#sorry you get the rushed one with the crappy light

[seirindono]

SHARE THE ART YOU DID OF MY BOIS SUN AND MOON PLS!!! BITH FNAF SECURITY BREACH AND TMNT ARE MY FAVORITE

Hm... Alright. I'll make an exception just this once.

But you only get to see one ( ´ ꒳ ` )

(Tradi ink straight out from last year's sketchbook lol never had the time to redo it on photoshop so I just added some color filters and boom)

[moon-my-beloved]

neighbors (tf141 x fem! reader)

part I: first impressions

tw: mentions of crappy parents, angst, and reader being absolutely terrible at socializing. that’s all babes - xoxo

you really weren’t sure why you were so.. anxious.

ever since encountering your (undeniably ethereal) neighbors arrive, you became a little more self-conscious when getting out of the house. that same day, you had carefully and quietly made your way towards auntie lotties house once you were in the clear that the men would not be coming outside any time soon.

“oh dear! what’s got you in such a hurry, luv?” auntie lottie had said in shock, letting you into the comfort of her home and ushering you to sit down while she got you a glass of water.

“i think I’ve just made a fool of myself,” you said in dejection, telling her of the shit show you just did upon meeting your neighbors. a hearty chuckle making itself known once the older woman came back with the glass of water she had promised.

“don’t be silly, they probably didn’t even see you! besides, you will eventually talk to them sooner or later.”

you didn’t even want to think about the possibility of bumping into them any time soon. what would you even say? ‘hey I’m your neighbor from across the street. sorry you caught me peeping at you all like some fucking creep.”

in hopes of just keeping your mind off of the men that have been haunting your thoughts, you asked auntie lottie if she had any new ideas for her her next recipe in which you were grateful for when the woman spent most of your stay ranting about a new sponge cake recipe she had seen.

you spent most of your evening with auntie lottie and the sun had already set down by the time you bid your goodbyes to her. the crisp, fresh air blowing on your skin making you sigh in containment as you make your way back home. the sky was clear today, lifting your head up just enough to see how the stars twinkle against the night sky and how the moon cascaded a small glow over the land with how bright it looked. you don’t realize you’ve already arrived to your destination before another rush of cold air snaps you out of your haze.

living by yourself feels great, there’s no questioning that. but you can’t help at times feel that daunting feeling of loneliness claw its way to your mind and make your heart ache in wanting to at least come back home to someone. that desire to be wanted.

your family was a lost cause. practically forgetting all about you once you turned eighteen and went to college. no text messages or phone calls were ever heard from them throughout all those years. small christmas cards being sent here and there that read, “we hope you’re doing well. - mom and dad. friends? they were all living their own lives. building themselves an actual family with their soon-to-be husbands or wife’s. some of them already having kids of their own. you were too scared, too aware of yourself to taint them with any unwanted things. you were never good with people.

god you sound pathetic.

shaking your head a bit, you make your way up the small steps and take out your keys, daring to take a small glance at the house across from you. your eyes catch a small light coming from one of the windows, the silhouette of people walking by visible even though the curtain.

you wonder what they did for work. lottie hadn’t mentioned anything of what they do. from the looks of it, it’s definitely something that keeps them away from home for long periods of time.

your brainstorming is cut off short, eyes widening a bit when someone from the other side of the window suddenly stops in front of it. without a second to waste, you hurriedly make your way inside. your heart pounding out of your chest as you lean your back against the door.

fucking hell.

you had been avoiding them like the plague. successfully staying away from any unwanted attention even when you sometimes caught glimpses of chocolate eyes and mohawk taking their morning run while getting ready for work. ignoring the way your face burned up in shame.

or even at times when you would see skull face reading a book with mutton chops. tea on their sides as they enjoyed the sound of birds chirping and wind chimes bumping against each other with every gust of wind.

they all looked so.. content. and for some reason you just knew they were a family. one with each other with the way they maneuvered themselves with one another. so natural.

nevertheless, you were doing a great job… until you weren’t.

you had been getting off your shift when you decided it was a good idea to do a small grocery run. with the holidays coming and the weather becoming increasingly colder by the days, you needed to stock up before there was nothing left.

so here you were. a coat over your shoulders, still in your work clothes and heels digging into your feet uncomfortably. pushing a cart and checking off items from your list as you went.

stores were busy during this time of year. christmas songs were played through the speakers along with decorations filling every corner of the store. kids bustling around their parents in excitement with every toy they pointed out to.

by the time you were done checking off the last item from your list, you were exhausted.

“maybe a small treat would be nice..” you mutter to yourself, making your way to the snack aisle and barely making it past the corner before a scottish accent calls out your name.

you pause abruptly, turning your head to the sound as your eyes widened in utter shock when realization dawns at you.

two of your neighbors were standing there, just a few feet from you. mohawk giving you a wolfish grin while waving a teasing hand at you. the other man sending an apologetic smile your way for his friends behavior. god he was so much prettier up close.

“that’s ye right?” only being able to nod as his large body makes its way towards your direction. ocean eyes pinning you down in place with the way they roam around you, analyzing you. he wore a leather jacket, white shirt underneath that did nothing but enhance the way his chest stretched over the material. he wore a nice pair of jeans, topping of his outfit with a pair of black boots. he definitely had that bad-boy style look to him.

“way to make a lady feel comfortable mactavish. I’m sorry about him, luv. auntie lottie had mentioned us having a new neighbor and wanted to put a face to the name. I’m kyle, by the way, and this dog here is johnny.” the pretty man said, earning a small scoff from johnny, grumbling something about kyle not being any better than him. he wore a nice umber coat accompanied by a black turtleneck underneath. black slacks adoring his legs and a nice pair of chelsea boots. you would not even question if he was a model.

shit, you had been staring for too long, barely finding your voice before uttering something that sounded at least somewhat normal.

“I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner, I don’t really get out much.” a nervous chuckle making its way past your lips as you try so hard to not make it so obvious of how you’ve been the one avoiding them this whole time.

“‘na need tae apologize bonnie. jus’ glad we caught ye jus’ in time. a’m sure tha’ other lads would love tae meet ye.” a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that can only be described as up-to-no-good with the way he’s staring at you.

“what he means is if you would like to come over some time, meet the rest of the team.” a charming smile plastered against his perfect lips that you don’t have it in your heart to say no. (not like you were going to in the first place)

you exchange numbers with johnny and kyle not missing the way their lingering gazes stay on you even after they leave.

sweet treat long forgotten.

a/n: we finally meet half of the boys RAAAA. i hope you guys like this chapter and if there’s anything that should be fixed like my god awful interpretation of scottish accent, please let me know! 😭 enjoy mis amores! <3

[eyrina-avatar]

Bioluminescent cum

neteyam x fem reader (aged up ofc)

warning: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut, read the title 2+2 is not 5

no use of y/n

just a quick little drabble I thought of so forgive my crappy writing. super rushed, not the best and not proofread.

made for @pandorxxx 🫣

Based on these three posts lol:

1💜 and 2💜 and 3💜

┆彡

Neteyam had been fucking you for the last 20 minutes already.

"Ngh, I can't" you squirmed, already feeling overstimulated as he thrusted inside of you.

"Just one more time baby, please? I know you have it in you" he whined as his dick hit your walls

"Al- alright" you managed out as your breasts bounced up and down. Your back was on the forest floor and Neteyam had been rutting into you, trying to make you reach your 5th orgasm of the night. It was dark and all you could see was the night sky, the flora glowing around you and the freckles of your lover as he made his love to you.

"Shit, I'm almost there. Hold on a sec- okay?" Neteyam caressed your cheek as he quickened his pace. He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head as he moved his lips to your chest and gave them a quick peck.

"Nete, I'm abo- I'm about to comeee" you let out a moan as your head fell back and you clenched around your lover as your high fell over you. You held onto him, nails scratching his back as your mind grew blank and little stars blurred your vision during your fucked out state.

"Fuck, wait. Don't do that or I'll cum inside of you" Neteyam let out a groan. His hips slammed against yours as his breathing grew quick.

"ah, ha- getting close" the movement of his hips grew sloppy and all of a sudden he pulled out of you. You raised your head and opened your mouth, getting ready for his release.

He gave your chest a lite pat "No, no right here love" he gave himself a few pumps as he finished himself off and painted your breasts with the seed of his cock, now painting your figure with a white glow. His milk now dripping from your breasts and adding light to your bodies as it flowed from your chest down to your thighs.

"Fuck, maybe I'll paint your insides after all" Neteyam let out a smirk as he flipped you over, positioning you on all fours.

"You said one last time!" you let out a yelp, as he pushed himself into you again.

"Couldn't help it" he grinned from ear to ear as he slammed into you again. "I promise this will will be the last one. For tonight.."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

lmao, this came out so bad, sorry

Hope you enjoyed lol (@ anyone reading this)

as always do not steal my work and pls don't post it on ao3 or wattpad

© eyrina-avatar

💙

[raeofsunrise]

skate to me

pairing: clapton davis x gn!reader

summary: !BASED OFF A REQUEST I FORGOT TO ATTACH THIS TO! clapton was absolutely astonished when he saw that the person who skated right by him in the hallway was right here, next to him, in his science class.

warnings: light cursing, i think?? i’m not fucking sure at this point

word count: 1.0k

author’s note: so sorry it took me like a whole month to get back! 😭this has been crazy ass couple of months, and i just couldn’t get anything out if i tried. i honestly think that i might take a break on writing for clapton and characters like mike, simply because i don’t think i have any motivation to write for them. i don’t wanna let you guys down, but i also don’t wanna write crappy fics, either. i’ll say on a separate post who i’ll be writing for. thanks so much for your guys support! and with that, enjoy ☆

clapton thought he was the only one who skated through the hallways of grizzly lake highschool. it wasn’t like he gatekeeped it or anything, but it was his thing. and everyone knew that.

so when he felt you brush against him in the hallway this morning, he barely got a glimpse of your shoes and purple hoodie before you skated away. it frustrated him—

wait, skated?

he thought he was crazy. he had to have hallucinated those rollerskates. but the sound when you rushed by him, those had to have been rollerskates. but nobody else but him did that. that was his thing. besides his ego being a bit affected, he was more excited than anything. maybe he could make a new friend. he’d never met anyone else who skated, especially at school. but where did you go? no, more importantly, what class were you in? clapton was not famous for being patient, so this would be difficult.

he begrudgingly made his way to science class, upset that he might not see you until passing period, where the hallway would be filled with what felt like thousands upon thousands of people. no way he was gonna see you during that. and if he tried to find you during lunch? he’d definitely look like a total creep. so this was a lose lose situation. he’d never be able to talk to the stranger with the skates.

this made clapton’s walk to class even more frustrating. throughout the whole day, all he could hope for was to hear your skates against the ground. but he didn’t. not once. it was the end of the day, and he was heading to his last class. clapton was just about done with everything when he saw a pair of skates next to a desk. and just above that desk was a purple hoodie. and even more above that was probably the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen.

he was practically just standing and staring in the doorway. of course you weren’t staring back at him, he thought. you were busy listening to music and getting ready for class, getting your notebooks and everything.

clapton didn’t move until another student shoved him out of the way so they couldd get through, muttering something under their breath in the process. clapton couldn’t care less, though. because there was an open seat next to you and what perfect timing was it that he was the only person who hadn’t sat down yet? this coincidence made him believe that maybe there was a god. maybe it was you.

his mood an entire 180 from how it was less than 2 minutes ago, he sat down right next to you, waiting for you to notice him like an excited child.

not noticing someone had sat next to you, you weren’t expecting someone to be right next to you. normally, as far as first days go, people liked to haze the new kid. so someone looking eager to talk to you was not a good sign.

“hi,” you say slowly, going to look at him.

“hey there, gorgeous.” he said. as soon as that came out of his mouth he knew that was a big yikes. (ayo?? 😟)

your eyes widened. what the hell was his problem?

“woah, coming off a little strong there, aren’t we?” you ask.

how could he save this already trainwreck of a conversation? if he could even call it that.

“sorry, don’t know why i said that. i just, uh,”

shit, shit, shit! think of something clapton!

“you skate, right? that’s pretty cool. i do, too.” he held up his skate board.

still suspicious and not at all buying this “no ill-intentions” act, you pull your skates closer to your desk.

“yeah, i do.”

he continues, “well i just thought that since we both skate we could—“

but he was cut off, as class had apparently started while you two were conversing and your teacher was not happy with either of you.

clapton heard the teacher say both of your last names, followed by a very stern “detention!”

this wasn’t anything surprising to him, but one look at you told him that this was not how you were expecting your first day to go.

you rolled your eyes and shot him a dirty look.

“thanks a lot, davis.”

so instead of a trainwreck, his attempt to talk to you was a total and complete fuck-up.

great.

——————

the end of class came painstakingly slow, and he saw you hurrying to head out so you didn’t have to walk to detention with him. i mean, could he blame you. he practically screwed over your entire day.

clapton always took himself as an optimist, so maybe he could still save this. right?

as you put on your skates, unaware that this might land you in even more trouble, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.

there was nobody else left in the classroom besides you and the person who you did not wanna see. so you turn around, and with no surprise, there was the douche who landed you in detention.

“oh, are you here to get me suspended, too?” you ask.

he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“yeah, i deserve that. sorry about all…this, by the way. i really didn’t mean for you to get in trouble.” he said.

damn, you thought. he’s not a bad actor.

you smiled a not-so-friendly smile back at him. “sure, you didn’t.”

you try to skate away and out of the classroom, but he catches up to you on his skateboard.

“no, seriously! i just wanted to talk to you. i’ve never met anyone who also skates, and i just thought you were really cool and pretty and—“

you stopped skating ahead of him a while ago, but he didn’t notice that, so he kept skateboarding right into an open locker’s door.

you let out a laugh that definitely let every teacher in the vicinity know you weren’t where you were supposed to be right now, but you couldn’t help it.

clapton got up, rubbing the side of his face.

you walk up to him and pat him on the cheek.

“okay, i believe you.” you say, crossing your arms afterwards.

he lets out a smile that you’re pretty sure you’re gonna have to get used to.

“anything i can do to make it up to you?” he asks.

you take off your backpack and shove it in his arms.

“carry this for me?” you say.

“that’s the least i can do.”

[spartanguard]

when Emma falls in love [from the vault]

Summary: When Emma falls in love, I know that boy will never be the same | When she came to Storybrooke, finding love was the farthest thing from Emma's mind. Until she started to get to know Ian, the bartender down at the Rabbit Hole. A crush is the last thing she needs—not when she's in the middle of a murder investigation and her son keeps talking about curses. Or maybe it's exactly what both of them need. [Inspired by "When Emma Falls In Love" by Taylor Swift] A/N: This is the next in my series of fics inspired by Taylor Swift's vault tracks (mostly from Speak Now (Taylor's Version), but there will be more!). Wanted to post this before we all died from TTPD tomorrow ;) I think this is also my favorite of the ones I've written so far; hope you like it, too! And, as always, thank you to @optomisticgirl for being the best beta ever. rated T | 6.2k words | AO3

When the door swung open, Emma was half expecting it to be someone from downstairs yelling at her to stop her pacing; too many years living in crappy apartments had done that to her. But it was just Mary Margaret, coming home from work.

That said— “Uh, you okay? If you pace any harder, you’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” her roommate remarked.

“Ugh, sorry,” Emma answered, taking a seat at one of the barstools at the counter. “It was that or attacking the toaster again.”

“You didn’t get fired again, did you?” Mary Margaret asked as she set a bag of groceries on the counter. “‘Cause last I checked, you were your own boss.”

Emma scoffed. “No; just…other stuff.” She swallowed. “Boy stuff?” (She wasn’t sure why she said it like it was a question, other than the fact that she’d never been one to talk about relationships or anything—never had anyone she could talk to about that, so she wasn’t sure if this was the right way to start.)

“Well, that’s convenient,” Mary Margaret said, and reached into the paper sack. “I bought wine,” she finished, pulling out a cheap screw-top bottle of rosé.

“Might need more than that.”

“Good thing I got two,” she answered, producing another.

They curled up at opposite ends of the couch, not even bothering with wine glasses. After a few (hefty) sips, Mary Margaret looked at her pointedly and Emma was suddenly very aware of why her students respected her so much. “Okay. Spill.”

Emma sighed, but obliged. “Okay, you know the bartender down at the Rabbit Hole?”

“Not well, but I know who he is. Ian, right?”

“Yeah, Ian Johnson. He, uh…I mean, I…” She hummed. “I think I like him.”

“Oh my god, you sound like one of my fifth graders,” Mary Margaret replied. “You’re attracted to him? Or maybe a little more?”

Emma took another pull from her bottle. “Maybe a lot more.”

“I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

(His ass was fantastic, but that was beside the point.) “But…you know how I am. My history. It hasn’t really been that long since Graham…” She still had a hard time saying died.

“I know,” Mary Margaret said softly. “No one says you have to rush into anything. But if you’re feeling something, it doesn’t hurt to pursue it. Especially if he seems to reciprocate.”

Well, that was her other conundrum, wasn’t it: did he? Much like her, he wasn’t really prone to showing emotion—not noticeably, at least; he wore an air of apathy as well as he did his dark-wash jeans. In fact, she didn’t give him much thought after she first met him—when she’d been called to the bar to drag Leroy to the drunk tank on one of her first overnight shifts as a deputy. 

She’d definitely seen him, though; Ian was certainly easy on the eyes—perfectly disheveled hair above light blue eyes, just the right amount of gingery stubble, and a hint of chest hair visible through the open vee of his appropriately tight henley—but her thoughts towards him didn’t go deeper than the surface. She also hadn’t missed the quick once-over he gave her, though she couldn’t tell if it was in appreciation or merely assessment.

It wasn’t until her following visit (Leroy’s next trip to the station’s overnight accommodations) that he did more than hum at her, but there was very little effort in the casual pickup line he threw at her (and she did her damnedest to ignore the lilt of his foreign accent).

She knew his kind—or so she thought: the type of asshole who hid behind a pretty face and a quick come-on and that was all it took to get into a girl’s pants. Frankly, that was something she’d fallen for a few too many times, but not here—not in Storybrooke. Not when Regina was constantly looking for a reason to send her out of town (even if she won that sheriff election fair and square, Gold’s involvement notwithstanding) or limit her time with Henry.

It wasn’t until the first time she got a call at the bar after Graham died that she exchanged more than passing pleasantries with him. Ian wasn’t the first to express his condolences, but he was the first to say, “It’s just not fair.” That was exactly how she felt, too. And that’s when things started to shift between them.

(Apparently, he and Graham went way back—he didn’t specify how far, but it sounded like a while, the kind of vague forever that seemed prevalent in such a small town. Graham had helped him out of a few scrapes, and vice versa. “He was a good man,” Ian had concluded. “Seems those always go too soon.” It felt like there was more to go with that statement, but then “Only the Good Die Young” had come on the jukebox and it was a little too on the nose and she had to get out of there.)

But it really took a turn the night he intervened while she was breaking up a bar fight, getting in the way of a drunken punch meant for her and taking it in the cheek instead. (That was also the night she finally noticed his left arm ended not in a hand, but a prosthesis, as she made the assailant wait in the squad car while she put together an ice pack for Ian’s face; she also found out that night that he mixed a mean whiskey sour.)

So they were…she wasn’t sure if they could really say “friends” after that—not quite a team, either; allies, maybe? Whatever it was, it was definitely something she needed. 

