#still doing the PT and i can only hold a pen for so long

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finally made good on my promise to draw Ava 💪

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yan! ex husband (pt. 2)

was supposed to write something on Wednesday but i was still sick. i think i have the worst luck since june came but i am feeling a lot better now. i was almost sent to the hospital but it's a good thing, i wasn't. here is the update for you guys, sorry for the long wait.

He's crazy. 

You looked as he gripped on the divorce papers with so much ferocity that you had ever seen him. He's diligently and quickly reading the fine print as his hands shake from gripping on it. It feels as though you are watching a man descend to madness.

It made you step back away from him.

Then, the paper falls from his grip.

You took one step back further.

"I..." He started. "No... Why?" Now, he is staring at you like you had wronged him when he is the one who left you hanging for years!

"Just sign it." 

"No!" He looked at you with pleading eyes. "I can still fix this. What do I need to do? Do I need to earn more? Spend money on you? What should I do?"

You took a deep breath before looking at him with cold eyes. "Nothing."

"Nothing...?" He repeated softly.

"I don't need anything from you." You stated. "Just sign it."

"But... I..." He looked down at the paper, tears slowly filling up in his eyes. 

You gave him a little push as you bent down in front of him, giving him the pen and pushing the divorce papers in his face. "C'mon, sign this as a last token of your appreciation for me." 

Holding his shaking hand towards the paper, you gave him a smile as he stared at you through his tears. "I..."

"If you still have love left inside your heart, sign the paper."

That was the last time you ever saw him. As soon as he signed his signature, you dropped your smile and left him. Not before telling him your parting words.

"We shouldn't have wasted our time together." You didn't turn back to look at him. "Especially when you only think for yourself."

It's over.

He repeated those words in his mind again and again as he was left hanging at your shared apartment. The pen that he used to sign your divorce paper was left forgotten in the ground. He could only stare emotionless at the wall as he slowly processed what had happened to him.

It's over.

He had arrived at home from his residency. Early for change and excited to rest and spend time with you. He's eager to try your cooking after years of hospital food. 

It's over.

He could hear his own breathing.

He could still feel the tears in his face.

He could barely move.

He could remember your face for the last time.

It's over.

Time must've passed by, the window no longer emitted the light from the sun but he still remain on his place as he thought back on how could he fucked up.

He didn't cheat.

He didn't do anything wrong.

He is always there for you.

There's no reason for divorce.

It's over.

He doesn't know what day it is. But, he had managed to find strength to move and go to work because you wouldn't want a useless husband, right? 

This… this will pass. 

You will be back and everything will be okay.

It's not over yet.

He doesn't really remember what actually happened. He looked at the spot next to his side of the bed, wondering when you would be home. He shrugged, laying on his side as he hugged your pillow to make up for your lack of presence. 

(He also doesn't remember when was the last time you two had a date.)

(He also doesn't remember when it was your birthday and your anniversary.)

(He also doesn't remember what your job is.)

(He also doesn't remember your favorite music as of late.)

(He doesn't remember if you bought a new book and a new plushie.)

(He doesn't remember what your current comfort food.)

He went to sleep, not remembering a thing.

It hits him that you weren't coming back when he saw you at a cafe in a different part of the country. He was at a seminar when caught wind of you and almost called your name when he saw you with another person.

So, he watched you in the distance as he greedily tried to memorize your current appearance. 

Then, he remembered. 

Suddenly, he felt he was in your shared apartment again —on the floor, crying for you. 

He remembered that you weren't coming back to him. 

That's fine. 

He continued to observe you. The lease for your shared apartment is expiring soon, he had already bought a house for the both of you. It will not trouble him trying to talk sense to you. He won't be an absent husband —he changed, he will take care of you now. He learned his lessons.

It's time for you to go back to him, please.

He followed you when you parted ways with your little friend. He will take care of that guy later but he needs to take care of you first.

Lovingly.

He slowly and cautiously walked towards you. Appearing harmless to you with a smile and a wave.

“Hey,” he greeted you. 

He soaked up all of your attention as your eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” You glared at him.

He put his arms up as if to show you he means no harm. “I have a seminar in this area.” 

You glared more.

“I was surprised to see you so I figured I could go and say my greetings to you.”

“Well you already did,” you snapped back at him. “Leave.”

“Let’s catch up first, darling.” He purred. “I have words to say to you.”

“Leave.”

“Don't be heartless.” He quipped. “It reminded me of the time you forced me to sign out divorce papers.”

You are always smart, aren't you? He chuckled as he watched your expression drop into nervousness while still staring at him with such intense eyes.

But, he knows you.

You wouldn't dare cause a scene in public.

“Fine. I am picking where we are going.”

He smiled even wider when you scoffed at him.

So cute.

He would not let you go now.

i wished i have managed to captured the essence of the descend to insanity and mc's personality. mc isn't a good person and neither is yan! ex for that matter but that makes them human in a way —and i wanna try and capture that feeling. in a way, mc was passive during their relationship together and yan! ex was too complacent that he could fucked up and mc would accept him either way. but, that's not how it works out for him and he's in denial for that. one could argue that they could've talk and communicate with each other —it will work out but mc needed to leave in order to grow. yan! ex just didn't get that nor does he want that.

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About You Pt 9

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series

A/N: were getting a lot of perspectives for this chapter. i have been sick for the past week and i couldn't upload this. i hope everyone enjoys

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2012, Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit

If anyone asks, Mark was not looking for his sister. He was just merely concerned that Jenson is running around with a new press officer that seems to be too flustered to know what she is doing. He had an urge to ask the British man if Y/N has been sacked but he probably looks like a hypocrite if he criticized Jenson of his decisions.

He lets out a heavy sigh.

It was weird to not see Y/N during his home race. He knows that everything was a shitstorm ever since he removed her from her position and said a lot of awful things. The winter break gave him a lot to think about especially with the new emptiness in the Webber household. Mark was hoping that this home race will be a way for them to reconcile.

"Mate, are you alright?" Nico appeared out of the blue "You seem distracted"

"Oh you just caught me in a bad timing"Mark shrugged.

"For a second I thought you were looking for Y/N"Nico is not blind, he noticed the way Mark has been eyeing the McLaren garage "You should know that she will be missing this race"

"She'll miss it?"

Y/N never misses this race, its their home turf.

"Yeah, Lewis told me yesterday. She is currently settling to her new apartment in London and McLaren gave her some time off"Nico informs.

For Mark it was so weird to hear how he have been missing key important things in Y/N's life when he used to be so updated with every little detail in her life. He couldn't hide his emotions because he knows it was all his fault.

As someone who have been long friends with the two siblings, Nico had a sense of the regrets that Mark is feeling. He gave a gentle pat on Mark's shoulder.

"You should own up and apologize to her when she gets back"Nico suggested "For what its worth,you are still her brother and she can never hold a grudge against you"

"Even when I say stupid shit?"

"Even then"Nico was confident. The Webber siblings are thick as thieves just like him and Lewis, surely they can find a way to forgive each other.

"Here, Lewis will probably kill me but this is her new cell. Give her a message or a call"Nico offered.

Nico pulled out a paper and borrowed a pen from a nearby staff. He scribbled messily a set of new numbers with Y/N's name. Mark's eyebrows furrowed because it was another thing that he didn't even know. It was his fault again as he never tried to reach out to her again.

"I might get blocked"Mark weakly jokes.

"I mean I would block you too with everything you said to me"

That was a good thing about Nico, he is the type of person who will speak his mind and doesn't sugarcoat things. Nico heard from Y/N herself about the things Mark said and it was surely something painful.

"but you have to start doing something to earn her forgiveness" Nico added.

Mark could only hope for that. As the two drivers walked back to the media pen and talk about the start of the new season, Mark was still thinking about the number. The weight of the paper seems to be heavier than anything in this world right now. But nothing is heavier than the feeling of missing a very important person for this Grand Prix.

2012, Sepang International Circuit

By Malaysia, Y/N was back on track. It was another rainy session for the race and honestly it didn't surprise her anymore. Malaysia was quite known for the sudden switch of weather from a good hot summer to a turbulent wet race.

But the weather isn't the only giving mixed signals over the race weekends.

Y/N watches from the McLaren garage how Sebastian seems to be flirting with another reporter. She knew the man was quite charming as she have been a subject to her flirtatious and cheeky advances in the past. The growing popularity of Sebastian as a world champion seems to pave a way for him to be confident to do that to other girls.

There was this ugly feeling bubbling in her chest and she didn't like it one bit.

"You're staring" Jenson, ever the nosy one, commented "Keep on staring and you might burn a hole at the back of their head"

"I am not staring"

"Oh yeah, I stand corrected. You are glaring"Jenson corrects.

The female Webber only rolled her eyes as Jenson erupted in chuckles. She crossed her arms because she doesn't see anything laughable in this situation. Honestly, she pities Britta for this whole PR mess that Sebastian might intertwine himself into.

"Is he always like this" Y/N wondered out loud.

"Not so much"Jenson replied "I still think that I'm the biggest slag of the grid"

"No one can ever beat you for being a PR nightmare"Y/N agrees.

"Yep but atleast you are well compensated for all my troubles"

Jenson finds himself slinging an arm over Y/N as they share an umbrella together.

For onlookers, there is this certain chemistry between Jenson and Y/N. Even if they denied it several times, they are always seen close like this with one another that people cannot help but speculate.

The German driver who was previously enthralled into a conversation immediately saw the duo from his peripheral view. His face scrunched up from the closeness,do they have to stand so close like that? And what was so funny that they have to be laughing like that?

Probably the last straw for Sebastian was realizing how Y/N was not wearing a jacket. Given the rainy circumstances, she might catch a cold if she continues in that state.

"Would you excuse me a moment"Sebastian left the reporter.

He made a beeline towards the McLaren garage and took off his rain jacket. He knows that the Red Bull brand is all over the place but he'll be damned if he lets Y/N stay there without any warm clothes.

"Hey there Sebastian"Jenson greeted.

"You need warmer clothes"Sebastian ignored the greeting as he placed the jacket over Y/N.

"Are you insane? This is a Red Bull jacket?" Y/N was bewildered.

"You forgot your jacket, you need one and I'm lending you mine"Sebastian states.

"But I'm a McLaren employee, be rea-"

"I'm sure McLaren doesn't appreciate you missing out any races" Sebastian said

"But Sebastian-"

"I'm not taking that back"

"Sebastian!"

The Red Bull driver was off running with his umbrella. Of course, Y/N followed in suit with her newly acquired rain jacket and an umbrella borrowed from Jenson.

Jenson scratches his head as a bystander. He doesn't know how much longer does these two have to give mixed signals before they say something or do something. At first, this whole thing was cute but now its frustrating because its been years.

"Still no progress with those two?"Lewis asked.

"Not a thing" Jenson sighs.

2012, Silverstone Circuit

Heike Vettel has long resigned that she cannot control her son's decisions in life. From an early age, Sebastian was the one calling shots in his life and she would simply support his son's decision on things. However, if there was one thing that Heike wanted to dabble into Sebastian's affairs was in his love life especially when it concerns a particular Y/N Webber.

The first time that Y/N was mentioned in the household, Heike already knew that she was a very special lady in Sebastian's life. It was rare for Sebastian to talk about something other than racing so his constant chatters about Y/N piqued Heike's interest.

They don't go to races often so she haven't received the opportunity to meet the girl but an invitation email to celebrate Sebastian's birthday paved the way.

"This is such a wonderful surprise Christian"Heike noted as she enter the restaurant with the family.

The designs were simple but it was littered with bits of things that could be related to Sebastian Vettel. The designation of the tables has also been well thought of because Heike noticed some familiar childhood friends placed on the table.

"Thank you for doing this for Sebastian, my family is very grateful for everything"

The team principal grinned and raised his hands as if he is taking a step back from the compliments.

"I may have funded this restaurant reservation and your flight tickets but I'm not the one who planned this all together"Christian admitted.

"Then who did?"

"That would be the lady over there, Y/N"

Y/N was busy with her clipboard and she seems to be all over the place doing her last minute checks. She was just as organized and reliable as Sebastian told Heike.

"It was her idea from the start because the British grand prix is in a few days and its Sebastian's birthday" Christian further explained "She made sure to choose the food which is a lot of Sebastian's favorites, the invites, and making sure this whole thing is a secret"

"She seems to be an interesting lady"Heike muttered, gazing at the hardworking girl.

"You should get to know her before Sebastian arrives, he is quite fond of her" Christian urged.

She took this as a sign to get closer to the girl. Heike immediately made her way to Y/N and politely tapped her in the shoulder to get her attention.

"Miss Y/N Webber, correct?"

At first, Y/N seems confused but the facial structures was so familiar and her face suddenly brightened in recognition.

"It's so good to finally meet you Mrs. Vettel" Y/N hugged "I have heard so many great things about you and I'm so excited that you could join us"

Y/N was warm and bright, there was a certain aura that clearly makes her a likeable individual. Certainly, she was someone that Heike didn't mind being a daughter-in-law someday.

"Please just Heike, Mrs Vettel is too formal"

"If you insist Heike" Y/N smiles "Oh is there anything you need? I hope the accommodations are comfortable"

Caring and attentive, another factor that Heike pointed out in her head.

"I would just thank you dearie for being so appreciative and doing everything for Sebastian. This takes great effort to arrange and as his mother I really appreciate that"Heike explained.

"Heike this isn't even a fraction of what Sebastian did for me" Y/N counters.

But Heike knew. Every time that Sebastian was doing something for Y/N, he would run it through his mother to make sure that he could get a female perspective about his plans.

"I'm really glad he has you in his life, thank you"Heike reiterates.

As Sebastian's mother, she couldn't help but worry about Sebastian as he races in different parts of the world. She doesn't have any idea if he is being taken care of or if he has someone he can count on. But seeing Y/N in the flesh and confirming that she is everything that Heike had heard from the stories, she felt relieved.

A grateful smile graced Y/N's face as Heike pulled her in a hug.

Heike could only pray that her son finally grows some balls to ask the young lady out. She would literally smack Sebastian if he missed out the chance.

2012, Interlagos

It was another tough season for Mark and he couldn't even push for celebrations right now. He had found himself hiding behind the Red Bull garage to sulk for a bit before he had to go to the media pen and put on a face of sportsmanship to celebrate his teammate.

He opens his phone and his fingers refreshed the texts but no new messages were out for him.

Another frustrated growl comes out of him as he messed up his hair.

"Sebastian I have something to tell you"there was a whisper that floated around.

Mark could only squint as he made out a figure of a woman with his teammate. He have seen the girl before in the garage and Sebastian introduced him as a friend but Mark couldn't remember her name.

"Can't this thing wait Hanna?" Sebastian's voice was hushed like he didn't want anyone else to know about their conversation.

Mark knew that this was a private conversation but his curiosity is getting the best of him. He crouched lower as he tried to get a better view and hearing range of the conversation.

"I like you Sebastian and I have loved you for so long"

The usual confident and flirty Sebastian seems to be taken a back. He seems as frozen as Mark who is now regretting his decision to eavesdrop on them.

"I know I may be ruining years of friendship but I cannot hide it anymore, I really like you" she stated "You have always treated me so well and special so tell me I'm not the only one feeling that way"

"Hanna you are a nice person-"

And there was a pair lips of together. Mark finally decided that he has invaded too much of their privacy and left the couple to settle their own devices.

Meanwhile a group was huddled on the other side of the paddock. The drivers were like schoolgirls with the way that they are giggling.

"I'm being serious here guys, why are you guys acting like this"Y/N wanted to hide with a pillow. It was a bad idea of her to tell Lewis, Nico, and Jenson that she likes Sebastian.

"Honestly, we were making bets on when and who would be the first to confess" Jenson laughed.

"You bet on us?"

"Yes and let's just say we are 200 euros richer"Nico confirmed.

"Who else is on this bet?"Y/N groaned.

"Michael and Christian said that Sebastian would grow the balls. Martin also bets on Sebastian."Lewis enumerates "Don't worry, Niki and David believes in you"

If Y/N could only sink in her chair and disappear, she already would. She couldn't believe that everyone is up on their business all this time.

She could only just hope that she won't be as embarrassed as this when she finally confessed to Sebastian.

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707 pt.5.1

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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making some spaghetti.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

y/n be like

I love edging u guys... hehehe

[thenotsoholyspirit]

Holding pt 2

(Here for pt 1)

Matt Murdock x reader (angst)

Note: I never expected to do a part 2 for this, but I got inspired re-watching the third season. I hope you guys enjoy it ❤️. Also, a bit of a trigger warning for the mention of the death of a pet.

Summary: What if Matt came back after all that happened, what if things could change.

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"It was a building, an old abandoned storage. It was a horrible incident indeed. Authorities have yet declared the reasons for its collapse, but apparently, some criminal group is-"

Will the tv anchors let go of that new? It's been more than a month

I sigh as I start to bite the head of the pen in my hand, turning the tv off. I look now directly at the blank screen, only being able to see my own reflection. I look exhausted.

I am exhausted.

