#the tears I cried into my pillow the night after I made my first kill

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“Do you think you’ve attached to Dean so much because your father also was abusive, forced you to grow up too fast and take on a parent role, and taught you how to hunt at a young age?”

Do you think you’re not attached to your face because I’m going to smash it in if you keep asking me shit like that

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 20 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets the update he's been waiting for. You get something you weren't expecting. Neither of you can tell the other how you're feeling.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, romantic Bradley, 18+

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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You drove Bradley's Bronco back to his house, dragged yourself back inside, and climbed back in bed. You cried so hard when you watched him carry his duffle bag into the airport, you had painful hiccups for twenty minutes afterwards. Now you were emotionally drained and on the cusp of a headache, and this was only the first day.

With your cheek on Bradley's pillow, you pulled the covers over your head and took a few deep breaths. He didn't know much about his deployment, but the communication blackout was designed to keep you from learning anything. If something happened to him, it might be weeks before you heard about it. Your heart ached as you thought about how lonely he was going to feel after he made it a point to tell you how much he loved getting mail from your class last time.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and you scrambled to get it out.

About to take off. I love you, Gorgeous. I'll let you know when I land.

Well, you had about six hours to kill until you would hear from him again, which felt bad enough. Then seven full weeks after that. You typed back to him with fresh tears in your eyes, and then you tried to sleep, but the hiccups came back. When you moved to the couch, it felt too cold. You were tempted to call Natasha, but if you couldn't even make it a handful of hours without Bradley, you didn't think she would be able to help you.

It would start to get better. It would have to. When your winter break ended, you'd be back in your classroom with your students. You could dive into your lesson plans for the new year. You could focus on teaching. You could do this. Because if you found out the hard way that you couldn't, then you had no business being with Bradley.

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Bradley was given a tiny room in the barracks on base in Norfolk, and he spent the entire night talking to you on the phone. Literally six hours straight before he passed out, sound asleep, hanging halfway off the bed with his phone connected to the charger. One of the last things he remembered you saying was, "As soon as you know if it's San Diego or Norfolk, let me know. I love you."

The following morning, he was so exhausted, he was practically dizzy as he met with his commanding officer, Admiral Walker, for this new special deployment. Even his arm felt heavy as he saluted Walker in his office. It was barely seven o'clock which equated to four in the morning in San Diego, and he knew it would take him a few days to get caught back up on sleep at this point. But every second of talking to you was worth it.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw. Welcome back to the Atlantic Fleet," Walker told him, gesturing to the empty chair in the office. 

"Thank you, Sir," he replied, even though he was far less than thrilled to be back in Virginia at all. The prospect of a change of station could not have come at a worse time when he spent the flight from California looking at engagement rings on his phone.

As Bradley sat down, the older man said, "We never wanted to lose you to the Pacific in the first place, so I'm sure you can understand why you'll be staying on the east coast after your seven weeks on the Gerald R. Ford is complete."

His heart sank to his feet, and he felt like he was going to throw up. "Sir?" Bradley asked. "That's it? There's no chance of me returning to North Island?"

When the response he got was a raised eyebrow, Bradley pressed his lips into a line. This man wasn't going to give a shit that he owned a house in Coronado or that he was in love with the most beautiful woman in the world who happened to work in Mira Mesa. Something told him that keeping his mouth shut was the better option right now, even though he felt like punching a hole in the wall and flipping the desk.

Walker shuffled some papers on his desk. "Plans still need to be finalized, but it is our goal, and the goal of the US Navy, to change your station to Norfolk."

The words echoed in Bradley's mind. He couldn't decide if he should tell you about this yet. It wasn't like he had signed paperwork in his hand. Until he did, as far as he was concerned, he was going back to Top Gun and the love of his life. He knew you were stressed and concerned enough as it was, and he didn't want you to have to dwell on this unless it was finalized. 

"Once aboard the carrier, mission details will become available to you and the other aviators," Walker informed him. "I have a folder with your bunk assignment and some more information that you can take with you right now. You'll have access to your phone for about another hour, but as soon as you report to the carrier, it will need to be shut down and locked up. Are we clear, Lieutenant?"

Before Bradley could even respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. Walker heaved a weary sigh as his gaze left Bradley's face, and he barked, "Come in."

Of all the faces he knew from North Island, Bradley wasn't exactly sure if it was a friendly one, but when the door opened, Admiral Simpson came strolling inside in his service khakis. He couldn't fathom why his meeting was being interrupted by Cyclone, but he sat quietly with the folder in his hands. 

"Admiral Walker," Beau Cyclone greeted, voice as stern as ever. "You never returned my calls, and red eye flights the week of Christmas are not something I find endearing."

Walker stood behind his desk with all of his accolades hanging on the wall behind him, and Bradley jumped to his feet as well. "Admiral Simpson," Walker replied, voice dripping with disdain. "There was no need for you to fly out in person to release your pilot to my fleet."

Bradley could hear Cyclone's knuckles crack as he watched his eye twitch. He was somehow caught in the middle of this, but it looked like the Top Gun admiral was in no mood to be outmaneuvered and lose a member of his team. Bradley silently goaded him on while he stood there completely still.

"I'm not releasing anyone to you. That's not how this works," Cyclone barked. "If you can't manage your fleet, you don't get to poach from mine."

The admirals seemed to be in a competition to see whose face could get redder. "Admiral Simpson, I'm sure you'll find my rank alone is reason enough for-"

"You do not outrank me," Cyclone interrupted, voice loud but calm. Then he turned toward Bradley with his jaw clenched and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw. You are dismissed. Please board the USS Gerald R. Ford on time for your deployment."

"Yes, Sir," he replied, saluting both men before walking back out into the hallway on slightly unsteady legs. He paused, hoping to hear some more of their conversation or an outright blow up that would give him a clue as to what the fuck was going on, but instead he walked the rest of the way to the barracks to collect his duffle and head to the docks. 

With his phone in his hand once again and his bag slung over his shoulder, Bradley called you. He knew it was early and he'd be waking you up, but time was tight now. And your voice was the only thing that would keep him sane at the moment. 

"Bradley," you sighed a second later, and he pressed his phone tighter to his ear. 

"Baby, I miss you so much," he promised, heart aching. He swallowed hard and decided not to bring up anything that was going on since he didn't have a completely clear understanding of it himself. "I'm about to board the carrier."

He could hear you crying, and he wanted to kick himself. "Just come back safely. That's all I want. As long as you're safe, that's all that matters to me, okay?"

He was having a hard time keeping his own tears at bay. "Me, too. We'll figure out the rest of it later, Gorgeous. Take care of yourself. Write in the journal. And don't forget to check the mail."

"I love you, Bradley!"

"I love you so much."

As soon as he ended the call and turned off his phone, he had to walk through a small building for security screening. It was there that his bag and phone were taken from him. When he exited the other side, his duffle was handed back to him, but his phone was not.

"Sorry, Lieutenant," the petty officer told him with a shrug when he glared. "I'll tag it for you and return it when you get back to Norfolk. At least it's not a long deployment."

Bradley couldn't even argue with that. It wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things. He'd been overseas for a full twelve months at a time when he was younger. This should have felt like nothing, but he knew it would feel like the worst one. He hefted his bag higher on his shoulder and started to head for the bunk that would be his for the duration. There was no sense in standing on deck when there was nobody who would be looking for him to see him off.

He made it down two hallways before a loud voice echoed off the walls around him. "Lieutenant Bradshaw." When he turned, Admiral Simpson was heading his way, face so red it was almost purple. Bradley's heart sank.

"Yes, sir?"

The other man pulled his composure together, sighing like an angry bull. "While you will be under the command of Admiral Walker for this deployment, you will fly directly back to San Diego when you return to port in Norfolk. You'll be presented with the paperwork today."

Bradley's jaw dropped open. "I'm returning to the Pacific Fleet, Sir?"

He got one firm nod in response. "I told you last week that I would do what I could to retain you."

This was honestly the best case scenario, and Bradley could feel some of his tension melt away. "You weren't kidding," he mumbled before clearing his throat. "Thank you, Sir. Being in San Diego is important to me."

"Fly safely, Lieutenant. See you in seven weeks," Cyclone barked before turning on his heel and walking toward the ramp back down to the dock.

Bradley pumped his fist in the air. "Fuck, yeah," he whispered, spinning on the spot. He would get to go back to the station he preferred in North Island as well as his friends, but most importantly, he would get to return to you. There would be no stress of packing and moving and hoping you were still willing to come with him. He could stay in Coronado.

When he slid his hand into his pocket to get his phone out to call you back, he froze. "God damn it."

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If waiting for emails and letters was bad before, this was torture. The early days of getting to know Bradley through written notes left you with constant butterflies in your tummy, but now it felt like you were walking around with a lead weight instead. You constantly caught yourself reaching for your phone to text him before setting it back down in frustration. 

You hadn't heard from him since before he stepped onto the aircraft carrier, and that was four days ago. Today was New Year's Eve, and at least you had the wine bar with Natasha to look forward to. While you got dressed and ready to go, you couldn't help but put in just the bare minimum amount of effort. What was the point when your boyfriend wasn't even here to give you kisses along your neck and call you Gorgeous? You pouted at your reflection in the bathroom mirror and put the cap on your lip gloss before even using it.

"You look nice," Nat said as you climbed in the front seat of her car. You turned to look at her with one eyebrow raised.

"I'm wearing Bradley's old sweatshirt with a pair of leggings that are starting to get a hole in the crotch."

She started cackling as she pulled away from the curb. "Well, you still look nice."

"Thanks," you said softly, watching the houses go by. 

As Nat turned toward the highway to head up to Oceanside, she asked, "How are you making out?"

You pressed your lips together for a few seconds, trying to make sure you weren't going to cry. "I'm just having a hard time being off from work while he's gone. It's... harder than I thought it would be. I can't wait to return to my classroom in a few days."

"I'm sure that will make it easier," she agreed. "You'll be so busy, time will start to fly by. Oh, I forgot to ask if you got any interesting mail at Bradley's house since he left?"

You shook your head. "I barely remember to check the mailbox most days. Why?"

"Don't worry about it," she replied smoothly. "You'll be back to work in a few days, but in the meantime, we've got merlot and chardonnay to keep your mind occupied."

"Sounds like you're talking about two hot French men," you said with a laugh.

"I could be! You don't even know!"

Now both of you were laughing. And you were still laughing when you actually did order a glass of merlot and a glass of chardonnay. You and Nat enjoyed some wine flights and cheese platters, and she regaled you with stories about Bradley from flight school.

