#um ignore the two purples being different

[skullzy20]

it took me like a million years of procrastinating but I finally got a solid look down for these two

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Cowboys

Ellie x reader

Part 1

Part 3

Summary: a trip to the local saloon? With a man?!

Wc: 2.1 k (shorter ik sorry)

For the ao3 girlies

Cw: cowboy! Ellie x fem! reader, drinking, reader gets drunk, Jesse (just a little side character), mentions of domestic violence, reader has trauma!, reader has scars, lesbian touching and yearning, lots of talking

Minors DNI (fr)

Seriously there’s some descriptions of abuse here y’all I tried to keep it vague, but it’s important I promise! I am not the kind of author who gives the reader trauma for literally no reason. That being said if this isn’t your cup of tea I’ll see you in another chapter or different fic!

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You wake up with the sun. The warm light forced its way through your eyelids, refusing to be ignored. You got up and attempted to get dressed as quietly as possible. You use the reflection of a steel pan to pin your hair back.

You liked the mornings, normally you were very alone, but even with company, it was a peaceful time. Golden light filters through your windows, everything and everyone is still beginning to wake up. It’s quiet.

A face appears behind yours in the reflection of the pan.

“Mornin.” Her voice was a bit low and gravelly.

“Mornin, where are you off to today?” You finish flattening out the last little stubborn hairs and turn towards her. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and bruises had begun to form on her face, but with the way she carried herself, you would never know what happened last night.

“Was thinking of going to the next town over, I have a few people to talk to.” You grab your boots from the floor and sit in the same wooden chair Ellie had last night. You try not to think about how close you were or how warm she felt against your fingertips as you lace up your shoes.

“You’re lucky you have that bandana.” You stand up and grab the hem of the fabric. “You’re a bit of a mess.” You pinch her chin between your thumb and forefinger and force her to turn to the side, and for some reason she lets you. You turn her the other way, inspecting the intensity of the bruises. “These’ll be gone in a week.” You brush your finger over a particularly deep purple bruise on her jaw, she flinches a bit even at your featherlight touch. “This one maybe two.”

“Whatever you say doc,” she replies with a laugh. You let go of her chin and head towards the door.

“I have to go, but you’ll be back before dark right?” Ellie just nods and you leave, hoping that she does actually come back.

** **

Today when you’re locking up the schoolhouse you hear a different voice, “Hi there, sunshine!”

You turn around and see Jesse. You usually didn’t see him at this time of day. He walks towards you like he has something to say.

“What’re you up to today?” He asks with a charming smile on his face.

“I was just going to head home and have dinner. How about you?” You really didn’t care to hear his plans for the day, but you had to be polite.

“I was hopin’ you might accompany me to a show at Buckhorn tonight?” His eyes are hopeful, he reminded you of a little boy, he hadn’t had the same life you did. You had really hoped you wouldn’t have to deal with him asking to court you, not completely sure you could manage to say no. You didn’t have a good reason for refusing, and who knows what he would say about you if you denied him.

“Um, alright, I suppose I could go. I can’t stay too late though, I don’t like ridin’ in the dark.” You manage a smile. Jesse looks like he is just barely keeping himself from jumping up and down in celebration.

He nods, “I will make sure you get home safe and sound darlin’. Suppose we should head on over then.” You untie your horse and take her by the lead, walking beside Jesse to the saloon.

You didn’t have much to talk about, the conversation was mostly small talk. You let him ramble on about his journeys to Santa Fe, the Apaches he’s encountered, hostile cowboys, thieves. No one ever actually threatened him, just passed by, but with the way he told the stories you would think he would be covered in scars and bruises.

You finally make it to the saloon, Jesse orders you both whiskey. You down it like a shot and Jesse seems surprised, but not appalled like you would have expected. “You want another?” he asks with raised eyebrows and a laugh.

“Yes please.” You smile up at him, a little more genuine. Maybe you could have fun, with enough liquor in your system you could get along with anyone. Drunk you was charming, magnetic, bubbly, men usually tolerated that a little better. Plus the drinks were free.

The band starts playing and you pull Jesse out on the wooden dancefloor. The music pulls at your limbs. As you dance with him you feel smooth as water, the more you drink the smoother you feel. Soon enough you’re leaning into his chest, swaying to the music. The night went by in a blur. You are at the bar getting another round of drinks when you see a familiar set of eyes appear at the entrance.

She makes a beeline towards you, shouldering people out of the way as she approaches. Her eyes look angry, but all she does is brush her hand down your arm like she was making sure you were real.

“I couldn’t find you.” She says, and you swear everything and everyone else melts away as she speaks.

She was looking for you.

“I was here.” You say with a drunk smile, relieved to see her. “With Jesse.” you point over to him. She doesn’t even bother to look. You lean in towards her to whisper, “He’s pretty boring, but he gave me free drinks.” you hold up a glass of whiskey as proof, slightly swaying with the movement.

“I’m gonna take you home.” She says gently.

“That would be very nice, I’m sure Jesse wouldn’t want to take me all the way out there. Just let me go tell him.” You haven’t stopped smiling since you saw her.

“Alright,” she nods, “I’ll be waitin’ for ya by the door.”

You stumble over to him, “Jesse, I gotta head home.”

“Ok let me go get my-”

“No need, my bodyguard over there is takin’ me home.” You point to the masked cowgirl by the door. Jesse looks at you, confused.

“I’ll explain it to you another time, I promise I’m safe with him.” You pat him on the shoulder for reassurance.

“Can I at least talk to him? So I can know you’re safe.” Well at least he seemed to actually care about you, not just the concept of you.

“I don’t see why not,” you grab his hand, it’s large and rough, his palm felt like sandpaper against yours, “follow me.” You lead him towards the cowgirl. She’s standing with her arms crossed, observing the drunkards surrounding her.

“Hi,” her head snaps towards the sound of your voice, her eyes soften.

“Hello darlin’,” she runs her hand alongside your arm again. Goosebumps rise in the wake of her touch. She looks behind you at the man you’ve brought over to her. “Who’s this?”

“This is Jesse,” you pull him so he’s standing alongside you causing him to stumble a bit. You giggle. “He wanted to make sure you were gettin’ me home safe. Said he wanted to talk to you.”

Ellie reaches out her hand to shake his, “M’ Joel,” she says in a gruff voice. Jesse’s eyes widen a bit. You hadn’t heard her man voice yet, it was a little silly. “Why don’t you go wait by my horse darlin’? I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Um, alright.” You didn’t love being booted from a conversation like that, but you were starting to get tired and your feet were starting to ache.

You walked out of the saloon to Ellie’s horse. You feel light and heavy at the same time. Then you remember you brought your own horse here. Your thoughts were so jumbled.

You walk over to grab her, untying her lead after a bit of a struggle. Figuring you would pony her over to the house. You would not ride horseback drunk. Again.

By the time you get back to Ellie’s horse she’s waiting for you. She grabs the lead from your hands and helps you up onto the horse. You were going to try like hell to remember the feeling of her hands on your hips.

“Thank you good sir,” you say with a giggle. She just shakes her head and mounts the horse, grabbing your horses lead before her horse begins to trot away from the saloon towards the quiet desert.

You probably couldn’t help the way you leaned against her back, pressing your body to hers. She was so warm. Your hands wrapped nice and tight around her waist and she hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even moved. She stayed sitting right up staring straight ahead. You couldn’t bring yourself to remember why you shouldn’t be doing this. You only knew that you wanted to and that’s what mattered right now.

“Who’s Joel?” You asked, cheek pressed against her leather coat.

“He’s- he was a friend.” She can barely disguise the sorrow in her voice.

“Was he your husband or somethin’?” Questions tend to just pour out of you in this state with no regard for the person you’re asking.

“No, no he was a good friend.”

“Mm, you’re lucky you never had a husband.”

“Why?”

“Well I don’t know if all husbands are like how mine was, but I wouldn’t try it again, just in case.”

“What happened?” You let the sound of the horses hooves hitting the dirt path fill the silence for a moment. You hadn’t really told anyone what happened in your house on the edge of town, where no one could hear you or see you.

“Well, I’ll start at the beginning I suppose. My daddy got sick, real sick and he wanted me to have a man to take care of me after he was gone. So I married a man he chose for me. I didn’t know him, I barely saw him before we got married. But I wanted to make sure my daddy could die knowing I’d be taken care of, so I did it. I still regret going through with it.” You nuzzle your cheek into her back, trying to get impossibly closer. “I still don’t like to think about our wedding night.”

“I’m sorry darlin’ you don’t have to-”

“No I want to, I haven’t said anything to anyone about this before. Kinda feels nice, I feel lighter. Anyways, we moved into that tiny house. It didn’t take long for him to get mean, real mean. Since we lived so far away, no one could hear the screamin’ and yellin’. I still have some scars from that him, that’s why I had that medical kit for you when you got hurt. I’ve had to clean myself up more times than I’d like to admit.” You let out an empty laugh.

“Where is he now?” Ellie’s voice has an anger in it that was terrifying, the type that was calm and sure. She knew exactly how she would remedy it.

“Well, every time he would hurt me I would threaten to shoot ‘em. He would laugh in my face like I had told some sort of fucked up joke. Here let me show you somethin’.” You hike up your dress, exposing the large scar on your thigh. You grab Ellie’s hand from the reins and place it on the Scar, her fingertips run gently across it, like she would hurt you if she pressed too hard. She traces around the jagged raised skin, it was like she was trying to put a picture of it together in her head. “The night he did that I shot him right in the chest. He was an evil, evil man. No one missed him. He’s buried about 500 feet from the house, his grave is unmarked.”

You feel Ellie’s body relax a bit. “That’s good. You did good.” She’s still absentmindedly running her hand along your thigh. The feeling made your breath hitch. Your whole body grows hot. You hadn’t ever felt anything like that. “He deserved it, I hope you know that.”

“Still doesn’t feel good though, didn’t make me feel any better when he was dead. The only thing that changed was that I was safe again.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when her hand slowly leaves your thigh, pulling your dress back down for you.

“Yeah, I suppose that makes sense. Sometimes it feels like the only solution though.”

“Yeah it does.”

** **

You’re half asleep by the time the horse stops in front of your house. You barely manage to lift your head up, but somehow you get off the horse.

“Go on inside, I’ll get the horses settled.” She didn’t have to tell you twice.

You were halfway to the house when you remembered, “Ellie,”

“Yes?”

“Come and sleep inside tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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Ch. 3

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY ONE: TOYS FT. TSUKKISHIMA ☠︎︎

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: soft!dom tsukki, usage of a vibrator, female anatomy, orgasm denial, edging, drabble.

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 780+

"y/n, something came in the mail for you"

y/n looked up from the the device that rested on her lap before seeing tsukishima holding a small package in his left hand, his phone in his other, eyes focused on the screen. y/n reached an arm out while tsukishima handed her the boxed item.

"thanks, tsukki" she mumbled before placing it onto the nightstand beside her, almost avoiding her gaze from the box. "you're not going to open it?" tsukishima was able to pick up on her sudden odd behavior before a smirk made it's way to his lips.

"um, i'm doing an assignment that's due in a couple hours, it can wait. I'll open it later."

"hm, okay. i'll be back" y/n's eye's immediately darted up to be met with tsukishima's back, watching as he took lazily steps towards the rooms exit. "where are you going?"

"i have to pick up some volleyball equipment from the gym" he said before finally exiting the room.

y/n let out a sigh when she finally heard the front door close. she turned her attention to the package that was resting on her nightstand and carefully closed her laptop before setting it aside on the space beside her.

taking the box into her hold, y/n saw that the seal was already severed on the opening. she re-read the name on the front of the box before silently cursing herself. she'd accidently ordered the package under tsukishima's name since they shared the same account.

he'd mistaken the package for his own.

y/n felt an uneasy feeling in her gut after remembering tsukishima's smirking expression. she hesitantly opened the box, the purple colored item being the first thing that she saw.

being in a small daze, she didn't pick up on the sound of the front door opening once again, but she was finally snapped out of that daze when she heard tsukishima's voice. "you wanna test it out?".

y/n's heart basically pounded out of her chest when she heard his tone. "i thought you were leaving?" she questioned. "and i thought you had an assignment due in a couple hours?"

but, you seem like you have different priorities," he eyed the item that was being displayed in y/n's hold, an anticipating smirk growing onto his lips. "shut up" y/n mumbled, making quick movements to put away the device.

tsukishima took a couple steps up to y/n's seated figure before stopping her movements by placing a light grip onto her wrist. "you sure you dont wanna try it? you looked pretty curious just now, y/n." she looked up at the blondes figure and a groan erupted through her voice.