It's been weeks since Matt Murdock has been declared dead, more than weeks since I've myself collapsed into some sort of numbness.

It was almost months since I last saw him, yet..

You could've prevented this

I shake my head, trying to get the thought out.

The darkness in the room seems almost too engulfing now. My four walls feeling closer and closer now. I close my eyes

You can not take responsibility for everybody..

I remember my mom telling me this the day my first pet died. It was an accident, the poor bird escaping his cage and getting electrocuted by some some disjointed wires from the utility pole.

Not everything is under your control

I remember his little body dead on the asphalt eyes wide open, looking like he could wake up at any time and take his flight..

Suddenly the noise of the keys opening my door make me stand up. I quickly go grab the old baseball bat hidden under the couch and I go stand besides de doorframe.

Breath

When the person enters I immediately go for a hit, only to be surprised as what appears to be a man easily stops it mid-air making me loose my balance and stumble.

"What th-"

Suddenly he grabs me by my waist preventing me from falling on the floor. Its so dark I can barely perceive his face, yet his voice makes my heart suddenly drop.

"Please..this time I can explain (y/n)"

I immediately pull away from his arms as I go quickly grab my bat again and turn on the lights. I feel my hands weaken their grip as I now recognize the man in front of me. It was Matt. it was actually Matt.

Its you

But I keep my defensive position. Its impossible. This cannot be.

"Who the f- are you". I spat, trying not to let my vulnerability take over.

The supposed Matt stays in place, as I can see him twitching a small smile. He retakes his serious tone

"I know.. I know how this must appear from your side but you must believe me.."

I look at his eyes. Those puppy eyes he used to make when I caught him in trouble. For such a strong man he could be quite sensitive indeed. But I cannot forget neither.

"Even if..if this was true..how..how do you want me to trust you..after all that happened"

He looks down, shame now filling his face. He must have remembered the last time we saw each other. Not the best goodbye indeed. He bites his lip

"I know..I.. I didn't come for forgiveness just..I thought...", He turns his head around, probably scanning the room, "That you deserved to know the truth before you heard it from someone else.."

In the depths of myself, I know all I wish to do is to jump to his arms. It was him. He was alive.

"What exactly happened?"

My voice wasn't as cold as before but I still hold an strict tone, wanting to keep my distance.

He nods his head as he takes a long breath.

"You really want to hear the whole story ?"

"Ive got all night"

So thats how for the next hour he tells me what he seems to know about this Hand. The war. Stick and even the two deaths of his ex. It was a lot I admit, but I still listened with attention to each of his words. We both end up sitting face to face on the floor

"So that's how I ended up here", he finally says raising his shoulders.

I could notice something in his tone. Something more lonely that what used to be in there before. Something more bitter too, but I decide not to comment on that.

"So neither Karen or even Foggy know that you're alive and well ?"

He groans a bit. Probably a touchy subject.

"I'd rather leave it like that... they're safer that way"

I sigh. Some things never truly change

"Then why are you here Matt?"

"I told you.. I-"

"Bullshit"

My raise in tone paralyzes the conversation for a moment. Matt seems surprised and stays silent waiting for me to continue

"Sorry..just", I try my best to hold my emotions, "Last time you were in here..you..you left me Matt..you left me..."

"(Y/n).. sweetheart..I'm"

"Don't you dare call me sweetheart Matthew.." Im now standing up giving my most glaring stare at the man in front of me. "Don't you dare use that word"

Not everything is under my control

"I.." , I look at him again, " I had to mourn you twice..twice.."

Now tears are falling from my eyes. I know he can sense them but I don't want him to comfort me. I have to be strong

"I loved you with all my heart"

These last words are merely a mumble.

The noise of the outside is louder, the cars, the streets, the people. The city being so alive. All of what Matt can hear and perceive, his life. His real life. Not here with me, but outside.

He seems unsure what to say next.

"I never wanted to lose you", I've never heard his voice being this fragile "I just wanted to protect you from all the danger I brought upon you.. I don't want to make excuses just.. I got lost in the way"

He tries to come closer to me, putting his hand on my cheek cleaning my tear

"I'll try to make it up... even if it takes me a whole eternity to do so"

I look at him. Will I be able to ever forgive it all ?

I softly take his hand from my face. Holding it with such strength, like if he was about to vanish again. We stay in this silence for a while. It was a lot of feelings for just one night.

But time is still moving as I look at my kitchen's clock.

"Its getting late, I'd guess you have to go"

He nods letting a sad smile slip.

"Yes I guess so"..

He walks to the door, putting his dark glasses and cap on. He gives me a long stare before going. I wonder what he may be thinking

"Goodbye (y/n)"

"Goodbye Matt"

I see him disappear down the hall.

As I get back in, I think again of my souvenir of the poor bird laying on the ground. Maybe I couldn't bring him back to life, but what if he was given a second chance.

I stare at the door.

Maybe things could have ended differently in that case.

[sopfiista]

Academic Rivals (Pt. 2)

SUMMARY: Geto realizes he messed up- and wants to apologize so bad. So he takes you to an empty classroom and shows you how bad he really feels.

WARNING: Smut, PIV, dirty talk, pet names (baby. slut, whore)

NOTES: This is really short, but a part 2 of academic rivals because I wanted more >:)

PART 1

It’s been over a week and Geto hasn’t changed whatsoever. He’s still his same cocky self, his scores still perfect, happily holding them up for you to see. Of course, you played along for the first three classes- but after that you wondered if he just saw you as some hookup.

Everytime he tried talking to you, all you could remember is that fucked out face, the feeling of his long hair between your fingers, and that sultry tone he gave you throughout the entire time.

But he seemed fine.

Other than that, everything else was pretty normal. You and Kei, which you called Yakazaki now, were getting really cute and you couldn’t deny it- he was pretty cute. He’s pretty shy, but all over he’s very sweet and has become a bit.. Flirty with you.

“I got a 90 this time,” he said, smiling at you, “your tutoring really helped- thank you.”

You cheered. “That’s so good!” A sense of pride and excitement raced in your heart as you looked at his pretty face and smiled- completely missing the dirty look that Geto gives the two of you, the familiar pang of jealousy in his heart.

How can you move on like nothing happened? He wondered to himself, his hand gripping on his pen as he tried to focus on his notes. He did all of that to fix everything that happened, and you’re back to how you were before, ignoring him and talking to that fucking loser.

Class finished and the two of you left class, chatting about something random. You watched him smile and laugh, your heart fluttering momentarily.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” Kei suddenly said, turning to fully face you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” You couldn’t help but feel nervous- what happened? Did you mess up with him?

“You didn’t do anything,” he said, shaking his head, “I just want to ask.. Do you like me..?”

You froze. How did he know? Did he not like you back? Why was he asking this question?!

“W-well, uhm..” you swallow nervously. Fuck it- you only live once. “I do, yeah..”

Kei stood there, stunned. “Oh wow..” he muttered, ears going pink, “well, I like you back..”

Your jaw went slack, and before you could speak, his warm, soft lips captured yours in a soft, tender kiss. You instantly melted, kissing him back almost nervously.

Geto had seen it all. He stood at the end of the short hallway, eyes wide, heart broken, and pure rage and jealousy as he watched. Yakazaki ran off somewhere, leaving you awe-struck and pink in the cheeks. Something that he should be doing- not some kid you met three months ago.

What the fuck was wrong with you?! He just fucked you a few weeks ago- now you were going around and kissing some boy?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

You looked over at him, seeing him silently fume only a few strides away from you. You froze, eyes going wide.

“Geto..?” You muttered, covering your mouth.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He asked, storming up to you and grabbing your arm, yanking you into an empty hallway. “You’re a fucking slut- y’know that? You go around and fuck whoever you want to- I shoulda never took you up to my room. What is wrong with you?!”

“What are you going on about!” You snapped, “you didn’t even bat an eye at me- you treated me like a fling, Geto!”

He scoffed.

“I didn’t think you cared-”

“Well I did! You acted like you moved on- so I did the same!” You said, your eyes going glossy, “It meant so much when you did that- fuck! For the first few days, I thought you actually wanted to be my boyfriend!”

Geto fell silent. Had you really thought that..? Now he felt bad.

“Baby..” he muttered, cupping your cheek in his hand, wiping the tear rolling down your cheek, “I didn’t know you thought that way..”

“Well I did!” You snapped bitterly, your voice wobbly, “Fuck you- I look like a crybaby now!”

He hummed, pulling you close and kissing you- making sure to wipe off the filth that that other kid put on your lips. You instantly kissed back, missing the perfect fit your lips had on eachother.

He pulled back, humming at your lidded expression. “Baby, let me make it up to you? Let me apologize-”

Geto huffed, pressing your front onto the whiteboard, rutting into you with that scarily fast pace, making your mind go numb.

“Baby- I’m so sorry,” he panted, his fingers rubbing small circles on your clit, his breath fanning on the back of your shoulder, “I’m so sorry baby.. Didn’t know you thought of me that way..”

You could barely register his apologies anymore, the only thing you can think of being how good he feels, shoving his dick into your cunt repeatedly, making your back arch against him more, ripping another moan out of your kissed out lips.

“Sugu..” you muttered out, weakly pressing your hand onto his stomach, trying to stop him. You could feel his sinister smile from behind you.

“Jus’ cum one more baby, then I’ll let you go, m’kay? I wanna show you how bad I really feel..” He huffed, somehow picking up the pace just a little bit more.

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[cybertroniannugget]

Balancing on the ice❄️

I'm here for you pt.2 (Fluff ending because pt.1 was kinda dark and this is CHRISTMAS TIME)

Dec 13

After the not so great encounter earlier, Optimus takes it upon himself to cheer you up.

The sound of your phone ringing catches your attention and as you lift it up you see, that it's Optimus calling you.

Pulse rising you pick up with the usual 'hello' as a greeting.

"My sincerest apologies for contacting you this late but would you mind walking over to the main hangar?"

"Eh, sure no problem. Why though?"

Fidgeting with a pen you listen to his answer.

"After today I wish to drive somewhere with you."

"Just you an I?", you ask, letting the pen fall onto the floor.

"As long as the idea does not arise negative feelings in you."

You nod, realizing he couldn't see you.

"Of course!", you answer a little too excited.

"I'll be there in a minute."

"I will meet you there then."

He hangs up the call and you could hear your fast pulse in your ears.

Quickly getting into your winter clothing, you walk outside to where the Prime was already waiting in his truck form.

The driver's door opens, inviting you to get in.

Carefully you do so, unsure whether to close the door yourself.

It closes on it's own, the warmth of the cabin welcoming you.

"It will be a 20 minute drive. If you wish to remove your winter coat you can place it next to you onto the passenger's seat.", Optimus's voice echoes over the radio.

You remove your coat, keeping it in your kap though.

"Now please fasten the seatbelt.", he says and you do as you're told.

The engine starts with a loud rumble, the vehicle setting in motion, leaving the base.

The first few minutes of the drive are silent.

Desperate to break the silence you speak up.

"If I may ask, where are we going exactly?"

"I wish to keep it a surprise."

You nod, again realizing that he CANNOT SEE YOU.

"That's fine."

Another moment of silence before he turns to speak.

"How are you feeling?"

"After what happened today?"

The Prime hums.

"Pretty awful to be honest. It was scary. But you saved me. I wanna thank you for that."

"I deemed it necessary to take action."

You chuckle. "Never thought I'd see you hit someone square in the face like that."

"I deemed it necessary.", he repeats.

"If negotiation cannot get me far..."

"You'll throw hands.", you finish his sentence after noticing he couldn't find the words to do so himself.

Ten minutes later he stops and you get into your wanr coat again.

The door opens and you get out, careful not to slip.

Before you stretched an entirely frozen lake. Tge light of the setting sun colored the ice in purple and orange. Mesmerized by the sight you don't notice the shifting behind you. Only when Optimus stands beside you in his mass displaced form you connect the dots.

He was still a head taller than you in this form.

"Now, what's your plan, Prime?", you ask, hands on your hips.

"Teaching you in how to keep your balance on the ice."

Eyes widening you look up at him.

"Wh-now?! Why?"

"Because you deserve to enjoy yourself, which you were not able to do today. I am here to change that if you allow me to."

He extends his servo, which you grab hesitantly.

He nods, slowly guiding you down onto the ice

"I don't think this is a good idea.", you mumble doubting the whole situation.

"I am here with you. Holding no ill intentions."

"I know.", you respond, holding onto his arms for dear life.

"Let's do this then.", you try to convince yourself that this not end in a total desaster.

After a few initial rounds of tumbling and falling once, you got quite the hang of it.

Certainly you couldn't move across the ice as gracefully as Prime, but it could be worse.

"You are improving."

"Because you are patient with me Optimus.", you admit.

"Pressuring you would not prove to be of advantage. I let you take all the time you need and be patient."

Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for what you were saying next.

"And that's why I love you Optimus.", you blurt out.

"There I said it."

His eyes widen for a mere moment, before his gaze relaxes, looking at you with nothing but love.

"Wait, don't tell me you feel the same?!"

"How could I not feel love for you? From the few people on earth accepting us, you are the most welcoming. Every aspect of you is something I admire greatly, and I wish to learn more about who you are."

[thewanderer-000]

Right here, right now Pt 2

They lay in bed, Penelope rested against Jacob snuggling him as he had a slight blush coloring his face. She was beginning to move but winced being reminded of her earlier activities, she suck air in between her teeth. That woke her up, much to her dissatisfaction, she regained her self and rubbed the sleepies from her eyes. Penelope locked on the bandaging on her arms and scowl, and snuggled more on Jacob.

"Am still weak? Aren't you supposed to make me be better after a feeding and not-, not this?" Jacob pat my back soft as he laughed at my indignation.

"I'm a vampire, not a miracle worker, and you watch too much TV, that's not how it works you silly little woman" I lay my head on his chest and hear nothing, I got scared, I forgot for a second that vampires have no heartbeat. I could feel a warmth about him and I had questions.

"Um, Jacob, why do you feel warm?" Jacob chuckled and softly caressed me so soft I felt tinglings where he touched. Then he covered me with a fuzzy blanket better.

"I fed on you a lot, practically drained a little over 2 or 3 pints of your blood and the effects has my body mimic signs of life, especially if I eat from a living person.. I can go a month or two without eating, I think that is either because of military service or its a vampire thing. Though that does mean when I don't eat I'll be more ravenous for fresh prey than a blood pack and hunting instincts are-, are kinda supernatural. But only if I go 3 months without feeding. It's hard to explain, I haven't talked about this in a long while. I didn't know much but after a bit, I understand something's but not a lot, like earlier with you, Johnny and the others. Let's get you back to sleep, sleepy head" I ponder on what I was told and am tired, Jacob softly hums and massages me into slumber. I feel him cover me with a another blanket before continuing. It didn't take much coaxing considering the fragile condition I am in.

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Few weeks of being at the Veterans Center and under observation, and the few nights of him being away was different. A little lonely when sleeping without 'im and yet something else she couldn't understand, some strength had mostly returned. And the taste of liver was getting better was a small win for Penelope, Jacob practically had to sit and make her eat, the few days for the first, two weeks. She sat wondering if he was being serious but he was, cutting her food for her and holding a fork waiting. She took it begrudgingly, Jacob wanted Penelope well, hell he made her iron rich smoothies with added vitamins to help. Something her ex would have done.

"You're 5 weeks are about up" is what I say in the small private recovery ward, Pen is laying back listening to the headphones I gave her for the ipod. She looked at me and reached out for me to help sit her up, I do but I go a step further and taste her kiss, she is practically beautiful putty in my hands. No surprise there.

"Mm hello to you too- mm" I couldn't get enough, kept my mouth on hers, I wanted to drain her and fuck her full of me at the same time. Hear her final gasp as I break her lovely neck, here and here, I kiss where I wanted to inflict the most damage. Kissing her was waking my bloodlust, she weakly pushed away, only for my mouth to travel down her body. She gasp but I see the scars where my fangs once pierced her soft skin, she was better but still off, still recovering, I swear I could taste what she ate, I still taste the sun on her skin. I lick and and kiss the scars.

"Oh Jacob, wait-wait-wait. Jake mmm-" I listen but kiss my way back up to her luscious, full lips, I know she is weary of being intimate again. But once her hands are holding on and she encourages me I regain my senses, Johnny's uninvited conscious is here reminding me no one mattered more than Pen. At a point I was ready to use Pratt to get her back on her feet, unfortunately he was useless as he wasn't a blood match for her. That's why we're here in the Veterans Center than the cabin, I went a little over 2, maybe 3 pints of her blood and she's small compared to me. I almost feel bad but I'm hungry for her. Ravenous.

"You taste so good and you look beautiful" I say to her as she enjoys the closeness as our noses touch as I softly headbutt her. I gotta go before I try to coax or use hypnosis to have my way with her again.

"Ugh, I got work to do, ok baby? But some of the others were going out maybe you can go get some air and stretch your- your legs" I wanted so much to have them wrapped around my neck or my body, Penelope cupped my face so I'd look her in the eyes, her warm smile could make this dead man's heart skip a beat. And my cock ach like crazy.

