#watch me stay up until 4 agai

[shepardcommander]

Took melatonin gummies

Take my ass out please :)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Oooohhh! Now you got me all excited! Also welcome back! And I think I know which Scientist your talking about! (Since I’m caught up in the Anime and Manga I know cannon evil scientist Characters that would fit) and that’s okay if you don’t add in Overhaul (I just remembered how much I truly hate and despise him, like I love how Deku will give everyone a chance, but Overhaul? Seriously? The other side of the world isn’t far enough to keep him away from Eri!)

Part 12 Water 7

After Aokiji, they see a Giant Frog doing the Front Crawl, find a Train Station on the Sea, and meet Granny Kokoro, Chimney and Gonbe (Reader becomes friends with Chimney and Gonbe), then head to Water 7 to finally fix the Going Merry repaired and finally get a Shipwright (And get their gold traded in for, which Nami added Reader in for her threat for their proper sum, which Luffy and Usopp yelled at her for)

Meeting the Gally-La crew and Iceburg (She likes Iceburg, Polly *Shocking her family since Polly doesn’t exactly scream ‘friendly’* Tyrannosaurus, Iceburgs’ mouse and Hattori, Lucci’s pigeon, but is uncomfortable about Lucci and Kaku as they feels ‘off’ to her, which Gally-La tries to explain Lucci’s ‘shy’, but she still keeps her distance) though it was a shock that their money was stolen but not as badly as Usopp being attacked (And find out Robin is missing)

It’s a shock when Luffy reveals they have to get a new ship, with Luffy and Usopp fight over, only for Reader tries to use her power to fix the Merry which everyone told her ‘NO!’ (They don’t want her to use her power as she’s been using it so many times, suffering from fevers and don’t want her to think she has to always use her power to fix everything that happens) and she stayed inside as couldn’t watch the fight between Usopp and Luffy since she doesn’t want either hurt

However the next day she and her family are being chased and hunt down by the residents of Water 7 for trying to Assassinate Iceburg, however at night they finally meet CP9, who reveal themselves and have Robin with them, but before they leave, Lucci forcefully grabs Reader to take her with them since she is one of their targets for the World Government, but they must bring her alive (And collect Franky along the way)

You can change and abridged this if you want (I wanted to add in the main events, along with the Train Ride to Enies Lobby being my next request since Water 7 branches into like 3-4 different arcs and it’s just a LOT of stuff to go over)

-You had no idea what a train was, after the ship came across a train track, and Usopp and Robin were happy to show you pictures, but you were confused, “These are on land, why is this in the ocean?”

-They unfortunately couldn’t answer, as they didn’t know off the top of their head before Sanji spoke, “What’s that?” attention went out to the track and you all saw a giant toad.

-A loud whistle was heard and your eyes lit up as the train came down the tracks, straight for the toad and you shouted, worried, “Look out Mr. Toad!” the train hit and he was sent flying, making you worry.

-Everyone else was panicking as well, trying to figure out what happened until you saw a building in the distance, a train station.

-Once the ship was docked, Luffy, Sanji, Robin, and Usopp got off and met with Granny Kokoro, Chimney, and Gonbe, who explained everything about the Sea Train, and how it travels around to the various ports around in this area.

-Chimney couldn’t help but beam at you, finding a new friend in someone younger than her, and you couldn’t help but smile, after you were a little shy at first, running round playing with Gonbe.

-Luffy couldn’t help but laugh, seeing you have fun as Kokoro gave information to them about going to Water 7, a place where shipwrights were aplenty, as Merry needed some attention and Luffy like the idea of getting a shipwright on his crew.

-Once you had the direction you needed to head, you waved goodbye to your new friends and you were soon off again.

-Once docked and ready to disembark, you looked over at Zoro who was fast asleep on the deck of the ship, Nami making sure your disguise was perfect before you would disembark, “Will Zoro be okay by himself?” Nami just grinned, ruffling your hair gently, “He’ll be fine, we need to leave someone on the ship and he’ll make sure everything is safe.”

-You nodded up at her before Usopp picked you up, holding you in his arms as everyone else left the ship, everyone pairing up except for Sanji who went to go and get food.

-Nami didn’t hesitate to use you to make sure that they received a proper sum for the gold they brought in, telling those in the bank that they better not be cheating your future. You were confused, looking around with big eyes, and while not fully approving of her using you, Luffy and Usopp did agree that they better not be cheated out of anything.

-Once the briefcases of money had been obtained, you held onto Usopp’s hand, window shopping while you headed in the direction the bank worker told Luffy to go in to find a good shipwright to inspect the ship.

-Nami explained to you that they had to first inspect the ship, to find out the extent of the damage, and once that is known, then they could fix the ship.

-Iceburg was so nice to you, giving you a piece of candy after he saw you peeking out from behind Luffy’s leg. Tyrannasaurs, his pet mouse, was super cute as well, running down Iceburg’s arm to sit on the top of your head for a moment.

-Paulie was… at first he scared you, yelling at Nami and Kalifa to cover up, calling them indecent. He went to say something crude before Lucci punched the top of his head, sending him to the ground.

-Hatori then spoke, “There is a child present you dummy!” your eyes instantly turned into stars, “It talks- big brother the birdie is talking!” you tugged on Luffy’s hand as Hatori flew from Lucci’s shoulder into your opened hands, “My name is Hatori, and that’s Lucci- he’s a little shy.” Paulie grumbled lightly, rubbing the back of his head before he gave you a grin, ruffling your hair lightly, apologizing to you only, but not to Nami or Kalifa for his earlier insults.

-Your bright sparkly eyes and huge smile was so heartwarming to all of them, you looked so adorable, but you remained close to Luffy as there was something about Kalifa and Lucci, and Kaku whom you all met earlier, that made you…uneasy.

-It wasn’t like when you normally met new people, being with strangers, this was something else.

-As you all were heading back to the ship, Usopp got separated from you, Luffy, and Nami, as you had all been playing ‘get the money back from thieves’ for what felt like forever.

-When Kaku found Luffy, you and Iceberg, after Nami went to go find Usopp as he had the other half of the money, and told him that there would be no fixing Merry, tears welled in your eyes, as that was your home, you didn’t want to leave the first home you felt happy and safe in.

-Luffy was left to ponder this as Chopper and Sanji arrived back, Chopper crying that Robin is missing, you gasped, scared, as Zoro held you in his arms, as Sanji explained that he saw Robin with an unknown masked man.

-Nami then ran back to the ship, “Usopp’s been attacked!!” immediately everyone went on the defensive, listening to Nami that Usopp had been robbed and left bloody and beaten in the streets, the Franky Family, who had been the ones trying to take it earlier, were the culprits.

-Luffy rushed off immediately, not even knowing where he was going before the others were quick to follow, Zoro leaving you and Chopper on the ship.

-However, you looked at Chopper, looking scared, but determined, “We need to go help Usopp!” while initially going to deny this, going to leave it to the others, Chopper agreed and the two of you headed off the ship together, rushing towards Usopp’s location, only to find him not there and a trail of blood leading you both away from the area.

-Chopper and you found Usopp first, near death, extremely hurt and you cried, “Big brother!” your cries attracted attention of those inside the house nearby and they came out, seeing Chopper and a little child over the body of the idiot who tried to take them on himself, you crying loudly.

-Usopp was trying to calm you down, trying to tell you not to use your powers as you took his hand before a voice shouted out, “Usopp! Chopper! Y/N!!” you gasped, turning as the Franky Family came out to find out who you were, only to be taken out by Luffy, followed by Sanji and Zoro who arrived right after.

-Once the Franky House was destroyed you all went back to the ship where Usopp was bandaged up, you were sniffling, holding onto his hand, “Can’t I heal him a little?” everyone, even Usopp, told you no, not willing to risk your health.

-When Luffy announced that with what was found, you would all have to get a new ship. Usopp thought he was joking and quickly got into an argument with Luffy.

-Sanji held you close after pulling you away, your arms around his neck, trembling like a leaf, not liking your family fighting, and with Robin being missing as well, you were scared. You didn’t want to lose your home and your family.

-When Usopp challenged Luffy to a duel, saying he was going to leave otherwise, you ran over and hugged his leg, “Don’t go! I’ll-I’ll fix it- I can fix Merry so please don’t fight anymore!!”

-Usopp’s angered look fell, softening as he kneeled, brushing your tears away, but said nothing to you before pecking your forehead and he left.

-Nami held you close, trying to calm you down, “I know you want to help, Y/N, but you can’t fix everything, sometimes things change and we just have to deal with it. You’ve been using your ability a lot here lately, and each time you get a fever- that’s not healthy. We’ll be okay.”

-Luffy said nothing, upset that he had upset you, but knew this was something that had to happen.

-Several hours later, and after Nami failed to try to convince Luffy to talk things over with words, as he knew that Usopp knew when to be serious, they prepared for their fight.

-Sanji felt terrible, holding you close inside the galley as you were crying, they all said you wouldn’t be allowed to watch the fight, because they knew how upset it was going to make you, so Sanji volunteered to be the bad guy and hold you in the galley.

-You ended up crying yourself to sleep and didn’t wake until the next morning, waking up in a hotel room, and not the ship. You felt terrible, almost like you were sick, but you knew it was from crying so hard.

-You were scared to see everyone, scared to see the aftermath of the fight, but when you walked out, you weren’t prepared for Zoro grabbing you, tossing you to Luffy as everyone was shouted at to run.

-You were confused, clinging to Luffy as a bunch of people were after you, finding out that the crew was framed for trying to kill Iceburg, which made your eyes go wide, as that wasn’t true!

-You and Luffy got separated from everyone else who were trying to escape those chasing them as well as looking for the still missing Robin, after you learned that Robin was one of the people who was there when Iceburg was almost assassinated.

-You couldn’t- you wouldn’t believe Robin would do something like that and Luffy agreed, now looking for Iceburg to demand the truth from him.

-Luffy passed you off to Sanji and Chopper so he could go off and you gasped, seeing Robin who told the three of you to stop following her, confusing you.

-Robin explained there was a darkness inside of her, and if she stayed with you all, then you would all get hurt. Sanji was quick to figure it out that she was being forced to do this, probably by that masked man.

-You and Chopper ran off together, on order of Sanji, and luckily you found Luffy, Nami, and Zoro and Chopper explains what happened with Robin and what Sanji thought, that she was being forced to do this.

-After breaking into the Galley-La headquarters was quite the adventure, you remained with Nami, who was being the only smart one, while Luffy rushed in head first, as you all looked for Iceburg.

-Paulie nearly attacked Luffy after seeing him, demanding answers and Zoro arrived right after and after a brief fight, everyone fell into a room where several familiar faces were.

-Seeing the truth, Paulie ran to help Iceburg, only to be easily beaten as the truth came out, that CP9 were the ones who did the assassination attempt, looking for blueprints, but the ones that were here, were fake.

-Luffy demanded to see Robin, who wasn’t with them, and before you could blink, Lucci rushed forward, kicking Luffy hard in the stomach, sending him back into the others while grabbing you, holding you to his chest.

-You gasped, “Big brother!” before you heard the others shouting out your name. Lucci then spoke, “Y/N is wanted by the World Government, so we’re taking her along with Nico Robin.”

-Lucci handed you to Kalifa who held you close, her grip gentle but firm, as they easily took care of your family, Paulie and Iceburg.

-You were so scared you were silent, silent tears streaming down your face which did surprise the CP9 agents, they could see that your terror was genuine, making them curious if you were scared going to the World Government, that there was a story you didn’t know.

-You overheard their plans, looking for Franky, the same person who beat up Usopp and tried to attack Luffy and Nami earlier, as he would know where the blueprints would be.

-When they entered Franky’s hideout, you saw Usopp after Franky was blown through a wall, Usopp rushing over to help him and your eyes went wide, “Usopp!” he turned, seeing you and he instantly glared, “Y/N?! Let her go!!” You cried when Kaku easily dispatched him before they told both Usopp and Franky that their boss, Spandam, wanted to see them, mainly Franky, calling him Cutty Flam.

-Kalifa found you adorable, as you all headed towards the train station, as the storm was beginning to rage and you were scared, hugging her around her neck. She cooed softly, “There- there Y/N, it’s all right, this happens every year.”

-Once at the station you were surprised to see the train up so close, but you didn’t want it to happen this way. While their backs were turned, you saw Sanji peeking around the corner and he held a finger to his lips and you kept quiet.

-You learned that these people weren’t going to hurt you, as long as you behaved, which you did only out of fear, but you were scared about what was going to happen if you were handed over to the World Government.

-You were scared when Franky and Usopp were put in one car and you were taken to another, but Usopp gave you a firm nod, silently telling you to be brave, which Franky saw, respecting the care he was showing to you.

-Usopp told Franky who you were, trusting him, and Franky was stunned to learn this, as you had been in your disguise, not recognizing you, but he became determined to save you as well.

-You burst into tears as Kalifa dropped you in Robin’s lap who looked relieved to see you, “Y/N” CP9 left you and her alone as you hugged her, crying loudly over everything that had happened in the past two days.

-Robin held you close, angry that you were there, you should be safe somewhere else, as she knew what was going to happen if the government got their hands on you.

-Once she got you calmed down, after giving yourself the hiccups again, Robin tried to figure out what she was going to do, she didn’t want to put you at risk, as well as nobody else in the crew, as that was part of the deal with CP9, they would leave the crew alone if she went quietly.

-The situation was now different, as you were thrown into the mix. She didn’t know what she was going to do!!

-A tap on the window was heard and you saw a mysterious masked man with a long nose, not realizing it was Usopp but Robin did as he explained Sanji was on the train and they were going to rescue her and you both.

-Robin tried to explain that he was in great danger- they all were, before he managed to get inside, hiding under the seats while Robin lied to Corgi about someone else being in the same car.

-When a Shooting Star shot out from under the seats, Corgi was momentarily blinded before Sanji ran in, “Robin-san! Y/N!” Robin hesitated before she left you on the seat, not wanting you to be hurt and ran, “Don’t follow me- you’ll be killed if you do!”

-You hopped off the seat, running after Sanji and Usopp and you could see the tears in Robin’s eyes as she kicked Usopp back, telling him to leave her, you could see how much this was hurting her as well.

-Something happened in the car before you, as you were far behind, due to your short little legs and you were knocked off balance, hitting your head hard on the ground. You heard Sanji and Robin calling out your name in worry, before everything went black.

[wrenwrights]

Konig Headcanons Part 4 (Stay For Me)

Hello again, dear reader!

I had a lot of fun writing the last headcanon (here). It was a sweet headcanon, and I wanted to write another one. So here it is! A warm and fuzzy headcanon to break up all of the angst and murder in this fandom.

Unfortunately, I had to work in the morning, so the canon is coming out waaay too late at night for my own taste. My apologies, dear reader.

Enjoy! I will see you at the end, dear reader!

***

Konig wasn't injured often during operations. It was rare, but this time, it happened. He had been distracted, trying to ram a steel door open for his team when a stray bullet ricocheted and caught him in the thigh.

It was an infuriating injury for the Colonel, a mere graze leaving him desk-bound for an entire week, possibly longer. It was an annoyance. He had missions lined up, training sessions he had to supervise. Konig had a whole career, and being slowed down by a bullet was vexing.

His own anxiety wasn't helping the situation. Every inch of Konig's skin felt contaminated with blood, sweat, and dirt. The stitches in his thigh itched, and the bandaging felt constricting around his thigh. This all made the perfect tincture for Konig's anxiety to run wild, making him irritable and snappish at the poor medical staff that dared to come close.

At least the med-bay was mostly quiet. The medical staff milled about doing whatever subdued work they usually did on a mellow night. Thankfully, only one other soldier lay in the ward, and they were fast asleep and unaware of the Colonel. Then the door creaked open, disturbing the steady atmosphere of the med-bay.

You stepped through the threshold, pretty eyes immediately finding Konig. At the sight of you, Konig's heart slammed in his chest and heat crawled up his neck. Some of the medical staff stopped what they were doing to ask if you were okay or to say hello. Though you paused to speak with them, Konig could tell you didn't want to be; you were fidgeting. Your fingers toying with your dog tags, your teeth worrying your bottom lip.

It was when you finally made your way to his bedside that Konig realized why. Your eyes scoured over his skin, marking every visible small bruise and scratch down his skin until they landed on his exposed upper thighs, on the stitches that marred his skin. You had been worried for him. It was a realization that made his heart ache.

"They told me you were shot," you said plainly, standing respectfully and tall. To any prying eyes, you were merely a soldier discussing something with their Colonel, not a lover worried for their partner. It was a display Konig was grateful for.

"Affirmative," Konig mumbled, watching as your shoulders tensed. "Only a graze," he added for your sake. Your mouth opened, then closed as you hesitated to say something. Konig wished you'd just spit it out, but your eyes were searching his and holding his own tongue captive. It was the nurses watching over your shoulder that prompted him to finally speak up. "It's inappropriate for you to be here."

You blinked, looking slightly taken aback. "How so?" you asked, a hint of stubbornness to your voice.

"This is a medical ward, not a social hall. Your presence here is inappropriate and unnecessary." Though Konig had meant it as a reprimand from a colonel to his soldier, it felt like such a wrong thing to say. The apparent hurt that flashed in your eyes only confirmed this and tugged at the strings of his heart as well.

Almost as if you sensed their staring, you turned, craning your neck to look at the nosey nurses behind you. Though Konig could only see the back of your head, he could imagine the firm glare you were giving them as their expressions widened and became apprehensive. It was impressive how quickly the nurses scurried off, leaving both you and Konig practically alone. Then you whipped around, fixing that steel glare onto Konig, a mix of tenacity and hurt sparkling in your eyes. His heart began pounding again, and the heat in Konig's neck rose to the tips of his ears.

"Do you want me to leave, Colonel?" Your voice was harsh, a fair trade for his own rudeness, but it still made Konig's heart sink a little. Despite the irritation bubbling at Konig's surface, underneath it, he craved your presence. Craved your touch, your sweet smile, anything you'd give him after being away.

"No." Konig had to force himself to speak. His eyes darted to some random corner of the room, unable to look at you after such a tiny confession. You dragged him back, though; your hands cupped his clothed face, thumbs brushing over the soft cotton of his mask, forcing him to look at you fully.

You had softened. No longer the soldier but a lover concerned for their partner. Konig melted, heat burning in his stomach and in his head; he had to swallow a chorus of nerves just to keep from exploding. "Then let me stay," you whispered, leaning into him, your nose bumping against his, "Don't drive me away."

Konig wanted to kiss you. To wrap you in his arms and kiss apologies into your lips, onto your cheeks. To press little, 'I Love You's into your skin until you were burning just as much as he was at that moment. But that was terrifying; the very thought made his heart race. He could touch you, though, in this empty med-bay with no one watching.

He did just that, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, the cloth of his sniper hood the only barrier between his lips and yours. "Okay," he breathed, letting his forehead press against yours. "Stay for me. Please, Schatz."

[atmilliways]

Dreams In Which I’m Dying (10-11)

parts 10 & 11 of 16 | 154 & 627 words | Teen +

Donnie Darko AU | parts 1 & 2 | part 3 | parts 4 & 5 | parts 6 & 7 | part 8 | part 9 | parts 12 & 13 | part 14 | parts 15 & 16 (complete)

Summary:

Eddie Munson has never felt more alive than when he’s standing on the roof of Benny’s Burgers, shredding his heart out. Never before has he played Master of Puppets so flawlessly.

10 - Never felt more alive

Eddie Munson has never felt more alive than when he’s standing on the roof of Benny’s Burgers, shredding his heart out. Never before has he played Master of Puppets so flawlessly.

The Upside Down is cold, but not in a way that makes his fingers stiff. It's almost an afterthought next to the chill he’s felt ever since hearing how Chrissy had died. (Or that she died. Or even earlier, at the school on Friday night.) He plays it for her . . . and for himself, too, weaves his guilt over not even trying to help her into every note. And a touch of regret, of desperation, at the last thing he said to Steve being 'Make him pay.'

Eddie plays his solo of a lifetime for a human audience of one. Dustin head bangs along until he has to stop and count down on his fingers, eyes to the sky as the Demobats close in.

11 - Holds up both hands

Eddie Munson holds up both hands in a placating gesture, but there’s no placating Jason Carver. The guy looks more than half out of his mind, with greasy, disheveled hair and his clothes torn and dirty from being on the run from the cops for days. More to the point, he is holding Dustin with a knife to his throat.

They’d scavenged the entire building for supplies to fortify it against the bats. Eddie remembers seeing knives while tearing through the kitchen, but they weren’t terribly useful for barricading so he’d left them there.

Fuck. 

“Jason,” he says carefully. “It’s me you want. Let the kid go.”

Eddie has watched Jason for the past four years, sneering at the school freaks and flashing boyish grins at the cheerleaders in turn. But this guy, glaring like he knows Eddie did something to bring the world crashing down? The one with a chef's knife just below Dustin’s chin, the faintest suggestion of red already on the blade? This guy is a total stranger. This guy is already fucked, knows it, and wants to take a pound of flesh with him on his way down.

“This is where you killed her,” Jason hisses, voice sharp and fervent. “I know it was you, you Satan-worshiping freak.” 