"When he was twenty-two, he probably weighed a hundred and twenty pounds," she said with a smirk. "He was such a nerd, too. God, it was so bad." You were trying to stifle your laughter as she added, "Once he really started working out and grew the mustache, he thought he was hot shit. He's still a fucking nerd."

"He kind of is," you agreed through your giggles.

"But he's a good one," she promised. "Wears his heart on his sleeve too often, but I don't think he has to worry about you breaking it."

You ran your hand along the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Never."

Once the two of you were filled with cheese and sober enough to get back in the car, you paid for your adventure with the gift card Bradley gave you, only to find out it had five hundred dollars on it.

"Natasha! We need to come back like four more times," you said as you signed the slip.

"I don't see any issue with that," she muttered, leaving cash for a tip. "I think I'll write Bradley an email and thank him for funding girls' day so he can read it when he gets back to Norfolk."

"I think he'd like that."

You started thinking about the journal sitting on the nightstand in his bedroom. Every night before you fell asleep, you'd been pouring your heart and thoughts out into the thing, but even the mention of the word Norfolk had you fretting again. You managed to keep up the conversation with Bradley's best friend as she drove you back to Coronado, but perhaps you should keep most of your things packed after you moved your stuff to his house. What if you had to move to Virginia when the school year ended?

"Thanks for driving," you told her when she pulled up to Bradley's driveway to let you out.

"Anytime," she said, waving you off. "We'll go back up again soon." When you leaned in to give her a hug, she told you, "Don't forget to check the mail."

"Okay."

You weren't sure exactly what her deal was since Bradley couldn't send you anything, but if she wanted you to, then you would. You already promised your boyfriend you'd keep an eye on anything unusual that arrived, so as you walked up to the front door, you took a peek inside the mailbox. Empty. Just like the house. You curled up on the couch with the journal and started to write your daily entry.

I heard from a very reliable source (Natasha) that you were and still are a nerd. I'm going to need to see some pre-stache photos of you when you get home. Your best friend is a wealth of information when you get some wine in her, and I had a great time with her today. 

But I miss you. So much. Sometimes it knocks the breath out of my lungs. Your house is too cold and quiet without you here, hogging the couch and eating snacks. I'm looking forward to school starting up in a few days. It'll be a little less lonely when I have eighteen kids telling me what they got for holiday gifts. Of course I'll have to tell them they won't get a visit from their favorite aviator for a while. We'll just be nineteen sad pen pals.

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On January second, you were working on your lesson plans while wearing Bradley's gym shorts and eating potato chips. Tomorrow you'd get back into a routine with work, but first you were going to allow yourself one last day of being kind of pitiful. You bit off more than you could chew with Bradley, and now you were paying the price. 

You sporadically started crying at random times throughout the day, and it was only made worse by the overwhelming feeling of being alone. If you could barely make it a week without hearing from him, how were you going to make random deployments with no communication your lifestyle? Why did you even think you could?

While you were crunching your way through some potato chips, you heard something thump on the front porch. The sound made you jump on the couch, and you set your snack down on the table and crept to the front door. When you peeked outside, there was nobody there, but when you cracked the door open, you saw a box. A fairly large box. Addressed to you.

"Oh my god," you gasped. It was from Bradley. According to the date stamped next to your name, he somehow sent a box from the post office in San Diego last week. "Oh my god!"

You grabbed it and kicked the door shut, almost tripping on your way back to the coffee table. When you tried to claw at the tape, you almost broke your nails. "Scissors," you shouted, running for the kitchen drawer by the sink where your boyfriend kept a random assortment of junk. Then you walked quickly back to the couch and started to cut into the box.

Natasha had to be behind the arrival of the box, but you couldn't fathom what could possibly be inside. If Bradley wanted you to have something, he could have simply given it to you before he left. Your heart was pounding as you set the scissors down and looked inside.

"Bradley," you gasped, tears filling your eyes as those familiar butterflies zoomed and swooped around in your belly. You'd been so upset about missing out on his letters, he sent you a whole box of them. There were dozens of envelopes and little treats filling the box nearly to the top, but a neon orange envelope with OPEN ME FIRST written on it caught your eye. You pulled it out of the box and tore into it.

Hey, Gorgeous,

I'm thinking about you right now. Guaranteed. It doesn't matter when you get this box or when you read this note, I'm thinking about how much I love you. And if I'm asleep, I'm dreaming about us eating Thai food on the beach in front of a sunset that is nowhere near as beautiful as you.

I hope you realize there was no way you weren't going to get some letters from me while I'm deployed. I would never let that happen. Somehow, you fell in love with me this way in the first place, and more than anything, I want you to feel as loved as I do. So I filled this box with little notes and long, rambling love letters and things I thought you might like. When you read the individual envelopes, you'll know what to do.

Please fill that journal up for me. I can't wait to read it in seven weeks. I'm missing you like crazy, and I selfishly hope you're missing me just as much. I love you.

Yours Truly,

Bradley

With shaking hands, you set the note down on the orange envelope and swiped at your tears. You never dreamed you would meet a man this romantic, but somehow you did, and he became your boyfriend. "Oh, Bradley," you whispered, picking up a stack of envelopes and reading what was written on each one.

Open me when you've had a bad day

Open me when you really want some coffee

Open me when you need a laugh

Open me when you're in bed

Open me when you need a girls' night

Open me with your class

You flopped down onto the couch and kicked your feet in the air. "Bradley!" you shrieked, voice breaking as you started to cry. You hugged the letters to your chest and let the warm feeling of being loved wash over you and fill your heart. He was unbelievable. He was perfect. He was everything you wanted. And somehow you loved him a little more and missed him a little less with this box on the coffee table.

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He's so romantic. He's taking care of Gorgeous from afar! He's coming home to San Diego, but she doesn't even know it! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls and @daggerspare-standingby

PART 21

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strawberry | Konig nsfw

| this one is a smut, but also angst. basically, Konig gets you to use your safe word for the very first time after being gone for a year in the German base. so, I hope you all enjoy :) |

warnings: rough sex, crying (not good kind) angst, aggressive konig, not edited, will be edited in the morning

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Konig was always gentle during sex. and it a hundred percent had to do with the fact he was literally twice your height and then some. yes he left hickeys, small small bruises on your hips from his grasp, left your legs a bit wobbly. but those were normal considering his size. and even when you reassured him you liked that, he would always apologize profusely, getting you anything you need for hours and hours after.

but tonight, he was a whole other man. he wasn't the same kind and giving Konig. and to an extent you liked the new dominance, the new aggression. it was hot.

until it wasn't.

Konig had been between your legs, fingering and eating you out for about an hour. he was hungry, and not for edible food. he was hungry for you. that sweet pussy of yours, your tight cunt gripping his fingers or dick. he missed it while he was back in Germany for some mission he had given you little information about. all you knew was he was in the middle of Germany, killing potential threats.

already you had came 4 times (that he allowed). he was so pussy drunk, he hadn't realized the tears that brimmed those pretty eyes. in fact, his eyes were closed, his lower half grinding into the bed. you were sure he had already came in his pants at least twice at this point. he would occasionally whimper into you pussy, his hips moving faster against the bed. " fuck ive missed this pussy maus.. you dont even understand." he said into your drenched cunt. a mix of saliva and cum ran down your legs, a big puddle underneath the both of you.

"k-konig can we.. take a break please." you cried from above, your legs shaking despite his mouth simply on your thighs, leaving more and more marks. he nipped at the soft flesh of yours after those words came out, a low growl leaving his lips. " how dare you ask such a question?" he rose, pulling his pants down. and you were right.

his dick was layered in his cum, more of it dripping out from the tip. he was so agonizingly hard, he couldnt bare to fuck into the bed anymore. he needed what he dreamt of every night since leaving. and he needed it now. "imma fuck my babies into you liebling.. make you swollen with them." he said, almost to himself, as he grabbed the base of him, looking down at your pussy.

as much as you wanted him to rearrange your guts, you were drained. he had made you so overstimulated, you could barely form thoughts. it was hard trying to even raise your head from the pillow. but he didnt care. he hadn't realized it before, but as much as he does want to cherish your body like its a rare piece of art from olden times, worth millions of dollars, he loved seeing you fucked out just as much. he loved seeing how he had complete control over your body and there was nothing you could do. it sparked a whole new person in him, one that you were quickly growing scared of.

before you could process his tip sliding slowly into you with ease, his hips were already slamming into yours, his balls hitting your cum soaked ass with so much force, the sound filled the room. your hands clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, your eyes squeezing shut. " you look so fucking pretty maus.. so fucking pretty. all fucked out like this.. shit~" he groaned, his eyes watching your face twist in what he believed was pleasure.

and for a bit it was. until he raised your leg all the way up, leaving the other down. your leg fell over his shoulder and your arms flopped to your side. he was hitting directly at your cervix and it hurt. but he was in so much pleasure. his head fell back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his lips spitting out dirty phrases in both English and German.

and of course, being away from sex for a year, Konig was beyond sensitive. he came for the first time within the first few thrusts, his head falling into your bruised breasts, whimpering out how good it feels. but that didnt stop him. he kept going.

his hand found its way to your throat, gripping it unintentionally hard. with the mix of tears and now the shortness of breath, it was all a lot on your body physically. Konig had gotten to carried away inside your pussy, the way it sucked him back in. "fuck maus.. your s-so wet.. im close again~" he whimpered, his lips latching to your breasts to find space to mark it yet again.

at this point you were literally going in and out of vision. his grip on you grew tighter as he released yet another load into you. you too felt your pussy leaking, unaware of the knot that was in your stomach. you were feeling too many things at once that you ended up going completely numb. you whimpered below him, trying to find anything to get him to realize that you needed a break. but the tears that fell from your eyes only made him wanna fuck you more.

he slid out, watching the mixture of cum literally pour out of you. your thighs were soaked and red from the constant biting and nibbling a few moments ago. your face was red as well from the lack of oxygen. he let go of your neck, licking his lips as if he was deciding what to do with you next. all he knew, was that he wanted to keep fucking you.

he grabbed your legs and pressed them together and into your chest. immediately you felt his dick slide right in, going at his fast pace yet again. "k-konig please- I-i cant" you managed to choke out, your head hitting the bed frame with each thrust he gave you. this was when the fun for you ended. it only made him more and more horny, seeing you tap out so soon after he began to fuck you.

the look in his eyes was not the same look when he came home, a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand as he ran up to you, lifting you off the ground and placing kisses all over your face. no. this look was dangerous. it was almost like it was the same look he had on the battle field.

his hand went back to your throat, his head tilting to the side slightly. "shut up a-and fucking.. take it. I know.. you missed this a-as much as me." he growled, moving his hips only faster and deeper. but you couldnt take it. you truly couldnt take it.

by the time you felt your 6th orgasm approaching, you began to see white light in the corners of your eyes, and you knew you were truly at your limit. "s-strawberry" you tried to say as loud as you could. but the sounds of your cunt and konigs whimpers, he couldnt hear you. his thrusts kept going until you felt him release inside you again, his grip on your throat enough to snap your throat. and at that same time, what you though was impossible happened. you had the most painful orgasm ever, your body feeling like it was going to shut down entirely. it was like you had nothing else to give.