"I think I'd like that, keep temptation away from the both of us for the time being. Maybe we can do it again, hopefully I don't almost die, again" she chuckled, granted even with all the fucked up she had a twinkle in her eyes. We quickly kissed and I left to go drain someone to sate my hunger but I knew who I wanted more. I wondered if I could hold off on wanting to kill her or something, though the thought of turning her was tempting too. The scent of her is bliss, I inhale her deep before she leaves.

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A small group left for a bit of field training, Penelope looked happy despite lack of energy, she watched as the instructor had everyone pair up and practice some first aid. She and everyone laughed as the instructor reacted like a mad man refusing aid, after a moment she got sleepy and went to sleep in a truck. An hour and some odd minutes chaos and screaming ensued a ways away, Penelope looked around and went to leave but had no keys unfortunately. She had to go but something growled in the distance, it was a beast attacking the others, Pen quickly got off the truck and ran to a quad to flea the area, but no key here too. Penelope sprint to the wooded area opposite the commotion and then she fell and heard something approach behind, anxiety raged and in her delicate condition she passed out.

"They had this civilian, I think she escaped but she's a little worse for wear, she has bite marks all over, deep too. Think a little play thing for Jacob, we better get her to the wolfs den, Jacob would think twice before going there. Poor woman has probably been through the wringer and more. Must have done something to be on their shit list like this" I hear as I start to wake but am so overwhelmed from earlier I just sleep instead of seeing my "rescuers".

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A few hours had gone on and the wolfs den new guest lay unconscious like. Eli and the werewolves waited for Eden's Gate to retaliate or Jacob to.

She lay in my bed feigning sleep, I just kept my distance and let her get composure and left a moment, probably couldn't be easy since she knew about Jacob. I hear on my enemy scanner about some woman named Penelope and wonder if she is the one they are searching for. 'I'll take your captive you sick fuck. Good, this is one innocent that won't be dying by a blood sucking psychopath. I'll make sure of that'. I come back to keep myself busy and not worry about the things beyond my control.

"Ugh, where am I?" miss "Penelope" sigh, I was getting kinda worried but was glad she wasn't too worse for wear. I grab her water bottle and help her drink, she weakly leaned on me, I look her over and couldn't help but barely touch. I need Tammy to do a physical and take any photos of her wounds.

"Um, miss you're in our hide out, the Peggies and that sick fuck that had kept you captive won't come looking for you here. I'll make sure of it, but my friend can help you report the injuries and anything else you-" she choked a sob but couldn't hold back as her guard broke, she was practically wailing, maybe any beast probably seemed monster to her now. She would most likely be afraid of what I am if she knew it was me attacking Eden's Gate earlier. Tammy gave a sigh and put a blanket over her shoulders and that made her cling to me. After a moment she cried softer sobs, and breath in and out as she sat on her own.

"I can do the- the report from what I can recall" I let Tammy take her to her room for physical examination and record the violence inflicted upon our new guest. I didn't believe that she would entirely recall it all, it could be that the trauma would be too much. And I was right Tammy came back and looked defeated, our guest had fainted and was unconscious again. We do our best to see to her regaining her strength, she mentioned losing blood but that was just what Tammy could get out of all the things she said. And her name, Penelope Thompson. She was in shock at this point and we sooth her nerves and kept her inside of the wolfs den, Jacob wanted her found and I was keeping him from her. A couple more weeks she will regain more of her strength.

"I wondered how he nabbed Penelope, I don't think I've seen her around, eh I guess it doesn't matter, she's in poor condition. And we'll assist her as best we can, she said it had been a good couple weeks since the blood loss. She's doing better, I like that she can still smile and laugh despite all that she had gone through. But she's having a difficult time remembering being in Jacob's care, I don't blame her. Penelope has night terrors or something, but it's-, damn. End of log. Well, she smells so good, fuck. Penelope-". I end the log as Penelope stood, staring, blushing and I'm blushing dumbfounded idiot almost letting my other identity be known. I couldn't hide the wolf in me knew what she wanted, bad, I could smell her pheromones and arousal when she'd have her "nightmares". I don't know what made her so different but it did, I couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Um, I should go" Penelope quickly walked away, I don't know why but I followed her, her pheromones called and I couldn't ignore it.

"Penelope wait" I say while running after her, her running is only making me pursue. I can't seem to control what's happening as I catch up to her in the kitchen, I grab her arm. She looked at me with shock, she just got out of the shower and she smelled more fragrant, and the arousal was fresher. The silk bath robe opened enough for me to see more of her scars, and I let go.

"Penelope, I'm sorry" she is looking down and I couldn't help it, I chased her like prey. I think maybe I should send her to the Pastor for safe keeping, better than some horny werewolf and murderous vampire on her ass. Pastor Jeffrey's knew about my supernatural predicament, so he'd understand why I needed her to go.

"Maybe you should get ready and I'll take you to Holland Valley to the Pastor for-" Penelope grabbed my hand and look at me with pleading eyes that said no. I let my hands rest on her shoulders then they slide down to her waist as I pull her to me. She holds on to me and we find our mouths are one, I hold her and let myself have her if only for a night.

"Eli" she moans as I taste her skin and I put her against the wall, her robe is fully open as I grind against her wet slit.

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Penelope is whining and whimpering for Eli to fuck his length into her, if only Jacob could bury himself in her the same time as Eli. That was the most naughty Penelope has ever thought of sex and it shocked yet excited her. Eli was eager and lift up his ravishing guest enough to unleash his stiff shaft and set Penelope on it. Jacob could feel his sweet Penelope in throws of passion and he knew with whom, this was odd but it was so new. But his own lust and yearnings with Penelope was increasing his own arousal, he could feel his pulse in his cock. Jacob couldn't ignore it anymore, it felt as if he was entering her himself, Jacob began thrusting into his fist matching the haught desire his pretty little human was getting. Jacob stroke to the motion of their passion and came as they did. This was torture, a release but no blood to taste, he knew had to go fuck and drain someone soon. As soon as he sees Pen he'd be on and in her faster than anything, just the thought got him hard again.

"Miss me" I say to a woman I'd fuck every now and then, she excitedly push back against me as I felt her up. She'd moan, I felt the bloodlust rise. I told her "our spot now, go and you better be naked my little whore" before I did something fucked up. She giggled and sway her hips but with how hot I am for Penelope, this will be the last time this girl lives and that had my cock twitching. What she thought was lust was actually an insatiable hunger for blood, but her blood wasn't the same as Penelopes.

...

I don't say anything as I take her, we're in place far away from prying eyes and perked ears. Her sweet nothings are that, nothings as I ravaged her on the floor as I've done many times before. I started to imagine Penelope under me, and I kiss her skin but it tasted nothing like her so I get a little rougher. Her breath hitched in pain and that excited me, I bare down with my thrust and my fangs in the crook of her neck. She gasped a winded cry as I slightly cracked a something near her neck, but she wasn't gone just yet. I drink only a little and feel her getting dry, she smelt of fear and it was so sweet as she tried to pretend to like it. I bite her tit hard really getting her screaming but I felt my stomach growl so I went for the neck. The gurgling stopped at some point, I got my fill and but again no release. I forgot to cum. Fuck. But this wasn't who I wanted to cum in, I wondered what Penelope was dreaming. My imagination went from there, I got up and again had to finish myself off after I stepped in the bathroom. I need to call Pratt to bury the mostly drained body in the other room.

[aladaylessecondblog]

i embrace what others fear (good tav x gortash pt 2)

TW: Tav is lonely and one of the voices isn't so nice anymore. Smut.

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to lady gortash, I don't know what you said to the temple but I got to sleep in a real bed with a feather pillow! it felt weird. mother says it's because we was on the road too long and I'll get used to it.

The next three letters were carefully written with the stiff pen strokes of children who were still learning to write their letters but by gum were they going to write anyway.

the teacher says we must say thank you. because there is a publik pubblic a school for everyone because of you. I don't like numbers but we get to play games and i like reading about heroes in the books.

too lady gortash, the new clothes are itchy but they donn't got holes

my flower is not sick anymore! thank you.

When Tav doubted she'd done the right thing, she brought out these letters to ease her mind. Four months had passed since the wedding, and they had been some of the loneliest of her life. Oh certainly she was surrounded by enough people that it need not be so, but her friends, those whose company she wanted most--

--letters were all she had of them, with some colder than others.

You should see what Karlach has done with Moonrise Towers. It's a wonderful if noisy place to spend time, perhaps not best for studying...but I am improving the library. Karlach seems to enjoy reading now she doesn't have to worry so much about setting the books on fire, Gale had written.

We thank you for the restoration of our hideout, but it was not necessary. Please do not feel obligated to shower us with such attentions, especially if (as I guess) your husband may be displeased by it. I am sure you have his concerns very much at heart, Jaheira wrote. But if you travel, I would be happy to see you again.

That sort of thing she had expected from Jaheira, from whom she had never expected that much warmth--she didn't know the woman that long or that well. Shadowheart didn't write at all, but others wrote OF her, and how busy she was learning Selunite magic from Isobel (who was settling into the House of Healing with Aylin). Karlach's letters were always long-expected and always short.

Lot of work to be done, but don't feel obligated to run and help us. You're busy enough as it is, said her last, I imagine you do it to keep out of his way as much as you can. I was in Rivington last month, and they were singing your praises...so I guess you have managed to make something of this.

The only truly warm letter she had gotten of late, from any of them, was from Wyll. She'd written him a letter after Karlach's last, and his reply came with assurances that he didn't see her any differently for what she'd done.

You do what you think is right, you do what you see will help people, and judgment follows. This is unfortunately the way things go sometimes--well I know it. I know I did not sound pleased by it, and really, I wasn't--I don't think anyone was--but I won't judge you for making this deal. You did what you could to save everyone from the tadpoles...including my father. I'm only glad he never knew what I almost agreed to in order to save him.

It did surprise me to hear Karlach didn't inform you she was making a trip to Rivington, especially since Shadowheart came with her...

That had hurt more than Tav thought it would. That two of her friends had been there, had been that close, and hadn't even thought to tell her they were there. She was in Rivington nearly every day for some reason or another...it would have been EASY to get hold of her!

She ached. She ached for a conversation to see how they were doing, for talk of something that didn't have to do with the goings-on of Baldur's Gate, for companionship from those she'd gone through so much with.

But since Gortash, it seemed most of them wanted little to do with her, as if he were a poisoned dagger they were afraid she'd turn on them.

Tav folded her arms on her desk and put her head down. She'd been back in her quarters looking over the letters in her dressing gown, and despite how relatively early in the afternoon it was she found herself tired.

Her mind drifted.

Dealing with Gortash himself had, strangely, been much easier than she thought it would.

Tav did not see him too frequently during the day unless there was some event she was required to join him for. In which case, he put on all the airs and gave off every indication that their marriage was a happy one. A soft kiss on the hand here, a smirking whisper in the ear there...

(She would sometimes hear the ladies at court gossiping about how lucky she was, and the men joking about the hold she had over him)

Had he been Astarion or Halsin she would have been delighted, but as things stood she found herself increasingly hoping he'd stop doing it...

...because she was beginning to enjoy it, and she wasn't quite sure when that had happened.

With as intolerably rude as everyone has been, I suppose I can't blame you for it, Astarion's voice said suddenly, He falsifies affection even better than I did. But do try to remember it's only a trick...

Of course, she thought, of course it's a trick. He wants to ensure he doesn't wake up with a knife in his back.It's not REAL.

Nothing like what you had with us, love. That was something special, something I flatter myself you could never find with HIM.

Gortash had kept to his word regarding the steady flow of coin to do her charitable works, though he did now and then admonish her for not spending more on finery. An Archduke's wife should look the part, he'd said. She had caved just slightly and bought several gowns with a nauseating amount of brocade silk and lace, and to sweeten things further had taken to wearing more gold-colored fabrics trimmed with black thread. An inversion of his own favored color scheme but similar enough that it pleased him.

A thing which followed into their sex life.

That first night Tav had spent with Gortash had set the tone for all of their future couplings and she found (with no small amount of shame) that she enjoyed it. Lengthy days of working at her several causes, or dealing with catty nobles left her mentally exhausted, so yielding without the need to think was...

(And the fact that those lingering voices of her two loves stopped when she was in his bed helped too. Everything painful just...stopped...when she was beneath him.)

Gortash didn't ask it of her very often, either. Usually once a week, sometimes twice. He hadn't been lying when he said he didn't have the typical man's need for frequent sex...at least, not that she knew. Maybe he was going to Sharess's Caress twice a day without her ever knowing. But when he came to her chamber, or ask her to his, it always followed that he was the dominant one--no matter which of them was on top. Soft scolding if she 'disobeyed', praise for doing as he asked...but if she said no to an evening with him, that was the end of it.

I need him to stop making it good, she thought, I need the kindness to stop, I need him to be that vicious evil cunt he's always been.

Why was he behaving like this? It didn't make any sense, but she found herself relaxing over it more and more, growing used to those lingering touches and saucy looks and little orders.

He may not love you, but he certainly likes you, Halsin's voice spoke in Tav's mind, That cannot be a positive thing...

Oh, it is no sin to make nice with the one who could ruin it all if they wanted to, came the reply in Astarion's voice.

But it is to be a bedfellow with evil.

"I didn't want to," Tav murmured, "Believe me, I didn't want to, but there weren't a lot of other options."

You didn't need to go this far, Halsin's voice accused. You could have taken the netherstone yourself.

"He knows how to use them, it was..."

A wounded bird may be caged, but you had the choice, my heart. You have done this to yourself.

Tav took several deep and shaky breaths, but the misery finally overwhelmed her. She burst into tears and sobbed on the desk.

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...shuffling of paper beside her...

Tav shifted in her seat, and realized she'd fallen asleep. The light that had been merely waning outside was now turned to full night, and the room would have been dark if not for the fireplace at the far end of the room. She sat up, mumbling and rubbing the sleep from her red eyes said, "Sorry, Berlina, I...I had a lot to do..."

But it was not the chambermaid beside her. It was Gortash, and he was holding Wyll's letter.

She reached up to take it and he lifted it just a little higher. She didn't think it a good idea to snatch it, and waited--certain anger would be coming, in some way or another.

It didn't.

"Apologies," he said quietly, handing the letter back after he finished reading it. "But seeing as it was from the Grand Duke, I wanted to be sure you weren't planning anything."

"That wouldn't solve anything," Tav replied, rubbing her eyes. "I have no reason to be plotting against you."

"No reason? Really?"

My heart, are you so blind as to shut your eyes to everything?

No, Tav thought, No, I'm only saying that to keep him happy. To make him THINK I'm being foolish.

Good work, darling, Astarion's voice said then, Men like him are easy to keep happy.

"We've an understanding I don't want to jeopardize," Tav finally said, "And if I WERE to plot against you, I wouldn't be stupid enough to use notes."

There was a dark chuckle then, and as she got up Gortash moved the chair she'd been sitting in aside and stood in its place.

"That almost sounds treasonous, my dear."

That tone, Tav knew that tone. There was an edge in his voice but he wasn't angry...he was playing at it. He was testing the waters, to see if she was...in the mood. Much like the way he spoke out of the bedroom, he danced around the main point of their...amorous activities, and never asked outright.

But if she doubted his intent at all, there would always come a touch that confirmed it. Today it was his hands on her hips and a slight push against hers.

"And if it should be? What would the Archduke do to someone who committed such a crime?" She lay her head back against his shoulder--a returning hint of her own. "Would it be off with my head?"

The exhausted grief was still there, and she was eager to banish it, to feel something that wasn't emptiness.

One hand came up, and she felt a slight prick from the steel claws of his gauntlet teasing at her neck.

"It's possible he would be in the mood to forgive. I've heard his day has been full of politics and fools and rebellious fires to snuff out. So," The claw on his glove's forefinger traced over her pulse, "Perhaps if this treasonous woman makes amends, the Archduke could be persuaded to show mercy."

Darling, he's so utterly predictable, isn't he?

It was easy, so unutterably easy, to stay slack, to cast out the doubt, to simply obey.

(She could practically FEEL Halsin glowering at her from some unseen point. When had his voice in her mind turned so cruel?)

To obey evil is to let it win.

"Or," Gortash took a seat in the chair he'd moved, and tugged her down into his lap, "Perhaps that would be too generous, and he should treat a traitor as such."

"And if that traitor thinks she has done right?"

"Then she needs to be reminded," he whispered in her ear, "That HER sense of right is not the one that matters."

There was a slight laugh then.

"The Archduke must think everything belongs to him," Tav replied in a mildly defiant tone. "He should be willing to prove it, if he truly thinks it is so."

In silence Gortash opened her dressing gown and bared her body to the open air; a second later the gauntlet's claws were gripping at one of her breasts.

She tensed slightly, and felt him smirk against her neck as he went on. The claws were a slight stinging pain and yet--and yet there was something about that pain that aroused her.

"No undergarments at all? My, my, perhaps mercy is in the cards after all. But you're being a bit lazy...I believe you'll need to work for it."