"what if it doesn't feel good?"

"you're the one who decide to buy it, but either way; if this toy ends up being shitty, i'll show you why you can alway rely on me if you wanna feel good."

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that's how the two ended up in their current situation, with tsukishima repeatedly adjusting the frequencies of the toy just to hear y/n whine due to her pleasure being taken away so suddenly.

"you can handle it a little longer, can't you?" tsukishima admired y/n's unsteady breathing and her pleasured/annoyed expression. he continued to alternate frequencies by controlling the device through a small remote, ignoring y/n's small pleas.

relaxing himself, back against the headboard while y/n laid back, against his chest, tsukishima had a cocky smirk on his lips. he was able to get y/n worked up so easily and with a click of a button; he was able to take it all away just as fast.

he'd noticed how y/n's moans were slightly different than usual, more impatient, more needy, and less quiet. to be frankly honest he'd never expected it to have such an effect on y/n, but due to the fact that the vibrations were traveling directly to her bud, he couldn't help but let out an amused hum.

"you wanna cum, y/n?" tsukishima turned down the frequency since he actually did want to hear a coherent answer from her. "please" she answered through pants, gripping the fabric of tsukishima's sweatpants.

he placed a small peck to y/n's bare shoulder, turing the frequency of the toy on it's highest setting almost immediately sending y/n over the edge. her legs waverd, feeling every inch of her satisfied pleasure course through her body, erupting paired sounds past her lips.

"I guess this thing wasn't so shitty after all. round two?"

"can you give me a minute?" she rolled her eyes, still trying to steady her breathing after tsukishima finally turned off the toy.

"nope"

and with singular response, the toy was imeedietly turned back on, letting an uncontrollable yelp leave the lips of y/n.

[jikagu]

SLUT ME OUT

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

summary: you were always his little fangirl in school, bawling about how cute and sexy he was. who knew that would lead you against the doorframe of his own house panting for air?

notes: degradation, size difference, urjdjnssks short drabble

also i want to talk to you guys more sm omg if u want leave an emoji next to an ask if ur anon so i can remember u!! <33

"since when did you have a kid?" you questioned him, swirling your cocktail in your drink. the reunion you guys had went to got a bit overbearing so you went to go sit on the porch with each other.

"december 22nd, last year." he frowned, looking at you. "you?"

"um, may 19th, also last year." there was an awkward silence that pursued after, but it left you wondering who the mother was? toji used to sleep around, you weren't sure if he still did it. it'd be better not to ask though, you weren't sure how he'd react or if he was the same.

"..dude, i used to fangirl over you, like big time." you snicker, looking toji up and down. he was still a hunk of muscles, no wonder. probably still fangirl now, but it was a conversation starter.

"oh, yeah, really?" he smirked cockily, opening his mouth and then closing it. it was like he wanted to say something, but he dismissed it rather quick.

"did you not notice the notes in your locker? you didn't even know your own best friends handwriting?" you were both surprised at this as a loud laugh erupted from the two of you.

"that—that was you?" poor guy looked dumbfounded. sure, he had a shit ton of fangirls but he always hung by you. hell, you did his homework.

"yeah, that's crazy how you didn't know." you muttered, looking up and locking eye contact with each other.

"still like me now?" he grinned, having a darkened look on his eyes that looked like it could pierce through you.

"ew, no." you lied, looking at the oh so tight shirt the man had on.

"shame." he shrugged, never taking his eyes off of you.

"i got in trouble a lot for just being friends with you." you confess, continuing. "i had girls pull my hair, kick me, write on my desk.. and—a lot of other things." when you looked back up, toji just looked empathetic.

"why didn't you tell me?" he bit his lip, knowing he could of helped you out when you needed him. you were always there for him, but never the opposite.

"i did." you cross your arms, feeling yourself get sentimental by the past. "you yelled at me one time for making up 'lies.'" you sighed, but you put a smile on your face.

"but hey, at least i don't do drugs in a random mans car." you were moreover mocking the girl that used to make you feel shit, but you kinda feel bad for her. you have to reach some low to sell your body, do drugs, and get charged with several accounts of child abuse. you can't be bothered though.

"damn."

"want me to make it up to you?" toji tilted his head sideways, awaiting your answer.

"huh?"

—

"oh fuck toji—don't leave any marks!" you whine as toji ignores you, leaving those hated purple hickies on your neck.

he pushes you against the doorframe, impatient to get you to his room before you jolted quickly.

"toji, toji! what about your son?" you huff a moan while toji chuckled.

"don't worry bout' it sweetheart, he's asleep. if you're quiet, you won't wake him up." this was a dangerous game to be playing, but maybe you were clouded by lust to think properly.

both of you guys rushed to his room as he started taking off your shirt and bra just eyeing your breasts.

"like what you see?" you mock, snickering.

"sure as hell do." he started to take off your baggy pants, then just staring at your body.

"shit, girl." he kissed you roughly, fondling your boobs while gently pushing you against his bed. he took off your panties as he pushed a finger into you already. his fingers were huge that it caused a guttural moan, lost in ecstasy.

he was so much bigger than you and your fingers. he already hit spots you never could. that was until he added in the second finger somehow.

"o—h fuck toji! it won't fit!" you groaned, bucking your hips until he chuckled lowly.

"damn baby, if that won't fit then how will my cock fit inside of you? you're so damn tight—" grunts came from him as he curled his fingers right in your g-spot as you closed your eyes so hard you saw stars.

you felt an orgasm coming, and so early too? how embarrassing. you rolled your hips more and more aggressively to reach your high as you felt it coming, right then and there—

"baby, did'ya squirt on me?" a low voice questioned as you could barely make it out. you were babbling on your words, drool leaking from your mouth.

"fuck, doll. guess you came that hard from my fingers huh?" he mocked, pulling his fingers out and licking them slowly.

"taste like candy, you know?" his chest heaved in and out, a grin plastered on his face. your face flushed beet red, whining as he pulled his fingers out.

"haa—oh my go—d. i need you inside me already." you sit up, tugging on his sweatpants. you were so desperate just to be filled again, you needed toji so so so bad.

"be patient, doll." he said caressing your face, lowering you back down on the bed—taking off his pants as you requested.

he aligned his cock with your pussy, the wet slick and cum dripping out of you acting as lubricant.

"tell me if it hurts baby." he coos, pushing in slowly. as he pushed in you felt yourself stretching around his cock, almost sculpting himself inside of you.

guttural moans escaped from your mouth, almost echoing in the room. you were surprised his kid didn't wake up.

"fuck!" he grunted, still pushing his cock inside. he was so huge inside of you, you've never had anyone this big and it was very obvious.

"you feel so good," you moaned, stuttering the entire time. toji leaned and kissed you, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, intertwining them.

he waited a bit before he started thrusting inside of you, you held onto the blanket beside you, whines filling the room along with skin slapping. you closed your eyes tightly as toji ravaged your body, sucking on your tit whilst fondling the other.

your breath remained unsteady as you felt so sensitive from earlier, already feeling your stomach curl.

"fuck, fuck, cummin!'" you yelped, moving your hands towards toji's back, scratching at his tight clothed shirt. he grunted before both of you guys came at the same time.

—

you woke up to the embrace of toji, his arm wrapped around you completely as his snores got louder. i mean, it didn't really bother you, now did it?

[mysticmonkeybusiness]

Prompt: The first meeting of two young celestial primates; given by @visionaryscribe

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The shadows are moving weirdly. Shihou has tried to tell the elders, but they don’t see what he does. The first couple of times, they comfort him, telling him that there is nothing scary in the dark. But later, they tell him to stop making things up.

He’s not! The shadows are weird! And Shihou is going to be the one to find out the truth! Then everyone will praise him for- um. For finding a threat! Shihou nods to himself, assured he’s doing the right thing.

How do you catch a shadow though?

Shihou scrunches up his nose in thought and absentmindedly picks up a peach. His eyes widen and he bites into it, grinning around the juice and pulp. Of course! Everyone must like peaches. They’re amazing. Shadows should like them too.

The shadows don’t move weird when monkeys look at them. They shift in the corners of Shihou’s eyes and flicker at distances the other monkey’s can’t see. So Shihou waits until he’s certain the weird shadows are away from him and gathers a basket of peaches to use for his trap. He only eats a few of them.

Or a lot.

Shihou is dismayed when there’s only two peaches left. He looks at the peach in his hand. He only needs one for the weird shadows right? He can have this one?

The shadows flicker around him and he pouts because his trap is ruined! He didn’t even get the chance to make it yet. He chucks the peach in his hand at the shadows and his jaw drops when it disappears. He gets closer and his own shadow overlaps with the weird one.

His shadow grows darker and starts moving differently than he does! It grows out of the ground and turns into a monkey with black fur and six ears. He has gold eyes and his ears are pretty shades of red, purple, and blue. He moves fluidly, like he could slink back into the shadows at any moment. When he speaks, it’s so quiet, Shihou nearly misses it. “Thank you for the peach.”

Shihou’s chestnut brown eyes land on the peach in the other monkey’s hands and feels a little embarrassed, but it’s easy to put on a smile and ignore it. “You’re like me.”

His soon-to-be new friend sticks out his tongue. “You’re like me.”

Shihou tackles him on instinct and is relieved when the six-eared monkey isn’t hurt, giving Shihou as much of a fight as he’s getting.

Shihou loves the other monkeys, but it gets kinda lonely when he’s so different from them. He’s bigger and stronger and has to be very careful when playing. He’s much faster too, and before he learned to slow down, he outpaced the other monkeys when play-hunting each other. They usually gave up on chasing him and went after other, easier targets instead. And him being the chaser is boring because he catches them within minutes.

So he figures out how to become a monkey that fits in better. Strong, but not too strong. Fast, but not too fast. He learns not to reach out to touch for fear of harming the others and to let them touch him instead.

It’s the only way he could be good.

But this monkey isn’t like the others. He’s just as different from the other monkeys as Shihou is. That makes them the same, right? It means Shihou can keep him so neither of them have to be lonely again. The trap didn’t work the way it was supposed to, but his peach did let him catch the weird shadow monkey so he has to stay with Shihou.

The six-eared monkey slips out of his grip and Shihou whips around to chase after the teasing trail he leaves behind. Okay, so Shihou is still catching him. But once Shihou wins, he’ll wrestle him into seeing things Shihou’s way.

[applepiewinchesters]

Happily Ever After? (Crowley x Fem!Angel!Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous 

Word Count: 2,333

Summary: A threat from Hastur nearly ruins the life Crowley had built for himself. 

Warnings: Minimal editing lol, angst 

 Before Crowley finally confessed his feelings for you, it took quite literally every ounce of Aziraphale’s willpower to not tell you how the demon felt. It was in his nature to love love and just seeing you two pining for each other for centuries nearly had him turn to drinking due to the frustration.

Crowley finally told you how he felt when he thought he was going to lose you for good. Cliché, he knows that, but you reciprocated the feeling. Which surprised him given you two are so different. He was a demon, you were an angel. Complete opposites.

You lived with Aziraphale in a cozy, two-bedroom flat. Your room was decorated in flowers and beautiful and bright paintings. You wore white practically all the time besides the occasional pastels.

Crowley lived in a flat that looked straight out of a vampire’s wet dream. It was dark, quiet, perfect for any creature of the night. Crowley wore exclusively blacks, grays, and reds.

But nonetheless, here you two were, together, and most importantly, happy.

It had been nearly a year since the apocalypse that didn’t happen. Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale had heard from their respective head offices since then after the ultimate identity switch of the ages.

Everything was perfect. You often stayed at Crowley’s his usually dark flat filled with light because of you. He couldn’t have pictured even five years ago that this would be his life now, his eternity now, at least he hoped.

Hope.

It was a weird feeling to have as a demon. All hope seemed to have been ripped away from him when he’d fallen, or sauntered, as he liked to say. He became bitter for quite a while, even excited to thwart off happiness, as was his job.

But you, with your smile and your cute, stupid laugh. You broke him. Made him happy, gave him hope, and now, he truly couldn’t picture life without you.

