#why would i be friends with someone who slowly turns me into a monster

[beatbawksradio]

I will be whatever it is you want to see,

because that is all you will allow me to be

[dunmesh]

okay i don't have anything smart to add i just genuinely love that these seemingly trivial jokes are actually an important part of his character. we see it throughout the entire manga, how he pushes aside his own frustration and discomfort to accommodate everyone else's and avoid needless confrontation- another example off the top of my head would be the barometz chapter in which he slowly gets frustrated with izutsumi but still tries his best to talk some sense into her calmly and soundly.

and in contrast, there are very few times he expresses his anger and hurt towards others, and it usually takes a lot for him to finally lose his patience and control.

i mean, even with kabru he tried to be polite despite the circumstances until the guy said the one thing that triggers an immense sense of shame, hurt and rage in laios. and you know, the manga does say it quite clearly early on. when we are introduced to namari and then to shuro, laios acts all friendly and shows his respect and trust in them despite how things ended between them, and everyone else gets frustrated with him for acting so strange- why are you the one who tries so hard to pacify the rest when you should be the angriest?

and they don't understand him. they don't know him well enough to be able to understand, but we as readers get to see during the manga that they aren't wrong to question him- he does, in fact, feel all those ugly emotions. and it's when the winged lion finally confronts him that we see to what extent these feelings he buried so deep go, and suddenly all those funny little moments where he sometimes pretends to be mr nice guy speak volumes about his character. honestly, ryoko kui is a master at using jokes in order to define important character traits and this one doesn't fail to amaze me.

and laios's hatred and rage and deep scars he can't get over aren't shown explicitly during most of these moments i mentioned before, but now you realize there are 26 years of emotional baggage to all of them and they sting. he is angry but he can't say shit, what difference would it make? it won't make his friends choose him instead of themselves when he needed them most, and it won't help his party get any farther. of course, this logic doesn't apply to them- they are absolutely allowed to get angry and it's fine to get mad at him, he can take that.

so after finishing the series it's so clear that he tries his best to avoid clashing with others not just due to the current circumstances and him needing to be a reliable leader but also because he knows that people don't even like him when he tries to show his good sides and hide all the rest, so who the hell would tolerate his rage and despair? who would stay after realizing that he is so deeply flawed he doesn't even like his own being?

but he does get mad. he can't help it, and sometimes it gets out of control and now everyone knows. and it's funny, isn't it? that most of those moments ended up bringing him closer to others. shuro admitting he is envy of him and actually becoming the friend laios thought he was all along, fighting for his sake and waiting for him to come back- believing in him even after he turned into a monster and searching for him the way he couldn't bring himself to do for falin when he learned of what became of her- or kabru being pushed to just let it all out because he couldn't bluff his way out of this one and get to laios any other way, so now they are even. they are both horribly honest with each other and they both choose to stay. a weird way of getting to know each other, but it is what it is.

it's simply... the more laios let himself just be, the deeper his relationships grew. and there's intimacy in being your ugly, weak and furious self around someone and them not leaving you. feeling safe enough to let it be known you are hurt and angry. and he knows that now, too.

[remiratboi]

Lost Souls Campground - Ollidar

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Yandere!MHalfOrcXFatAFAB!G/NReader ~ 11K Words

You met when you were children, and he never spoke. You were childhood best friends. Now, a decade after you last saw him, you've returned to the very campground you grew up seeing him at. You never imagined you'd find him there again.

CW: Monster fucking, noncon/dubcon, stalking, yandere, obsessive relationship, unhealthy relationship, body image issues, bondage, gaslighting, manipulation. Let me know if I missed something.

I re-edited it and changed a few things, and posted it all as one!

Every year, your family would vacation in the Moonlight Realm. The pocket universe that had been discovered around 100 years ago. ‘Moonlight Realm’ it was affectionately called because of the creatures who dwelled there. Monsters.

As well as monsters of all kinds, the Moonlight Realm boasted of beautiful scenery, cheap rates, and what humans originally deemed “exotic cultures”.

But the humans and the monsters had settled into a comfortable coexistence, and monsters were far from rare any longer. You grew up with creatures all around you. It was common and equal. The human race had come a long way.

The little cabin you always rented for the whole summer was small and cramped. You, 3 siblings, your parents, and an elderly dog made the 2 bedroom unit feel like a shoebox. From a very young age, you had learned all the best hiding spots and getaways in the park. When you were around 10 years old, you found that apparently someone else had found them too.