She started to run into him at Granny’s after that. The first time, she was getting her morning coffee before heading into the station; he was getting some tea before heading home after closing the bar. Then they’d see each other at lunch hour; if the diner was full, they shared a booth. But then that became something of a habit, too, on the days he didn’t close and she didn’t work overnight (though they eventually started another of sharing a drink at the end of their late-night shifts).

Admittedly, it was a little awkward at first; Emma had never been great at the whole small-talk thing (and even worse at the making-friends thing)—but on the bright side, so was he. She found out little things, like when a favorite song would come on (“Behind Blue Eyes” was up there, unsurprisingly/heartbreakingly), or when she’d ask for a liquor recommendation (rum—always rum). She let slip at one point how much she enjoyed Motown, and he quickly picked up on her hot chocolate order.

More solid information came to light later; as she’d guessed, he was a loner, too—no family left, and had drifted around England and the US until he ended up in Storybrooke, somehow. He made an appreciative comment about her being a fellow jailbird over a beat-up copy of that awful article in the Mirror, but his face fell when she mentioned how old she’d been—a rare emotional moment for him. (But not as intense as when she’d commented on the tattoo on his forearm late one night, and the unmistakable look of loss took over; all they could do at that point was make a toast to living through heartbreak.)

It was…she didn’t want to say easy, but it was nice—there were no expectations, no responsibilities. Just the pleasure of each other’s company, and a sense of kindred comraderie. 

She was also aware, but ignoring the fact, that the less she knew, the better. There was less chance that he was lying to her or holding something back; less chance for him to get disappointed in who she was. (Less chance to be hurt.) 

“He does, right?” Mary Margaret’s question dragged her back to the present. 

Which brought Emma to the downside of being attracted to someone whose walls abutted hers: it was hard to get a read on what was going on in his head, especially when he wasn’t outwardly expressive (more than when they first met, but it was still rare). All she could do was shrug at her roommate and take another pull of wine. 

“Yeah, he’s always come off as kind of aloof,” Mary Margaret agreed. “Not altogether unfeeling—more like, not a lot?”

Emma was the last person to make any comments there. What was it she’d said to Graham? “Not feeling anything is an attractive option when what you're feeling sucks.” They both had reason enough for that. 

“But it looks like you’ve gotten closer to him than anyone in a while,” her roommate went on, “and vice versa?”

“More or less,” Emma conceded. “Present company notwithstanding.”

“I’m honored. And you know what I say about hope,” she answered. 

Emma did, but wasn’t sure she was ready to say she was that far in. She extended the end of her bottle to Mary Margaret, who clinked her own against it in solidarity. 

By the end of the night, she had no further clarity on the situation and the beginnings of a hangover. Maybe she was overthinking it—or maybe it wasn’t even worth overthinking; it’s not like these things ever worked out in her favor anyway.

But…she did keep thinking about hope. 

———.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.———

Her friends eventually dragged her out to the Rabbit Hole for a girls’ night. They’d cited the fact that she missed all the excitement on Valentine’s Day, with Ashley’s engagement, so she needed to make up for it. 

Despite still being new to the whole having-female-friends thing (having any friends, really), she had fun. Ian poured the drinks strong and sent more than a few small, sideways grins her way as he watched her dance with the others. She was hoping her subsequent blush could be blamed on exertion or alcohol, except—

“Oh my god,” Ruby yelled at her as they returned to their booth for a refreshment. “Just go screw him already.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve been eye-fucking the bartender all night! Go do something about it!”

Well, now her cheeks surely matched her bright red dress—and, to make it worse (or better, Ruby would probably say), when she glanced over at Ian a moment later to see if he’d heard, he was smirking and raised an eyebrow as soon as she caught his eye.

(They hadn’t crossed that line yet but—it had been close. She’d been all too aware of the proximity of their lips when she was helping him shut down last week and they’d collided in the back hall—her hands on his firm chest, his coming to her waist, the dart of her eyes to his mouth—she’d basically sprinted out of there.)

There was definitely an itch to scratch, but she wasn’t about to go there with him. Because she knew, with him, it would be so much more than that. (And if he didn’t reciprocate…that would be even worse.)

“So I hear you’ve been hanging out with the bartender,” Regina asked her one day after she dropped Henry off at the mayor’s house.

Emma shrugged. “I guess,” she answered, downplaying whatever it was they had—if only because she had a feeling Regina would find a way to weaponize it. 

(Also, he was good with Henry—like, really good, maybe even better than she was. For someone who didn’t appear to care much about…anything, he always seemed to brighten and engage so much more around her kid whenever they ran into him at Granny’s. He even indulged Henry’s theories about the “curse”, but her son hadn’t decided who Ian was in this supposed other life. Emma didn’t have any ideas, either, if only because that meant Ian was the one person safe from Henry’s childlike scrutiny.)

“Even with everything he’s done?”

That got her attention. “What has he done?”

“More like what hasn’t he done; you’re the sheriff—you could look up his rap sheet. He’s got some blood on those hands—well, hand. Has he even mentioned how that happened?”

“No,” Emma said stiffly. “He hasn’t.”

“I don’t suppose he’s mentioned anything about his ex either, then. Who was married.”

“Uh, no.”

“Well, maybe you should look into it—so you can be aware of just who you’re allowing around my son.”

The mayor pointedly closed the door at that, leaving Emma alone with her thoughts—never a good combination. She was mulling it over on the drive to the station—how much did she actually believe what Regina was saying? 

But her curiosity was too piqued to let it rest. She felt like the biggest asshole, but after she got settled for the start of her shift, she ended up in the records room, particularly in front of the drawer labeled H–J.

As much as she didn’t want to—she had to know. She slid the drawer open and dug through the folders, until she found the one near the back labeled Johnson, Ian Brennan.

It was thick.  His ‘jailbird’ comment from a while back returned to her; she thought he’d been joking at the time.

She didn’t look inside until she was in her office, with the door shut—not that she expected any visitors, least of all him (he was working anyways), but she still felt like she was doing something wrong, even if she had perfectly legal access to these files.

She took a deep breath and flipped it open.

Ian was glaring at her from the photo paper-clipped to the stack of forms—a bit younger, a bit angrier than the man she knew, with a fire in those blue eyes she’d never seen, even from behind a layer of guyliner and shaggy bangs. 

Beneath it, typed out, it listed his name, birthdate (although the year was smudged beyond recognition), that he was born in England, and a charge for drunk driving.

The next sheet: illegal possession of a firearm.

The next several that followed included a handful of drug-related charges, mostly involving the transporting of them.

The last page said manslaughter.

She slammed the folder shut and threw it in the empty bottom drawer of her desk.

In vain, she tried to pretend she hadn’t seen it. Maybe someone planted it there? She wouldn’t put it past Regina, though as to why, she couldn’t guess. The comments about an affair, though—she’d done the whole dating-a-married-guy thing; it hadn’t ended well, but it still wasn’t something she was keen on.

For the next week or so, she managed to avoid him—took all her Granny’s orders to go; sent Ruby to deal with anything at the bar; and one time, ran down an alley when she saw him coming the opposite way down the sidewalk. (She didn’t say she was mature about it…or subtle.)

When she got home later that week, there were two bottles of rosé on the counter again. “My turn,” Mary Margaret said, handing one over.

Was infidelity just a thing here? Because now her roommate was dealing with it, too. Emma’s opinion of David wasn’t the highest at the moment—he couldn’t string her best friend along and stay with his wife—but the longer Mary Margaret pursued this, the more heartache it was gonna cause.

“Thanks for talking to me about it,” she said, halfway through the bottle. “What about you? How are things with Ian?”

Emma took a long, long drink. 

“Gotcha,” Mary Margaret said knowingly.

———.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.———

It came to a head when she was in the station one morning, having arrived to her shift early in order to avoid seeing him at the diner. She was dealing with some paperwork when she heard the front door open. “In here,” she called out, assuming it was Regina telling her off for something she hadn’t done right. Footsteps approached. “What would you like to yell at me about today, Madam Mayor?” she asked sarcastically.

“I hadn’t planned on yelling, but I did want to ask why you’ve been avoiding me.”

Oh shit. Ian was there in the doorway, a coffee cup and bag from Granny’s in his hand, and a serious set in his stare.

“I haven’t,” she lied, then turned back to the computer screen (not that it was doing anything—it still ran Windows 98, after all). “I’ve just been busy.”

“See, I’m actually quite perceptive,” he replied, then stepped forward to set the foodstuffs on the corner of her desk. “And this? This is avoiding.”

She closed her eyes and sighed. “Yeah,” she had to admit. They’d always been honest with each other, even if they’d clearly withheld some things. And given how poorly her attempted lie a moment ago went, it would be dumb to try to again.

“What is it, love? Did I do something wrong?”

She opened her eyes to look up at him, and regretted it—he looked genuinely hurt. What she was about to do probably wouldn’t help.

Staying seated, she bent down to open the bottom drawer on her desk, and then pulled out his file. Then she carefully set it in front of her.

He immediately recognized it, she could tell. “Ah.”

“I’m sorry; I was talking to Regina and she said some things and—curiosity got the best of me.”

“I see.”

She couldn’t tell if he was angry or hurt—or both—but either way, she felt like an ass. May as well throw fuel on the fire. “She mentioned something about your ex, too—specifically, her marital status.”

“She did, did she?” His words were suddenly emotionless.

“Is…is that all you’re gonna say?” she eventually asked quietly.

He blinked slowly, as when he opened his eyes, they were just a bit duller—a bit more reserved. (That was worse than anything else she’d seen recently.)

“What else needs to be said, Swan?” he shrugged. “You apparently have all you need to know right there, between that and whatever the mayor has told you.”

His gaze settled somewhere near the floor and silence stretched uncomfortably between them. Even louder to her, though, was the fact he was just…accepting it. 

“Seriously?” she snapped. “You’re not gonna defend yourself, or fight back at whatever is incorrect in my assumptions?”

He furrowed his brow. “What good would it do?”

“Show me you give a crap!” she shouted, standing so fast it sent her rolling chair sliding into the wall. “Because I’m trying to figure out whatever the hell this is,” she went on, gesturing between them, “but I can’t tell if you actually care or not.”

Finally, something steely settled in his gaze. 

“Not feeling anything is an attractive option when what you’re feeling sucks,” he stated, plainly but pointedly. 

She swallowed at the recitation of what she once had said to Graham. She already knew she wasn’t the first sheriff to strike up a friendship with him, but she was probably the only one Ian had thrown their own words back at. 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it go away,” she countered. 

“If you do it long enough, it does.”

“And then what? You just never feel anything for the rest of your life?” God, Mary Margaret was really rubbing off on her—though that didn’t mean her calling him out wasn’t a little hypocritical. 

“It had been working well for me.”

“Fine then,” she spat. “You can go back to your lonely existence and I’ll fuck off to mine and we’ll just leave it at that.” She crossed her arms and curled in on herself; she was definitely pouting, but the alternative was flopping back in her seat and crying. 

His face relaxed, almost going the other way into a frown. “Bloody hell, that’s not what—no, love, I—I just thought you knew me better than that,” he admitted, almost apologetically. 

“Well, apparently I don’t,” she parroted back. “I’m wondering if I know anything about you. This is some serious shit, Ian.”

“And I thought you of all people might understand that,” he said matter-of-factly. “I remember the headlines after you arrived in town; just because you have a badge now doesn’t mean you’ve always been on the right side of the law, either.”

“I’m not pretending I didn’t!”

“Neither am I. I just don’t go broadcasting it, given that I still have the option not to.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’d be telling people I killed someone either.”

“I—” He started to talk, but then closed his mouth and clenched his jaw. After taking a deep breath, he said, “Not that I really need to, but can I tell you the full story? Before you completely write me off?”

She nodded, but held back what she was really thinking: that she didn’t want him to write himself off. 

“I did get into some bad shit,” he started. “My brother was gone, my ex had just died, and I was suddenly an amputee, so I was alone and spiraling. Fell in with the wrong crowd—classic story. Got in deep with a drug ring, and then I got caught. Killed a member of a warring cartel in the process. But, by some miracle, I had a great lawyer. They got a few of the charges thrown out for lack of evidence and I reached a plea deal on the others, along with a heavily reduced sentence for my cooperation in taking down much of the rest of the ring. Did my time, now I’m here. And I regret it every day.”

“Damn.” That was heavier than expected. 

“Aye.” He scratched nervously behind his ear. “Anything else?”

She chewed her bottom lip; she was nervous to ask, but she had to. “So, your ex…”

“My ex was married when we met. But it wasn’t a happy marriage. And I didn’t lure her away, or whatever may have been said—she ran off with me. But I loved her, so I went with it. Until her husband found us and went mad. Tried to cut off my hand; stabbed her. Doctors had to take it the rest of the way off,” he explained, raising his prosthesis. “Add that to the list of reasons why I fell in with the wrong people.” 

Fuck. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

“Indeed.” He toyed with the fingers on his false hand for a moment, and then looked back up at her. “But Swan, why couldn’t you just ask me that? Rather than take the word of a woman who we’ve all seen lie to you—to everyone—before.”

She swallowed. “Because I couldn’t take the chance I was wrong about you.”

“Were you?” 

It took her by surprise. “Was I what?”

“Were you wrong about me?” He was staring back at her intently, like he hadn’t just asked a simple but potentially earth-shattering question—but also looked like he was bracing for impact.

She nearly stopped breathing. Not that she had planned any part of this conversation, but when she imagined talking to him again, she thought it’d be more about her figuring out whether he’d let her inside his walls. Logically, it was only fair that he did the same; it was just the first time anyone had followed her in—not to mention challenged her once they were there. (Especially not someone with intense blue eyes, bolder than she’d yet seen them.) And she didn’t know how to respond.

“Because I know I’m not the biggest catch or anything—I’m certainly not Graham—” he went on (and apparently knew where to sting her), “and yeah, I probably still drink a bit more rum than is advised, but other than this—” he nodded at the folder, “—I’ve been nothing but honest with you. So now it’s up to you to decide: whatever it is you’re worried about—were you wrong?”

It had been a long-ass time since anyone had been that bluntly honest with her. (And never someone she was interested in.)

He was right—her lie detector had never gone off with him, either. (It also hadn’t when Regina was gossiping, but it was a little less accurate with noticing exaggerations or omissions.) 

He’d never really answered her earlier question, though. “I just need to know one thing,” she said as she stepped around the desk. “I’m not alone in feeling…this, right?” she asked, blatantly stepping into his space. 

“No,” he confirmed on a breath.

“Then no, I wasn’t wrong. I think what I was actually scared of…was that I was right.”

“Right?”

She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and quickly found his lips, kissing away any further confusion. (As she was finding out, they were both a bit better at nonverbal communication.)

(And he did taste a bit like rum, but—she liked it.)

———.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.———

She wanted to say things changed from there—they took it fast, or slow, or whatever—but in reality, their relationship really didn’t change. There were still the meals at Granny’s, the nights at the bar. She’d never really been a date-night kind of girl. But emotionally—woah. 

It was like she was seeing a whole other side of Ian—but at the same time, it felt like it had always been there, just hiding below the surface. It wasn’t a universal thing—he was still a bit reserved while at work, or around just about anyone other than her and Henry—which made what they had feel all the more special.

There were also more than a few makeout sessions sprinkled in there, too. (Being chased out of the back hall of Granny’s by said proprietress, giggling like teenagers, was one of her more cherished memories since arriving here.)

For a short while, it was simple and sweet and it made her happy. For a little bit, she maybe had the kind of life she’d always hoped—with her son, friends, and a guy she really liked.

But it was like the universe noticed or something—no, Emma Swan couldn’t simply have nice things. Shit always, inevitably hit the fan.

Starting with having to arrest and book her roommate for murder.

She texted ahead and he had a shot waiting for her when she got to the bar after, then a couple more after that. She was definitely loitering—and he could tell. “What is it, love? Aside from the obvious.”

One thing she’d realized: he was exceedingly good at reading her, like a book he couldn’t put down.

“I don’t want to go back to the apartment,” she admitted. “It’s not that I’m afraid to be alone, but knowing that she’s in a cell and I’m there—and that someone may have been in the loft—I just…it freaks me out a bit.”

He swallowed. “Forgive me if this is too forward, but…I could go with you,” he offered. “At least to make sure everything is safe.”

“I’d like that.”

The walk to the loft from the Rabbit Hole was short but filled with energy; there was literally no reason for her to be any sort of excited, but she never invited guys back to her place. Even if she had no plans of anything intimate happening, this was something of a big step for her.

Of course, it ended up being anticlimactic—there was nothing amiss in the flat—but she was still hesitant to want to leave his presence, while at the same time not wanting to seem needy or like she was coming onto him in a subversive way.

“I, uh, could sleep on the couch, if you’d feel better,” he offered, doing that adorable nervous scratch behind the ear. Right—it had been a while for him with this kind of stuff, too.

“Um, yeah, I would. Thanks.”

That was the night she learned he snored—but the sound eventually lulled her to sleep, too.

As it did for the next few nights.

Then came the one after she narrowly escaped that crazy Jefferson’s house with Mary Margaret. She was still shaking as she took the stairs to the apartment and almost didn’t notice Ian sitting on the landing, nearly tripping over his feet.

“Swan, what’s wrong? You never answered my texts so I got worried and came here and, well—I wasn’t sure who to call when the sheriff is the one missing.”

She invited him in—or tried to, but she was trembling so much, she could barely get the key in the lock. Not until his steady hand wrapped around hers and helped. 

Once inside, she nearly collapsed just closing the door—both out of relief, and because her adrenaline was finally wearing off. But Ian caught her. And for the first time in years, she let herself be comforted by someone else. (She didn’t cry—she wasn’t ready for that kind of vulnerability yet—but this was kind of a big deal.)

“Do you want me to stay on the couch again tonight?” he murmured when she began to sway, fatigue winning over. She shook her head into his shoulder. (Also: he smelled good. Like, real good.) “Should…should I go?” She shook her head again.

Emma wasn’t a spooner. She took what she needed and then she left. But that was the night she understood why people enjoyed it so much. And waking up still wrapped in his strong arms was a kind of comfort she hadn’t known existed.

There was a brief—but weird—reprieve from the emotional heaviness when it turned out Kathryn Nolan was miraculously alive (despite her heart supposedly being outside her body), and then they held a party to welcome Mary Margaret back home. She shared (more than) a few drinks with Ian after the former; their first official outing as a couple, if it could be called that, was the latter. Mary Margaret arched an eyebrow and smirked at her as she and Ian moved around the kitchen getting ready. Emma just blushed—and then blushed harder when Ian pressed a quick kiss on her cheek as he stepped past her.

Then August kind of went crazy—his offer of help in dealing with the Regina-Sidney-whatever turned into another journey of emotional whiplash. She slumped onto what had become her usual stool at the bar, just a few minutes before close. Ian put some tea in front of her rather than anything stronger and took her upstairs after he’d locked up. He lived there, apparently, in a pretty spartan studio apartment. 

“Tell me,” he said gently. Not long ago, she would have brushed something like that off—but not anymore; not with him.

“I’m just tired of all this crap. Not just Regina—the whole curse thing, too. It was fine when it was Henry and I could play along, but now August? And he just—expected me to solve his problem? Just like that? No—no way.” She sighed. “It’s like everyone wants something from me or to fit some role; no one wants just Emma.”

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong,” he teased lightly. “Because I do.”

Well. She couldn’t argue with that.

And it became all the more obvious when she attacked his lips—and realized the rest of him was in agreement. She’d hesitated to take their relationship to that level; physical relationships were what she was used to, but adding in the emotional layer was something else—something more. 