“Jason,” Eddie tries again, but he knows there’s no point. He recognizes the frantic glint in Jason’s eyes from his childhood, in the times he knew to make himself scarce if he didn’t want his dad to break his wrist again.

The gate over his head is two days older than the one in the Hawkins pool, with more vines and corrosion spilling out. I’ve been watching you, it seems to whisper. . . . Or maybe it's something beyond them that Eddie can’t see.

“You know I can’t prove anything,” Jason continues, “but you’re no good without your cult followers.” The knife glints and Dustin flinches, eyes squeezing shut. “They’ll come back to their senses as soon as you’re gone, fall to their knees and repent. . . .” He tilts his head to add into Dustin’s ear, “You’ll thank me for this.”

“No,” Dustin protests, his voice cracking. Eddie can see tears running down his cheeks even with his eyes closed. It makes Eddie’s own eyes burn, because he can’t do shit about the fact that Dustin could get seriously hurt if Jason so much as sneezed right now. 

“Let him go,” Eddie tries again. “Come on, man, I’ll go with you to the police. That’s what you want, right?”

Jason’s smile is humorless and completely fucking unhinged. “You think I don’t know you can get away with it, with the power of the Devil on your side? No way, Munson.” He nods up at the rift in the ceiling, still trailing its ‘rope’ made from the bedding of high school rager crashes past. “If you’re so eager to see Hell, then you should go there and stay.”

“No,” Dustin whimpers again. “Eddie don’t, don’t listen—” He cuts off with a yelp as Jason presses a shallow red line above the kid’s Adam’s apple. 

“I’ll do it,” Jason says simply, with that flint in his eyes. Not a threat, not a bluff, but a promise. “Now do this world a favor, Munson: get out.”

Jason probably thinks the gate will seal up after him once he’s through. When it doesn’t, he might hurt Dustin anyway. But if Eddie stays, Dustin will definitely get hurt. 

So Eddie grabs the rope and climbs, the whole thing feeling like the worst kind of bad dream. At the tipping point between dimensions, where his hair starts to dangle into the Upside Down, he glares down. “You can go suck a fuck, Carver.”

He hauls himself the rest of the way through and drops.

[jaeyleo]

LOCKS OR KEYS: PART 4

OBJECTIVES: ???

MAJORITY VOTE: STAY PUT AND WATCH THE MOVIE

CHASE IS LOSING SIGHT OF HIMSELF.

tws: check tags, let me know if i should add more!

sorry this part took forever :"))

tags: @the9645archives

. . .

He's on a good streak, and chained to the couch anyways. May as well enjoy the rewards, right?

Chase keeps his eyes on the screen, content in his little bubble of peace. Minute after minute passes him by, and it isn't until halfway through the movie he realizes Pseudo's been standing in the kitchen.

"Fuck-" he startles, sitting up straight. The monster tilts his head.

"I didn't mean to scare you," Pseudo says. His eyes trail to the chain, back up to the puppet. "Are you enjoying the movie?"

"Yeah," Chase replies. He feels a little warmer, a little sleepier, and rests his head on the back of the couch.

"Good. Well... I didn't realize, I don't have all the supplies I need for the garden today."

"You don't?"

"No. I need to make a trip."

Heavier and heavier with every word, Chase realizes what's happening. Out of instinct, out of routine, he sits back up and tries to regain some of his strength. He fights the magic pouring into his head, fights the urge to keep eye contact, fights the need to lay down and breathe it in.

Another wave hits and Chase lazily stands up. Pseudo doesn't shift.

"What's the matter, Pink?"

The puppet stumbles, placing his hands on the arm of the couch for support. It takes more and more strength with each passing second.

There's nothing he can do. There's nothing he can do, so why is he fighting? Why is he standing? He's been good all day, he's made Pseudo happy all day. Why is he fighting now?

Chase rubs at his eyes with one hand. "I- I j... I wasn't..."

Pseudo takes a step closer. "You're alright," he says. His voice is awfully pretty.

".... wasn't prepared," the puppet finishes his thought, feeling his body get too heavy to hold itself up anymore.

His knees buckle, but Pseudo's there to catch him. Pseudo's there, warm and strong and pretty and safe. Pseudo's there to help lower him to the floor, Pseudo's there to make sure he doesn't fall and hurt himself.

The puppet chokes, but the angel helps him breathe.

"Slow down, Pink. You're alright."

Everything rushes at once. He's sick, he can't breathe, he's scared. He's happy, he's safe, he's loved, he's Pink.

Guided through hypnosis, Pink settles down, and Chase is a forgotten name today.

"Can you hear me?" Pseudo asks. The puppet nods in response, a wide, dopey smile taking up his face. He can't help it, not when an angel, a God, is looking right at him!!

"Remind me your name, darling."

Darling. Pseudo called him darling. Pseudo called him darling and he's looking right at him and sitting right next to him and he lives here and he called him darling and-

"Come back to me, come back. Tell me your name."

".... P- Pink," the puppet whispers. "Pink," again, louder this time.

The monster smiles.

"Good boy...... now, I need to make a trip to the store. Do you want to come with?"

He speaks as if talking to a small child. The puppet can't understand anything more complicated than that yet.

"Yes! W- when? Oh when?"

"Today, right now."

"Righ- r- right now??"

"Right now," Pseudo repeats again, and unlocks the chain from the toy's ankle.

It takes about 20 minutes to get Pink ready. Not dressed, not eaten, not bathed- he already did all of that. Ready to step foot out the door, ready to remember how to put a seatbelt on (even though Pseudo did it for him), ready to remember Pseudo isn't taking him back to Brighton, "Just the store, Pink. For the garden. Do you want to help me garden?"

And each time reminded, the puppet wipes away his tears and says "Oh..... right.."

A little more hypnosis along the road to the store. The puppet hasn't seen the outside world in who knows how long, but he doesn't care for it. He doesn't care to watch the trees he would daydream for, the air Chase would sob if he felt again, the sky he'd kill to live in. All he watches is Pseudo, because that's all Pink cares about.

Before he knows it, they're parking, and Pseudo walks around to the other side of the car to help Pink get out.

"You'll help me pick out what I need, won't you?" Pseudo asks, clicking the seatbelt out.

"O- of course, anything!"

Pseudo grabs the puppet's hands, helping him step out of the car.

"That's good," he praises, and Pink melts.

"I need you to find someone with lots of muscle. Big and strong, yes?"

"Yes."

"Tell me who you're looking for, Pink."

"I- I'm looking forrrr.... I'm looking for.. strong. B- big and strong!"

"Yes!" Pseudo kisses Pink's forehead. "Good job. Big and strong. Don't forget now, alright?"

"I won't, I promise."

. . .

NEW OBJECTIVE: FIND SOMEONE BIG AND STRONG FOR PSEUDO.

Pink doesn't let go of Pseudo's hand the moment he got it. Not that he's allowed to anyway. It's a rule he'd follow whether it existed or not.

Throughout the store, Pink has to make a conscious and great effort not to stare at Pseudo's hand holding his own. A great effort not to look at the scars on Pseudo's skin, his hair, the way his clothes fit him or what shoes he picked out and why. He has to keep reminding himself what he was told to do: watch for others. For a specific other. Someone big and strong.

Pink finds a few, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Pseudo. This needs to be perfect.

PERSON A: MALE, 34, SHOPPING CART CONTAINS HEALTHY FOODS, SHOWER SOAPS, INCLUDING CHILDREN'S BRANDS.

PERSON B: FEMALE, 45, CART CONTAINS FROZEN MEALS, PROTEIN SHAKES, AND SNACKS, (CHIPS, GOLDFISH, OREOS, ETC).

PERSON C: ???, 36, CART CONTAINS VARIOUS FRUITS, PLANTS, BABY DIAPERS, GIFT BAGS, WRAPPING PAPER.

[animemeg27]

finished watching tourabu stage plays 6 & 7 (Jiden & Iden). These were very fun and very different from all the previous plays; Jiden for the hanamaru slice of life vibes and Iden for the simple fact it’s nearly an entire new team of swords with neither yamanbagiri or mikazuki as a focus

Jiden was very much needed after all the drama that took place in Hiden. It was much more chill and funny and it was nice the entire thing took place in the honmaru. I actually really liked this set up for the stage - there were so many levels to it. Kinda glad chougi’s event was only briefly touched upon in the beginning so that him arriving at the honmaru could be the main focus cuz I literally have no idea what his special investigation plot was anyway lol. tbh chougi’s release was probably one of the last things I was aware of when I started falling out of/falling behind in touken ranbu and I have yet to look up what any of those events are actually about. All the new music was great and just added to the fun and lighthearted vibes. ngl the ending song here rivals my favorite honnouji ending song it’s so good. Also the guy who played Gokotai deserves all the points because holy hell he nailed it. It was definitely fun to see a bunch of other swords that might not otherwise have reason to be part of the stage plotline - even if they are just there to make the honmaru more lively. Thoroughly impressed the actors who played Jirotachi and Tarotachi wielded those massive swords with ease, tho it probably helps they’re tall lol I definitely wish they could have more involvement in the future stages cuz they’re just too cool to only be in one. Also very satisfied with yamanbagiri vs yamanbagiri. This whole thing was just wholesome.

OH ALSO I HAD NO IDEA THEY HAD A DIFFERENT SWORD FOR EACH CITY THEY PERFORMED IN I’d been wondering why sayo, honebami, and fudo were all on the cover when only Kasen was in the play but then I checked out the last cd and was like OH. but also I’m glad Kasen’s was the one that became the official thing (it’s always the fukuoka performance that goes on dvd/bluray right?) because I had no idea how starved I was for starter sword interactions until kasen, mutsunokami, and manba had a moment together. It just doesn’t feel the same with the other swords. I’m excited for the siege of osaka stages cuz one of them has manba and kashuu together and I know kashuu has technically been around from the start cuz his name was mentioned briefly in honnouji (original tho, not the rerun) and it’s about damn time he appears in the stage versions. Hopefully one day all 4 will appear together ;3

also *slams fists on table* KIWAME MANBA WHEN???????? I’ve seen the trailers for the siege of osaka stages and does it actually take place BEFORE hiden???? Manba’s not kiwame yet and Mikazuki is in the second one :( I always just assumed manba never went on a kiwame journey and they got a new mikazuki instead but after watching Jiden I clearly assumed wrong.

Iden obviously takes place after both Hiden and Jiden tho. now, for both of these things, usually I just watch what I got blind and without fansubs just for first impressions and to see how well I can follow without knowing much japanese and then post about it immediately after and find subs later. but this time I had to rewatch iden with subs before I posted anything about it cuz there was just one thing that bothered me and I wanted to be wrong about my assumptions. truth is, even with subs, I’m still not entirely sure if my assumptions are right or wrong. either way I do not like the anomaly. at all. I do not like what it implies and I hope it stays as an abandoned world thing and has nothing to do with the main timeline, but unfortunately the answers will have to be revealed in future stage plays. Tho funny enough, even tho watching with subs made me like Hiden less, it actually made me like Iden more.

This stage play was quite fun, I loved the dynamic of this new team of swords. Once again it covers a special investigation event that I was not around for and had no idea happened - these swords are more or less very new to me so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect or even who their previous owners were but it was fun to find out as the play went on. Ryoma’s story is another one I’ve got quite a bit of knowledge on - I’m also quite a huge fan of the Taiga drama Ryomaden - so I was already very interested to see how this story would play out. I’m not entirely sure how much of the event is accurate or covered in this one tho as I mentioned I have yet to look these things up. I was both relieved and disappointed they didn’t really get to meet in the end, but it makes sense. I’m not the biggest fan of these kinds of enemies, and with the amount of messing with time that’s been going on I’m surprised Kebiishi haven’t been considered as an enemy to show up yet. like I mean it was acknowledged once for a brief moment in one of the previous stages I can’t remember which but it was quickly brushed aside as the HRA are always the main enemy. also THIS STAGE SET UP IS SO FUN I LOVE IT and the projector just adds to it gosh all the moving stage pieces this is definitely my favorite stage set up so far <3 also the op and ed were prerecorded this time which threw me off at first but with how much these actors are moving around in this one they’d definitely be out of breath to sing.

welp as much as I love and miss manba it’s been very refreshing to follow a storyline that doesn’t involve him, and I’m very much looking forward to the next stage plays :3

[revengeoftheantichrist]

In the Woods Somewhere

Warnings: Cults, Gore, Manipulation

AO3

“You tell me what to do, or I die here.” Four days later “You don’t have to do anything, just come to the light.” “Leave me alone!” //// Michael had reached the peak of delirium. He had to get out of this forest. Maybe it was time to accept that his father had abandoned him. He couldn’t see the sate he was in, but he was sure it was the worst he ever looked. He was no longer the polished Hawthorne boy he had prided himself in being. This wasn’t the first time he faced crushing disappointment. He had to do what he always did; get up and carry on. //// He had no idea how long he had wandered for. The sun had set, and the moon was high. The scent of warm food caught his attention. The painful grumbling of his stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in at least 4 days. His legs moved towards the scent on their own, hoping for something at the end. As Michael got even deeper into the forest, he swore he could see lights somewhere. He saw buildings, quaint little cabins, like a little fairy-tale village. The closer he got the more he though he was seeing a mirage, rubbing his eyes, and blinking to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. The closer he got to the entrance, the weaker he got. There seemed to be no one out and about as he walked into the area. It was silent and peaceful. He leaned against one of the buildings before he could get any further. The hunger and thirst were getting to him. His eyes clamped shut as he fell into a heap by the building. //// Michael groaned as the warm sun hit his face. He heard whispers and murmurs around him has he opened his eyes. He could make out the figures of people surrounding him, his eyes still blurry and unfocused. He heard a voice that seemed to silence everyone and turn their attention away from him. He couldn’t hear what the voice was saying, but he knew he liked the sound of it. The crowd around him began to part, a figure getting closer to him. His eyes began to focus as they got down to his level. He thought this was another test or delusion. The beautiful woman was glowing in the morning sun, the light reflected off her like a halo. He smiled a little, thinking he had well and truly lost it. She looked at him with worry in her eyes, something he hadn’t felt from anyone for a long time. She gently held his cheek and Michael leaned into her soft hand; he had missed human touch.

“Are you okay?” She asked him, her voice equally as gentle. “You’re safe here, we can help you the best we can.” “Come,” she took his hand, “let us help you.” She signalled to some of the crowd to help her get him up. Michael said nothing as she let him lean on her, leading him into one of the larger buildings. He didn’t really care for the surroundings, only paying attention to the woman that had just helped him. He began to cry, overwhelmed with a variety of emotions. Maybe he was meant to find this place, maybe he was meant to find her, and this was part of his father’s plan all along. //// Y/N had not expected to find a dirty and dishevelled man this morning. The commotion and the crowd began to worry her, until she found the source of it all. Her community was far from civilisation and intentionally hard to find. She could tell from the state he was in that he wasn’t actively looking for them. He was meant to find them, she thought. He was sent to them by The Protector.

She sat the man down on one of the kitchen chairs, letting him get his bearings, she was sure he was freezing out there. She didn’t say a word as she filled a warm bowl with some water, while asking the staff to get some warm food for their guest. She placed the bowl down in front of him. “Here, its to wash your hands.” He just looked at her with wide eyes, hesitant to move. Y/N did not have time for this, gently taking his hands and washing them herself. She would not have grimy hands at the dinner table. “There, all done,” she smiled, drying his hands with a soft towel. “I’m sure you’re starving, so please eat your fill and then we can get you cleaned up. Okay?” The man nodded, tears forming in his eyes. She gently wiped his tears away, stroking his cheekbone to calm him down. She sat at the head of the table next to him, she took his hand, stroking it with her thumb. “Tell me, what is your name stranger?” she asked. “Michael,” he replied, barely able to get his words out. “Well, Michael, its nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” He gave her a hesitant smile. The were interrupted by the table being set. Warm soup, fresh bread, and a variety of other foods. Just the thought of them made his stomach grumble. Y/N handed him a bowl with some bread. “I just baked it this morning so it’s the freshest it can be, please, dig in.” She made a plate for herself too, having left for the morning rounds before breakfast. She wanted to make her guest feel more at ease. Michael didn’t hesitate to dig in, this was by far the best food he had had in a while. Y/N watched him devour his food, she had questions but didn’t want to disturb him. She was mostly glad that he liked her food, but she was the best cook in the community, and she knew it. She finished her own meal before him, getting up to make arrangements for her guest. He stopped mid bite to watch her leave, still slightly in awe of her.

Michael then noticed the glare he was getting from the other side of the room. The man seemed to want to kill him with his glare. Michael just smiled at him. He must have been a boyfriend or something, who felt jilted by the kindness Y/N had shown another man. The cockiness of his Hawthorne days seemed to trickle into him at the thought of pissing this guy off. He sat up straighter and wiped his face before finishing his meal. This could be fun. //// Michael was painfully full in a good way. Maybe he should wander around the forest for days and then gorge himself more often. Y/N returned to the kitchen just as he had finished. “Come, lets get you cleaned up,” she smiled, gesturing him to follow her. The people in the house parted for her, nodding as she passed by. Michael wondered why and how she was important. She opened a door to a bright room. The natural light was something alien to him after the long period of time spent underground in Hawthorne. “The bathroom is through there and has everything you need,” she pointed to another door. “There’s also fresh clothes for you in the closet. Just leave your current clothing in the laundry basket and we’ll get it back to you.” She reached for a strand of his hair, feeling it between her fingers, “I’m sure this’ll be super soft once its clean.” Michael nodded, he enjoyed the attention he got from her. “I’ll just be downstairs, please come find me when you’re all done,” with that she left the room, leaving Michael alone with his thoughts. //// Levi knew something was wrong with the man that seemed to wander into the community. Outsiders should not be trusted, and his leader knew this, but for some reason she turned a blind eye to this man. He had her favour, and knew he had nothing to worry about. Not just anyone had the privilege to even step into her home, let alone dine and stay. He had no fear in expressing his distrust of the new boy to his leader; he had seen the malice in his eyes at the table. Y/N was discussing matters of the community when Levi interrupted. She gave him a kind smile and dismissed the company she had to speak to him. He expressed his worry and his hesitation but could not get too far before he was interrupted. He scowled at the sight of the man at the door. //// Michael knew he had come at the right time from the look on the other mans face. He relished in it. “Well, it seems like I was right, you do clean up well,” Y/N spoke. She thought he looked ethereal now, the community robes had fit him so well, his golden hair really did stand out after it had been cleaned. “Come, take a seat Michael,” she nodded to the chair in front of her. He complied. She made Levi leave the room, wanting to speak to her guest alone. He hesitated before leaving, fearing the wrath of his leader. //// “So, tell me Michael, how did you find us?” “I think my father led me here.” He replied, totally serious. Y/N contemplated his answer before letting it slide. He was here for a reason; she could feel it and it did not matter how he got here. “Do you have any questions for me?” she asked. “Where am I and who are you?” he was blunt. “We are just a commune with our own way of life. As for me, I am in charge here. I know I look young but that’s because I am. I only inherited the title recently after my fathers passing,” she explained. That was enough for Michael for the time being. He knew that if there was a secret, he would uncover it eventually. For now, he wanted to enjoy the kindness he was shown. She reached for his hair the second time today, feeling the true softness of it now that it was clean. Michael said nothing as he enjoyed the feeling too much.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Ah, I see my dear brother finally has some time for me.” The man stopped in his tracks, giving a questioning look to the guest. “This is Michael, he will be our guest for a while. Michael, this is Isaac, my brother and second in command.” The men both shook hands, murmuring greetings to each other. “I’ve come to discuss the arrangements for the moon festival,” Isaac said. Y/N nodded. “If you could please excuse us Michael, I apologise our meeting has been cut short. However, I think Levi would be more than happy to give you a tour of the community. You can use that time to think of more questions.” Y/N knew Levi would be outside, trying to listen into the conversation. “Thank you, I’ll take you up on that tour offer,” with that, Michael left the office, shutting the door behind him. This was the perfect opportunity to get on Levi’s nerves. ////

The men walked in silence until they got a significant distance away from the building. Levi pushed Michael against a wall, “tell me why you’re really here and what do you want?” he asked through clenched teeth. Michael grinned at him, showing off his pearly whites. Levi jostled him again, “answer me.” “I’m here because my father wants me to be.” This was all he was going to get out of Michael. Michael took the opportunity to free himself. “I’m sure Y/N gave you a task to do Levi.” “Who gave you permission to use her first name,” Levi was seething, who did this boy think he was? “So I’ll just tell her that Levi didn’t give me a tour and abandoned me hmm? I’m sure she won’t be very happy with you,” Michael taunted. “She won’t do anything to me,” he replied, “She’s far too gentle. Not like her father or brothers. She wont last long at this rate.” He wasn’t meant to say that part out loud and Michael knew it. How interesting. The rest of the community tour went by without too many problems. The community seemed in awe of the new man, all trying to catch a glimpse and greeting him kindly. He must have been a blessing from The Protector. ////