""fuck libeling.. gimme one more.. be a good girl." he whispered breathlessly, his hips beginning to once again, move. this time slower but still deep. but you physically couldn't take it.

once you felt yourself begin to doze off from the lack of oxygen and overstimulation, you were finally able to coherently and loudly say, 'strawberry'.

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you woke up about a half hour later, your throat sore and body just as sore. you tried to turn but your legs gave you a painful sign to stay put. thats when it all came back what had happened. of course, it made tears well up in your eyes. you'd just seen a side of Konig you never thought you'd see. a side of him he kept hidden from you.

you stayed completely still, looking into nothing until you heard sniffles coming from the floor behind you. of course, you tried to move but it hurt. but eventually you were able to turn to your side, a few pained moans leaving you every now and then. thats when your eyes landed on Konig sitting on the floor, head in his hands as tears seeped through his fingers.

"Konig?" you said, wincing right after. but he didnt look up. he kept his head in his hands, his chest rising and falling quick. and you knew what this was. you'd been with him for so long, you knew exactly what he was going through based off his body. but as much as you wanted to help him, you genuinely couldnt feel your legs. "please come here.. I cant get up. let me hold you." you said, reaching your hand out. but still, nothing.

you felt a pain in your chest watching him like this, unable to do anything. you wanted to help him, reassure him that everything is okay. but words only do so much for him, he needed you to physically show him everything was okay. "Konig please I-" "I h-hurt you. im s-so s-sorry." he spoke out, hyperventilating throughout all. he began to rock on the floor, crying harder into his hands.

hearing him cry, it made you want to cry with him. especially since, you couldnt do anything but try and talk to him. "Konig please." you tried reasoning with him. but he couldnt get himself off the floor. thats when you decided to drag yourself off the bed, no matter how much pain you felt. you knew that yes you needed help too, but you weren't gonna get any if your help was having a panic attack.

once you got to the end of the bed, you crawled off of it slowly, your hands hitting the ground first, legs second. you groaned at the light impact, but still dragged yourself over to Konig. he was shaking when you got to him, his cries not stopping, even when you rested your hand on his foot. "Konig please stop crying.. look im okay. im alive." "but you almost weren't." he was looking up now. seeing his red puffy eyes broke your heart. and seeing you, looking lifeless and not responding to him made him even more worried for you than you were for him. the only thing that kept him going was your pulse, and barely that.

"I-i almost k..killed-" he couldnt finish his sentence before sobbing into his hands again, shaking his head. your head dropped, you didnt know what to say. you'd never experienced this issue with Konig, with anyone before. you'd never had to use your safe word and you never expected to. "Konig.. can you look at me?" you finally spoke, your voice stern.

he looked up at you, wiping his eyes. " it was an experience, okay? yes it was scary and yes it could've gone wrong. but it was a could've situation, not a did happen situation. as much as I want to help you feel better, I cant do that if I cant see you, and talk to you like I am now." your hand took his, squeezing gently. he sniffled and nodded, looking straight into you. " right now, I need help too. so lets help each other feel better." you said, smiling softly at him.

he looked down at your neck, some of the hickies leaving behind dried blood or bite marks. some even both. his heart dropped as he ran his eyes down your body again, the thsirt he put on you the second he realized you had passed out, barely covering the similar marks on your thighs. "im.. im so sorry maus.." he whispered, shaking his head.

you smiled and grabbed his face, leaning in as slow as you could as to not hurt yourself, leaving small kisses on his cheek. " I love you Konig, okay? you got a bit carried away. you've been gone a year. its normal. unexpected, but I understand. just please, next time-" "ill treat you like your made of glass libeling." he finished, grabbing your face.

Konig knew deep down, he'd never forgive himself for this. for putting you in danger like that, for turning into the man he was on the battlefield. he'd never forgive himself, no matter how many times you told him it was okay. it wasn't. and he felt worse about being the one on the floor crying instead of showering you in love.

he stood, grabbing you with such ease into his arms, flipping you bridal style. you clung to his neck, smiling at him. "lets go give you a bath, ill order your favorite food. or I can cook. then we can watch that show you've been watching. we can do anything you want maus.. I love you." he said, walking towards the connected bathroom.

and you both did just that. the rest of the night you stayed in, cuddling and watching your favorite shows. as bedtime grew closer for you both, he began to clean the marks along your body, kissing each one and apologizing after them all. he felt so bad, and he was willing to go above and beyond, and even then some, to make you feel like the beautiful princess you were.

[arcielee]

A love that burns.

Summary: Aemond is a man obsessed and you are the object of his unwavering devotion. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1037 Warnings: Canon book Aemond, manipulation?, sexual themes, oral (female receiving), p in v, absolute depravity and murder. Author’s Note: This is a reader insert, but with the third person perspective, it is a bit Alys-coded kind of? (I rewrote one of her lines in F&B) A big thank you to @bhxrdy and @itbmojojoejo helping me fix some mistakes and for helping me choose the title 💜🦝 This story is dedicated to the wonderful, the talented @aegonx who gave me prompt #371 by @creativepromptsforwriting. She also made my nifty banner for my blog, so I owe her everything. I am always happy to attempt any requests, I just cannot promise a timely fashion, as it is more whenever the muse strikes. Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @girlwith-thepearlearring @hb8301 @lovelykhaleesiii @darylandbethfanforever9

He was a dragon incarnate with the blood of Old Valyria knitted within the ichor that coursed through his veins. Aemond was proud, tall and lithe, his broad shoulders held back despite the burdened weight of his reputation that preceded him��Aemond the One-Eye, Aemond the Kinslayer, but those utterances only rolled like rain against the scales of Vhagar; he was unbothered, unharried, especially now his role within the kingdom elated with the title Prince Regent, and with it the Conqueror’s Crown to wear. 

The metal and rubies held a weight that now grounded him, reminding him of his purpose, and he went to reclaim Harrenhal with the intent of killing every Strong bastard. 

Here is where he had found her, an eerie calm amongst the chaos, silent despite the cries of mercy as each person was brought to the courtyard and slain. She had watched, unblinking, with an expression that was akin to when Aemond had watched his nuncle take the head of Vaemond Velaryon in the Throne Room a year prior; it had been a moment that kindled a bloodlust that thrummed beneath his skin, a vengeance that could not be forgotten. 

That night, when she was brought to his quarters, she greeted him like an old lover, a sweet kiss pressed to his lips, her soft murmur, “I have been waiting for you, my prince.” 

She came from a noble house without the wealth of Westeros, but revered still and old, old enough to carry the blood of the First Men and its mystical properties. She had followed her sister to Harrenhal when she was chosen to be the next wife for Ser Simon Strong.

Both were now dead and she did not seem to care. 

“Then why did you choose to accompany your sister?” Aemond had asked her after; it was that intimate exchange shared in their bared embrace, nestled on sex soaked linens with her plush thighs serving as a pillow.

Her fingers thread through his silver hair. “The Isle of Faces,” and she smiled, as if she were stating the obvious; she leaned forward to give a chaste kiss to his lips. “I came to listen to the whispers of the weirwoods.” 

Behind closed doors he was intoxicated by her proximity, with an unbridled lust that replaced the blood in his veins, as if she were the very embodiment of his siren call. They fell into one another, and he felt something that burned within him, something that perhaps was always there and only now  ignited by her soft touch, by her gentle pull that brought him flushed against her chest. 

Aemond would worship her through the night, drinking her very essence until the brim of her overstimulation, until he saw her lashes clumped together from her unshed tears, and only then would he shift his weight between her thighs, flushed and slick from her peaks. 

He would move to press his heady cock, heavy and wanting, against her silken folds, and despite their many nights together, she would still feel split open, aware of the ridges and the veins of his thick member as he sheathed within. Her soft gasps came in response to his thrusts that would begin again the crests of ravishment that warmed her blood; and he would not stop his pace until she was a mewling mess, until the lewd sounds of skin to skin mixed with her cries of release, until his name was a repeated reverent prayer that spilled from her lips. 

Aemond hummed her praises, his hot exhale against the curve of her neck. “The gods made you for me alone,” he would breathe against her lips and they would part in a silent cry, her skin pebbling with pleasure. “You were made to take my cock, and you do so well.” 

His words brought her to the precipice and when she felt his hot pulse within her velvet walls, her own clenched in response to chase another climax with boneless ambition, with a sobbed release as the air tore from her lungs but she was breathless to reclaim. Only then would they curl into each other’s arms, their skin aglow with the intimacy shared, with the soft murmurs and quiet exchanges of lovers in their post-coital haze.

“I will have your son,” she promised him. “I can already feel the flames warming my womb.” 

She was always at his side, devoted, everpresent, with a severe gaze that served as a balm for the Prince Regent in the most twisted way. They called her his Blood Queen as she seemed to encourage a sadism that pulsed beneath, speaking that the gods knew what had to be done and that he was the vessel of their actions, always encouraging him to listen to the beckon of the blood of Old Valyria. 

Aemond became a man obsessed and she fed into his depravity; she spoke with such conviction and he believed her every word, her every prophecy. When she would take a boat across the waters, he would remain on the shore pacing like an animal caged, while Vhagar roared overhead, the wind beneath her wings causing turbulent waves that crashed against the lakeside. 

She returned as her namesake with blood that covered her hands and her dress; she would whisper what she saw to him alone, of what was to come and what needed to be done. On one such day, she spoke of the betrayal in the Riverlands, of those who had chosen to ally with the Blacks and their false queen. 

Aemond called for Vhagar and they climbed aback; she was knitted against his backside with her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, and she could feel his rumbled command, “Dracarys,” to rain fire below them, scorching the very earth. She hummed her contentment, the scent of sandalwood and smoke, a scent that intimately belonged to the Prince Regent. 

Her arms curled around his slim waist and he looked down to see her small hand pressed against his chest. Though the histories would recall all the ugly things they had done, in this moment, as his palm reached to cover hers, all he thought was how their entwined fingers were so beautiful together. 