But, as she learned, that was in a good way.

And while drifting off into a post-coital slumber while wrapped in Ian’s steady arms, she didn’t really care what went on in the outside world—as long as she had this.

———.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.———

Should have known that’s when it would all really, truly crash down on her. Henry—god—seeing him in that hospital bed…and not being able to do anything…but it worked: she believed. In magic, the curse—everything. (Especially once Regina confirmed it.)

So now she was on a mission, practically storming from the hospital—when she ran into a pair of arms she’d give anything to just be able to take shelter in right now. “Love—is Henry okay? What’s going on?”

For a minute, she just looked in Ian’s eyes: that now-familiar blue that carried a wisdom beyond his years and echoed his every emotion, so different now from when she’d first met him—but in a good way. The way his worry creased his brow, the weight of his hand on her waist. If the world was about to change, she wanted to memorize him—them—in this moment. “Is everything alright?” he asked again.

She rose up on her toes to give him a firm, but all-too-brief kiss. “It fucking will be,” she told him, then ran off to save the world—or something.

———.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.———

An eternity later (really only a couple hours, but holy shit did it feel longer), she had fought a dragon and then apparently broken a goddamn curse with True Love’s Kiss. All that really mattered was that Henry was okay, but all around her, everyone was coming to terms with what had been done to all of them.

She’d never expected to find out the waitress was a werewolf, or the therapist was a freaking cricket—and really never thought she’d be reunited with her parents. It was amazing, but it was also a lot.

She left Henry with his grandparents—god, grandparents—so she could take a minute and just—breathe.

The salty sea air hit her nose and she realized her feet had taken her to the docks. The view of the sea was soothing, but then she saw someone else there taking in the horizon—someone familiar. He wore the same clothes—the same motorcycle jacket, the black sweater that fit him extremely well, atop his usual dark jeans. But rather than the hand-like prosthesis she’d come to recognize, there was a hook—a freaking stereotypical pirate hook—at the end of his left arm.

(Henry had told her the fairytale counterpart of just about everyone in town—except for Ian. The illustrations in his book were good but maybe not distinct and there were a few options. She had a pretty good idea who it was narrowed down to now, though.)

“Ian?” she asked as she approached, partly to get his attention—and partly because she wasn’t sure who she was talking to.

He turned at the sound of her voice, but looked confused. Until he blinked and shook his head. “Aye, it’s me,” he answered, moving toward her. “My real name, though—it’s Killian, Killian Jones; it…took me a minute there.”

Killian. Similar, but different. It suited him. 

But also: Kill-Ian—was the man she held so important now gone, effectively killed by his new—true—self?

“So…how much was real? About you?” she had to ask.

“Some of it.” Apparently that nervous ear scratch carried over. “I am—was—am? A pirate, for decades, until I was caught.”

“Captain Hook?” she wondered, nodding at his prosthesis.

“Ah, so you’ve heard of me,” he smirked. It was similar to the one she knew—the same dimple—but it had a darker edge to it.

“Who hasn’t?” she replied, ignoring the bit of discomfort that was…well, adding to her overall sense of unease.

“The truth—my actual life—is a bit more gruesome than what I once told you. I wanted revenge for the murder of my love. That part was true—she had been the Dark One’s wife, and he killed her, then took my hand.” He emphasized it by toying with the (rather sharp) end of his hook.

Right; Mr. Gold was apparently—actually—a centuries-old sorcerer. “I’m not gonna have to lock you up for going after him, am I?”

“No. See, I got sloppy; I lost sight of things, and that’s how I was caught—by your parents’ kingdom, actually. Was about to be hanged when the Evil Queen’s knight rescued me. Graham.” Her heart skipped a beat. “In return, I offered them my services should they ever need them. Never heard from them again, and then got swept up in the curse.”

She swallowed. “Did she ever take you up on it? During the curse?”

He shook his head. “Never.”

“So, us…” God, she couldn’t even put it into words. If what they’d shared wasn’t��hadn’t meant…she couldn’t fathom.

He very quickly moved into her space and took her hand. “That was very real, Swan.” His gaze had never felt more intense as he went on. “It was my understanding that the curse twisted things—changed us. I had always been someone who felt things very strongly and deeply; it’s why I was so single-mindedly focused on revenge for decades. But then under the curse…I felt nothing—not a bloody thing, for years on end—until I met you, and it all came back. It was like my heart was turned back on—like you brought me back to life.” He rubbed his coarse thumb over the back of her hand. “I know you’re probably questioning things again—especially given that you don’t fully know me, the real version, now—but Emma, I still know you, and I still desperately want you.”

She sighed in relief and nearly sagged into his arms. “Good. Because I think I love you.”

He smiled; it started as a small thing, but he couldn’t hold back from turning into a grin. “That’s appropriate, because I’m fairly certain I love you, too.”

There was a lot she needed to figure out—her life was all kinds of a mess right now—but him—this—whoever he was, he was hers. Even if she didn’t fully know him, it still felt like her heart fit right in the palm of his hand (and vice versa).

She wasted no further time in wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his; he was equally quick to reciprocate.

And, actually? Killian kissed even better than Ian did.

———.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.———

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Really enjoyed the Wonder Woman x male reader fic u wrote! Was wondering if u could write Poison Ivy (DC Animated Universe) x male reader smut as well?

Summary: After discovering that all of her plants had been taken care of, Pamela decides to sneak into the shower to give the reader a reward. (Apologies for the crappy summary lol)

Content: Femdom. Shower sex. Oral sex. (Pamela receiving) Nicknames. Praise. (Pamela praising the reader) Thick thighs. Thigh worship. Thigh sex.

Note = ty for the request and i'm so sorry i took quite a while 😓 but here you go, hope you enjoy it just as much as the diana onee

Warning = smut🔞

Pairing = Poison Ivy x male reader

Word count = 838 words

AO3

Your POV

You hummed softly, the gentle rhythm filling the quiet room as your hands moved around, watering the plants. The sweet scent of the plants surrounded you, a peaceful moment in your otherwise chaotic life. Poison Ivy’s voice echoed in your mind, reminding you once again to take care of her beloved plants. 

“Please take care of the plants for me while I’m away,”

She would say. At first it seemed like it was a big nuisance but the more you did it, the more you enjoyed it. She often left the plants in your care when she had other matters to attend to. But now you really didn’t mind as much. There was just something calming about tending to them, almost like you were nurturing a little piece of her.

Satisfied, you left to go up to your bedroom and decide to take a short nap. Hoping as soon as you wake up, she’ll be nearby.

—

Pamela POV

I walked into my lab, flicking the switch as soon as I got in. The bright light turned on and illuminated the room, revealing the state of my plants. They looked well, and well taken care of. A wave of relief washed over me as I gently ran my fingers over the leaves, feeling their smooth texture. It felt good knowing that Y/N had taken care of them like you told him to.

A thought crossed my mind as I looked through my collection, carefully examining each and every one of my plants, ‘should I go up and visit him now? I bet he’s exhausted from all the work he had to do,”

Walking past the plants, I went outside to check on the plants outdoors. And unsurprisingly, they were just as well maintained as the ones inside. I felt pleased with the results and went back into the building. Locking the door to my lab, I decided to go and pay him a visit. 

—

Back to your POV

It was pretty dark outside when you woke up from your nap. Seeing no sign of your lover, Pamela, you felt disappointed. However, you still got up and made your way into the shower, knowing she disliked when things were left messy or dirty.

You took off your clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Turning on the water, you extended your hand to feel the temperature before fully immersing into the shower. Humming to yourself, you got in and started your shower.

Then, you started hearing rustling sounds from behind the shower curtain, followed by a shadow from behind. All of a sudden, the shower curtain was starting slowly moving to the side and revealed Pamela. She was undressed as well and you admired her gorgeous body. From the top to the bottom, she was absolutely gorgeous. 

Then she walked into the shower with you, getting completely soaked by the water. You could only gaze in admiration as the water flowed down from her body to her thick thighs, they were glistening in absolute perfection. 

“Thanks for taking care of the plants by the way hon,” she spoke up, her voice soft but still echoing through the room.

“Y-you’re welcome…” you stammered, earning a giggle from her.

“You’re adorable you know…” she says. “You did so well, cutie,”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as soon as her voice hits your ears. As soon as you knew it, she was on the ground, leaning on the wall. Her legs were spread wide open, inviting you in.

“C’mon honey, take your reward…” she panted as she spread her legs wider.

Without a second thought, your head dived into between her thighs and started licking at her clit. Her taste was addicting, like a drug. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. Fuck.

Her hand grabbed the back of your head and gripped your hair tightly, giving her full control of you. She barely moved her hand, only keeping the grip tight. Your tongue moved in and out of her, practically fucking her. 

“Ughhh… that’s it honey,” she moaned out, slightly scarring the back of your head with her sharp nails. Her nails gave a satisfying itch to your head, only motivating you to continue pleasing her with your skilled tongue.

She let out a final moan before letting out her warm fluid all over your face. Your face was sticky afterwards and you licked off some of the fluid around your mouth. She scooped up a handful of water and used it to wipe off some of the excess fluid off your face. You closed your eyes as you let her do whatever and she finally let go of your face. 

Just then, you went back in between her thighs, giving soft kisses along the insides of it. Observing as you smothered her thighs with kisses, she lifted up your head using her middle and index finger, making you face her. Then, she pulled you in close and shared a kiss with you. The kiss bringing your night to a close.

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August 2023 Angel Fish Awards!

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Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by Anonymous

Tangled Fates by @outofnowhere82

Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories

The build up, the sass, the care she took, the pegging, the focus on description, the deliciousness... Mmmm I wanna eat him up!

Love; For the First Time by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Adorable first time fic. Good build, sweet and fluffy and steamy!

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

An Imagined Life by @imagineteamfreewill

This is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff AND IT HAS IKEA!!! I mean, I couldn't ask for anything more!! *heart eyes forever*

I'm So Sorry, Sammy by @bobwess

(AO3 link) ANGST!!! So much angst, man. Y'all know I love John Winchester, but even I can acknowledge he was not a great dad. Usually, I avoid fics with the "John's A+ parenting" tags because I have very strict ideas about his incompetence as a father. This story really shows a way that I can see in canon John would be especially crappy as a dad. No pairing, just a seriously angtsy genfic showing teenage Sam being a BAMF and Dean's heart breaking. (Sort of happy ending, though! You know me. lol)

Nominated by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Why I Do It by @kazsrm67

This drabble and it's companion piece (from Dean's POV) is short and incredibly sweet. It's a lovely little slice of life for the boys and the reader. I always love when we get to see Dean happy, and he is, in this fluffy piece. Happy, loved and taken care of - us Dean girls can't ask for more. A highly enjoyable read!

Nominated by @glygriffe

Imperfections by @thewritingspot /@troize

Seeing Lucifer in another light, as an insecure middle child in a big family fired my brain cells! And of course, Gabriel being himself even as a kid. (And also: Art!!!)

Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies

It's a soulmate AU series, but it's also a reader insert that stays close to canon. Sweet and angsty and smutty... A little bit of everything all rolled into one satisfying story.

Untitled ask prompt by @sugaraddictarchangels

This ficlet is the only Jess!Lucifer representation I've ever seen and it's so refreshing to see early seasons' Lucifer under that light!

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Between the Three by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

This fic was written for me in all senses of the word, and I love how she characterized Arthur, Mick, and Dean and the different ways they react to being parents-to-be. Of course, the smut is great, but I also love how they clearly all love each other and want to be a family.

The Great 'Nah-Duh' of Dean Winchester by @ladyknightskye

I love this fic because it gave me Gadreel/Dean without having to write it myself, and also because it's well written and I love how soft Gadreel is... And the fact Dean has his Bisexual Awakening with him? LMAO!

Nominated by @iprobablyshipit91

Never Say Goodbye (series) by @zepskies

I’m an absolute sucker for soulmate AUs and this one was amazing. The reader and Dean's relationship was built beautifully and I loved how the ending ‘fixed’ things!

Baby Spoon (series) by @deanwanddamons

This really made me feel so many emotions. Seeing Dean so happy and having the relationship he deserves made me so happy despite everything.

The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

This was literally so adorable and made me laugh so much. It’s such a good one to go back to and read over again.

Carry On (series) by @jawritter

This was just the perfect fix-it fic we all needed after *that* ending. It wasn’t rushed and it by no means sugar-coated what happened. There are some real struggles and a lot for both the reader and Dean to overcome but it’s damn worth it!

Pack (series) by @spnexploration

This is a story I’ve definitely gone back and reread a few times and it’s so close to the end, I can’t wait to see the final chapters. Overprotective Dean is always perfect but I really enjoy the pack dynamics in this and Maddie is a brilliant addition!

Heart of a Hunter Saga (series) by @muchamusedaboutnothing

Where to even start with this, every single stand-alone story in this saga is excellent in its own right and combined together this whole story is amazing. I love Dean and the reader's relationship and how they’ve managed to carve out a family life that works for them. Brilliant!

Baby, We’ve got a Problem (series) by @deanwritings

I love the unique concept of this, Baby getting turned human, and the implications this has particularly for Deans's relationship. I’ve read it a few times as it’s so easy to go back to and enjoyable to read.

Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch

I just loved this story and how it built up. The dialogue is hilarious and while I did guess what was happening, it in no way detracted from how awesome this story is.

Hold On I’m Coming (series) by @ravengirl94

This was one of the first firefighter Dean fics I read and I loved it. The relationship the two of them have and the twists and turns are just perfect.

Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer

This story instantly got my attention. I loved the way the story moved between what was happening now and what had happened to lead up to that point and how everything came together at the end. Amazing story.

The One That Got Away (series) by @pink-sparkly-witch

This story just hits you in the feels. It’s not finished but I’m so in love with Dean and the reader already and can’t wait to see how their relationship progresses!

Midnight Espresso / Devour Me (series)by @zepskies

There was something so sweet about these two stories that I instantly fell in love with the reader and dean in this. I connected with the plus-sized reader but Dean is so sweet and adorable. I just loved it.

Collared (series) by @spnexploration

I’ve been reading this story from pretty much when it started being posted and I’ve loved every second, I’m so excited and sad that it’s ending. It’s an amazing story full of protective Dean which I live for and it’s just perfect.

The Last Call by @kasimagines

I could have nominated so many of Kasimagines' stories but there’s something about this one that just really hits me and I’ve read it so many times. The loyalty Dean shows despite the years is beautiful and the effect John has on them all is heartbreaking.

Dream On (series) by @talesmaniac89

There’s something about this fic that I just absolutely love. It’s a comfort fic I’ve gone back and read so many times. Dean's overprotectiveness and worry and concern for the reader is just adorable.

Miscommunication (series) by @winchest09

This is another story I’ve read so many times. I love the story and the British reader really resonates with me being from the UK! I love the confusion between the same words meaning different things to British vs American, it makes for some interesting conversations!

If You Want It To Be (series) by @zepskies

This got me feeling so Christmassy in July! It was just such a lovely heart warming story, I adored it.

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

House of the Rising Sun by @kittenofdoomage

MAFIA AU!!!! This has been a joy to read for the first time and it's always a joy to reread!!!

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

The Hero Always Gets A Kiss by @fandomoniumflurry

I’m a sucker for ChesterVelle, heroes, and kissing. This is one of my old faves I like to re-read every once in a while.

No Title by @stusbunker

This is sooooo Sam, and it's sooooo swoony and real. It's fucking electric.

Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories

This is so. well. written. So sexy. So good for Dean. He deserves this so much. This writer did their research but this doesn't read like a manual. It's thorough and intimate and exactly what Dean should have every day — someone taking care of him.

No Title by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

For the love of god, he’s just Like This, isn’t he? Like always. In canon, in headcanon, in fic — ALWAYS. And I love the way this writer objectifies him.

Nominated by @inenochian

Restless Wanderer by intothesilentland (AO3 only)

This story is such a beautiful soft romance set in 19th C Cornwall. Beautiful portrayal of Dean and Cas!

Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

The Talismen series by Lochinvar (AO3 only)

Gives us insight into people who helped the boys grow up into the men they became. Not always Hunters, more like strangers who sometimes didn’t know exactly how much they helped until years later, if ever.

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Hunter’s Throne (series) by @ladyknightskye

It’s such a beautiful story and I love the angel-human lore. It’s so complimentary to each other and that bond is just so Cas and Dean. They have got to talk. It’s part of what’s we readers love about them because once they do, it only gets better and fluffy! I loved it so much I posted about it on my blog to advertise it because it is worth the read and keeps to the essence of the show.

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore, and @heavenssexiestangel!

[not-alien-girl-v]

hi please, could you right some sweet hurt/comfort about reader comforting kit walker? ty :)

warning: language, excessive gooey lovey dovey bullshit if that’s your thing, angst

note: this got sappy as shit in the end idc tho its cute

You hate walking home alone. You hate the way you jump at each unsettling noise you hear on the journey. The wind picking up leaves to scrape them along the sidewalk, some reptilian entity rustling around in a bush. It frightens you more than you like to admit to anyone, especially a smug Kit, who ‘insists’ on walking you home everyday, as if you wouldn’t beg him to otherwise.

The walk is brief, but its cold, and on a night like this, when Kit got caught up at work for a few extra hours after sundown, lonely. It was fine. He called you on the payphone at the shop, his euphonic drawl with an added rasp from the last cigarette in his pack smoked. You thought it was your lucky day, getting a call from the love of your life in the middle of a crappy workday, but less so when he revealed you would have to walk by yourself.

You can handle yourself fine, and you did, all the way home in the cold, in the dark, the middle of the night, and other downsides to the situation you’d have to remember to give Kit shit about when he got home. 

The night air swirls around you in a big gust of bone chilling wind, wracking through your body, blowing the skirt of your waitress uniform. You work 6 to noon on weekdays but 4 to 10 on weekends for the dinner rush at your local seedy diner. Sometimes Kit comes in before he heads in to work, half for a barely palatable cup of coffee, half so he can sit at the counter on a stiff stool and stare at you for 30 minutes.

He seemed so worn, so spent over the phone that you were under the impression he had a long stretch of work ahead of him before he could clock out, so you’re a bit confused when you see his truck in the driveway and the lights on in the living room through the window. 

Your key turns in the lock and you peel the open, hinges squeaking eerily like a scene from a bad horror movie. That damn door, you’d fix it had you obtained the ability to do so. That was more Kit’s area of expertise, but he’s been so busy lately, you didn’t want to stress him further.

He’s there, reclined in his favorite chair, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he must of had the time to run to the store and buy another pack, and television turned on to some kitschy old movie.

“Babe?” You ask, and he’s jolting awake from a light slumber, sullen eyes fixing on you, looking like a man much older than 25. He’s so often like this, so worried or stressed over things he looks years older than he is.

He scans you up and down, admiring for just a moment before panic sets into his face. “Shit, did you have to walk?”

“Yeah, it’s alright, I didn’t bring you dinner though. Why are you off so early? Thought you said you’d be late,” your last words are posed as a question, though you mean to be a simple statement, as that is what he told you. 

“Ah, I’m sorry, sweetie, boss had some personal emergency, everyone got let off early cuz he didn’t want the trouble of us unmanaged, I must have fell asleep,” he follows you into the kitchen where you hang your purse on a dining chair. You trifle through the bag, trying to find your wallet, but to no avail, it’s not in there.

“It’s fine, hun, um, I think I dropped my wallet outside, I’m gonna go grab it, but lay down, go back to sleep. You’re so stressed lately, you deserve some good rest.”

