that sort of way. It was hard for me to accept why I was so different. Why I could not cry over things that happened to me. When I saw my mother die, when my father disowned me when he saw what I had become thanks to Valentine or when Jace told me he loved me for the first time. During all these milestones, I had not cried once. The thing is I do feel pain, I feel suffering and I feel loneliness. But I respond in a different way. While most people can get the pain out of their head by crying or opening up, I cannot. Instead I open something else up. I know it sounds bad, but it is the only thing that lets me truly feel those emotions, no matter how long they last. Only after I am done feeling my own ‘pain,’ I can not wipe the slate and pretend that it did not happen, the way that most people can do by shedding a tear. The memory is left on my arm forever.  

“Jace, I will never hurt you, just like I know in my heart that you will never hurt me.” His crying was slowing down which was a good sign. I leaned down and placed a kiss on Jace’s cheek. “I love you too much to do anything to hurt you.”

Jace began to sit up and rub at his eyes to remove the tear stains. “I wish I could be as brave as you. Everyone seems to think I am the big brave Shadowhunter. When really it is you who is the brave one. I would love to know for one day what that felt like.”

Those words hit home. Jace would never have said those words if he really knew what was going on with me. What was really going on in my head. I am not brave; I was built to be numb to fear. “You do not want to be brave baby.”

I passed him a tissue from my nightstand and gave him one last cuddle. “Trust me, Jace.”

***

Training was stressful. I mean training could never be exciting or fun for another word for it. I never really expect much when I go, just sweat and hard work. It was intense. Training might have been easier if it was limited to just me and him. The thing is, Jace has this massive problem with some of the other Shadowhunters. He knows that a few of them treat me slightly different to the rest because of the way that I acquired my abilities. Unlike the rest of them, I was not born Angelic. In fact, I was a little reckless before the Cub changed my life. Since then, some view me as unworthy to hold this gift. Sometimes, I would be inclined to agree with them.

Unfortunately, for us during the training session, it was not just me and Jace like we had wished it would be. Sebastian was there and I could tell that Jace was unnerved by the idea of sharing the same space with him. With almost animalistic qualities, Jace would bare his teeth whenever Sebastian came close to us. I do not know whether Sebastian is interested in me because of how I reached this point in my life, or for other reasons. Either way, Jace has decided that he does not like him. Therefore, when Jace has made his mind up about someone, it is often quite difficult to change.

“Why can’t you just tell him to fuck off?” Jace turned to me. Clearly annoyed by his whole presence in the institute let alone the training room. “He is trying to piss me off and I know it. Please babe, can you just say something.” It was not as if Jace and Sebastian had ever had words about me. It is just Jace can not stand his whole entire existence. It was almost as if he smelt something rotten about him.

“Jace, babe. We need to be able to share this room. You know what Alec said, we can not be having any privileges now that he is running the institute. I mean he has made so many allowances for us already. We are the only two Shadowhunters who are not married who can share the same room simply because you said you were afraid for my own protection. Alec is not going to suddenly change more rules around here for us.” I hold onto his shoulder as I stretch out the muscles in my leg. “Plus, I am not interested in him one bit. Therefore, he should not pose that much of an issue for you. And stop growling at him already, you are starting to drool a little.”

Jace scoffed a little and picked me up. I let out a small squeal at the sudden contact that he had made. “Can you both just get a room.” Clary said as Jace’s lips collided with my own. “I mean I am starting to feel a little queasy. I looked over to see that Clary was holding her stomach and pretending to bend over to throw up.

“We have one. Thanks though.” Jace mocked as he continued to kiss me. “I mean you could all leave and we could have this room to ‘continue working up a sweat.’” I swatted his arm as Clary let out another fake gag noise.

While Clary saw the fun in the whole situation, it was clear to me that Sebastian had not. In the corner of my eye I could see Sebastian staring right at me and Jace with a furious look in his eye. I clocked onto the spear that he was holding in his hands. However, the spear was not resting between two of his hands, it was now in two pieces in either hand. I shivered at the sight of the metal weapon now residing in two parts. His face was the epitome of disgust and anger mixed into one.

Due to the kind of Shadowhunter that I am, there were not many things that could startle me in the slightest. However, looking at Sebastian and the broken spear did something to me that I did not think was possible. It scared me.

“Earth to Y/N?” Jace waved one hand in front of my face when I must have missed the last few attempts to gain my attention. “Hey? What’s up with you. Clary and I were only having a laugh.”

Clary looked over concerned that she may have offended me. She was one of my ‘closest friends’ in the Institute as she knew how much of an outside I felt when I first joined. But behind her grew an even angrier Shadowhunter. Sebastian’s chest was rising and falling with an increasing pace. My eyes were locked onto his, for once I felt a little afraid.

“I know.” I forced a fake laugh but I never lost eye contact with Sebastian. Jace continued to talk to Clary as I fought back this intense feeling inside of me that was telling me to run and to take Clary and Jace with me. I watched as Sebastian picked up a dagger from the table. He too did not break eye contact with me. Unlike the spear, he did not break this weapon. Instead he held onto it and bounced it up and down in his palm. Almost as if he were deliberating what he was going to do with it.

“Jace?” I whispered as I watched Sebastian hold onto the dagger. “Jace?” I repeated as his arm lifted above his shoulders and began to fold slightly behind his back. “Jace!” I screamed and launched myself in front of Jace as the dagger left Sebastian’s hand and entered my back. I heard a scream when my body was thrusted against Jace’s caused from the impact from the dagger.