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[ohsweetiep1e]

Oh Darlin - James Hetfield X Reader

WARNINGS ~ ~ 16+ nsfw content ahead ~ Sub James Hetfield ~ HandJob ~ Fem Reader ~ crying ~ overstimulation ~ this is kinda cringe ~ thats all I can think of but if you think something else should be added tell me

1984 James Hetfield

It was a very cold night, perhaps that's why your boyfriend insisted on clinging to your side. His hands which were calloused from many years of playing guitar clung to your hips, as you attempted to put new sheets on the bed a considerably hard task with someone gripping your waist.

His grip only tightend when you attempted to move his hands. The action being met with a soft grunt from him. “Let me go” You exclaimed trying to pull free from his tight grip.

You felt his smile press into your neck followed by a sloppy little kiss and a whiny complaint. "You"ve been cleaning all day." James was the type of lover to constantly crave every ounce of attention and affection that you had to give.

"Unfourtantly I had to get that done before you have your party tommorow."

"And now your done so love mee." He was acting like a neglected puppy and as cute as it was putting sheets on a bed is a rough chore when someone is clutching onto you. In a quick effort to outsmart him and frankly just to be done with his antics, you let go of the soft grey sheet corner. Turning to face your long haired boyfriend you flipped the both of you around and pushed him down gently on the bed.

Kissing him abruptly hard and fast, the kind of kiss that was sure to make him want for more. He always wanted more of you that was something that was made clear from the first time you'd kissed him. His hands tangled in your hair and shoved you impossibly closer.

At this point your thighs were gently draped over his, chests touching. Every kiss held more passion and firey desire. James' hands now roamed over your bra, you could feel his desperation through each kiss. A film of sweat began to apparate on his forehead heat building up between your bodies.

A yearning look in his eye as he pulled away from your lips, peeling his black tshirt from the frame of his body. You took this as an oppurtunity to have your fingers roam over his nipples with a feather light touch. Causing a breathy sigh to escape the man the beneath.

Rough calloused fingers unhooked the bra that was clad on your body, the now bare skin being grabbed and held like someone's life depended on it.

"Such a needy little thing." Your voice deepend as your hands began to reach the elastic waistband of his boxers. Nimbly palming over his raging boner. "Awww how cute."

"Please, I'm dying." His voice was shaky as you expertly teased his tip through the light blue shorts that held him, a small wet patch forming.

"Oh darlin, what are you begging for?" Now you lowered the cotton fabric down his thighs.

"That.. oh god.. please that." Ecstacy faded over the blondes face as you started lesiurly pumping his dick, shamelessly using his precum as lube.

He buried his face into the pillow of the bed that never ended up getting made. Mumbling incoherent babbles. "Awww speak up Jamie be a good boy."

Face peaking out of the pillow to look at you with tears pooling in those big beautiful eyes that you loved so much. He moaned and his hips bucked up, you knew he was close but he knew he couldn't cum without your permission.

Being submissve in your relationship was a freeing but ego killing task for him, after all he was the front man of a succesful metal band and oh how you loved to tease him for it. "The big bad leader of Metallica on his knees looking so pretty." Only ever left your mouth once but those words played in his head on loop.

"Please." His hips pushed up bucking into your hand as he whined and cried. "Can I cum please." His body was shaking, thighs trembling as you worked his dick at a quick pace. Thumb rubbing over his slit with each stroke.

"aww my good boy. Of course." And that he did hot ropes of white liquid coated his stomach. His moans grew louder and his body quivered as your hand kept going well after his orgasm.

"What?." He let out a sweet whine. "what are you doing?.. Ahhh"

Your hands kept working along his pretty pink tip, purposefully overstimulating your lover. "Oh darling, were only just getting started."

[nomoreusername]

It's Not Goodbye

Pairing:Newt x gender neutral reader

Summary:After finding out you're not immune, you are ready to get rid of yourself only to be caught by Newt.

It was okay at first. I felt no different than I always did. I was a bit sore from the Cranks, but it didn't matter. I had saved Newt from the one that tried to kill him, and that's what matters. Nobody ever died from a bite when they're immune.

Unfortunately, they do if they're not. It turns out I was one of the unlucky suckers capable of turning into those things.

At first, I didn't even notice it. There was a lot of pain in my ankle, but it wasn't bad enough to say anything. I thought I was just irritable because I was hot and tired. That's a reasonable explanation.

Then, I noticed something. Black veins started growing from the bite. That's when it finally kicked in. I wasn't immune. Now I have two options. I could kill myself or spend my life as one of those things. The choice is obvious.

I didn't tell anybody. I just didn't have enough energy. Apparently, the flare gives you enough energy to harshly shove your friend to the ground though. Minho ended up with bloody elbows after that. I went full force. All eyes turned to me, and it was obvious that everyone was pretty pissed off that I would do that. Everyone ignored me for the rest of the day.

As night fell I thought about it. My last day with them was spent with me holding back tears. I hurt my friend without thinking about it. I was dangerous which meant I had to leave. It was now or never.

Unfortunately, the only gun was in Newt's bag. I cautiously kneeled next to him. Since he was using it as a pillow I used my hand to support his head. By some miracle he didn't wake up, and I had the gun in my hands.

That's when it went wrong. Newt woke up, and in my fear I dropped him and ran. He was quickly startled awake. He looked in the bag and noticed the missing gun. By then I was already out of sight.

I put the gun against my head as my breathing grew heavy. I sucked in as much air as possible and closed my eyes. Then, I went to pull the trigger.

"No!"Newt yelled, snatching it from my hand. I quickly pulled him down and held him to the ground. He groaned in pain, and I realized just how evil I was becoming.

"I'm sorry Newt, but I have to do this. Just give it to me,"I pleaded.

"No. You're not doing this,"He argued, keeping it close to him. I knew it could go off so I took it from his hands. Before I could do anything he knocked it away, and the last bullet was set off.

"No! What have you done?! What did you do?!"I cried, rushing towards it. I did everything to click it over and over as if I could set it off. Nothing happened.

"Why would you do this? How could you do this to me?"I sobbed, burying my face in my hands. By now the others had woken up and came over to see what was happening. I'm sure it was a terrible sight. I was crying while holding a gun, and Newt was frozen in shock.

"You killed me. You killed me in the worst way possible,"I sobbed, biting my lip to hold back my screams. I heard my friends run to my side to figure out what was happening.

"I couldn't let you-"

"I'm infected. Why do you think I've been so angry lately? It's already happening. I'm losing my mind, and you just made it go on,"I explained, my throat sore from the sobbing.

A heavy silence filled the air. I pulled my pant legs to reveal the way veins were growing so it would sink in.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,"Newt uttered, wrapping his arms around me. I just sat there and let him hold me.

"I need another way. I can't live like this."

"What if we can find some way to help? Maybe we could slow it down until we get there,"Teresa spoke up. I sadly shook my head.

"You all saw what I did to Minho. I just did it to Newt. I'd rather die as I am than being hated."

"We don't hate you,"Thomas whispered.

"Not yet. Please, help me. Let me do something. Anything,"I begged. By now even the wind seemed to stop making any noise.

"I found a knife in the mall. It's the only thing I have. I don't think anyone has anything else"Newt whispered.

"It sounds better than being beaten by Aris's bat,"I attempted to joke, giving a sad smile. I was more than thankful when he did his best to return it though it looked like a grimace.

"I'll go get it now,"He said quietly. I nodded my head as he walked away.

As he did my friends, new and old, kneeled beside me. I let them hug me, knowing it would be the last time. By now several tears from them were falling. I didn't have it in me to do that. All I knew was that I would die still being loved. That was enough.

"I'm sorry,"Minho whispered. I just sadly shook my head.

"I think I'd be just as bad if something like that happened to me,"I assured him. Before he could say anything else Newt was back with a tear streaked face.

Everyone moved as he sat beside me. He was trembling as placed the knife in my hand.

"I guess this is goodbye,"He uttered. I shook my head no.

"I don't believe in goodbyes. I'll see you later,"I corrected him.

"Okay. I'll see you later,"He repeated, placing one last kiss on my lips. It was the slowest one we ever had because it was going to be our last for a long time. Eventually, we had to pull apart.

More tears ran down his face which I wiped away. He leaned into my touch.

"I need you to go back to the campsite. Don't turn back tomorrow. Go forward so you don't have to see me like that. Can you do that for me?"I asked.

"I will. I love you Y/N."

"I know. I love you too. Now this is the part where we walk hand in hand."

"And after that?"

"One last kiss, one last I love you, and whatever comes in the next life."

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @mikey-stardust-way

warnings: swearing, blood

I frowned as the boardwalk started shutting down around me. Looking over the beach one last time, I turned back towards the boardwalk. My eyes scanned the faces as they passed me. I kicked the front wheel of my bike when I got to it. Climbing on, I started it and rode home.

“and I’m alone for the night.” I sighed as I read the note left on the door. “Great. Just great.” I unlocked the door and headed in. Leather jacket and boots left by the couch as I headed to my room.

I face planted on my bed as I sighed. Awkwardly shimming, I managed to get my pants off and thrown haphazardly in the corner of my room. I had left my window open before I left and there was a chill in the room. I groaned into my pillow as I felt tears prick my eyes. Just because David had stood me up did not mean I had to cry about it.

“(Y/N)?” I jumped up, surprised and scared at the familiar voice at my window. I looked over and saw David sitting on my window sill.

“how the fuck did you get up here?” I exclaimed. “And why do you have blood on you?” David looked down at him hands and smiled at me. “What the fuck?!” I screamed.

“(Y/N)! Please don’t!” David said as I scrambled back from him.

“whatever you do please at least let me die with pants on.” I cried, tears pricking my eyes in fear. “Even though I don’t want to die. I’ll give you whatever you want just please leave me alone. Don’t kill me.” I scrambled to get my pants back on and quickly made a cross with my fingers. David raised his eyebrows at me before looking away.

“you know that doesn’t work.” He said finally. David looked back at me, fangs having disappeared and slowly climbing into my room. He stayed by the window and made slow movements. “But I won’t kill you. I’m not here for that. Although in hindsight sight I should have cleaned up before rushing after you.”

“ya think?” I said, slowly lowering my hands. “Then why did you come here?”

“I…I missed our date.” David murmured. “I went to where you normally park and…” he sighed before running a hand through his hair. “You weren’t there. So I came here.” David leaned against the window sill. “I thought I’d surprise you. That you’d be happy to see me.”

“if you were a bloodsucking vampire i think I’d be more happy to see you.” I shot back. David nodded.

“so that’s it…” he nodded slowly. “I guess…I’ll see you around…” David moved to climb back through the window.

“so you aren’t going to kill me?” I asked as he ducked down. “You’re just going to sit here and talk?”