He looks a bit unconvinced that you’re not upset with him in any way but if there’s one thing he can agree on, it’s that sleep sounds magnificent for him right now, especially now knowing you’re home safe with him.

As you open the mahogany slab of wood that opens to the outside world, you can’t help but cringe a bit at the loud creaking noise, but one glance back at a relaxed Kit in his chair again stops you from saying anything to him. It’s almost like a chain reaction, the two of you. Kit works so much, causing him stress, which makes you worry about him like a concerned mother rather than a troubled girlfriend, and then you’re both running around like chickens without heads because of it.

You hug your thick jacket tighter around your body, well, Kit’s thick jacket, as the unforgiving night air welcomes you back in to the cold like a menacing embrace. One quick glance around, and you find your wallet right on the doorstep, it must have fallen to the ground when you were searching for your keys. 

You chuckle at your mindless stupidity, and open the door quickly to escape the frigid temperature and there it is again, that goddamn squeak. It almost seems louder once you realize how fucking annoying it is. You’ve had enough of this.

Slamming it shut behind you, “this isn’t gonna work, Kit.” 

Your back is turned to him, but his is turned to you as well, so you don’t notice the way he jumps then freezes in his chair, eyes wide in panic, and he doesn’t notice how you’re regarding the door rather than him. 

“What?” Still, not turning around, as if he can make you change your mind as long as he doesn’t look at you, like he can make you stop.

“Look, I mean, I didn’t want to say anything yet because of work and the stress, I know it’s a lot for you, and I didn’t want to add more bullshit to your plate, but I really can’t deal with this anymore. I’m sick and tired of it,” you come and stand in front of him now, and he can’t deny you anymore, he has to stand up and face you like a man, though he really, really doesn’t want to. 

“Why can’t things just stay the way they are?” His eyes are welling up with tears, and you’re shocked, you didn’t know he cared this strongly about the door. 

“Because it’s a nuisance! Everyday I get home, I mean, first thing I see, I can’t just ignore it! It’s driving me fucking insane? Isn’t there something you can do to fix it?”

It seems the more fired up about the door you get, the more emotional he becomes, and it’s a weird chain reaction, much different from your usual stress-related one. You’re not sure why he cares so much about it, but seeing as you have strong feelings about it as well, you can’t blame him.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry! I can fix this, I can be better, I swear, just please don’t break up with me,” he’s dropped on his knees now in a begging stance, and your eyes are wide in horror, realizing a massive misunderstanding has taken place in your home. 

You mean to do something, but soon, you realize you’ve simply been standing there staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. His tears are streaming down his own, a common sight to see from him, though it still breaks your heart to see every time he gets emotional, which is often, seeing as he’s so open with his feelings.

He’s gazing up at you with fear and sorrow and so much love in his eyes, it almost overwhelms you, how much he loves you, once you really think about it. But that’s not the point here.

You kneel down to meet his level, to meet his eyes, and your slow to come in contact, you start with his fingers, lifting them one by one until his hands rest in your own, when you slide yours up his arms, coming to a halt on his shoulders, and his damp eyes follow your fingertips as they explore his clothed skin, leaving goosebumps under the sleeves of his work shirt that you can’t see, but somehow are aware of.

Pulling him in, you wrap him in a hug, your arm working under his own to rub up and down soothingly on his back, another going over to rest on the back of his head, cradling him to your shoulder which you can feel becoming wet due to his teary-eyed state, but you allow it as you stroke his hair. 

You mainly want him to calm down first before you begin to explain this all, but when he doesn’t seem to be slowing his breathing, when his tears are at full force into your shoulder, you change your plans. Lightly pushing him by the shoulders to break free from the hug, you rest one hand on the back of his neck, letting the skin on skin contact soothe him, and digging your hand into the hair on the back of his head, you make him look at you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, my love, you’re okay,” you massage his scalp for a moment, feeling awful knowing that your inability to be precise in your words led to this, and you’re really not sure what to say or do to make this better.

“No, how can we be okay? If you’re tryin’ to leave me 'cos I work so much? How can I fix this? Don’t know how,” he cries to you and you continue to hold him tenderly.

You just nod your head, struggling to find words. “Okay, um, a few things I need to say baby. You ready to listen?” He desperately nods his head and you feel like crying too.

“First of all, I love you. I love you so much, baby, too much. It’s ridiculous, truly,” he opens his mouth to say something but you won’t have it. “Ah, not done. Okay, um, second of all, I wasn’t trying to break up with you. But, I totally see where you’re coming from, looking back at it, I could have been clearer. I was talking about the door, you know that stupid squeak it makes when it opens? Yeah, pisses me off, not that I know how to fix it. That’s your job, huh baby?”

When he realizes you’ve finally opened the floor for commentary, he decides to indulge in it. “Yeah, ‘s my job. What you keep me around for.” His sad little smile is a beautiful sight to see, like a prayer of no words to the damned. You giggle, and he mirrors your emotion, a small laugh emitting from his handsome face.

“Feeling better now?” You stand up off the ground, reaching your hands out to pull him up with you, and he accepts. He nods and stares at you in adoration. “Good, now will you fix that door before I lose my marbles again?”

He laughs, throwing his head back in the moment and he realizes he would probably do anything you told him to, as long as it would make you happy. Whatever that feeling is, that emotion that’s just a little past love, he wants to savor it, bottle it, put it on a page of a book he can read over and over again, he wants to taste it every morning and every night for breakfast and dinner, he wants to feel it on his skin, in his brain, deep down inside him for as long as you’d let him.

As he fixes the hinges of the door, you sit on the floor before him, watching his strong hands do what they seemingly were made to, you feel so lucky to have him, so glad to be his, here, on his living room floor, where he looks so tender and domestic that you might just die if you looked at him for a moment longer but you can’t tear your eyes away from him, you never want to let him out of your sight for as long as you live. 

“There we are, honey. All better. Come give it a try,” he must not have noticed your excessive staring, for he seems all fine now, and you trap him in a hard kiss once he turns around to face you, not bothering to try the door, trusting his skills alone. 

You kiss him rough, passionate, so hard that he fears you may just suck the soul out of him through his lips, only hoping it will be safely kept in your loving hold. 

Oh, who was he kidding? He’d gladly give his soul to you if you asked, if it was possible. He’d do anything for you. 

[faofinn]

DAY 23: "you'll have to go through me"

@febuwhump

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Harrison had promised Tai he'd meet him after work, but he'd just not shown up. With the pair of them working, and Steve not, he'd picked the boys up from school so they were all sorted.

Tai bed sat in the car park for half an hour before heading over, concerned by his partners lack of replies. They’d changed over, Fao was still waiting for a bed on the ward, and Harrison was nowhere to be found. He'd apparently left a while ago, on time for once, and hadn't spoken to anyone. Tai gave Fao a crappy excuse about crossed wires, and rushed off, his heart pounding in his chest.

The house was dark when Tai finally skidded onto the drive, blinds still drawn. Harrison's car was still on the driveway, so he hadn’t gone far - Tai doubted he would have walked far after his shift; he always struggled after his block and he'd had a few pressure areas flaring recently, blamed on his massive fluctuations in weight.

Tai pushed the front door open, frowning as it swung without the key in. He'd been the last to leave and it had definitely been locked then. The smell of alcohol was so clear in the air, and Tais' heart almost stopped. Hars had been sober for years, he'd had his transplant, knew the risks. Knew how to reach out for help.

“Hars? Love? you home?” He called, flicking the lights on. There was the unmistakable sound of bottles clinking from the living room, a harsh sob following. Tai found himself swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat, dreading what he'd find as he pushed the door.

Harrison was on the floor, in the middle of the room, surrounded by bottles and cans. One of the bottles had smashed, apparently thrown against the wall. Glass littered the floor, but Harrison didn’t even seem to notice. He kept his gaze fixed on them, knuckles white as he clenched his fists on his jeans.

“Hars?” Tai hesitated, before slowly making his way to his partner, crouching by him. At least two of the bottles were opened, and a few of the cans, too. Tai sighed. They didn't need this.

Harrison slowly turned to Tai, tear tracks down his cheeks and eyes red. “Tai.”

He launched himself at Tai, curling tightly into his chest. For all the alcohol around, Tai couldn’t smell any on Harrison, and there was none on his breath. There was a small flicker of hope.

“It’s okay.” Tai said gently. “I’m here.”

Harrison couldn't breathe through the sobs, gripping tighter onto Tai. "I'm sorry."

“It’s alright.” He soothed. “Bad day, huh?”

"I didn't, I promise I didn't." He sobbed, his words catching in his throat. 

“It’s okay. Shall I get rid of it?”

"No." He said quickly, desperation hidden in his tone. 

“It’s not helping you feel any better being sat here staring at it.”

"I need it."

“You don’t need it.”

"I do."

“It’s not going to help, love.” Tai told him. 

"It will."

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

"I can't keep doing this."

“Shh, it’s alright.” Tai murmured, kissing the top of his head. “We’ll get through this.”

"I just wanted a break."

“I know.” 

"I didn't take a drink."

“Well done. Honestly. Why don’t we throw it out, though?”

"What if I need it?"

“You don’t need it.”

"Might do."

“You don’t, love.”

"It would stop the pain." He said quietly. "I don't want to feel it anymore."

“You’d never forgive yourself.” Tai said. “I know it’s hard. It’s gonna be okay. I’ll get Steve to have the kids, and we’ll go to bed and get some rest.”

"I don't want to wake up." He murmured under his breath, sagging against Tai.

It broke Tai’s heart to hear him say that. “I know. But I want you to wake up. You’ll get through this.”

"It just hurts."

“I know it hurts. It’s horrible, you’ve had a shit day.”

"I just want to die." He admitted, pulling back to look at Tai. 

"Not a chance." He tried to joke. "You'll have to go through me to try that, and Steve, even Fao. The lot of us. Tomorrow will be better, we'll get through this."

"Can we go to bed?"

“Yeah. Come on, let me help you up.”

He gritted his teeth as he stood, holding heavily onto Tai. "Fuck."

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, lean on me.”

"I can't."

“It’s okay. Let me do the hard work.”

"No, I can’t. It hurts."

“I know, it won’t be long.”

"I just want it off. And a drink."

“We’ll get it off in a minute.” Tai promised. “Just get to the bedroom.”

Tai's lack of comment about the alcohol hadn't gone unnoticed, and he sighed. "Alright."

“Have you hurt yourself at all?” He asked. “One of the bottles was smashed.”

"I don't think so."

“Good.” He led him upstairs and into their bedroom. “Let’s get you into bed, then.”

With Tai's help, they got themselves sorted for bed, changed and into pyjamas and medications done. Hars took his morphine in the end too, hoping to have some relief. While Tai sat on his phone for a little while, he curled against his chest, needing the comfort. Tai's fingers were gentle in his hair, soothing him and just calming him down. Safe in his arms, he finally fell asleep. 

[euphorajeon]

(i think) i'd have a heart attack | jjk

— pairing: roommate!jk x reader

— genre: fluff | college au, roommates au

— word count: 4.9k

— warnings: cheese everywhere like it's just cheese in written form, jk eats ssam like he hasn't eaten in months, they're both idiots, mostly oc though, angst on oc's part but eh what is new, (another) mention of iron man (sorry i love iron man (jk does too))

— summary: having feelings for your roommate is never not complicated, all awkward glances and (not-so) subtle avoidance. after weeks, you think you’ve buried them deep enough for your roommate not to notice. but jeongguk digs deeper.

— author's note: another shitty summary by yours truly but pls give it a chance ;-; also i wrote this back in 2019 and changed the pov so i hope it's not too weird or anything. of course inspired by jeongguk's twitter video when he was still actively sharing what he eats on a daily basis hahaha :D

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You unlock the door to your shared apartment with a sigh; you’ve been working on your assignment at the coffee shop near campus but was forced to come home when the battery of your laptop ran out and you conveniently forgot the charger in your rush to get out to class this morning. The assignment is due tomorrow morning, so you have no choice but to go home considering it’s nearing 10 PM already.

Stepping into the living room, you almost feel your blood boil upon seeing that the lights are on as well as the television, displaying your roommate’s Netflix home page, but there’s no one in sight. It’s not that big of a deal—at least he’s not leaving behind a used bowl or some unfinished pack of chips on the coffee table—but you figure it’s because he is the one behind it that makes your skin crawl in irritation.

You decide to leave the mess behind, let him deal with it however he pleases later. You intend to grab a glass of water from the kitchen but are stopped in the doorway to said room when you see your roommate sat on the bar stool, shoving a huge ssam into his mouth like he’s been starved for the past month. It doesn’t faze your more than his presence itself does.

“Oh, hey—where are you going?” Jeongguk calls out around a mouthful of lettuce, tone changing quickly from bright greeting to a confused one when you bolt out of there as if you saw a ghost instead of your roommate. You ignore him, opting for hastily going into your bedroom before locking the door to ensure your safety inside.

You almost jump out of your skin when there’s a knock on the door; no doubt that it’s Jeongguk. You know he would go after you, you know he would knock, heck, you know he’s home so why would you be so jumpy?

“Hey, are you okay?” Comes Jeongguk’s muffled voice from the other side of the door, concern clearly etched into his tone of voice. If this was months ago, you would be endeared by the way your roommate cares so much about you like this, but this is now and the sound of his open concern for you just makes you annoyed.

“I’m fine, go away, Jeongguk,” you try to let out in the most friendly tone you can muster right now, but you know your go away must make him upset despite the lack of bite in the way you let it out. You hope you just sound tired to him.

There’s a moment of silence as you just shuffle your feet around, restless in the way you worry you have upset Jeongguk in some way. You shouldn’t be acting like this, he’s just being his usual nice self and being a good roommate. If you keep this up he might find out and things will get messy.

“I bought extra in case you want some..” Jeongguk says, voice quiet with the barrier between you both, “uh, the food, I mean,” he continues when he realizes that he didn’t specify what it is that he bought extra of.

“Uh, thanks, but I ate earlier,” you reply with a lie, all you had today was that crappy sandwich from the coffee shop and you think you cannot have anything more what with the feelings nestled inside of you right now. You don’t know what to name it, but whatever it is makes you want to drop everything and just sit on your bed doing nothing.

Jeongguk’s okay from behind the door surface sounds slightly dejected, before you hear his footsteps, fading away along with his disappearance back into the kitchen. You let out a loud sigh, you can feel the beginning of a headache coming because you still have that assignment that needs to be done no later than 7 AM and you have to do it without the help of coffee nor food in your system. Going back out to fetch food doesn’t seem like an option because it would mean both seeing Jeongguk again and telling him that you lied about already having dinner.

As you change out of your clothes to a more comfortable one—pajama pants and a hoodie lying on your bed—you couldn’t help but think that this whole thing started because of you and your thoughts alone, Jeongguk having no business whatsoever in this newfound thing you recently discovered named feelings. Yes, laugh as you will, but liking your roommate seems inevitable because Jeongguk is just.. Jeongguk.

It isn’t clear when this thing actually started, because as far as you know, Jeongguk has done absolutely nothing different to show that he has some sort of attraction to you. He’s always been nice to everyone, laughs just as loud when he’s with you or any of his other friends, and that one time he had to stay a night at the hospital because Taehyung had a really bad fever proved that he’s always had that caring nature in him for those whom he cares about.

Still, you find yourself feeling funny inside whenever Jeongguk does something to you that should be normal for otherr people, like buying you food and asking you to eat it togetherr with him, letting you choose what to watch on movie nights, even lending his hoodie when it’s too cold without one in the apartment. Those things are mundane, friends do that, right? So why do you feel different?

To avoid any weird changes in your friendship, you decide to just bury these feelings deep inside of you until sometimes you even forget you have them. That only lasts until the next time you see Jeongguk and be reminded that this is the subject to your misery these days. You bemoan this fact only to your best friend Yojeong who somehow always has time to deal with your constant whining of he looks good today, what the fuck, I should’ve stayed in my room and not come out until the next century or something.

Maybe that’s why you unconsciously stays away from Jeongguk as much as you can these days. When you have a morning class, you’d make sure you go out of the apartment before Jeongguk even wakes up. If your class ends at noon, you would stay out as long as possible and would only come home when it’s nearing midnight to avoid bumping into him in the apartment. Thank God you’re both in completely different majors, so avoiding him in campus isn’t necessarily a hard thing to do. It’s a bit pathetic, but you choose to keep your sanity rather than losing it over your handsome and friendly roommate.

You do the rest of your assignment in peace, finally submitting it a few minutes past one in the morning. You stretche your arm above your head, suddenly feeling really tired after being hunched over your laptop for hours with your back leaning on the wall beside your bed. Yes, you do your assignments on your bed just because.

You really want to sleep right now, but your stomach rumbles in protest because that one crappy sandwich wasn’t enough to last you through the day, moreover with the assignment needed to be done. You know that it’s dangerous for your health if you forgo eating, so you open the door of your bedroom before stepping out to search for something to eat.

In your haste to reach the kitchen, you miss the fact that the lights in the living room are still on, along with the hum from the television that’s playing some anime with a low volume. You miss the movement from the couch, where Jeongguk quietly looks up from where he’s perched on it. You miss the way he follows you to the kitchen, and finds you rummaging through the fridge.

“The food is cold now, but I can heat it up for you,” Jeongguk says upon seeing you pull out the container from the fridge. You let out a gasp of surprise, accidentally knocking your hand against the top part of the fridge. You hiss while closing the fridge door, turning your head to shoot him a dirty look.

“Thanks, but I can do it myself.” You don’t mean for it to sound as harsh as it came out, and actually feel sorry that Jeongguk has to receive this kind of treatment from you when he does nothing wrong. Like you said, seeing Jeongguk just brings back the fact that you like him to the surface of your conscious and you hates being flustered when being around him.

You expect him to go away after that, but he does the exact opposite as he sits down on one of the bar stools, making himself comfortable. You curse in your mind, hands almost shaking with the sudden nerves that overcome you. If you’d known he was still awake, you wouldn’t have dared go outside of the safe haven you call your bedroom. Let you starve just until tomorrow morning if it means not seeing this guy’s face at one in the morning when your brain doesn’t work that well.

You feel numb as you robotically move the food from the container to a plate, putting the dish inside the microwave before punching the buttons to start heating it up. You lean a hip against the counter, fishing for your phone from the pocket of your hoodie just to give your something to do that doesn’t involve human interaction. Shaking, you open your chat room with Yojeong before typing furiously into the device.

im fucked

shit yojeong what do i do

i was tryig to get food

jeons still awake

he wont leave

you know how i get around him

im fucking shaking

shit

The microwave lets out a sound that signals it’s done heating up food, startling you because you were too focused on your phone to keep track of the minute on the device. Getting the food out, you place the plate on the counter, ignoring how Jeongguk is staring at your every movement like a hawk eyeing its prey. You’re just about to fetch a pair of chopsticks from the drawer when Yojeong’s replies come in.

yojeong: babe

yojeong: breathe first

yojeong: hes your roommate hes allowed to stay

yojeong: if you cant take it just stay with me

yojeong: okay?

you: fuck

you: he wont stop staring

you: at me

you: what if i accidentally blurt it out

You’re just in the middle of typing the word fuck when suddenly your phone is being taken out of your grip, before a pair of chopsticks is thrust into your hands to replace it. You’re too stunned to say anything, eyes looking up to meet Jeongguk’s dark ones. His eyebrows are furrowed, and you almost feel scared because it looks like he would snap at you the next time he opens his mouth.