The next few days were pretty uneventful for the community. They really enjoyed the new man’s presence. Michael enjoyed being here too. It was different. Everyone was kind and got along. Everyone knew who everyone was. It was like a little slice of heaven, or the closest Michael could ever get. He got stuck in with communal work. The old ladies seemed to love his company as he was taught basket weaving or bee keeping or other things. The children liked to make daisy chains for him while he told them stories he came up with. He saw Y/N with every meal, dining together seemed to be a huge part of the community. Lunch today was a little quiet before Y/N spoke, “Would you like to join in on our service this evening?” she asked him. “I’d love to,” he replied. His answer seemed to create some tension in the room, both Isaac and Levi were unhappy with his answer. “The community dines together once a week, after the service. I am sure the people you’ve met would love to have you. The children tell me the wildest of stories,” she laughed. Michael smiled back. //// The sun had set, and the community began to make its way to the temple. Michael had been given his own set of robes. They were however different in colour, to indicate he was still uninitiated. The children wore the same colour as him and they surrounded him in excitement. The congregation began to quieten down as Y/N made her way to the alter. She started the service by formally welcoming their guest, making Michael feel a little shy for the first time in a while. The sermon continued and Michael observed how everyone was captivated by the woman. She was excellent speaker. He didn’t really pay attention to what she was saying, he didn’t really care. He just liked the sound of her voice and loved to watch her. He had been watching her all week, every little mundane thing she did. He even liked to watch her sleep, sneaking into her room at night, just to lie next to her and observe. As the sermon got more intense, her voice seemed to spark a fire in him, and not the religious kind. He squirmed in his seat, biting his cheek, imagining himself taking her in front of the entire congregation. //// The community dinner was festive, and the food was delicious. Y/N looked around at the people she led and smiled, she hoped that things would remain like this forever and that the Protector would always have them in his favour. As the meal was nearing an end, some of the members made their way back to the temple. Michael’s curiosity was written all over his face. “It’s for the initiated only, I’m afraid we can’t let you in or tell you anything else,” Y/N leaned over and explained. Levi scowled from across the table, they were far too close for his liking. Michael nodded, reaching for more of the delicious wine. He had never tasted something so addicting before. Their conversation was interrupted by Y/N being called away. //// Michael stumbled back to the house. He didn’t think he could get drunk but there was definitely something else in the wine. He leaned against the side just to get his bearings. As the haze began to dissipate, Michael could hear a hushed conversation. “Father is rolling in his grave right now. She was not meant for this. All she had going for her was the birth order. That position should be mine! I should be at the pulpit, leading the flock and pleasing the Protector.” The man stopped to take a deep breath. “We can’t just get rid of her like that, you know the community loves her too much. We may have a riot,” another man spoke, “On top of that the new boy seems to have some sort of spell over the people too. Including our dear leader.” “Oh Levi, use your brain for once. We just blame it on him. Who would the people believe? Us, or an outsider? Think about it this is perfect. I want you to start some public tension with him. Make him look like he’s disturbing the peace. When the time is right, we ‘replace’ my dear sister.” Michael had heard enough. ////

He stumbled into the house and ‘accidently’ opened the wrong door. Falling into Y/Ns room. He looked up at her and gave her a lopsided grin. The look of worry on her face changed into an equally wide smile. “I see you’ve enjoyed the wine” Michael nodded, peeling himself up from the floor and lying on her soft bed. She said nothing as she shut her door. Exceptions could be made to her ‘no entry’ policy. She sat against the headboard, getting lost in her own thoughts. Michael took the opportunity to put his head in her lap. She stroked his hair and Michael almost purred at the sensation. He didn’t like that her attention was divided, he gently brought her face to look down at him. “What’s wrong? What is troubling you?” he slurred out. She sighed, unsure of weather or not she should share her thoughts. “My brother and Levi were whispering just outside, but I couldn’t hear them.” So she knew a little, Michael thought. This was perfect. He sat up straight to face her, taking her hands in his. “I heard them outside. But I don’t want you to think that I’m lying.” She hesitated a little, “whatever it is, tell me. I need to know.” Michael proceeded to explain the conversation to her. He watched her face drop. She lay back fully on the bed, trying to process it all. Michael lay next to her, getting as close as her could. “I’m sorry if what I said hurt you,” he mumbled. “I raised him you know. After my mother died. Our father barely acknowledged our existence,” her voice began to crack. “and this is the thanks I get? My own brother?” tears began to fall on the pillow. Michael wiped them away, just like she did his when he first arrived. “They think you’re weak. You have to show them that you’re a force to be reckoned with,” he egged her on. He wondered what pushing the right buttons would do and how she would react. There was a beast hiding inside her, he just had to help it break out. //// Y/N had spent two days thinking about how to deal with the information she was given. He guest could have been lying; however, her brother’s recent behaviour made the story credible. Tension in leadership was not good for morale. She would have to nip it in the bud and prove that she was not to be angered. She hoped that the Protector would guide her in the right direction. She wanted to give her brother the chance to address his grievances directly, therefore, she asked for a private meeting late at night. When the community would be asleep. They stood in front of the temple alter before she broke the silence. “I remember the sermons father used to give here.” “He was an extraordinary man,” he replied. “There’s a rumour going around Isaac, and I hope it’s not true,” she got straight to the point. “I’ve heard it too, it started when that new man came here. I think he’s up to something and I fear for your safety,” he sounded concerned. She knew he was lying. “Do you think the community thinks I’m a weak leader?” she turned to face him. “Not the community, just a select few people.” “Who? Tell me? You’re my eyes and ears here and you should know. So, tell me. And be honest.” He had to choose his words carefully. “That stranger is telling people lies about you. And… Levi seems to believe him too. He expressed his concern for you as a leader to me in private but did not want me to tell you.” She knew he was lying though his teeth. How like her brother to throw others under the bus, he’d been doing it his entire life. Y/N had the scars from the beatings she got for his mistakes. “You know I hate liars,” she smiled at her brother. “It hurts me to know my own sister would doubt me. We o0nly have each other and this is how you treat me?” “Maybe you should follow your own advice. And maybe, you should check your surroundings and not plan a coup right. Outside. My. Window.” The shock on Isaac’s face was comedic at this point. His eyes darted around the room to find some sort of answer, hoping the Protector would do something. “Nothing to say now? What are you looking for? Who’s going to save you hmm?” she taunted. She’d had enough of him now. She couldn’t have her own brother betray her. He had taken her kindness for weakness and now he would pay the price. She reached behind her at the alter and took the ceremonial blade. It was always lethally sharp. The fear in Isaac’s eyes was pitiful, “ please please forgive me! I beg you please. It wont happen again. You’ve proved yourself to me,” he begged. “I don’t have to prove myself to anyone. Now pray that the Protector makes your afterlife easy. They might listen to you for once.” He opened his mouth to speak again but only a gargle came out. Y/N did not hesitate to slice though his throat, letting herself be covered in her own brother’s blood. She was surprised at how little emotion she felt as she watched the light go out of his eyes. He would be an example of what her anger would do if she were ever to be crossed again. //// Michael had been watching the whole ordeal from the shadows. He felt a sort of pride. He knew she had it in her. The sight of her covered in blood was also a plus. He made his way back to the house ready to greet her after she was done dealing with the body.

She was still covered in blood when she returned to the house. Seeing Michael awake made her smile. “Oh, you’re still awake?” her blood covered hand resting on his cheek, leaving a mark. “I was waiting I had something to tell you.” “Oh? You’re not planning to leave, are you?” she sounded worried. She enjoyed his company far too much. “No,” he licked the blood from his cheek. “I want to be initiated.” The look of pure joy on her face made it clear how important this was. “Oh, I cannot even begin to describe how happy I am. We would love to have you become one of us, officially.” She held his face with both of her hands now. “The moon festival is in two days time. That would be the perfect time to do it. We can have an even bigger celebration!” She finally noticed the blood everywhere and pulled back from him. “I’m so sorry Michael, I got your face dirty, lets get cleaned up.” She began to make her way up the stairs to her bedroom. He shut the door behind them as she walked into the bathroom. Michael already knew the layout of the bathroom having watched his host in here countless times. She didn’t need to know. She filled the basin with warm water after washing her hands, before calling him over. Taking a warm washcloth, she began to wipe his face clean. “An elder will speak to you this morning and explain the process. You’ve met them all before and they’d be happy to help,” she wrung out the cloth before moving to the other cheek, “I’m unfortunately busy until the festival so I may not see you as often until then.” She finished by drying off his face. She sent him out to get some sleep as she took a shower to wash off the day. She needed some time to think to herself. //// Michael cracked his neck before walking out of the house in the morning. He had much to do before he could sneak around and ‘observe’ Y/Ns day. He was curios as to what had been done with Isaacs body. He found his answer as he walked into the village centre. Isaac was strung up for display. She had made a public example out of him. A ‘subtle’ warning. He was impressed, he didn’t expect it from his sweet host. The community paid no mind to the corpse, walking by as if it never existed. Although it was a rare sight, it had happened before under Y/Ns father. It was standard procedure for people disturbing the peace. The only person that looked worried was Levi, standing and staring at the display while fidgeting. He looked over and caught Michael’s eye. Michael smirked at him, making hi8m squirm even more. Michael continued to walk to his destination, whistling along the way and making sure to shove Levi on the way. //// The Moon festival had come by so quickly. The morning started with a communal breakfast, before an afternoon service in the temple. The real highlight was the evening. Again, another communal meal. Then everyone gathered around a huge bonfire to sing, dance and drink. To give thanks to the protector for all They had done for the community. Everyone wore shite robes for tonight. Hair was decorated with seasonal flowers. Michael had only seen Y/N from a distance today, but she looked beautiful nonetheless. The community was also buzzing for another reason. The stranger the had grown to love was going to become family. The children brought him a crown of flowers, before being sent to bed. They were kept away from the initiation until they were old enough. Y/N was nowhere to be seen, but Michael knew she would be watching.

The singing and dancing began to get more intense. The crowd waiting for Michael to pick out his gift to the Protector. Finally, he pointed into the crowd at a certain man. Levi looked at him in shock. He had no time to run. The crowd grabbed him and took him to Michael. The community began to sing the ritual song and hand Michael the ceremonial blade. When the time was right, Michael looked down at Levi and plunged the knife into his chest. The crowd cheered as the man bled out. The gathered around Michael and congratulated him, handing him drinks and hugging him. After he downed his final drink, the crowd parted for him to take the corpse to the temple and inner sanctum. That was the final stage. The door shut behind him as the inner sanctum opened. The room was large and intricate. So different from the simplicity that existed on the outside of the community. The High Priestess waited for him at the centre. She looked beautiful in her white ceremonial robes and crown of flowers. He robes were a little more intricate than the lay people, with precious stones and gold accenting the pieces. Michael dropped the corpse in front of her, not breaking eye contact. “Hmm, what a pity, I always liked that one,” she looked down at the ‘gift’. “I know,” he replied giving her a cocky smile. “I expected this place to be simpler,” he said. “We believe that you can live a simple life and indulge in your hedonism whenever you feel the need to. The outside is simple, and the inside reflects the complexity of our desires. I’m sure the elder explained to that we don’t really believe in sin.” “I don’t believe in sin either,” he replied. The unlit candle of the room slowly began to light, until the room was brighter than before. “They’re pleased with you,” she smiled. “What about you? Are you pleased with me?” he pulled her closer to him, kicking the body to the side. She reached for his hair again, just like she had done countless times before. “I am. But I think you can do more. What have you been waiting to show me?” she grinned at him. She wasn’t stupid, she knew he had been watching her every moment ever since he arrived. He wasn’t as sneaky as he thought. She liked to play the long game, wanting to push his buttons and to test his patience. She had heard everything her brother and Levi had said that night. She just wanted to test Michael’s honesty. Their noses were touching, their desires were obvious. One was just waiting for the other. Michael was the first to break, diving in to taste the lips he had been thinking about for so long. The kiss was hot and heavy. There was no shyness or hesitation. Both knew exactly what they wanted and that the other would give it to them. Y/N did not hesitate to untie his bloody robes, feeling every inch of his soft skin as she pushed the garment off. He moaned into her mouth as she thumbed his nipples. She liked that they were sensitive. His bloody hands stained her robes as he mirrored her actions. The broke away from one another, needing to stop for air. The took in each other’s bare forms, free from any obstructions. Y/N began to walk backwards to one of the cushioned areas of the room. She liked to be comfortable. Michael took the opportunity to push her back into the pillows. He straddled her before taking a nipple into his mouth. Her back arched at his ministrations. He moved on to the other side, while his still bloody hands trailed down her body and to her core. His featherlight touches were making here even more impatient, desperate for all he could offer her and more. His fingers finally entered her as his mouth made its way down her body, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down. He didn’t hesitate when he reached her core, licking and sucking with the utmost precision. He had to go beyond the high standards of a High Priestess. Her hands gripped his hair, the ache on his scalp spurred him on even further. He could tell she was close by the way her legs clamped around his head. He would have been more than happy to die here. With one final lick she came undone around him. Her head thrown back and not holding in her sounds of pleasure. Michael looked up at her, her juices all over his face. She said nothing as she brought his face closer, going in for a heated kiss and tasting herself. Michael was oozing precum at this point, wanting nothing more that to bury himself deep inside her. He rubbed his cock over her sensitive folds. Breaking away from the kiss, he made sure she looked him in the eyes as he entered her. The stretch felt so good. Both moaned happily at finally getting to this moment. It had been far too long. Michael didn’t hesitate to set a desperate pace. There was no time for teasing now. His grip on her hips was bruising. She pulled him closer, nails digging into his back. Neither were going to last long, both chasing a high. Her already sensitive walls began to clench around him, indicating she was close. His fingers toyed with her clit and the coil in her belly began to snap. Michael followed behind, losing all control. His eyes briefly turned black and his skin a papery white. Y/N knew she was right. That he was sent here for a reason. She would ask him about this later. He caught his breath and finally pulled out, watching their juices make a mess. Her legs were still shaking in the aftershocks, the pleasure had actually brought her to tears. He collapsed next to her, both trying to regulate their breathing but neither wanting to leave the pleasured haze. The looked at each other and laughed, waiting this long was definitely worth it. “I can’t believe you joined a cult just to fuck someone.” He raised his brow. “What? I’m very self-aware.” “And I’d do it all over again,” he said, as he turned her over for round two. He was going to milk his new-found privileges to the max.

[stardust-walker]

High Hopes: Chapter 11

Previous Chapters:  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

word count: 3364

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Dove never thought that she would see sunlight again. She felt sad for losing Jacqui, of course. The older woman had been kinder to her and Carol than she had to be, but she was more grateful to have her family with her. To be able to feel the sun on her face again. She stood close by Carol as she watched the men try to bust the windows down with everything, they could get their hands on. The axes, chairs, hell even the guns. Nothing worked.

A thought crossed through Dove’s head as she sat on the ground next to Sophia to shield her from anything that might go flying. In an instant, her attention was drawn away from the window to her sister who was already on her feet, ready to hand Rick a grenade. She scrambled to her feet, more careful as she pulled Sophia right along with her. “A nail file isn’t gonna help,” Shane said. God even close to death, Shane can be a fucking asshole. She said nothing and smirked to herself as she saw the shock cross Rick’s face.

The explosion was loud and shook the whole room. Sophia yelped and Dove covered her ears as the grenade exploded and the glass shattered. She could feel the wind on her back already, they were so nearly free. There was shouting as everyone began to pile towards the window. Glenn jumped down out of the window and held his hand out to Dove, ready to steady her when she landed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she turned and held her arms out for Sophia as the others continued to jump around her. “Just jump, Sophia. I got you!” Dove called up to her as Carol jumped down and cast a worried glance between her family members.

“You can do it Sophia, come on honey. It’s not that far,” Carol’s voice shook.

Sophia let out a small whimper before she finally jumped. Just like she promised, Dove leaned forward and caught the girl before her feet could touch the ground. “Good girl, Soph,” Glenn managed a weak smile as the four of them took off towards the cars with the rest of the group. There were walkers everywhere, but they were going down just as fast. It was only as she pushed Sophia and Carol closer to the car that she noticed something.

“Wait where’s Dale,” Dove shouted over the chaos.

Carol froze, hand on the door handle to the car before she pointed towards the building. “There they are!” Dove took her word for it as she opened the passenger side door and got into the car. She wanted Carol to slam on the gas and just go but she knew there was no way they were going anywhere alone.

The shockwaves from the CDC exploding shook the earth around them as Carol laid down across the front seat. Dove peeked her head up when it was finally over, only to see that Sophia was peeking her head up from the floor of the Jeep. “Good girl,” Dove chuckled weakly as she reached back and ruffled Sophia’s hair.

A look through the back window before the caravan started to move showed that T and even Daryl looked just as frightened as everyone else did. There was nowhere to go but forward. The younger woman leaned back in the passenger seat as Carol put the car in drive. It was the first time in a long time that she just wanted to drive in silence.

~

No matter how nice they were, Dove didn’t like the idea of heading back to the Vatos gang. Something just didn’t feel right about it and she was sure to tell her sister about it. “Listen, I mean they weren’t bad people. There were a lot of them there, I just don’t know if they’ll be so willing to take in a big group of people,” she muttered to Carol after she heard Rick talk over the walkie.

Carol sighed and ran a hand down her face. “I don’t know. We might as well go if Rick thinks it’s a good idea.” She tried to keep her voice down as best she could. Dove could feel for her, still wanting to protect Sophia from hearing things she shouldn’t have to.

A quick look over her shoulder and Dove leaned closer to her sister in the front seat. “Yeah well Rick also thought the CDC was a good idea and look…”

“Enough. We’re not talking about this anymore,” Carol shook her head as she reached over and hit the volume button on the radio. Dove’s music started right back up where she left off and she was left feeling like a scolded child as she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

It was silent until they pulled up to the gates, then it was too silent. Dove whispered, “Sophia, do me a favor? Hand me that crowbar in the hatch back there,” Dove said as she continued to stare out the front windshield.

“This one,” Sophia questioned as she passed it in between the two women in the front seat.

Carol looked between her sister and the weapon but didn’t say anything. Dove beamed as she took the bar from the girl’s hand. “Yes, that exact one. Thank you, sweetheart.” She felt like a line of ants as the group marched along together up to the bricks that marked the entrance.

“All the guns they gave us, they’ll probably throw us a party,” Daryl answered as Andrea voiced Dove’s own concerns about the group, they were on their way to see. “Good call…for once,” he glanced sideways at Rick. Dove rolled her eyes and held a hand behind her.

“Just stay behind me, okay,” she said quietly to Carol and Sophia. As they walked further in, it felt more and more wrong.

“Where’re the lookouts,” Glenn panicked.

“Something isn’t right here,” Dove hissed back quietly as her eyes darted around the grounds. A few moments later, she realized what exactly had happened. Walkers were inside the camp. Panic swept over her as she turned her back to the men and focused on Sophia. Carol already held a hand over her eyes and crouched down next to her. “Don’t scream it’s gonna be alright,” Dove tried to keep her voice calm even though she felt her own panic rising.

She pulled Sophia right after her as they began to follow Rick through the building. Dove offered quiet words of encouragement to Sophia for being able to keep quiet, hell it was worth a shot. It didn’t help much as the little girl rounded the corner first and got a full view of a few dead bodies. As Sophia clung to her mother, Dove’s attention turned to Daryl. “You shut that little girl the hell up! Right now, or I will” he growled back at them.

Dove narrowed her eyes and raised her crowbar slightly until a strong grip made her stop. “You cut that out, right now.” Lori warned him as she pushed Dove back a step. She had to give it to the other woman, she had really nailed the ‘lecturing mom’ look and voice. It even made Dixon stop with how intense she was. A sharp tug on her arm pulled her back as the women went to block the doors. “Listen, I know you’re angry.” Lori sighed as they pulled an empty refrigerator across the room together, “but you can’t let him get to you like that.”

Dove huffed as she pulled harder on the fridge, a relieved exhale left her as Lori nodded to show that it was good enough. Dove brushed her hair back from her face and lowered her voice. “He threatened Sophia.”

Lori shook her head and placed a hand on the younger brunette’s shoulder, “You leave Daryl to me. I mean he listened this time, right?” Dove didn’t answer and Lori continued. “Besides, if he gets too out of hand, we’ll just sick you on him.” Lori gave her arm a playful shove before she marched back over to the others.

“Promises, promises,” Dove chuckled as she picked up her crowbar and tried to prepare herself for what else they might see. Sudden movement behind the door made her drop to the ground where she stood. Her eyes locked with Carol until it was safe enough to move.

~

It was serious business when Carol was angry enough to speak her mind and Dove knew it. “Are you telling the truth or are you lying like all the other times?” Carol looked angry and Dove felt a wave of admiration go through her. There she was, that was the woman that made Dove want to be strong. The real Carol peeked through for a moment and then it was gone like a puff of smoke as Lori spoke in defense of her husband.

Dove placed a hand on Carol’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze, “Atta girl,” she muttered under her breath.

“The hell happened,” Glenn sighed as he looked around the room.

“What do you think,” Andrea spoke up. Dove felt her blood start to boil. Did she have to be so condescending? “They got overrun.” Dove rolled her eyes, then raised her eyebrows. Daryl had scoffed at the other woman. “Something to say,” Andrea snapped.

“Uh yeah, how about observant,” Daryl snapped right back.