A young half orc named Ollidar, or Ollie.

You didn’t speak the same language, and the first time you met, it had been awkward and confusing. You had tried to tell him he was welcome, and that there was enough room for the both of you. He seemed to understand, as he ended up sitting across from you in the small natural clearing that sat just inside the forest.

You probed him with questions, you tried acting things out, you tried writing them down with a stick in the dirt. He didn’t respond. Sometimes it looked like he understood something but he never gave any reply. Just sat there, watching you. Sometimes he’d smile shyly.

The first summer it had been a lot to get used to. He started meeting you every day in the same spot. Sometimes he’d read, or listen to music on his AirPods, but mostly he watched you.

You wasted a few days trying to get him to respond, but since he never did, it slowly switched to you just talking to him. You told him… everything. You had to fill the silence. It would be too awkward if not.

You told him about your friends back home, your cat who you missed terribly and hoped was liking the pet sitter. About your favourite movies, books, foods. You told him about your fears, you weren’t sure why. You told him embarrassing stories. Sometimes you even worried he would think you were lame or weird and leave, but he never did. He just listened.

The summer came to an end and you did your best to tell him goodbye. That you hoped to see him again.

And you would. Every year. Every summer you spent two glorious months glued to each other’s sides. Your families became close through you.  He had a sister and two moms. Your parents got along, and all of your siblings as well.

No one understood why he never spoke. It wasn’t a language barrier anymore. After 7 summers together both families knew more than enough about the other’s language. Enough to communicate with little confusion. He seemed to understand everything. If you asked him to pass you something, he would. If you gave him something he didn’t want, he’d shake his head. But he never spoke.

You stopped going on family vacations when you turned 18. You had moved out, so had most of your siblings. Your parents decided it was time for your own family vacations.

The first summer that you weren’t going, hit you harder than you’d ever imagined. Your chest hurt.

The next year was better.

And the next.

Soon you were 28 and that little half orc was just a fond, albeit, bittersweet memory.

Until your parents decide to do a sort of reunion trip this year. All of your siblings, and their families, plus you and your parents, would be taking a summer vacation to Lost Souls Campground in the Moonlight Realm this year.

It had barely changed. Some machines had been upgraded, the cabins had clearly been renovated to function with modernity, but other wise it was beautiful, serene, and just like you remembered it.

“It’s you.” A strong deep voice full of awe whispered from behind you. You turned around and was met with a face indeed in awe. It took a moment but you realized this was the first time you’d ever heard his voice.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed. Genuine joy spreading across your face. “You’re here?!” You cried and raced up to him. He didn’t even flinch as you threw yourself at him. His arms opened and he gathered you in a powerful embrace. There was a hint of desperation in the way he clung to your soft body.

You felt a pang of anxiety that had been previously overtaken by the shock of seeing him. You were not thin anymore. And while you loved your body, and felt sexy in it, not everyone else was as comfortable with fat bodies as you were. What if he didn’t want you like this?

Want me like this? What am I thinking?!

You tried to pull yourself away from the hug, but he held tight.

“It’s you…” he muttered into your hair. He was warm, and huge. The orc part of his genes must have been strong. He dwarfed you. It took a lot for someone to make you feel small. Some part of your brain short circuited when you finally registered he had been lifting you. You panicked slightly then, worried about being too heavy and pushed yourself from his chest. He reluctantly lowered you down.

You were blushing from feet to head as you smoothed out your clothes. “Sorry, I… I was just surprised to see you.” You stuttered out. You looked up at his face. He was beautiful. You could see hints of the boy you knew, but he had grown, developed thick muscles, his face thinned out and lengthened.

“You came back.” He replied. His gaze was hyper focused on you. It seemed nothing else registered to him any longer. You squirmed a bit under such overwhelming attention.

“Yeah, we stopped back then, when all of us had moved out. But we are doing a sort of reunion trip this summer!” You explained excitedly. You felt giddy. You didn’t even really understand why. You felt excitement at seeing him.

“Does your family still come here every year?” You asked and leaned around him to see if any of them were standing near by.

“No, just me.” He answered. For the first time since seeing you, his gaze dropped. His cheeks darkened.

“You must really love this ratty old place, huh?” You joked and nudged his arm with your elbow.

“I guess.” He replied, still avoiding eye contact. “So how long are you here for?” He asked.