“Stop playing with your phone and eat.”

See? He does snap.

Slowly, you sit yourself down on the stool while Jeongguk goes back to his previous spot; the stool opposite yours. You’re glad that there’s at least a kitchen counter to separate you both, because you don’t know how you would be able to breathe if he stays close to you for too long. His gaze stays on you though, and you curse this fact because apparently it’s still making it hard for you to breathe normally.

You quietly eat the food you heated up earlier, mentally crying and wailing when you realize that Jeongguk got your favorite from the restaurant. You don’t know how he manages to know, because you never really mention anything to him. Shit, can this boy stop doing things like this to you? It does things to your heart. Unhealthy ones.

You noticed that while Jeongguk plucked your phone out of your hands unceremoniously earlier, he didn’t do anything to it. He just locked it and put it face up on the counter, and you feel this sense of gratefulness toward him for still respecting your privacy.

“Why did you lie?”

The quietness in the room is broken by Jeongguk’s question, tone softer than you would like to admit you anticipated it would be. Though soft, it’s still got  a tinge of assertiveness that makes you feel slightly guilty for blurting out that lie to him hours ago.

Your gaze stays on your food when you shrug, answering his question with vague gestures which you hope he doesn’t question further. But deep down, you know Jeongguk is not one to take unclear answers when he’s serious like this.

“Hey,” Jeongguk says sternly, fingers gripping your chin to force you to look at him instead of your food. Your eyes meet, and you have to force down the gasp of surprise that’s threatening to spill from your lips. Not because of the sudden skinship, but more because despite his firm tone, his expression is anything but. Instead, you see some worry in his eyes that only confuses you rather than scare you. “Answer me.”

You stop chewing to control the sudden spike in your heartbeat, taking a deep breath through your nose to give your brain a bit of oxygen supply it desperately needs. Jeongguk doesn’t let you break eye contact, and you swallow with great difficulty to give him what he wants.

“I don’t know..” you let out quiety, cringing inside when it comes out in a whisper, “sorry.”

Though he doesn’t look satisfied with that answer, he lets your chin go, making you break eye contact as soon as he does. You clear your throat while looking anywhere but him, and you just realize that he’s wearing a pastel yellow t-shirt tonight instead of his usual black or white. This fact is completely irrelevant and you curse in your mind for noticing even the smallest detail about him.

“You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?” Jeongguk’s voice sounds again, this time with a tinge of sadness in his question. You look at him again just to discover that he has a small frown on his face, flawing his otherwise perfect face. You mentally tell yourself to get a grip.

You open your mouth to answer him despite not knowing what to say when Jeongguk stops you from doing so with a bitter chuckle.

“Yeah, I noticed. We’re roommates but I barely see you anymore. When I wake up you’re gone, when my class finishes early and I come home you’re not there, when I finish everything at night and come home you’re not home yet and no matter how late I stay up waiting for you, you always come home even later,” he says with a glum smile, and you are too stunned to reply.

“I end up just going to my room to lie restlessly, waiting for the sound of your footsteps to start appearing so that I can assure myself you’re home, you’re here, and the most important thing is; you’re okay and unharmed. Sometimes when I don’t hear you coming home past twelve, I ask Yojeong if you’re already home or not. It puts me at ease whenever I discover that you’ve been home all along, you just won’t come out of your room. It’s okay. At least I know you’re there.

We stop having movie nights, stop eating together after classes, stop telling each other about our days, we stop hanging out altogether. At first I was upset with you, but then I thought to myself, maybe I did something wrong to make you avoid me to that extent. I mean, you won’t push away someone without some reason, right? So I started listing in my head the things I’ve done that could’ve upset you. I even asked Yojeong about it, surely you’d tell her if somehow I made you upset, right? But she won’t tell me, I—“

“Jeongguk,” you call, voice strained with the way you’re holding your tears in, “it’s not.. you didn’t do anything to upset me,” you continue, letting out a breath. You feel really guilty now that Jeongguk has told you the past months in his point of view, you didn’t think that your lack of appearance in front of him would go noticed, let alone affect him this way.

“God, I’m really sorry if you think like that, but you didn’t do anything wrong, really..” you mumble out, hands covering your face because you can’t bear to look at his face in this state of guilt you’re in. Who knew that an attempt at sorting your heart out would cost you the exact person who’s the cause of all of this?

Jeongguk lets out a puff of breath, chuckling. “That’s good to know,” he says, “I figured, though, otherwise you won’t be wearing my hoodie right now.”

You have never whipped your head down so fast in your life, looking at the hoodie you’ve been wearing ever since you got home earlier. It’s his? No wonder it feels slightly bigger than your usual oversized hoodies, because if there’s something common about you both, it’s your love for oversized clothes, including hoodies. Now that you know it’s Jeongguk’s, you just realize that the hoodie smells like him, but because you’re so used to having his scent in the apartment, the thought that the hoodie is his didn’t even come to you. Stupid you.

“Oh my God,” you groan, covering your face again to hide your blushing face from Jeongguk’s eyes, “sorry, I didn’t notice it’s yours. I’ll give it back later.”

“No, it’s okay. You look cute in it.”

You drop your head on the counter because what the fuck, Jeon Jeongguk. You don’t just throw out words like that!!

It’s quiet for a while and your plate of food quickly becomes forgotten because you have a more serious issue to focus on; your racing heartbeat. You’re thinking of ways to shrink or disappear so you can flee Jeongguk’s presence in order to calm yourself down, preferably forever if it means escaping the flustered state you always seem to be in whenever he is around.

“Hm? You like someone?” What? Why would he—

You snap your head up to see Jeongguk looking at the lit up screen of your phone on the table. You snatch it to read the notifications that’s started to pile up on your lockscreen; it’s Yojeong, replying to your stressed messages earlier. A very late reply, considering you’re already a mess in front of Jeongguk.

yojeong: what, that you like him?

yojeong: i know you’re not stupid enough to do that

yojeong: but if you are

yojeong: dont forget me when youre happily kissing him

yojeong: hehe lub u babe

What the fuck.

You feel your face become hot at Yojeong’s messages, hoping to every deity that exists that Jeongguk didn’t have a chance to read beyond the first message. Yojeong might be your best friend and you might love her to death, but sometimes she can be a little shit that you just want to strangle her.

“Hey, are you okay? Your face is really red..” Jeongguk trails off, seemingly worried that his roommate’s face is like a ripe tomato.

“I’m fine, Yojeong just said some weird shit.” You put your phone face down on the table, fanning your face with your hands to get rid of the warm feeling still lingering on the apple of your cheeks. It’s already embarrassing that Jeongguk now knows the fact that you have a crush—though he doesn’t know that said crush is him—and now he sees you with a face so red you could rival that of an apple’s.

“About your crush?” Jeongguk inquiries, suddenly interested in this crush of yours, “Who is it? Do I know him?” he asks excitedly, but you are too busy being embarrassed to notice that there’s a slight downturn of his eyebrows, eyes losing their spark.

You let out a groan, hands stopping their movement of fanning your face because it doesn’t work in lessening the warmth. Now Jeongguk has decided to talk about this crush and you think your red face won’t leave tonight, so might as well leave it be.

“Come on, tell me,” Jeongguk prompts, fingers poking at your hoodie-covered arms, making you swat his hands away with a frown. He doesn’t stop though, instead pulling one arm toward him and continues poking it with his forefinger.

“Stop it, you don’t know him so it’s no use anyway,” you mumble, eyes going wide when suddenly Jeongguk lays his palm flat against yours, fingers eventually entwining with yours. Sure, you share hugs occasionally, but hand-holding is something entirely different, at least in your opinion. Maybe Jeongguk goes around holding his (girl) friends’ hands so this is normal occurence for him, you’ll never know.

“Would it be no use if I told you I like you?”

If your eyes were wide earlier, you don’t know what to call them now. As much as you want to believe him, Jeongguk is far more playful for you to just take his bait straight away like that. You thank your brain for still being able to be reasonable even when your heart is already beating out of control.

Controlling your expression from one of surprise to one of doubt, you pull your hand away from Jeongguk’s grip, heart clenching when his bright grin dims as soon as you do it. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“N—no! Why would I?” Jeongguk splutters the answer out, eyes going as wide as yours. “I thought it was obvious that I like you? I thought you avoided me because somehow you knew of my feelings and you don’t feel the same way?” He sounds as confused as he looks.

You don’t know who’s more stupid; you or Jeongguk.

“No it’s not obvious, Guk,” you let out a sigh. “You don’t treat me differently than you do any of your other friends—“

“Seriously?” Jeongguk scoffs, “babe, I don’t share food with anyone,” he continues matter-of-factly, but the thing you are focused on is the way the nickname rolled off his tongue smoothly, like he’s been calling you that all his life. It also makes your face heats up again, and you don’t know when the temperature would come back down to normal.

“I don’t share clothes either, and the fact that I let you wear my hoodies says a lot about my feelings,” he continues, lifting two of his fingers to list off the things he’s about to say, “I buy you food, I let you pick the movies on our movie nights—though the reason I do is because you also like Iron Man and the first person not making fun of me for that—heck, I stay up nearly every night just to wait for you to get home and I can only sleep after knowing you’re safe and sound in your bedroom.” He gives up lifting his fingers up, choosing to run said fingers through his hair instead. “I think Yojeong knows that I like you, what with the way I always message her asking about you.” Jeongguk lets out a chuckle, eyes going back to yours after running all over the room, “If that’s not obvious, I don’t know what is.”

You are left gaping at him, eyes blinking as you try to process everything that Jeongguk just said to you. It doesn’t help that it’s nearing two in the morning now, your brain functioning just a little slower than it does in daylight.

“But.. I thought those things you mentioned just.. I mean, friends do those, you don’t necessarily have to like someone to lend them your hoodies, right? And eating together, letting them choose the movies.. Guk, what the fuck?” As always, words fail you whenever you need them the most.

“Stop denying, babe, and just say it to my face if you don’t like me back.”

“Stop calling me babe,” you say around a pout that unconsciously formed on your lips.

“You called me Guk earlier and you usually call me Jeon or Jeongguk, it’s only fair that I give you another nickname as well,” Jeongguk retorts back, and after a thoughtful pause, he adds, “babe.”

You cover your face again for the hundredth time tonight, grunting in frustration because the nickname sounds really good coming out of Jeongguk’s mouth, you won’t mind being called that for the rest of your life. Reserved only for Yojeong and Jeongguk, though.

“Guess you already know that I like you back, huh?” you mumble out, face still covered by your hands, “I just.. never thought that you’d actually like me too.. like, I always thought it’s just me being too affected by the simple things you do, I thought it’s just simply me overthinking everything.. Why would you like me anyway? I’m not that pretty, I’m dumb, I say curse words all the time.. heck, Jeongguk, I never even buy you food.. what kind of friend am I? I’m really sorry..”

You are too busy rambling out that you don’t notice Jeongguk has risen up from his seat, going around the kitchen counter standing between you to stand directly in front of you, prying your hands from your face and replacing them with his warm hands cupping your cheeks. Your eyes are wide and your mouth opens and closes repeatedly like a fish out of water, your face is also still very, very red. Jeongguk thinks you’re adorable like this.

“Are you done?” he chuckles, thumbs stroking your cheekbones slowly.

You scrunche your nose, “not really, I’m still really sorry for being such a shitty fr—“

Jeongguk stops your sentence by slotting his lips over yours, pressing softly when he feels you freeze up. After a few seconds, you relax, and he lets out a breath through his nose before moving his lips against yours. You feel your head spin at the feeling of Jeongguk’s lips on yours, soft, so soft you could kiss him for hours.

After minutes just massaging each other’s lips, you pull away for breath and you have to push at Jeongguk’s shoulder to stop him from going forward, chasing your lips. You then smack said shoulder, making him wince before rubbing at the spot.

“What was that for?” He pouts, lips red and shiny. Shit, you shouldn’t be staring at his lips.

You glare, “that’s for cutting me off mid-sentence, with a kiss,” you smack his other shoulder, “and that’s for taking my first.” Now it’s your turn to pout. Despite that, you have to bite your lip to prevent a huge smile to spread across your face.

Jeongguk’s eyes are comically wide as he stares at you. “That was your first kiss?!”

You purse your lips in embarrassment, “don’t make fun of me now, you—“

Again, Jeongguk cuts you off with a peck. And another. And another until you’re almost giggling because it starts to feel funny but before you have the chance to, he’s kissing you so deep it takes your breath away. When he pulls away, it’s only from your lips but not from you because he trails his lips down, to your jaw, the column of your throat, until his fingers pull the material of his hoodie aside to allow him to mouth at your collarbone.

“Hey, hey, stop,” you hold both his cheeks in each hand, pulling him away from your clavicle only to see his pout right away. “Seriously, Jeon? I just told you that I just had my first kiss and you want to continue like that?” as if my face isn’t already red enough, you grumble under your breath.

Jeongguk’s pout turns into a grin, “Why not?”

You smack his chest for that, internally fawning over how hard his chest feels beneath your palm. You have to get used to this, don’t you? To Jeongguk being all over you, smiling that stupidly adorable grin of his, giving you kisses that take your breath away, doing things that just makes your stomach do that flip.

“I have a class at eight, that’s why,” you deadpan, reaching for your phone to glance at the time, “and it’s nearing three right now. We should go to sleep, Guk-ah,” you continue while grimacing, thinking of the lack of sleep you’re going to get tonight.

“Together?” Jeongguk says, excited. You give him a fourth smack of the night for that, holding back a smile when he laughs. “Come on, you cuddle up to me all the time when we watch movies together, why so shy now?”

You roll your eyes, “fine.”

You end up going to Jeongguk’s room, as per his insistence, where he tells you to change out of the hoodie and into one of his big t-shirts instead. It’s overwhelming, to be surrounded by his smell from both the t-shirt and the person himself, but you’re not complaining.

Cuddling on the couch with Jeongguk while watching a movie felt nice, but cuddling with Jeongguk on his bed feels even better because of the additional kisses he drops against your hair and temple. He gives you a kiss on the lips as a final good night kiss, before you both drift off to sleep in each other’s embrace.

a/n: sorry you had to go thru all that cheesiness, i didnt know where that came from either.. honestly. and its rushed toward the end alsjas i know it was nearing 3 am and i had a class in the morning SO. also fun fact: jeon placed his hoodie on oc’s bed lmao i wanted to include it in the story but didn’t seem to find the right time, heh. ok bye bye

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[silversainz]

my pretty girl

George Russell x reader

summary: in which George let's you know you're his only pretty girl

warnings: implied smut, light choking, petnames, praise kink, humiliating kink kinda, cooky!George kinda. rushed wrote this in under twenty minutes sorry!

"oh where's my pretty girl at" George asked as he walked into the kitchen getting down in one knee to pet the little dog that ran up to him. but you on the another hand turned around and looked at him with wide eyes and cheeks bloodshot red. George looked up at you and gave you a smirk. "What did you think I was talking about you huh?" you rolled your eyes at him and turned back around tying away on your laptop. but that still didn't stop him, because you felt the familiar touch of his arms wrap around your body pulling you back into his embrace while he put his head in the crock of your neck giving you light kisses.

"you know you're also my pretty girl right" you felt him smirk against your skin as you whimpered under his touch and he took this as his opportunity to slip his hand under your hoodie (his) and slowly ran his hands up your spine causing you to shiver at the coldness of his rings against your hot skin. "answer me love" his hands stopped moving, you whined at the lost of his touch and tried grabbing his hand but he only slapped your hand away and moved his hand up to your neck, wrapping it around lightly. "you won't be getting shit from me, unless you answer me love" he growled against your cheek, his other hand gripping onto your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

"yes" you managed to get out but that wasn't enough for him because he dropped his hand from your jaw and instead rolled your chair around to face him. and the dark look in his eyes almost made you whimper under his stare. he got down on one knee and looked up at you "yes what?" he slowly spread your legs apart, still waiting for an answer from you. "yes I know I'm your pretty girl" your face turned bright red at your own words, feeling humiliated.

he smirked at the redness on your cheeks and how you looked away from him, embarrassed by the words he forced you to say. he rolled his hoodie up to your waist and licked his lips at the sight of your black lingerie you were. you let out a grasp as he suddenly picked you up, pushed your laptop to the side and laid you down on the counter, pushing the hoodie up more your black matching bra showing. "God you're fucking gorgeous pretty girl" you covered your face with your hands feeling embarrassed, but he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head.

"don't hide from me. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum"

a/n: first George post let's go! hope this wasn't too crappy. I'll have another fic for him coming out soon. this was just an wholesome version of what's to come ♀️

[regalbootie]

On the down low

Summary: Larissa and reader have a relationship but it is not very well known and an old flame of Weems shows up and is very jealous.

Rated: Mature for future chapters and a little bit of spicy in this one 😋 we got some fluff in here too though

This was written on Google docs and a very crappy laptop so it's not very good and rushed incase my laptop died but looking at other options to write on so I apologise that this isn't very good 🥲

Larissa had never really liked to make a big deal about things that did not include her precious Nevermore academy, she cared for it as if it were her own child. So it was not common knowledge for those outside the academy that she had been happily married for the past year.

She had finally met the love of her life y/n, it took her a long to heal from her past with a certain raven haired roommate but when she first laid eyes on you every worry melted away and every scar over her heart healed.

Today was your first anniversary, Larissa had tried so hard to not have too many meetings but when the Addams family informed her of the date they would be arriving she could not move the date, she had bad history with the Addams family but she could never turn away a outcast that needed a home. So here she was waiting for the family to arrive who was already late, she kept checking her watch checking the time and becoming increasingly aware that she may be late for her anniversary plans.

Thankfully before all her patience had dried up she could see the black hearse rolling through the gates and she plastered on her biggest smile as the car rolled to a halt. The first to emerge from the hearse was a small teen, clearly Wednesday. Next was her brother, the father and Larissa’s breath sucked in at the sight of her old roommate. Her dress was so tight that Larissa was in awe of how graceful she was still able to get out of the car.

Trying to gain her senses before the family arrived to her office she took her seat at her desk and lovingly gazed at the picture she had of her and you on your wedding day. She had a whole big special night planned, god knows that y/n wasnt very good at planning things and was always so forgetful, something that she found very adorable but had you pouting when your attempts of planning things did not work out too well.

Larissa’s thoughts were cut short when she heard a knock at the door and her receptionist announced the Addams family arrival as if she didnt already know. “Come on in” she calls out and soon the family enters her office and Morticia is in awe looking around reminiscing of her school years, once everyone takes a seat the discussion of wednesday begins and Larissa is occasionally distracted by the sight of Morticia adjusting herself in her seat, Morticia casting a knowing glance, flashes of nights in their dorm room flashing behind both womens eyes.

Snapping back to the present when over the intercom her receptionist announces “Principle Weems, Mrs Weems is here to see you” Larissa could hear in the background the sound of a comotion and could only smile at the thought of what you could be up too. Before she could reply Mortica says “oh how lovely, your mother comes to visit you at work” smirking from ear to ear at her little dig, “No actually its my…” the sound of a chase and “come back come back!” could be heard outside the office doors and then a crash.

In comes y/n crashing through the door with something fuzzy wrapped up in your arm. “Got yah!” you shout as you hold onto the little puppy that was already wriggling out of your arms. The receptionist comes in after “i am so sorry Principle weems your wife was trying to catch the puppy and tripped!”