Andrea nodded, “Observant. Big word coming from a guy like you. Three whole syllables.”

Dove pinched the bridge of her nose, “Can you like stop being a condescending bitch for like 5 damn seconds and let someone else have an opinion?” She planted her feet on the ground and placed her hand on her hip as she observed the other woman. There was a stunned silence for a moment before Daryl continued. Hell, she never thought she’d defend Daryl ever, especially after what he’d said to Sophia, but everyone deserved to have their voices heard.

Daryl continued, “Walkers didn’t do this.” That was clear to anyone with a brain. The ones she’d seen all had headshots. “Geeks didn’t show up until all this went down. Somebody attacked this place.” Dove felt Sophia shift closer to her. “Killed all these people, took whatever they wanted. They’re all shot in the head, execution style. Y’all worried about walkers? What about the people that came and did all this?”

Dove glanced over at Rick as he looked over a body. A nod from the sheriff seemed to confirm everything that Daryl had just said. Dove never thought she would see the day when she could appreciate any words coming out of the mouth of Daryl Dixon, but she never thought she’d see the dead walk either. “Get a dictionary,” Daryl smirked at Andrea, “look it up. Observant.”

Dove couldn’t fight back the nervous giggle that left her lips at Andrea’s face. A subtle slap to the arm made her clear her throat as she rose to her feet again. “Sorry. Sorry,” she mumbled as she placed a hand over her mouth and walked over closer to Glenn.

Glenn watched as Daryl left the room. “Did that just happen,” he mumbled to Dove.

“I don’t know about you, but that might have just about been the best thing I’ve seen in weeks,” Dove whispered back. “But odds are, that might have shoved the stick further up Andrea’s ass.” She nudged Glenn as the group started to move on again. Glenn just shook his head.

~

One bottle of water, garbanzo beans, and fucking cough drops. That’s all that was left out of everything Guillermo had fought for. What would be left of her when she died? Probably just a crowbar, a comfortable pair of boots, and maybe a few old pieces of jewelry. That’s if she was lucky.

“I don’t think salty snacks are that great without water,” Dove sighed as she caught the bag of chips Shane had tossed to her.. “I think I’ll pass,” she smiled as she held out her bag of chips to Carl. The little boy took them with a big beaming smile.

Dove wasn’t that surprised at all to see that Shane had managed to smuggle a bottle of wine out of the CDC right along with him. “I’d go easy on that stuff,” Lori spoke up again as Daryl went to open the bottle, “don’t forget where we are.”

Daryl nodded and uttered a quick, “Yes ma’am,” before popping the bottle open. Dove ruffled Sophia’s hair as she tried her best to look like she was enjoying the meal in front of her. It made her sad to think about all the things her family might have been through without her around.

Dove sighed and dug through the bag she had left in the car. She shuffled a pack of cards nervously as Glenn brought up all the people that had been killed. Her eyes drifted around the room before they landed on Daryl. He just shook his head as he took another drink from the bottle. Carol shook her head as the men left the room. “I’m perfectly fine with them talking about it with adults here but with the kids, they really do need to be more careful,” she sighed as she stroked Sophia’s hair and tried to calm her down.

Lori sank down to the ground next to Carl and stared at the paper crafts on the wall. “I’m sorry, Carol. I can talk to them when they get back in if you want.”

Dove shook her head as she focused on the movement of the cards between her hands. “You don’t have to. I’ll do it.” Her focus shifted to the other woman, a look of surprise on her face. “You don’t have to carry the weight of actual common sense on your shoulders, Lori. I got you this time, but you owe me.” Lori smiled gratefully as she went to reply but was interrupted by a scoff from across the room. “You got some other enlightening information for us all Andrea, or are you just going to sit over there are wallow enough for all of us?” Dove’s attention turned to the blonde woman.

Andrea shifted forward as she spoke, “You’re all trying to play leader like it matter or something. Everything’s gone. None of that matters anymore! Look around us! Everyone else is dead,” Andrea stopped as Sophia began to whimper and inched closer to Carol.

Dove gripped the cards in her hands so tight she thought she might break the skin before she composed herself enough to reply, “If none of it matters then why the hell are you still here? You don’t even believe half of the shit you’re spewing out. I think you’re just angry because Dale wouldn’t let you get yourself blown up and on top of it? You got outsmarted by Daryl Dixon of all people! Now I can’t imagine how that would feel, but what I would like to imagine is for you to decide whether you want to stay here and act like shit matters or else you decide to go out on your own and get yourself killed.” The silence between the women in the room was palpable as Carol stared at her sister and Lori placed an arm around Carl.

“You must have been a shitty counselor,” Andrea snapped at the brunette across from her.

“Yeah and you must have been a real shit lawyer if that’s your only argument. Now shut the hell up and eat your beans or I’ll come over there and take them for someone who’s actually grateful for what they got,” Dove snapped. The silence was only broken by the door being opened back up and the men filed back in. A confused look crossed Dale’s face as he glanced over and saw Andrea begin to pick at the food on her plate. A hand raised in the air and that said to Dove that he wasn’t even going to ask.

~

A few hours passed after Dove had taken it upon herself to talk to Glenn about not upsetting Sophia and she felt like she had kicked a puppy. At least she’d done him the courtesy of doing it while he was on watch. A hand shook her awake from her slumber as she jolted up. It was Glenn. “Hey, you asked me to let you know when I was off watch. You sure you wanna go out there,” even in the dark, she could see the worry cross his face.

Dove sighed heavily as she dug into her bag and pulled out the pack of cigarettes she’d been trying to sneak since this whole thing started. She’d been too close to Carol, she’d feared a lecture, but now she couldn’t give a fuck. “Yeah, gotta bite the bullet and go talk to the other one.” She ran a hand through her hair as she shoved the pack and her lighter into her pocket. Glenn held a handout and helped his friend to her feet before he took her spot on the ground next to Carol and Sophia. “Keep it warm for me, buddy,” Dove winked at the younger man as she headed quietly to the door.

She didn’t have to look far until she saw the man on the top of the stairs. His hearing must have been better than she thought as he turned to see her walk down the hallway. Dove pulled her hands from her pockets and held them up, pack in one hand and lighter in the other. “I come in peace,” she whispered as she came to a stop by the railing. Daryl just grunted as he turned to look back down the stairs. The only sound the echoed between them for a moment was a click from the lighter and then a relieved sigh as the cigarette finally lit. Dove held out the pack to Daryl as she removed the cigarette from her mouth and blew the smoke out after a few seconds. “A one-time offer,” she chirped as she waved the pack in front of the man and handed him the lighter after he swiped it from her hand.

“What do ya want,” he whispered as he began to light his cigarette.

Dove sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Sorry that I told you I was going to put you in a chokehold. I was stressed,” she caught Daryl’s eye for a moment. The look on his face made her want to shrink back into her coat. “Yeah, that must sound pretty stupid. I’m not sorry for wanting to kick your ass for being a dick to Sophia though.” She laughed quietly before Daryl spoke up.

“Apology accepted. But next time you threaten me with something, you best follow through,” Daryl’s response was humorless and Dove just nodded in response.

The two of them spent the next few minutes in silence. Smoke filling their lungs and being blown back out into the air every few seconds. Dove yawned and raised her arms above her head, “I thought it was pretty awesome how you took charge before when Andrea tried to call you stupid.”

Another scoff. “I didn’t do it to fucking be awesome. Ya’ll gotta know what we’re dealin with. I don’t give a shit if someone thinks I’m stupid. So long as I know I got my shit together.”

Dove nodded her head as she tossed cigarette to the floor. The light on the end of the cigarette went out as she pressed the toe of her shoe into it and blew the last of the smoke from her mouth. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re that stupid.” Daryl turned his head slightly to look at her, his expression unreadable. A smirk crept onto Dove’s face as she leaned down slightly, “but if you threaten my niece again? I just might have to kill you.” She stood up straighter again, as calm as ever. “Night,” she cooed over her shoulder and then she was off down the hallway again. Within a matter of seconds, Daryl was alone in the hallway again and it was like it never happened.

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@crossbowking​ @momc95​ @chaotic-gary-king-stan​​

[xeunoais]

Mr. CEO

(A/N: i love ceo! shawn. thats it. that all i have to say)

Summary: Shawn Mendes is one of the youngest CEOs’ in the world. He was also one of the most popular fighters out there. He had a thing going with his personal assistant Y/N. That was until it started going downhill. Will they be able to fix the damage?

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My phone started buzzing.

“Hey Y/N!” A voice boomed through the phone.

“Hi Brian.” I replied.

Brian is Shawn’s best friend. I don’t know him as well as Shawn does but I know him well enough to consider him a friend of mine too.

“I got free tickets for the championship tonight.”

“What championship?”

“The fight, duh.”

“Okay, and?”

“I got two tickets, you’re coming with me.”

“What about Shawn?” I stated softly, kind of confused.

“Dude, we’re going him only.” He replied.

“What do you mean?” I asked, still very confused.

“Oh shit. You don’t know that he fights, do you?” Brian said chuckling.

“Brian, this isn’t funny!”

Since my laptop was right in front of me I decided to do something I never thought I would. I googled my boyfriend’s name. And then there it was. Pictures of him in the ring. My mouth dropped.

“I’m guessing your speechless.” Brian laughed again.

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I’m guessing he just assumed you already knew.”

“This is crazy. I need to talk to him. I have to talk to him right now.” I said as I was getting up.

“Um, he’s already gone to the stadium.” Brian stated, clearly amused by this whole situation.

“I’m going to kill him!”

“Sure. Its already five. I’ll pick you up and we could get something to eat and then head to the stadium.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Y/N, calm down. Its all going to be fine. I’ll see you soon.”

As he hung up the phone, mixed emotions clogged my mind. I hate to admit this but the fact he’s a fighter made me feel a little weird.

-

As soon as I entered the stadium, I could hear people cheering. I felt like I didn’t belong here almost instantly.

“He’s going to be so happy you’re here!” Brian shouted over the noise from the crowd.

“Yeah, he better have a death wish.” I muttered.

“Let’s go to our seats. Its front row.”

“Isn’t this just lovely. I get front row just to see my boyfriend get beaten.” I said sarcastically.

“Correction. You get to see you boyfriend beating someone up.”

“Why does he even have to do this. He has plenty of money.” I mumbled started to get overwhelmed and upset by the whole situation.

“Y/N. This is where he gets his most of his money from. And, its his passion.” Brian said. I saw what he meant. Shawn was forced into the business world. He loved it but it wasn’t what he wanted to do. But he didn’t have an option when it came down to it. But that still doesn’t change the fact that I’m upset with this whole situation.

Round 1 was starting. They introduced the fighters. Shawn was going up against someone with the name of Lewis Patterson. He was huge. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.

Shawn searched the crowd and then his eyes spotted us. He smiled at me and I smiled back trying to hide how terrified I was from him.

Whenever the fight begin, I squeezed my eyes shut. I simply couldn’t watch.

“Y/N, open your eyes and calm down. Shawn is going to win.” Brian said loud enough for me to hear.

I opened my eyes and saw Shawn throwing punch after punch until the guy was on the ground. By round 2, Shawn’s face was clean. He hadn’t been touched. I sighed in relief at the sight.

I sat there watching and before I knew the fight was over and Shawn had won. He locked eyes with me and I smiled at him trying to hide the fact that I was so terrified to the point that I was literally shaking.

Brian led me to the dressing rooms. And there it was. Shawn Mendes. The signed was plastered on the door. I stood there for a second and then I walked inside. He was packing all of his stuff before so he turned around and looked at me with a smile.

“Hey I-“

“You are an Idiot!” I shouted. He looked at me with the same amount of amusement on his face as Brian did. I walked over to him and started hitting his chest repeatedly.

“Baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He chuckled softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” I snapped.

“I thought you knew.” He said.

“Well I didn’t, genius!”

“I like it when you feisty.”

“What if something happened to you.” I mumbled.

“If we worried about all of the what if questions, then we wouldn’t do what we loved.” He stated.

I walked over to him and stood on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I was worried.”

“That’s sweet.” He said, with a shit eating grin on his face. I slapped his chest again.

“I’m sorry you were worried. But look at me. I’m okay.” He spoke softly with a smile.

As mad as he could make me sometimes, I was in love with him. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.

-

“Hey Y/N, what plans do I have for next week?” Shawn asked.

“A meeting with the Peter’s and the uh, opening of the restaurant down the street.” I replied.

“Cancel them.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I’m going to Pairs.” He stated.

“For how many days?”

“Two weeks.”

I felt a little upset that he’d be gone for two weeks and I wouldn’t be able to see him.

“Oh, um, cool.” I said trying to hide my disappointment.

“Yeah so book two tickets for Monday.” He said.

“Oh for you and Brian?” I asked.

He laughed.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You’re such a dork.” He spoke as he kissed me cheek.

I was still completely clueless.

“Two tickets for me and you, silly girl.”

I was shocked.

“I have a conference there for two days and then the rest will be for me and you to spend more time together. If you want to of course.” He rambled.

“You don’t have to y-“ I started.

“I do. So stop being so modest and kiss me already.” He smirked.

“You’re so cheeky. Its not even attractive.” I giggled.

He pulled me close.

“You crave my cheekiness.” He whispered.

“Nope.” I said popping the p.

“Oh stop lying dork.”

“Stop calling me dork.”

“Nope, you’re such a dork.”

“Shawn, act your age.”

“Sure, angel.” He grinned and kissed me.

“You’re irritating.” I said trying to find my smile.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Nope.”

“Yep.”

“Stop.”

“Nope.”

A knock on the door brought us back to reality and I moved away from him slowly.

“Come in.” Shawn growled. Clearly irritated that we were interrupted.

A woman with an extremely tight and short skirt came in and stood before us.

“Sir, these the files you asked for.” She said leaning onto him. He back away.

“Wait, who are you?” He asked.

“I’m Hailey. Sir, I work in the accounts department.” She said desperately.

“I’ve never seen you here.” He said bluntly.

She gasped and it took everything in me not to laugh.

“Sir, you asked Joe for these files.”

“I asked him for those two weeks okay but never mind. You can leave now.” He spoke.

“Okay but sir, if you need any help, you can tell me.”

“No. I already have someone who can take care of what I need.” He looked at me as he spoke with a grin on his face.

She huffed and walked out.

“Why were you so rude to her?” I asked.

“I wasn’t! I don’t even know her.” He defended himself.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot, Y/N.”

I smiled and shook my head softly.

Who knew love felt this good.

-

*4 weeks later*

-

“Clear off the rumors now.” Shawn snapped after he got off the phone.

“What rumors?” I asked.

“That I’m in a relationship with one of my colleagues.” He said.

“But its not a rumor because its technically true.” I stated.

“So? The world knows I don’t do relationships. They’re probably going to take it far and say that I remain distracted, because of which I will lose profits.” He said.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“Are you ashamed of us?” I asked him.

Realization hit him as soonas I said those words.

“You know thats not true.”

“No, but you just said that you don’t want people to know.”

“If you heard carefully, I said that my company would face losses.”

“Name one CEO who’s company is in loss because he’s in a relationship.”

“Why are you overreacting? Its not like this thing we have is serious anyways.”

I looked at him in disbelief. He didn’t meant that. Did he?

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“What?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Admit it. I know you want to be spoken about. I know you want people to know that you’re dating the CEO of the world’s biggest company.”

My heart broke at his words.

“Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you objectify me? You know what? To remove the burden from your shoulders, I’ll resign. Simple. That way your public image won’t be at stake.”

“Do you hear yourself right now? You sound insane. You can’t get offended over such a small thing, Y/N.”

“Such a small thing? Alright I’m sorry Mr. Mendes.“

I walked out of his room. I could hear him calling out to me.

I wiped my tears and made my registration letter ready. It was all like deja vu. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I knew I needed a new job asap. So I called the one person who helped me with this one before. Joe. He worked for Shawn but he became one of my best friends.

“Joe, I need a high paying job. I have bills I need to pay and my rent too.” I sighed.

“I will get back to you if I find anything. But hey Shawn’s an idiot for whatever he did to you.”

“Thanks, Joe.” I said as I hung up the phone.

What will I do now?

-

*Shawn’s POV*

“Why the hell would you do that?” Brian shouted at me.

“I can’t do this to her. You know what happened the last time right.” I said reminiscing my past relationships.

“Oh come on! You are so fucking stupid. Can you imagine how she must be feeling right now?”

“Its better if she leaves now. It’ll only hurt her more in the future if we stay together.”

“Oh please. Who enlightened you on that thought?” Brian asked.

“Nobody.” I mumbled as I looked away.

“Shawn,” He started.

“Fine, Hunter threatened that he was going to hurt her.”

“Hunter? As in the boxer that you have a fight coming up with?”

“Yeah.”

“And since when did Shawn Mendes start caring about threats like that?”

“Brian. You know I’d kill him if he just so happened to touch her. But I can’t invite such a situation because I don’t want him near Y/N.” I admitted.

“Shawn, I know you won’t make a mistake again. I know that you will still protect her even if she hates you or leaves you for that matter. Don’t do this her or yourself.”

“Just give me some time, Brian. I need to think this through.”

“Don’t make your decision in haste, Shawn.” He said as he walked out of my office.

Y/N changed me for the better. That was the only reason why I was scared.

My phone buzzed and that brought me away from my thoughts.

Y/N had messaged me.

From My angel👼 :

Shawn I need you to talk to me. You never act this way. So I need you to tell me whats wrong. If you think we jumped into a relationship too fast, then I respect your decision and I am fine with waiting. But you have to tell me what’s wrong. Just text me back whenever..

I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

-

“Lets go see a movie.” Brian said.

“Not in the mood.”

“Then what about dinner?”

“I just want to stay home. You go ahead.” I said.

“I wanna do something with you though.” I turned my head and looked at him. His eyes got wide and I bursted out laughing.

“I didn’t mean it that way. Get your mind out of the gutter, dumbass.”

“You’re such a creep.” I said.

“Right, of course. I’m not the one who wrote love letters to girls without mentioning my name.”

“That was on time!”

“Surrreee. If thats what helps you sleep at night.”

“You do, Brian.” I said with an amused smirk on my face.

He gave me a disgusted look.

“This is just getting out of hand now. I knew you always had a thing for me!”

“Right, of course.” I said sarcastically.

“Okay now get your ass up and dressed. Three of us are going ot see a movie.”

“Three? Who’s the thir-“

“You, me, and Y/N.” He stated.

-

*Y/N’s POV*

I waiting outside the theater for Brian and Shawn. While I was sitting there waiting nerves started filling me in. I had to face Shawn again after what he did to me.

“Well look who’s here.”

I turned around to see who said that and saw a tall, muscular guy smirking down at me. Who was he?

“If you’re wondering, I’m Hunter. You’re Shawn’s girl, aren’t you?”

“Who are you?” I asked him.

“I just said, I’m Hunter.” He smirked again and stepped forward. I took a step back.

“You seem to be,” he paused and stared at me for a second. “pretty intriguing.”

“Listen. I don’t know you. And I have to go now.” I said turning around and starting to walk away but was quickly stopped as he grabbed my arm.

“Not so fast, babe.” He said, poison laved through his tone of voice. Panic began to set into me.

“Hunter. I see you haven’t lost your habits of trying to take what rightfully belongs to someone else.”

My head snapped around and then my eyes were met with the sight of Shawn standing there with Brian beside him. I sighed in relief.

“Oh look who decided to join us.” Hunter remarked.

“Leave her out of this.” Shawn spoke sternly.

“And what will you do about it?” Hunter growled, his grip on my arm tightened. I whimpered in pain from the feeling.

I closed my eyes tightly until the hand that was around my arm was no longer there. I opened my eyes to find Hunter against a wall and Shawn’s hands on the collar of his shirt.

“What happens in the ring, stays in the ring.” Shawn mumbled in anger.

“I’m so scared.” Hunter remarked sarcastically.

“Listen here you dickhead-“ Shawn was cut off.

“Shawn leave him alone.” Brian spoke up stepping in front of me. “He’s not worth this right now.”

“Yeah listen to your friend.” Hunter spoke.

“Shut the fuck up Hunter. I’m stopping him from killing you right now.” Brian spit out at him.

“Whatever.” Hunter muttered walking away as Shawn let go of his collar.

What just happened?

“Why were you talking to him?” Shawn said bluntly.

“I wasn’t.”

“Right. You’re never wrong, are you?” He snapped.

“What is your problem?”

“Nothing.”

“Shawn, I know you want to protect me but-“

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t give a damn about anyone. Especially not you.” He lied. He has always been a bad liar.

“Then why did you react like this? Why’d you stop him?”

“Hunter and I have other issues. I’m not always thinking about you.” He lied again.

“Sure.” I said sarcastically.

“Brian, Can you drop her off at home or something?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I said.

“You’re crazy.” Shawn replied shaking his head.

“What?”

“You could have bern kidnapped and you’re acting so calm about it.” Shawn nearly shouted.

“I knew you were coming.” I mumbled softly.

“I’m not always gonna be there so stop depending on me.” He said bluntly.

“Why are you behaving this way? I know you’re doing this to distance yourself away from me but can you please just stop for a minute and actually talk to me like a human being?”