She would've reached for his cock but he was still fully dressed with her atop him. She shifted about to at least move her hand over the forming bulge, but Gortash tugged her hand away with his bare one, and placed it between her legs.

"I'd far rather you be prepared to take me," he whispered in her ear, "So go on. Make yourself ready."

The hatred Tav had felt at first when these things would happen was not as strong as it had once been. What good was it to fight, especially when the result felt so good? When she found herself wanting it anyway?

With his hand still over hers, she obeyed, stroking carefully. Awkwardly at first, with occasional little whimpers from the small pain of being groped by that gauntlet. When she thought she was wet enough, she made to pull her hand back--but he pushed it back down.

The whisper that came next was dark, insistent, and by the GODS did it stoke the fire in her belly...

"Did I tell you to stop? I thought you were eager to please."

A slightly tighter grip from the gauntlet, a reminder...

Tav started to stroke herself again, circling and pressing against her clit. She was breathing a little more roughly a minute or two later, when she brought her fingers down and thrust them inside her. A moan sounded off, and she heard a chuckle from Gortash.

The gauntlet moved up, and those claws traced at her lips, pushed just slightly on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and in two of those claws went--gently, but pricking at her tongue. With nothing else to do with it and the heat building in her core, she found herself sucking at the claws.

"Oh, very good," he praised her, "You see, this is what I enjoy coming back to of an evening."

His other hand pressed at the one of hers between her legs, encouraging her to go more quickly.

"I could pay a whore for this, certainly, but...there's nothing quite so sweet as obedience from someone who does it on her own."

A smirk against her neck.

"But this isn't enough for you, is it?"

Tav was zoning out--pleasure was leaping in her gut the longer her fingers teased her clit and worked inside her. The lusty heat was rising, the pleasure along with it and the desperation to race to climax--

Just when she could practically taste it, Gortash pulled her hand away. She squirmed and tried to bring her hand back down, but he wouldn't allow it. The gauntlet was drawn back, two of its fingers absolutely soaked, letting her finally speak again.

"Please--"

"I've decided it's time for you to stop," he said, gripping tightly at her wrist, using the strict tone of voice he always did at these moments. "Are you planning to tell me no?"

"I--"

Tav relaxed as best she could, but the denial of that burning need was agonizing. Fifteen seconds, then thirty...

"Very good," he praised, and Tav couldn't stop the good feeling that came from hearing those words. What WAS that? She didn't know, but she wanted more of it. Wanted more of the almost gentle way that dangerous set of claws were stroking at her neck, the way he was holding at her wrist. Tenderness and a firm hand at the same time. "Now stand up and lean over your desk."

She moved up, her dressing gown still hanging open, and leaned over the desk. Behind her there was a by-now familiar sound--the slight jangling sound of Gortash removing his belt, followed soon after by the sound of shifting fabric.

(Strangely, while he preferred her either nude or close to it, Gortash didn't seem to favor it for himself.)

A sudden thrust of his cock--no warning--forced a moan from her throat as the sudden intrusion spread and filled her perfectly. It was almost painful to want more, and not to get it. The thrusts that followed were certainly pleasurable, but too slow. She wanted, no, needed him to fuck her faster.

But he didn't. Gortash's easy pace stayed just that as his hands moved down--the gauntlet covered hand stayed at her hip, while the other moved between her legs. Just as he gave another thrust he stroked--

It was like lightning in her belly, the sudden leap of ecstasy. Lightning that struck and brought pleasure with it, but left her wanting when it was gone.

"Oh," Tav moaned, "You...utter tease..."

He pulled back and pushed forward, as hard and deep as he could. The fevered sound that it drove from her lips was even more whorish than the first.

"Just what I wanted to hear. Now..." His uncovered hand moved to one of her breasts, and gripping tightly at it he hauled her up and into a standing position. She was leaning against him now, with his lazy thrusts hitting deep enough that she would've let him do anything if only he kept moving.

(She wanted it, wanted HIM, everything he was going to give her)

"Please," Tav found herself begging, "Please, I..."

Gortash's voice turned diabolical, in a way that made her throb, "What do you want, Tav? Tell me. Tell me."

(Why, why, why was she losing control like this?)

He didn't wait for her reply, merely moved the hand he'd had holding one of her breasts down to her abdomen--and now his voice was that familiar, insistent whisper in her ear. "You want a little lord in your belly."

"Please--"

She had never found herself pushed this far before--cried out to be bred in the throes of passion, perhaps, but never did she want it so badly, and never with him.

And then climax tore through her body, a shock of pure unbridled ecstasy that sparked and spread through her body in a rapid surge. She practically screamed out, and shuddered as he kept going through it. Six, seven seconds, more, Tav didn't know; all she knew was that for that short period all was right with the world.

Or at least, she felt heavenly enough to think of nothing else.

Gortash groaned and suddenly stopped--his body gave a shudder of its own--and there was a sudden warm pulse inside her.

For a few moments they stood there, relaxed, basking in the glow of satisfaction. There was a kiss at her jawline, and a soft caress at her belly. Then an amused sort of sound, maybe a chuckle.

He let go of Tav, she stumbled slightly from the shakiness of her legs, and she realized the small wounds his gauntlet had left on her hip were bleeding. She healed them, and after catching her breath could stand up a little straighter.

"Clearly I have been neglecting my duties," he said in a soft tone, "What a terrible husband I would be, if I didn't give you what you so desperately need."

She couldn't respond, but as she retied the belt on her dressing gown and turned around to face him, there was no need.

He kissed her, and for the first time in months she didn't feel so alone.

[dastardly-imbecile]

Not the Dungeon pt. 3

I've accepted i'm continuing this.

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His gaze snaps to the person in front of him, still laid out upon the bed. For a moment, they are a thin white creature marveling over a stone cube, and then they are a dark priest trying to comprehend the speech of crows, and finally the flicker of a knight, eyes wide, forgotten words spilling frantically from his lips. 

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Flashback episode?

Wordcount: ~2500

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Rudimer is standing in the grand hallway of a palace. Around him, marble columns do the work of giants, holding up a ceiling splashed in vivid murals, old saints and prophets conjoining and copulating in cracked glory. 

“Rudimer!” Calls a voice from behind, jovial and perhaps touched by too much wine. Tonight is the night of his promotion, of a sort—no longer is he a mere knight, one cog in the wheel of thousands, but instead he is a Captain. 

Of the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger no less, an ominous name if he’s ever heard it. He turns, already knowing who he will see—Seril, brother, who throws a heavy arm around his shoulders. “What are you doing away from the party? We’re all celebrating you.”

“I don’t know,” he admits, placing a hand upon his brother’s. “Is it not all an elaborate excuse to drink?”

“Yes,” he admits, but surges ahead, “and that applies to you as well.”

“I cannot afford it. I’m setting out tomorrow.”

More than that, his true goal was to make it to the library. Find out what this dungeon truly is—for the sixth sense inside him, honed from years or battle, says that it is not all of what it seems. 

“We will miss both you and the stick up your arse,” Seril remarks fondly, and Rudimer musts a half-smile. 

“Me as well.”

Tomorrow, he will leave, and after that, he will see what these dungeons truly contain.

***

Rudimer is sitting in the darkness of his office, watching the snow fall in gentle flurries outside. It is a stark contrast to the rust on his blackened walls—he tried his best to clean this room out when he arrived, but he swears that every morning they have redirtied themselves. 

Briefly, he remembers chucking snowballs with Seril as young boys, or running through the wilds around the palace, all carpeted in plush white, and there is the urge to stand and take a moment in the snow—but that is quickly quashed. 

Too many things to do, too many things he cannot afford to lose. If he catches a chill, then there is little medicine to help him fight his way through, if he ruins a bit of his armor, it will not be until spring that he can request a new shipment. 

A flurry of papers on his desk. All unread, but for the letter sitting apart from the rest. Seril’s. Inquiring of his health, of the dungeon’s health, whether it has loosened him up a bit—he has half-written a dozen replies, but nothing he pens down feels right. Can he really say that when he sleeps, the space behind his eyelids feels darker than it used to? Tell him that when he ventures into the deeper cells, the prisoners press against their bars and tell him how his great-great-grandchildren will die?

That two days ago, a man crucified himself, spilled his intestines into the shape of something he does not know, but couldn’t bear to look at for too long. That priests file in with two black-robed children and come out with only one, and yet he never finds a body. 

But he cannot sit agonizing over this forever, not when there is so much to do. So, once again, he grabs a quill and a blank sheet of parchment and scrawls something out. 

All is well, Seril. Life is more difficult than anticipated, but I believe I can do something here. I miss you and the palace as well. 

After a brief hesitation, he puts the quill down. It is short, but it has to do. He has not the time for anything else. Not with a dungeonful of strangeness to manage. 

***

Rudimer is stalking through dark corridors with a sword in his hand, hunting. Lately, strange creatures have been coming up from the depths—little chittering things with many teeth and many eyes and many limbs. He doesn’t know where they come from, but he doesn’t care to find out either. 

Days ago, a request came through to transfer the mercenary captain deeper. The blonde man who does not seem to have succumbed to the quick insanity that takes most prisoners—despite the violence that Trotur seems to revel in inflicting. He could barely walk when Rudimer ushered him out of his cell, passed him to two other guards to take deep, deep down. 

Mostly because he was too scared to go himself. 

For good reason too, he’s sure, because only one of those guards returned. When he asked about the fate of the other one, all he received was a vague shrug, one scarred arm pointing towards the ground below. 

Everything goes that way eventually. There is a strange gravity inside these dungeons that pulls all things intangibly downwards instead of physically, whether that be sanity, health, or strength of mind. 

He has done his best to stay strong, but in his lowest moments—when he finally allows himself to succumb to sleep—he has been hearing the soft sounds of clicking, of pattering, of movement in the dark. Small creatures, many of them, beady little eyes blinking-blinking-blinking. 

If he looks at the walls for too long, then he can almost see them again. 

He thinks they are birds, maybe. 

***

He is walking into the center of a town he cannot imagine existing, surrounded by creatures small as children and thin as winter, watching him with wide saucer eyes. In his hands, watched ardently and eagerly, is a small gray cube, disproportionately heavy for how small it is. 

The guards are dying of starvation and suicide alike, but even then, there has not been enough supplies. He has stopped rationing food for the prisoners—but they simply grow thinner and thinner instead of dying. 

This deep, he can almost hear the cawing of crows, the flutter of a thousand wings echoing behind every step. It makes him jumpy, but he stills the hand upon his sword—he’s well aware that the only reason he is allowed down here at all is the cube in his hands, and he was lucky enough to have been able to strike a bargain furthermore. 

Two sacks of unidentifiable rations. Told to him in broken speech, barely understandable, to be food, weapons, clothes. The food, these creatures grow themselves, but the rest is what they’ve taken from the dead that decorate their village. 

Does not matter. He hands the cube to the largest, strongest monster, taking the supplies swiftly in the same breath. It takes his left hand a moment to close—recently, it has been growing numb, stiff and hard to control.

For a split second, he is on high alert, gauging whether they will turn on him after all, but none even spare him a glance anymore. All are surrounding their leader, clamoring eagerly for the cube, thin fingers reaching like a child’s for fruit upon a tree too tall. 

Quickly, he leaves, not willing to overstay his welcome. The guards he passes are near-catatonic, staring blankly into empty space. Most have grown larger in this time, despite lack of food, for it’s not the organic blossoming of muscle or fat—but instead the swelling of their limbs, strange tumorous growths sprouting from hard flesh. 

The prisoners are worse, purely because they are all too aware, and he must dodge the thin hands that snake through their bars and attempt to gouge out his eyes, try to rip the armor off his body. They speak in tongues as well, and though he can’t understand a single thing, he somehow knows that they refer to Gods and rituals and deities floating in the primordial mire beyond reality. 

As he is depositing the scant supplies earned from this foray, he catches sight of a window. Strange. Somehow, despite the presumed abundance of windows, he cannot remember the last time he saw morning light. 

For a split second, he considers going outside. Taking a walk—distancing himself from the dungeons, at least for a while. 

The notion vanishes just as quickly. Too much left in here to leave. If he walks out, he will never return—he will keep going until his legs give out, or the wolves get him, or somehow, miraculously, he makes it back to some semblance of civilization. 

He cannot go. Not until he has finished whatever job he was sent here, originally, to do. 

He cannot remember exactly what it is. 

He will remember. 

But he cannot. 

He cannot. 

He cannot. 

***

He is crouched upon his cot, knees pressed up to his chest, trying to silence the flurry inside his head. There are whispers, and there is birdsong, and there are strong beaks scraping the last of his brain from the crevices of his skull. 

When he closes his eyes, it does not help. When he drives his fingers into his skin, bites his tongue so hard that it feels like it might bleed, it does not help. He cannot remember what he has been doing. He cannot remember the last time he ate, drank, stood. 

Upon his desk, the glint of an inkwell catches his attention. There is something important there—and then, as he forces himself to rise, he finally sees the paper set neatly to the side. Seril’s. That of weeks ago, perhaps months—they wrote regularly in the beginning, he’s sure, but the spaces between have grown larger and larger. 

With dirty hands—when was the last time he washed them?—he grabs the paper, scans it fervently. Nothing important. Seril has found a nice woman, she is with child, all is well, all is fine, he is not stuck here in this cursed dungeon, he cannot fathom a single iota of his experience. 

There is a scrap of dirtied paper upon the ground, but it is the only one he can find, so it will have to do. When he grabs at the quill, his hand—so rough, so uncoordinated, it is as if he cannot move his fingers individually anymore, but the entire arm is instead an odd, stiff mass—knocks the inkwell off the desk. Now, limited to one dip of ink, but there are only a few words he needs to say. 

seril i require help these dungeons are full of crows plea

The quill runs out of ink before he finishes, but it is all the words he needed to say. 

Except, there’s something missing. It takes a long moment of staring at the paper to realize. 

It is missing a signature. 

Well. He has no ink left to write it, and besides, when he imagines penning it down, he realizes that he does not exactly remember what it looks like. What name he would use. 

He finds her lower in the dungeons, drawing out a sigil in what’s probably blood. A dark priest, skin and hair both sickly white, clad in the robes that are customary for her kind. He does not know when she entered, but somehow, he knew where to find her—the only person who could deliver his message. The only person in this entire dungeon who is any modicum of sane. 

Besides him, of course. 

She looks up at him when he approaches, lip curling in confusion. 

“...Captain?” she guesses, putting a hand into her pocket and grasping some hidden weapon inside. He smiles, to try and placate her, but it doesn’t seem to work, so instead he launches into instructions. 

She cocks her head, brow lowering. Does she not understand? They are simple words, or at least he thinks they are, but when he attempts to concentrate on what he is saying, all he hears are the guttural rumbles and screeches of something that cannot conceive human speech. 

Sharply, he shuts his mouth, and simply shoves the paper into her hand, points towards an approximation of the entrance. 

Finally, she gets it. Looks down. “...Seril?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but settles on nodding a moment later. The memory of how to mold his tongue around comprehension seems to have somewhat, somehow, escaped him. 

“Deliver this?”

Another nod. 

“I know of him,” she says shortly, and then returns to drawing out her ritual, which he takes as a confirmation of the task. 

Seril will come, he’s sure of it. He will come, and he will stand inside the dungeon and find patterns in the blood and hear the chirping of crows and neither of them will be alone anymore. 

***

He is standing behind a thick stone wall, listening to the footsteps on the other side. How he found himself here is not entirely clear in his mind, nor is the wooden apparatus where a left arm should be, nor is the strange heft of his head. 

“...happened,” comes a thread of muffled conversation, “I cannot imagine. Do you think he is dead?”

“He cannot be dead.” This voice is sharp, impassioned. Familiar?

Is it familiar?

“Of course,” comes the other, now softer, placating. 

The crows chatter and caw and talk amongst themselves. It is a long moment before they come to a conclusion. 

Forward. Bludgeon. Intruders. 

Intruders. He raises an arm and slams it against the wall, even as he remembers a single name. 

Seril. 

It must have been his own, back when names still mattered. Nothing that has use to think of now. 

He wonders, briefly, why it is only now that it’s come back to him, and it doesn’t feel exactly right as his former moniker, but then it slips away in the lieu of blood. 

***

He is all that, and he is none of that, and he is a man-no-longer that tries to catch memories in his hands like water. 

“Rudimer?” 

His gaze snaps to the person in front of him, still laid out upon the bed. For a moment, they are a thin white creature marveling over a stone cube, and then they are a dark priest trying to comprehend the speech of crows, and finally the flicker of a knight, eyes wide, forgotten words spilling frantically from his lips. 

Slowly, hesitantly, he nods. 

“What happened?” they breathe, looking at him in what he cannot tell is marvel or pity. For a moment, all that he has newly remembered attempts to push its way out of his heavy beak, but it will not be in any understandable configuration. “Do you… have you been here, all this time?”

Nod. 

“Can you leave?”