“The whole summer!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out wide as if that would show the physical manifestation of time. “I had about a decade of vacations days saved up, so I decided to take the whole summer. Everyone else is just here for a couple weeks.”

He nodded and glanced back up into your eyes. “So just you and your partner are here for the summer? Or do you have kids now?” He asked and dropped his gaze again.

You chuckled. Kind of a transparent attempt my guy. “No, no partner. No kids. Never found anyone willing to put up with me long enough.” You joked self deprecatingly. “You of all people know how much I can talk.” You grimaced at yourself.

“That was my favourite thing about you.” He replied quietly. He seemed nervous. You blushed again. “The way you spoke was mesmerizing.” He continued before, it seemed, he could stop himself.

A manic sounding giggle escaped your lips. “Wow, marry me?” You joked. It was his turn to laugh like a crazy person.

“So, uh,” you continued “how long are you here for?”

“Whole summer.” He answered and smiled up at you. “How solo were you hoping to spend your time?” He ran his hand down the back of his neck and rested it on his shoulder.

You laughed and placed your hand on his arm.

The first few days with Ollie were a little awkward. Not in an uncomfortable way, but in that you didn’t know eachother anymore. It had been a decade since you had spent time together, and while he talked a little more than he used to, it was still few and far in between.

You couldn’t tell if he found it awkward though. He never mentioned it. He just followed you around. He seemed content to just exist nearby you.

The first two weeks breezed by in a flurry of family, kids, games, and way too much food. At the end of it, you waved them goodbye and excitedly hurried back to the little cabin. This would be the first time you’d had it all to yourself.

You pulled the door shut behind you and basked in the quiet for a moment. You could always hear other campers outside. Kids shrieking, vehicles moving, multiple different music sources all floating on top of eachother. And inside was a sort of haven from it all.

You made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink when you found a plate full of cookies, uncovered and still warm on the counter. You were surprised, you hadn’t noticed anyone baking before they’d left? Weird.

You inspected a cookie. Sniffed it, licked it. You didn’t immediately explode, so you shrugged your shoulders to yourself and took a bite. It was a very good cookie. You grabbed a couple more and threw them in a baggie. You gathered some other things, and changed into your bathing suit.

The beach was a short 5 or so minute walk from your cabin, and you munched away at your cookie the whole way. It was a bit overcast, so the beach wasn’t as crowded as it usually was.

You claimed a spot near another family, so that you felt comfortable leaving your stuff alone if you swam, and laid your towel out. You pulled your slinky bathing suit cover over your head and dropped it next to your things.

It was still a bit early in the day to go into the water so you opted for sunbathing with the hopes you’d get all warm and toasty then cool off in the water. Soon you were face down on a towel, your head on your arms, dozing away. You were interrupted by a prolonged blocking of sun rays.

You craned your head up and struggled to make out who it was looming over you with the suns rays blinding you from behind them. You glanced down at their feet next to you and recognized pale green skin.

“You liked the cookies?” Ollies deep voice asked. You were about to say yes, when you processed the implications of him being the one to hand deliver, into your kitchen, without asking, the surprise treat you’d found. You sat up and tugged his hand so he wasn’t standing in front of the sun anymore and you could actually see him.

“Uh, yeah they were good. But, that means you were in my cabin?” You asked incredulously.

“Oh, sorry, was that inappropriate?” He asked, genuine concern seeming to lace his tone. “Sorry, I sometimes…” he trailed off. He looked anxious again. You chose to let him work through what he wanted to say. Words were hard for him, and you wanted him to feel safe sharing them with you. Even if right now you were kind of peeved with him. “Sometimes I don’t understand what’s.. ok, or whatever.” He finished.

“Well, I appreciate your apology. No, going into someone else’s space without their consent, isn’t ok.” You softened. He wasn’t trying to cross a boundary. And he had apologized immediately. “How did you get in anyway?” You queried, already moving on from the emotions.

“I, uh, it was unlocked.” He stuttered out. Your eyebrows knit together. You could have sworn it was locked. But you shrugged past the confusion quickly. How else would he have gotten in?

“Weird. Well, anyway, I do like the cookies, they are delicious and very sweet of you.” You placed your hand on his lower calf where you could reach in a comforting way. “Just next time please knock.” You winked and giggled.

He nodded emphatically.

You and Ollie spent the day at the beach. You realized later that you never actually asked him to join you, but you weren’t displeased that he did. Even after only two weeks, you were pretty used to having him around you again. It was just like when you were kids.