Jace’s face was white, as was Clary’s. He did his best to hold me up as my legs began to weaken beneath me. “Y/N?” Fear washed over Jace as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened. “Clary, go and alert Alec of the attack.” When Clary was frozen still, he yelled at her again. “Clary now!”

The dagger hurt of course but nothing hurt more than the fact that if I were a couple seconds slower that this would have resulted in a different outcome. One that I did not even want to stomach.

She ran off in the direction of Alec’s office. “Pull it out, Jace. Please, I can not reach it.” I wanted to cry from the pain caused by the dagger but instead I just felt empty. The soring pain rushed throughout my shoulder once the blade was removed. It was lodged between my shoulder blades; however, it was slightly more to the right of my spine which lucky for me means that there should not be too much long-lasting damage. If I had not have reacted in time, the dagger would have been perfectly aligned with Jace’s heart. A risk that I was not going to take.

I knew that Sebastian and Jace had issues, but I did not think they were that bad that Sebastian would try and kill Jace over them.

The entire time Jace had tried his best to keep his cool. To stop himself from wanting to run off and find Sebastian and bury the dagger deep in his heart just like he had intended for him. Jace lifted my legs up and carried me to the infirmary where Isabelle and Max were playing cards in one of the spare beds.

“What the fuck happened!” Isabelle proclaimed as she saw the mess that my shoulder was in. “Who did this?” Max jumped off the bed and started prepping the bed ready for Jace to place me onto. The little boy was worried. I had never seen him look that afraid whenever I was around. He once told me that he always felt safe when he had Jace, Alec, Isabelle, Clary and myself in the room with him. But now he was shaking like a leaf.

“Sebastian.” Jace murmured. “See I told all of you that Sebastian was a creep and no one wanted to listen to me. Turns out he is not a creep, but a complete and utter arsehole.” Jace punched the infirmary door once and then winced at the pain that rushed throughout his hand.

“Language!” Isabelle declared as soon as the word ‘arsehole’ left Jace’s lips. “Max is here!”

“Are we going to just forget the fact that you just said the word ‘fuck’ then?” Jace countered. “When I find the son of a-” Jace looked over at Max before rephrasing himself. “Angel, I will make sure that he does not take another breath. Jace was unnerved by the attack and he was not thinking straight. I have seen him act like this a couple times, but not when it came to considering taking another Shadowhunter’s life, even if it was Sebastian.

“Jace. I am okay. There is no need to go and do that.” I whimper as I attempt to adjust myself on the bed so that I was no longer leaning on top of my wound.

“There you go, defending him again.” Jace snapped. I have seen Jace angry before, but this time he was angry within reason. When he gets like this there is no way anyone can reason with him. “Why the fuck do you do that for. He just tried to kill me but he ended up hurting you instead and you will not let me do anything about it. Sometimes it is like you treat him more like your boyfriend than you treat me.”

“Jace!” Isabelle snapped but Jace brushed her off and stormed out of the room. Isabelle looked sympathetic. I could tell that she was torn over who she should go to, me or Jace. “He does not mean it, Y/N. He is just angry.”

I sigh from the pain, “More reason for you to go after him.” She looked over at me with mixed emotions. “I will be okay. Just make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

She handed me a spare blade that she had in her belt and took off with Max closely behind. Finally, I could be alone and deal with my pain in my own way without any judgements.

***

I looked at the dagger for what must have been 5 minutes. I balanced it in my left hand and watched as the light caught onto the metal. I was in so much pain and I wanted desperately to take the pain away. I scanned the room to ensure that there were no Shadowhunters lurking about as no one would understand the need that I had to do this. I needed to take this pain away, and I could only do it by hurting myself more.

It only took a minute to glide the blade over my arm parallel with the fresh scars. I watched as the blood coated the blade and I felt this rush of overwhelming relief. I let my head fall back onto the cushion and I closed my eyes. I sort of imagine that this is what heroin feels like. A sense of abandonment from the body allowing the soul to feel free. My head buzzed from the loss of blood but it felt good, it felt like my body was cleansing itself.

I let myself think back to the incident. What I could have done differently. But instead of defending Jace, a vision popped into my head that I desperately wished had not. It showed me watching the event happen. But this time, I was further away from Jace. I tried desperately to reach him but it was almost as if I was being held back by something. When I turned my head in the dream, I noticed the snarled face that was Valentine. “Now, now my little prodigy. He told you he wanted to die before anything or anyone hurt you. Let him have his wish. But why he would want to risk his own life for you is unjust. I mean, you’re not even a real Shadowhunter.”

“Y/N? What did you do?” Jace’s voiced boomed in my ears, resulting in my body shooting to an upright position. I sort of panicked when I felt the cool air drag across my arm, revealing the scars that were laid out for him to see, including the fresh one that I made while he was possibly risking his own life trying to defend me.

“Nothing, I didn’t do anything Jace.” I lied clawing at the fabric on my sleeve to bring it down over the marks. Of course, I felt ashamed. I saw the look in his eyes and it made me feel like I had broken the boy that I love.

As fast as I had brought the sleeve down, Jace was at my side bringing it back up. “What the hell is this?” He was pointing directly to the cuts on my flesh. He did not yell at me. His voice was soft and calm. The calmest it probably had been since the incident.

“Jace, I-”

“Babe please do not lie to me. I have eyes, I can see what you have done to yourself. What I want to know is why you did it?” He stared at me and I could tell that he was looking at a completely different person to the one he thought he knew. I searched his person for any sign of blood but there was none. Isabelle must have caught up with him before he could do anything to Sebastian. Well anything bloody that is.