So, when he came home one day and found Hastur waiting for him in his flat rather than yourself, he felt that filter of perfection over his life begin to crack.

“Hastur, long time no see,” Crowley spoke, casual as he took off his jacket, throwing it across the back if the couch.

The other demon smirked, “Making a life for yourself it seems,” Hastur replied, ignoring Crowley’s attempt at small talk.

Crowley felt his neutral expression falter. “So it seems,” he said.

“An angel?” Hastur began, taking a step towards Crowley, “I’m sure you know the backlash that could be involved, for the both of you of course.”

“I thought we had an agreement, both sides leave us alone, after last time I thought you’d all learned your lesson,” Crowley challenged.

“Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever, just as your little relationship won’t, if you don’t put a stop to it, we will,” Hastur spat, and with that, was gone.

Crowley grit his teeth, hands balling into fists. They weren’t going to touch you, and he’d do whatever he could to make sure of that. You were too good for them, too good for him, and he knew that, he always knew that. He never should’ve played into his little fantasy of a happy life.

It was then that you breezed into the flat. Your long hair falling beautifully down your back, you were dressed in one of his favorite dresses, a pretty purple color.

“Hi love,” you told him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I got you a new plant!”.

You held up a small succulent proudly, the gesture made his heart feel like it was being squeezed.

Crowley realized he hadn’t said anything and cleared his throat, “Thanks.” It was short, harsh, the slight fall of your smile didn’t go unnoticed by him. It hurt.

“Something wrong?” you asked, setting the small plant on the side table next to the couch.

“Nothing, why do you ask?” Crowley replied.

“Oh, um, you just seem…off,” you spoke, leaning against the back of the couch.

“I’m fine, angel, I don’t need you to worry about me,” Crowley told you before stalking out of the room, leaving you confused.

*

Over the next few days Crowley’s demeanor towards you changed drastically. In his eyes he was protecting you, pushing you away. In yours, he was cold, closer to the Crowley you’d met in Eden.

He was short with you, barely wanted you in his flat. He made every excuse in the book not to spend time with you. It hurt you, he’d been fine earlier in the week and now, he was almost cruel.

You’d finally had enough and after helping Aziraphale in the bookstore you found yourself at Crowley’s flat, pounding on the door. You usually weren’t so curt but given the circumstances you wanted an explanation, or to help, whichever made this right.

After knocking for several minutes, the door was finally swung open, Crowley stood there dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, his hair a mess.

“What?” he all but spat at you.

The venom in Crowley’s voice caught you off guard, but you stood your ground.

“I came to see you, we’ve barely talked recently, and you’ve been acting strange all week almost, you’ve been…cold,” you replied, looking down at your feet.

Crowley laughed, the sound making you jump, it wasn’t happy, it was almost emotionless.

“I’m a demon, it’s what I do,” Crowley told you.

You looked up at him, his sunglasses were on so you couldn’t see his eyes, but this felt wrong, this wasn’t Crowley, your Crowley.

“But you aren’t, not to Zira, not to me, you…you love me, you’ve said it countless times, if I’ve done something wrong just tell me,” you practically begged, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Maybe I just realized this isn’t going to work out,” Crowley answered. “I mean really darling, did you think we were going to live happily ever after?”.

Crowley nearly broke at the look on your face when those words left his lips. He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t risk getting you hurt, it would be selfish to keep himself happy knowing you could be in danger.

“Fine,” you finally choked out, “it’s over.”

With that you were gone, walking quickly down the hall towards the elevators.

Crowley slammed the door to his flat, tossing off his glasses and running a hand over his face to try and stop his own tears. That was it, you were never going to forgive him now, Heaven only knows what Aziraphale was going to think of him.

He threw himself on the couch, head in his hands. He was fucked, but maybe it was what he deserved.

It wasn’t very long into the night that another knock sounded at his door. Crowley didn’t bother getting up from the couch, he was lying on his back, an arm thrown over his face while his other hung off the couch, a half-finished bottle of bourbon in his hand.

He jumped though when the door opened of its own accord and Aziraphale strode through, looking angrier than Crowley had ever seen before in the 6,000 years he’d known the angel.

“My dear boy you better have a perfectly good explanation as to why you caused Y/N to storm into the flat this evening crying,” Aziraphale spoke firmly, shutting the door behind him.

“Piss off,” Crowley groaned, throwing his arm back over his eyes and taking a swig from the bottle in his hand.

“No, you don’t get to push me away as well,” Aziraphale replied, coming around the couch and grabbing the bourbon from the demon throwing himself a pity party. “It took nearly an hour to console her enough to get her to tell me what happened.”

At that, Crowley’s heart shattered all over again, he really hurt you this time.

“I don’t deserve her angel, we all know that” Crowley spoke, managing to sit up rather ungracefully.

“So, you hurt her? Treat her with utter cruelty this entire week so that you could break her heart at the end of it?” Aziraphale retorted.

“It’s better this way,” Crowley sighed, looking up at the angel in front of him, Aziraphale could see the redness of his face, he’d been crying as well.

“You and I both know that to be completely untrue, you two are perfect for each other, you make each other happy, at least you did, until you mucked it up,” Aziraphale spoke curtly.

Crowley grit his teeth, “Hastur threatened her alright?! He said if I didn’t end things with Y/N they would! You and I both know they would kill her given the chance!”.

Aziraphale’s face fell, “I thought with what happened they were leaving us all alone?”.

“I did too, it was stupid of me to believe I could be happy with her,” Crowley replied, exasperated as he sat down on the couch.

Aziraphale was silent before he came and sat beside his best friend on the couch, putting a gentle hand on his knee.

“She deserves an explanation, at least more of one than what I plan to tell her when I get back, and an apology,” Aziraphale told Crowley before standing up and heading for the door. He turned back before leaving, “And you’re wrong.”

Crowley looked up, raising an eyebrow, “You deserve to be happy, both of you,” the angel finished, before pulling open the door and leaving the demon alone again.

*

The next day Crowley stood outside the bookshop. He felt hot, hotter than normal at least with being a demon and all. He also felt like he could throw up, something he had never done before but knew it would be unpleasant to behold.

Before he could psyche himself out, he pushed open the bookshop door. The familiar smell of old books was somewhat comforting. Aziraphale rounded the corner of one of the shelves, eyes falling on his best friend.

“She’s upstairs, I’ll get her, at least, I assume you’re not just here to skulk?” Aziraphale questioned.

"Please, I’ll be over there,” Crowley spoke, nodding to where two couches sat.

Aziraphale nodded before disappearing and Crowley turned, flipping the OPEN sign on the shop’s door to CLOSED. He didn’t need any human interrupting this asking if Aziraphale sold whatever a “Colleen Hoover” was.

Crowley sat then on one couch, taking off his sunglasses. He didn’t need to hide anything, especially not from you. You always said that his eyes were beautiful, he hoped maybe that there was some part of you that still did.

When Crowley heard footsteps he stood, smoothing down his jacket, he was more nervous than when he’d finally told you he loved you.

You soon appeared, Aziraphale in tow. Your hair was up, and you were dressed in more comfy clothes, leggings and a sweater. Your normal smile was replaced with an emotionless look, your arms were crossed.

“Love,” Crowley greeted, “can we talk? Please?”.

Your expression didn’t change as you shrugged, “Why should I listen?”.

Crowley was stung slightly from the coldness your voice, but he supposed after last night, it was a fair tone.

“I want to apologize,” Crowley told you. “Explain myself.”

You thought for a moment before sighing, “Fine,” you answered.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Aziraphale spoke up, giving you a knowing look that said he’d come running if needed.

You moved and sat across from Crowley on the other couch as he took his seat. It was silent for a few moments before Crowley began, “I know I have no right to ask your forgiveness darling, but you at least deserve to why I treated you the way I did.”

You didn’t respond, but Crowley kept going, “Hastur stopped by a few days ago, he told me Hell knows about our relationship. He threatened you love; he said if I didn’t break things off, they would. You mean everything to me, and it scared me. I couldn’t stay with you knowing you would be in danger, so I pushed you away and I know now that was stupid.”

“Incredibly stupid,” you commented, making Crowley sigh.

“I deserve every bit of hate you have for me right now, but I just wanted you to know I am sorry. You have no idea how much it hurt to see you walk away last night. But I only came to explain myself; you don’t need to forgive me,” Crowley finished.

“I know I don’t,” you answered.

Crowley hung his head, he knew you’d never forgiven him, th…

“But I will,” you spoke, cutting off Crowley’s thoughts.

When he looked up again, you only nodded.

“Thank you, angel,” Crowley told you.

“Aziraphale told me what you’d said last night, I know you wanted to protect me, but I can take care of myself, with or without you,” you said, and Crowley nodded.

“I-I know, I never should have said those things to you darling,” Crowley said.

You only nodded in response, Crowley ran a hand through his hair, “Can... can you, c’mere?” Crowley asked you.

Getting up from your spot, you walked to where Crowley sat across from you. Crowley took your hands in his. “I promise to make this right, completely, I’ll do whatever it takes. I love you, angel.”

You smiled just slightly, finally. “I love you too,” you replied.

Crowley brought your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently, lovingly.

Aziraphale rounded the corner again as you sat beside Crowley, looking rather pleased.

“Now, don’t you two go pulling anything like that again, it was hard enough getting our favorite demon to apologize this time,” Aziraphale spoke firmly, it made you giggle as you held one of Crowley’s hands in your lap.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Crowley replied, pressing a kiss to your head.

And besides, if someone dared come for you after this, he could promise it would be the last time Hell or Heaven ever crossed him again.

A/N: First, to whoever requested this, thank you and I hoped it lived up to what you were expecting! Thank you so much for reading, it really does mean a lot!! ❤ Second, let me know what you thought! Also, to those two who may be reading this and sent in requests I am going to get to those soon! I have been rather sick and also busy with work lately but will get to writing more very soon! 

[intothewestwing]

Ch 13 - If I Can't Love Her

Days would pass, and Belle and The Beast would develop a routine. Though she still refused to dine with the creature, she would offer to change his bandages, if he'd help her with hers. As it turns out, it was somewhat awkward being the only two in the castle with properly functioning hands. Sure, his were much larger than hers, but at least the process went by smoothly.

By spending so much time together, Belle was able to really study what kind of creature The Beast was. While he was humanoid, his body seemed to be an amalgamation of different types of animals. His horns were similar to those of a ram, but his claws were most similar to a wolf's. His ears resembled those of a cows, and were velvety in touch. His tail mostly resembled a lion, and while his face lacked a snout, his nose was dark and wet like a wild animal's, and the two small tusks that gave him an unforgivable lisp resembled those of a boar.

Though he appeared frightful, The Beast spoke intelligently, when he did speak at all. And had no trouble dressing and undressing himself, to which she was thankful for.

As The Beast's arm began to heal, Belle focused her attention to his other wounds; the scratches in his leg and the bites on his shoulders.

She had hoped she wouldn't have to tend to his shoulder, but even though Beast had been pretending it didn't bother him, she could tell it was more severe than he would let on.

After a long day of avoiding each other, Belle stood next to him in The West Wing, once again, and set down the warm water bowl on the table in front of her.

The Beast was dressed in his usual attire. A tattered cloak of deep purples and reds, a white (though stained) common shirt, and fitted velvet pants that tore around the edges. Up until now, Belle hadn't really noticed the smell emitting from them. But since they'd been stained with his blood, there was no denying the stench of blood, sweat, and animal hair.

She did her best not to gag when she finally sat next to him.

As per usual, Beast did his best to ignore the girl. There was a painfully awkward air between them, and he almost preferred to let his injuries infect and rot rather than be tended to by her.

Since the day she chose to remain in the castle rather than return home, she hadn't asked about the curse again, to which he was relieved. And he prayed it would stay that way.

Belle prepared the warm cloth in the bowl before clearing her throat.

"Um, could you..." She eyed his shoulder, still covered by his multiple layers of clothing.

Beast shifted uncomfortably in his seat before removing his cape and shirt, revealing his hairy torso, that matched the rest of his body. As soon as he did so, he turned his head away, as to avoid seeing her reaction. It was bad enough that he had to expose himself out of the shadows of his castle at all, and now he had to undress in front of her? How humiliating, he thought.

Belle took a second to compose herself. A week ago, she was running for her life from this creature, and now here he was, half naked as she tended to his wounds.