Well, almost. You couldn’t help but notice some of his gazing wasn’t quite as… wholesome as it had been when you were kids. But it didn’t bother you. He wasn’t lewd about it at all, and if you were being honest with yourself, you kind of enjoyed it. Also, you had to admit, you had done some gazing yourself.

He was huge. He was muscled. He was gorgeous, and didn’t seem to be aware of it. He was exquisitely shy around everyone but you. And on top of all that, he seemed to notice only you.

You had watched countless others throw themselves at him, just to be rejected one way or another. More often than not, it seemed he just genuinely didn’t realize he was being hit on. Sometimes he’d be forced into straight up turning someone down, but mostly he’d just give them a puzzled look, and walk away.

Today was no different. You were reaching for the sunscreen when a volleyball sprayed sand all over you. You yelped and sand filled your mouth. A very pretty woman jogged over.

“O-M-G! I am so sorry about that!” She said in one of the fakest voices you’d ever heard. She said it to Ollie, not you, even though he hadn’t been hit with the spray at all. Normally you would have said something sassy, but you were too busy spitting sand from your mouth.

Ollie didn’t respond to her, but he leaned over to grab the volleyball from where it had landed between you.

“I’m Selina!” She said, all bubbly. “I’ve seen you around, you should play with us some time!”

Ollie looked up at her, volleyball still in his hands. He glanced at you. He turned back to her and thrust the ball towards her. He held it tightly in one single hand. You couldn’t help but notice how large his hand was.

“You should be more careful.” He replied, emotionless.

She took the ball and giggled anxiously. “Oh, yeah of course, we totally will.” She smiled awkwardly at you. “So, do you want to come play now?” She shot her shot.

“No.” Ollie replied.

“Aw, come on. We don’t bite.” She joked and wiggled her finger at him.

Ollie glared at her now. His face no longer impassive but furious. It surprised you. He didn’t normally express much emotion visibly.

“First you spray sand all over my partner,” he started.

Partner?!

“Then you apologize to me, not even the one you sprayed.” He continued, his tone developing an edge. The girl raised the hand not holding the ball in front of her and took a hesitant step back.

“THEN you hit on me in front of them, and don’t take no for an answer?” He shook his head at her, his soft black curls bouncing with the movement. “I am so, painfully, not interested.” He finished.

The woman blushed deeper red at each of his words, before spinning on her heel and practically running away.

“That was kind of rude.” You said quietly. You could feel his annoyance rolling off of him.

“Did I say anything untrue?” He asked you. His words were demanding, but his tone was soft. He was always soft with you. He glared in the direction she had ran. 

“Well, not really.” You answered speculatively. “Mostly. Partner?” You asked and turned to look at him.

“Ah, yeah, sorry. I guess that wasn’t true.” He replied. He glanced up at you from the side, but didn’t turn to face you.

“Why did you say it then?” Your voice sounded small, but you felt bold for vocalizing the question pounding in your head.

He turned to look at you for a moment. A fire blazed in his eyes. He didn’t say anything for a long time. He just stared into your eyes. You found you couldn’t look away.

Finally, “Sorry, I guess I wanted more reason to defend you. I felt… more angry than made sense.” He turned to look back down in front of him. You mulled his words for a moment. That made sense. What you still wondered about was the feelings that made him ‘more angry than made sense’.

You reached out and lay a hand on his shoulder. He tensed for a moment, but then quickly relaxed into your touch. “Thank you for defending me.” You said quietly. A smile played at his lips. He glanced back at you for just a second.

“Oh, also I think that was the most words I’ve ever heard you say all in a row about the same topic.” You teased him.

Your hand still lay on his shoulder. A part of you recognized the moment was over, and it made sense to remove your hand. But you didn’t. His skin was warm and you could feel his muscles tense and move with him.

You were surprised by a sudden, intense desire to touch him everywhere.

“I like your bathing suit by the way.” He mumbled. You almost didn’t catch it. Your cheeks burned and you stared at him for a second too long. 

You snapped out of it and finally pulled your hand from his shoulder. You found yourself fidgeting with the ties that hung down the side of your string bikini. To be honest, you hadn’t expected to see him here, and this suit was one you normally reserved solely for private sun bathing as it was pretty skimpy. You were suddenly very aware of the soft rolls on your sides. The way your thighs pressed together. 