“After everything that I said this morning about wanting to die before I let myself hurt you. While this whole time you have been hurting yourself.” Tears were filling his eyes again and I could not even force myself to look away. “I told you that my life was not worth living if you were not in it. So why are you doing this to yourself.”

I was speechless for a while. It is not that I didn’t have an excuse to tell him. It was that I did not want to lie to him anymore. The words that I had were not going to be enough to fix how broken I had just made the boy I love. I felt my body fighting the urge to react but this reaction was a stranger to me.

“I am not brave.” Were the words that broke through the surface.

“What?”

“This morning, you said you wanted to be brave like me. Only I am not brave. Not even close. From the moment that Valentine did this to me, I was the one who changed. Not only my strengths and abilities, but my emotions to. I became this numb being. A shell of a person who cannot feel things.”

“If you can not feel things, does that mean that you do not love me?” The words were caught in his throat. Trapped behind the tears that were spooling from his eyes. “Did you ever love me?”

“No, Jace. I do love you. That is the one emotion that I know I have. From the moment that I met you I knew that I loved you.”

“How can you know that?” He interrupted.

“I know I love you because every time you get close to me, my heart beats faster. Every time you kiss me, I feel like I belong with you. Every time you say you love me; my cheeks flush and I feel warm in every part of my body. I know I love you because I know that no matter what is broken inside of me, that whenever I am with you, I feel stronger and almost whole. I know that if you are not with me that my whole world will come crashing down. Living is not possible without you. That is why I love you. You make me a better person. Someone who is worth loving.” There was a cold sensation on my hand. I dropped my hand and saw a wet spot that had fallen on top of my skin.

Jace’s hand rose to my cheek, his thumb ran across the space underneath my eye. “I don’t think I have ever seen you cry.”

I shake my head. It was actually happening. I was crying for the first time in years. “That is because this is the first time.” I choke as the tears continue to flood from my eyes. Jace pulled me into him and held me against his chest. “I am so sorry for what I have done.” Within seconds the tears became more rapid and fell quicker from my eyes.

“Can I fix it?” Jace whispered as he reached for his stele from his belt. I shook my head.

“I have tried. Those runes do not work on me.” He kissed my head and continued to hold onto me. “I guess it is the Angels’ punishment for me being the way that I am. For being a reckless and untrue Shadowhunter. When I apply those types of runes all it does is burn and disappear.”

“Will you tell me what is going on? Why you do this to yourself? Maybe if you tell me, then I can make it better and you won’t have to do it anymore?”

I sat there for about an hour explaining it to him and then again to the doctor when he tried to apply the healing rune to my back. I told him about how empty I feel and how hard it was to feel any sort of emotion that made me weak. I told him that love did not make me weak because when I was with Jace I was the strongest person of the planet. That is why I can feel love and nothing else. Jace was understanding but he still looked at me like a frail little girl. “Jace, I am not weak you know.” I looked up at him as my head was resting against his lap. “Now that you know everything about me, I hope you don’t start thinking that I am weak.”

Jace’s head tilted down to look at me directly in the eyes. “I would never think that. I know who you really are.” He whispered, pushing back the strand of hair that had fallen onto my nose.

“Who am I really?” I questioned as I looked up at the man that I knew I loved more than anything in the whole entire world.

“Brave.” He kissed my forehead. “The bravest person I have ever known.”

[bigtittydemonwife]

Eyeless Jack x Reader- Feral

Was it night, was it day?

Was it summer or was it winter?

Was it near Halloween or closer to Easter?

How old were you? 

Had you aged at all?

You had no idea. All you knew was the softness of the bed, the faded blue of the ceiling and the cold chain around your ankle, with enough slack to go to the bathroom and the makeshift kitchen. Which you could barely call a kitchen, just a few counters with a pantry and a fridge. Which you would be grateful for if the only thing in it wasn’t uncooked Ramen. 

What was it that got you here? 

That was you questioned. Everyday while waiting for him to come home you pondered this question. You let it dance in your head like a ballerina with boiling coals in her shoes. 

If you could go back in time and stop yourself. What would you stop yourself from doing?

What got you here?

Would you take a different path home?

Would you go to a different store to eat?

Would you have stayed home and not taken a walk in the park?

But, it wasn’t your routine which got you here. It was your humanity. No matter what you did. He would’ve found you. That fact that your life was normal. Well normal to him at least. Even if you were weird I don't think you could beat a demonic cannibal. 

But maybe it was more than that

Maybe it was the time you helped a little girl when she was lost and crying but ignored by others?

Maybe it was the time you took a lost kitten to a shelter even when it was scratching at you

Maybe it was the time you gave a teen five dollars to get home and take the bus?

Maybe, just maybe. It was all of these. 

Maybe it was the fact that you continuously showed kindness without expecting anything in return. 

He needed that kindness in his life. He needed you. 

That's how you got here. 

That’s why now, you were curled up in a (albeit) comfortable bed, Waiting for a cannibalistic demon boy to come home because he was (̴͇̔́̍Ȯ̵͓̍b̵̛̩̼̓͋s̶̟͍̼̀ę̷̺̅̋s̸̙̥̆s̷̥̈́̈́e̴̛͍̝͖̚d̴̡̈́)̶̰̻̗̇̈́ ) in love with you. 

You heard the front door open and you knew he was home, and for some reason. You relaxed. He had never hurt you before but who's to say he wouldn’t later? 