Larissa in a flash of light was by your side “darling are you ok!?” she said as she scanned over you for any injuries,she didnt even register the shocked family all still sitting. She helps you to your feet as you giggle at the puppy giving over enthusiatic kisses over your face “im ok honey, but im afraid my planned surprise has failed” you fake a pout and Larissa cant help but softly kiss them and pet the little pups head. A throat clearing cough can be heard from behind your wife and you gasp.

You did not expect someone to be in the office as Larissa had said she would be finished around this time. You see the one and only Mortica Addams with a look of what you can only describe as jealousy and you smirk. After all this time Gomez finally chimes in with “oh so you’re one of those lebanese?”

Laying your hand over your wifes heart and a dead pan face you correct “it lesbian” you never did like Gomez, he never was the brightness buld of the bunch even back in school. Wednesday smiled at you and you could see a look of admiration on her face as she watched the loving embrace you were in.

“Ah i remember you! y/n you used to follow me around school all the time!” mortica rose from her seat grinning, “actually i was following Larissa” you corrected, “I was trying to gain the courage to ask her out, but if i remember right, anytime I got close to her you would always assume i was trying to ask you out and you would send me away” a red hue of embarrassment burned across the mothers face and you couldnt help but grin and could peep a very happy Wednesday at seeing her mothers embarrassment.

“I am so sorry for interrupting your meeting, its our anniversary today and i thought Larissa had finished for the day so i came by with my gift” rubbing in you and Larissa’s happiness. “Well my love, i shall meet you at home for our plans later” you raise your eyebrows in a comedic way. You lock eyes with Mortica for a second and then pull your wife into a kiss which pulls a squeak for your lover that makes you smile. “Bye everyone! And welcome to the family Wednesday” you walk slowly out of the office leaving the occupants still in shock, one shamed Mortica, one very happy Wednesday and one horny Larissa. (Gomez was still trying to wrap it around his head that its lesbian and not lebanese)

You felt very proud of yourself and turn to blow a kiss as you round the corner to you and Larissa’s quarters to get ready for tonight. You enter the quarters setting the pup into his new bed that you got for him and he instantly falls asleep as he had used up all his energy playing/running away.

You move to the bedroom and a wicked idea comes to you. Moving to the closet you pull out a bag that you had hidden away and pull the contents out onto the bed. There lay the brand new lingerie you had purchased, you had purchased two different sets one scarlet red just like Larissa’s signature lipstick and one blue like your lovers eyes. Pulling out your phone you take pictures of the two options and send them directly to your wife.

*which one do you think you would like more, my love* grinning and biting your lip you watch as the message goes from sent to read.

Larissa heard the bell from her phone as she led the family through the halls and to Ophelia hall she apologized as she checked her phone giving the excuse of expecting important calls and emails. Her cheeks nearly go as red as her lipstick, quickly typing her response.

*either will do as it will not be on your body for long y/n* putting her phone away and continuing her speech on her great Nevermore, it didnt take long for Morticia to take over and talk about her and everything she had done and achieved. Rolling your eyes another bell and she checks her phone this time it was a picture of you in the blue set and Larrisa’s mouth hung open and another bell this time it was the red set. She gasps a little and furiously types “red, the red one” being so consumed by taking in the image on her phone Larissa did not register that mortica had come to her side and saw the image.

Making Larissa jumped pulling the phone awayfrom view, rushing past the angry/ jealous ex roommate to the dorm door where the rest of the family was waiting, Larissa introduced Wednesday to her roommate, smiling as the werewolf introduced herself and tried to bring her heart rate back to a normal speed.

More bells could be heard from her phone but Larissa knew better to open them as she had a feeling at what you were up too. “Well why dont you get settled in and say your goodbyes miss Addams and your dorm mother will be by soon to see you” Larissa smiles at the young woman and rushes past Morticia and down the hall and straight to her quarters.

Busting through the door she growls “you will be the death of me woman” and pounces on you who was laying there shocked on the bed in a seductive pose for the camera.

[lacroixwh0r3]

From within the Shadows

Vengeance!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Summary: Vengeance saves you after two intruders break into your place and you ask him to stay the night.

Warnings: SMUT!! Wet dream, somnophilia, fingering, grinding, oral (f receiving), violence, mentions of nightmares, nipple play, spit (that’s it I think)

A/N: I literally have no clue how to write a fight scene so I am so freaking sorry if it's bad, I swear I tried lmao. Also, this is very rushed ik!! But summer break starts next month then I have one summer class so I’ll be posting more. Enjoy luvs<33

Reader's POV

Tonight, Gotham is quieter than usual.

The usual sounds of screaming, gunshots, and police sirens were nowhere to be heard. Just the sound of the cars on the street going over the potholes filled with water and occasionally the sound of someone whistling for a taxi or people throwing away their trash.

Every night, I had a clear view of the bat signal, no matter where it was. On most nights, as soon as 11 pm hits, that signal was on; other nights we were lucky if the signal wasn't on until 12 am.

I do my nightly routine which consisted of showering, doing my skin care, and watching a crappy romance movie in my living room until I got tired. However, this night was different.

As I begin to finish my movie, I hear the sound of someone jiggling my door handle as if they expected it to open for them. Luckily, I locked the door, but this person was still trying their hardest to get in.

I pause the movie and silently ran to my kitchen to get the taser that sat in the junk drawer. I knew it wasn't going to protect me, but it would help me save some time to escape. I also knew that as much as I wanted to panic, it would not help in this situation.

At this point, they pushed against the door as hard as they can causing the door to budge slightly. When they realized that the door wasn't going to open with them pushing against it, they begin kicking it and pieces of wood began to fly as the door broke down. I begin to breathe heavily as I try to figure out a way to get out of here safely.

I decided that the safest place to go at the moment was my room inside my closet, so I sprint into my room and slam the door. As soon as I closed the door and locked it, the intruder successfully gets the door open. I hear the sound of the intruder stomping into my apartment as another person joins them. The intruder barks orders to the other person, telling them where to look. As soon as the man tells the other person to check the back rooms, my ears perk up. I adjust the taser in my hand, ready for that motherfucker to come back here.

I hear heavy feet make their way down the hallway that leads to the room I was hiding in. Suddenly, the loud sound of windows breaking cause the footsteps to stop. "Hey, look man we will leave with no problem," the intruder pleads. "Just let us go." I knew instantly who was here.

Gotham's hero, Vengeance.

Instantly, I hear grunts and punches being thrown which cause me to flinch. I can hear the sound of things being broken as Vengeance fights off the two intruders.

Someone gets hit with something hard, causing them to fall to the ground, but they quickly get back up and began to fight again.

Finally, the sound of police sirens can be heard. I let out a sigh of relief and decided to get out of the closet and look out the window. I see the red and blue lights of three cop cars. I hear the cops make their way to my apartment to collect the intruders. I decided that it was safe to come out of my hiding place.

As I open the door, the officers yell for me to walk out slowly with my hands up and I follow what they say. That's when I see a dark figure standing tall behind the officers. It was Vengeance just like I had though. I observe his suit before making eye contact with him. He just stares causing me to look away.

"Ma'am," A shorter officer with a thick mustache calls out, "Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?" He asked me.

"No, I'm okay."

"Okay, we're just going to ask you a couple questions and we'll be on our way." I just nodded my head and wrap my arms around my body. I notice that Vengeance was still standing in the room looking at me. I just avoid eye contact as much as possible while they asked me questions.

After forty long minutes, the police finally leave, which left me and Vengeance alone in silence. I decided to speak up first.

“Thank you so much for helping me,” I say as I look up at the mysterious man as his eyes look over my face. Almost as if he was searching for any injuries. He stayed silent, not muttering a single word, just watching me. “I’m pretty sure I would be dead if you weren’t here.” 

For a moment, there was an awkward silence between us. I awkwardly look around the trashed room as I try to avoid his intense gaze as I rub my arm with my other hand. This is going to be a damn pain to clean up later.

”Can you stop looking at me like that?” I asked him, feeling slightly annoyed and uncomfortable. I look up at him again and frown my eyebrows. “It’s rude not to speak and just stare, you know?” 

He then turns around to make his way to the front door and begins to reach for the handle. Not before turning his head slightly and saying, “You should find somewhere else to go tonight, it’s not safe here for you tonight.” He then twists the handle and pulls the door open. 

“But I have nowhere to go,” I called out to him, slightly stepping forward to grab out for him.”I have no friends or family to go to, can you please stay?” I pleaded out to him.

“I can’t,” Vengeance says firmly. “Please?” I beg him again. “I’ll let you stay in the extra room if you shower and take off your suit if you want.” He lets out a slight sigh and closes the front door. 

“Thank you,” relieved that he even agreed, I let out a sigh of relief. He just nods his head slightly and just stands there. Weird, but I’m not gonna question him because he literally saved my life. “Let me go get that stuff for you.” I headed to the closet that was in the hallway and got his toiletries and clothes that I knew could probably fit him. What can I say, I like to shop in the men’s section sometimes.

He was still standing in the middle of the room, just watching me. “Here you go.” I handed him his things, causing our hands to touch as he grabbed them from my hand. “The clothes are mine I swear” I laugh shortly before I realize he didn’t even crack a smile at my joke. 

Once again, we stand in front of each other just staring. I looked over his half-masked face, wondering what his face looked like under the black mask. 

Reluctantly, I lift my hand to touch his mask, feeling the smooth matte surface. His eyes look over my face curiously as I then move my hand down to touch the unmasked half of his face. I feel the slight stubble on his face, he obviously hasn’t shaved recently. My fingers make their way to his lips, feeling his soft, pink lips. “You are probably so handsome without the mask, Vengeance,” I whispered to him and he continued to say nothing again. 

I finally snap out of it. “I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” I pull my hands away from his face quickly and slap them over my eyes. “I promise I don’t usually do that,” I say to him, panicking that he might decide to leave. 

I backed away from him and found a seat near the now broken table, which was where I would eat. “Just- just don’t leave, okay?” Trying to get him to agree to stay. 

“I’m not leaving,” He mutters as he makes his way to me slowly. Due to the fact that I was sitting and he was standing, I had to lean my head up as he stood in front of me. 

As he looks down at me, he grips my chin with his gloved hand, slightly pulling me forward so my face is close to his torso. Oh fuck me, he looked so damn good from this angle. He cocked his head to the side as he observed my face for the thousandth time tonight, using his thumb to play at my lips. I parted my lips and began to feel that wonderful, familiar feeling of being turned on. Vengeance then sticks his thumb into my mouth and I let him. 

The bat symbol sat proudly on his chest as his breathing got faster as I sucked his finger. If he was hard, I knew that he was probably uncomfortable in that suit. 

After a few more seconds of that, he pulls away quickly and I see the spit that sat on his thumb. “Bathroom?” He asked me, being very short with me as usual, and not even looking at me anymore. Ouch. 

“Oh yeah, sorry. Follow me.” I get up from my seat and walk in the direction of the bathroom, making sure to avoid the mess along the way. “Here you are” I quickly looked up at him before looking away again.

“Let me know if you need anything.” I walked away to my room and sat at the edge of the bed then threw myself back and closed my eyes.

Today has been the worst day, I’m not even sure how I’m gonna replace any of this. I literally have no money. I mean I do, but I’ve been saving up so I can get the fuck out of Gotham and I will not let anything get in the way of that. 

After 20 minutes, the unnamed man gets out of the shower. He walks into the extra bedroom and I hear him shuffle around for a little. Oh shit, let me get him a blanket. 

I get the blanket and walk in the direction of the room. I wasn’t sure if I should go in or not so I dropped the blanket on the floor and quickly knocked on the door. “Um- Vengeance?” I called out. “I left a blanket for you if you need it.” Of course, he didn't reply so I walked away to my room and got back in bed. 

Once I get in the bed I hear the sound of the door opening and closing. I’m guessing he grabbed the blanket. I roll my eyes and sigh. I close my eyes and attempt to sleep.  

Two hours into sleeping, I jumped out of my sleep from a nightmare, my heart beating loudly. The nightmare was the same event that happened tonight, the only difference was Vengeance wasn’t there to save me. 

I began to panic and cry as I tried to stay calm, but nothing was working. I haven’t felt this scared in a while and I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to sleep, so I decided to do the unthinkable. 

I get out of my bed and make my way to the room he was in. I stood outside of the door, deciding if I should really ask if I could sleep with him, but I needed someone near me right now. I raise my hand to knock on the door but quickly drop it. Fuck it. I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Surprise surprise, no response. 

I decided that I was just gonna go into the room, he must be sleeping, right? 

I enter the pitch-black room. “Vengeance?” I whisper into the darkness. Nothing.

“Vengeance?” I say a little louder, feeling like a child ready to tell her parents she threw up. 

He lets out a loud sign, “what?” he asked me a little rudely. 

I’m not even gonna say anything. 

“I know this is really dumb, but do you mind if I sleep with you?” I asked him nervously.

“No.” He tells me instantly. 

“Please,” I begged again, slightly pouting even though I knew he couldn’t see me in the darkroom. “I had a nightmare and now I can’t sleep.”He sighs once more before I hear him shuffle on the bed. 

“I promise I’ll keep my distance,” I reassure him.  

“Whatever,” Vengeance says. I slowly make my way into the room, close the door behind myself, and make my way to the bed.

“How can you sleep in the dark?” I asked him. I was scared of the dark and always made sure I had small nightlights around the house, so I wasn’t really sure why there wasn’t one in this room.

I turn back to the door so I could go get a nightlight. “Would you like me to-” Before I could even fully ask my question, he interrupts me. 

“Don’t.” He stated firmly. I stopped immediately after he says this, not wanting to make him upset.

“Fine, I’m sorry for asking,” I say back feeling kind of offended by his rudeness. I walk to the full-size bed where the man was laying. There wasn’t a lot of space on it, but it will do for a couple of hours. 

I lift the blanket up and lay down on the edge of the bed, creating a little space between us on the slightly small bed so that Vengeance and I were not as close. The room was filled with cold air and the thin blanket barely warmed me up so I grab a pillow from behind my head and pull it close to my body to try to gain some sort of warmth. I even rub my legs together, however, nothing was working. 

I guess he realized that I was cold because I hear Vengeance scoot closer to me. I hold my breath wondering what he was going to do. He puts his heavy arm around my waist, put his large palm against my stomach, and pulls me close to his warm body. With the thin shirt he had on, I could feel his toned body on my back. The way he was touching me right now, I wanted his hands to move down farther…

“Relax and breath.” He mumbles out in my ear. I just nodded my head, trying not to make a fool of myself. I didn’t even realize the fact that I wasn’t breathing until he said something. I let out a staggered breath and close my eyes, attempting to go to sleep. 

Moments later, my mind finally shuts off, and sleep consumes me. 

Bruce’s POV

I’m not sure why I agreed to let her sleep with me. I’m not even sure why I decided to put my arm around her, but she was cold and obviously was struggling to sleep. I just wanted to make her feel comfortable. The feeling of her soft body against mine made me hold her tighter, wanting her to get as close as possible and inhale her beautiful scent. 

I could hear her soft breathing and feel her tense body relax meaning she finally went to sleep, but now I couldn’t sleep. I had to make sure she was going to be okay before the sun came up. Occasionally, she would let out a loud sigh and push her body into mine. 

As much as I seemed like I hated this, I didn’t. I just needed to keep my distance.

Suddenly, she flips her body around so she was now facing me. She wraps her legs around my waist and hugs me against her body. I could feel the heat from between her legs on the lower part of my stomach. I wrap my arm around her and rub her back softly causing her to let out a sigh of contentment and rubbed her face into my body. 

We lay in that position for the next couple of minutes, that was until she began to slowly grind her hips against mine causing her to let out soft little moans. My cock slowly began to harden as she begins to press harder and her moans got louder. 

This is so fucking wrong, but she felt so good. 

I grunt out as I feel myself almost cum from her movements like a teenage boy, but instead, I frantically wake her up. “You have to wake up,” I force out as she continues grinding her hips. She still doesn’t stop. “Wake up,” I say firmly this time and loud. 

The woman jumps out of her sleep and falls on the floor causing a loud thump. “Shit…” she curses out as she sits on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her. 

“Yes,” she groans out. “Why did you wake me up? You asshole,” she asks me as she gets off the floor and just stands over the bed. Hard fall I guess. 

I try to hold back my laugh, but end up smirking because I knew she couldn’t see me. “Maybe because you were grinding on me in your sleep.” She lets out a loud gasp as I admitted why I woke her. 

“I am so sorry, I should really go back to my bed.” I hear her begin to walk to the door. 

“It’s fine, you can come back to the bed,” I tell her, not wanting her to leave either. She gets back in the bed and I go back to the other side to keep a safe distance between us. 

“Thanks,” She says awkwardly as she settles back on the bed. There was once again an awkward silence that filled the air around us. I start to think back to the way she grinds her pussy against my cock. The thought of feeling her wet cunt wrapped around my hard cock as I pound into her hard fills my head, only making my cock harder. I wanted her to scream out my name; however, that would require me to expose myself to her and I don’t plan on doing that.  

The way she rubbed my face earlier made me want to take her right there on the floor. It took everything in me not to. 

My hands were itching to touch her, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. 

“Um, Vengeance?” Her voice was shaky as she called out to me. I just keep quiet not wanting to talk right now. 

When she realized I wasn’t going to answer her, she huffs loudly and flipped on her side so that her back was facing me. “Did I make you uncomfortable? If so, I’m sorry.” Her apology sounded sincere, but the thing is, I wasn’t uncomfortable. 

I just let out a short chuckle.“You think I was uncomfortable?” I mutter out as I look over at her silhouette. Rather than thinking with my head, I decided to let my dick take control. I pull her close to me, allowing her to feel my erection. She lets out a gasp and backs into me more without realizing it. 

“Do you feel what you did to me? All you did was rub that sweet little pussy on me and now I’m hard,” I taunt in her ear as I rub my cock on her ass. “I bet you’re so wet for me right now, huh?” She nodded her head as she turned her to look over her shoulder. I knew she couldn’t see me due to the dark, but I was still afraid she would catch a glimpse of my face somehow. 

“Please Vengeance, I need you so bad baby.” She begged me. I decided to toy with her after hearing how needy she was. 

I bring my face close to her face and nip at her lips. “How about you tell me what you were dreaming about and maybe I’ll give you what you want? Sound fair?” She furiously nodded her head, eager for me to touch her. “Go on then.” I direct her. 

“Um-well, I had a dream you were eating me out…” She confessed as she sounded embarrassed. 

“Tell me more,” I pushed for more. 

“You-” she interrupted herself as she took a deep breath as she took a minute to gather herself. “You dragged me to the edge of the bed while you ate my pussy,” Her hips twitch into mine as she recalls the dream. 

“God, it felt so fucking real. So fucking good.” She moaned out as her legs tremble as she stretches them. 

Reader's POV

Vengeance suddenly ripped his body off mine as he scooted himself to the foot of the bed and stood tall in front of me. I let out a loud yelp as he yanked me by my ankles causing my shirt to rise. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?” I asked him a little confused why he just yanked me as I try to bring my shirt back down frantically. However, he makes no effort to answer me. 

Instead, he just asks me, “Do you mind if I take off your shorts?” A little shocked by his question, I just nodded my head, but I knew he couldn’t see me due to the pitch-black room. 

I let out a breathy, “yeah.” He then ripped off my thin shorts along with my underwear causing me to get closer to the edge of the bed as my pussy was just exposed out in the open. I quickly clamp my legs shut. He gets down on his knees at the end of the bed and I knew exactly where this was heading. Vengeance grips my knees and pulls my legs apart. 