“Oh, really?” Your laugh had a slight edge. “My mom told me it’s not… flattering on my body.” You didn’t know why you told him that. It was embarrassing. Not only had your mother insulted you, but she’d body shamed you. And now you were telling the absolute hunk of a man sitting next to you looking like an Adonis? “But I like it, still.” You finished lamely. 

You looked up then to see Ollie staring at you. The fire in his eyes had returned. The same fire he’d had when you asked him why he’d called you his partner. “It’s very flattering. Your mother is a lovely woman, but clearly blind.” He spoke with an almost comedic level of seriousness. You fought the instinct to brush off the compliment. You didn’t want to. You wanted to believe him. 

You tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled to yourself. “Thank you.” Your voice was soft. 

After that day on the beach, Ollie became significantly more protective of you. More possessive. He was always around you. He brought you coffee and breakfast, he fixed little things around the cabin for you, he planned activities for you both to do.

You wouldn’t have thought him a hardcore hobby guy, but he took you rock climbing, and snorkelling. He took you to a local pottery studio, he brought you to the library in town. He always had you doing something.

It was starting to drive you crazy.

You had wanted to relax?! Not that you didn’t enjoy the activities, and his company, but it never stopped. You were on vacation. You had planned to lie on the beach for two months straight, eating, drinking, and probably smoking a lot of weed. Now here you were, sober, and painting in the woods.

You felt guilty. This was a beautiful activity, and you were genuinely enjoying it. But it just hadn’t been what you planned for. You would have loved a few things here and there, but not every day, all day long.

You decided to tell him that evening. The painting class ended, and you were actually pretty pleased with your work. It was a life painting of the little waterfall and pond the class had been set up next to. You weren’t anything special, but you were proud of it nonetheless.

Ollie jumped into his old, open jeep and carefully placed both of your paintings behind his seat. He leaned across the bench seat to offer you his hand. He pulled you up onto the bench like you weighed nothing. It’s something he must have done 100 times by now, but every single time, you blushed like a fool. Your core heated at the casual way he handled you. 

“You’re not heavy, you know.” Ollie broke the silence as you headed back to the camp.

“… what?” You asked, confused.

“You always look so worried after I help you into the car.” He glanced at you then back to the road. “You’re not heavy.” He stated matter of factly

You blushed again. He had no idea.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I’m worried about that.” You lied lamely. You’d always been bad at lying. You chewed on your lip.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Ok, so if that’s not it,” His voice was smooth and deep. He didn’t speak much. Even now. He mostly used basic gestures to communicate. But sometimes, when you were alone, he’d talk. You loved it. More than you probably should have. A warmth spread from the centre of you and radiated out. “what is it then?” He continued, pulling you out of your own thoughts.

“Uh, what is what then?” You replied, hoping he’d drop it if you pretended not to understand.

“Why do you blush so hard every time you get in my vehicle?” He asked. There was no getting around that one.

You sighed to yourself. Do you tell him? What the hell, you thought to yourself. What does it matter if he thinks you’re a horny slut? He’s just some guy you’re going to see for another month and a half, then never again. Who cares… right?

“I… gods this is embarrassing,” you started. You saw his one eyebrow raise. “It’s… ok… it’s hot as fuck, ok?” You forced out. You could feel how warm your cheeks were. This was worse than you thought it would be. You cared more than you liked.

“… what’s hot?” He asked slowly. You died a little. Of COURSE he was going to make you spell it out.

“Omg Ollie, I just… I’m not… small alright? So having a very attractive man casually lift me like it’s nothing?” You stared out the open window, unable or unwilling to look at him. “That’s really hot.”

He nodded slowly beside you. You could see in your peripheral that his cheeks had also darkened.

“Is it hot because any man is lifting you, or because I’m lifting you?” He finally asked.

Jesus Christ

“You know,” you started, your voice an octave too high. “I REALLY haven’t given it much thought.”

It was silent in the car for a long time.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore. “So…”

He didn’t look at you. His knuckles were white on the wheel.

“So what are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He replied, too quickly. Your heart fell. Here it was. Just like always.

You were quiet the rest of the drive. He dropped you off at your cabin. Normally he’d jump out and open your door for you. Not tonight. Had you really read him that wrong?

You shut the door behind you and turned around to speak. Before you could, he shifted the gear and drove slowly away.

You spent the evening alternating between disappointed, embarrassed and annoyed. It surprised you how hard it was to keep your mind off of it. Normally rejection rolled off of you. You were pretty used to it, unfortunately. Dating while fat was… something else.