Shawn just rolled his eyes and walked in.

“He will come around. Just give him some time.” Brian said while patting my back gently.

-

I sat on my couch flipping through the channels on TV until my phone started buzzing.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N.”

“Brian. What’s up?”

“There is an issue.”

“What happened?”

“Shawn,” Brian hesitated to finish,”Uh, he’s in the hospital.”

My heart sunk. My eyes widened and I shot up off the couch.

“What? How?”

“He’s fine. Don’t panic. But he seriously needs to see you.”

“But tell me what happened.”

“He got into a fight..“

-

Part 2?

(A/N: i truly hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it! its definitely longer than anything else i’ve ever written! and it’s definitely taken more time than anything i’ve every written too. and remember, feedback is highly appreciated!!❤️)

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Inseparable Chapter 15: Animal Tendencies

Adrien struggles with his newfound knowledge.

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Marinette - Ladybug - had asked him what he wanted to watch. Somehow, Adrien agreed to a movie. He has no memory of doing so, but since they were laying side by side in her bed, laptop on her lap as the light from the movie illuminated them in the dark, it clearly had to have happened. He risked a glance to the side, aiming to get another look at the incriminating T-shirt.

There were probably other explanations. She was a personal friend of Jagged Stone. Maybe he sent the shirt to her, or maybe she got it because she was such a big fan of his. Adrien had found a way to get it early - it was possible she managed it as well.

Then his eyes traveled up to her face and he felt his heart flip as she laughed at a joke from the movie. Logic flew out the window. There was only one girl who could make him feel this way, even if he had been steadfastly ignoring how he felt around Marinette. A flicker of a smile came to his face when he realized he’d been denying that crush out of a sense of loyalty to her alter ego.

The smile quickly passed as the gravity of the situation crushed him, doubts hounding his every thought.

There was nothing he wanted more than to stay here like this forever. Close together, the space between them practically nothing. His hand was itching to grab hers, so maddeningly close… but he couldn’t do it. Not yet. He felt lost - confused. There were too many unanswered questions right now for him to make any kind of move. Which just left him beside her, yearning to reach out but paralyzed by uncertainty. One movie ended, another began. Just when he had nearly built up the courage to say anything, a knock on the door jolted him back into reality. The world suddenly became more than just him and her.

“Adrien,” Tom’s voice called through the wood of the trapdoor, “A, um, very large, silent man is standing outside the bakery. We think he is your… bodyguard?”

Relief poured down his spine like cold water even as a part of him was sad to leave. He was galvanized into moving for the first time in hours.

“I, uh… I had fun today…” Marinette fidgeted with her hands as he was halfway down the ladder. Even in his turmoil he stopped to smile softly at her shyness. “Maybe we can…” She waved her hand at the laptop, “...again, sometime?”

A long moment passed before he registered that he needed to respond. “Oh! Y-yeah, I’d like that.” Another pause as they watched each other, words hanging unsaid in the air between them. “I’d better get going.”

“R-right, of course.”

“The Gorilla is waiting…”

“Mmhm, yup.”

“...But I’ll see you at school. Later.”

“Yes! Later is good.”

“And probably after school. Since we, uh, we have a project to do.” He hated that he was rambling but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He didn’t want to leave her, but he couldn’t stay either.

“Lots of work to do on that project.”

“So… bye?”

“Y-yeah. Night good!” She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. “Good night,” she repeated, slowly.

He nodded and shut his mouth. He awkwardly climbed down her ladder in silence and left the bakery after a few words of thanks to her parents. The Gorilla was characteristically silent as he drove Adrien to the Agreste estate before leaving for home himself. There was no one to greet him when he got home, so he shambled off to his room in silence.

At least, until they reached the privacy of his room and Plagg emerged from Adrien’s bag.

“Well, well, well,” Plagg said while rubbing his paws together with a nearly malicious glee. “Looks like lover boy has made a discovery.”

Adrien sat down on the side of his bed. “Marinette is Ladybug.” Somehow, saying it out loud made it feel all the more real.

“Marinette is Ladybug,” Plagg nodded.

“I’m in love with Ladybug.”

His kwami sighed. “You’ve made that abundantly clear, kid.”

“...I’m in love with Marinette.”

“Because she is Ladybug? Or was there something there before?” When Adrien opened his mouth to speak, Plagg hushed him. “And be honest!”

Rubbing the back of his head, Adrien struggled to find a response. “Well, I… now that I think about it I guess you could say that I… but…”

Plagg rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, kid. Out with it! This isn’t that difficult.”

“I… love her.” He let out a wistful sigh. “I guess I always did.”

“Great. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, how are you going to break the news to Pigtails?”

“I don’t know, Plagg… This changes everything!”

“Okay kid now you’ve lost me again. Didn’t we just cover that you definitely like this girl? What does this change?”

Adrien began pacing, nervously adjusting his ring as he did so. “Well, Ladybug was always kind of a long shot. She’s just so confident and courageous and beautiful. But I love her and I was hoping she’d be willing to give me a chance.” He stopped and looked at Plagg with a look of anguish. “But Marinette? She is definitely out of my league.”

“What.” Plagg stared at him incredulously.

“Marinette is kind, caring, creative. She could impress my father and Chloe’s mother with her work. There are lifelong designers that couldn’t do that! I can't impress my father! She’s personal friends with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale. Everyone loves her - including me, apparently. And apparently she is Ladybug on top of it all. How can I possibly measure up to that?”

Plagg tried his best to face palm with his paws. “You’re a model? And the son of her favorite designer? And you’re Chat Noir?! Does none of this ring a bell to you?”

“I didn’t choose to be a model, or who my parents were. Besides, Marinette isn’t shallow - that’s not the sort of thing she would be interested in. And clearly being Chat Noir doesn’t matter since she… doesn’t…” His eyes widened with sudden realization. “She doesn’t love Chat Noir.” He crumbled onto the bed, hands buried in his hair.

“Woah, woah, kid.” Plagg landed on his shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short - you’ve got plenty to offer.” Adrien sniffled and looked up. “You’re a sweet kid, and we both know that counts a lot to Pigtails. And you know Ladybug was turning Chat down for someone else - maybe that someone else was you all along?”

Adrien looked to the side, away from his kwami, as he felt the sting of tears. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I mean, yeah. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” Plagg zoomed in front of Adrien. “Listen, kid. You can go ahead and keep this to yourself for now, if you want. But you’ve got a patrol with her tonight, don’t you? You’ve got to decide what you’re gonna do when you see her.”

He brushed aside his tears and laid down on his bed. “I don’t know,” he whispered into the vast emptiness of the room. “Nothing, for now. I won’t let her be disappointed in me just because of how I’m feeling. She deserves that much while I get my act together.”

“Kid, I can tell you that I’m sure everything will work out fine. Go ahead and take some you time. I’ll be over here, with uncomplicated cheese and no heartache.”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

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Marinette landed on a rooftop wholly unremarkable except for the view of the moonlit Seine. The patrol wasn’t going great. Sure, they were covering ground like never before, but only because Chat Noir was being uncharacteristically bashful and quiet. Everytime he caught her staring concernedly at him, he’d blush and look away. It was a far cry from the sly alley cat she’d come to know. The stark difference had almost made her think that there was some akuma nonsense at work.

Now, she was fairly sure she was just dealing with a sad kitten. While that raised questions all on its own, it was at least something that she knew just how to handle.

“Okay, Chat,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “this looks like as good a spot as any.”

Hesitantly, he shot her a curious glance. “Good spot for what?”

“Training, of course.”

“Ah.” He settled back into his glumness, but took a defensive position.

Instead of taking out her yoyo like he no doubt expected, she kept her hands behind her back and took a few steps towards him. His confusion grew until she entered his personal space and he put both hands on his baton and leaned back, his face a red, flustered mess. She smiled and poke his nose.

“Tag. You’re it.”

And just like that, she had run away. Without looking behind her, she could feel Chat chasing her. It had been too long since they had fun on their patrols, and she knew that he could use the distraction. Besides, he wasn’t the only one who can stand to get things off their mind for a little while. She replayed her time with Adrien earlier that day over and over - whether it was in the comfort of her own head, or dissecting everything with Tikki, she felt like it was an important milestone with them. They might not have made much progress with their school project, but she’d never felt closer to Adrien.

Stolen glances confirmed that her plan was working. Worry had melted from his face, leaving only the joy of the hunt. It was just like when they had first taken up the mantle of superheroes, still exploring the boundaries of their powers. Not that there still wasn’t things they didn’t know - these recent… hiccups with their abilities proved that. But now Marinette felt the weight of her responsibilities on her shoulders, a weight she had only managed to bear this long with Chat’s silliness to keep her sane. If he needed a little of that now, then she was happy to help.

The chase lasted long enough that even her superhuman endurance was running thin. She landed and held up her hands in surrender.

“Okay, kitty, you got me. Can we take a break now? My legs feel like jelly.”

He flashed her a warm smile, her reward for a long run. “Heh. Same here.”

He sat down, leaning against a chimney. She found a spot next to him and before long, mutual exhaustion and the cold had them leaning against each other. She snuggled against him, resting her head against his shoulder. It worried her that he froze for a moment afterward, but soon his head was resting on hers and he’d snaked an arm around her waist. They’d grown close during their long war against Hawkmoth. Personal space had been thrown out the window ages ago, a casualty of cold winter patrols and the close calls of a fight.

Her eyelids became heavy as she got lost in her partner’s warmth. What jolted her awake was a strange rumbling coming from inside her chest. Instantly, she pulled away from her partner, who she noticed was gawking at her in disbelief.

That shock faded quickly, replaced by a wide grin. “Did you just… purr?”

“N-nope!” She lied, unconvincingly.

“That was adorable!” He scrambled closer to her, eyes sparkling. “Do it again!”

“I don’t want to,” she complained. Their little side effects of having their miraculous had been floating freely between them, but she thanked her lucky stars that it hadn’t swapped their powers again. She still needed to speak with Master Fu, but unless she found some time to speak with him outside their schedules, she wouldn’t be seeing him until next week. In the meantime, she’d just have to deal with it.

“C’mon, please? Just one more? You make me do it all the time.”

“Once. I had you purr on command once and you complained the whole time since you found it so embarrassing.”

“Yeah, so that means you owe me one, right?”

Rolling her eyes, Marinette took out her yo-yo. “Good night, chaton.”

“I don’t think I will now.” He crossed his arms and looked away, but Marinette could see his tail sweeping back and forth contently. He was feeling happier, at least. That was all she could really hope for.

“Oh? Is that what you want your last words to me tonight to be?”

There was a pause. He sighed and looked back at her, pouting. “Good night, m’lady.”

“There’s a good kitty. See you later!”

She was too far away to hear Chat Noir sigh under his breath. “Sooner than you think…”

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White Noise: Chapter 4

"The next chapter is right around the corner" She said 4 months ago.

HOOOOOOO sorry. I’ve raised the rating for this to E on A03 as the following chapter contains pretty explicit content (that’s yer warning btw) Read it on A03 HERE

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In the weak hours when we're fighting sleep, longing for each other's teeth, longing for the things we think we need to make it through, can I get lost in you?

It's human and it's tough, it is love but it wont be enough.

When Cinder leant heavily on the dresser surface she could feel the calm worn on her skin like armor breaking away, strained against the same impending eruption invoked before Salem: It itched like fire in her limbs, demanding reconciliation from her blinded, misguided judgement. Chin tilted low, her breaths were long, deep, trying to staunch the fire but it was no use.

In the mirror, reflected pools of Silver gleaned from behind her, wide and filled with fear.

Her fist collided with the glass, once, twice, and again until that reflection broke into an indiscernible amount of shards. A noise came from Ruby somewhere in the background, but Cinder didn’t stop, the surface of the vanity her next victim as she swept needles and threads, books and papers all across the floor. Fists balled she brought them down upon wood and broken glass until the surface splintered against her Aura.

Panting, enraged, Cinder managed by some miracle to use the final taught threads of her restraint to cage a scream of rage behind her teeth until her hands fell to rest numbly on the surface of the ruined dresser.

Her shoulders trembled, looking up to regard what remained of her shattered image in a moment where there was no Ruby, and no Salem, only herself, scattered and in pieces.

Cinder’s eyes closed around flames that had lit in the moment, and searching deep into her bones for a slither of control she spoke to the room:

“I told you, explicitly, to stay here.”

Anger rolled up from her throat in waves, accusation laid thick in her growl. Agitated, organizational fingers threaded through her hair to correct wild strands as she cast a narrowed glance over one shoulder.

Ruby stood behind her, rooted at a distance one might consider safe Cinder noted. The cuffs of her oversized shirt were gathered in nervous hands, fidgeting and unable to keep herself still. As wide as those eyes were, their sheen of brilliance, of life that Cinder had briefly witnessed in the warehouse had since shadowed over, downcast and detached. Terrified.

Eyes pressing shut once more the Maiden looked away despite herself, but that wouldn’t block out Ruby’s rapid and broken breathing. Had the girl not kept her distance Cinder could have been convinced that the wash of her warm breath was the cause of her skin prickling.

“I have gone to tremendous lengths to protect you, to keep you safe from harm and yet you insist on-” Disobeying her? Deifying her?

This wasn’t a White Fang lacky, not one of her disciples nor a crude businessman monopolizing more than his worth. Ruby wasn’t capable of such things, at least not consciously.

A beat passed, and then- “I’m… Sorry.”

The room near enough swallowed Ruby’s cracked voice as she spoke, if not that then the pulsing against Cinder’s ear drums were what drown out the pitiful apology. What she did not expect was for the meek voice to continue-

“I was scared, and.. And I didn’t want to be alone but then I thought maybe I could-” Ruby hiccuped, and Cinder didn’t need to turn to know that tears swelled in her eyes.

“-Maybe I could be brave because you were there, I could help you… I thought I could be- be a Huntress, to slay monsters, and help people- like you do, like you did for me. I-I was so sure I could...”

She could have listened to the way Ruby’s broken voice stumbled over each word as if recounting a sonnet. Her fear was palpable, gnawing on Cinder’s urges to consume the girl beneath scalding hands, and she might have had her final words not struck a sobering chord.

Cinder sagged heavily against the broken dresser, a tight, waning smile curling her lips.

“..Yes.” She said in quiet agreement. “I’m a Huntress.”

Cinder had heard it all before, quiet evenings alongside one another with Ruby fighting sleep to confess her hopes and dreams of being a hero, recounting stories from books she couldn’t quite remember melded with broken recounts of her time at Beacon.

Ruby’s depiction of the night Cinder had overthrown the Vytal festival always differed while still remaining heavily edited to allow Cinder to fill the gaps. It was only she that knew Ruby’s dreams forever rested atop Beacon tower alongside that unwieldy weapon of hers, twisted into unidentifiable molten slag.

She remembered watching Ruby convulse when collapsing to her knees, that overgrown toothpick coiled in on itself and tossed aside, took pleasure in it.

A huntsman’s weapon acted as a conduit, an extension of their Aura not unlike another limb. To experience It’s destruction was akin to severing that limb, and remained something Cinder would never know; Her weapons shattered, and in moments she would re-form another.

Asset’s could be replaced, weapons reforged, Grimm spawned from abyssal pools of darkness again and again. But not Ruby.

This time, Cinder felt real warmth breathe along the diamond cut of her dress, washing against tattooed skin and reverberating a shudder along high shoulders. For a girl so slight Ruby’s heavy presence was unmistakable, filling Cinder’s senses with iron, thick and metallic on the back of her tongue.

She craved undiluted sweet with soft, pliable skin burning beneath her lips. To press and pull until innocence bled from Ruby’s marrow.

“You..keep getting hurt. It’s because of me, Isn’t it?”

When the cold of Ruby’s forehead pressed to her shoulder blades the Maiden inhaled sharply, regimentally straightening her spine. Ruby’s despair was unmistakable, floundering over words as if it were taking everything in her being to stop herself crumbling.

“M-maybe… Maybe i’m not worth all the trouble. Maybe you shouldn’t-”

Cinder spun immediately, almost knocking the girl back in the process but where that failed to the territorial snarl gurgling at the back of her throat did not.

“And where would you go? What would you do?” Rhetorical or not it was hard to ignore the derision smoking at the heart of a brewing wildfire, all composure she held in Ruby’s presence quickly spiralling.

“You can’t slay monsters.” Cinder prowled above her with feline grace, reaching with heat and claws to seize Ruby's chin between forefinger and thumb, tilting her up at a steep angle. “You can’t protect anyone. You can’t even protect yourself.”

Edging her thumbnail into supple plump of Ruby’s bottom lip, Cinder pressed down simply to watch how it gave beneath the pressure before tracing a red line to the corner of her mouth.

The girl was shaking, lips wordlessly parting and closing.

“But I can.” The finality in Cinder’s words were breathed out over her trembling little Rose with a show of teeth, pulled from somewhere deep in her gut and surprising even herself.

Defeated, Ruby’s head dipped low. She didn’t disagree, but then again she never would.

Ardjent polish remained stripped back to gunmetal, raw and bared like live wires for Cinder to pluck and pull at her leisure. Yet for the first time Cinder couldn’t help finding her simple compliance inadequate; She didn’t want Ruby to just agree, she wanted her to believe it.

Parting from her, the maiden’s fingertips prickled in the absence of warm skin.

Ruby’s blunt, gaping gaze stretched wide at the loss, swallowing the steady sigh exhaled over her, slow and deep, and when Cinder stepped away the bone deep-tremble Ruby exhibited was needy and starving.

A possessive purr crawled up from the deep cracks in her composure, tongue slipping along the dryness of her lips.

Ruby existed symbiotically, functioning only for her like a haphazard clockwork doll; To wind her with the wrong key would heed disastrous results. She wouldn’t survive Salem and the world she sought to construct, her brittle, simple soul would be consumed by her mistresses will like so many before her.

Salem would destroy her.

“You’re my responsibility. Mine to protect.” Mine.

Cinder allowed no room for argument or opinion, and if possible Ruby’s eyes focused with enough wonder and fear that she thought of nothing but drinking deep of them, desire hot and clinging dangerously through the heat of her skin, sinking into her bones.

Intent dribbled into the Maiden’s heavy-lidded gaze, weighty gold burning down onto glazed silver. Faunus blood clung to the girl, sticky sweet copper layered atop something wicked lingering in the air, and one more step was all it took for Cinder to see all that they had done together flash through Ruby’s mind, scarlet flushing beneath where her still-loose blouse lay apart, creeping up into her cheeks to deliciously betray her fear.

Cinder knew she could smell it too.

“Look at me, girl.” Disjointed and displaced, Ruby’s glassed gaze never seemed to focus beyond the haze of her broken consciousness, but Cinder wanted the girl to see her, to watch as nails alight with glass and fire dipped into the sternum of her ruined attire, the razors edge of her fingertips dragging, ripping the garment from chest to seam, destroyed, sacrificed, whatever it needed to be to watch Ruby’s empty daze become ripe with shock.

She stuttered out an ineligible protest when the crimson melted from Cinder’s body to pool soundlessly around her heels, worn down to be shed like a second skin.

The barely-there candlelight glow captured perfectly each contort of Ruby’s shock, pleasing Cinder to watch as the girl neared her limit.

“..I...I…”

“I see you, Ruby Rose. I see what keeps you awake at night, restless- ” Words coiled effortlessly around Cinder’s tongue and rolled over whatever sputter Ruby had conjured, leaving wide-eyed girl unable to look away as the fire at Cinder’s fingertips danced against what few buttons preserved her modesty, ripping. “-And desperate.”

The Maiden’s whisper barely grazed above the silence, as if it were possible for Ruby to understand that her desires were a shared torture.

Too soon. It had always been too soon despite the ease it took for little Ruby to break. Somehow those eyes of hers resisted, an entity of their own and polished with just enough life that danger viced in on the Maiden’s instincts.

She allowed Roman the time he needed to file their edge to a blunt but patience was an unforgiving mistress with Cinder’s urges as deep-set as they were, aching as if reliving a time in her life starved of power.

But not this time. This power was hers. Ruby was hers. And Cinder would cut down all that challenged her primacy.

“No more…” Throat parched, lips pressing to the clammy coolness of Ruby’s forehead, fingertips sparking with sharp warmth that had the girl shaking. “No more of these apologies you have been giving me, pitiful and spineless. Not after this..”

The final tear of Cinder's fingers was sudden, jolting a strangled sob from Ruby as she fought not raise her arms to conceal herself, her shirt instead tumbling away from her shoulders, unbidden.

Creamy and exposed, her chest expanded and fell raggedly, stammering out what words she could muster up.

“I-I didn’t m-mean to-”

“I almost lost you today.”

Cinder’s voice was full of gravel, wanting to lower the gap between them and tear at Ruby’s full, trembling lips with teeth, to make her reel in pain as punishment. Yet in a way the older woman had forgotten possible there was a greater conviction plucking at her chest and flooding heat into her cheeks.

She didn’t fight it, didn’t think twice when she bent to her knees, lowered completely with the edge of her breath whispering over pale skin.

The girl smelled divine, of heat and the sweetened scent of fresh roses plunged into bitter copper.

“I’ve almost lost you-” She repeated. “-again, and again, as if the gods themselves wish for nothing but to rob me.”