Strictly as a doctor would, she examined The Beast. The wound on his shoulder was definitely worse than he'd let on, but something else caught her eye. Stemming from the center of his chest was the inky blackness she had seen days earlier. It had since subsided from the rest of his body, and seemed to only appear here on his chest. She watched as his chest rose and fell. He seemed to be breathing fine, if a little quick. But aside from the grotesque appearance, he seemed unbothered by it.

Beast seemed to sense her hesitation, and turned away from her, to refocus her attention on his shoulder. His flesh was red and irritated, and there were clear bite marks from the feral wolves left in his skin. Like his arm, this one would leave a nasty scar. But luckily, Belle was able to acquire a small sewing kit from one of the servants. And if any of his injuries would require stitches, it would definitely be this one.

"Well," she started. "It's definitely infected."

Belle sighed, clearly annoyed, wringing the warm cloth in her hands.

"You should have told me if it was bothering you."

Beast scoffed. "You shouldn't have run into a pack of hungry wolves. Then this wouldn't have happened."

His voice was calm, but very matter-of-factly.

How pretentious of him, Belle thought as she rolled her eyes in response.

"If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away in the first place!"

Belle threw the cloth back into the bowl, letting the steaming water splash up onto the table.

"You shouldn't have been poking in places you don't belong!" Beast raised his voice. He began to breathe harder as she continued to argue with him.

"And you shouldn't imprison people over meaningless flowers!"

Belle stood and shouted down at The Beast. He would not be winning this one.

Unfortunately, his temper often got the better of him, and he would often say things he didn't truly mean.

Out of frustration, Beast threw his clothes on the ground and stood, facing Belle. He towered over her and spat his nasty words with such fury.

"I should have let the wolves devour you!" He growled.

Belle growled back, mockingly.

"And I should have left you in the woods to die!"

As stubborn as The Beast was, Belle could be just as so. She'd proven this multiple times already. But instead of becoming physical with her, like he had in the past when outmatched, he huffed and slumped back onto the cot in defeat.

She was right. She was the victim here, not him. Belle could have left him in the clearing for the wolves to feed on, and she would've had every reason to. But she didn't.

When Belle was satisfied with his silence, she calmly took her seat next to him and grabbed the cloth once more.

"Now," she sighed. "This is going to sting a bit. But I need you to hold still. Can you do that?"

Her voice had returned to its calm, gentle tone. Though she was still frustrated by his child-like temperament, the rest of the castle was dependent on his survival. And if he came down with a fever due to infection, there would be nothing more she could do.

Beast huffed and nodded his head, compliantly. But once she pressed the cloth into his wound, he let out a groan and gripped the sides of the cot.

Belle softly continued to press the cloth into his wound, cleaning out the dried blood, dirt, and sweat that had built up inside of it. As she did so, she noticed aged scars that seemed to cover the length of his back. They were faint under his hair, but still visible. Belle wondered if he'd tussled with wolves before, but these didn't look like animal scratches. If anything, they looked more like markings from a whip that she'd seen on livestock in the village.

What had he been through?

As The Beast continued to moan through the pain, Belle found herself subconsciously hushing him, like a mother to a crying child. Whispering "It's almost done... It's alright.... Almost over...." until the wound was cleaned, donned with ointment, and bandaged appropriately. Once she was finished, she placed her cloth in the bowl and dried her hands on her dress.

"I-" The Beast broke the silence. "I never thanked you for not leaving me to die. I didn't deserve your pity, your kindness."

Belle froze in place. One, because she was shocked at his sudden gratitude. But second, because his words were almost verbatim what The Enchantress had said to her, nights prior. She hadn't thought about that odd exchange since it happened, but as he spoke to her now, it seemed too coincidental to be insignificant.

She smiled softly and placed her hands in her lap.

"Who am I to deem who, or what, is worthy of kindness?" Her words were plain but rang true, as she had spoken similar words to The Enchantress before. Even now, she still believed them.

"And I never thanked you for saving me," she sighed. "So thank you."

For the first time, she saw the hint of a smile come from The Beast.

"You're welcome."

[ab--n]

Danganronpa: Friends and Foes with stars above Prologue

One fine mansion

(quick author note blue mean Verins thoughts reacting to her surroundings not describing them, while orange means key info)

Do you feel REAL? Do you feel accomplished? Do you feel if you were just born in a different time and place, that everything would be slightly better? I felt like that for who knows how long. Maybe if I could just change something. If I could had just stop them, I would be better. Would the person who gave me this letter would know about this feeling.

As I looked at the letter one more time, I felt an aura that I can't really describe. There’s no time now, let's meet this person.

“Hm? Do you want to know more about me? Okay then… My name is Verin. I know, I’m a bit off. I would rather not overshare.”

“Someone gave me this letter when I came back for groceries. It says to come to the lily garden near the pond. It also says a specific time too… I’m worried frankly. That garden in particular is infamous… But it says that the mysterious person will help with any problem I have at the moment. Maybe just this once.”

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As I look at the garden’s gate and with a moment of hesitation I fly them open. I took a step forward and was knocked unconscious.

Things can only get worse from here. 

I suddenly woke up on a metal floor with my left foot chained to the wall.

My senses were taken by a horrible smell and I scurried to get back on my feet. In my panic I did not realize the muffled sound from the other side of the room. When I did I saw someone familiar. Then they start talking. “ Ugh.. Hm? Who are you, may I ask?”

 “Me?.... Verin, call me Verin. Who are you?”

“You can call me Dragon Knight, or DK for short.”

We stand in awkward silence. Suddenly he took his hand and ripped the cuffs off. I was confused until I saw his hands,

Purple sharp claws… so that’s how he ripped them off so easily. I should ask him to do the same for me.

“Hey, can you cut mines too?”

“Sure, young one.”

After that was a slash and the sound of clicking of metal hitting the ground.

“Thanks! Also, quick question, do you know where we are, I haven't seen a place like this anywhere..”

“No, I haven't seen a place like this anywhere. But it looks like Shiver star. I wonder why that person took us here out of all places?”

“Wait! You got that message too?”

This is bad. It seems like this was planned. Wait… how does he know what shiver star looks like? I’ll ask about that later. 

“My letter wasn't originally mine… it belong to one of my children. I’m glad I took it to check it instead of being ignorant.” 

“Wait, what? Whoever was the sick person who brought us here tried to kidnap a child?”

Great! Even worse. Now I should be careful just in case. Who knows if the person who brought me and DK here wants to hurt us.. 

“I.. Really don’t know. Our main focus should be getting out of here.”

He’s right, and plus I don’t want my newly bought food to spoil.

DK seems to be investigating the room that we are in. This place is dark.

Other than the moss and rotting plants. Nothing seems to be of importance here in my side. Wonder if DK got any luck…

“ um.. Excuse me DK, but have you got anything so far?”

“ No, nothing in particular on my side except this.”

There was a poster on the wall that had writing that neither me or DK understands. DK, confused as I am, puts his hands on it. The poster, well now the hidden switch succumbs easily to the pressure.

As the room starts to shake one of the walls moves to show stairs up.

The stairs themselves looked much better than the rest of the room. 

“I did not expect that to happen. Verin, are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, What.. happened though?”

 “Turns out that the poster is a hidden button for this passageway. We have no time to lose so let’s go!”

With his voice covered in worry, Me and DK went up the stairs albeit carefully. After what felt like forever we got up the stairs only to find two more people coming out of a room of their own. 

A doll-like girl and a waddle dee with freckles. Both were surprised to see us. The former quickly got over it and skipped over to us, she then began to introduce herself.

“Hi! Dolly is happy to meet you! What are your two guys names?”

“My name is Dragon Knight, and this moth-like girl is named Verin. May I ask who that waddle dee is over there?”

“Hmm? Oh you mean Archie! Yes, that is his name! Archie was with Dolly when we were put into a ugly room! ”

As Dolly rambled on about how her and Archie got put into this situation, Archie is staring at a yellow monitor on a nearby pillar. DK caught wind of this and asked the kid about it.

“Hmm? Oh! I don't know why but I got a bad feeling about this thing. It seems off. I know this place is much better than down in those dungeons, but a high tech monitor in here looks out of place! Do you understand?”

“I do, but I doubt it’s something to worry about-”

DK got suddenly interrupted by the yellow monitor turning on. A care free voice starts talking.

“Check check one two three! Can everyone hear me? Yes? then perfect!”

The voice sounded like it had no worry in the world, But I can still hear malice from it. Does this voice belong to the same person who kidnaped us?

“Welcome freaks to this mansion! The ULTIMATE mansion! Sixteen participants are put in groups of four, and are trapped in these attack-proof rooms. And the only way out is to kill someone and get away with it! Boy isn’t that interesting and exciting!

The voice said that so nonchalantly, and so fast. It’s like this is they have said this millionth time. 

“Oh, and poison will slowly be put into the rooms, only two rooms will be free of it! No more poison will come when someone eventually kicks the bucket. Welp, that is the end of this introduction to the game! Monodoo out!”

I feel like everything’s going too fast, I feel like my consciousness is fading… maybe when I wake up, it will all be a weird dream. To kill or die, I hardly believe it.

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i lied, today is the day that I'm done!

Thank you to those participating! character featured are...

Verin belongs to @the-chaos-axolotl

Dragon Knight belongs to @smaaenart

Dolly belongs to @ilikesillythingswooo

Archie belongs to @george228732

and thank you for reading! This is the first time i made fanfic so just tell me if I wrote one of these goobers out of character. I finished this early surprisingly, anyway. I hope you have a good day!

[geeksauruse]

Hii! I’m not super sure how matchup requests work but may I please have a matchup with a bayverse turtle if that’s alright? I’m 5’2, petite, (too) pale with freckles, I have long (40inch) brown hair that i love letting my friends play with and style, um I’m pretty calm and my friends say I’m “the embodiment of tiny flowers” and “10/10 must hug” (I don’t get it :,3) I love flowercore and lovecore and wear dresses and skirts in any pastel color but mainly pinks and yellows and purples<33 Donnie is my crush but I would love to see who others think I’d pair with! I hope this wasn’t a bother and that you’re having a good day! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this okay byeee!<333333

totally fine that your new to match ups! Any way sorry for the wait on this ,for the Bayverse  boys I tie you with Donnie and Raphael but I would pair you with…

Raphael!

Not going to lie, Raph really was hesitant to trust you, and when he say you around his brother Donnie and how sweet you were he was scared that you would be scared of him.

He’s pretty intimidating so he went to your best friend Donnie for advice on approaching you.

It was a messy meeting, it kinda when along the lines of him giving himself a pep talk, walking up to you and saying that you looked nice in the old timey sweater you wore.

Except, he don’t say it well…

“ nice sweater yer wearing,did ya did it in a thrift store?”

Not your best comment Raphael.

Thankfully he made it up with an” it matches yer hair”

From then on you two only grew closer and when he realised he had feeling he tried his hardest to suppress them, in the early parts of your friendship you told him you had a crush on his purple masked wearing brother.

It made it so much harder because he loved everything about you, and how different you two were.

He loved the Color’s you wore without a doubt to the point that he made you a sweater in your favourite pastel colours.

He loved how calm and kind you were, whenever he got mad or almost blew up at Leo, he started to see you and your comforting vibes of calm and serenity.

Thinks your size difference is the cutest thing and he secretly loves to pick you up because  it’s the closest thing to a hug that he’s willing to give( to manly to give hugs in public or private)

He liked you a lot but didn’t want to come between you and Donnie, so he just resented  himself for not being good enough for someone as sweet and small as you.

Turns out that crush had left after your relationship with Raphael had stated to bloom, you thought he was ignoring you now cause you did something.

Confronting him went as this, you ask him what’s wrong, states that you like donnie and not him( insert sad insecure boy) and you have to tell him you did like him.

Bro is confused af.

What did you just say?

When y’all started to date, he started knitting more and more floral things, he even makes you a daisy out of a small peice of wood for your birthday.

He loves to get you gifts and little things he thinks your like.

Raphael needs someone who is sweet and kind but can put him back in his place if he’s in the wrong or to at least be able to calm him down when he is in a rage.

You check both of these boxes so he fell for you!

Hope you enjoyed your matchup, have a great day!🌈❤️😊🐢✨😌🧸🌸💜🙃🌧️🌹🥲🧡🌟😍🤗💐🤟💖🌻👍🪷🌺✅

[grayintogreen]

(different anon) I think even Brevyn was supposed to be some sort of mirror to what Yasha was to Molly.