“You better not hide from me again,” He tells me. Aggressive much. 

He brings his cold fingertips to my opening as he slowly teases it. I flinch from the sudden coldness of his finger, but he quickly grips onto my thighs with his other hand so he can hold me still. “Don’t fucking move,” he warns me sternly as he goes back to playing with my pussy. He gathers my wetness and begins to rub my clit with it slowly. I let out a moan but quickly slapped my hand over my mouth as my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

Vengeance suddenly stops rubbing my clit and slapped the inside of my thigh. “Ouch, what was that for?” I whine out. 

“I want to hear you moan,” he says lowly as he goes back to what he was doing. His fingers toy with my clit and tease me. I moan and left my hips up to gain some more friction, but he just pulls his fingers back more. 

“Please, Vengeance. I want more.” I beg him, but he continued on with his teasing. That was until he grabbed a hold of the back of my knees and brought his face close to my pussy. At this point, I don’t think I could even breathe properly. The coolness on my pussy causes goosebumps to spread around my body as he breathed close to my pussy. 

“How bad do you want it?” He grunts out as his grip on the back of my knees tightens even more. My pussy throbbed even more from his words. 

“So bad, I fucking need you,” I say desperately again. 

I suddenly feel his wet warm tongue attack my pussy as he starts from my hole and wraps his lips around my clit once he makes his way up. I jolt up and let out a squeak as I try to close my legs, but he keeps them open as he keeps flicking his tongue around the pearl. For a quick second, he stops and murmurs against me, “what did I tell you?”, and goes back to pleasuring me. 

I just moan out loudly in response, allowing my hands to travel up my torso as I tease myself and raise my shirt over my breast to play with my nipples as he continued to make me feel the most overwhelming pleasure I’ve ever felt. “Fuck,” I moan out loudly and that encouraged him to go faster with his tongue. 

Vengeance lets go of one of my legs and bring his fingers to my hole once again, but this time he slips his middle and ring finger into me with ease due to my wetness. I gasp loudly and lift my torso off the bed. “Relax yourself,” he orders me in a low tone, so low I could barely hear him. “Sorry,” I whine out. 

He pauses his movement for a little inside of me, I’m assuming he’s trying to let me adjust to them. After about a minute, he slowly works them in and out of me causing my slick to collect at his knuckles and make wet sounds that could be heard throughout the room. I moan as he curls his fingers inside of me and brushes his fingertips against the spongy area. 

“Does this make you feel good?” He asks me. I just nodded my head as my mouth was wide open, unable to utter a word or let out the moans that collected in my throat. “I want to hear you,” He tells me. 

“It makes me feel so good,” I breathe out as drool runs out on the side of my mouth. 

“Good girl.” Vengeance says and this almost caused me to cum immediately. He brings his mouth back down to my cunt and sucks on my clit as he continues to finger me. He also uses his thumb on my clit to help bring me to my orgasm faster. “Are you going to cum, good girl? You feel so tight around my fingers.”  

I frantically nodded my head. “I’m going to cum,” I let out and gasp as I feel my orgasm creep up on me in my stomach. One hand flies to my breast and I play with my sensitive nipples, while the other grabbed onto the mystery man's soft hair as I pushed him closer to my pussy. “This feels so fucking good, baby boy.” He began to suck on my clit more and the motion of his fingers go faster. This set me off. 

“Vengeace!” I say as I cum. I hold onto his hair to hold him still and lightly grind against his face. I feel his very light stubble that I didn’t even realize was there. I also feel the heavenly sensation of his pointy nose occasionally hitting my clit as he licks around. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” My mind goes blank, I stop breathing, and I let out the loudest moans. 

Finally, after my orgasm begins to wind down, he comes to a stop and lets go of my leg, allowing me to catch my breath and calm down. Before letting my legs go, he places soft kisses from my core to mid-thigh. “That was so good,” I say as I pull my shirt down and cover my eyes using my forearm. My body still quivered as I try to relax. 

He gets off of his knees and gets back on the bed. Vengeance pulls my body off the edge of the bed and pulls me into his chest. I feel his hard cock against my thigh causing me to look up at him even though I couldn’t see his face. I bring my hand to the back of his head to bring his head close to mine. “Do you want me to help you with that baby?” I ask him seductively. I lick the side of his parted lips, tasting myself on them. Straddling his waist, I grind on him causing him to let out a low moan, but he grips my waist to stop my movements. 

“No,” He whispers. “You need to get some rest, today has been a long day.” He tells me sternly and I let out a huff. 

“But I want to help you,” I whine out as I try to continue grinding on him. 

He grunts again and lefts his hips up to get more friction, but then drops them moments after. “I’m serious, go to bed. I know you’re tired.” He tells me as he pecks my lips and pushes me off of him. He cuddles me from behind again, wrapping his arms around my waist and I put mine over his. 

I begin to think about the fact that I never seen his face this whole time, yet I wanted more of him. Something about his dark and mysterious presence made me want him more. 

“Will you stay in the morning?” I ask him, but he does not respond to me. That instantly made my heart hurt but I should’ve known it was going to be like this. I mean, he wouldn’t even let me see his face for christ's sake. 

“Good night, Vengeance.” I just sigh and go to sleep before he can reply.

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.fairytale of new york | ten.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 2295

warnings: age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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Y/N

The drive home to Elmdale was long, much too long. The traffic heading out of the city was relentless, drawing the drive out even longer, meaning that you simply had more time in your own head, more time to ponder over what had happened, and mourn the loss of Bucky.

Yelena, who had taken Bucky's place on your trip, tried to keep you entertained during the drive, having chosen to take the wheel so that you could relax, singing off-key to every song that came on shuffle and regaling you with stories of her party antics, but it didn't work, as much as you wished it would. Your mind kept wandering to Bucky, to the girl - Dot - in his kitchen, and to the look of guilt on his face.

When the pair of you finally arrived outside your parents house you immediately rushed to your childhood bedroom and closed the door, barely even saying 'hello' to your family, leaving Yelena to fend for herself.

A week passed by quickly, and Christmas approached. Your family kept trying to drag you into family activities, hoping to cheer you up.

"Why don't you come to the Christmas Market with me?" Your mum would ask.

"Or maybe we could take the dog for a walk?" Your dad would suggest.

"Christmas movie marathon?" Was your older brother's proposal.

You always went with them and joined in, not wanting to upset them during the holidays, but your heart wasn't really in it, and it was clear that they knew that. You hadn't told them what had happened, you didn't even tell Yelena until the night before Christmas Eve.

She had come into you room where you were sat in bed, watching a crappy Christmas movie on Netflix, although you hadn't really been paying attention, your mind focused on the last conversation that you'd had with Bucky.

"So, are you planning to tell me what's going on?" She asked from the doorway, ripping your thoughts away and bringing you back to reality. When you didn't immediately answer she moved to position herself in your bed beside you, pulling the covers up to keep her warm. "What happened between you and Professor Barnes?"

In all honesty, you were embarrassed, ashamed that you had ever let yourself fall into that trap in the first place. But as Yelena pushed, begging you to tell her, you finally let it spill from your lips.

Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, letting out everything that you had been holding to yourself for the past week. Her expression was that of shock and sympathy as you continued to tell the story, even letting slip that you had brought his present with you because for a second, when you had been getting ready to leave the next day, you had completely forgotten what had happened, until it hit you again as soon as you sat down in the car.

"I'm so sorry," was all Yelena could say, and you shrugged, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

"You know the stupidest part?" You continued. "I actually thought that this was the one that was going to last. That this was real, that I was important to him. I guess not."

You choked back a sob, but as soon as Yelena wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, you began to weep, unable to hold it back any longer. The pair of you sat like that for most of the night, your head resting on her shoulder, until you both finally fell asleep.

Christmas Eve was usually your favourite time of year; the anticipation, the festivities, the magical feeling of knowing that Christmas was only one sleep away. But you didn't feel very festive that year. You curled up on the sofa, your family and Yelena long asleep already. You held a cup of tea in your hands to warm them from the cold, the fire blazing in the hearth. The lights were turned off, but the golden glow from the Christmas tree in the corner was enough to light the room as you sat there, absentmindedly watching 'Elf', waiting for the moment that sleep would take over and you'd finally be able to head to bed.

You took a sip of your tea, glancing out of the window at the snowy landscape. Elmdale may be a small town with not much going on, but during winter time it was truly beautiful. The moon was bright in the sky, an almost unhindered view of the stars visible to you even through the window. The orange beams of the street lamps shone down onto the country road outside, bouncing off the sheet of thick white snow that had fallen throughout the day, illuminating the figure that stood on the other side of the street.

You froze, sitting up in your seat to get a better look at the figure. They were looking directly through the window, straight at you, and as they took a step forward into the light, you were able to make out the features of their face.

Within a second you were on your feet, rushing out into the snow, your slippers doing little to keep your feet warm in the snow, the thin jumper that fell to you mid-thigh barely protecting you from the cold.

"Y/N."

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" You asked when you finally reached him, looking up at him. His blue eyes twinkled in the street lamp - he looked tired, almost as tired as you knew you also looked.

"I-I couldn't go another day without seeing you," he said quietly. "Without explaining."

You sighed, shaking your head as you brought your arms to wrap around your body. "I think it's too late for that Bucky."

"Please." It sounded almost like a beg, as if he were pleading for you to just listen to him, even for a second. Slowly you nodded, looking up at him again as he prepared himself to explain. "I didn't sleep with Dot."

Your heart hurt at the sound of her name, at the memory of her looking you up and down as she introduced herself as if she were judging every inch of you, of finding out that Bucky had told her about you.

"I swear I didn't," he continued, running a hand through his hair, a tell-tale sign that he was stressed. "She's an old hook-up, someone that I used to see whenever she was in town. She showed up at my door, soaked through from the snow. I gave her a dry shirt to wear and a drink to warm her up, and as soon as she was changed and feeling better, I explained that it wouldn't happen this time because of you. She completely understood, and had already booked a hotel and called an Uber when you arrived. Nothing happened, Dot means nothing to me, not like you do."

You paused, squinting your eyes slightly in surprise. You wanted to trust him, you really did, but you couldn't be certain, after everything that had taken place, that he was telling the truth.

"I told her all about you, how amazing you are," he kept going. "I told her that I didn't want anyone else but you. How I've already applied for a position at NYU so that we can be together, because you're more important than anythin-"

"You applied to transfer to NYU?" You interrupted, astonished.

"Yes," Bucky smiled. "And I got accepted. I start after winter break."

"Y-You did that for me?" You couldn't quite wrap your head around it, that he would give up his position at SHIELD Institute for you.

"Of course I did," he replied, placing his hands on your elbows, pulling you closer slightly. "I would do anything for you. I love you."

You felt as if you could cry once again, but this time for a completely different reason. He had said the three words that you had been waiting, hoping, to hear. You couldn't stop yourself from reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and planting a kiss to his lips. He melted into the kiss, melted into you, his arms quickly wrapping around your waist.

"I love you too," you said with a smile as you pulled away. It was him that instigated the kiss this time, smiling against your lips happily. When the pair of you were suitably out of breath, you parted, and Bucky reached down, bringing your hands into his.

"You're so cold, doll," he said, planting a warming kiss to your knuckles. He quickly removed his jacket, draping it over your shoulders, before you reached for his hand again, guiding him to your home.

"What's going on?" Your dad's voice sounded from the top of the stairs as you and Bucky made your way inside, closing the door behind you. "Who the hell is this?"

You beamed up at your parents, who stood on the top step of the staircase, your brother hovering behind them, Yelena leaning against the wall with a smile, all of them looking down at you and Bucky. You chuckled, glancing at Bucky before looking back at your parents.

"This is Bucky," you said with a smile. "My boyfriend."

Your family quickly rushed down the stairs, bustling you and Bucky into the kitchen and seating you at the dining table. Your mum whipped up a mug of hot chocolate for everyone, and the whole family, plus Yelena, crowded around the table. They fell into conversation easily, as they always did, asking how you and Bucky had met, to which you replied in a bar, and your dad had warned you against dating drinkers. Thankfully, Bucky knew that he was joking, and had laughed aloud with the rest of your family, squeezing your hand under the table.

Not long after they began throwing questions in Bucky's direction. For a second worry grew in the pit of your stomach - what if they didn't like him? What if he accidentally let slip that he was your teacher? But Bucky answered every question with ease, almost as if it were natural to him.

"Where are you from Bucky?" You mum asked, leaning forward in her seat towards him.

"New York born and bred," Bucky explained, taking a sip of his drink. "Besides college in DC, I've always lived in New York."

"And what do you do now?" Your dad asked, raising a brow at him. Bucky threw a concerned glance to you, but quickly recovered.

"I work in the education sector," he said with a flash of his charming smile, pushing his glasses up his nose just slightly.

"Ah good!" You dad beamed. "A very respectable job."

"Did you know that you're the first guy that Y/N's ever brought home?" Your brother piped up, motioning to you. Bucky frowned, looking at you with a smirk.

"Is that so?" He chuckled, and you could feel the blush rising on your cheeks.

An hour or so later everyone retreated back to bed due to the late hour, but you and Bucky decided to stay. You watched your family make their way upstairs and caught, for a second, as your mum leaned in to talk to Yelena.

"He's cute," she said with a smile, glancing back over her shoulder, causing Yelena to laugh.

"That is right," she chuckled, throwing a wink at you. "You could even say he is a hotty."

You chuckled, finally cuddling up on the couch with Bucky and watching the end of the movie that you had been watching when he had arrived.

"Your family is nice," Bucky said finally, his fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns on your shoulder as you snuggled closer to his chest.

"I think they like you," you smiled up at him, the movie quickly forgotten. "They like people that they can joke around with."

"Is it true that I'm the first guy you've ever brought home?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You giggled slightly, glad to finally be back to normal with him, as if everything had fallen into place exactly, no cracks, no seams, just perfection.

"That is true," you laughed.

"And why is that?" He chuckled, but you simply shrugged.

"No one else was ever important enough."

Bucky beamed.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Bucky said, sitting up and leaning down to reach into his bag. "I got you a present."

You jumped to your feet quickly. "So did I, wait here."

You rushed up to your room, rooting through your suitcase until you found the little wrapped book, running back down to the living room and falling into the couch beside him. With a smile you exchanged presents with him.

Your fingers slid under the wrapping paper of his gift to you, pulling it open gently. As you removed the paper, you turned the gift over in your hand, recognizing immediately the same sky-blue leather and hand-painted gold borders. You looked up, catching his eye, and the pair of you fell into a fit of laughter. You had bought each other the exact same book.

You hand trailed over the hand-painted golden lettering on the front cover.

A complete history of Halley's Comet.

"Let me guess," Bucky chuckled. "Cogito Books?"

"Exactly," you laughed in response. You leaned forward, placing a quick kiss to his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

From the corner of your eye you saw a tag attached to the wrapping paper that you had just ripped away. You picked it up, plucking the tag from the paper and opening it to read the words written in his scrawl.

To Y/N, My Everything. Merry Christmas. Love, your Professor, Bucky.

| @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer | @moonlightreader649 | @stormy-stardust |

[zoeykallus]

Tech x Female Reader - I Can't Let You Give Up

Tech x FemaleReader Emotional Hurt/Comfort One-shot

WARNINGS!!!: Mention Of Suicidal Thoughts/ Implied Preperation Of Suicide/ Mention Of Drugs/ Mention Of Alcohol/ Hurt/ Angst/ Comfort/ Fluff/ Worried Tech/ Caring Tech/Happy End

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Heads up! This isn't exactly pretty. Don't know who needs this or if anyone does, but here it is.

Because of the delicate subject in this, I chose not to tag anyone.

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I Can't Let You Give Up

There was this woman, Tech saw her often at Cid's Bar. She was pretty, practically always a smile on her face, which made her eyes shine. He always admired her from a distance, watching her more or less secretly. Of course, Crosshair hadn't missed that, and every now and then, he teased him about it. But Tech had learned to tune out his brother's snarky comments. He liked watching this woman, she was so pretty and he liked the way she moved, the way she smiled at the people she talked to, so open, warm. Tech was sure she had a good heart, matching her appearance. After each mission, he sought out the bar in hopes of seeing her again, the beautiful woman who had piqued his curiosity. He never approached her and avoided her gaze when she looked in his direction. He was much too insecure and shy to talk to her. But he liked to look at her, and liked to imagine that she would smile at him that way, too, if he ever got up the courage to approach her. One evening, though, she was back in the bar, but something was different. She didn't smile, or rarely, when she was approached she was always friendly, but still, something was different, her eyes didn't smile, only her mouth, but he could see she was trying hard to keep up the pretense. The next evenings were similar, at some point she didn't show up at all.

Unsettled and secretly worried, he kept looking for her, but she never came back. Tech questioned through the guests he usually saw her talking to, none of them knew why she stopped coming to the bar, but one of them, knew where she lived. Tech's heart beat wildly in his chest as he stood in front of the small cottage she lived in. A small, outwardly dilapidated house that squeezed between the large buildings in a dark alley, as if it would be crushed by them.

There was light in the window, so someone was home. After a few moments of collecting himself, he finally knocked on the front door.

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You heard a knock at the door, looked up from the pillbox in your hand and to the door. You really didn't feel like having visitors now. Turning the pillbox indecisively in your hand, you stared at it, feeling empty, and at the same time there was far too much on your mind. You longed for peace, for an end to your worries, for something good. But there was nothing, you couldn't find anything in the emptiness that had taken hold of you.

There was another knock. Your eyes wandered to the clock, it was already quite late in the evening. Who would visit you this late? Ignoring the knock, you looked from the pillbox to the bottle of Spotchka with which you were going to wash down the pills. It would be painless, you'd feel some kind of rush before you'd slowly get tired, fall asleep, and never wake up. At least, that's what the holonet said.

Another knock.

You didn't know if some part of you wanted to be distracted or if you just wanted rest, but you slammed the pillbox down on the table, got up, and went to the door. You opened it just a crack, a blaster in your hand on your back, after all, the neighborhood was crappy and that was putting it kindly.

"Yes?" you asked, a bit annoyed, looking up at a rather tall man who looked strangely familiar.

He was staring at you out of wide eyes behind the lenses of his goggles, as if you had startled him.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked when he didn't say anything.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and smiled wryly.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late" he said so softly that at first you were puzzled.

"Okay...?" you said a little confused.

"I just wanted to see if everything was okay."

Now you were even more confused, you felt strangely caught, but he couldn't possibly know that, could he? Who was this guy?

"Why?" you asked nervously.

"I haven't seen you at Cid's Bar in a while," he explained, as if it were obvious.

Now you remembered. You had seen him at the bar. You had often felt he was watching you, but he had never approached you. You weren't quite sure if you were comfortable with him.

"I remember you, you often watch me in the bar, but you always look away when I seek eye contact," you said frankly.

He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"I guess that's true. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just like seeing you smile, but you haven't done that in a long time."

The fact that this strange man had noticed, someone you had never spoken a word to before, that you were no longer smiling, hit you unexpectedly hard. You swallowed.

"You noticed that?"

He nodded gravely.

"Of course," he said, as if it were a given.

You swallowed again and said softly, "Well, I'm not very happy."

He looked at you with concern.

"May I ask why?"

You looked up at him, unsure if you should talk to him. You didn't know him at all, after all, but since you had moved here you had only made superficial acquaintances anyway, and after what you had actually planned to do, it didn't matter if you talked to anyone, or to whom, anyway.

"We don't even know each other," you still said uncertainly in a low voice.