You knew it was Stockholm syndrome talking. That whenever he wrapped his around you and lay in comfortable silence. Instead of feeling terrified. Or disguised or praying to god for help. You felt safe. Protected. Like with the warm of his chest pressed against your back nothing could ever lay a finger on you.

You were kind, that much was true. And what was much more admirable was that you were kind even to people who didn’t deserve it. People who treated you badly.

Maybe you were just lonely.

Maybe you’d gone so long without the touch of another, without the words laced with affection, without being treated like you’re wanted. Not because you have something they want. But because you are what they want.

Maybe that's why, now. When the cannibal opened the door and walked into the room. Towering over you with an unreadable stance. You felt nothing but desire. Like a wife waiting for their husband to come home. Instead of what it actually was, A captive and its Kidnapper. 

His chest heaved as he stood there. Waiting.

Patting the bed next to you, He finally lay down next to you. Wrapping his arms around your torso. As he pulled you close you closed your eyes. With the light out it was nearly pitch black. Sighing lightly you smiled as you felt his breath ghost against your neck. Then, it dawned on you. To feel that he must've had his mask off. 

You won’t bother denying it. You wanted to know what Jack looked like without his mask. You already knew it wasn't normal. I mean, grey skin, claws and pointy ears. Obviously not human. But still. You needed to know. You wondered about it whenever he left. 

But it was as I said before, Just because he hadn’t hurt you before, didn’t mean he wouldn’t. 

But as sleep draped over itself over you like a blanket. You managed to mumble out the sentence that had been burning in your mind.

“I love you Jack”

Just before you slipped into unconsciousness you heard him speak for one of the few times since you got here

“No you don’t”

Morning he was gone again. But the memory of last night stayed. Of course he didn’t believe you, but could you do to make him believe you? 

You had no idea. 

Time passed on and on, You tried to plan on what you could do. But nothing came to mind. The door was shoved open, breaking you out of your thoughts. You had on idea what was happening but you did know that this was not Jack. Quickly searching around the room for a hiding spot, you saw a key on the kitchen counter. Way too out in the open to be a mistake….Jack was testing you. Running over you picked it up. Dropping the key once in a fit of nervousness you managed to unlock the chain. You stared around, not not knowing where to go now. And in a split moment of nervousness. You ran to the window, smashing it with the end of the chain, it was tiny. But you managed to squeeze yourself out and hide in a nearby bush. 

Listening you heard people run into the room, you heard the yelling about, chains in the basement and someone being there and….your name….fuck. Of course, you were missing of course there’d be people searching..but who reported you? Your boss probably.

Clenching your eyes shut you prayed these people would leave. You just wanted Jack back. 

You didn’t know how long it was...But it finally got quiet. You waited. Till all the cars left the street. Then you crawled back into the window and back to the bed. But then, you realised. The chain was unlocked, and Jack was gonna think you tried to get out, Desperately you tried to shut it back around your ankle. But it must've jammed because it refused to close.

Feeling panic rise in your chest you kept going, shoving down on it harder and harder even when your hand was so numb you couldn’t feel the coldness of the metal anymore. You never liked to cry, but tears threaten to spill. He was never going to trust you now. 

Endless clicking and clunking left the room as tears and saliva both fell down your face, as you stuck your tongue out desperately trying to fix the chain. No progress was made, and not hearing someone coming down the stairs or the front door opening. 

Clenching your eyes shut and gripping your head in frustration, letting more tears and spit slide down you let out a yell

“Damn it damn it damn it DAMN IT!”

A loud thunk terrified you, you realised that someone had fallen down the stairs, debating between getting up and checking and staying, you realised that to would’ve been smarted if you stayed. If you didn't see anything then they might not have a reason to hurt you. Plus Jack might not realise the chain was broken. 

More tears fell as you heard thunks, Someone then ran into the room, someone you didn't recognise wrapped in crime scene tape.  They leaned against the door, heaving in breaths, terrified. Before releasing you were there. Looking up at you. They pointed at you and had trouble speaking

“Y-y-you, you’re, you’re her! The missing girl!”

A growl sounded from the other side of the door, 

“Close your eyes” 

Jack was telling you to do something, and you did it. Clenching your eyes shut and covering your eyes you still heard a loud crack, crunch and then a scream. Waiting a while before opening. And he was gone. There was a big blood stain, but nothing else. 

(Y/F/N) sat on their bed, they missed you. While you had not talked to each other for a while, or had a good ending. But she didn’t want you to go missing. She knew what happens to most females when they go missing. And she’d never wish that on anyone. Staring at the photo of the two of you she was distracted when she heard a loud bang downstairs. Jumping up straight away. She had no idea what had just started. 

The ramen was cold and gross but there was no way you were leaving to get anything else, if Jack came back and you were gone it would break his heart. So bored you tried scratching hangman into the wall with a spoon. Before giving up and going back to your favourite hobby. Staring at the ceiling. You wanted to go upstairs, and explore the house. But again. If Jack saw you out. A sigh left your lips. The blood stain was starting to smell. When you finally heard the stairs creak. You tried to get up, but if you did the chain would fall off. You stared at the door. And just as you thought, Jack came through the door. But something was wrong. His mask was off. 

Black tears streamed from his eyes and to the floor. His teeth were oversized and covered in blood. His tongue was giant and spilling from his mouth and covered in bumps. Which too, was dripping more blood on the floor.