Also, and this is kinda unrelated, but do you remember the evil monologue? Lucien said that "when I died, when I scattered, and they put me back together, I was given a view behind the curtain and I saw the fallacy I had given everything for". This monologue made me think that he worshiped the Somnovem as gods before dying, then he saw them for what they truly were during those two years as purple stardust, and then, after waking up from the resurrection, he didn't see them as gods anymore. But that is not what happened in the book...

And Vess being an almost good guy being confronted by the villain with schizophrenia like characteristics did not sit well with me but it's more of a personal thing in this case...

I really really wanted to like the book in its entirety but maybe my expectations were too high...

Anyway, I love your Tombtakers origin story and it will always be canon in my heart!

AND THAT WOULD BE FINE IF NOT FOR CREE BEING RIGHT THERE ALREADY BEING THAT PARALLEL!!! The difference being… what? That Lucien betrayed her and do the comparison isn’t valid? I just can’t fucking handle the disrespect for my girl here.

YEAH THE BOOK SKIPPED RIGHT THE FUCK OVER HIS ASTRAL SEA FIELD TRIP LIKE UM THAT WAS IMPLICITLY CANON. Like the way Culpasi was talking it was like NOTHING happened when Lucien was scattered. Excuse??

Yeah I did not like that Vess was treated like a heroic person who had actually been fighting back against the Somnovem after fucking up. That’s not the way she talked to the Nein during the speak with dead, declaring herself the Nonagon and GLEEFULLY talking about how she literally tortured someone beyond death. That was bullshit and I had almost forgotten about it. Vess doesn’t deserve that kind of fucking redemption when there’s zero indication she’s changed like THEN WHY WERE YOU AT THE DEVIL’S SABBATH VESS???

My expectations were definitely high but I was not expecting so much to just be flat out offensively wrong like damn Africa what happened.

THANK YOU. I’ve gotten a lot of positive response about that and it’s not helping my ego but… I don’t think it’s ego to think you can do better when so much canon got blatantly ignored or overwritten. AND MY GIRL WAS SHAFTED. SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE SECONDARY PROTAGONIST.

[rustedhearts]

losing dogs (troubled!steve harrington x pregnant fem!reader)

summary: your ex boyfriend learns he's going to be a father—will he step up? or is steve harrington doomed to the life of sin he was born into?

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the sinner ✶ the library ✶ record store

tags: drug use/abuse, angst, pregnancy!, mention of previous domestic abuse, toxic relationship, not edited again so ignore mistakes pls.

"tell your baby that i'm your baby. i bet on losing dogs. i know they're losing and i pay for my place by the ring, where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down."

— i bet on losing dogs, mitski

rural midwest. summer, 2009.

"So, the doctor says everything's on track for twenty-six weeks. Her heartbeat's strong, and all....that."

It had been nearly two weeks since Steve's release from County. Early release for good behavior. You snickered when you got the call—Steve didn't have good behavior. But he had enough cash stashed under various floorboards and shoved into different hiding places to earn himself such.

About twenty weeks since you visited him at County and held up a square piece of paper with a black and grey blob on it. Pressed it to the glass block between the pair of you and watched his eyes blow wide.

"I'm pregnant, Steve."

Surprisingly, he never even asked if it was his. He must've known—after all, it had been a while since you'd seen each other. After the last lapse in judgement (also known as the night of conception), you cut him off completely. You wanted a clean break, even promised yourself a fresh start with a new place. A trailer on the other side of town, closer to the city. You were inching your way there, hoarding all the tips you made and saving them for the day you'd finally make it out.

But then...this. Her. The little baby in your belly that would look like Steve.

And it had only been two weeks since Steve left County.

But here he was at the diner: pale, clammy, and rocking in the vinyl booth.

"Uh-...Uh huh," Steve stuttered, nibbling on the skin of his bottom lip.

He had his hands shoved into the pockets of a weighted, canvas camo. Shoulders hunched up high near his ears to pull in warmth.

It was eighty-nine degrees out and the diner didn't have central air. A dampness clung to the back of your maternity dress and festered under your hair.

But he was on parole. He was being watched. Drug tested regularly. He wouldn't be this stupid, right?

Steve never touched drugs harder than marijuana when you were together. All those years—even when he was dealing it or moving it himself—Steve never once touched anything. Alcohol? Sure, he had a bender or two.

But something like this? Sweats, disorientation, a way of twitching his neck and cocking it out like someone was twisting his ear.

Never something like this.

Maybe it was because he was the father of your child. Maybe it was because you were counting on him to be there now that he was out of jail, now that he could do something. Maybe you thought telling him he was going to have a living, breathing child with his face and his DNA running around in the world in ten weeks would break him from whatever evil, downward spiral he'd been on for the past decade.

But you couldn't bring yourself to catch onto the glaringly obvious just yet.

"Um...the trailer's a two bedroom, so I'm setting up the spare room as a nursery. I've been reading about different ways for babies to sleep, and I think I'd like her to sleep with me for a bit, you know? So she's closer, and...and I can watch her. Um, but maybe you could help a little? There's a bassinet I was looking at—"

"Huh?"

"A bassinet," you enunciated. "It's like a cradle?"

Steve shuddered, rocking forward a little more. He jostled the table, and you steadied the mug of tea sitting in front of you.

"Oh...oh-oh-kay."

The longer you watched—eyeing the purpled skin hollowed under his eyes, and the pale, almost grayness of his skin collecting sweat like scales, the wideness of his shoulders narrow in and tremble—the worse the sour taste in your mouth became.

He was high. This was something worse.

You inched forward, huddling closer to the table as far as your bulging stomach would allow. You kept your voice low and stern.

"Are you fucking high right now, Steve?"

Steve pulled one hand from his pocket, and it went at snail's pace to his face. He wiped the sweat at his brow, cursing when his hand knocked his mug and nearly tipped it on the way back down.

"Huh? No...no, m' not...Not high."

He licked his lips, and you could only stomach another moment of watching his pale, greyed face twist with another wave of burning pain before you were jostling the table in your struggle to stand.

“Jesus, Steve—“

“‘m not—m’ not fuckin’ high, Jesus! Sit back down.”

His voice wavered somewhere between his previous sternness when he used to boss you around, and the junkyard dog growling for scraps.

But you couldn’t be bossed around anymore. You weren’t his rope to tug around, his boomerang to throw against the wall and wait to see if you’d come right back. You would no longer go running back to the man shaking in the diner booth. You had a little girl to think of. You had a future to plan for, and it was no longer just your own.

When you managed to squeeze your way out of the booth, Steve’s sticky hand snatched at your arm to pull you back.

“Sit the fuck back down—“

You spun sharply, teeth gritted tightly together as you pulled at your arm. “You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

The purpled skin under his eyes looked worse up close. Almost violet—brightened with red undertones and blue spots. They were veined and puffy, and the patches of skin under his nostrils were pink. You didn’t notice that at first. Why didn’t you notice that?

Steve pulled his fingers away slowly, dropping them on the table. “I-I know.”

You sighed, cradling your spine and pushing out the pressure on your stomach. It grew bigger every day it seemed, bulging wider and wider under fabric. You spoke to your belly at night, when the trailer seemed so much bigger than it was and every noise in the park made you cower.

Despite your every wish not to, part of you ached for Steve. In those moments when you cowered and squeezed your eyes shut in the darkness, you longed for Steve’s body behind you. On the other side of the bed, steady and warm and firm. A gun on the nightstand and a hand always ready for it.

Steve might’ve been a terrible man, but he never would’ve let someone hurt you. Only he could do that.

“You’re high, Steve.” You breathed out slowly, head shaking. “And don’t lie and tell me you aren’t.”

Steve kept your gaze for a moment before ripping it away, tapping two fingers on the linoleum with vigor. His knee hadn’t stopped bouncing the whole time.

“Fine,” he murmured. “Yeah, so-so what?”

“I can’t believe I thought you’d change.”

Steve brought his lip between his teeth again, chewing on the already cracked skin. He tapped the table again in a stuttered rhythm. His knee bouncing knocked the salt shaker over and it slid across the table when he reached out to fix it too quickly.

“You know what? Don’t worry about the bassinet, Steve. I’ve got it all covered. Just…leave us alone.”

He kept his head down the whole time until you were gone. Waited for you to leave with a sharp ding through the diner door, and then he watched you through the window. He watched you stagger your way toward the beater you bought a few months ago. He could almost hear the rusted whine when the door flung open.

He wanted to run after you. He wanted to tell you that he didn’t want to leave you alone. He wanted to say he’d find a bassinet, and he’d do whatever else you wanted.

But he was scratching at his thigh and fighting off the urge to rip his face off. Because all he could think of was another hit. Another line. Another pill. He knew it was all waiting for him back home. Back home where his bed still reminded him of you, and the stain on the kitchen wall where he broke a bowl of chili that he threw at you. He laid in front of it one night when he was off his face and tried to scrub the paint free of chili.

But he couldn’t.

And he couldn’t be the man you wanted him to be.

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At the trailer, you sat on a plastic foldout chair in the baby’s room. It was the only item in the room. The only thing you had. You stared at the blank, yellow walls, and ran your hand gently over your stomach.

“Hey, butterfly,” you whispered, making a circle with two fingers over your navel. “It’s your mommy. I’m sure you know that.”

You leaned back into the plastic and sighed. When you shut your eyes, you saw Steve's grey and purple and clammy skin. You saw his hazel eyes rimmed with red and swollen in poor health. You suddenly could not conjure an image of Steve before your break-up.

Fighting the urge to dig up the old photos in a shoebox in your closet took more effort than you wanted it to.

"Your daddy wants to be here, but...he's just going through a hard time. Your daddy is...complicated. I hope you never have to know that."

You lifted your heels to rock the chair, but quickly stopped yourself. The rocker you wanted was too expensive and your mother wouldn't lend you money. Steve couldn't even pay for a bassinet. You had an application for a second job sitting on the kitchen counter next to two baby bottles.

"We'll be okay," you tell your stomach, flattening your hand to rub again. "Just us girls. I'll do my best to make it feel like home."

You stared into the buttery walls in silence for a while. Imagined a changing table pressed against it with a fluffy pink blanket. The bassinet you wanted somewhere nearby, and a baby wriggling inside it, all swaddled up. A mobile of butterflies that would tinkle a slow tune. A brown teddy bear and a letter block on a small shelf.

A clatter against the porch had you jolting upward. Your hands immediately went to your stomach, which you kept close watch of as you inched toward the hall. A creak, then a groan, then another soft clatter against the aluminum of the storm door. A set of footsteps hurried down the steps and over the unmanicured lawn. You poked your head around the wall and peeked into the living room, where a small window overlooked the park.

When you were certain no one was out there, you swung open the door and paused. A crumpled, bulging envelope fell into the doorway, tucked between the storm door and the wood grain of the one against your palm. You let it go to bend for the envelope, flipping it over to reveal a familiar, unkempt scrawl.

For her.

You could almost smell him on it, could see his dirtied fingerprints on the crisp edges of the stack of bills. There must've been hundreds crammed in there. You would count it later when you could bring yourself to stop sobbing.

And when the sun started to set, you gave into old urges and rifled through your closet. The box of old photos was exactly where you left it—and inside, atop the stack of Polaroids and developed film, was a faded green flannel. You sank onto your bed and brought it to your nose.

It smelled like autumns and winters at the old house, huddled under old quilts and towels for warmth. When the heat went out and Steve was too busy spending another night at the bar or in a cell to care. When he was in the kitchen counting cash and smoking a cigarette and hadn't bothered to tell you goodnight.

Or when he came home from County again and brought you a single-stemmed rose. When he'd kiss you in the front seat of his truck after helping you up, buckling you in with those firm, dirty hands. When you curled up in his lap on the couch, nuzzled into his neck and feeling the buttons barely hanging on against his neck. Felt his heartbeat on your cheek, against your palm. Felt his breath tickle your hair. Felt his hand on your back and your thigh, holding you close.

You could never decide between hating and loving Steve. He never let you think about one or the other for too long. The line he dangled you on started out frayed and over the years, you struggled to hang on.

Despite the fact that you were no longer together, you still felt that line getting tugged. For the sake of your daughter, you knew you had to cut it down for good.