Now, he hesitates. No, logic dictates, but he has never actually tried. Still, though, he does not think he’s the sort of creature that could survive in the world, not without the dungeon’s lifeblood coursing through his veins.

At his nonanswer, there is another question.

“...Do you want to?”

His beak is dipping down, and at first it is because of the weight of gravity, but then he is lifting up, dropping again. 

Nod, one more time.

[seriously-nobody]

The Ghost In My Heart

Pt.3

Warnings: romance, grief, drug induced sleepy time, self-deprecation, mention of murder, a bit of betrayal, and a few time skips

Preface: I really enjoyed writing this one. I think it's much more complex than the other parts, with a lot more happening all in one part. I don't have much more to say other than I really do hope you enjoy it. :)

It had been 6 months since Madame Leota moved into the mansion and held a seance every night. And every night, with every seance, the ghosts chose you to be their mouth piece. You were exhausted after being used night after night, feeling so much death, but as long as you felt you were helping, you were happy to be there. There was one particularly rough seance with the ghost of a black widow bride making you see and feel like your head was being cut off, Madame Leota had to intervene. She couldn’t get rid of the ghost but made them fairly docile with some sage. “I’m going to have some tea before I turn in to calm my nerves, would either of you like to join me?” Madame Leota asked, picking up her cane. “Tea sounds lovely.” William said standing. You said nothing, just looked at the corner of the room where only you saw the captain. He stared at you with his arms folded and his head turned up at you. “Are you alright?” William put his hand on your shoulder. You shake your head out of it, “Yes, fine.” you say shortly. “Will you be joining us for tea?” he asks again. “Not tonight, thank you.” you say. “Well alright, we’ll be in the living room if you need us.” Madame Leota said and they both walked out, William shutting the door behind him.

You get up abruptly and turn to the journal and thrust it open to a new page. “Why are you haunting me captain?!” you say angrily into the corner where he stood a moment ago. But the pen doesn’t move. Then suddenly the sound of the ship’s bell rings out and you cover your ears to try to block it out but it doesn’t work, it only grows louder. “You know why I’m here!” a gruff voice shouts at you and wind suddenly starts blowing in the room almost knocking you down. “Stop it. Stop it.” You grunt back at it, screwing your eyes shut. “You suffer!” the voice retorts and rain starts pouring down on you. “I can’t tell him, you know I can’t” You shout into the storm. The bell rings so loud in your head it vibrates your skull and you drop to your knees on the floor, which is now ankle deep in sea water. “It will break his trust in me if I bow out! I must hold on and stay by his side!” you yell in desperation but the torrent only grows stronger. “Even at your own expense?!” the voice roars like thunder at you. “At any cost! I cannot waiver! Or this is all for not!” you practically scream. “Then you are lost!” the captain’s voice blares. “I may be! But at least I am lost with him!” you yell but the deluge holds strong around you. “I know I have lost my way but I don’t have any other path but this one now! I’ve made my fate and I will live or die with the consequences!” You sob. And finally the storm calms to nothing but the water pooled around you. “You will not change. I will not leave.” The captain says and everything around you dries and watery foot prints stomp out of the seance room.

3 months pass after that, but everything remains the same. So many seances and equally as many ghosts, they get blurred together in your memory. Names get to be a bit fuzzy at times, especially after rough seances that wear down your mind. William however seems less optimistic as he was in the beginning. It’s almost coming up on a year now and still, Eleanor has not shown up. “May I confide in you something?” William asks you one morning while having morning tea in the garden. Madame Leota was inside talking with the spirits. “Of course you can. What is it?” you say, only a little bit concerned. “It’s been 9 months we’ve been trying to contact her. And I grow more and more worried. What if she doesn’t want to make contact with us? With me? Or what if she’s not here? What if she’s-” William says with each question he becomes more frantic, so you put your hand on his arm to calm and quiet him. “We will reach Eleanor, William. I promise you, on my life, I will help you find her.” You say with utter devotion. “You are such a good friend to me, y/n. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such a companion.” he smiles brightly at you and it warms your heart. “You needn’t do anything.” you say bumping his shoulder with yours and you both giggle and continue enjoying the pleasant morning.

Finally the day had come, the first year anniversary of it all. The day goes on as usual and then the night begins in the seance room. “Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they’re at.” Madame Leota says and the seance begins. the crystal ball glows and levitates. You feel like someone or something is trying to say something to you but it all just comes out in jumbled hushed whispers. “Anything yet?” William asks. “Not really. It sounds like they’re trying but can’t quite find the words?” You say tilting your head. “Hmm. Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!” Madame Leota gestures to a brass bell on the table, but again nothing happens. “Wrap on a table, it's time to respond! Send us a message from somewhere beyond!” shouted Madame Leota, slamming her hand down on the table. And finally you saw him. Only his head showed through the crystal ball. His face burned into your memory. His wicked grin and his crazed eyes. His eyes darted over to you and noticed the terrified look on your face. “You.” he says and tilts his head down at you. Suddenly you felt his soul, his aura, his overpowering madness and insatiable bloodlust overwhelmed you. Your face went pale as a sheet. “Y/n? What is it? What’s happening.” William asked concerned. You were scared speechless, it felt like all the air had been taken out of the room and you couldn’t breathe. The head laughed maniacally and you saw all his murders flash by your eyes in an instant, and you saw them as if looking through his eyes. Then his head vanished from the ball and you frantically looked around the room. You peek behind your chair to find him standing there, hunched over with a cane in one hand and a glowing hatbox in the other. His head, now inside the hatbox, illuminates the corner of the room. “Boo!” he says and chuckles at you when you jump. “No no no! Shut it down! Shut it down!” You practically scream to Madame Leota. While keeping eye contact with the hatbox ghost. He takes a menacing step towards you, scraping his other foot across the floor. “You can’t banish me, foolish mortal.” he cackles out. Madame Leota lights the sage and waves it around the space to get him to leave but he stands unwavering. “Aww, that won’t hurt me. You know better than that.” he scoffs and continues towards you. William grabs the bell and starts ringing in the direction where you’re looking. “Ugh! Such noise!” The ghost says and dematerializes. You turn around to see if the crystal ball had stopped glowing and it did. So you slump back down in your chair knowing the portal had closed.

Your heart racing in your chest, you pant, gripping the arms of the chair to stop yourself from quaking. “Is everyone alright?” you pant out. “Yes.” Madame Leota says calming down. “Yes, but are you alright?” William says concerned. “For now. Though, we need to banish that ghost back to the region beyond. I don’t know who or what that ghost is, but he'a evil and maddening.” You say darkly. His face flashes in your memory, it’s all you see behind your eyelids when you so much as blink, it sends a shiver down your spine. “I’ll see what I can do to find a banishment.” Madame Leota says opening her book, William still looks concerned at you but says nothing. “I’m going to go for a brandy.” You say trying desperately to stand while your legs quake against your will. William gets up and helps you stand. “I’ll come with you.” He says, holding your arm. “Oh, no, it’s alright.” You say trying to wave him off as you walk slowly out of his hold. William gives you those sad kicked puppy eyes. “Listen, I'm alright, really.” You say and hobble up the stairs to the living room.

You call a servant for a cherry brandy and sit down on a sofa. You sigh and put your elbows on your knees to cradle your head. You close your eyes only for a moment and see his face again. “Your brandy?” a servant says, making your heart leap out of your chest and you fall back onto the sofa. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you.” the servant says. “No, no, it's alright.” you say taking the brandy and down half of it. “Rough night?” the servant says observing you. “Extremely.” you say running your hand down your face. “Penny for your thoughts?” the servant asks, looking down at your trembling figure. “Not a chance. Not tonight.” you say downing the rest of the brandy. “Oh, not even the slightest detail?” the servant says, but the voice isn’t the one you heard before, it was his. Your eyes go wide and you look up at the servant, their nose is bleeding and their eyes have dark circles under them. “You fiend!” you shoot up and grab the servant by the collar. “I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-” the servant pleads. You drag the servant by the collar to the seance room. “Y/n?! What in the world are you doing?!” William says, and Madame Leota looks up from her book and gasps. “He’s using this servant as a puppet!” You say to them confidently. William and Madame Leota look at you puzzled. “Look he has blood-” and as you look over, the servant looks right as rain, just as they appeared before. Your face falls. “But he was just- Their nose was bleeding, and their eyes-” you say, studying the servant's face. “Dear… maybe you should get some rest.” Madame Leota suggests gently as to not stir you. “No please, you must believe me.” You plead, looking back at them. “William?” You look at William. He opens his mouth then closes it and takes a moment to think and dismay dawns on his face. “No, no please, William.” You say. “Maybe you do need some rest. After the events of the night.” He looks up at you while hanging his head. You look back at the servant who is still fearfully looking at you. You retract your hand from their collar and it trembles terribly as you do so, so you cover it with your other hand to stop it from shaking so much. You look skittishly back at them now questioning your own sanity in the matter. William tries to say something and reach out to you, but you run out of the seance room to your guest bedroom.

You run in and shut the door, leaning on it as soon as you shut it. You cover your face, and tears burn your eyes. You crumple in on yourself and slide down the door until you sit on the floor. You hold your head and sob into your knees. Hot tears sizzle down your cheeks, and your nose gets stuffy, so you start to sniffle. You sit there in choked sobs for a while until a soft knock is heard on the door. “Yes?” You choke out. “Hello, I know you may not want to hear from me right now, but Master Gracey sent another brandy to you.” it was the servant from earlier that you had hallucinated to be the hatbox ghost. You stand up, wiping your tears and open the door to see the servant. “Don’t shoot the messenger.” The servant puts their hand up in surrender. You walk over and sit down in a chair by your vanity, motioning for the servant to come in. “Ah, I’m glad to see we’re on good terms then.” they say cheerfully. They walk in and set your brandy down on the vanity, and you immediately pick it up and down it all. “Is there anything else you’ll be needing tonight?” the servant asks with a grin, and suddenly your head starts to spin, and you look back at the servant to see their nose bleeding again and the dark circles returned to under their eyes. “What did you do to me, demon?” You say through gritted teeth while trying to get up. He giggles through the servant’s mouth and pushes you back down. “Don’t want you falling.” He says and throws a gesture in the air, and the door to your room closes quietly. “Oh nothing, just a bit of brandy and a bit of laudanum.” he says in his voice while making the servant tilt their head side to side with each ingredient. Your vision starts to blur around the edges, but you try desperately to hang on. “You… fiend…” you slur out and sway. He walks the servant over to your bed and makes them pick up a pillow. He makes them dust it off and place it in front of you on the vanity. “Can’t have you splitting that head of yours, now can we? Sleep tight.” He laughs maniacally, your head falls to the pillow, and everything fades to black.

Pt.5: https://www.tumblr.com/seriously-nobody/728906187359338496/the-ghost-in-my-heart?source=share

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romance and return policies pt. 3

part three of this ask!

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𓅪 Rated: M | TW: attempted SA | 2.6k includes: alternate universe no powers, modern au, eventual polyamory, eventual relationships, eventual smut, gamestop au

𓅪 established roy harper x koriand'r eventual: jason todd x reader, Roy Harper x reader, koriand'r x reader endgame: Jason Todd x reader x Roy Harper x koriand'r

“Table two,” your coworker calls your name from the counter and you sigh.

You’ve been on break for barely three minutes, have just fucking finished peeing after holding it during the entirety of the evil Sunday lunch/dinner, dunch, whatever, rush. God forbid you get to read a page or two of your latest fixation- but no.

Sunday’s a cruel mistress.

Nay, Pam’s Diner is the real cruelty with all the last-minute doubles forced on you, but at least it's money.

Your bloated feet quickly remember the pained pressure you’d forgotten in your brief moment of sitting within seconds of standing again. Your usual strong gate is reduced to a warbled rhythm as your feet protest each contact with the tile below.

You sigh again when you see your table, though in relief. Two redheads and a skunk-stripe.

“Hey!”

Your pain is forgotten as you sidle up to where Jay, Roy and Kori are seated in the corner booth in your section.

“Guess it’s only fair you guys get to come harass me at work now too, huh?” you ask rhetorically.

Roy chuckles, “Oh, yeah. Big time.”

Kori smacks him on the shoulder, not delicately, mind you. “We will be doing nothing of the harassment with our wonderful friend,” she says sternly.

Roy holds his hands up in surrender and offers you a sheepish apology. “She should know by now that I’m just kidding around!” Roy looks to you for silent approval, something you roll your eyes but give, nonetheless. “See! She’s a total babe about it.”

“Total babe.” You roll your eyes again, mocking him. “Kori,” she looks up at you, “you feeling any better?” 

Kori stutters out a yes before turning to Roy, who offers her no help with the shit-eating grin that now adorns his face. 

“She so digs you, Star,” Roy says as he nudges Kori, who blushes. You watch as she tucks her red hair behind her tanned, pierced ears and inadvertently do the same. “Girls get away with so much more shit with each other than guys can," Roy spouts suddenly. He taps the table as if deep in thought. "Now that I think of it, Jay wouldn’t even let me watch porn with him when we were first BFFs. Can you believe that?” He jabs an elbow into Jay's side. "Didn't take long to change that though, eh?"

Everyone at the table stares at him, though Jay’s and yours come across as more deadpan than Kori’s shocked one.

“Roy,” you sigh his name, hitting your pad with the butt of your pen, “just fucking order before I start lengthening my visits to piss you off.”

“Is that not what you already do?” It’s surprisingly from Kori and you have no choice but to throw your head back and laugh. You watch her clap her hands together with your eyes still crinkled with laughter at how adorable Kori is. “She is a total babe, Roy!”

You blush, realizing she must’ve meant about how you handled their humor… obviously.

From behind, you hear the manager, Pam, clear her throat. You turn around to see her pointedly looking at her watch, then at you. God forbid someone make some fucking tips in this shithole.

“Roy,” you glance up from your empty pad of paper to meet his verdant gaze. “Food. Pick. Now,” you demand, leaning down to point your pen down on his menu while fixing him with a semi-stern glance.

“Big stack,” he says. The redhead leans in, closing the distance between the two of you as he hands you his menu. You inadvertently release a gasp at the close contact as he proudly recites his order from memory, the fucking cunt. “Chocolate chip and peanut butter cakes, please, alternated if ya care, darlin’,” he continues with a wink. “Side of sausage would be incredible."

You mutter under your breath something about him still being incorrigible before retreating to focus on the raven-haired man beside him. “And what can I get for you, Jay?” 

He’s been, unsurprisingly, quiet and you catch him off guard. His cheeks flush and his menu flips up as a makeshift barrier to cover it. 

Roy snickers, “Jay, you gettin’ that pan cake, too?” Roy’s fiery eyebrows wiggle up and down until there’s a loud thump, followed by Roy groaning. “Well, excuse me for living, bro.” Another thump, followed by another groan from Roy.

The bells above the diner door jingle and your co-workers voice out “hello’s” in varied levels of enthusiasm.

Kori’s voice draws your attention back to the table, “Two of the breakfast specials for me. One with bacon and waffles, the other with sausage and chocolate chip pancakes, please!” She flashes you her perfect teeth as she hands you back the menu with her Hello Kitty acrylics, bending the laminate page in the process.

“‘Atta girl,” Roy says, patting her on the back. “Actually, I’ll do the same.” 

You fiddle with their menus before steadying them over top of each other under your arm before turning back to Jay.

“French toast, please.”

“Bacon or sausage, love?” you reply monotonously. When you realize that your usual work pet name for customers had accidentally slipped through, your cheeks burn. You clear your throat to cover over the sounds of Roy’s barely concealed snickering.

In your defense, you ask this question to tables around ten times a shift, if not more. 

It’s out of habit. 

Purely habit, you convince yourself. 

The rest of their visit goes without further complications as the ever-present weekend rush streaming incessantly through the doors keeps you busy for the most part. Soon enough, you’re boxing up what remains of Jay’s and Roy’s plates and sending them out the door with extra goodies.

It’s not the last time they all visit, but mainly Roy and Jay or, even more surprisingly, Jay on his own trickle in throughout the following weeks.

When it’s just Jay and Roy, you know they’ll leave you with stitches in your sides from their constant old-married-couple-esque banter.

However, it’s the times Jay comes in on his own and plops down at the counter with a book that you appreciate the most. His presence demands attention and damn, does he have all of yours.

“Whatcha reading this week?” You manage stop yourself from using your usual ‘handsome’ pet name, but just barely. It’s a diner, for fucks sake. People expect a certain hospitality. Doll, darlin’, handsome, cutie, love and gorgeous have all now been permanently ingrained into your lingo here. He tilts the book better towards you from your position behind him. You set the coffee pot down on the counter and lean in, brushing against his shoulder in the process, “A Separate Peace?”

He hums in approval, watching as your eyes skim over the fifth page of the book. There’s a great pause as you assume he finishes reading before he looks up at you, silently asking for your permission to turn the page. You let out an amused huff and nod, settling close once again as you begin to scan through the next page. 

It's only a matter of time before Pam pops up out of nowhere and the last thing you needed was another write-up, so, after another page, you set about work once again, albeit distracted.