He stared at you. “Look at me (Y/N), you tell me you love me, now be honest. Could you love this? This face? The face of a murderer. The face of a demon, the face of someone who has killed in cold blood. Try Tell me you love me now. But let it be known that you shouldn’t lie. I am here. I am nothing but a cannibal. You’ve been down here all this time. The chain has been broken this whole time. But you stayed. You stayed down here. Even though the key was right there. You didn’t leave. Even when the police came. You hid. But You waited till they left. You waited. You stayed. Why? Even before that, you never complained, you never tried to leave. Were you just tolerating me? If so, why didn’t you leave? You’ve had all the chances!  I have no redeeming qualities. But I do have. My love for you. My need for you. (Y/N). I need you. I need you by me. By my side. With me. I need all of you. You are the only good thing in my life. The rest of my life has been nothing but dreadful darkness. I don’t want to lose the only bright thing I’ve ever had. And I don’t want to lose it. But I need to know if the light was ever on. If it ever shone at all. Or it was just a life in darkness that made me hallucinate light where none was near. Please tell me. Was the light ever shining?”

He stared at you. The room went quiet. Slowly you stood up. Walking toward him, you saw his body stiffen. You stood in front of him, cupping his face with your arms and staring into his eyes. Even though it was nothing but black. You could still feel the emotions. Crashing your lips into his. He stood still. And so did time. Before you wrapped your arms around his neck. And he seemed to snap out of his trance. Feeling him kiss back you finally realised what he had gone through. All the emotions he felt. All the loneliness, Touch starvation, Depression, sadness and anger poured out though one kiss. He held you close. As if he was afraid you were going to slip away. Like you were going to disappear or turn into water, and slip right out of his arms. 

Your feelings started off slow, but slowly blossomed like a tender bruise. Holding his close as well. Equally afraid of losing him. You two stayed and bonded over your love and loneliness. Pouring out emotions and your souls becoming one. 

“I love you” He mumbled against your lips, “I love you”

The rest of the town quiet, No one there, Every house empty, the inhabitants gone, everyone who ever knew or heard of the (Y/N) case. Gone. No one to remember. You needed to stay. And Jack needed you. And no one could take you away, the police made him realise that. So he got rid of the problem. Now he had enough food to last a while. 

[banditthewriter]

Eye of the Hurricane - Charles Vane - 2

I’ve forgotten to post this for the past few days. I’m sorry! Here’s part two.

Warning: Violence against the reader, nothing too bad though. She’s fiesty.

*gif not mine*

Enjoy!

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The ship was called The Ranger. You had heard the name, at least you thought you had heard it before. At the very least you heard it as Anne locked you into the hold.

“Welcome to The Ranger,” she had said before she left you alone.

For some reason you expected the holding cell to be disgusting. Perhaps it was because you had been taught to think of pirates as slovenly and unclean, but the ship was in fairly good condition. There were no bones in the corners, no blood on the walls. Pirates weren’t sitting around and sharpening their knives as they threatened to kill anyone who looked at them.

The hardest part of it all was that these men—and women, apparently—were almost completely normal to you. Some of them were scarred and some, like the man who had come to you in the hold on the other ship, were scary looking. But mostly they were like any other sailors.

Except they didn’t follow the law. They made their own.

At some point you heard the blast of cannons. The sound made you shudder and duck as if to protect your head, but you weren’t under attack. Why would they fire on a ship full of dead sailors? 

And then you felt the familiar rock that told you the ship was sailing away. Away from safety. You were alone and unprotected.

Which meant you needed to protect yourself. Somehow.

You had been sheltered, true enough, but you refused to let that be your downfall. While you might have lived a life of leisure and comfort, you had also spent a lot of time near the ports. You had never fought but you’d seen plenty of sailors fight over the last few years.

You wouldn’t be completely at risk. Somehow you would protect yourself. You weren’t a damsel in distress like you’d read about in so many stories. You would survive this by your own wits and your own strength.

Somehow.

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“You must be hungry,” you heard from above you, startling you from the half asleep state you’d found yourself in.

You lifted your head from your knees and looked to the door. The man named Jack held a wooden bowl in his hand as well as a wooden cup. He pushed them through the bars and waved them each a little bit.

The idea of starving yourself had come up, but you doubted that would make the pirates show you any mercy. If anything they would just consider themselves free of a burden and throw you overboard.

You took the bowl and cup from him before you went over to the low bench that stretched across the wall. It would be nearly impossible to sleep on the wall so you supposed you would have to sleep on the floor. You didn’t worry about that yet though. Instead you looked at the bowl and tried to smother the noise your stomach made in appreciation.

“We have a while before we get back home. We’ll make sure you have necessities but it won’t be as comfortable as what you’re used to.”

He patted his hand on the side of the ship as if he was apologizing for insulting it. You nodded your head and looked back down at the food.

“Someone will be on guard at the door at all times. If you need anything, just ask them to get me. I’m the quartermaster for The Ranger, Jack Rackham.”

You thought about the quartermaster of the ship you had been on, the ship whose name you had never learned. Had Mr. Clemmons suffered before his end? Had he worried about you alone in the hold?

“Thank you,” you finally said as the man was halfway to the door.

Might as well show some manners. If you weren’t a burden to the crew, they would be fine with going through with the ransom. If you caused problems, they’d probably kill you just for the principle of the matter.

Once you were alone, you ate the food quickly. After you had swallowed down the last of the bread and the water, you leaned back against the wall. Soon you would be forced to curl up on the floor and try to at least get a few hours of sleep. It wouldn’t be comfortable but it was all you could do.