But could you?

[poker-helix]

Auspicious Meeting

Here's something I haven't done before. I've had this little writing for a while now, but I decided to post it cause... I actually don't know why! So enjoy this little difference in content from me!

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The room was bursting with energy as the band played a lively tune and the conversations filled up the room with gossip and drama. People were together all over the room, scattered in groups huddled near tables, corners, or wherever else they could find space to socialize. It seemed as though no one was by themselves here, with everyone partaking in the fun or entertainment of it all.

Well, almost everyone...

In a booth stashed away in the far edge of the speakeasy was a man reading away at a small velvet colored book. He wore a yellow shirt with black suspenders over his shoulders, topped off with a dark grey fedora type hat.

Normally, this man wouldn't be of any note other than being just another person in a room filled with people. But that wasn't the situation for him. In fact, whispers circled around the room about him.

Technically speaking, he was one of the most successful business entrepreneurs of the three towns, with a successful business in many fields. But everyone knew how he really earned his money. All those businesses he owned, mere fronts to hide his real operations.

He was Marcus Wilderman, bootlegger, racketeer, and one of the leading criminals in the city.

He was certainly the most visible of them too. Always wearing a smile on his face, attracting others with his friendly demeanor, and putting his best foot forward, he was both beloved and feared by many.

And here he was today, still keeping with his welcoming charm and positive attitude. But this time there was more lying beneath this facade of his.

He had received an offer from one of the other most powerful criminals in the city, and he was preparing to meet with them.

What truly intrigued him though was the fact that he didn't have any information on this person, he didn't even have good description of them.

With such mystery surrounding this person, he took precautions to ensure that things didn't take an unexpected turn. He had his own men disguised within the room as to appear like any other guest, ready to swoop in should things get hairy.

10 minutes after the agreed upon time and waiting, Marcus was preparing to leave. Yet right as he was about to get up, a person sat in the seat directly across the table from him.

He looked at the person, slightly confused. It was woman, wearing a simple purple dress and of dark complexion. She glanced at him, seemingly examining him, before she gave an expression indicating a slight amusement.

"Um, my apologies ma'am, do I know?" Marcus asked, still questioning why she was here.

The woman responded back "I believe I am here to discuss business with you, Mr. Wilderman"

Her voice sounded elegant and refined, yet it also contained just that bit of veiled persuasion that hid behind her voice.

"So," Marcus started, "you're the one who sent me that offer?"

"That is correct, yes. And it seems like you have an taken interest in it, given that you're here right now"

The woman then gave a slight chuckle, hiding her smile behind her hand

"Well, I've never been one to ignore a proposition" Marcus responded "So, what's this 'offer' you have for me?"

The woman then leaned over just that slight bit so that her eyes locked in with his.

"I want to form a partnership between our two operations"

While he didn't show it, Marcus was stunned to hear this. He questioned if she was serious

Why would she want to be partners? Why offer this now? What was she up to exactly?

Marcus soon found his courage and responded back

"I see... and how should this so-called 'partnership' work, exactly?"

The woman only smiled and laid out her terms

"It's simple, we control our own respective operations, but eveything is to be organized between the two of us. With your muscle and my connections, we can ensure far more profit than we could alone."

Despite this enticing offer, Marcus was still suspicious of her true motives. He knew that she was attempting to get him onboard with this plan, not to mention the fact that he didn't he know much about her.

"Well, you certainly make quite the offer" Marcus said after a long pause "but what were to happen, say, if I refuse?"

The woman simply sat further back into her chair and, still smiling, responded "Well, I suppose I can take this offer to one of the other bosses, and we'll see how you fair on your own, should they accept..."

After a few seconds, she got up and prepared to leave before Marcus spoke up

"Wait!" He said in a harsh low tone, so as to not disturb the other attendees and make a scene.

For brief moment, a few of the men he had around the room saw this and almost came over, thinking something had happened. Marcus had to quickly glance at them to indicate that everything was ok before they backed away, making sure the woman didn't notice.

The woman simply turned back and sat right back down before questioning him one last time

"So, is that a yes I hear?" She said as she raised out her hand to him

Marcus accepted it and spoke "Do you have a name I can use then?"

The woman smiled again "Synthia Henderson"

"Well then, Ms. Henderson, it's a pleasure doing business with you then"

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Well, that was a lot of typing! I really like how this turned out, seeing this is my first time doing something like this. There may be some typos or mistakes (even after I check for them tbh - -') but I still think that this good enough!

If enough people like this, I may do another one of these! Who knows!

Anyways, have a good day, fellas!

[bartxnhood]

something more

gif not mine

| andrew!peter x gn!reader

based on this request

warnings: typical friends to lovers. mentions of peters injuries bc he’s always injured lol

authors note: hi yes. i um… i got carried away with this one so i forgot to reply directly to the request but oh well still hope you all enjoy this <3

(not proofread)

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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the lights shimmering against your window from the city above were mesmerizing. similar to stars. you kept getting distracted from the book in your hands, eyes going back and forth between the words and the lights. the light hum in the background from your computer, a playlist you listened to daily. just something for ambiance. you closed the book and saw it on your nightstand, switching places with your phone. the light from the phone lit up your face as you look through your messages. you hadn’t heard from peter most of the day. which, you thought was unusual, especially lately. he’s been sneaking around lately, you knew him very well. better than you know yourself. but, if he wanted privacy, you had to respect that.

you’ve known peter since you were in diapers, your parent's close friends and your parents kept in touch with his aunt and uncle. the two of you had always been connected at the hip, you did everything together. there wasn’t a moment where you weren’t together. everyone expected you with him and vice versa. you never thought about being in love with peter, until the end of middle school. something changed, and you just saw him in a different light. you had never brought it up. afraid of ruining your friendship, you would rather surprise your feelings if it meant keeping him in your life, instead of him maybe not loving you back.

which wasn’t the case, peter did love you back. he had the same fear as you. he wanted to protect his heart, but he was so in love with you. every freckle, every mole, every scar. everything. it was so easy to get lost in your eyes, his whole world was behind them. you could never do anything to make him not like you any less. he’d do anything to keep you safe. that’s why, when he became spiderman he began to slowly distance himself. he couldn’t stand to see you get hurt, he’d rather die than see you harmed. it was hard. very. he saw your texts but he was too afraid to reply to them. he hated doing this to you. he was trying to convince himself it was for the best, but he started to miss you. a lot. your perfume, your laughs, snarky comments, your warmth, your eyes. you were a peters person. you grounded him, he’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to

peter was the happiest when he was right next to you.

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by the next morning, you had already beat your mom up. you couldn’t sleep. it was impossible, not knowing what peter was doing or not seeing him in a few days. you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone debating if you should text him again. what if you were bothering him? what if he didn’t want to hear from you? “cmon y/n..” you whispered, shutting off the device and tossing it behind you. Your mom came in, tapping on your door lightly. “y/n, honey?” she hummed with a warm tone. “yeah, mom?” you watched her come in and lean on the door frame. “your boyfriend is here” she winked. your face lit up, you grabbed your bag at the foot of your bed, turning around and grabbing your phone before heading to the door. “by mom, love you!” you opened the door, walking out and spotting peter.

“hey, parker! you’ve been ignoring my texts” you came up behind him and playfully hit his shoulder. he turned his head to look at you revealing the blue and purple circle around his eye and you froze. “pete..” you brought your hand to his cheek. “what happened?” he shook his head, waving you off. “i was out last night riding on my board and ran into a group of bad guys. i’m okay, doc said i’ll be fine” he lied through his teeth. he had to. he couldn’t tell you that he was out fighting mutant monsters in the night. “i’m fine, y/n. swear” he put his hand over his heart and gave you a reassuring smile. you hesitated a bit, but you only took his word. “fine, but if it happens again call me. i’ll fight them off. no one touching my peter parker” you crossed your arms, acting confident but in reality, you wouldn’t harm a fly. he laughed, draping his arm over your shoulder.

he was always touching you in some way, a hand on your back, around your shoulders, or linking arms. you never told him to stop, it never bothered you. which probably fueled your burning love for him but it was whatever. you loved it.

now, after three classes you stood at your locker waiting for your friend. it was a free period so you usually studied with peter on the bleachers or courtyard. you stood on your phone, just to pass a few minutes while peter fought off the crowd of students to find you. peter saw you a few feet away, nose stuck in the phone. usual. he walked up slowly, he didn’t want to bother you, he just wanted to see how long he could get away with staring at you. okay, maybe it was an excuse just to stare at your beauty. he’d take his chances. “whatcha doin?” he suddenly spoke, causing you to jump and frail your arms. “parker!” you huffed, putting your hand over your chest then laughing. peter laughed along with you then wrapped his arms around you. “sorry, it was just too easy.”

peter decided to sit in the courtyard so the football team wouldn’t be distracting. he sat next to you at the round table. despite all of the room he was right against you. legs touching as you both read from the textbooks on the table. “what did you get for five?” you asked, bringing your pencil to the paper to check your answers. “fifteen” he answered. you smiled. “got it” you said under your breath. peter chuckled softly, his eyes looking away from the book over to you. he glanced at your face through his eyelashes. he couldn’t help but smile. “oh!” you remembered, turning your head to him but he was already looking at you. you froze for a few seconds just staring at him. he was so beautiful. “i uh..passed that test you’ve been helping me study for, thank you” you smiled.

peters eyes widened, arms quickly going around you and rocked you. “that’s great, y/n!” you laughed. “thank you, peter” you put your pencil down, done with studying and peter released his grip on you.

“you doing anything tonight?” he asked returning to his textbook. you shook your head. “other than reading? no” you smiled, stuffing your books back in your bag. you heard peter scoff. “you’re always reading, do you ever have any fun?” he teased, punching your arm playfully. you rolled your eyes. “reading is fun, i would think at least you would agree” you turned back to him, giving your full attention. peter nodded, “i need to teach you how to skate” he grinned, you sighed. “remember last time? i almost broke my ankle” he laughed, head going down to the table as his shoulders bounced. “that was hilarious, but i am sorry” he looked at you.

it went quiet for a second, just the two of you staring at each other. peter would steal glances at your lips. should he do it? he began to lean in slowly. you did too. what this actually happening? we’re you about to kiss him?

the bell was quick to interrupt you, peter started gathering his things. “well, that’s my cue. big test” he sighed, throwing the bag over his shoulder. he sent you a smile, “i’ll catch you later, y/n/n. love you” he placed a kiss on the top of your head and walked away.

“love you too, parker” you sighed. you watched him walk away. your eyes never left him. god. does he know what he does to you when he does that?

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when you got home that afternoon you were so tired. you mentally cursed at the fact that you woke up so early. you dropped your bag at your desk and went over to your bed falling back on it. you continued to think about peters pet names and affection around you. you just wished you could be open about your feelings. everyone around you saw how much you loved him. they even saw the way he looked at you. people had mistaken you for a couple before but the both of you always denied it. it was so mentally straining, you just always told yourself you needed to get over it. move on. find someone else. but you couldn’t. peter was your home.