“if that’s alright.” David said, looking at me in surprise. “I never wanted to kill you. I’ve loved you since I saw you for the first time. I’d give up immortality for you.”

"Why? I mean its immortality." I said, furrowing my eyebrows. "Never die. Live a thousand lifetimes. Why give that up for me?" David smiled at me.

"Why wouldn't I? I love you. And even if you don't want to see me again because of this, well..." David shrugged. "I'll still love you. I'll still watch over you." We were quiet for a minute before I slowly walked over to my bed. Sitting down on it, I eyed him as he settled more against the window sill.

"Haven't said that before." I said. David nodded.

"I know." He said. "But I do."

"Good." I said, playing with my fingers. "Because I love you too." David smiled softly at me.

"So does that mean we're still good?" He asked finally. I nodded.

"As long as you don't try to kill me or drink my blood yeah." I confirmed. David smiled again as he pushed off the window sill.

"I can promise I won't." He said, taking my hand in his as he sat down next to me. "I can't promise the fangs won't come out though." "Why not?" I asked. David smirked at me.

"Do you know how many times I've had to hold back when I've buried my face in your neck when we..." I started laughing, leaning on David as he smiled at me. "Yeah. The fangs come out and I swear to all things good it is so fucking hard to restrain myself. Everything just goes out the damn window." David relaxed as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"David, promise me one thing." I said, looking up at him.

"Anything." He swore.

"If you do happen to bite me, don't do it anywhere anyone can see. And don't drink my blood." I said. David kissed my forehead.

"I will do my best." He promised.

[haddonfieldwhore]

haunted - ethan landry

ethan landry x reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

warnings: angst, death, mentions of blood, reader visits ethan’s grave, lots of dialogue (one sided obviously), it’s kinda short

a chill had begun to creep up you spine, raising the little hairs on your arms as the sun moved behind a cloud, moving lower and lower in the sky. you weren’t sure how long had you been sitting there in front of ethan’s grave; an hour- maybe two. you sighed as you pulled your jacket from underneath you and slid it over your arms, holding it closed around you. the cool grass that you sat cross legged on felt damp on the seat of your pants, and you absentmindedly plucked at the blades of grass by your feet. you pulled your gaze from the ground, and looked at the cold stone in front of you. you ran your fingers against the engraving, feeling the rough texture under you hand.

it was the first time you had worked up the courage to go see him, and it was like every emotion you had been trying to deal with since he died was washing over you at once. as a matter of fact, you were the first and only person to visit his grave, and you looked to your left to see his father, mother, and sister, quinn, buried next to him.

“i don’t know if it’s weird to talk to you.” you mumbled, after having sat in silence until now. “maybe it’s weird that i’m even here… after everything.” you thought back to everything ethan had done, how many people him and his family had hurt; how he had hurt you. that night in the apartment, how terrified you and your friends had been, and how you still had nightmares about anikas death…how when you closed your eyes you could still see all the blood.

“i…i hate you,” you stuttered, the words catching in your throat as your eyes began to fill with tears. “i hate you for what you did.” you wiped tears from your face, taking a deep breath.

“and i hate that you left me all alone,” you cried. “i hate that its been three months and i still wake up and reach for you next to me; or i wait for your name to pop up on my phone. i hate that i look for you everywhere - no one sits at your table in econ.” you continued.

“i couldn’t sleep one night and snuck into your dorm room; your pillow still smells like your cologne. chad doesn’t live there anymore, he moved in with sam, tara, and mindy. they would kill me if they knew i was here,” you said, and then laughed sadly. “maybe a poor choice of words.” you admitted.

“sam keeps trying to talk to me; she says she understands what i’m going through. i guess in a way she does. i can’t though, not after you tried to kill her. and especially not after i realized a part of me still loved you - even after that.”

“all of your things are exactly where you left them- the school keeps telling me i have to clean your dorm out but i can’t do it. the semester is over soon though, so i guess i’ll have to or they’re gonna throw everything out.” you looked down at your lap. reaching into your bag, you pulled out a plaid shirt you had stolen from ethan’s dresser.

“i- i took a few of your things from your closet,” you admitted. “i don’t know, having a piece of you with me makes it… easier; like you’re not really gone.” you sighed. “why did you have to do this, ethan? what happened to the sweet boy i met a year ago when i moved to new york? what about the plans we made?” you were angry now, and pounded your fist against the granite of the headstone, scratching up your hand in the process but you didn’t care. “how could you do this… to your friends.. to me?” you asked, trying to stop the tears as you stared up at the darkening sky.

“i shouldn’t miss you, you don’t deserve it,” you sniffled. “but i can’t help it. because no matter what you did… somewhere deep down, you were still the boy i loved. i think that’s the worst part you know, because i really did love you. i guess i’ll never know if you really loved me, or if that was just a part of your plan too.” you shook your head.

“i think you must have though- i don’t think you’re that good of an actor,” you laughed, your hands fiddling with the “E” necklace ethan had given you for your 6 month anniversary. you couldn’t bring yourself to take it off, careful to keep it tucked under your shirt around your friends.

“how am i supposed to move on from this? from you?” you pleaded. “you promised me; you told me you would never hurt me.” you looked at the time on your phone, a picture of you and ethan still your phone background that you hadn’t gotten around to changing.

“i’m gonna be late for econ. you’re missing the exam, by the way. we were supposed to study together.” you said, dusting yourself off and putting your bag over your shoulder as you stood up. adjust the flowers you had brought, you watched the petals move slightly in the wind as the blooms lay against the dark stone.

“maybe i’ll be back,” you whispered. “or maybe i’ll move on and forget all about you.” you sighed.

“but i doubt it.”

[shady-lemur]

here’s a part 2 to abby and the red bikini! it’s a little bit rushed but i wanted to get it done before my classes and work consume me. thank you for the love on the last part! it always makes me nervous making smut 😓😓

first part

it’s been a week since that night with abby. you haven’t been able to look your boyfriend in the eye, let alone have any form of intimacy. you haven’t fucked, cuddled, kissed, hugged, or held hands and you knew it was killing manny. he thought it was something he did.

but tonight he asked you to come out with him to a few bars, so here you were. you’re sitting awkwardly in a sit at a high top table with manny, owen, and abby… of course they’re here.

you keep looking at abby, trying to wordlessly tell her “hey!! ever since i had sex with you i can’t even look at my boyfriend and everytime i look at you my face heats up and i can’t be this anymore!!” but she refused to meet your eyes. you didn’t fail to notice how good she looked, a loose black tee with a cargo skirt and her black combat boots. of course her hair was in a braid and she had neat black eyeliner pulled out into wings.

you nervously nurse your drink as they converse about the baseball game on the bar tv. how the fuck could abby be so calm and collected about everything?? after a few more minutes of trying to get her attention you pull your phone out.

(you pink, abby purple.)

we need to talk!!!!!!

What’s there to talk about?

omfg

maybe you’re okay just lying to yourself and everyone around you but i’m not. i can’t do that to manny.

You can’t tell Manny. He’ll never talk to either of us again.

that’s so fucking selfish abby.

we fucked up. and what abt owen? are you okay just acting like you didn’t have sex with someone else?

Yep.

jesus fucking christ.

i can’t believe i messed everything up with manny for u. you’re a fucking coward and a terrible friend.

you turn your phone on silent and put it back in your pocket. your face is heated with anger. abby finally looks at you but it’s a new expression. she’s upset and fucking angry, and it’s all directed at you. you roll your eyes at her scowl and turn to manny, tapping his shoulder. he turns around with a slightly worried expression on his face.

“sorry babe. i’m gonna go home i think.. my stomach hurts super bad and i’m started to get a headache.”

he puts his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature and nods. “let me drive you home.. it feels like you’re heating up and-“

“i’ll just uber. have a goodnight with your friends and i’ll text you when i get home.” you have to physically force yourself to kiss his temple and wave at the other two at the table before grabbing your bag and basically running out of the bar. you order an uber and sit at one of the benches near by until the car pulls up in front of you to take you home.

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last night when you got home from the bar you cried a little bit, drank a lot, and crashed on your couch. this morning you’re regretting every decision you’ve ever made. you couldn’t keep lying to manny like this. you were making yourself sick. and the thought of abby being completely fine keeping this a secret even more sick.

so you decide to call the only other person who knows other than you and abby.

“dee!! i need help.. can you talk?” you basically yell through the phone right when dina answers your facetime.

“what’s up baby? i have like 20 minutes before i need to go pick jj up.” concern is written all over her face as she takes in your hungover tear stained face. you can tell she’s meal prepping.

“last night i saw abby again and she seriously wants to just act like nothing ever happened. like she doesn’t want to tell manny.”

dina frowns at the camera. “y/nn! you know you have to tell him. you fuck up and the only way to get some peace with the situation is to talk to him.” you buried your head into your pillow and shake it. “i’m so stupid!!!!!!”

dina nods as she cuts carrots into jj bite sizes.

“but abby’s stupider. at least tell manny that you cheated, you don’t even have to mention abby.”

you look at the phone and nod. “yeah.. you’re right. i’ll talk to him.”

“mkay babe. i love you, even if your stupid!”

you blow her a kiss before hanging up and texting manny to ask to meet up.

less than 15 minutes later you’re sitting at a table in a cafe waiting for your boyfriend.

“hey.” you hear him as he pulls up a chair across from you and smiles. you give him a sad smile and hand him his coffee order. “thank you love.” you must’ve cringed at the nickname.. you used to love when he called you that.

“manny.. i have to tell you something.” his face slightly drops at your words. he motions for you to go on.

“shit.. a couple nights ago i had sex with someone else.. i’m so fucking sorry.” you feel the tears forming when you look at manny’s disappointed face. he looks like he’s about to start to cry too.

“fuck, y/n”

you look at him. “i love you manny. i never didn’t love you. i never deserved you though. you should be with someone better.”

“i do. i don’t think i can do this anymore,” he scoffs, “i can’t believe i was ring shopping just the other day and now we’re here.” your eyes widen and your tears start to fall. seeing the damage you caused made you feel like you were dying a slow and painful death.

“i’m so sorry. you deserve everything and more. thank you so much for being so good to me.”

he nods slowly and looks down at his drink. “i’ll text you about getting your stuff from my apartment.” then he’s gonna before you can say anything else, leaving you a sobbing mess in a small coffee shop. the barista even ends up giving you a free croissant because “it looks like you need it..” and you did. you also needed a few shots in your system right about now.