With claws eagerly hooking into her waistband, Ruby did not dare to stop Cinder from tugging her shorts over the curve of her backside, they too joining the growing pile on the floor.

Her lips pressed forward, light brushes barely tasting the hot flush of Ruby’s abdomen, but enough that when Cinder’s tongue sought the sweet of her skin it pulled a shaky breath from the girl. She kissed a path to where the splay of ribs caged Ruby’s pounding heartbeat, open mouthed and hungry until she had her shaking just as hard as her pulse hammered.

Desire had her gaze lidded-over amber fire when it climbed high, following stalactite nails grazing lines of red against the girls sides with their razor-like points forcing Ruby’s spine straight. Her sharp inhale caught hard between a soft groan and a quiet sob.

Each reaction, from the soft sounds bleeding between puffy, bitten lips to her full-bodied tremble quickly became more wonderful than the last, feeding the Maidens utterly insatiable desire.

“Never again.” There was no mistaking the possessive haught in the woman’s whisper.

“C-..Cind- Ah!”

Fingers sunk between dark waves of hair when she treated each rosen peak of Ruby’s breasts to a flick of her tongue, then tentatively she took them into her mouth one by one, breathing heavily as she did so.

The woman smiled, listening to Ruby’s soft mewls as she duelled with the very natures Cinder herself had instilled, deprivation and comfort a delicate symbiosis carved deep into the centres of her brain, knowing that touch was a reward never given so generously.

Her fingers almost touched when hot hands caged around Ruby’s tight little waist, revelling in the way muscle and soft skin flexed in her grip. As her spine flexed and arched, the girl pressed herself into the proffered warmth of Cinder’s mouth, dizzy and clouded in bliss.

Cinder smiled at the caught sigh from above, her lips laid lightly down beneath the soft of Ruby’s belly until she paused to breathe hotly against her naval and the girl jerked from her reverie, chest fluttering, blushing and flustered.

But Cinder ignored it. Rather, attempted to take just a moment of stillness to reel in her hunger, burying down the festering darkness and it’s penchant for Ruby’s fear. Down.

She thought about how wonderful it would be to force it.

The grip woven into her hair turned to fists and pulled a low growl from Cinder’s chest, but Ruby couldn’t possibly have grasped the magnitude of the offence.

No.

The maiden needed to remind herself that punishing the girl could catastrophically undo every effort she had amounted, and to toss her into a bottomless pit of despair would mean losing her entirely.

The taught line of her jaw relaxed apart before Ruby could question her troubled lapse, Cinder’s shoulders dipping to press in deep between her thighs, spreading slicked heat wide over a languid stroke of her tongue.

The girl was absolutely soaking, and the fragrance was amazing.

Ruby jerked hard, a shocked strangle rung out sweetly from above between heaving, uncontrollable gasps, one hand sunken tight to Cinder’s scalp as clinging for life with the other slapped haphazardly across her mouth.

“I-I can’t brea- I can’t- G-gods… C-Cinder.”

Her chest stuttered, words hiccuped and damned behind an unsteady wall of moans, and Cinder missed none of it, amber gleaming bright in the dim light with muted hunger, chest rumbling with a low hum that had Ruby’s toes curling.

“The gods have nothing to do with it, dear.” The wood felt abrasive when she slid her knees apart further, tongue wickedly pressing in deep to taste the dripping heat at Ruby’s core, barely pausing to voice her dissatisfaction.

“Was it they who rescued you from your suffering?”

Seemingly unable to form words, the response came in the form of a spasm, breath quickening in shock. Ruby panted, struggling to find her voice as the woman beneath her all but dragged each unsteady moan from her lips.

“You are nothing but livestock in their games no less than the puppet, nor the invincible girl. Do you wish to suffer their fate too? ”

A viscous strand connected them as Cinder drew back, lips glistening and wet. She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the taste with her tongue darting to catch every stray drop until she was satisfied.

Shock had seized Ruby in absolute. Gone were the laborious breaths she struggled to control, stuck in her throat like caught thorns as the impact of Cinder’s words sunk deep.

“..P-Penny, she-”

Names that dared sully the girl’s lips were overridden by the length of a single, dexterous finger finding the slick between her lower lips, spreading her wetness in slow, deliberate circles until the digit parted from her enough for Cinder to lower her lips to it, sucking.

Ruby could only stare, stalled in conflict. Her trembling bottom lip closed and parted wordlessly, wide eyes ghostly and utterly petrified.

The Maiden couldn’t help herself in making Ruby wait, watching her tremble and shift as she grew more desperate to know she hadn’t wronged the woman. Cinder let the possibility choke her for a moment longer before-

“...There is no greater pain than the knowledge that you would choose their fates over me, Ruby.”

Cinder always knew the right words to say, rapid-fire and automatically rolling from her tongue with ease but the odd sensation in her stomach was entirely foreign, doubting for a moment that she knew Ruby’s response even when the mewl ripping from her throat was one of a pained animal.

“I-I… P-please Cinder, please don’t m-mean-”

Ruby was off her feet, pulled up as the much taller woman abruptly stood with her arms hooked around Ruby’s thighs. She was so hot, soaked and pressed tight against the skin of Cinder’s stomach when her thin legs instinctively wrapped to cross at the small of her back.

By some miracle the Maiden stopped herself from slamming the girl to the bed when laying her against the cool sheets.

Ruby felt small and fragile beneath her, an injured sparrow imprisoned within a deadly cage of claws, threatening to be crushed. But instead Cinder’s grip on her shoulders was controlled pressure, and as she hovered centimetres from the girls lips she channelled all the will it took to reel her hunger back.

“Then tell me… Tell me that you want me, girl.” She whispered, voice low and edging on abrasive. “Say it.”

Everything about her little Rose was a scandalous indulgence from each gasp escaping the petal-soft of her lips to the scent of roses clinging to the sweat of her temples, filling Cinder’s senses and making her inhale deep into Ruby’s hair.

“Say it, Ruby.” She repeated, stated urgency moving Cinder’s fingers to dip between their bodies until she felt her hot and slick, the girl yielding with a coarse cry.

“Please p-please pl-”

So sensitive, barely needing to try when granting Ruby the tip of her finger came more from pity than the cruel intention to watch the girl reel when she held the digit still.

"I want- I-I want.. Y-.."

Cinder’s growl morphed into a wicked smile against Ruby's temple where it was unseen. the knuckle of one finger, two fingers, slamming down past tight, hot resistance, joined by a sob that uselessly escalated against muffling black walls

Mouth agape Ruby wordlessly arched against Cinders downward pressure, blunted nails scrambling against the woman's back with no thought for the wounds carved there. Hot burning shot down Cinder’s spine and somehow intensified her own pulsing need, but sating her own desires were a fleeting thought when the mere idea of Ruby dripping around her fingers fuelled her with vigour alone.

The Maiden drew back to take in the sight of the trembling girl, already entirely debauched as her fingers pumped a slow, rhythmic pace. Strands of red stuck to the perspiration on Ruby’s forehead were moved out of the way before her palm moved to tenderly cup her blooming cheek.

An ounce more pressure could have left the girl raw and beyond that, nails of razors could fuck to bleed, though Cinder wasn’t sure she wanted to take her in such a way when the haze of pleasure blanketing the girls eyes presented such a unique view.

The nails against her back continued to sink hard, splitting the edges of barely-healed wounds and with it the Maidens eyes gleamed with enough clarity to evoke flames. Groaning, she stole Ruby’s lips in a searing kiss, bearing down and curling her fingertips against the resistant clench of Ruby’s walls.

“Cinder I-I’m..I think I-I’m gonna die. "

Her eyes hardened, and a moment later she lifted Ruby's thigh around her waist to plunge deeper, her fear and pleasure swimming around Cinders senses in a dangerous and heady mixture. Ruby cried out into the kiss, body seizing and clinging around the woman with her ankles instinctively crossing at Cinder’s back.

"Wonderful" She whispered back. Darkness sung inside her, starving to undo the girl at her already frayed seams.

Ruby had lost all focus, panting as she weakly arched to meet each thrust. She didn't resist when Cinder circled an arm around her waist, pulling her from the bed to kneel across the woman's lap.

Two fingers became three, arousal dripping from between Ruby's splayed legs to splash against Cinders thighs. The girl choked out an alarmed whine though too aroused to protest against the addition, instead her hips writhed impatiently against Cinder’s evenly set pace, too slow to toss her over the precipice but forceful enough to dangle her over it’s edge.

“Such a pretty little thing.” Cinder teased when her gaze was fixed and unwavering on Ruby’s, watching as sluggish focus sharpened when her thumb moved airily around the aching swell of her clitoris, spreading dripping wetness from the base of her fingers until hot pleasure shot up Ruby’s spine.

Nothing could have curbed the way Cinder’s smile wickedly coiled to show teeth, relishing the open-mouthed expression on Ruby’s face and the way the sheen of sweat dusting her skin accentuated each rolling clench and relax of her muscles. The pace was driving her wild.

“You are mine.” The backs of her nails trailed upward, creeping to catch the the sensitive peak of Ruby’s breast until reaching for the back of her neck. “All of you.” Cinder breathed out, arresting her spine and hair in a hard enough grip that panic seeped in to sober silver eyes darkened over with lust. She dragged the girl down hard to meet the punishing thrust of her fingers.

Ruby bucked hard against the barely-there pressure teasing her swollen clit and wringing out pleasure with each stroke until soft mewls grew into uncontrolled panting. Her hands scrambled needily to find purchase anywhere until they settled on the arm holding her in tight bondage.

In that moment the girl was more focused than Cinder could recall seeing before, silver gleaming bright with a dawning terror as if truly aware of all that was, and that had transpired before.

And with a shrill cry it was gone. Eyes rolling back, Cinder felt Ruby clench urgently around her fingers, tight like a vice with her back arched, legs spread wide across her lap. Her nails sunk into Cinder’s arm and her lips parted breathlessly, melting into the throws of pure ecstasy where nothing else mattered.

“Ruby-” Her name hissed between Cinder’s teeth with possession bordering on obsession when a bone-deep tremble referred through the younger girl, hips writhing and rolling to fervently push herself over each wet thrust. “-Fuck.”

With one last spasm she let go, knots of heated excitement coiling in Cinder’s chest as Ruby all but sobbed through the drawn-out aftershocks of her orgasm, coaxing every remaining drop of arousal from her until she’d spilled over, dripping rivulets down Cinder’s wrist.

Panting and exhausted, there was no strength left in Ruby’s shaking knees when she slumped forward, boneless and pulsing in tune with Cinder’s heartbeat and so the Maiden allowed it, fingers slipping from between aching folds to settle back against a nest of pillows on their bed, drawing the spent girl up against her chest.

They breathed together slowly, the steady rise and fall of Cinder’s chest pulling Ruby from uneven hitching into a more controlled rhythm. She felt each exhausted twitch and whimper atop her breast melt away into a void; all that was permitted to claim her little rose when crimson fire fell silent, sated.

Cinder stared distantly at the empty roof, nails absentmindedly threading through Ruby’s dishevelled locks until the motion brought about an empty clarity that claimed the flames in her eyes.

“They aren’t worthy of you, none of them-” She turned into the crown of Ruby’s hair, breathing roses and sweat mixed with the heady scent of arousal with a pleased hum.

“-But I am. And I will keep what is mine.”

[bluesfortheredj]

Modern Romance Pt. 4

I wake several times during the night which is unlike me, but even in my unconscious state I know she’s only down the hall, and all of my fragmented dreams consist of her being in my house and us together in some form. It’s torture, especially when I hear her get up and go to the bathroom in the early hours of the morning and I have to fight every urge in my body that screams at me to get up as well just so I don’t have to wait any longer until I see her face. (Y/N)’s done something to me that I can’t explain and as I lay wide awake in my bed imagining her peaceful face sleeping as she huddles under the covers in my clothes, my heart begins to ache for the sight.

As soon as the sunlight starts to filter through my curtains I jump out of bed, not wanting to waste a single second of being able to see her, and I rush down the stairs as quietly as I can to fuss around until I hear her stirring. To my utter shock though, she somehow got down here before me and there she is in all her sleepy glory as she bends over the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil with her elbows propping her head up. Her pose has the shorts I gave her riding high on her thigh and I spot a calf tattoo and one on either thigh as well, and I want to get on my knees to trace every single line of the design.

“Morning,” I whisper, not wanting to startle her.

“Oh, bloody hell,” she gasps as she stands upright in shock and clutches her hands to her chest, “scared the shit out of me then!”

“Sorry!” I laugh, “what are you doing up so early? Do you need to head off?”

My hands are behind my back as I cross all possible fingers as I await her answer and hope that she says she can stay here forever; or at least just today anyway.

“No, no, I just woke up unnaturally early and couldn’t get back to sleep,” she smiles as she starts to pour the water into two cups, “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Not at all,” I grin, and uncross my fingers, “I also had the same problem.”

“Probably because you’ve got some strange woman staying in your house,” she smirks as she stirs my cup then hands me the drink.

“Yeah, I was worrying constantly about her sneaking down here to make me another beautiful cup of tea,” I wink, “what are your plans for today?”

“Oh, I’ll be out of your hair soon, don’t worry,” she smiles, taking my question the completely wrong way.

“No! I didn’t mean it that way. I was wondering if you wanted to hang around for a bit...”

“Umm… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I might never want to leave,” she admits as she looks down at her tea, and that’s it, my life is over because I’m in love with this woman and I never want her to leave my sight. We think the same, we’d say the same if I were a little braver, and is it too soon to think about how many guests we’d have at our wedding?

“That’s more than okay. You’d have absolutely no complaints from me if you wanted to stay indefinitely,” I say seriously, and she looks up to see how sincere I’m being.

“You really mean that, huh?” she asks as she studies my face carefully, and I nod in response so I don’t make a complete fool out of myself.

“What would you like for breakfast?” I ask before I say something that’ll make her run for the front door.

“Whatever you’ve got I’ll be happy with.”

“Go and make yourself comfy in the lounge then,” I smile, and she takes a sip of tea before her feet softly pad across the floor and out of the room.

I go about making pancakes and frying up some bacon to go along with them; surely an American style breakfast would go down well with her. I hope so, anyway. I pour orange juice into two glasses and put them on a tray along with the breakfast ingredients and two empty plates to fill, then walk into the living room and almost drop the damn thing on the ground at the sight that welcomes me. There she is with her feet up on the couch, which are now covered by a pair of my socks, her knees bent to show me all of her tattoos on the leg that faces me, and her hands wrapped around the mug as she brings it up to her lips.

“Breakfast!” I manage to grin as I set the tray down with my shaking hands.

Her face lights up as she swings her legs off of the sofa, then proceeds to put two pancakes onto her plate and neatly places three pieces of bacon on top before squirting some syrup over the stack, and giving me a guilty look.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologises, “I’m such a pig!”

“You most definitely are not!” I frown, “don’t be sorry about enjoying food. I’m always first to dig in at the dinner table anyway.”

She smiles then in relief she leans her forehead on my shoulder for a couple of seconds before turning her attention back to her plate which now sits on her lap, and picking up a knife and fork to begin eating. I fill my plate as well but find it difficult to concentrate on what I’m doing while I’m sitting next to her. I can see her thigh out of the corner of my eye; the ink just peeking out from the hem of my shorts, and I need to see more.

“How many tattoos have you got?” I ask casually after she’s finished her breakfast; mostly because I’m hoping she’ll show me every single one.

“A few,” she smiles as she places her plate on the coffee table, “wanna see?”

It’s a completely innocent question, she must be used to showing people who are curious, or after she’s had them done; this is nothing special… Except the way that I’m eyeing her skin as she reveals the first one is definitely not in an innocent way, and she knows it. The first wraps all the way around her thigh and I can’t quite believe how good my shorts look when they’re rolled up on (Y/N)’s body as she shows me her art. At one point she pulls the neck of the t-shirt down to show me one on her chest and her skin looks so soft there, my fingers are practically twitching to feel it.

“So, yeah, that’s all of them,” she says eventually, rolling the shorts back down.

“Incredible,” I smile, “beautiful.”

“Yeah, the artists were-”

“I meant you. All of you.”

“Right, well being as you made breakfast it’s only fair that I wash up!” she announces as a light blush appears on her cheeks.

She quickly gathers everything onto the tray then picks it up and scurries out to the kitchen, and I fear I’ve said too much. I rub my eyes with a mumbled ‘fuck’ under my breath then go to find her rinsing the plates in the sink.

“Leave that,” I say quietly, “why don’t we go out for a coffee or something?”

“My treat,” she says as she spins around to face me, “you’ve let me invade your house for the night.”

“Is there any point in me arguing?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well we’d better get dressed then,” I grin, and allow her to lead the way up the stairs.

I dress quickly from sheer excitement at walking out in public with her and I pace in the hallway for a few minutes before she comes down in her striped dress, minus the tights this time. Her hair falls in natural waves after being brushed out a little and not having anything to straighten it with, and she runs her fingers through it as if conscious of this fact but I think it looks gorgeous. Of course I would, though. She unhooks her duster coat from the hallway wall, then we leave together, just like a couple, then I boldly brush my hand against hers when we’re side by side, and almost jump for joy when she slips her fingers between mine.

The cafe I’ve chosen is quiet, it always is on a Sunday morning, and she insists I sit down while she goes up to get the drinks to make sure I don’t cut in and pay for them. I stare at her in awe as she stands behind the one other person ordering and she turns to give me a smile, completely catching me out but also letting on that she was seeing what I was doing as well. She arrives at the table soon after with the drinks and a chocolate chip muffin.

“I know we just had breakfast, but half each isn’t so bad, right? It was calling out to me from behind that glass,” she says, a little embarrassed.

Can she stop doing that? That thing where she’s absolutely perfect? The bright sunshine outside turns to rain clouds as we talk for hours, taking it in turns to go up and get the next couple of drinks when we can find a moment to tear ourselves away from one another. The darkened sky makes it seem a lot later than it is, but then to be fair it’s getting well on into the afternoon by the time we realise we should head back. We both walk as slowly as each other as we stroll along the damp street back to mine, and the atmosphere is heavy around us, not just because of the rain, but because we know this has to end sooner rather than later.

“I’d better get my things together,” she says sadly, not bothering to hide the fact that she doesn’t want to leave.

Before I can reply she’s making her way up the stairs and I’m rooted to the spot at the bottom of the staircase, watching helplessly as this incredible woman packs up her few belongings to leave. I’m still in the same spot when she starts to descend the stairs with her bag in hand, and she stops on the bottom step, now eye to eye with me. We stare at each other for a while, neither one of us knowing what to say, then she places a hand on my cheek and I’m quick to lean into her soft touch.

“Just know that I don’t want to go,” she says quietly as her thumb sweeps underneath my eye gently.

“Do you have to?” I ask in desperation.

“Yes,” she half laughs, “unfortunately I do.”

“Let me drive you to Liverpool Street.”

“It’ll be easier if I get the tube.”

“It won’t,” I frown, “please.”

She nods slowly then in silence we walk outside and get into the car for the longest drive of my life. Neither of us can talk on the way to the station, and when I eventually pull up down one of the nearest streets, we don’t even bother undoing our seatbelts for a couple of minutes. She reluctantly gets out of the car and I’m quick to follow as I turn the engine off and yank my keys out of the ignition.

“(Y/N),” I say, making her turn to face me as I come up at her side, “let me know when you get home safely.”

“I will,” she smiles.

I pull her against me as I wrap my arms around her upper body tightly and her hands slide around my back and grip onto my jacket. We stay like this for a while, until the rain starts up again and starts to cover us. We lean away from one another and I can’t help pressing my lips to hers again, the faint hint of coffee still on her lips from the cafe.

“Bye Gwilym,” she sighs as the kiss ends and her eyes flutter open.

“See you soon.”

“See you soon,” she nods, then there she goes into the crowd of people that are so busy as they rush around going in and out of the station. I keep my eyes on her for as long as possible but she eventually disappears and I have to fight every urge in my body that tells me to run after her. I get back into the car, brush my fingers through my damp hair, then drive back home in a sombre silence.

Walking through my front door is torture because she’s everywhere; the dishes she rinsed sit neatly in the sink, the pyjamas she borrowed are folded perfectly on the corner of spare bed, the faint whiff of her perfume lingers in the air, and the sofa cushions are positioned against the arm exactly where she left them.

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[lokis-lady-death]

When Worlds Collide Ch 5

Loki x Reader/ Arthur x Reader

Lady Death: Special shoutout to @maladaptive-ninja-returns who has been under the weather lately. I hope you get to feeling better soon and I hope this extra Loki chapter makes you feel all nice and fuzzy inside <3

Arranged marriages, blood oaths, and kingdoms trying to become united ultimately end up divided. The reader is the princess of Vanaheim and her hand in marriage has been promised to both Loki of Asgard and Arthur of  Atlantis. Her choices could ultimately build or destroy the realms.

Prompt, Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4

Chapter 5 Gift Giving

Once you stepped onto the altar, you took your place with Loki on one side of Odin while Frigga and Thor stood on the other. The king of gods took little time to begin his speech with a single tap of his spear onto the marble floor, his voice commanding attention as it boomed through the main hall.