“leaving for work, y/n! food is in the fridge!” your mom said followed by the door closing. with a grunt, you pushed yourself off the bed going to your dresser and pulling out some old clothes you’d use as pajamas. after changing and taking off your makeup, you decided on a cup of tea to accompany you while you read until you got tired. your life wasn’t very exciting, that’s why you loved having peter around. he made you forget about all of your insecurities. he made your life more exciting.

your nose was stuck in your book again not even seeing peter standing outside your window until he started knocking. you jumped, tossing the book by your side. wide-eyed staring at an injured peter on your window seal. quickly you walked, well, actually ran to him. you unlocked your window and pushed it open grabbing his arm. “jesus christ peter, what the hell happened?!” you closed the window and turned to him. he was covered in blood, on his face, seeping through his gray shirt. “are you wearing my shirt?” he asked, holding his side. a smile tugging on his chapped and busted lips. “yes it is. now go sit, i’ll look for moms emergency kit” you pointed to the bed.

he limped his way to your bed, he hated the idea of ruining your comforter so he just stood there, waiting for you. he hadn’t visited you in a while, not since he became spiderman. he looked around, looking at everything decorating your room. he looked to your nightstand. a picture of you and him was framed. a grin formed on his face. it was new. “peter!” you walked back into your room, seeing him still standing. “i found the kit. sit.” he shook his head, “i don’t wanna ruin your covers.” you sighed, opening the box looking for the items you needed. “i don’t care, i have more. just sit, please.” you looked over your shoulder giving him a pleasing look. he finally complied, slowly lowering himself. he felt an immersive feeling of pain in his side. you finally found what you needed, you also had a washcloth with warm water. you turned to peter, and gently took the rag to his face, dabbing off the blood. “what happened?” you asked.

peter fell silent. he only stared at you. he stared at your eyes, every marking on your face. taking in all of your beauty. he couldn’t tell you. not now. he tried his best to avoid your question. “i’m sorry for barging in. i didn’t know where else to go” he sighed. you looked at his eyes, you saw the pain. you brought the rag away from his face, setting it aside. “don’t apologize, parker. i’m always here for you. no matter what you’re going through” you put your hand on his shoulder smiling at him, reaching for a few bandages to protect his wounded face. “i’m glad you did. you’ve been distant. and i really miss you.” you frowned, throwing away the wrappers. he sighed. “i know. and i’m sorry, but i promise i’m okay” he reached for your arm. you looked at him, then eyes going to his shirt. “let me see your side. you’re still bleeding”

reluctantly he sat up a bit, raising his shirt revealing a few gashes and a large stab wound. your eyes widened, your hand covering your mouth gasping. “peter..” you breathed, then pushed hair from your face. you saw the black and blue bruising, like on his eye. the gashes were deep. very deep. “what is happening to you..?” tears welling up in your eyes. when he saw your tears, he quickly put his shirt down and cupped your face. “hey hey, don’t cry. it’s okay.” you shook your head, staring back at him. “no peter. you’re getting hurt. please..who is doing this to you?“ now tears began falling, he wiped them away with his calloused thumbs. “i..i cant say” he finally admitted.

you pulled away from his touch, sniffling. you turned to the medical kit, rummaging through things for his wounds. “you can’t trust me?” you asked. he looked at you raising his eyebrows. “what? no.” you sighed, dropping the items. “then why can't you tell me, pete? you’re going out getting hurt. you’re being distant making me feel like i’m not important anymore.” you started, okay, maybe you should stop before you get angry.

“i can't keep doing this, knowing you’re out there. what am i supposed to do if you die? how could i live with myself then? i cant. i need you peter” you cried. you brought your hands up to your cheeks wiping the tears away. “y/n..” he stood up, reaching for you. he wanted to hold you, tell you that everything was going to be okay. “what happened peter? tell me! i deserve to know” you yelled. you were now letting all your anger out. “i know you better than anyone. i know you better than myself. i see the way you act. i know when something is up, parker”

“i’m spiderman, okay?!” he snapped. “i’m spiderman…” he whispered, he avoided your gaze. he just ruined everything. you dropped your hands, staring at him. eyes blurry from the tears. “you..?” how could he hide something like this from you? it was huge. your best friend. your world. “why didn't you tell me?” peter stared at you, now his eyes began to get red.

“because..” he started. oh boy. this was about to get messy. “because i don’t want you in danger, y/n. what if something happened to you? you’re the most important person in my life. i would do anything to keep you safe. even if it meant that i had to be a bit more distant.” his arms came back to your face. the pad of his thumb caressing your cheek. “i cant let anything happen to you. you’re my everything.”

you stared at him. you couldn’t tell if this was his confession or if he was just being sentimental. more tears began streaming down. one after another. you nodded. “well you’re not getting rid of me. i’m not going anywhere” you forced a chuckle. peter pressed a kiss on your forehead. “come with me. i want to show you something.”

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now the two of you stood on top of the apartment complex, staring at the lights of the city. “why did you bring me here?” you asked, standing next to him. shoulders pressed together. “look at the view” he said, you followed his gaze. looking at everything. the lights looked like stars again..it was a breathtaking view. while you were staring, peter looked at you. you looked so perfect. you were everything peter could ever want. he wishes he could just have you.

once you had enough of the view, you looked at him. but he was already looking at you. “i need to fix your side injury, pete. cmon” you smiled at him and started walking off to the entrance of the building.

peter used his web shooter, slinging it your way then pulling you back till you were right in front of him. his hands resting on your hips and your arms around his neck. with his right hand, he cupped your cheek and leaned in for a kiss. you gladly kissed him back. it was the most passionate kiss in his life. when he was finally out of air he pulled away, forehead resting on yours. “i’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he admitted. you didn’t know what to say. you were at loss for words. “peter..i..” he cut you off. “every day, i fall harder for you. every single day, y/n. i’ve been a coward and afraid to tell you how i feel. this could ruin a lot of things but i’m willing to make that sacrifice if it meant having you by my side for the rest of my life.” you grinned. he felt the same way. he felt the same way! your heart was pounding out of your chest. “peter..i love you. i’ve been in love with you for so long.” you leaned up and kissed his lips.

and that was the start of your new beginning with your boyfriend. peter.

[seijorhi]

Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy​ and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut. 

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl. 

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

—

The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day. 

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

—

It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.” 

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way. 

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key. 

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number. 

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too… 

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through. 

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

—

You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you. 

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze. 

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that. 

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it. 

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin. 

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding. 

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop. 

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty. 

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is. 

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath. 

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning. 

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan. 

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out. 

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch. 

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to. 

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference? 

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream. 

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts. 

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection. 

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed. 

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers. 

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him. 

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

[raineydays411]

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 Summary: A dad is supposed to be your rock. Someone you can go to when times are hard. Someone whos supposed to protect you. WHat happens when your dad doesn’t fit the bill, and Tony does?

A/n: Hello yall! So this story hit really close to home for me lmao. It was mentioned that there aren’t any good dad/step dad Tony fics so I hope you like it. Everyone thank @alphaandromedae97 and an anon for this fic. 

Hope yall enjoy!

Your life was complicated. 

How can it not be when Tony “billionaire playboy” Stark is your step dad. 

Yes you read that right, step dad. It’s funny really, turns out he has a thing for waitresses that aren’t interested in him at first. That waitress being your mom.

They met when she was working a shift at the restaurant she works at, and he came in with Avengers. He expected her to fall at their feet like everyone else did, but she just scoffed and asked for their order. Pretty epic. 

Then one long montage later, and they ended up getting married. You were happy for your mom, of course. Deep down, Tony is a good man and you knew he’d do anything for your mom. And he’s always been nice to you, making sure you were okay with him proposing and then you moving upstate with him and your mom. He always made sure you felt included, maybe a little too much. He actually took interest in your life, which you’ll always appreciate. 

But you were a total daddy's girl by heart. You always felt like you had a close relationship with your biological father. He was a good dad, he took you out to movies, went to recitals, and always made sure to take you to the father-daughter dance your school district put on every year. It was your tradition. But after your parents divorced a few years ago, it seemed like he was getting more and more distant from you. He stopped calling as much, would skip out on your days to visit him and when you did visit, he’d lock himself in his office, claiming he had to finish some paperwork. It broke your heart, knowing that a man you were so close with, seems to be detaching himself from your life. But, in his defence he always managed to take you to the father-daughter dance. He always did. No matter how long the both of you went without seeing each other, no matter how long you haven’t spoken, he always made sure to take you. 

That act alone, reassured you that he did still love you. He was just busy. In fact, you were getting ready to go to the final father-daughter dance, as you were going to graduate this year and therefore you would be too old to attend the next year. This year was especially important to you. You wanted this night to be perfect. 

And you were positive your father would pull through as he has the past years.

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You were filled with excitement as you tried on multiple different dresses. You always liked this part of getting ready, the dress shopping. 

The confidence you feel when you finally found the right dress. The happy feeling you and your mother had, browsing through the dress shop downtown. Tony offered to buy you a custom designer dress, but you couldn’t accept. This was the shop you’ve been going to since you were a little girl, since you went to your very first dance with your dad. Call it nostalgia or tradition, but you couldn’t shop anywhere else. 

“ Hey ma! I think I found the one.” You shout from the dressing room, finally finding your dress after hours of searching. 

“Come out here and let’s see bug” She replies from where shes seated. You take a deep breath, soothing the wrinkles on the dress and walking outside. Your mother gasps as she see the gown. It was beautiful really. It was a glittery, lilac purple floor length dress with spaghetti straps. And it even had pockets! You were absolutely obsessed. Plus, you could probably use it as a prom dress if you really wanted to.

“Oh baby...you look so beautiful...” You mom says, tearing for the millionth time. 

“Ma, are you crying again?!” You laugh, “ Come on, that's the fifth time you’ve cried since we’ve been in the store!”

She laughs with you, sniffling as she wipes her tears,” I’m sorry, but you’re getting so big, it feels like it was only yesterday we were walking in this shop to get your first dress...and now...” She starts to cry again.

You smile softly, understanding what your mom was saying. You were in kindergarten when you first started attending these meetings, now you’re a senior in highschool. 

“Alright, no more crying. It’s a happy day for you. Has your father called texted you when he was going to come pick you up?” Your mom asked wiping her tears.

You frown, “ No, I haven;’t hear from him since two weeks ago when he said he wanted to get lunch.”

You can see your mom roll her eyes in the mirror, “ Mom he’s just busy. I’m sure he’ll call when he can.”

“Oh sure, I just hate that he doesn’t answer you fast enough.”

“I know ma, but he has work” You argue, “ He calls when he can, and that's okay.”

Your mom sighs, knowing that you were stubborn when it comes to your father. 

“ Well, let’s get this wrapped, Tony wants to get lunch and we need to convince him to get something other than shawarma.” 

You roll your eyes, “ God, what’s with that man and shawarma. It’s like his life line or something”

“I know!”

After the two of you buy the dress, you pick up Tony from the HQ. You loved the drive up there,mainly because of the scenery, but also cause you can see Cap running laps outside.

“Hell my love, hey kiddo” Tony greets switching seats with your mom.

‘Hey T” You greet, smiling at the man. 

“Did you find the dress?” He asks, driving away from his place of work and to a restaurant. 

“Yeah! It’s like the one I told you I wanted. I was surprised it was there to be honest.” You reply, “ Mom practically dehydrated herself shopping though.”

“Oh? How many times did she cry this time? Cause she was crying earlier when she was getting read-- OW! Hey I’m driving” He exclaims as your mom swats his arm.

You giggle at their antics, chest warming with the sight of your mom happy again.

“She cried five times while we were shopping. Five!”

“Five? I didn’t know the human body had that much water.”

The two of you chuckled as your mom made an offended noise.

“I hate that the two of you get on so well.” She pouts, “ And excuse me if I’m a little sad my baby is growing up so fast.”

You tune out the rest of their conversation as your phone buzzes. 

Dad

Hey kid, I’m gonna have to meet you at the school tomorrow. I have a meeting that’s gonna run late.

You

Okay daddy, I’ll see you there <3

You frown, your dad always managed to pick you up from the house. He used to take you to eat before the dance. And he always used to take the day off, devoting his time to you.

“ Uh oh, someone's frowning back there.” Tony remarks, “ What’s wrong kiddo, did a character off that show you like die/”

“Uh no, ma do you think you can drop me off at the dance tomorrow? Dad said he has a late meeting and won’t be able to pick me up.”

Your mother makes eye contact with Tony. They both know how your father has been flaking on you and how it breaks your heart that he does. It makes Tony especially mad because it remind him of his childhood. How his father really didn’t pay attention to him unless he was criticizing  his life choices.

“ Hey y/n, I can drop you off if you want.” Tony offers, “ I really don’t mind.”

You smile, “Thanks T.” 

“No problem kid.”

And with that he pulls into the restaurant parking lot. 

As your family is seated, you take a quick look around the restaurant, wanting to see the reactions of the patrons when they realize Tony Stark is in the building. But as you do, you see a man who looks very familiar. But before you can take a closer look your mom interrupts you.

“Y/n, you know it's rude to stare.”

“Oh sorry mom.” 

So you take a seat and continue with your meal. You tune out your mother and Tony’s conversation as you can’t take your mind off of that man. You take a quick glance back while your parents discuss the dessert menu.

That’s when you realize that the man was your father!

You stand up from the table and make your way towards the man. Surprised to see him there because as far as you know, he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

“Daddy?” You ask cautiously. The man tenses up before turning to you.

“Y/n? Honey what are you doing here?” You notice he doesn’t make an attempt to get up and hug you. 