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it’s been about 3 month since your breakup. you and manny were somewhat civil, you still followed each other on instagram, and hookuped a few times (womp womp we’ve all been there don’t judge them!!)

but you were really getting your life together!! you baked dessert way to often, you babysat jj way more than dina needed you to because how could you not!! you started exploring your sexuality more, and stopped drinking so much.. it was starting to be a problem. and you haven’t thought of abby for weeks! except for a couple nights ago, and a few night before that, and maybe and few nights before that night!

you were doing great!! totally not thinking about your ex’s roommate/best friend!! never!!

you’re baking an apple pie when there’s a frantic knock at your door. you rush over to look in your peep hole first because living alone is scary and frantic knocks are scaring. imagine your surprise when you see the one and only abby anderson!!! she’s sweaty and has a conflicted expression on her face, she fidgets with her hands nervously.

you open the door in your cute apron and baby blue long sleeved shirt with some plain jeans. you have flour all over yourself. “um.. hi..?”

abby’s face goes pink at your domestic state and clears her throat before looking you in the eyes. “i broke up with owen. manny knows everything. i can’t stop thinking about you.. fuck.”

you stand shocked for a second before finally responding. “you’re serious..?”

she nods, “i think i wanna be with you.”

you look at her in shock again before she slams her lips into yours, you immediately melt into the kiss. you pull her closer by her shirt and whine. she bites your lip softly and brings her hands to your waist, pushing you into your apartment as you laugh into the kiss. you pull away to close your apartment door and shake your head playfully at her, “we’re so fucking stupid.”

abby nods, “the stupidest.” she says before lifting you up so you can wrap your legs around her waist and carried you to your bed.

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@ang3lzl0v3 here’s part two bb 🫶🏻 i hope you like it

[haydensky01]

Obey me! Sleeping with Lucy. Traumatized MC

Attention: Not short attention span friendly.

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Truth is, since last week when Cerberus found itself free from its chains and wondered in the house following the scent of the only human there to attack it, you have been very traumatized.

It didn't matter that Lucifer saved you and put the creature back into its prison. Fact is, it was all last second. And you had that long long time within that one second terror face to face with the three headed dog glazing at you charging his firy breath about to tear you up. Needless to say, you haven't been able to go passed that moment.

Since that day, you'd make sure to never be alone especially at night. But a fact deep within wasn't making you any less terrified. After all, you saw how everyone of them hasn't been able to tame Cerberus or push it away from you till he nearly killed you. Everyone except Lucifer.

Lucifer and you share a respectful relationship. Almost professional. He, after all, is the Morning Star. The first born. And Diavolo's right hand. And since you came here, several months ago, you only had responsabilities and committments bounds.

You admired him. You respected him. But also, you liked him. There is no denying that. He was so handsome, so calm, so reliable. You feel like even a smile from him could charge you in energy for days. And knowing his importance and status, you being aware of the feelings you started growing towards him, makes you awkward around him. Avoiding eye contact, talking none sense sometimes, laughing about everything. Even at punishments when Mammon gets you on board in some stupid things.

Howerver, tonight is diffrent. Tonight, you are seriously terrified. You can't dare close your eyes. The smell of aches in Cerburus surrounds you. The 6 red eyes seem to stare at you in every corner of your room and you could hear the beast scream resonates in your soul. You need safety. You need security. You need Lucifer.

Heading to his study in the library you couldn't believe you were about to ask the first born to stay with him all night. You make it till his desk. Here he was working. Overworking. a pile of files and papers surrounding him from everywhere.

"What is it that brings you here at this hour? Is Asmo harassing you again?"

"... N-No, no. I just needed something .. I.."

He interupts you mid sentence: "Ah, is there anything more you needed for the festival preparation? Here, Take this list." He hands you a paper. "This is the list where the festival's needs are mentionned from my part. You can add anything you forgot about in it. I will make sure Diavolo has it appoved by tomorrow."

"... T-Thank you .. But .."

"Don't worry." He interups agains. "Diavolo has you on his good terms. I am sure he'll grant you some more." He says without taking his eyes off of the papers on the desk.

You take few seconds to think. "I just wanted to stay in the study with him. nothing else" You think to yourself.

"This is taking you a moment. Planning to add some more things now that we know the Young Prince won't say no? Be wise asking MC, Diavolo isn't here to spoil." Lucifer added from afar.

You look at the paper and write: "Could you please check if Cerberus is well chained tonight?". You put the paper on the corner of the desk and leave.

Back to your room (running) you close the door and hope he will see your message. You get on your bed and start counting sheeps. Maybe this will distract you. The thoughts of the beast comes and goes as you don't stop moving in your bed. Then tears came up. You hung on your pillow and cried undlessly.

An hour later, you still haven't slept but all the crying made you so exhausted you feel yourself doze off. As your breath slows and your eyes get heavier, you hear your door opens. Your heart skips a beat and your body freezes, eyes tightly shut in fear. And then you smell him. the vison of aches and fire dissipes as you recognize the perfume of Lucifer. A heavy spicy yet sweet scent of fruit and earth. The scent fills your entire room and envelops your whole body. It calms you down. You hear footsteps towards your bed. And this is when you realize. Lucifer is in your room. few steps away. Your heart pounds yet you don't make yourself known as awake. You hear him take off his coats that he puts on your chair. You hear him heading to your bed barefoot. when did he even take off his shoes? A moment after your bed goes down under the weight of the demon and your cover is lifted as a worm and big body lays next to you from behind. The smell imprinted your soul by now. A hand throws to your side of the bed 2 gloves, a tie and a gilet. His arm slides under your neck gently then comes back to rest on your upper shoulder while his other goes around your abdomen.

"I apologise ... I will never let anyone nor anything ever harm you." He says in the quite of your room.

Is this really Lucifer by your ear? on your bed? Against your body? under your covers? The serious, strict, scary, professional Lucifer?

"I can't bare seeing the bags under your eyes at every breakfest after the incident. Nor your pale face ... For how long haven't you slept my love?"

Your face is fire red now. Does he know you're awake? Wait, did he just call you HIS LOVE? ~Do I have to respond?????~

"I don't even remember." You finally say in a broken tired voice.

"Have you been crying?" He realizes to your voice. "Oh MC ..." He commented as he hugged you tighter.

"I sent a raven to the Castle. I declared personal affairs for the next two days. I sent another one to the school as well. They won't be expecting us coming couple days either. Would it be enough? would it be acceptable if we remained sleeping just like this for the next two days?"

"What about the boys?"

Lucifer smirked at the thought of his brothers. "I casted a spell on them. no one is waking up before two days at least."

You let a gasp of surprise out as you turn looking to Lucifer in astonishment. His hand on your waist makes its way up to your face. "You would be scared to know the extent of things I would do for you". He says in a tender yet firm eye contact.

As you look at him, you know he isn't exagerating. Missing on Diavolo's meeting, missing school and casting a spell on his brothers ... You knew he meant every word he said.

"Turn around, rest your head on my chest princess."

Your body obeys without leaving time to your mind to comprehend the order. As you put your head on his heart he caresses your back and you fall asleep to his last words.

"I imprinted a key to my room on your right palm. I am the one who will spoil you to the core. Your bed now is my heart and nowhere else".

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[vandermorganable]

A House That Isn’t A Home

Description: A look into Axl’s home life

Prompt: Broken (day 3)

Part 2 of “You’re My Red Rose”

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️: PHYSICAL ABUSE, SUICIDAL IDEATION

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Andrew unlocked the door with the extra key his father, John, had made for him. They entered to see Mia, his little half-sister, sitting on the couch, hugging her pink teddy bear. John was seated at the table with his head resting in the palm of his hand. Empty beer bottles and cans surrounded him. His mother, Maude, was at work, not getting off until 10 o’clock that night, which meant John was drinking to pass the time. He turned his head to look at the two boys standing at the door. Andrew pushed Axl towards. Axl stepped back. He was now less than an inch away from Andrew

“What he done did, Drew?” John asked in his strong country accent.

Axl could hear Andrew chuckle. “Kissing boys, Pops.”

You could hear a pin drop in the room with how silent it was in there.The first person to move after a period where they all stood still was John. He started to undo his belt. Axl knew what that meant. As if a trigger was pulled, Mia covered her ears and looked at the wall behind her. John charged at him. He tried to run, but Andrew held him down. John swatted the belt at him, striking the outer part of his leg. It stung.

Axl kicked and kicked and kicked in an attempt to break from Andrew’s hold. He failed. Andrew had a tight grip on him. John struck him again on the arm, leaving behind a red mark.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’m sorry!” Axl pleaded, tasting the salt of his tears.

“You better be sorry,” John grumbled.

He finally stopped swinging. Andrew let him go. Axl immediately ran to his and Mia’s room, falling onto his bed. He buried his face into his pillow, letting the tears run wild. The sting from the seats lingered on his skin. Loud footsteps could be heard approaching him. He quickly jumped up, afraid his father had returned to continue. However, he was met with Mia’s terrified eyes. He apologized for scaring her. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around. He pulled her into his lap, resting his head on top of hers as they snuggled. She looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, Mia.” Axl soothed, brushing back her brown hair.

She sniffed. “I thought-I thought-I thought he was going to kill you, Billy.”

She cried harder, hugging herself tightly against his chest. Axl didn’t know what to say. He thought he was going to kill him, too.

“It’s going to be okay, Mia” was all he could come up with.

Axl wasn’t going to make that a promise. John was getting more violent by the day. He was sure that one day he was going to snap and…do despicable things. John and Andrew went to the gun range almost every weekend. They had a passion for weapons of different kinds. That was the one thing they bonded over as father and son. Axl knew John wasn’t afraid to use it. He could recall the day he came home from school to witness John threatening his mother with a pistol against her head. His finger inches from pulling the trigger. Axl sat there and watched as John threatened to shoot her if he dared to call the police.

From that day forward, he tried to stay on John’s good side, if there was even one, to keep Mia safe. The pressures of school and being basically the only caregiver of his little sister was becoming too much for him. Some days he wanted to end it. To take John's gun and put a bullet into his own head, but he knew if he did, there would be nobody to give Mia the care she deserved. He would rather live with this feeling than see her get hurt whilst his soul is free.

[starsurface]

Your little Nightwolf having nightmare headcanons were so beautiful! 😭😭 Fujin is so warm and loving to his little baby 😭😭 It made me curious about what kind of nightmares the others might have though, especially regressor Fire God Liu with CG Raiden? 🥺

Warning!!!! There's a bunch of hinting to what happened in MK9, like Kung Lao's neck snap and Raiden accidentally killing Liu Kang!!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden w/ Babyspace Liu Kang MK1 Nightmare Hcs

🌩️ Oh this poor baby :(

🌟 Liu Kang doesn’t get nightmares incredibly often?