After Jay’s fourth solo visit, you realize you both read at the same pace. You only notice because he stays on the page a bit too long, even after both of your eyes have stopped pouring over the words. 

This time, as soon as you finish, you catch his eyes. You offer a tiny smile when you see him come to the end of the text and waste no time in flipping the page. 

From then on out, you’re in charge of page flipping, so long as other tables don’t call your attention away for too long. You never mind when he goes ahead and continues reading, considering most of them were classics you’ve already read cover to cover. 

“I can always flip back to page 143,” he offers easily as your tired weight sinks against him after a particularly drawn-out rush. 

You just refill his coffee and allow him to turn the pages until he finds a rhythm that works for both of you. You blush, thinking about all the other rhythms you could find with him. However, the pain in your feet draws the majority of your attention, while the plot on the pages of his book captures the rest.

“I need to get a library card to keep up with you,” you respond instead. You then carefully glance around for Pam, grateful when her red hair is nowhere in sight. “I used to go to the library more than GameStop, if you’d believe it.”

“I do,” he says and smirks without taking his eyes off the page. “There’s a nice library outside next to the community garden near the reservations a bit of ways east.”

“Sounds nice,” you say, furrowing your brows as you read, then reread a paragraph. 

Is he asking you on a date?

You must’ve been quiet for a while because his deep voice startles you from your wandering thoughts. “You talk a lot in the store, but you seem to pretty quiet right now,” he says. 

You blush at his observation. “Shut up, Jay.” 

He snorts humorlessly, “Why do you keep calling me that?” 

“Is that not your name?” 

“No,” he says, glancing at your reaction from out of the corner of his eye. 

“Oh.” What do you say to that? Silence proceeds and you let yourself become wrapped up in it before anxiously offering an explanation. “It’s just, you never wear a name tag and the only things Roy ever calls you is Jay or Jaybird, so,” you trail off, trying hard not to desperately search his eyes for approval. 

“It’s Jason,” he says.

You nod. “Okay, Jason.” 

“I don’t care if you keep calling me Jay, though. It’s kind of cute,” he says. Before your blush can worsen (if that was even possible at this point), he hands you his phone for you to enter your number into. He wastes no time in phoning you so you can have his number, too. “Come in tomorrow. I get off at noon; I’ll take you.”

Again, date???? 

“Okay, Jay,” you say, catching the nickname too late and duck your head sheepishly. 

You hear the kitchen door hinges squeak and quickly busy yourself with the cloth in your hand. You innocently wipe as Pam glares you down like she knows you've been slacking off.

“You’re staying for inventory today, right?” Pam’s smile is pure rancid shit to you.

Considering this is the third time this month she’s assigned you this laborious task, you feel like losing your shit. None of the other workers ever seemed to have inventory duty, but here you are, staying into the wee hours of the night, driving yourself crazy with numbers until it all looks like a foreign language AGAIN. 

“Sure thing, Pam,” you respond with the same fake smile. “I’ll be here.”

Her eyes flick from Jason to you with amusement before exiting the restaurant. 

Jason sips the last of his coffee and closes his book. “Glad to know there are shittier managers out there than me.”

“I wouldn’t mind having you as a boss,” you admit, picking up his empty cup and dumping it in the bus tray behind the counter. 

He takes in your expression, searching for sarcasm. When he finds none, he laughs and your heart stops, “Please, you’d just slack off like all my other employees.”

You shoot him a look, “Oh, so that’s what you’ve deduced from the time you’ve spent watching me? Don't act like you don't see me run my ass off here shift after shift.”

“Yeah, I’d never want your job,” he says, blinking with one eye. Normally, you’d just think he’s winking, but it just seems like a twitch. Is he nervous or something? He clears his throat, ruffling his hair in the process, “Want me to wait for you?”

“Just have to get change for this one table, then I can close down for the night,” you say, waving him off before following him over to the front. “Trust me, you already know inventory sucks ass.”

“True, just be careful,” he warns. The raven glances over his shoulder at you in lieu of a goodbye. 

You watch him board a red Benelli and book it out of the empty parking lot with a loud roar that shakes you to your bones all the way from inside.

You’d regret not taking his offer 15 minutes later when you look up at the sound of the door’s bell. 

Your welcome instantly dies on your tongue when you see the creep from GameStop hobble drunkenly over to the counter. There’s a wicked glint in his eyes, one that’s entirely hard to miss

You text Jason and hesitate a few beats before also texting Roy, lamenting the fact you don’t have Kori’s number. You shoot off quick messages asking if either can stop by the diner ASAP. You slip your phone inconspicuously back into your apron, completely undetected by the dickwad at the counter, before continuing on with your closing duties.  

A minute later and the silence is broken.

His rough voice has your head shooting toward him, but it's too slurred to make out. He continues rambling to himself as you attempt to distance yourself from him, but once he stands up, you still feel too close.

"I said," he grips the counter for balance, "you gotta guard dog here, too?"

"I'm allergic to dogs." It's a lie, but he doesn't need to know that.

You try to keep it light and flit about your closing duties until the man grabs you around the waist. Before you can stop it, he tugs you against him, closing the entirety of distance you've created between the two of you.

You struggle against his hold, elbowing behind you. You assume you’ve made contact with his nose when you hear a sickening crunch.

“What? You fuckin’ both of ‘em, you fuckin’ whore?” His words are slurred and, from up close, you’re affronted with the smell of whiskey. “You like cock so much, but you don’t want mine?!" he screams. It’s then that the drunk man smacks you across the face and you fall to the floor with a shocked cry. "You, ungrateful BITCH!” 

Your phone clatters against the tile just out of reach as the man rushes forward and attempts to pin you against the cold floor below. It’s been mere seconds but, fuck, does it feel like forever as his beady eyes take in your body like a lion sidling up to its corbered prey. 

Your heartbeat rapidly pounds in your ears as the seconds tick on.

You try your best to kick and roll, but his satisfied, drunken laughter soon fills the emptiness of the diner. You feel all hope leave you. 

That is, until the door's suddenly kicked in.

The man’s weight is off of you in an instant. Soon, the cold quiet of the dim diner is replaced with pained screams as two shadows beat down on the man relentlessly.

A sweet voice startles you from behind- Kori, you realize once you get past the haze of what just happened.

“Are you hurt?” Her gentle hands cup your arms as she helps you stand. She says your name again and you meet her eyes, albeit unfocused, “Did he hurt you?”

Physically? Yes. Mentally? Yes.  

“No.” 

She eyes you with doubt but continues to calmly guide you out of the diner. “We won’t allow him on our premises anymore, I promise,” she coos your name gently as her long, thin fingers stroke through your hair. “I promise,” she repeats over and over again and your heartbeat finally steadies.

Tears drip silently down your cheeks until flashes of red and blue stain them.

The cops come and try their best to dissuade you from filing a report, warning that it can take hours and might not even get anywhere. However, with the support of your newfound friends, you persevere and mentally prepare yourself for the battle ahead.

Your restraining order is filed and issued within the week.

A/N: i dont really get into the aftermath much in this fic but i did just want to say: sometimes when assault happens it’s not as big or obvious in the moment like this but it doesn’t make your feelings any less valid. when you feel in your gut that something’s wrong, please believe yourself and follow through with necessary precautions/steps and allow yourself to grieve- love y’all

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Roses and Bombs

(Pt. 1)

Spencer!Reid X Fem!Reader

Date Night With Spency! Turns into a distracted case.

Warning: Fluff, Violence, terrositsm, blood Arguing, Mentions of SA, and Romance.

(I wanted to make something different from Smut.)

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As the moonlight beamed on the roads in a busy streets. You pulled down your dress, pulling on some jewelry. It’s been a while since you and Reid have gone on a real date. Thankfully you didn’t get called into work. It was perfect. The perfect temperature. You pulled on your shoes. It was not common you dress up. You decided on a black dress, some tinted stockings and a light weight jacket with some boot heels. You pulled a bag over yourself as you headed to the door Justin time for Spency to arrive. He was wearing a dark suit as he handed you some roses.

You smiled at him as you pulled him into a hug and kissed him in the cheek. He wrapped his arm around you as he walked you to the car, pulling open the passenger door for you, closing it after you got in. He then went to the drivers side.

“You looked wonderful by the way.”

He said. You smiled and smelled the roses. Hiding your smile in the flowers. Spencer was always the romantic type. That was your favorite thing about him. Being with him to so long really helped you accept the little things he does. You could tel how he was feeling with the way he moved and looked at you. You seemed to understand what all of his nervous ticks were. When he would chew on the inside of his mouth and zone out when he focused. When he would flip the pens in his hand or play with his fingers when he was nervous. The way he would look at you when you said something that made him upset, or if you said something that he really enjoyed listening to. You knew how to make him smile. You loved his smile. Simple things, like telling him that you loved him. And making him flustered when you complimented him. He loved how you were both so smart, and bounced off of each others ideas.

“Thank you my love, You look very handsome today.”

You said. He slightly became flustered, licking his lips trying not to smile. As he drove he placed his hand on the side of the stick shift, you then held it. Your hands locking. You should sense his heart beating. His pulse quickening as he pulled to the restaurant. Was he nervous? You turned as he parked the car and quickly got out, opening the door for you. You guys walked to your tables. Sitting down and ordering food. As you ate your dinner and had your small talk you guys began to get more intimate with the conversation.

“So, uh. Would you ever raise children?”

“I wish I could have children, but I’d love to adopt and foster. Only, I’d your are by my side Spency.”

You said. He looked down trying to hide his blush. The fact that you guys have been together for so long and still manage to fluster each other is baffling. As you finished up dinner, you guys decided to go on a walk around the pier. One of your favorite things to do. That and enjoy ice cream like children. As you walked and listened to the waves crash. You felt like Spencer wanted to tell you something. You looked at him turning around to face him as you walked backwards.

“What’s wrong Spency.”

You said holding your favorite ice cream in your hand. Spencer seemed to look at the ground avoiding eye contact before trying to look at you. He stopped. Walking, your did to. He began to fiddle with his fingers.

“The truth is. Uhm. The average relationship length lasts between, uh 9 months too 2 years. 70% of relationships fail in the fir-first year. And- well..”

You looked at him. Your eyes matching his. He seemed to lose his train of thought. You looked at him. Was he about to break up with you? Or did he think you were gonna break up with him.

“Spencer. We have been together for nearly 5 years. Yea we had a break in between. But, I am sure we are okay. Spencer you know you can talk to me about anything.”

You reassured. As you took a another taste of your ice cream. He looked around nervously as he began to talk again.

“Right. Right, what I mean is. I love you and I- damn it”

He said as he reached in his pocket to grab his phone that seemed to be ringing. You sighed as he quickly hung up, closing his phone before he tried to speak again.

“I just. I really love you and I jus-“

He started before hearing your phone ring. You sighed as you grabbed it. Turning the ringer off. Before you turned back to him.

“Go ahead Spencer. It can wait. I’m sure they can wait.”

You said. Before Spencer’s phone started to ring again. He grunted in frustration as he answered it.

“What! Oh..oh hey Hotch…”

He said giving you a wide eyed look. You sighed as he continued to speak. Looking at you as he tried to have the conversation.

“Yea sir. On the way now. Got it. Sorry.”

He said. He then hung up the phone turning back to you. As he put the phone in his pocket.

“We have a case.”

“Damn, does this place never sleep.”

You said. You walked quickly Reid right beside you as you made it to the car. Tossing the ice cream in the trash. The drive was quiet, almost awkward. But, you pulled into the BAU. Walking straight into the building hopping in the elevator.

“You never finished what you were saying.”

You said. Breaking the Silence. He turned to you. As the Elevator dinged to your floor.

“It can wait.”

(It’s time for a break besties, this is quite longer, and idk if the read mores are working. So take a pause, drink some water, get a snack, and enjoy!)

He said. You both walked into the meeting room, seeing the whole team already seated and comfortable as if they had no life outside of work. They looked at the both of you. Who seemed to be matching.

“Oh wow, where you guys on a date? You look great. I didn’t know you dressed up like that y/l/n.”

Morgan said. You glared at him in a joking way as you guys sat beside each other. Looking at the case files. Opening the files to watch your wonderful night have a horrific ending. Jj began to go over notes.

“Sorry, we wouldn’t call you in on this night if it wasn’t important.”

Jj said. Reid looked at the files and mumbled under his breath in frustration.

“It better be important.”

No one else heard it, but you did. Well you hoped no one else h are it. Reid was Definitely upset about something. He was so distracted, Reid hung his hand on his side, tapping the underside of the chair. As he tapped his foot. You looked over, and back to jj, before you held his hand. Stopping him from tapping, he looked at you then back to the case. As you did this Spencer seemed to calm down. As you guys got on the jet. You sat at the two seater with the table Reid Sitting in the back alone despite there being a empty seat beside you. You sighed as Morgan sat beside you.

“Okay, victimology. It seems the Unsub is targeting thr school of course. But the question is who, and why.”

Rossi said. You looked down at the notes, as they group talked about their theories. You clicked your pen a few times. As you looked at the bomb threat.

“This was on a elementary school? That doesn’t seem right. Usually they are on high-schools or colleges or even middle schools. I’m going to guess that something happened to the person who made this at that elementary school.”

You said. Reid continued to bounce his leg. This made you Anxious bouncing your leg. You continued to talk about victimology and going over case studies as you noticed Derek texting. Before getting a text Message on your phone.

Derek: What’s up with Reid

Y/n: I don’t know. He was fine when we were on the date.

Derek: hopefully he isn’t like this the whole time.

You turned to Derek. And shrugged before you felt the plane Land. You were then separated into groups.

“Y/l/n and Rossi will set up in the school, Prentiss and Jj, you guys are in charge of the media and making sure this doesn’t get out, Reid, Morgan your with me. We are heading to the police station.”

Hotch said. With that you guys separated off into your groups. You and Rossi talking to students in school. Observing the actions of the kids. Going over rules for evacuation. When the school day ended you got what you needed, heading to the police station to meet up with everyone, going over what you found. You noticed the tension in the air between the Cops and Reid. Also with the team.

“What did you guys find.”

You asked. As everyone began to explain what they found so you can put your ideas together for the profile.

“Turns out the Elementary school as a long line of rumors. Lots of he said she said.”

Rossi explained.

“We heard similar reports at the station. But no one will tell us what kind of rumors there are.”

Derek said, Reid stood there, his arms crossed.

“Well, if we are hearing similar things. Perhaps they are not rumors. Obviously if multiple people have the same story, then maybe they just choose not to believe it.”

Reid said with a dark tone. You looked around. You noticed a officer walking by.

“Hey, Officer. Can you tell us what kind of rumors there are?”

You said. The officer shrugged.

“I wouldn’t believe in rumors. Lies spread quick in this town.”

The officer said basically putting off the question. You sighed as you called Garcia.

“Fine, we can play this way. Hey Garcia, can you check to see what the Buzz is around town. Perhaps any rumors. Or police reports marked false?”

You asked. The officer leaned against the table.

“I’m telling you, your wasting your time.”

The officer said. Not a cop who wants all the glory for himself. Sometimes you wondered why the department invited you in if they were not gonna let you help.

“Done and Done.”

“Great Garcia. Narrow it down to cases involving children.”

Rossi added.

“Alright and…oh. It looks like some Timothy Stevens complained to a counselor about sexual behavior towards him from a teacher,”

“Garcia. Was this investigated?”

Reid asked.

“Looks like the case wasn’t investigated in full. Turns out it was as proven False. So they threw it out after 24 hours.”

“So your telling me, a child filed a report on sexual activities with a teacher, and they police didn’t even investigate it in full.”

“Yea. It looks like they didn’t even get cps involved.”

Reid and Garcia said. You turned to the officer.

“Oh come on the guy he said was the one who did such things to him is a good guy, and has his own children. We knew it was false when we talked to the teacher.”

The officer explained. You turned to the phone.

“Garcia where is Timothy Now.”

“Well my Lovely Sugar plum Y/n. Looks like this was filed 7 years ago, I’m going to find out now…”

She said. She then got a bit quiet.

“Oh…turns out he jumped off a bridge a few months ago…he passed before they got him out the water…”

Garcia said. You turned to the officer, before Reid stepped up.

“So you’re telling me that a kid stood up for himself, and you thought he was laying because you think he’s a good guy? And you didn’t think to report or look into it before. And your still stuck in denial to where you didn’t look into it after he killed himself. Yet your so confident that there is nothing wrong here. You have to be one of the most inconsiderate, immature, useless as-“

“Reid! Come with me.”

Hotch corrected. You froze, looking at the case files. What the hell was this cops problem. He didn’t think this was a big deal. You stood up straight. As you saw Hotch and Reid walk to a separate room.

“Garcia I need you to track down the guy the report was made on, and cross examine him with sex offenders in the area, and see if there are any more files against him.”

“On it. Garcia out!”

She said. You looked at the room Hotch and Reid were in. Continuing to add files to the time line. You stared at the files, reading them. As the team decided to step out to get coffee, food and interview the family of the kid. Leaving you with Reid in the break room.