He delivered his words as any other major speech you had heard. Regarding the other realms, thanking their leaders for coming to the palace on such short notice, even making a comment of what a beautiful job Frigga had done on the decorations.

Odin’s words became inaudible as you began looking out amongst the crowd of dignitaries from across the realms. You choked back your overwhelming sense of dread while making yourself stand straight and dignified to match the rest of the royal family.

There was no room for weak nerves.

This is what you had been raised for.

But in all the court functions, dinners and parties you had been dragged to by your uncle, this was the first time you had been so extravagantly displayed before other royals and ambassadors.

Like a living doll.

And this was meant to be your life from now on: constantly watched by all the realms as you ruled over them at Loki’s side.

Your life as the untitled princess of Vanaheim would cease and you would begin your ascent as the future queen of Asgard.

Biting your lips, still unable to concentrate on the king’s words, you peered back out into the crowd. So many unknown faces.

Until your eyes landed on a known one.

King Arthur. You locked onto him without even meaning to, his icy blue eyes piercing into you like a knife through food. You inhaled sharply and quickly darted your eyes away.

There was something about the way he stared at you that sent a shiver up your spine, like he was peeling away layers of you. Not just your clothes, but your flesh, trying to get a glimpse into your very soul.

You had become so entrapped in your own spiral of thoughts you slightly jumped when fingers laced between your own. You barely had to turn to meet Loki’s eyes, his smile easing your mind enough that you were able to swallow your nerves. When you smiled back, his grin widened just before looking back towards his father.

King Odin’s hand swept back towards the two of you and you felt Loki stiffen under the allfather's attention.

“There is something to be said about a union that is able to bring peace to so many,” you heard the king say. “It takes a strong person to put aside their own naivities, their own ambitions, their own sense of self. All so that they may dedicate their lives to the sole purpose of preserving the peace of their people.”  

Odin’s eyes fell on you, making you stand just a bit straighter under his watchful eye. But to your surprise, he smiled warmly at you. “Lady y/n. The people of Asgard and Vanaheim know of your sacrifice to be here with us. I and the queen have an intimate knowledge of the insurmountable pressure you must be under in order to see this union through. We thank you and your people for committing to this sacred unification of our kingdoms.”

His eyes landing on Loki next, he went on. “And Prince Loki, my youngest son. You are wise beyond your years, perhaps even more so than my own. I have watched you evolve to be so much more than the trickster of your youth. You have truly become someone worthy of the title King.” Odin surprised everyone, none more so than Loki, when he extended his spear to him. It was a well known powerful tool, forged by Odin’s father and the only weapon known to rival that of Thor's mighty hammer Mojinor. “I can think of none more worthy to be king of all gods. As a token of my admiration to you, my son, I present to you Gungnir. May you treat her with the respect she has earned and to protect all nine realms in the name of Odinson.”

Odin looked back to the crowd but you were drawn towards the look of pure shock on Loki’s face as he admired the staff in his hands.

Clearly he was shocked by the gesture and it took you gently squeezing his fingers to get him to turn his attention back to allfather’s words.

“And to all our people, I have my official announcement. Prince Loki shall be crowned king in the fortnight. Once he has been officially crowned as king, we shall see the kingdoms of Asgard and Vanaheim united by marriage.”

Odin opened his arms out to the crowd, leading them into a joyous uproar.

There was something so dreamlike, so glamorous about it all. The claps. The cries. The glory.

“All hail Prince Loki and Lady y/n.”

Loki's hand stayed on yours until the applause ceased and took care to lead you both away from the alter behind his father, followed by Frigga and Thor, arms linked. You could see something wrong by Thor’s clenched jaw and betrayed eyes.

He didn't seem to like his father’s comments.

Loki, however, was still dazed and in awe of the staff he was given. He above all else knew the powers of such an ancient weapon. He had studied it along with Thor's hammer and other mythical artifacts of power.

This staff in his hand had shifted the tide in the Aesir and Vanir wars, by far one of the most powerful in all of the realms.

And allfather had given it to him.

Loki's grip tightened on you and the staff as he lead you through the ambassadors that tried to speak with the two of you. He was polite but stern as he told the dignitaries, “Yes, thank you, it is such an honor. Yes, it is a magnificent weapon, but we haven't the time to to visit I'm afraid. Yes, I'm truly blessed by our ancestors. Oh, I'm sorry, we must be going.”

It proved effective as you moved passed the guests trying to congratulate you. The two of you were outside the main entrance of the palace in no time.

You couldn't help but marvel at his ability to brush through a crowd.

It wasn't until he couldn't hear any other people around that he finally slowed pace. “Well that was…” he stumbled few a through words before offering, “Surprising.”

Loki let you go to balance a hand on each end of the staff, slowly bringing his hands together to engulf the weapon into a deep green glow. And in an instant, it was gone.

Your eyes widened when Loki swept his hand over himself, displaying a ray of light down his body.

And just like that his armor and helmet were gone as well

You couldn't help but marvel at it all. “I always found magic fascinating.”

He quirked a brow at you. His smile became sly as he let out a short laugh. “If it's a show you're wanting, I'm afraid I only know a few spells. Nothing spectacular.”

“Oh?” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to play coy as you pointed out, “I only ask because your mother had mentioned that she had taught you magic.”

At the mention of Frigga, Loki’s expression softened. “Did she?” he pondered.

You clasped your hands together and arched your chin up to meet his gaze before pressing further. “She also asked me to request you display your gift to me.”

“I see.” Loki seemed to consider this comment before offering you his hand. “I do have something I can show you. If you're up for a little moonlight horseback riding.”

The playful glint in his eye was too enticing to refuse. As soon as your fingers took his, he began leading you back around the side of the palace. There was a clear walkway of cobblestone laid out before you, but Loki pulled you off the path. Instead the two of you followed closely along the palace walls. His step quickened, but not so much you couldn't keep up.

The further he brought you, the faster your heart began to beat, keeping in sync with the mounting excitement. You had never snuck around at night, much less with a man.

And who better to do so with than the god of mischief himself?

You had managed to keep pace when suddenly a set of guards rounded the corner. Loki was quick to lean flush against the wall, curling you up in his arms against his chest, allowing the shadows to swallow the two of you.

His fingers clasped over your mouth as he whispered, “Shhh,” into your ear, his warm breath sending a tickle down into the pit of your stomach.

And you blindly obeyed, fighting back the natural instinct to scream in order to divulge a stronger desire: to be welcomed into the hidden world of the god of mischief.

You wanted to see what he was really like. behind the golden armor, behind the titles.

Who was this future king if gods?

When the guards finally passed, Loki's hand fell from your mouth and you took a deep breath.

His hand was already locked with yours as he pulled you along.

“Not much further, darling.”

“Is there a particular reason as to why we’re sneaking?” you had to ask.

Loki didn't slow down but he did glance over his shoulder so that you saw his smirk plainly, even in the darkness. “I often find even the most innocent acts can prove to be entertaining if you treat them like getting caught would prove troublesome.”

The thought itself sent a wave of exhilaration down to your core. As the stables came into view, you couldn't contain the mounting anticipation.

The stable was opened up with the horses in individual stalls. They were massive beasts, letting out light neighs as they became aware of your presence. Loki took one animal's head and gently stroked down her snout as he calmed it, letting loose soothing shushes. The horse- a hardy chocolate mare- brushed her face against his as she quieted down. The other beasts followed suit and soon everything in the world was silent once again.

“I suppose you're going to need to ride side saddle?”

You looked down to the dress, realizing it wasn't particularly made for horseback riding. “Yes, I suppose you're right.”

He flashed you a grin before taking hold of your hand and bring it up to stroke the horse's mane with him. “This is Kjala. She has a calm temperament and shouldn't mind you riding with me.”  

“She's magnificent,” you commented while Loki began collecting her things.

He was quick to dress Kjala while you took in all her majesty. Her coat shined in the starlight while her dark eyes scanned you over as well. You reached out towards her nose, smiling to yourself when she nudged your fingers.

“It's not a chariot or anything particularly fanciful, but it'll do for where we’re going,” Loki commented on his own work. He held out a hand to help you mount.

“Exactly where is it we're going, if you don't mind me asking?”

“As a clue, I'll tell you we have two destinations in the same place.”

“A riddle if I've ever heard one,” you laughed, taking the prince's hand.

As soon as you took hold of him, he effortlessly lifted you into the front of the seat. With what could only be described as flawless elegance, Loki rose up onto the back of saddle, grabbing onto Kjala's braided reins. When he moved, you had to shift yourself into a better position. Without meaning to, your hand landed directly on Loki's inner thigh.

You hadn't even realized it, only making matters worse when you slightly wiggled your hips further back to steady yourself on the beast.

But the prince had noticed. He had choked back a groan, his legs tending under your touch while his fingers dug into the reins.

You were a bit surprised to see his cheers a bit flushed when you looked back up at him. “Are you alright?”

Loki closed his eyes and cleared his throat. “Yes. Quite. Let's get going then.”

As Kjala began to move, your hands landed on either side of her neck trying to stay balanced. “Here, Loki offered as the horse brought you out of the stables, “Hold onto the reins with me.” His face was against yours, his lips at ear level as he gave you instructions. You bit your lip, taking hold of the braid just below his hands.

“Do you feel comfortable with me taking us faster?”

“Yes, by all means,” you said trying to hide the edge in your voice from the collecting urges building up inside of you. The tickle of his breath in your ear was enough to create a delicious sensation, but the feeling of his arms on either side of you, his thigh against yours. It was making you breathless.

Just like that, his heels gave one swift kick to Kjala’s sides and she took off away from the castle. The road went from paved and open to heavily wooded in a matter of minutes. You tried to focus on the sound of her hooves beating into the soft dirt or the crunch of the occasional twigs beneath her weight, but you found it harder and harder to ignore the rising heat inside of you. Loki’s body was pressed firmly against your back, his fingers at some point wrapping around your own on the reins. And his face, so close to yours, his breathing only noticeable as moist warmth against your skin.

Distracted by your own clustering thoughts, you nearly jumped when his grip on you tightened as he pulled in the reins. Kjala came to an abrupt halt. You whipped your head around, trying to see what Loki could possibly be bringing you out there to see.

But it looked like any other part of the woods, cloaked from the light of stars by overgrown ancient trees. The prince dismounted first before reaching up to help you down. His hands latched onto your hips, lowering you to the ground like you weighed nothing. The two of you stood for a long moment like that, his hands on your hips, your hands on his arms. You locked eyes with him and,for the fleetest of seconds, you hoped he would kiss you.

Instead he finally released you, turning back to Kjala. You bit onto your cheeks to push down your own urge and watched him until a bag and lantern from the saddle. With a wave of his hand, the lantern illuminated.

“Just a bit further,” he offered as his hand took yours. The two of you left the horse and began moving through the thickening brush. Every step had your heart beat faster and faster until finally you can to a cave.

“This is destination one,” he told you. “Its just inside that cave.” You must have tightened your hold on him because he passed you a reassuring smile. “Do you trust me, y/n?”

You swallowed before answering, “Yes, I trust you.”

“Excellent, because for this I must request you close your eyes.”

You looked straight into the empty abyss beyond the cave opening: utter and complete darkness. With just a tad of reluctance, you closed your eyes.

You had come too far to stop now.

Loki took hold of your hips again, slowly easing you into the mouth of the cave. Just before you finally stepped through the entrance, you took a deep breath.

You could hear Loki speaking just below a whisper but you couldn't quite make out specifically what he was saying. But you didn't need to understand the words to recognize an incantation.

There was a shift in the air around you, suddenly going from moist and dank in the cave to something fresher, even sweeter. Like flowers.

But what made it so peculiar wasn’t the abrupt change. It was the fact that you recognized the scent.

“Alright,” you finally heard him say as he released you. “Open your eyes.”

You did what you were told, feeling the air leave your chest as everything came into focus. Your head pivoted one way, and then the other. There was no way you were where you thought, it made no sense.

“Are we in…. Vanaheim?”

Loki only smiled at you as you took a few tentative steps around, taking in everything you could.

Instead of woods with broad pine trees and snow capped mountains in the distance, you saw skinny white barked trees scattered around, coated in the tiny white flowers that filled the air. Where the ground was once only dirt, now it spread out in thick, lush grass.

You were home.

“But how?”

“I created a portal.”

You cut a look at him, sure you had misheard him. “A portal? Is that the magic you wanted to show me?” Letting out a short laugh in disbelief, you turned back to the trees. “And you said you knew nothing spectacular.”  

A portal was no small feat, and you were more than impressed. Still in a daze at what he had done, you nearly missed the sound of a bird singing from one of the upper branches.

When you stopped moving to try and place the sound, Loki took your hand. “Now that, that is your surprise.” The two of you walked over to the tree you could hear the music coming from, moving slow so as not to scare it.

You covered your mouth to silence your gasp, feeling tears begin to swell in your eyes. There, hidden behind the leaves and flowers, was a bird with a small red body and long green tail, it’s feathers curling upwards so much so it looked more like fluff.

“She looks just like my Valkyrie,” you breathed out. “She’s beautiful….”

But while you were staring at the bird, Loki was watching you. “Yes she is,” he agreed, never letting his eyes leave you. “Absolutely beautiful.”

A few more birds came along and all of them went out into the sky, singing their song into the night, dancing on wings through the wind like a practiced ballet just for you to watch. One of the birds even came down just barely out of arm's reach.

“I had no idea they were here,” you realized, looking around. “We must me miles away from the closest village.” Because unlike in Asgard where everyone lived in the city, Vanaheim was much more rural with small towns spread out through the realm.

“They’re called aste gimstein which, if I’m not completely butchering the translation, means love jewels. They live in small families like this in remote areas. They don’t know any natural predators out here so they’re relatively trusting.” Loki held a hand out an let out a high pitched, sing-song whistle to the bird that watched you both. Your eyes widened as the little ball of fluff perched neatly on his finger.

You smiled, watching him inch the bird closer and closer to himself before turned to meet your gaze. “Your painting certainly is on the mark, y/n. Truly they are as magnificent as you made them out to be.”

“You did all of this,” you marvelled as you tentatively pet the bird. “You created a portal and found these birds, all because of a painting?”

“All thanks to that painting, I would say. I had Heimdall the gatekeeper of the Bifrost  locate where a family lived and managed to get my hands on a few ornithology books before finally finding what species they were.”

“And you did all of that since this morning by the lake?” The bird’s little head twitched one way and then another before hopping over to your hand, beginning to sing it’s song again. “Loki… I don’t even know what to say to this.”

“After you told me the story, I was curious to know more about the birds. You see, I’m a procurer of knowledge. I appreciate a good understanding of the world around us. Or in some cases, the people around us.” Your eyes looked up to meet his, eyes cut over to you, catching you looking at him. You didn’t turn away, instead listening intently when he went on. “And lately I find myself wanting more and more to understand you, y/n. But there’s not books about you. No stories. I only have you to learn from.”

The bird hopped off your hand and his fingers intertwined with yours while he took a step closer to you. “I truly believe that if I understand you- and you me- we could do some real good for the realms. For our people. Together.”

“Loki, I…” you spoke, barely above a whisper.

Loki’s lips lightly brushed over yours, sending a jolt through your body that seemed to put ever nerve on edge. He pulled his face back while bringing his hands up to lace through your hair, cradling your face as his eyes scanned over yours.

“I created this portal to go anywhere in Vanaheim you want to visit. Consider it another gift for giving me the honor of making you my wife. And my queen.”

At that, you couldn’t restrain yourself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him down as you lifted yourself on your tiptoes to close the gap between you and crashed into his mouth. The pent up need filling you all night was boiling over so much you thought you might explode.

Loki had been mindful all night of how he approached you in front of the dignitaries, respecting boundaries that were laid out by social standard and showing nothing but the utmost respect for you the entire time. He had managed all night to keep his hands off of you but now that no one else was around, holding back was becoming harder and harder.

He pressed your back against the tree, sliding you up to where you were eye level as his tongue swept across your lips to beg for entrance. Your mouth took him in and the two of you became so intertwined you couldn’t feel where one began and the other ended. You pulled up the length of your dress, moving it so that your legs could wrap around his hips and pin you both together.

The sensation of your bare legs clenching around Loki was enough to cause a low growl from the back of his throat. You had never heard such a decadent, animalistic sound.

It sent a shiver straight up your spine, escaping your lips in a soft moan that only pushed him further. His hands moved down to your skirt so as to dig his fingers into the meat of your thighs as his hips grinded into yours.

You were so engrossed in one another that you didn’t notice the rainbow of light coming down around you. The sound of birds dispersing from the trees and a soft buzzing emanating from the light made you both pause, but not fast enough to be ready for the vacuum suction of the light. You were pulled away from the tree- away from Vanaheim- into the colors through space.

“What’s happening?” you yelled as Loki kept his grip on you.

“It’s the Bifrost,” he explained, breathless and agitated. “It would seem someone from Asgard is looking for us.”

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Something New Pt. 4

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Reader

Request: The reader is an avid baker and is married to some pos, and bucky is a doctor (or a medical practitioner) and they end up having an affair and yeah idk how you’d want to end it but that’s a start

Warnings: Language, Emotionally (and physically) abusive relationship, talk of (rough) sex, eventual smut.

Parts:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 

A/N I know that it has been SO freaking long since I have updated and I am hoping that this makes up for that in some sort of way. 

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It has been 4 days since my little trip to the hospital that resulted in the awkward as fuck conversation between me and Dr. MrDreamy. The conversation that sent me on a downward spiral, wondering how the hell this man who has just entered our small, little community has figured out a secret that everyone else has looked over.

He hasn’t said anything to me about the incident since it happened, but I can still see the way that he looks at me when he orders his cherry scones every morning on his way to work. Even though he doesn’t talk to me about the head injury, he talks to me about other things. Even though I keep telling myself that I dont like this man, I don’t think that I can keep denying to myself how drop-dead gorgeous he is. Or how smart he is. Or how good of a conversationalist he is.

He apparently knows how to get me to babble life a fool whenever he is around, because babble I do. He asks me a simple question with a simple answer, and the next thing I know, we are 20 minutes into a conversation that has spiraled down the rabbit hole and he ends up almost late to work. Which is what is happening now.

“You really are that scared of clowns?” he is leaning onto the counter, both elbows down and his broad shoulders close to me. His face is about six inches from mine and I can smell the subtle hint of a cologne that sends my head swimming. I can see the way that he flexes his jaw, trying not to laugh at me, and I can also see the way that his beard is perfectly groomed and frames his face very well. My husband cant grow a beard to save his life.

“I am not kidding, I was sitting on the floor, sobbing my eyes out for a good 20 minutes,” he laughs at the statement and my automatic reaction is to reach out and smack his arm playfully. I don’t know why I think that is a good idea. There are enough inappropriate thoughts going through my head about those arms without knowing how strong and firm they actually are, but when my hand hurts more than his arm after playfully smacking him, I know that there is a problem. “Holy shit. Why is your arm like a rock?”

This is mistake number one. I am letting myself become more comfortable with him. I am letting him crawl under my skin and into my brain and I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be giving him the power that I am.

“Oh, you like?” he smirks at me and gives me a small wink, and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he flexes his arm just the tiniest bit, making his already snug shit just a bit tighter. It really is a sight to see. “I work out a bit. You kind of have to stay in shape when you are working in a Brooklyn hospital. Hell, you have to stay in shape just to survive in Brooklyn I feel like,”

This is mistake number two. I am flirting with the new doctor in town, openly, in the middle of my own bakery. Not that I should be flirting with any man that isn’t my husband at all, but I really shouldn’t be doing it in my own establishment. I really shouldn’t be doing it in a place where people who know me and know my husband can see.

“Show off,” I mumble and I watch as he leans in even closer to me. Our faces are so close that our noses are almost touching. He gives me a side smirk that sends my heart pumping faster and I cant help but notice that this is so wrong. This is probably the worst position that we could be in right now. I keep looking from him to the window to make sure that no one is going to come through that door. That would be disastrous.

“You haven’t even begun to see me show off, doll,” his voice drops an octave and his eyes grow serious, and a feeling that I haven’t felt in a really long-time, washes over me. A sort of buzzing rolls through me. It is like every nerve is on high alert and standing on edge, waiting for the next move. “But if you want, I can,” He leans closer and closer until it doesn’t seem like we can get any closer and his breath hits my face and sends a shiver straight down my spine.

No. No Y/N. I take a step back away from him. I let my senses lose the smell of his gorgeous cologne and I shake my head a little to wash away the goosebumps that have risen over my body. You cant do this. You cant become this girl. You have a husband and a life and it might not be the best, but it is yours. And you cant go around kissing totally fuckable guys in the middle of your own establishment. You cant fucking do it. So turn around and go to the kitchen and tell him to leave.

I turn away from him quickly and make straight for the door to the kitchen. I don’t say a word to him and I don’t look back because if I do, I will stop and I will totally kiss the most fuckable man that I have ever seen.

“Y/N,” I hear his deep voice – no. I feel his deep voice from behind me once I get into the kitchen. Thankfully Marie is at school at the moment and it is just me and James in the back of the bakery… alone. Not the best idea. I feel him grab my arm and spin me around and suddenly I am looking up at a man whose eyes have become dark. It has a commanding tone about him. That kind of look frightens me on a man. His hold on my arm doesn’t lessen and he pulls me closer to him, until we are chest to chest. I feel the panic well up inside of me.