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The next few days were measured in meals. It was usually the quartermaster who brought them to you, but sometimes it was the silent Anne. When Jack came in, he’d at least treat you to a few comments. He told you about the weather, gave you a few updates on how long it would take to get to wherever they were headed. Anne was tight lipped and didn’t even respond when you thanked her for the food.

She didn’t look happy to have to bring you the food but after the third time she did it, you had to wonder if her problem wasn’t so much that she was bringing you food but that you were there at all. Every time she came she glared at the cell door, didn’t even look at you. 

You noticed this the time she woke you up. You had pillowed your head on your arm, your dirty dress wrapped around you as much as possible to provide a little warmth. It wasn’t cold in the holding cell but it was damp. Surely by time you reached land you would be sick to your bones.

Anne glared at the cell and the tiny bench that you rarely sat on anymore. Then, as quickly as she had come, she disappeared.

The food was less appetizing when you weren’t starving, but you still ate it all. You knew that you needed all the strength that you could get. Finished, put the bowl and cup next to the bars and went back to your usual seat on the ground.

Jack had informed you that it would take a few weeks to go from where your ship had been attacked to where they were headed. The Ranger had traveled far from its intended course during a bad storm and they had stumbled upon your ship on accident.

Weeks. You’d already sailed on a ship for weeks, but this was different. This ship didn’t offer you any entertainment, any exercise. You were stuck in a tiny cell for weeks.

You had talked about being in a cage with your family but that had been wrong. You’d had a wealth of freedom before this.

The door banged open and you jerked upright to see who it was. Anne came through the room with an armful of what looked like blankets.

“It’s not much,” she said as she carefully pushed the bundle through the bars, “but it’s better than sleeping on the floor.”

A thin pillow that had seen better days and two blankets that were just a bit thicker than your dress. 

“Thank you,” you said as you clutched the items to your chest. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She looked down at you, her eyes barely visible under the hat that she apparently wore everywhere.

Without another word she spun on her heel and marched away from you, out of the room once more.

When it came time for you to go to sleep, you carefully laid out one blanket as a makeshift bed. With the pillow down, you sat down and draped the second blanket over you.

It wasn’t much, like Anne had said, but it was better than what you’d had before. It was better than nothing.

And it was the tiniest glimpse of humanity.

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The waters must have been choppy because the ship seemed to teeter from side to side. You hadn’t been seasick the entire time you sailed before but you could feel the broth from your dinner starting to come up. Your eyes were clenched shut as you tried to breathe through the waves of nausea that washed over you.

The sound of the door smacking against the wall had your eyes shooting back open. At first you thought maybe it had just flown open by the wind that was obviously rocking the ship, but then you saw that it was just dark and the man wore dark clothing.

As he took a few steps into the room, you recognized him. It was the man who had first found you in the cells. He stomped towards you with purpose, barely swaying with the ship as it rocked. 

“We’re taking on a lot of extra danger with you,” he said in a tone that said he didn’t care about that one bit. “I think we should find out if you’re worth it.”

Terror raced through you to the point where you no longer felt sick. You stood up and tucked yourself in the furthest corner of your cell as if that would protect you. He looked at the lock with disdain before he raised a dagger and slammed against the object. It did this twice more before the lock popped open.

The moment he had the cell door open, you took a deep breath and rushed at him. With all the force you had, you slammed into his body and pushed him against the far wall. He stumbled, surprised by your attack and strength. Then you quickly spun to head towards the door, desperate to get away.

Just like the last time he had taken you out of a cell, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed you against a nearby wall. The force made your vision go blurry with tears as your face was bashed into the wall a few more times for good measure.

The man had his body pressed against yours, his breath hot and rank against your cheek as he whispered what he wanted to do to you. That plus his hand fighting with your skirts made your survival instinct kick in even more.

This time you swung back with your elbow, satisfied when you heard a loud crunch of bone. Then you kicked out with your feet, catching the man on his knees and between his legs and stomach. 

Even as a kid you were never allowed to fight with anyone, but you’d watched the sailors fight more than once. This was nothing like that, but even if it wasn’t skilled, it served its purpose. The man had to step away out of range or else he’d get even more injuries from you.

You must have screamed at some point because the door opened during your uncoordinated attack. A body came flying into the room but it wasn’t headed towards you. You recognized the man who had killed Captain Richards as he grabbed your attacker and slammed him against the wall. 

Then you were grabbed from behind. You spun around, ready to keep swinging if necessary, but you were met with the calm face of Anne. She didn’t have her hat on for the first time so her face wasn’t partially blocked. Instead you were met with her steely reserve as she pulled you away from the wall and then out of the hold completely.

“This way,” she said as she directed you up the stairs that would lead to the first deck.

You started to ask why she was leading you out of the hold when you heard screams come from behind you. You fought the urge to look behind you and instead hurried up the stairs.

Fresh air hit your lungs and you nearly doubled over with how happy it made you. You couldn’t see the water from the lower deck you were on, but you could smell it. Of course the wind told you that a storm was coming, hence the rocking you’d felt below.

“She might need a new place to sleep,” Jack said as he came up the stairs as well. 

You hadn’t even seen him down there. Instead you looked between the two of them in an effort for them to let you in on what was going on.

“The captain is less than happy with Trask. He was already pissed that he went after ya on the prize, but this? This’ll get him a lashing in private and on the deck.”

Jack nodded along with Anne.