“Why didn’t you defend me.”

Reid muttered. You turned looking at him.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you defend me. You know I was right. Did you think I was wrong. The officers are stupid. They could have easily avoided this if they just paid attention!”

“Spency calm down. We are all upset right now.”

“Don’t Spency me. You should of defended me. No one’s upset anymore. Does no once care?!”

He yelled. You looked at him. As he continued to yell at you. Before he slammed his file closed and walked out of the station. You stood there, confused, and upset. Did you fuck up? You sat down for a second trying to wrap you head around everything. You and the team have not slept in days. You the. Noticed something, pulling the pages side by side looking at all of the cases against the same teacher. WAIT!

(Break time again! Thank you for reading still! Let me know how you like it so far.)

You stood up as you ran to your phone calling the group. You finally out two and two together.

“Hotch. The Unsub is his son! He was also separated from his father during a divorce with his mom, when his mom tragically passed in a fire. He was forced to live with his dad. Where he too dealt with the sexual abuse. Much like many kids. They have moved place to place all Places claiming how good of a guy he was. Based on this message we couldn’t decode. He’s gonna blow up the school on the anniversary of his mothers passing…which is….oh god. Today. We need to evacuate the school!”

You said. You were closer to the school then they were, so you grabbed keys, and hopped into the SUV. Driving to the school and quickly parking before running out and into the school. You looked around trying to get the attention of the teachers. Unsuccessful you pulled the fire alarm. That got them to listen. The teachers and staff evacuating the school. All the students leaving, you ran around the school making sure the school was empty. Seeing the teachers class. You opened the door and- An explosion from the room sending you flying back. Running into the wall on the opposite side. You ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You held your head, feeling the warmth of your blood from hitting your head. The pain ringing into your skin. As the place began to light unfire. You tried to get up but you couldn’t.

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Spencer’s POV

Spencer looked at his case files drinking his coffee. He probably shouldn’t have blown up in you. You didn’t deserve it, you were just trying to help. Maybe he should go apologize. Everything was okay until this damn case. He was angry, why was he so angry. He looked over to his leather bag, A small box sized dent poking out of his bag. He grabbed it. Pulling the dark velvet covered box, opening it. Looking at the ring. It was perfect, you were perfect, everything was perfect until the case. Everything was going well. Maybe if he wasn’t so damn nervous it wouldn’t have taken this long. He wanted to marry you since a few months in a relationship with you. But he never thought it would last long, not many of his relationships do. They always end in tragedy. So yea, when he for overwhelmed and was so deeply in love, he tended to push people away. Who could blame him. He watched Maeve get killed in front of him. After that, he never felt the same. He examined the silver ring, the diamond surrounded by the shape of the rose. He thought it would be perfect. He always saw You as a rose. Everytime he saw you, a poem from Tupac Rang in his ears.

“Did you hear about the rose that grew, from the crack in the concrete. Proving natures law is wrong. It learned to walk without having feet, Funny it seems. But by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete. When no one else ever cared.”

He said to himself. He closed the ring box. As he opened his file, seeing cars and fire trucks zoom off. He stood up as he watched people rush out. Seeing Derek drive by, before pulling over.

“What’s going on?”

Reid asked hiding the box in his pocket.

“Did you get the text. The school blew up. It’s unfire. Wait what are you doing here?”

“What? What do you mean I didn’t know.”

“Y/Ns there.”

“What?!”

Spencer exclaimed before running to the passenger side of the car, zooming off with Derek, they pulled into the school as the flames. Engulfed the place, the children and students standing back covering their mouths.

“Everyone was evacuated before the bomb went off. It looks like we are not missing anyone.”

An officer said. Hotch walked quickly.

“My Agent. Where’s my Agent?”

He asked. Spencer looked at Hotch before it hit him. Spencer watched the fire go on and on. He continued to walk towards Hotch not sure of what’s happening.

“What Agent?”

“Agent y/l/n?! The girl with the Brains? The girl who questioned you??!!”

Hotch said getting upset. The officer looked stunned.

“I saw her! She pulled the Alarm to get us all out. I didn’t see her leave. She might still be in there!”

A woman said. Hotch turned.

“Well, any fire like that, there is no way she is getting out in time. We can try, but-“

“That’s it? You’re just gonna give up? She’s a person to!”

“There’s nothing we can do.”

The officer said. Before Spencer reacted a woman began yelling.

“MY SON! My sons still in there!!”

The woman said pushing through the crowd running to Hotch. Before she grabbed the clothes of the fire fighters.

“DO SOMETHING MY SON IS IN THERE!!!”

The woman said. Spencer snapped out of it, running to Hotch after looking around.

“Where’s y/n?”

He asked. Hotch turned to Reid.

“She uh…no one saw her leave.”

“She’s still in there!? Hotch we have to get her!”

Spencer said before charging towards the barricade. Aaron watched as another explosion went off, pulling Reid back. It wasn’t enough, he continued to fight, running closer to the building, Morgan pulling him back pinning him on the floor.

“Stop fighting kid! We can’t lose you too!”

Morgan said. Reid continued to fight, as part of the building began to collapse. Falling onto the concrete. That was it. The stick that broke the camels back. Reid broke down. Tears streaming down his face. It was as if he went through all stages of grief. Letting out a scream of pain, as the box fell from his pocket. Reid quickly grabbed it, as they were pulled from the fire. A blanket wrapped around him as he stood their, numb. Staring at the box.

“I can’t believe this. I had so much I wanted to do with her. We were gonna adopt children…and…”

He said. Morgan peeked over his shoulder, lookin at the box.

“What’s that kid? A bracelet?”

“No…who cares it’s useless now..”

He said. Opening the box showing the ring. As the day turned to night. It didn’t take long. It was towards the end of the school day. He closed it sitting it on the floor.

“That’s why you were so angry…this case ruined your proposal…”

He said. Spencer nodded as he sat down. The silence filled with screaming once More. They two turned to the noise.

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(Back To You!)

After a moment of trying to build your strength and hearing the Sirens outside. You heard the distant cries of a boy. You looked around your vision doubled as you continued to inhale the smoke. You used all your strength to get up, and walking slowly to the cries of the young boy.

“I hear you…”

You said, walking towards the sounds. Running into a door, you looked around, as you pushed the door open. You looked at the class room your visions slowly tripling. You then walked closer, hearing the cries, your vision slowly becoming clearer. You looked at the closet door, slowly pushing it open to see a boy hiding in his jacket. He had dark hair, and dark skin. You looked around as your motherly instincts kicked in. You ripped a curtain off the wall, running to the boy, before wrapping him in it.

“I got you. Hide your face in your sweater, I’m going to get you out of here.”

You looked around at the fire, before picking him up with all your strength. You began to run as fast as you could out of the school. Running into lots of flames. You looked around as you were Surronded by the flames. You mapped out the quickest exits. You looked around, trying to find the best way to go, turning back as the ceiling Nf collapsed right before your eyes. You gasped hugging the boy and hiding him into your shoulder, there was one way out, and it was through. You looked around, noticing the way where the ceiling collapsed had more flames than the other side. Youd do anything to make sure this boy survived. You held your breath, running through the flames to a side door behind the school. Trying to open it with your foot. The bot wiggled as you sat him down to push open the door, falling. You didn’t have much strength left. You looked at the boy, who seemed to get up still hiding his face in the sweater. He looked at you.

“I can help Ms Good Guy…”

The boy said coughing. He pushed the door, his gripped combined with the rest of your strength wre able to push the door open. To the Outside. Thunder rumbling as rain poured down. You heard another explosion as you pushed the boy out, falling as the exit sign fell. The boy began coughing again, you laid down, you knew you had to get away from the school. You stood up catching you balance as you picked up the boy you arms shaking as you ran further from the school. You made it to the grass. Setting the boy down. You leaned against a light post panting. The boy got his breath back, taking in the fresh air, covered in soot.

“Go to the flashing lights…they can..”

You started, coughing aggressively.

“They can help…”

“No, not without you…you have to go with me. How else will I tell the good guys from the bad guys? Come one Ms Agent! We can make it…look…I’ll help you.”

He said grabbing your hand. How could you say no to that boy. You nodded as you guys began to move towards the lights. Shaking.

“It’s ok! We can go slow! We can make it! Slow and easy as my mom calls it..”

The boy encouraged. You nodded, slowly walking towards the Sirens. You needed to make sure this boy was safe. Finally making it to where people could see you. No one was focused. You nearly collapsed. Hearing the screaming of a woman.

“MY SON!!”

The woman said running towards you guys. You smiled. As the boy rejoiced inn seeing his mommy.

“MOMMY!!! This agent saved me!”

He said. You smiled as the woman hugged her son. That was it…you completed your task. You could rest…you watched as the mother ran to the EMTs. You strength was gone…was it just you or was the ground getting closer. You thought. Falling into the floor. You looked up at the clouds rain falling onto you as you laid there. You couldn’t feel anything, nothing but the rain. It was nice…

“Y/N!!!”

You heard someone yell. You continued to look up. You head still bleeding. The moon was so pretty. Much like it was on the date. You were exhausted. You felt seining right beside you, the moon Beaming on you. You heard the voice, call you name again. Was that…Spencer? You couldn’t move, only your eyes. You moved you eyes which took so much energy. Looking at a broken Spencer. You couldn’t speak, you heard him talking. But you didn’t understand. You sued the rest of your energy to lift your hand up, to cup his face, you felt tears running down his eyes. You felt people pick you up moving you to a stretcher. Before your hand dropped, falling asleep. But, but you didn’t sleep for long, you opened your eyes, blinded by the ambulance lights. You could hear a little again.

“She’s going in and out, we need to get her on oxygen and fluids. We need to rush her to surgery, there’s glass in her head!”

Hurried men said, you looked around, as Spencer nodded listening to the men. You looked at Spencer.

“Sp-spen—My love…”

You said. Spencer looked at you, getting closer.

“I’m in right here! I promise.”

He said. As he grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry..I didn’t- stand up for you-“

“It’s okay, stay with me okay.”

“It hurts….”

“What hurts?”

He responded tears filling his eyes. You hated when he cried. You looked away.

“Everything….”

You said. Spencer looked around trying to get them to give you something to help the pain. The Ambulance was driving so fast it kinda mad you sick. The EMTs finally gave you something for the pain. The ride felt like forever as they pulled you out of the vehicle. Rushing you to surgery. You watched as Reid stood as they put you under for surgery. As soon as it started, it stopped. I waking up in a hospital bed. Looking around as You heard them talking. The team.

“She’s been out for weeks! What if she doesn’t wake up??”

“Kid, trust me she will!”

You heard Spencer and Morgan talking. You then heard Garcia.

“Don’t say that!”

She said. You decided to let them know you were awake.

“You really thinks you can get rid of me that easy?”

You responded-“…

Pt 2 soon!

[darkenforcer]

homecoming pt 1

oh, this return trip came... sooner than he'd expected.

yuri's starting to think he's had enough of all of this inter-worldly travel-- this is his, what, fourth go at it? and it's still thrown him way off kilter! the least those damn stars can do is choose a place and stick to it... which brings him to his current dilemma: where the hell have they decided to drop him off now?

luckily, it only takes a quick (and admittedly dizzy) glance to gather all he needs to know. it's exactly where he'd left off. castle zaphias, at the foot of the commandant's window.

...and there, sitting at his desk with pen in hand, is sir commandant flynn himself, peering over at him with a funny little scrunch in his brow. poor guy's gotta be annoyed, having been torn away from his oh-so-very important boring duty of signing dozens of documents on the daily, only to find yuri looking at him like he's the one out of place in his own office.

psh, now imagine how crazy i'd look if i started explaining where i've been all this time-- hold on. where... i've been...?

that can't be right; he isn't supposed to remember, is he? then, that island... why does he remember that island? he isn't supposed to, if his last trip back-and-forth is anything to go by. he seeks out repede for confirmation and the dog beside him stares right back, sighing past the pipe in his mouth. 

he remembers, too.

are their retained memories a screw-up on the stars' part, or...? well, he supposes the exact reason doesn't matter-- he's home. that's the glaring reality he's woken up to, regardless of whatever they'd left in his head. there's the familiar set of fluttering curtains over the windows, the cool, crisp zaphias air caressing his cheeks... and flynn in the midst of it all, going about his bureaucratic business per usual. this isn't like the mist and its phony replicas, this is as real as it gets.

"um... yuri? are you alright?"

"huh?" yuri freezes at the sound of his childhood friend's voice, the pause before his own response just a touch too long to be considered casual, "am i alright? you're the one looking at me funny. your face'll get stuck like that, yknow."

an indignant scoff escapes flynn's throat, but the crease doesn't disappear-- if anything, it deepens. fortunately, it doesn't seem like he feels compelled enough to push the issue. either that, or he really needs to get those documents sorted.

as flynn resumes his work and the room is left in silence, yuri tries not to think back to the recent reunions he'd had in spirale-- break's tackle and frye's outburst, or eiden and indigo's excitement upon seeing him. it all trickles into a pool of guilt he doesn't want to -- or rather can't -- acknowledge, for his sake. he's where he's meant to be. there's no reason to complicate his return with memories of people he can't visit unless some higher power deems him to. he knows them well enough; they'll be fine, with or without him.

pretty cruel of the stars, though. it must've been easier last time when he hadn't had those experiences on his mind, and he could go back to life as if it'd never happened. it's not like he won't move on, of course, nor does he have any regrets, but it's... weird.

a whine pulls him from his thoughts, repede's wet snout bumping into his hand. attentive as always...

"seriously," flynn pipes up again, accompanied by the sound of his chair scratching across the floor. great, now his chronic inability to mind his own business is kicking in. "by now you would've been trying -- and succeeding -- to make it impossible for me to get anything done. what happened?"

"i've got no idea what you're talking abou-- wh-- hey, knock it off!" yuri protests when the back of the other man's hand presses against his forehead, likely checking for a fever. sure, he probably looks a little woozy, but he's not sick, dammit!

flynn huffs with a specific brand of testiness that's only ever been reserved for the vigilante himself, "i can tell something's on your mind, yuri, why're you being so difficult? you were the one who barged in here, remember?" 

he did barge in, huh? before his life got flipped upside-down by the stars again. of course he remembers. he remembers that and much, much more than flynn realizes. 

but the blond's reaction -- his worry -- isn't wholly unjustified; yuri's back on terca lumireis, home to the lower quarter, to brave vesperia, to estelle and rita and patty... hell, even raven. he should be celebrating!

so why does he feel off? underneath that very-real sense of relief, he still feels... expectant. what's his intuition trying to tell him...?

yuri turns away in order to shut the office window (or to avoid his friend's piercing blue gaze, at least to some extent), and the lock's click rings out in the large, sparsely-decorated room.

"dunno, just taking it all in... it's nice to be home again," he finally offers flynn something that isn't complete b.s., plopping down on the windowsill with an expertly-handled nonchalance.

"that's it...? you always visit the capital between guild work."

"hah. what's with the interrogation, commandant?" yuri parries the question as he stares out over his shoulder, past the glass, "i got a newfound appreciation for this place, that's all."

that earns him a laugh, disbelieving, yet underlined by a hint of warmth, "who are you and what've you done to the real yuri?"

flynn's unintentionally ironic jab is left hanging in the air, unanswered. yuri doesn't even know where to begin on everything that's happened to the "real him" right now, so he instead chooses to occupy himself with the city below, a hand running rhythmically through repede's fur.

...that's funny. never noticed you can see my old room at the comet from up here... been a while, hasn't it? 'bout time i paid the owners a visit. hanks and ted, too.

[itsdanii]

i loved the rejecting and regretting series!! could you do one with akaashi and osamu? thanks again!!

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting. I'm happy that you're loving my works, it makes my heart soft 😭♥️ Here's your request! I hope you have a good day and stay hydrated. Mwah!

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 5

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: rude behavior (resolved), cursing

a/n: Do read the warnings before you proceed. Warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. akaashi keiji, osamu miya

Title says it all

Akaashi Keiji

With your grades in literature almost at the brink of destruction, you had to swallow your pride and ask one of your classmates to tutor you

While you're the best in most subject areas, you sucked when it comes to literature

You didn't see the point of studying articles, analyzing literary pieces and using poetic words

But for the sake of graduating, you had to take the subject

But it seemed like the subject hated you just as much as you hated it

And so, one afternoon, you slammed a limited edition book you knew Akaashi, your classmate and your crush, liked on his desk and stared at him with pleading eyes as you begged him to tutor you

At first, he rejected the offer, opting to pat your head before leaving the classroom

But you were persistent

It wasn't long then when he started taking pity on you

All your papers had red marks in them and everytime there was a test, you would stare blankly at your paper and jot down nonsense ideas

At the sight of you in the  brink of tears, Akaashi sighed and decided to help, given that you have to focus and not do random stuff during your sessions

And that's how you found yourself in this current situation - hand holding the pen tightly, your eyes focused on the man in front of you instead of the story analysis he's explaining, and your heart beating as if you just finished a 5km run

"Are you even listening?"