🌩️ But when he does, they’re bad

🌟 Like, really, really bad

🌩️ Mostly old or alter memories that happened throughout MK 9-11 (even some of his old reverants memories)

🌟 When he gets these memory nightmares, he usually wakes up alone, afraid, and small

🌩️ Lord Liu Kang already regressed pretty young, about 2-3, but these nightmares can make him smaller to about 1

🌟 He use to just lay there and kinda cries, laying there in the dark, desperately holding onto his blankies and pillows and whatever he can reach

🌩️ He’s too small to get up, too scared to leave his bed

🌟 And it really sucked for the long (eons long) time he didn’t have a cg

🌩️ Especially since he had a bad habit of accidently wetting himself because of the nightmares, which he usually couldn’t clean until the morning :(   (Be weary of rashes guys!!)

🌟 Luckily, Raiden came along!

🌩️ The first time he saw one of these nightmares, Liu Kang had actually been set for naptime

🌟 Raiden woke up to screams and cries, and Liu Kang was just kinda sitting there absolutely sobbing

🌩️ But this time, he wasn’t alone

🌟 Raiden scooped him up, cradling him tightly and rocking him

🌩️ Liu Kang tries really hard to babble out what was happening, what his scary dreams were about, how scary it was reliving them, how he just watched again and again and never questioned (y’all, MK9 is super screwed up if you think about it)

🌟 Liu Kang’s grip on Raiden’s shirts are usually tight but Raiden swore that if he tried to move, Liu might actually tear his shirt

🌩️ Raiden let Liu Kang sob, cry, and babble about what was wrong, gently scratching his hair and listening to the, what a baby Liu Kang can get out, terrifying story

🌟 When Liu Kang’s crying died down slightly, he’s very sleepy, sitting on Raiden’s lap with big, puffy eyes

🌩️ Raiden noticed the wet spot on Liu Kang’s pants and his sheets and feels absoluetely terrible

🌟 Liu Kang never has accidents!! Does he always have them during nightmares?

🌩️ He got Liu into a comfy diaper, changed him into a much comfier onesie, and held him while he sat in Liu Kang’s rocking chair (I just feel like he’d have one)

🌟 They read some books and watch some nice cartoons

🌩️ Liu Kang did end up falling asleep again, and Raiden couldn’t move for a good hour (not that he tried)

🌟 ^ Oh my goodness, Liu Kang felt so embarrassed when he woke up

🌩️ Apoligizing, swearing it’ll never happen again-

🌟 Not on Rai Rai’s watch, so the two had a talk

🌩️ Raiden has one of those baby monitors set up in his and Liu Kang’s rooms

🌟 It’s usually off (for privacy reasons) but Liu Kang will turn it on at night

🌩️ Raiden’s a bit of a light sleeper, and he’ll wake up to Liu Kang’s cries and rush over

🌟 Liu Kang is incredibly clingy after nightmares, especially if they’re about a certain person

🌩️ Such as Kung Lao’s neck scene in MK9, he’ll pratically beg Raiden to have Kung Lao come over so he can ‘make sure he’s okay’

🌟 Everyone gets really sad at Liu Kang’s nightmares, and doesn’t mind being his personal teddy bear during these times

🌩️ Raiden is usually to go-to though, and who Liu Kang runs to the most

🌟 He understands that Raiden’s not Dada, but this Raiden is really good and comforting too, and he wants his Rai Rai

🌩️ One time Liu Kang had a nightmare about getting zapped by his Lord Raiden (that unfortunately MK9 scene) and Raiden full on espected him to ignore him and demand someone else

🌟 But instead Liu Kang still ran to him, making Raiden promise that he wouldn’t hurt him, and telling Raiden that he wans’t Dada

🌩️ He’s also very insistent that Dada never meant to hurt him that badly, but everyone has a few words for Lord Raiden (they do understand some actions he made though)

🌟 Liu Kang gets really embarrassed about diapers

🌩️ When he’s having the nightmare, he’ll gladly accept them, mostly because he might have a second accident, not the best bladder control when he’s this tiny :(

🌟 But when he’s bigger, either out of his headspace or in his normal headspace, he gets super embarrassed because, well, it’s diapers, Rai, he’s too big for diapers 🥺

🌩️ Raiden is very gently and comforting when it comes to the poor baby, telling him that no ones too big or too small for diapers and he doens’t have to feel embarrassed at all

🌟 Liu Kang might wear diapers in his normal headspace too, but no ones allowed to say anything because he will gegin to cry 

🌩️ He also use to wear diapers in his old universe, but also only for nightmare reasons, It was his Kitana that suggested them, and unfortunately they didn’t have enough time for Liu Kang to see that it’s not anything embarrassing or to get use to them

🌟 Overall, Liu Kang’s nightmares are terrible, but luckily, he does have Raiden to help him through them <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*sigh* I love giving angst to Liu Kang <3

Not but our poor baby, I'm very glad he has his friends now 🥺

[ciellunee]

It's been months since you saw Itachi. He doesn't care and you are sure of that. He's that one person you crave every single night, crying, burying yourself in the pillow thinking where it all went wrong. ITACHI was possessive no doubt but you never thought he would toy with you to this extent. You both were in a content relationship of 2 years, but last year you started noticing changes in your surroundings. Suddenly you started getting lesser and lesser invites to parties, all your friends started ignoring you out of the blue...there were nights where all you had was itachi's strong arms comforting you while you cried in his embrace asking him what was happening. 6 months ago, you were kicked out of your parents house after having a big fight with itachi, surprisingly no bank or moneylender wanted to give you any sort of loan even if the collateral was big. You had absolutely no where to go but worry not my darling cuz itachi was always there to welcome you with open arms. 'My love, why do you need a homeloan when you can stay at my apartment forever?'

You finally stepped out of the manipulation and distanced yourself from itachi which however was impossible. Being one of the finest shinobi of hidden leaf, itachi was trusted and respected by all adding him being an uchiha. The first time you tried to escape the hidden leaf , it was unsuccessful. Itachi caught and punishment was quite severe, 'angel, do you not need me anymore? Do I need to tell you who I am? '

This time however, you tried and succeeded. It was a mission in a nearby village. Being a jounin, it didn't take you long to punish those at fault however, you put your compadre into a specific genjutsu where you made him believe that you were killed by the leader. The man was terrified and took a run to tell the next uchiha leader about the mishap. You were considerate about one of his crows following you but somehow, you even managed to baffle them. The luck was on your side today. You knew you couldn't baffle itachi for long so you changed you clothes with regular arranged ones, and ran off, not knowing where to go but far, far away from itachi. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you thought about him, his smile, the way his eyes always lid up while talking to you....you were deeply and hopelessly in love with him. But this was necessary.

Finally reaching a destination you thought was safe enough, you begin your new life with a new name, changed your clothing and hairstyle. Nobody here knew who you were and that was a plus point. It's been 2 months since you saw itachi. Not a day has passed when you didn't crave his affection, his touch. You still loved him dearly and that was a problem.

One fine night while returning home from your daily job as hotel manager, you sensed a strong chakra at the entrance of your apartment. You knew this chakra all too well. Itachi! What was he here for now? Too scared to face him you decided to leave that village at that particular moment. It was quite late as you carefully turned around to make a run but were caught red handed by a red eyed itachi. His eyes glistening with anger but a hint of hurt was there as if he were disappointed. 'I think we need to talk my precious '

''Why would you leave me alone my angel? Why don't you realise what I do is for your good, I want you to be happy.....with me, with our family. " His eyes held hurt, corners started to brim with a slight amount of water. " my sweet! I know I hurt you, but I really can't live without you. Past 2 months have been nothing but torture for me." He edged a little closer, you knew how it goes you've always gave in to his manipulative tears. Not today though. " I've been miserable Itachi." You said, all the memories flooding in , " I've loved every bit of you since the first time we met, I still do. Even after everything you put me through... i pathetically love you. Every waking hour, each breath I take, I think of you. Why? Because I am a weak pathetic women who despite everything couldn't help but love her toxic, manipulative boyfriend. Why Itachi? I could swear on my life I've never even thought of any other guy than you! I've given each and every bit of myself to you and what do I get in return? Manipulation? Distrust? Hurt? Pain? Suffering! WHY ITACHI! WHY? " you broke down, crying, screaming, a lump in your throat. Itachi stood there wide eyed. Tears falling gracefully down his now pink cheeks.

'You Hate me don't you?.......'

[seancekitsch]

Waking up to Jaskier singing outside your window in the night sounds sweet to me.

it starts off not sweet but gets really cute !!

The sound of his voice from below your window wasn’t enough to get you out of bed. His soft strumming of his beloved lute, his sweet velvet tones not even enough to have you lifting your head.  

Not even his soft “I wrote this for you,” between verses and choruses made your head leave your pillow nor your body leave the comfort of your blankets. 

You knew he would drag himself back here at some point, but it did surprise you he was back so soon.

It had not even been a full week since Jaskier finally relented, said you could with him on his travels. He had left without you before you could even finish packing. You expected it to be at least a year before you saw his handsome sorry face again. 

His song does sound nice, you admit to yourself, rolling over to stare at the ceiling in the moonlight as you listen. He sings about missed opportunity and hands reaching for each other in the silent darkness. He sings about the pride he feels for being the reason for a smile on your face. Funny, you sigh to yourself, he’s been nothing but the reason for a scowl and some tears these past few days. They aren’t tears of sorrow, though, but of frustration and the fact that you knew you knew he would leave but you let yourself play along anyway. 

Throughout all of this, up until you assume he’s about to get into the bridge, you just lie there and let it happen. You let him song his silly little apology and let him waste his breath. 

“Ow!” 

Until that.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll silence you myself!”

Shit.

“Well you didn’t have to throw rocks, sir!”

That finally has you fighting the blankets to rush to the window. Your hands grasp the cold ledge, letting yourself lean out into the air of the alley to see what was happening. 

Jaskier. Oh Jaskier, he looks worse for wear. Theres blood from where you can only assume the rock hit him on his forehead. He looks like he hasn’t shaved since you last saw him, and his coat is torn. The man in the unit next to yours looks ready to kill, another rock from his garden poised and ready to be thrown from his fist.

“Jaskier, stop making a fool of yourself and get inside!” you shout down from your window, trying to sound angry though you know your own voice is betraying you. His eyes meet you, so bright and full, and you know your heart has betrayed you as well as he runs towards your back door. 

You can hear him stumble in through the threshold and slam the door behind him, boots heavy against your old wooden floors. You hurry out of your room, pulling your robe around your body as you head to the top of the steps to cut him off. 