He smiled at you unperturbed, held out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Tech. What's your name?"

You had to smile, you couldn't help it. You shook his hand and said, "I'm Y/N. Pleased to meet you Tech."

"The pleasure is all mine"

You decided to take the risk, today was a very strange day anyway and invited him in. Surprised by your invitation, he entered the house and found himself in the open living room-kitchen. You asked him to sit down on the sofa and sat down next to him, with some courtesy distance.

His eyes wandered over the pillbox and the spotchka and you were annoyed that you hadn't thought to put it away.

He blinked and looked at you from the side.

"Are you having hysterical breakdowns or something?"

"What?" you asked, confused.

"Do you have hysterical episodes or something?"

"No. Why?"

He pointed to the pillbox.

"This is a very strong sedative that is usually prescribed to hysterical patients."

At first you didn't know what to answer.

But you didn't even get to that before he continued.

"You shouldn't swallow medicine with alcohol," he said softly, and he sounded sad, so sad that you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

You cleared your throat and vigorously blinked away the tears.

"I know," you said simply.

"Now I'm afraid to leave again. What if I go away and tomorrow.... you no longer exist?" he continued.

"That wouldn't be your responsibility, nor your fault," you said in a strained voice.

"Why are you so unhappy?" he wanted to know, looking at you worriedly "You had the most beautiful smile of all, who stole it from you?"

Your hand clawed into your thigh, tight and painful to distract yourself from how much you wanted to cry right now.

You sighed and said, "I'll try to sum it up. A few days ago I kicked my boyfriend out, broke up with him. Because he had taken advantage of me. As long as he needed something from me, sex, food or any other attention, he was there, otherwise I was alone in this relationship, he exploited me emotionally and physically until I had no more energy. One day later I found out that my financial reserves are gone, the same day I was fired because my employer is broke. So I'm going to lose my house, even if it's just a broken down little shithole in a shitty neighborhood, but it's my home. I... feel lonely even in a room full of people, separated from... well everything. I haven't had anything to eat in the house for three days and the spotchka as well as the pills I stole. I have been very tired for a long time... very tired and have no energy, even before this shitshow started last week, it just put the icing on the cake."

Tech looked at you wide-eyed, adjusted his goggles with his index finger, and said, "You haven't eaten in three days? No wonder you can't think straight! I'm very sorry about all this, but if you'll let me, I'd be very happy to help you."

You sighed wearily and said with a brittle voice, "I don't know, I'm just so tired of everything."

He frowned unwillingly.

"I can't let you give up."

"Why do you want to help me so badly?" you asked incredulously.

"Because I'm a good person and I just happened to hear about your situation. So I want to help. Well... I probably have a little crush on you, too."

His confession made you laugh, heartily and honestly, not at him or what he had said, much more at this strange situation you just found yourself in.

"I'm sure we can get you a job at Cid's bar if that's what you want. I could get you something to eat right now and... your boyfriend, well, we can do without him I guess. But I can keep you company if you don't want to be alone today."

It was so strange, just a moment ago everything had been so gloomy, chaos in your head and emptiness in your heart. Now you looked at this man on your sofa, who by the way was kind of cute, and all of a sudden you didn't feel all alone anymore. He had seen you, not just looked at you but really seen you. He had realized that something was wrong, he was worried. Maybe you weren't so alone in this universe after all.

"Okay, maybe I'm ready to try again, maybe keep going," you said softly.

He smiled.

"Very well! Then please allow me to dispose of the pills," he said seriously.

Your eyes wandered to the box and you felt that you were reluctant to look at them, all at once.

You nodded.

"Okay."

Tech took the pills from the table, left the house for a moment and came back.

"Grab your keys and whatever else you need and come with me" he said spiritedly, holding out a hand to you.

For some reason you had to grin and it was so relieving, you had thought you would never use those facial muscles again. You complied with his request and reached for his hand. It was a little surreal as he walked with you holding your hand to a landing spot near Cid's bar, but it felt good. You didn't know this man, but you felt safe with him, even though everything in you would normally have resisted going with a stranger.

"I've arranged a slightly belated BBQ," he said "A midnight BBQ."

In front of one of the shuttles were a couple of men who had set up camping chairs and a table, and on a large homemade grill next to it, all sorts of meats and vegetables were already sizzling.

It smelled wonderful, so wonderful that you almost burst into tears. When you don't know for days when and if you'll get something to eat again, such a simple invitation to a BBQ was an absolute godsend.

One of the men, a tall slim one of similar stature to Tech said, "I can't believe it, you finally dared to approach her".

The man grinned at him.

"Those are my brothers Crosshair, Hunter, Echo and the bigger one over there standing by the grill with the tongs, that's Wrecker".

You nodded to the men who all gave you a friendly greeting, Wrecker even more so with an enthusiastic wave of the grill tongs.

"Come and sit down," said the man with the bandana, Hunter if you weren't mistaken.

"I don't want to impose," you said sheepishly.

Echo flashed you a wry smile with an amused sideways glance at your intertwined hands and said, "Don't be silly, you're welcome to join us. Tech's friends are our friends too"

You looked up at Tech, who gave you an encouraging nod.

"Go ahead, come sit down" he said and led you to the table.

There you sat, among new friends, people you didn't know but who were suddenly there for you when you were really in need. Life suddenly went on and it surprised you, but it was beautiful.

[hrtbreakanniversary]

HONESTY; druig [three]

pairing: mafia!druig x nurse!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: i can't write action scenes for shit, violence, nightmares, dirty men, blood, fighting, kidnapping (?), brief moment of SEXUAL ASSAULT

a/n: so sorry for that really long wait. finals are officially over and I no longer need to stress over that. ty for your patience and enjoy. I consider this more as a stepping point/filler of the story.

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This date was tolerable.

Starting off with the fact that Kro was easy on the eyes. He had those dark circles underneath his eyes like a Tim Burton character and his height was to brag for.

But that didn't blind her from the fact that everyone was wearing an outfit that costed more than the meal she was having. And the meal was barely a meal.

It didn't help that the man across her was awfully intimidating, hardly exchanging words between each other except for small talk. She was even able to carry out a fuller conversation with their waiter who was a large, dark male named Phastos. She learned his name in the case that the front asked because he saved her from falling asleep on top of the meal that could barely be called one.

But Kro was sweet. He pulled out for the chair for her and asked her about her day. Even let her rant about how crappy of a coworker she has, not putting his name in her mouth because she’s better than that, and stole her credit. He didn't poke fun at her when he realized she knew nothing about the type of meal they were eating and instead helped her out.

She even learned about how he just recieved a spot as a CEO at his company. Which is why she figured they were even able to get a spot in a place like this.

Also made the assumption that he was one of those bosses that never talked to his workers either because he could barely talk to her either. That didn't mean she didn't find him all that bad. He was probably the type of person that would open up after a while. Maybe a couple more dates and they'll be okay. IF there would be a couple more dates.

But there was an eerie feeling that was felt around him that she couldn't get passed. So seeing her apartment in her view made her a little more happier than it should've. But she'd much rather be under her sheets, rewatching season 1 of Ted Lasso.

"This is me." Motioning towards the building at the end of the street.

Kro stood at least a foot taller than she did, eyeing the large rural building. Y/N rolled side to side on her heal as he seemed more interested in the architecture of the place. “It seems to be getting late and we should end the night. It was nice meeting you, I’ll see you around.” She had already walked two steps when his voice rang through the air.

“I’m not a idiot, I know how much of a bore tonight must’ve been for you.”

“That obvious?” The cold air rushed by just in time to blame the red cheeks on that rather than her embarrassment. Now she felt bad. It's one thing to have a bad time. It's another to have the other know. Much work needed on her facial emotions. "I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I've just never done these type of things so I was a bit out of it."

A dick response was expected from Kro but he did the complete opposite. Instead, he laughed! The white of his teeth shined against the light of the moon, his finger returning to rub against his bottom lip again.

"I mean we still have the rest of the night ahead of us, it doesn't have to end here."

"Say, how much can you drink?"

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A bottle of red champagne seemed to have done the job of the lighting up the mood. Y/N herself had one too many drinks and was beginning to feel a bit woozy. The fairy lights in her house only becoming mere specks of dust in her eyes.

Kro took a sip of the sparkling white liquid, chuckling at the dry joke that slipped from her lips about hoppy frogs. Y/N continued to rake her mind for more and more jokes she knew about frogs, slowing down when she felt his heavy stare on her.

Unable to contain the blush on her cheeks, she played dumb” Is there something on my face?”

Kro smirked, his body moving closer towards hers, "You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."

“Oh please.” She took a gulp of the wine as she rolled her eyes playfully. In such an alluring pace, she set her hand onto his broad shoulder. “How many girls have you said that to?”

"Just you."

"Oh yeah?"

He hummed but Y/N shook her head," I don't believe that."

Whilst she took another gulp from her wine, she hadn't noticed how close Kro had scooted towards her until she felt what was like sandpaper against her lips. It just felt like lips touching rather than an actual kiss as he wasn't pushing either. She hadn't even had the time to react to the kiss before Kro had pulled away. "Believe me now?" He spoke in a sensuous tone. She would believe him if the kiss didn't suck ass.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Quickly giving him a quick peck to refrain herself from answering his question because anything that come out would just be the painful truth.

Swiftly shifting so she could place her glass onto the counter, she brought her hand up to his shoulder to squeeze it. It seemed like Kro had gotten the wrong message from her doing so because he leaned in for third kiss but she was already quick enough to turn her head. "It's getting kind of late, don't you think?" Way to be smooth about it.

The way his smile fell from her face made her feel so bad. Lie through it, woman. "I just have a shift tomorrow and want to get some rest." She stood up too quickly, almost feeling lightheaded. But she didn't want to see his reaction, to see his disappointment. The cups on the table interested the girl instead, immediately picking them to start "cleaning".

"You're welcome to use my bathroom if you need to before you go. Don't mind Callie, she'd hear it from me if she bothers you again."

This was another story to tell Annie. Knew that redhead would get a kick out of hearing about yet another gossipable event of her failing life.

"I'll see you around." He voiced from below her," Just hope that bloke Trevor doesn't bother you much tomorrow then."

She almost dropped the glasses from her hands when he finished his sentence. Any other day, she'd agree. Any other day, she wouldn't be phased. Any other day, she would go on and on about that but not today.

Because there's one thing she knew.

Trevor's name was never mentioned.

So how the hell did he know? It's not like you could search up males that work at her hospital. It's not she knew this stranger long enough for him to know the names of her co-workers.

It took a sudden rush of wind slipping in through her windows to wake her up. Oh god, he already knew. He knew that she knew. She doesn't know what she knows but she knows he isn't someone safe.

Her first instinct was to run towards the door but his arm quickly wrapped around her waist to pull her back, breath taken away." Now where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

A grunt spilled form Kro's lips as Y/N elbowed him in the stomach. Taking his hunched over figure as a cue to run from him. The kitchen was closer to them as she stormed past the room.

What was she suppose to do? No prior knowledge on self defense. She never learned to hurt someone, she only knew how to repair. So deep in her thoughts, she hadn't even heard the door open again. "Y/N, I really did enjoy our date today." His slow and low voice no longer a soothing tone but chilling. A glare of knife flashed at her eyes, her hand inching slowly towards the handle. "It's a shame that we have to cut this night short."

The only sounds between them was the whimpers of Callie from the other side of the door who had just now woken up from the commotion.

" Although, I really do wish we met under different circumstances." It was like her body had turned to stone. Stiffening when she felt his presence right behind her, "What is called right person, wrong time?"

He had grabbed the knife before she could but she took advantage of the open space to run to the other side of the counter.

"Oh you smart little girl." He pointed the sharp object at her. "So smart that you didn't mind your own business. You should've left him to die."

"What are you even talking about?" She cursed herself for even speaking. But confusion was an understatement. Kro simply laughed at her response, shaking his head at her cluelessness," Baby, you don't know who you're messing with..." His eyes trailed up and down her body, Y/N wanting to cover herself with her arms but that would leave her completely vulnerable. Surveying what was in close grabs to her that could be potential weapon? "Come here, you little brat." Jumping forward, he swung the knife causing Y/N to duck before grabbing the unopened bottle of rose wine. She swung, letting it go at the last second, not caring where it landed.

A whimper could be heard from the opening of the door and she wished that Callie would just go. She mentally told the dog to go, she just hoped the dog would go

Kro let out a loud groan as the bottle had barely missed him, the glass hitting him square on the head. Teeth seething," You've done it now, bitch." He took one step forward but a sharp pain ran through his leg. Callie's teeth sinking deep. The adrenaline ran through her veins, like there was a hammer banging repeatedly on her head. Kro was able to kick the dog off of him, his face full of anger as he charged towards Y/N again but the girl was already running up the stairs. Y/N was at the top when she heard a loud yell, signaling that Callie lunged onto Kro.

Heaving breaths, she ran into the first empty room and shoved the door shut behind her. Whimpers and growls filled the house as slams echoed throughout the house. Tears brimmed the edge of her eyes, her fingers quickly plugging out the sound. It took a minute for the house to get silent again but realization sunk in. A sob broke from her lips but she knew that he was getting closer and closer to her as the wood of her stairs creaked under his feet. Hands automatically covering her mouth in fear she gave her away her hiding spot.

"I don't think Trevor could pester or push you around anymore anyways. " His slow and low voice no longer a soothing tone but chilling. "Seeing as he's dead. I slit his throat." His laugh so full of malice," Don't you want to thank me? That pesky little bug is off your back now."

Running his hand along the cold metal of the stairwell, "You know, YN, I wasn't going to hurt you. No, I thought you were just a regular girl and that we were going on a ordinary date. But you bragged. You bragged about being better and look where that's got you." Grunts of struggle as he climbed up the last step," Maybe Trevor was right. Putting woman in a man's place makes them think they're better than everybody."

Breath held as the light from the hallway that peeked in through the cracks was now split into two. The 1 dimensional room she was stuck in getting smaller, her back hitting the wall.

You'll never amount to anything.

The room now a pitch black.

Worthless piece of shit.

Wood pieces flew.

You are your mother's daughter.

Her lungs gasped for air as his glove clad slender fingers wrapped around her neck.

"Why don't I have my fun with you, yeah? Before I slit your pretty throat." His right hand remained on her neck as he squeezed tighter against the flesh, his hand moving down the zipper of his pants. Y/N sunk her fingers in his arm, using her legs to kick at his legs. "Get off me." She wheezed out. In response, Kro threw her across to her bed. Whilst the sheets would usually give her comfort, she felt like she was drowning in the cotton material.

Crawling like a toddler, tears streaming down her face. She struggled to make to the edge before it felt as if she was being scalped. Kro grabbed a handful of her hair, his goal of putting onto her back. “ Stop making this hard for yourself, sweetie. The less you budge, the faster this goes.” Both of his hands placed over his neck. The food from tonight coming up her throat, feeling him grind against the lower part of her body.

Nails digging into flesh of his arm, she pushed harder but he only tightened his grip.

Kro's facial features transformed into somebody so familiar, her body stiffening as her eyes grew wild. Gasps of air following as the mouth of the man she knew so well sneered down at her.

"You're my little girl. You understand me, hmm? I own you, kid."

“Papa please.” Whimpering, her hands faltering as her grip loosened and the feeling between her legs growing numb. No air to scream for help. Helpless.

Several clashes and clinks were heard from downstairs but the factor skim through her head as she could feel her eyes rolling back, the world around her turning black.

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Jolting up from the cold cloth that touched her skin, she gasped for the needed air and rose her hand to touch her sore throat. But the movement was halted by force. Looking down, a brown rope was attached to her wrists. Limiting the movement of her arms from the wood of the bed to the edge of the mattress.

She didn't need to look around to see that she wasn't even in her own room. The room painted a dull grey, one curtain draped window in the middle of it all. Stuffed animals filled the shelfs and random furniture and boxes were placed around the room. Almost like a storage room.

What happened?

The tightening feeling in the chest felt as if a hand was reaching in there and squeezing it. Why wasn't she dead? Why hasn't Kro killed her? Where has Kro taken her? She kept pulling and pulling at the ropes, feeling the burn imprint a mark on his wrist.

A soft cough stopped her movements. Through the fallen pieces of hair of her conveniently tied up hair, she could barely see the red headed little girl.

The red head from the hospital grasped the damp towel in her hand, worry clear on her face. Was it for Y/N or was it for herself? For the the little girl looked shaken as if she wasn't expecting something to happen. It was fair to believe that Y/N wasn't suppose to be awake so soon so she was even more suspicious of this situation. What? Did they drug her and hoped she wouldn't wake up?

So she tugged again and again on the rope, hoping for it to work like the movies where the material would just snap. So concentrated on the task at hand that the only being that was in the room other than her left urgently.

Not more than a minute, Sprite returned but instead with a women and two men who stood on either side of her. It was Sersi and the two men who seemed oddly familiar.

Bile ran up her throat, threatening to push out when she realized just who they were.

The men from outside the apartment building. The ones that Callie was oddly very cautious about. Y/N knew she should've listened. Trusted her dog's insight.

Jeezus, is Callie even alive right?

Just as importantly, have they been watching her this whole time? Following her?

She could feel the blood draining from her body as if she couldn't even more colder than she was right now, her body shaking in fevers. Did Kro not kill her? Did he bring her to wherever he hide his victims to continue his torture on her?

"Y/N." Sersi spoke first but Y/N shook her head, squishing back and forth on the hard mattress. The restraints feeling tighter the more she resisted them. Sersi sighed before taking a step closer with her two men and Sprite staying behind," Y/N, listen to me."

"Please let me go. I swear I don't know anything." Her voice cracking out with each syllable, a result of the tight hold that Kro had on her throat from earlier that night. Was that earlier that night, she thought, she didn't know how long she's been out nor how long she's been down here.

Sersi sighed and placed her warm hand against Y/N's stiff shoulder, halting her movements." Y/N, you are safe. Kro is not here and he will not find you here." Her accent dripping from each word, the tone comforting the trembling girl, "Y/N, as long as you are here, you will not be harmed" She repeated again. Slower this time as if she was talking to somebody who was younger and didn't understand the words she was using. Staring at the unchanging facial expressions that were frozen on the girl's face as if she was hoping to receive a nod of understanding.

But all Y/N could think about is what the hell did she get herself into?

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Druig leaned against the counter, humming to the tune that played in the lobby. Hissing when he pushed the alcohol filled cotton swab against the open wounds imprinted on his knuckles.

A cough earned his attention, Sersi with her arms crossed against in her chest. Unclear how she felt? Was she disappointed? Was she pleased because for once, Druig lifted his finger for another person?

"You shouldn't have done that."

So she was disappointed.

"What? Beat the crap out of that asshole?" Druig scoffed," You're right. Should've killed him."

Sersi shook her head in disbelief," I told you to get the key and bring it to Kingo and Gilgamesh. They would deal for the rest if something were to go wrong. And what did you do? You didn't alert anyone and went around-"

"I knew that man was Kro. Why wait for ultimate worse to happen to make a move? And remember that that when I walked in there-" He cut himself, his body shivering in disgust at the sight he saw. The red that clouded his vision. The red that dripped from that every crevices of the taller male's face. His memory filled with the girl laid frozen on the bed as if she were paralyzed.

"And because of that, Kro had gotten away. You had no backup whatsoever. You were one step closer from getting out of this and now you're three steps back. Not because of anybody but yourself."

Druig stayed silent, his jaw locked as he stared ahead.

"She's your responsibility now."

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