“He’ll be on his knees with a prayerbook before the end of day.” Jack looked up at the sky and frowned a bit as he added, “At least there’ll be some rain to wash the blood off the deck.”

You felt a shiver go through you at that. It wasn’t just the promise of violence, although that definitely put a chill in the air for you. It was the casual way he referenced one of the men on the crew with him being tortured as if it didn’t bother him at all.

That sliver of humanity you had seen when Anne had given you the blankets had just been yanked away from you. All that was left was the reminder that these were pirates.

You desperately needed to stop trying to think about them in terms that made sense to you. You would never understand these people.

The captain came stomping up the steps until he was level with the three of you. He had blood on his knuckles and shirt, some even on his face. His eyes darted over you quickly before he looked at his quartermaster.

“Get her to my quarters. She’ll have to stay there while Trask is… in recovery.”

Jack nodded. He reached out for you and you stepped closer to him without thinking. He didn’t even have to grab your arm to lead you across the ship to where the captain’s quarters were. 

“Don’t touch anything,” he cautioned as he showed you inside. “Just sit tight for a bit. We’ll get you back to the hold in no time.”

He said that as if it was a comfort to you, but he disappeared before you could respond.

What response did you have really? You could’ve told him that the location didn’t matter as long as you were still being held prisoner. You could’ve told him that you wanted to see what would be done to the man who had attacked you twice now.

Instead you simply sat down in a chair near the desk and gingerly checked your face to see if you were injured from having your face slammed into the wall.

Your nose was sore and there seemed to be a bit of dried blood there. Other than that there didn’t seem to be any proof of what happened.

Just the shaking in your hands and the screams that came from the upper deck a little while later.

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There was a large window along the back of the captain’s cabin. You stared out at the churning waters that The Ranger left in its wake, you mind blissfully quiet for the first time since you had been brought onto the ship.

The door to the cabin opened. The noise drew your attention so you turned to face that direction once more. You expected Jack or Anne, back to bring you to the hold. Instead you saw the man you knew to be the captain.

You still didn’t know his name. 

He barely acknowledged your presence before he walked over to the shelves along the wall. You had looked around the cabin but hadn’t explored, worried that you would get in trouble for being curious. On that wall you had noticed a few large bowls and a bucket that was on the ground nearby. That’s what he went after.

With a cloth in one hand, he squatted down next to the bucket. You watched as he cleaned first his face and then his hands of blood that had been spattered on him. It was probably on his shirt and trousers as well, but he didn’t bother with those. 

When he stood up, you quickly turned your head to look back out of the window. Even though your attention was on the water, you could still hear him move around. As his footsteps stopped, you glanced from the corner of your eye to see where he was.

You jumped as you realized he was right beside you.

He didn’t say anything as he reached out towards you. The movement made you flinch, but he barely hesitated before he continued.

All he did was grab your chin and move your head this way and that. You didn’t like being scrutinized, not by him, so you pulled your chin out of his grasp.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

You shifted minutely away from him.

“As if it matters to you,” you said petulantly.

He stared at you for a long moment before he stood up.

“If you’re injured doing something you know not to, that is your fault. If one of my crew hurts you without reason, it might make my ransoming you back to your family difficult. That matters to me,” he said pointedly.

Reminding you that you were just plunder. It wasn’t your safety or wellness he was worried about; it was the worry for the money you would bring him.

You flexed your hand a bit at the thought. It still hurt from where you had hit Jack the day of the attack. The knuckles still bent so they were just bruised, not broken. That would be an injury that was your own fault.

“Have you thought about the fact that my parents would find any injury to my person as unreasonable?”

He hadn’t looked away from you but you felt as if you were now getting the full brunt of his focus. After being scrutinized from inches away just moments ago, this made you feel even more vulnerable and unable to hide.

“They’ll just be happy that you’re alive.”

He turned away from you, ending the conversation, but he didn’t leave the cabin. Instead he walked over to the desk and sat with his back to the window. 

It put him vulnerable to an attack by you, but you were sure that he had measured you up as not a threat. You had your fists and your feet, but he could probably stop any attack you made on him without even paying attention. 

You had been sorely unprepared for this type of freedom. Not that you assumed most gently reared ladies were taught how to fight and defend themselves, but it wasn’t the first time that you had felt weak and helpless. 

If you made it out of this, you would make sure that you were never weak and helpless again.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there quietly while he looked over the log on the desk. Long enough that the sky started to darken even more. There were so many clouds out that you couldn’t see any stars in the sky. There was barely enough light from the moon to see the tumultuous waves.

“What’s your name?” You looked over at the captain as you said it, curious as to how he would respond. When all he did was turn his head enough to let you know you had his attention, you repeated yourself. “Your name. Surely I’m allowed to know the name of my kidnapper.”

There was a barely there smirk before he turned his head away from you again.

“Charles Vane.”

It almost sounded familiar. You wondered if you had heard the name before, if it had been spoken with the same quiet awe and fear as such like Blackbeard and Flint. You wondered if he knew those more infamous pirates.

With that you tucked your feet under you on the window seat and turned more fully towards the glass. He would have you escorted back to the hold soon but you wanted to enjoy your almost freedom while you could.

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A loud noise woke you, your body bolting upright in fear as you remembered your circumstances. As you looked around, you noticed that you were still in the captain’s quarters instead of the hold. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you must have laid down at some point. 

A loud crack of thunder made you look to the window. It must have been the noise that woke you. Lightning flashed every so often, illuminating a severe storm. It was then that you noticed that the ship seemed to be rocking more than it had before, the waves making the journey even more dangerous.