“My sweet!” he cries, as if he did not abandon you here, as if your packed bag was not still sitting by your wardrobe. 

“Shut up!” you shout-whisper back, worried your neighbors would somehow still be after him, “What are you doing here?”

“I need a reason to see you?” he asks, skipping the first step and pulling himself up to the second so boldly. 

You scoff, and for a moment you have half a mind to  kick him back out of your house. 

“You do when you abandon me here in a city you know I hate after promising me what I’ve wanted since we met,” you say, glad to finally have that off your chest. You’d wanted him so long, wanted to travel the continent with nothing but him at your side and a bag on your back. You hate this city, hate being neighborly, hate meaningless work and fake friends on an unfriendly world. Jaskier was the only thing that felt real, until he too showed his hand. 

“Darling, you don’t understand,” he pleads, climbing more steps to the point where he’s almost on you, his height just about equal to you with the length of steps, “I did not leave you on purpose.”

You fold your arms as your only response, ready to hear any excuse he might have, just so you can throw him out and get back to sleep. You have work in the morning. 

“I did not! Honest!” he tries to reason, drawing an X over his heart, “I was arrested.”

“Arrested?” you parrot, completely believing it. Jaskier has a habit of angering people. 

“Yes,” he nods, nothing but hope in his eyes and in his smile. 

“For what?” you narrow your eyes, not wanting to hear about him possibly sleeping with the mayor’s wife but another part of you needing to hear the rest of this excuse. 

“Would you…” he falters, “Would you believe I am the Sandpiper?”

At this your eyes widen. You’d heard whispers of the great Sandpiper, the hero of the elves and a freedom fighter standing up against the northern oppression. 

“I’m to believe that’s you?” You ask, incredulous.

Jaskier takes the last step closer to you, now standing at only an inch or two taller than you and all space between you taken out of the equation. 

“I need you to know it’s me,” he whispers, and you have to believe him. Jaskier is a lot of things, but a liar has never been one of them.

You look him up and down, really taking him in this time where looking at him burned you before. He looks beaten, a broken winged lark still singing a song just for you.

“It really is you?” you whisper, your eyes drifting and fixating at the cut along his cheek. 

“It is,” He whispers, and you don’t have to look to know his eyes are trained on your lips, “I would have never left you like that, never.” 

He’s earnest and raw in this moment, a side of Jaskier rarely seen and maybe only saved for you or Geralt. You know he means it and all of the resentment and frustration pulls away like the tide going out. 

“I know,” you breathe, barely a whisper, barely anything. 

“Let’s leave, love,” he offers, his hands finally coming up to grab yours, untangling your arms and letting your robe fall open so he can hold your hands so innocently. 

“I’ll grab my bag.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

male basilisk s/o hcs ; hunter

requested by ; anonymous (16/03/23)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; main | hunter only

character(s) ; hunter wittebane

outline ; “Can I get hunter x male! Reader who's a basilisk but hunter doesn't know yet. So reader tells him and explains how he thinks he's the last basilisk and it ends with them cuddling in the reader's nest? (I hc that basilisks make nests for comfort. Also if possible have reader be eda's adopted son?)”

warning(s) ; references to torture, references to murder of basilisks, implied ptsd and trauma

you’d been going back and forth with yourself about this for months — buried in a makeshift nest of pillows, blankets and stolen jumpers in the attic of your mother’s house as you battle with self doubt and guilt

your makeshift form flickering on and off as you cried and wept and buried your face in the softest and most him-smelling items in your possession

not wanting to lose him for not telling him and not wanting to lose him for what you are

in the end the decision was made for you when your boyfriend knocked on your bedroom door and called out to you — so you steeled yourself, shifted back and went to talk to him

hunter looked concerned and reached up to wipe the stray tears from your eyes, grasping your hands tightly as he asked what was wrong

and you took a deep breath and nodded towards your nest

‘we… we need to talk,’

that caught his attention and, wide eyed and slack jawed, he followed you without protest

you were silent for a few moments after sitting down, reluctant and guarded, until hunter gently prodded with a question

and then it all came pouring out like water out of a crumbling dam

where you came from: the lab, the tests, the spells, the smells, the pain, the bars the prison

what happened to you: the shocking and sparking and burning and prodding and probing

how there were so few of you that you were addressed by numbers and not names — less than, multiples and not men, subjects and not civillians

used and abused, created to be tortured and learning only to take take take anything you could get

how you all ran

how you all escaped

how you were all hunted

how they were all killed and how you were the only one left

words turned into sobs turned into hiccups turned into wails until you were crying so hard you were screaming and you couldn’t breathe or see

just ache

ache for the losses of the past

ache for the loss that would follow

ache for the aches and pains tattooed on your eyelids, flashing across them whenever you blinked or breathed or slept or ate or lived

and hunter, your hunter, didn’t cry or scream or shout and just held you, keeping you close as you shifted and curled into his chest and cried and wept and screamed

pressing his lips to the crown of your head and stroking your back as he just held you, letting you scream and cry and mourn

comforting you with a shaky, tearful voice as his own tears wet your hair in a slow drizzle of rain

and the two of you stayed like that for a while

you whimpering apologies — to him, to yourself, to them, you didn’t know — and hiding yourself in his chest

him whispering stern and certain comforts and assurances to you in return

‘never apologise for protecting yourself,’

‘i’m so proud of you for getting this far,’

‘you’re my boyfriend and nothing will change that unless you want it to change,’

‘i love you,’

and there you stayed for the rest of the day and through the night, falling asleep in your nest in his arms as you slept restfully for the first time in a long time

only rousing once your mother, loud as ever, banged her fist on the door and asked if you wanted her to pick up anything from the market and told you to look after hooty

but even then you two remained, smiling at each other as he took in your visage for the first time, seeing you for you instead of your well practised illusion

and rather than flinching away or running as you’d feared, hunter simply smiled and kissed you on the nose

calling you something you never thought you’d hear to your true face

‘beautiful,’

[fairy-writes]

For the 800 Follower Event - My second request

I have been in love with the song 'My Heart is Buried in Venice by Ricky Montgomery' and a lot of other pieces by him as well. The amount of times I've cried over this specific song is....a lot.

Specifically the lyrics below hitting way close to home when I was in a relationship. Feeling like you were the only one who loved the other can be even more heartbreaking than the break-up. (this was years ago)

"Say, say what you mean Tell me the truth or tell me you're through Oh, oh, oh, don't leave me to breathe Don't leave me to bleed For someone who chose to leave me be"

I know that I am asking for something rather...odd. But instead of it going the Viktor x Reader break-up route. Could it somehow be end happy?

Like if Viktor is on the outskirts of this debacle? Or the comforting friend-to-lover troupe?

I hope this wasn't super annoying >///<

Thank you

MY HEART IS BURIED IN VENICE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Viktor x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: My Heart is Buried in Venice by Ricky Montgomery

Notes: I seriously struggled with this one. I hope it actually makes sense. I’m running on four hours of sleep after an eight-and-a-half-hour workday. 

This takes place after the Hexcore kills Sky.

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Viktor lay awake late into the night. He glanced over at the clock on your side of the bed. It ticked away on the bedside table, illuminated by the moonlight. 

2:13 AM. 

You were halfway onto his side of the bed, one arm tossed over his chest and head almost on his pillow. You were always like this at night, migrating from your side over to his in an attempt to preserve body warmth. No matter how many blankets you had on your side, you always told him he was warmer than any blanket you could own. 

It was something that generally made him smile. 

But not tonight.

Come rest your bones next to me

And toss all your thoughts to the sea

I'll pull up each of our anchors

So we can get lost, you and me

Eventually, Viktor couldn’t take it anymore and got out of bed. He slid the pillow that usually propped up his leg under your arm so you could still sleep with something. And he couldn’t help but smile as you held it close.

It was one of the many things he loved about you. 

My heart is buried in Venice.

Hidden beneath all my worries and doubts

My heart is buried in Venice

Waiting for someone to take it home

Viktor made it to his study down the hall without too much noise and turned on the lamp, illuminating the room in a soft yellow glow. He took a seat at the desk and pulled out a page from a journal set aside. 

It was the leather-bound journal you gave him for his birthday. Part of him felt terrible ripping out a page, but you always told him to use it for whatever he wanted. 

And he had to get this out of his system before he lost his mind. 

Even when you try to hide it

A smile creeps out from your teeth

I never thought that I would have to say I'm sorry

For anyone but me

The first try goes terribly. Viktor barely gets out a sentence before he crumples up the page and throws it into the wastebasket next to the desk. 

The second try doesn’t go much better. 

It’s by the fourth or fifth letter (he’s lost track) that he realizes he’s crying. Tears drip down his cheeks and stain the page, smudging the ink. And when he tries to wipe away the moisture, he just succeeds in getting ink on his fingers. 

Now my heart is buried in Venice

Waiting for someone to take it home

Why is this so hard? It’s just words on a page. Words he’s been stewing on for over a week. A week of agonizing about what he’ll say when he actually sits down to write this damn letter. 

He hears a noise down the hall but pays it no mind. He can check in a minute as soon as he starts this letter with the right words. 

Say, say what you mean.

Tell me the truth, or tell me you're through

Oh, oh, oh

Don't leave me to breathe

Don't leave me to bleed

For someone who chose to leave me be

“What are you doing up so late?” Came your tired voice. He turned and saw you standing in the doorway to his study, blanket around your shoulders. He sat back in his chair,

“I was writing a letter.” He said, tapping his ink-stained fingertips against the wood of the desk. You approached and pressed a kiss to his forehead, smoothing his hair out of the way with the hand that wasn’t holding your blanket around your body. 

“A letter to whom?” You asked, and he looked back at his tear-stained page. 

“To Sky.” He said, and your eyes widened marginally before they filled with such love he almost began crying again.

You lean down and kiss him,

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” You whisper, and he nods. He can’t find the words to say. He doesn’t know what he can say that he hasn’t already told you. So instead, he turns back to his letter, mind clear at last. He takes up his pen and begins to write.

My heart is buried in Venice.

Waiting for someone to take it home

Dear Sky,

I know I cannot apologize enough for what happened. I should’ve listened to someone, anyone, about the Hexcore and destroyed it before it caused damage. But I didn’t, and you had to face the consequences. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew about your feelings for me. I just didn’t want to face them. And that was cruel to you. And for that, I apologize. 

I had buried my heart because I didn’t want to get hurt. But in reality, I think I was just waiting for someone to take it home.

I just want to let you know that I’m happy. The Hexcore is gone, I have a partner who loves me, and I only hope to be someone you would be proud of. 

I hope you are at rest,

Viktor