And you also notice the second plate of food across from him and a napkin stained with what looked like lipstick.

“Um, T and Ma wanted to grab dinner.. I thought you were at a meeting?”

“This is a five star restaurant, and you just stopped in?” He asks ignoring your question, “ Of course Stark did..”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Everytime your mother was even close to being happy, your dad always found something wrong with the person she was with. But he seemed to have a strong disliking towards Tony for some reason.

“Um right...So you told me you were in a meeting? That’s why I couldn’t come over after dress shopping?”

“Right! A meeting...I’m currently in right now.” He says quickly looking towards the women's bathroom, “ You should go back to your table hon, my boss is really strict”

“Oh right, sorry” You say dejected, “ I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” your dad says with a soft smile, “ I love you Bug.”

You smile at the nickname your parents gave you, “ I love you too pop.” 

And with that you walk off, back to your mother and Tony. You can see they’re trying to hide the fact that they were watching by covering their face with the dessert menus.

“Oh here you are, we got you a tiramisu” Tony says nonchalantly, pushing the dessert towards you.

“Uh huh” You hummed teasingly, “ Dad says hi by the way.” 

“ Oh does he now?” You mom said not convinced, “ That’s nice of him.”

You hummed, mouthful of cake signaling that you were done with the conversation. Your family finished up their meals and signaled for the check. As you were walking out the restaurant, you turned to say goodbye to your dad, only to see his “boss” was back from the restroom.

Only this boss was a 5′3, brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and having her neck kissed by the man you call your father. 

Your stomach felt sick.

“Oh gross, I really didn’t need to see that.” You mutter catching the attention of Tony who was behind you. 

“See what kid?” He asks following your gaze, “Oh. Yikes is that even allowed? I didn’t know your dad was a vampire.”

You snort, “ Oh god T, that's disgusting.” 

He just laughs and pats your head, “ Come on, lets go before your mom yells at us.”

You smile, but you wondered why your dad didn’t tell you that he was on a date. Or that he was even seeing someone?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thoughts of your fathers secrets where wiped from your brain as you scrambled to get ready for the dance the next day.

Tony surprised you and your mom with a mani-pedi day at 10am and a hair appointment for you at 1pm. After you had to get shoes for your dress at the mall and then be home by 5pm to get your dress and makeup on, take pictures, and then be out the door by 7pm to take pictures with your dad, then finally be at the dance by 8pm when doors open. 

The whole day you were messaging your dad about how excited you are, getting similar replays back. He pays for you shoes and complements your hair. 

Your heart swells as you think about how hard it was in the beginning of the divorce. But your father always tried his best to spend time with you and made sure you knew he loved you.  

It was hard on you at first, but you appreciate that he tried for you. The fact that he’s been taking you to this dance since you were a little girl is proof enough. You were a little sentimental, this was your last dance after all. 

You smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful in your dress. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had gotten a silk press in your hair. You felt like a princess.  You heard your mom sniffle.

“Mom, again?” You laugh,turning to face her.

“I’m sorry! You just look so beautiful!” she says with a sad smile, “ God, you grew up so fast bug” 

You roll your eyes, but feel the tears spring to your eyes as well, “ Ma! Stop I can’t ruin my make up” 

You both laugh as you fan your eyes

“You ready?” She asks, “ Tony’s waiting for you in the living room.”

You nod, gathering your things and walking out the door. You let your mom walk down the stairs first. You can hear Tony and you assume Happy in the living room. You finally make it down the stairs. It turns out it was Tony, Happy, and Peter Parker. Your mom was chatting with them and they all had their back turned to you. 

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, catching their attention.

You see Peter stiffen as he gazes at you and mutters a soft “Wow”

You blush, what can you say he’s a cutie.

 Happy gives you a comforting smile.

 And Tony?

He has a soft look on his face, “ Jeez kid, you clean up well.” 

You laugh, “ Better than you old man, what's up with the pants?”

He had on Iron Man pj pants.

“Oh hush.” He laughs, “ You look beautiful kiddo.” 

You look down with a grin.

“Oh pose for some pictures!” You mom says excitedly, “ Go Y/n, by your self first and then with me. Then with Tony.”

You sigh, knowing how long it was gonna take.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally after three million pictures, your mom and Tony drove you to the school.

“Okay bug, is your dad here?” Your mom asks looking around at the group. 

“Yeah! He should be inside.” You say kissing your mom goodbye and waving to Tony. You show the ticket and waltz in the gym. 

You smile and wave at classmates and parents. These people you’ve known since you were a child and who knew you. You finally got to the table you always sat at woth your dad. 

It was empty.

You frown and look at your phone.

Me

On my way pop!

It said the message was read.

“He must be on  driving” You think to yourself as you sat at the table.

But then twenty minutes passed. Then an hour. then two

You were still there, waiting for your dad to come. You sent five messages and they all remained unopened. 

You looked around the gym, seeing a few parents looking at you with pity in their eyes. You can barely stand it.

You got up and went to the restroom, trying not to cry. and in the restroom you tried calling you father, but you were sent to voicemail. The you finally got a message. 

Dad

“I’m so sorry bug, I can’t make it to the dance. I have a meeting today. :(”

You felt dejected. Humiliated. 

Your father has rearranged visitation days, skipped out on little crimonied and rectitals you’ve had, but this by far was the most disappointing thing he has done. 

He promised multiple times that he’d be here. Never has he ever skipped out on the dance before.  ANd he knew how important this was to you. Thi was your last dance, and he ruined it. 

You let yourself cry. You sobbed as you realized that your father has been distancing himself from you. That your relationship hasn’t been okay for a while. And you just didn’t want to let go.

You sigh as you realize you’ve been in the restroom for a while. You stand up and look at your face. Despite the red eyes and slightly red nose, your make up was pretty much intact.

“Huh at least my setting spray hasn’t let me down.” You say to your self. After a few mintues of calming down, you walk out of the restroom and bump into a figure. 

“Sorry” you mutter about to pass the person. 

“Gee you took a while in there, I told you not to get that coffee kid.” 

You quickly look up and se Tony.

Dressed in a suit, flowers in hand.

“Hey kid.” He says softly

“what..what are you doing here?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Well apparently you need an rent a dad, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.” He jokes, then says, “ I’m sorry your dad didn’t come kiddo, and I know I’m not him, and quite frankly I’m glad I’m not. But I do love you like you’re my own, and well...yeah here I am.”

You stay quiet, looking at Tony in wonder. Touched that he did this for you.

“Of course if you just want to leave then we can just get out of here” He rambles nervously, “ But you gotta tell me kid cause I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” You ask him

“What?”

“After the dance, we should go get ice cream.” 

“Uh sure?” Tony says, “So what do you usually do at these things?” 

You laugh and steer him to the tables where they have all the activities at. You actually have more fun with him than you had recently wit your dad. Tony is definitely more competitive than your father and treats every game as a challenge. Not like something he’s humoring just for his kid. He celebrates with you instead of telling you to calm down. He chats with the adults, is nice to the kids, and does the goofy dances with you. Seeing Iron Man do the chicken dance is something you didn’t know you needed till now. He managed to turn this horrible night to one of the best ones you’ve had in quite a while. 

Finally the father daughter dance started to signal the end of the dance. Tony bowed dramatically and said in a horrible british accent, “ Lady Y/n?”

You laugh and make your way to the dance floor. You’re both quiet for a bit, snorting at how serious the other dads and their daughters look.

“Hey T?” You say softly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah kid?” 

“Thank you. It’s nice to know that one of my dad's isn’t a total asshole.” You say. knowing that this is the first time you referred to Tony as your dad.

His eyes get misty as he clears his throat,

“Anytime, bug”

[soothinglee]

GOODBYE |V

warnings:: none

a/n:: ty so much for the support!<3

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from where technoblade stood he couldn't really see the picture clearly.he steps out onto the porch where the two boys and Michael were to get a closer look. he takes the picture out of Ranboos hands and holds it up to his face.

the photo its self is kind of worn down. yellow and brown coats the material like a blanket and the edging of the photo was ripped and torn. The front photo looked as though it was taken a decade ago. you and your two fathers stood at the beach. smiles wide and arms around eachother, you were placed on a rock in-between the two. ranboo had a arm around your shoulder as tubbo had a arm around your waist. the height difference was comical. it looked as if it could've been photoshopped.

technoblade lets out a displeased grunt and hands the photo back ,"no I haven't. you know that if I ever come into contact with a child they will be deceased in an instant."

"oh?" Tubbo steps up from behind Ranboo carrying Michael on his hip. "So you would kill your own hybrid species? you'd kill Michael?"

"yes."

"oh," This makes tubbo back and stand back behind ranboo as Technoblade glares at Tubbo

"look, you've been dilly dallying for too long. I request your leave, good day." Technoblade steps a foot into the house but right as he goes to shut the door it gets blocked open by a freckled hand.

"Technoblade we came here nicely to come collect our child. We know their here and we know that they told you everything. Please just let us see them and make it up. we feel absolutely terrible, can we just talk to them?" Ranboo had a somber look in his eyes.

Technoblade was going to deny that you were here when a voice appeared from behind laughing.

"Techno! Whats taking you so long? The dishes aren't..going to...finish them..selves." Your speech stops at a halt. In your hands is a damp cotton dish towel, soap suds fall from your arms and hands. Your once dry gray shirt soaked to the brim with soap water. You avoid the onlooking eyes and look up at Technoblade. your tail juts in between your legs. "Tech, what's um- what's going on here?"

Technoblade shakes his head and stares at Ranboos now glowing purple ones. He puts a hand out infront of you. "nothing, go back inside and finish up. I'll be there momentarily"

Ranboos eyes go back to green and purple and fill up with sorrow, "y/n, hey, how have been?"

you narrow your eyes and suck at your teeth.

now they care? it's been weeks since you last heard of them and there's been no calls, no letters, no worried friends knocking on the door looking for you, no search parties, missing posters, nothing. now out of the blue they want to show up when you finally feel happy and loved like they knew you were here the whole time?

"fine. just peachy." You notice Micheal looking at you with arms wide open. your heart breaks a little as he starts to cry for you. you try and ignore him and look back at Ranboo who was already looking at you.

"Y/n...dont be like this, we came here to apologize for what we did, we miss you so much. we miss seeing you greet us at the door, we miss the endless drawings you'd leave at the counter for us to see, we miss your laughter as you played with Michael and the little stories you'd tell him. we missed you. please come back to us."

"I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but it's not gonna work," you scoff and shake your head.

"I'm perfectly content as I am. I'm actually being cared for by someone who actually pays attention to me. I don't eat alone, I don't play alone, I have someone to talk to like i've never had before Michael came. Ever since he had arrived i've been left in the dust and i'm tired of it! I rather be left out on the streets like I was before then be ignore by the people who choose me."

Tubbo hands Michael to Ranboo and step forward, turning his attention towards you. "Y/n please, we'll make it up to you you'll never be alone again-"

"yeah? How will you grantee that? I can't just leave! I've built a bond with Techno like i've always wanted in a paternal figure. You guys gave that AND THEN YOU SNATCHED IT AWAY FROM ME!" you breathe out deeply trying to calm your racing heart. All of the pent up anger and you've had to to deal with for the longest time releases itself.

"I can't leave him, do you understand? I will not turn into the people you are. I'm not abandoning him like you guys did to me.That's final. I'm sorry that your plan to 'win me back' didn't work. I'm going back inside." before you step a foot into the cottage you turn back around to Michael one last time. leaning in you wipe his tears away and kiss his cheek delicately "goodbye Michael."

Even if Michael is the reason for everything he still doesn't deserve to be left without a goodbye.

Michael looks at you with sad eyes and you get a good look at him for the first time. his pink cheeks are dusted red, tears drip from his eyes as he cries.

you walk back into the house with your head held high.You didn't even feel a slight pinch of remorse for what you did. sure, you may be sad later but at least now your cared for and happy.

A few minutes later as you sat on the couch you could no longer hear the heated conversation of the adults talking. Technoblade emerges from the kitchen door and stands there looking at you with arms crossed.

"why?"

"huh?" you turn around to see his confused yet impressed expression. "why what?"

"why you do it? why did you want to stay?" he walks towards you and puts both hands on the head of the couch.

you sigh, "I've realized something in my time of staying here Technoblade,"

"wherever you are, that's where my home is. thank you for being there."

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