Barely half awake, you stumbled from the cushioned bench you were on and towards the door. It didn’t occur to you until you had already opened it that it could be locked. 

Instead you found yourself stepping onto the lower deck where rain and sea water came down in buckets. Your feet became soaked through your shoes, the front of your dress becoming drenched quickly. You held a hand up to shield your eyes as you tried to make out the shapes that moved on the deck.

Orders were shouted from all directions, trying to keep the ship moving and upright. You’d heard that it was best to try to ride through the storms rather than to wait them out, so that must be what they were doing. While you spent a lot of time on deck during the day before you were kidnapped, you’d never seen them during a storm like this.

A gust of wind seemed to push you sideways, away from the door you had just come through. Your body smacked into a wall and you grabbed hold of the wood as best you could. More water poured down onto the lower deck where you were. 

If this continued, they’d need to bail out the lower half of the ship just to stay afloat.

You heard a scream and turned your head in time to watch someone be swept over the side with a massive wave. You gasped and rushed that direction, your feet slipping through water until you got to the rail. With one hand on the rail and the other on a rope that was tied to it, you looked down into the sea below.

Not even the lightning was enough to help you see more than blackness. The white of the water as it crashed against the side of the ship was turned gray in the darkness.

And the man, whoever it was, was beyond sight or help.

A second wave crashed against the side of the ship causing it to almost teeter to the side. You grasped the railing and closed your eyes as water rushed over you, seeping through your clothes and stealing your breath. You tried to spit as much back out but it still took a moment to catch your breath.

A moment was all it took for another wave to come. This time you were trying to swallow a lungful of air and instead got a lungful of seawater. You fell to your knees to cough up the water, fingers scrambling uselessly against the wet wood of the deck.

Hands grasped your arms and hauled you upwards. With rainwater, seawater, and the wind stinging your eyes, you could barely make out the fuzzy outline of the captain.

And then his voice was in your ear.

“Are you an idiot?”

You didn’t even feel offended at the question as he dragged you across the deck. The only thing that had come to your mind was the man who had gone over.

“Someone went over and–”

You were tugged down a few steps and then almost thrown into the cabin you had just recently vacated.

“And you wanted to follow them? No good would come from your death.”

There was no time left for you to respond before he spun back around to leave. This time when the door slammed behind him you heard the silent threat. At least for the time being, this was your new cage.

This was for your safety though. Charles had dragged you to the cabin to protect you from the storm, especially since you were so vulnerable next to the rail. You could’ve gone over the side like the man you had seen.

But like Charles had said, no good would come from your death. He wouldn’t be able to collect ransom for you if you were in the sea. That was the real reason he had saved you.

You probably should still be grateful. Later, once the storm was over.

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The captain burst into the cabin a while after the storm had lessened on the other side of the glass window of your new cage. The suddenness of his entrance caused you to jerk upright once more from your spot curled up on the window seat. 

You expected more lectures about putting yourself in harm's way. Perhaps even a few more threats, thinly veiled or not. 

Instead he was silent as he went over to a chest in the corner. He pulled out dry clothes and threw them onto his desk. 

Surely he wouldn't… but he did.

He untucked his shirt from his trousers and threw it into a heap on the floor. Next he sat down on the edge of the desk to tug off one boot and then the other. As his hand went to his belt and the top of the trousers, you quickly turned your head back towards the window. 

You shouldn't have watched as long as you had. It wasn't proper. Kidnapped by pirates or not, you couldn't forget yourself. You were still your father's daughter. 

But you couldn't stop thinking about that glimpse of his chest. It wasn't the first bare chest you'd seen, but this was different.

You just weren't sure why it was different.

There was a scar on his chest, a peculiar shape that said it wasn't an injury from his pirating. It almost looked like some sort of brand.

Did pirates brand themselves? Was it how you knew which crew they were on? 

You weren't about to ask. 

Once he stopped making so much noise, you cast a quick glance to the side. He was dressed, mostly. His shirt had a vee so low that it was closer to a vest.

Something soft hit your arm. You looked down to see a blanket of some sort on your lap. 

When you looked up, he merely raised an eyebrow at you. You unfolded the blanket and draped it over your shoulders. 

You hadn't even noticed that you were shivering until that moment. 

"You put yourself at risk tonight. You put my crew at risk."

"Your crew?" You sputtered the words out, anger in your voice. "I was only on the deck because I saw one of your crew get swept overboard."

Charles stepped closer. 

"Think you could save him, did you?"

You tugged the blanket a little further around your shoulders. In truth you hadn't given it any thought when you rushed to the railing when the man went over. It wasn't that you had a plan, it was just instinct. 

When you didn't answer, Charles scoffed and turned away from you. 

"Some of my men would get themselves killed trying to protect you."

That surprised you. You turned your body a bit and put your feet down on the floor, your shoes squishing under you. 

"I know. If I die, you can't ransom me."

He turned to lean against the desk and stare at you. 

"Not just that. You're a beautiful woman. A man has been known to do the unthinkable for a pretty face."

You weren't sure how to respond to that. It wasn't just the compliment that he paid you, although that definitely took you by surprise. It was also the almost careless way he said it.

"I shall try to keep myself safe then. To keep your men from doing the unthinkable and protecting your ransom."

Charles smirked openly at you then. 

"You have fire in you. More than expected from the daughter of a Norfolk businessman."

You had a feeling you would need to feed that fire if you were to survive this misadventure of yours. How else does one survive pirates?

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