I have been in this situation before but at least it is with a man who is a lot smaller than this man’s 6’2” status. It is with a man that would take a bit to overpower me. Not James though. With James, it would be no problem to over power me. To take what he wanted right here and not think twice about it. That is a terrifying thought. He pulls me closer to him again and I feel my anxiety swell. Do I just attract men that want to hurt me? Do I just seem like the type to be submissive to anyone?

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he breathes out and I can feel my heart stop in that moment.

“Wh-what did you say?” time stands still in that moment. He is running a hand up and down my arm, fueling the goosebumps that I already have, and he stops his action to look me dead in the eye.

“Tell me that you don’t want this, and I walk away. We never speak of it again. We go back to me buying cherry scones from you every morning and you being my patient, and nothing else happens. We forget that this whole thing happened,” he puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face up to meet his. His eyes are softer now than they were before. “But I want this,”

That feeling is back in me and thrumming a thousand times harder. He is asking me. He isn’t telling me or commanding me. He isn’t bribing me or manipulating me. He is telling me that he wants something but that if I don’t want it, he wont pursue it any further. The logical side of me tells me that every man should think like this but my past experiences tell me that that logic is not always true.

My reasoning goes completely out the door and suddenly James’ lips are on mine. My arms are snaking around his neck, pulling him closer to me while simultaneously getting to run my fingers through the hair that I have been dying to touch since I met the man.

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls my hips into his and I finally can place the feeling that is welling up inside of me. It is excitement. It is attraction. Lust. Something that I haven’t felt in a really long time. A feeling that I haven’t been able to express because no one has given a fuck about how I feel for a really long time. I can feel his attraction to me as well and it only spurs me on.

I am doing this. I am really cheating on my husband right now. I am really doing it.

James puts a hand at the nape of my neck and brushes his hands through my hair and I cant help but to moan a little bit. He pulls away from the kiss only to give me a small smirk before pulling my hair gently to get me to tilt my head back. Suddenly he is at my neck, kissing and sucking. The feeling is euphoric. I never thought that I would be able to feel pleasure from a man’s touch again, and now look at where we are.

“Don’t give me a hickey or you are dead, Dr. Barnes,” I am pretty much a puddle at this point in time. Putty in the Doctor’s hands.

“Call me bucky, babygirl,” the feel of his hot breath on my wet skin is something out of this world. The way his stubble brushes against my collar bone sends my body on edge. And the pet name? Lord have mercy, he could get me to cum by just talking like that.

“You know that this is a horrible thing that we are doing, right?” I mumble to him, running both of my hands through his hair as he continues to kiss at my neck and collar bone. He takes special care to never stay in one place too long and I can feel his hands roam over the rest of my body as his tongue continues to explore my neck and jaw.

“You wanna know why I don’t care?” he stops what he is doing and leans back away from me, one hand on the side of my face and the other one rubbing the bare skin of my side. He is giving me that smirk again that is anything but good news. “I don’t care because I know I can make you feel 1000x better than he can,” he kisses me hard and deep again and then pulls back, and like a horny little teenager, I follow his lips, silently asking for more. “And I can look 1000x better while doing it,”

“Well, at least I know that you are humble, Bucky,” the nickname is a little weird on my tongue but the way that his hand grips my waist tighter and he pulls me impossibly closer to him tells me that he rather quite likes the name. His face comes to hover over mine, his lips centimeters from me.

I want him to kiss me again. I want it so badly. I want it more than I have wanted anything for the past three years. You would think that I haven’t had sex in years with the way that my chest rises and falls rapidly and the undeniable twist in my stomach begins. But honestly, Andrew and I had had sex only mere hours after I had gotten home from the hospital.

“Tell me something,” he leans back and I want to pout, but I am too wrapped up in the moment. I just need him to keep touching me. I need him to kiss me and to make me forget myself and my life and the problems that I have. How can this man do this to me?

“What do you wanna know?” I close my eyes and lean my head back, letting the emotions flood my veins. I revel in the feelings. I revel in the fact that my body can still feel this way? I had thought that the possibility for these thoughts and feelings had gone away long ago.

“You are 22, right?” he is gently kissing my jaw again and I just nod my head at the question. I don’t know old this man is, but I know that he is older than me by at least a few years. He breathes against my neck again. “Why did you get married so young?” I open my eyes to look straight at him and I can see that the question is being asked by a serious man who wants a serious answer. So much for making me forget about my life.

“Really, youre gonna ask me that now? When you have me pressed up against the counter in the back of my bakery, kissing and touching all over me?” he takes his hands off of me and steps away and I can feel the screaming in my stomach. I sigh. The man basically tells me he wants to fuck me and then he wants to know my whole life story. ”I don’t know why I thought to get married at such a young age. I think it was cause my grandparents got married when they were 19 and they were happy their whole lives. They were the epitome of love and I think that I naïve little me just wanted something like that. Happy?” he gives me a level stare and I begin to tap my fingers impatiently.

“So… I was right, wasn’t I?” he speaks again and I can feel the irritation growing within me. I grab his hands with my own and yank him towards me, putting his hands on my hips and making it so that his face is so close to mine again.

“Can you please just shut the fuck up and kiss me, again? We can talk about this shit later if that is really want you want. But right now? I am a bit needy and I am an impatient person,” he pulls his hand up from my hip to run through my hair and then pulls me to him again.

“Yes ma’am,” is all he says and then he is kissing me again.

I could get used to this real quick.

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[taelaxies]

Deeper

‘Are you f*cking my sister like you f*cked me?’ Summary: Your little sister introduces her new boyfriend to the family. But you already knew him. Very well. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader. Genre: Angst. Warnings: Mature language | Mentions of sex. 

A/N: So I was working on a Jungkook fic I’m writing, but suddenly my mind was like No girl, not today, and came up with this Taehyung oneshot. Sorry not sorry. Words: +2k.

Your sister finally introduced her new boyfriend to the family.

You found amusing how the bad boy you used to know, was now looking like a kind puppy sitting in front of you in your own house. It was not because of you, or course- It was because your father was scrutinizing him from the opposite side of the table.

The only thing you had to do, was saying the words ‘are you fucking my sister like you fucked me?’ in front of your dad, and Kim Taehyung would be gone and everything would turn out ‘fine’. The tragedy was, that if you did that your little sister would never forgive you. Lin always had a crush on him and that’s why you did not tell her what happened six months ago between the two of you.

You took a sip from your glass of water and focused on eating the dinner your mother had cooked for the special occasion. “Taehyung is in your class, Y/N? You didn’t say anything.” She asked genuinely curious, with a kind smile on her face.

You swallowed the food and shrugged, “There’s not much to say.” Taehyung glared at you from his seat and you added, “I’m sure my sister knows him… deeper than I do.”

An awkward laugh escaped from Lin and she nodded, “Tae said that Y/N once helped him with a school project, right?”

“She helped me - a lot. Y/N knows how it’s done,” he glanced at you, knowing what he was doing. There was no school project. He looked at your parents showing off his cute boxy shape grin, “she’s a great student.”

“Yeah you needed a lot of help. I always try to help students with low grades, it’s important for college.”

Taehyung’s grin disappeared and his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “The thing is that Y/N is really good with her hands.”

He watched you choke on the water you were drinking and kept talking, “She made this sculpture for art class, and the professor congratulated her in front of all of us.” he lied.

“Well, well.” Lin grabbed his arm and pouted, “Let’s stop talking about how good Y/N is and let’s talk about how good we look together.”

You wanted to get out of there.

You remained silent for the rest of the dinner, stuffing your mouth with food and keeping your eyes down on your plate.

That next Monday, you could not figure out what were you doing leaning against the wall, waiting for the basketball practice to finish. Your eyes followed his tall sweaty figure and admired the way his headband held his brown hair away from his face. A smug smirk spread on his lips when he noticed you there, with your arms folded on your chest and your eyebrows knitted.

The coach blew the whistle and it was over. Taehyung waved his hand saying bye to the other boys and grabbed a towel, pressing it against his face as he walked towards you. “Enjoying the view?”

“Is this a new game you’re playing? Because you should leave my little sister out of it.”

“This is not a game” he stated, throwing the towel on his shoulder and stepping closer to you.

“You mocked me sitting in my kitchen in front of my own parents with your new girlfriend next to you.” You spitted every word on his face, getting dangerously closer. His sweat mixed with cologne filled your nostrils and you decided to press yourself against the wall again, keeping a safe distance.

“You were the one who started.”

“Stay away from her, she might have believed your bullshit but I don’t. You have a different girl every week, and my sister won’t be one of them.”

You realized you two were alone in the gym when he pressed you against the wall, with his arms locked on the sides of your head. “You think you are ‘one of them’?”

“I’m not one of them, those girls would do whatever you want. I don’t like you. That night I was drunk and confused.”

“But I wasn’t drunk” he grunted, stepping away from you before turning around and leaving.

You stood there and rubbed your face with your hands, feeling how hot your cheeks were. What was he doing? What did that mean?

“What are you doing here?” Lin’s voice echoed in the empty basketball court. Her eyes scanned the place and a heavy sigh left her mouth when she found no one but you.

“The practice ended minutes ago.” you muttered.

“I see. Were you waiting for someone?”

“No, I’m just leaving.” You shooked your head and made your way towards the exit.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait.” She grabbed the sleeve of your shirt and stopped you. “I’ve been invited to a party this Friday, would you lend me your red dress?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She squealed with excitement, “You’re the best.”

Yeah, you were the best. The best liar.

Taehyung spent every afternoon in your house that week. Your parents loved that kind facade he offered with his handsome face.

He completely ignored you, and you ignored him. You catched your sister kissing him when your parents weren’t looking, and you found yourself staring at his jaw and how it moved up and down. You remember how his hands felt buried in your hair as you watched him do the same with Lin. What was wrong with you?

Jin invited you to the same party your sister was planning to go. You felt bad when you saw his sad eyes when you rejected his invitation. He never said anything but you knew he liked you, so you invented an excuse: “I’d love to go with you Jin, but I really have to study.” You were the best student of your class, so it was not hard to believe that your plan for a Friday night was staying at home with a book in front of your face.

However, like everything in your life since that family dinner, your plan was ruined when your phone rang.

It was 3 AM, and your hand explored the surface of your night table until your fingertips found the vibrating phone. Your eyes squinted when you read the name on the screen and accepted the call.

“Y/N?”

“Jin, what’s going on?”

“It’s your sister. I think you should come here.”

He did not have to tell you twice. Your parents were asleep, and that was how they should stay. You kept quiet while you looked for the keys and exited your house with your pijamas on. Luckily for you, the party was at a house not far from yours.

Just a few blocks with your parents’ car and you were there, hearing the loud music and the screams in the middle of the night.

As you enter the house, the faces (drunk and sober) turned to you - but you were only hoping to find your sister or Jin. You did find him, he had his back pressed against a door that looked like it was the bathroom’s.

“Finally” he muttered when he saw you.

“Is she in there?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “She’s very drunk. She said she wouldn’t unlock the door if you weren’t here.”

You stepped closer to the door and spoke loudly against it. “Lin! It’s Y/N! C’ mon, let’s get you home!”

The door didn’t open at first, and you were about knock when your sister’s crying face peered through it. She barely could stand on her feet, she was holding on to the door since it was the only way she could keep her body straight. Your red dress was soaked in alcohol and her hair was a mess. “You bitch!” She yelled pointing a finger at you. “It’s- you- fault!”

You hardly understood what she was trying to say between her sobs, but you knew that your sister was in that state because of him. Kim Taehyung.

Lin tried to walk in your direction but failed and fell, fortunately, in Jin’s arms.

“Get her in the car.” You told him and he nodded.

Your blood boiled under your skin as your eyes looked desperately for that annoying beautiful face that caused all this disaster. But he was not there.

You checked the bedrooms upstairs and interrupted a couple having sex in one of them, but there was no signs of Taehyung.

You decided to take care of that problem later, and focus on helping your sister now.

When you arrived, she had fallen asleep at the back of the car, and Jin was waiting for you with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. You thanked him for everything and he offered his help to get your sister out of the car later, but you told him you could take care of it.

And you did, sighing with relief when her sleeping figure was finally on her bed, in the safety of your house.

It was 4:30 AM when her phone rang this time. You took it from her purse and you were about to turn it off when you saw it. The message.

Tae Tae (4:30 AM)

I’m outside your house, r u ok? 

You thanked God for your parents and their deep sleep when you rushed out of the house, and met a tall man wearing a grey hoodie standing on the street.

“Is Lin alr-”

The palm of your hand crashed against his cheek, leaving a red mark on his face. “What the hell were you thinking?! What did you tell her!?”

He gulped and caressed his reddened cheek with his hand. “I told her the truth,” his voice sounded deeper than usual, “It was before the party. She went inside and I went home. Namjoon called me saying he saw you and Jin carrying her totally wast-”

“What did you tell her, Taehyung?”

You knew. He told her what you two had done. You could read it in his sorry eyes.  “I told her that the only reason I dated her was because I wanted to be close to you.”

Tears started to blur your sight and you shooked your head no, “You are so full of bullshit,” you sobbed.

“I can’t get you out of my head since that night, Y/N. And you acted like I was nothing to you after that and I-”

“And you thought that fucking my sister would make me love you or something?”

“I haven’t fucked your sister, I haven’t fucked any of that girls I dated since you! It’s just… you kept ignoring me, and I was going crazy about you.” He confessed.

He sounded desperate. He cupped your face with his hands and gave you a meaningful look. “Listen, I didn’t know she would react like this and I’m so sorry.” Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“You are.” you cried.

“Please, I just want to be close to you.” He whispered. “Please. I’ll do anything. Please.”

 You could not forgive him, even though that night your heart was beating like crazy in your chest.

Your sister pretended that Taehyung did not exist. She told you you were right, he was a jerk that played with a different girl every week. She forgave you, treating you like another one of his ‘victims’ and in no time, she was her usual self and she was crushing on another boy from her class.

But for you, Taehyung existed now.

You watched him running towards you after his practice, with his sweaty hair on his face.

“You came!” He smiled, panting for breath and pressing the towel on his forehead.

Since that messy night, Kim Taehyung was determined to make you forgive him. He stopped seeing girls, even though girls kept throwing themselves at him. His grades were better and his main focus was in basketball.

“I’m here.” You sighed.

His grin made his face look like a five-year-old boy and your heart melted.

“So…” he studied your face and picked his words carefully, “does this mean I can finally take you to a date? I’ve been working hard this last month.”

“You have.” You agreed, taking a step closer. He pouted in front of you and you chuckled, “Yes, you can take me to a date now,” you bit your lip and wrapped your arms around his neck.  “I think we should talk and get to know each other… deeper.”

“Fuck, don’t say it like that. I might try to kiss you”

“You should try harder.”

“You asked for it.”

His lips slammed against yours and your back hit the wall. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and it felt just like you remembered. You felt his tongue in your mouth and moaned quietly causing him to smile into the kiss. “You are such a tease, Y/N. Another moan like that and I won’t make it to that date.”

[sweetbyte]

Inuyasha AU anyone?

Day 4 | AU

Momo Yaoyorozu liked to believe she was a good girl. She kept up with her grades at school, she respected her elders, and she was mindful of her peers. Her life wasn’t grand or spectacular, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything else. It would seem that she had no choice in the matter.

Her family had inherited holy lands as well as a shrine with a well within. She would remember helping her grandmother when she was younger. She loved to hear the stories of the mystical Shikon Jewel, and the priestess who sealed it away so it wouldn’t fall into the hands of the demons.

She helped her grandmother with the upkeep and maintenance of the shrine up until her grandmother passed away. Momo had tried her best to be as dedicated, but school was top priority in her parents eyes. She still did her rounds though, it’d be a shame if all the work her grandmother did went to waste.

One day when arriving back from school, Momo is quick to start sweeping up the autumn leaves littering the shrine, having already raked by the sacred tree. Her mother would reprimand her because that’s why they have housekeeping, but chores seem to relax her and that’s exactly what she needs this exam week.

While sweeping, she hears a desperate cry from a cat. It’s distant, but also neat enough for Momo to start investigating. The closer she gets to the shrine, the louder it gets. She opens the door and the meowing is loud and clear within the room. It’s pretty dark, but she starts to look around trying to lure the cat with little ‘tsk’s and ‘here, kitty kitty’.

It finally occurs to her to look into the well and sure enough the poor cat is at the bottom cowering in the corner. The well’s panels have been moved to the side and the seals broken, but it’s probably from the weathering, the thing’s hundreds of years old...

“Oh, you poor thing! Hang on!”

She looks around hoping to find a ladder, but only sees rope. It’ll do, she thinks, she is pretty resourceful and athletic so it’s should be no problem climbing the rope. But the cat...

“I’ll be right back, kitty!” She sprints out the shrine to where she thrown her backpack and empties it’s out on the ground to use it as a pouch. She runs back in and is amused that the cat has calmed down, and seems to understand her for it hasn’t meowed since. She gets to work securing the rope to a stake by the well and tugs firmly to test it out. Once she’s content with it, she peeks her head over the well and let’s the rope drop slowly as to not scare the cat.

“Watch out...”

She makes her way down the well carefully, she’s not in gym clothes and it’s a little uncomfortable to do in her uniform. The well is deeper than she had pegged it to be, but she makes it to the bottom with rope to spare. She gives her self a second to cool down and relish her triumph before she goes to console and sooth the cat into her make shift pouch.

Momo tugs on the rope again, proud that she’s created a strong tie, and begins to climb back up the well. While the cat is not heavy, the added weight does slow her down a bit but at least he’s not thrashing.

She feels her heart jump for joy when she see’s the lip of the exit! Just a little more! The cat, desperate to get out, jumps the gun and pounces from her head up over the edge and out.

Being taken completely by surprise, the force of the pounce makes her loose her grip and suddenly she’s falling. She’s scared but closes her eyes, bracing her self for the landing that’s going to surely hurt. She doesn’t notice her chest glow a faint pink until she opens her eyes again, confused that she’s still falling.

But she’s not falling, she’s suspended in a void with bones and remains littered around her. She’s disoriented and scared because this isn’t normal. Maybe she hit her head, that she’s delirious and dreaming.

“Wake up, Momo, get out of this creepy well..” She talks to herself as she floats around. She drifts a bit to close to a part of a large carcass, she’s sure, and she starts to glow again. It freaks her out but she doesn’t have time to dwell on it too long for bones are pulling together and flesh had begun to regenerate around it.

“The sacred jewel...” The sinister chuckle is heard before the monstrosity is completely revived. “I feel it, give it to me! Give me what belongs to me!”

The thing is a huge centipede, it has the face of a human as well as human arms and it’s all Momo can do not to scream. One of it’s arms is swung at her direction and she has no time to think but respond bringing her hand up in defense.

“Stay away!”

There’s what appears to be a blast from her hand that knocks the thing away, where she doesn’t know and she doesn’t care. All that is important is that she feels ground under her feet and she’s still at the bottom of the well.

“I must have hit my head really hard.” She mutters grateful to be out of that dream. She looks for the rope but it’s gone and she huffs.

“Hello?!” She notices vines along the wall and tilts her head to the side, how had she not noticed them before? They’re surprisingly strong and she’s successful in climbing up. With a last heave, she manages to swing her leg over the edge.

“Finally” She mutters, allowing herself to rest for a bit. “Have to make sure to cover this properly, I’m not doing this agai...n?” She trails off when she looks up and takes in her surroundings because she’s definitely not at the shrine.

Momo is a rational person, she tries not to panic and come up with some explanation to all this madness. She walks through the area to canvas it out, after debating with herself wether or not it’s a good idea. The well creeps her out, so yes, it’s the best idea she has right now.

She walks through the trees and she notices the familiar sacred tree. She quickens her pace because that means home is right around the corner, no matter what kind of whack dream she’s in. As she rounds the next tree she’s baffled again by the sight of boy. The boy is blonde and appears to be dressed in old feudal red robes. The boy is pinned to the tree by an arrow and what’s peculiar about this is that branches have also grown around him securing him to the tree. Surely his body wouldn’t be in tact after the amount of time it takes for branches to grow. Even more peculiar, the pair of ears on his head. They seemed to be dog ears?

The urge to touch them is strong, she doesn’t believe they’re real, but she’s got other more important things to fingers out right now....oh who is she kidding?

She’s sick of climbing things, but she walks and uses the elevated stump to stand in front of the boy. Momo hesitated for a second before lunging to play with the ears. It’s oddly comforting, and it’s surprising that his hair-er furr- is still soft.

Having satisfied her curiosity, she continues to inspect the boy. He’s pretty. To avoid flustering herself, she looks at the arrow pinning him to the tree. She can’t help but touch it and it glows a similar faded pink that came from her chest. There’s also a very light jolt that shocks her and she pulls away quickly and turns away.

“Ouch, ok. How do I wake up from this Alice in Wonderland trip...?” Momo thinks out loud failing to notice the body coming to life behind her until she hears a growl.

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here.”