You blinked your eyes at him and smiled sheepishly before scratching the back of your head. You knew that a small blush was probably visible on your cheeks now but of course, you had to play it cool.

"Of course," you said with a confident nod. "You were uh, talking about young love."

Akaashi rose an eyebrow at your answer as if challenging you to elaborate.

"The main character was in love with the guy... and the guy doesn't like her? And she-" you paused for a moment and grabbed the book you were reading, eyes scanning between the lines before continuing your probably wrong answer. "She died?"

With a sigh, Akaashi stood up and sat beside you, your elbows pressing against each other as he leaned down to write something on your book.

"Okay, first and foremost, she didn't die. She left. This part here-"

As he continued explaining, you felt yourself getting lost once again. Your eyes scanned over his features, taking notice of how long his lashes were and how flawless his skin was that you were almost tempted to caress it. His scent surrounded you for being too close which tempted you to shut your eyes.

"I like you," you blurted out unconsciously.

The both of you froze as soon as the words escaped your lips, eyes widening and lips parting as you stared at each other with shocked expressions.

Fuck.

Aaashi, who was the first to compose himself, cleared his throat before sitting upright. "Y/n-san, I'm really flattered by your infatuation but you do know that I'm only here to tutor you, right? We agreed to focus. We're supposed to be studying, not flirting with each other."

"I know but..."

"I can't accept your confession, I'm sorry," Akaashi said before sighing. "How about we end this session already? I don't want your mind wandering while I talk here knowing that you're out of focus."

You immediately shook your head no. "It's okay, Keiji. You don't have to like me back, you know? Just let me like you. You can just pretend that nothing happened. I promise I won't do anything that'll make you feel uncomfortable."

Despite your facade, Akaashi knew that you were forcing yourself to act unbothered. It wasn't really hard to figure you out. Like a book, he could read you within seconds and know exactly what you were thinking and how you were feeling, and at this moment, he knew that you were just pretending.

For the sake of not making you feel uncomfortable and guilty, Akaashi nodded before continuing his explanation regarding the story.

Surprisingly, you stayed true to your words. You didn't say anything out of the line nor forced your confession to him. Akaashi admired you for that since most of the girls whom asked him for help from the past were only after his looks and the sake of getting in his pants.

As your session came to an end, you stretched your arms out. You released a breath of relief before smiling at him. "Thank you so much for teaching me, and I'm sorry for taking so much of your time."

You started keeping your things and piling up the books you're going to borrow from the library. Standing up, you gave him a small bow before grabbing your bag. "I'll see you around then?"

Akaashi just nodded and watched as you made your way out of the library, not knowing how hard you were gripping the books you had in your hand.

That night, you cried your eyes out. Sure, at your age, it may seem childish to cry over someone, but this was Akaashi we're talking about.

The Akaashi Keiji.

The one whom you've liked ever since your first year in college. The one you've liked the moment you saw him sleeping inside a nearly empty library, several cups of coffee and littered paper surrounding his table as if he had been studying the whole night. The one who never noticed you but you never failed to notice.

Your Akaashi, or at least in your dreams, he was yours.

You stared at the now empty tub of icecream on your lap and sniffled. Grabbing another roll of tissue, you began to wipe your tears and your runny nose before playing another cliche romance movie to soothe your broken heart.

-

Your study sessions with Akaashi continued for a couple more weeks but unlike your previous meetings, you weren't as enthusiastic.

You were focused and attentive, but it just wasn't the same. Akaashi noticed how you would try to put a bit of distance between the two of you, how you would avoid looking at him in the eye, and how you avoided touching him.

But what he noticed the most, were your swollen eyes the day after you confessed to him. He knew that there was only a 50% chance that it was because of how you were rejected by him, and yet he felt an immense feeling of regret. The moment he saw you, he realized that he never wanted to see you like that again.

But he didn't know how to approach you. No, you didn't ignore him like the other girls do. You also didn't say any nasty remarks nor talk shit about him.

What you did was pretend as if everything was okay, as if nothing happened. It felt normal... too normal.

And it terrified him.

One time during your break, you slipped a test paper in front of him, a big A+ written on the sheet of paper making Akaashi lift his eyes from the paper towards you.

"You did good," Akashi said with a proud smile.

"Mhm, I guess I did," you said before taking the paper from him. "I wouldn't have gotten this score if it weren't for you though. Thank you."

He shook his head no before leaning back on his chair. "That was all on you. All I did was guide you."

"This might be our last study session."

"What?" Akaashi said as he stared at you with an expression you can't quite decipher.

"I mean... I don't think I need any more help. I feel like I can manage on my own already and I've no one to thank but you." You looked away from him before continuing, "I think it would benefit the two of us if we stop this already. While I'm grateful for you, I don't think that it's good for me anymore. I thought that if I acted like it didn't matter then it wouldn't, but Keiji..."

"No," Akashi said with a shake of his head.

"What do you.."

"I don't want to stop this." Gripping his hair, Akaashi, took in a deep breath before reaching for your hand.

"Y/n, I don't want to go back to how things were before. I don't want to be just your classmate. I'll miss how you would stare off into space and daydream while I'm explaining to you and I'm going to miss how you would make up answers just to prove that you were listening when in fact you weren't. I'm going to miss you, and I know that if we stop this study sessions... I may never get the opportunity to be this close to you again, and I don't like that."

Akaashi squeezed your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. "I like you. I like you so much that it scares me."

"Keiji.. look at me, please," you said softly as you tried to take your hand back.

Feeling your movements, Akaashi tightened his hold on you and shook his head no. "Y/n..."

"I'm not going to leave," you assured him and smiled when he finally let go of your hand.

Akaashi watched as you stood up from your seat and made your way to his side. He was then surprised when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around him.

"Did you really mean what you said?" you asked which made him immediately nod.

"Of course. I really do like you." Akaashi carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, watching for any negative reaction, and pulling you closer when he didn't receive any. "You're sitting on my lap and basically hugging me. Does this mean that you still like me?"

"Of course, Keiji," you said with a smile.

"Then..." Akaashi collected your hair to one side and gently placed his hand on your nape, his eyes traveling down from your eyes to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

With a simple nod from you, Akaashi pressed his lips against yours.

a/n: yes, you made out in the library. This is Akaashi were talking about and there's no way I wont take the opportunity to make out with him in the library lmao.

Osamu Miya

You were one of the lucky fans of the Miya twins, specifically Osamu's

Why? Because you're Aran Ojiro's sister and that meant that you can freely see your crush any time of the day

The team basically treats you as their own sister

Although it gives you a lot of perks, it also had its disadvantages

Because no matter how much you try hinting your feelings towards a certain Miya, he just won't acknowledge it

In fact, you didn't get along with him

Unlike the rest of the team, Osamu would always pick on you

You actually didn't expect it to happen because you thought that Atsumu was the playful one among them

But boy did Osamu prove you wrong

There weren't any time of the day that you won't pick at each other, spouting remarks here and there until the other gives up

It never went overboard though. You both knew your limits and when to stop

Or at least that's what you thought

Because today, he chose to target the wrong topic

You were currently seated in the middle of the court with the rest of the team. All of you were in the form of a circle with an empty bottle in the middle.

It was Atsumu's idea to play a game of truth or dare before you all go home. According to him, it would be effective on "cooling" off their bodies from the intense practice. Even Kita was forced to participate, thanks to Atsumu's constant whining.

With a wide grin, Atsumu spun the bottle which made most of you take in a deep breath due to the anticipation.

Finally, the bottle stopped. The tip was pointed at you while the other side was pointed towards Atsumu.

"Y/n! How lucky of ya! Truth or dare?" he asked with a wiggle of his brows.

"Truth." You couldn't help but roll your eyes after that, knowing that what's to come will probably be something silly.

Except it wasn't.

"Then... If yer given the chance to date someone from the team, who would it be?" Atsumu asked proudly, giving Osamu a side glance before focusing on you again.

You heard your brother groaning from beside you making you giggle. Placing his arm on top of your head, Aran gave each of the members a glare.

"Hm... I'd probably date 'S-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Osamu let out a loud chuckle. All eyes snapped to his direction, watching him in confusion.

"Sorry, sorry," Osamu said after composing himself. "Did ya really have to ask that? Of course she'd pick Suna. Haven't ya notice the way she looks at him every practice?"

"Huh?" Suna muttered absentmindedly, his eyes lifting up from his phone towards Osamu.

"Don't even try denying it, y/n. Plus, even if ya try, I know Suna will basically reject ya. I mean, I can't even stand ya. If it were me, I'd reject ya on the spot. Yer annoying and too loud and that thing ya do with yer hand when yer explaining? Super annoying. Ah! And don't ferget the way yer nose scrunches when yer deep in thought," Osamu said without any pause.

Once he was done, he titled his head a bit to the side, trying to peek at your face that was now casted downwards, your hair covering most of your face. "Oh, are ya crying? Did I ruin yer confession?"

To his surprise, there were indeed tears streaming down your cheeks when you lifted your head up. Everyone grew silent, completely shocked at the sight.

"I was going to confess to you, dumbass." With that, you stood up, grabbed your bag and ran out of the gym.

Aran immediately stood up to follow you, but not before throwing a glare to Osamu.

Atsumu, who was the first to break the silence, turned towards his twin. "Okay, I know that I'm dumber among the two of us but that was a real jerk move right there, 'Samu."

Osamu could only stare at the gym doors with shock and regret written on his face.

"You're on the bench until I'm sure that you and y/n-san made up," Kita simply said before standing up. "Game's over. Let's all go home."

-

The following days, you avoided Osamu like a plague. It even reached the point that you have to eat lunch inside your classroom instead of eating with the team like you usually do.

Even Aran was pissed at Osamu. Aran knew that a playful banter was normal between you and Osamu but never had it ever reached this point.

You were basically crying all night when you arrived home and if not for Aran's patience, you wouldn't have went home in the first place. When you left the gym, your brother found you in a nearby park, your knees up to your chest and your head hidden from view.

He wasn't oblivious about your feelings towards Osamu but he never mentioned about since he wanted you to tell him or any of the members when you're comfortable enough. It was only unfortunate that the moment you felt confident enough to confess, Osamu had to pull that shit on you.

"C'mon, Aran. I need to talk to them," Osamu pleaded as he tried to get pass your brother.

Aran stood firmly infront of your apartment, his arms crossed over his chest and his figure blocking the door. "You really have the audacity to march your way to our apartment after the shit you put my sibling through? What, you got tired of sitting on the bench during matches? Can't impress your fanclub anymore? Go home, Miya."

"I'm sorry, okay? I wanted to apologize to them but they've been avoiding me. This is my last resort." Osamu said and gripped his hair in frustration.

Once he saw a peek of you trying to hide yourself behind a wall, Osamu immediately grabbed the opportunity. "Y/n, I'm sorry! Talk to me, please!  I... I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sorry..."

You soften at the pleading voice of Osamu and revealed yourself from behind the wall. Walking over to the door, you placed a hand on Aran's shoulder. "Give us space to talk, please?"

Your brother threw a glance at Osamu and sighed at the determined look on his face. "Alright," he muttered before turning towards you. "Call me if anything happens, alright?"

Upon hearing you hum in agreement, Aran placed a hand on your head to ruffle your hair, chuckling as he heard you whining before he went out.

You invited Osamu inside your apartment, making sure to close the door before settling yourselves on the living room.

"Water?" you asked out of courtesy but Osamu only shook his head no. "Talk then."

Osamu felt an unsettling feeling inside him at your dismissive tone. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"I was used to havin' banters with ya that I didn't realize that I was already sayin' too much. I didn't mean to hurt yer feelings, y/n. I know that it may sound ridiculous considerin' how harsh I was to ya but I really didn't mean those words."

You listened attentively to him as he continued to apologize, your tears once again flowing down your cheeks as you remembered everything that happened. "I really like you, 'Samu. I don't even know how or why but I just do and I guess I was hurt, not only because you rejected me but also humiliated me. I don't deserve that," you said and brought your knees up to your chest, clutching the throw blanket as you sobbed.

Osamu was beside you in an instant, his arms enclosing you as he pulled you to his lap. "I know...I know. I'm sorry," he whispered as he rubbed your back soothingly. "I guess I got blinded by jealousy. I thought that ya were going to say Suna's name so I assumed that ya like him."

Wiping your nose with the sleeve of the hoodie you're wearing, you looked up at him with a frown. "Jealousy? I thought you hated me. Why would you even feel jealous?"

"Do I really have to spell it out fer ya?" Seeing you nod, Osamu sighed and pressed your face to his chest in order to hide his flustered cheeks. "I like ya, okay? I always pick on ya because I wanted yer attention. I didn't actually expect ya to fight back but ya did. That's why I was intrigued by ya, and if ya still like m-"

"Yes," you answered without even letting him finish. With your face still buried to his chest, you could hear his heartbeat picking up. You pulled away from the hug and looked up at him, you cheeks still slightly damp from crying.

"Yer not kiddin'?" Osamu asked as he stared at you, his hand reaching up to wipe your cheeks with his thumb.

"I'm not. I'm still a little hurt so you have to make it up to me, but my feelings? They're still here," you answered honestly.

A smile made its way to Osamu's lips upon hearing what you said. Pressing his forehead with yours, he tightened his arms around your waist to hold you closer. "Thank ya fer givin' me another chance, angel."

After making up and stealing kisses here and there, you and Osamu decided to cuddle on the couch, your back against his chest and his arm resting against your waist.

It safe to say that when Aran came back, the most sour expression made its way to his face. It hadn't even been two weeks when he witnessed you literally crying your eyes out and now, he comes back to you sleeping on the couch with the man that made you cry.

"Fuck my life," Aran muttered with a groan.

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[planetgutz]

all eyez on me

✶ content: creepy rook, stalking, non consensual touching, drugging ???, biting, blood, paranoia, no smut cuz i want to make a pt 2 so yeah

✶ pairings: dark!vampire!rook x reader

rook scared you. not in a slight uncomfortable feeling when he’s around way. a full body trembling terror when he was in your vicinity way. he was prone to staring at you for uncomfortably long periods of time. you constantly felt his eyes on you. you prayed the day would never come when he would finally strike, acting on the primal urges you knew he had, capturing you like the prey he hunted for sport.

you were alone. it was dark. you knew it was stupid to walk back to your dorm this late by yourself, but no was awake to come pick you up. the walk back to your dorm from the library wasn’t far, you’d done it before many times. the trek seemed to take even longer as every rustle of the leaves and snap of the occasional branch you stepped on startled you. the lights of the dorm building were finally coming into view when someone grabs your arm. you shriek, whipping your head around to see who it was.

your heart sinks.

rook smiles as you try to break yourself free from his grip. “l-let me go!” the sound of his laughter makes you sick to your stomach. he spins you around so your facing away from him again and wraps his arms around your waist. you hold your breath. rook leans close to your ear, hot breath fanning across the side of your face.

“oh petit lapin, why would i let you go?”

he runs his tongue over the expanse of your neck and you shudder. you freeze up completely when you feel his teeth graze your neck. “wait what the fuck are you doi-“ you can barely get the words out before you feel a sharp, excruciating pain in your neck. a scream escapes you and you claw at the arms around your waist, to no avail. it doesn’t take long for you stop struggling and go limp in rook’s arms.

your entire body feels hot. your mind is fuzzy. why were you even outside to begin with? you couldn’t seem to remember what you were doing before this moment. rook pulls away from your neck, licking over the fresh wound he made. “you seem out of it, petit lapin, let me take you back to your room, hm?” rook smiles when you just blink at him and nod dumbly. he lifts you up in his arms and starts to carry you back to the dorms. you’re so sleepy, you barely feel the blood running down the side of your neck.

you wake up in your dorm room the next morning with a jolt. you wince as your abrupt movement sends a truckload of pain throughout your body. before you can chalk this up to sleeping wrong, the memories of last night come flooding back to you. rook’s bright green eyes flash in your mind and your hand shakily rises to the side of your neck.

it’s almost as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you when you feel a large bandage covering the wounded side of your neck. when did that get there? you surely would remember trying to patch yourself up while in a complete daze, just imagine how difficult and messy that would be. your blood runs cold as you mull over another alternative. rook was here, in your room, while you were conscious. you pause.

and he could still be here.

you jump out of your bed, running into the bathroom inside your dorm room. you breathe a sigh of relief as you find your bathroom completely empty. your dorm wasn’t big so this was the only possible place for him to be. you almost laugh at the absurd notion that someone could have been hiding in your room. you turn to face the bathroom mirror, wanting to see the damage that bastard did to your neck. there’s a note taped right in the center of the mirror.

“i just cant wait to get another taste of you” was proudly scribbled on the paper with one of your glitter gel pens. it might have almost been endearing if you didn’t see his large signature on the corner of the page. you yell, frustrated beyond belief, and rip the paper off the mirror. you storm back out into your room, concluding that you’ve earned a day of recuperation.

little did you know, there was a pair of green eyes watching your every move from the window.

a/n: petit lapin means little bunny godbless google translate