But this was different somehow. You cared this time. It hit you like a truck when you realized it. For the first time, in a very long time, you cared.

You hated it. You hated giving someone that power. Being vulnerable wasn’t something you did well.

You had spent your entire life being “too much”. You were too big, both in personality and body. You were too loud, you had too many emotions, and thoughts. You talked too much. And people were not scared to tell you. You couldn’t even count the times and ways people had defined you as “too much”. The blatant words, the subtle actions, the micro aggressions. That was your life.

But not him. He had told you his favourite thing about you was how much you talked. Which, honestly, felt fake, but it was hard not to believe his genuine eyes. He had done so many things to make you think he…

You instinctively shut down that train of thought. You shouldn’t get your hopes up. He’s made it clear you read things wrong.

The next day came slowly. It was raining. You rolled over in bed, not eager to start the day. You debated going back to sleep, when you heard dishes clinking.

You shot up, fear ripping through your chest. Had you imagined that? No. You heard it again.

A chill settled in your bones as you carefully, silently, crawled out of bed. You wore a skimpy tank top that barely covered you. It was low cut, you never wore a binder/bra, you didn’t need to, you had been blessed with only tiny handfuls for tits, and it rested under your waist showing your lower stomach. The booty shorts you wore didn’t make things any better. They were practically underwear. You debated trying to throw more clothes on, but knew the closet doors creaked.

The little cabin was small, but the bedrooms were on one side, and the kitchen on the complete opposite. You made your way towards it, picking up a badminton racket on the way. It had been discarded in the hallway after another one of your activities with Ollie.

You raised the racket above your shoulder and took a deep breath to steel yourself. This was it. You slowly stepped around the corner. Your mind filled with murderers and villains.

The tall, pale green half orc that was bent over the stove with his back to you was not what you were expecting. You practically sobbed with relief.

“Ollie?!” You demanded, your voice cracking and sounding a lot more desperate than you’d like. He turned slightly, but didn’t look away from whatever he was doing.

“Good morning!” He said cheerily. “Sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to make you breakfast to make up for yesterday.” He continued. You noticed now milk and eggs on the counter. The smell of food wafted towards you.

You didn’t say anything. Your brain was struggling to compute. You had like 7 questions. How had he got in? Why did he do this? Why did he think it was ok? But most importantly, what does he mean ‘make up for yesterday’?!

Just as you realized you’d been standing there, slackjawed, not answering, for far too long, he turned. As soon as he saw you, he froze. His cheeks went dark green and the flipper he was holding clattered to the ground. You were confused for about .02 whole seconds before you remembered you were almost naked.

“Uh, I’ll be right back.” You blurted out and raced back to your room. You threw the door shut and leaned against it. What the hell was he doing here? In your cabin! While you were asleep!

Your mind raced as you threw a loose tee over the tank, and a pair of thin sweats on. You made your way back to the kitchen.

“Ollie, I think we need to talk about boundaries-” you started. You stopped when you noticed the front door was open. You looked from the door to the kitchen. He was gone. A thin plume of smoke started on the stove. Something was burning.

A quick toss of the pan into the sink dealt with that. You turned off the burner and leaned on the counter in bafflement.

No, fuck that! He doesn’t get to just run away from this!

You ran after him.

You stormed down the little path, through the camp, and straight to Ollies cabin. You always thought his cabin looked less like a vacation home, and more like a regular home.

Three raps rung out as you knocked on the front door.

No answer.

You were like 90% sure he had gone home.

“Ollie, I know you’re in there. We need to talk.” You called. It was silent for a long moment. You almost began second guessing yourself.

“I… I can’t.” Came softly from inside.

Can’t?! CAN’T?!

“Like HELL you can’t!” You shouted through the door. You cringed slightly when you ended up being louder than you’d meant. A couple walking by stared at you. You raised your hand and smiled unconvincingly.

“Ollie,” you continued, a bit quieter. “You just broke into my cabin while I was sleeping. We are talking about this, right now.” You gritted your teeth. “Open. The. Door.” You left no room for discussion.

A long moment passed with no reply. You fidgeted. Just when you had started to consider squeezing your ass through a window, his voice came through the door.

“It’s open.” He answered.

Oh.

You turned the handle and pushed the door open. He sat, in the afternoon light filtering through the window, on his couch, head hung so you couldn’t see his face, with a large pillow gripped in front of him.

He looked sad. You hadn’t expected sad. You don’t know what you’d expected, but not sad. You steeled your resolve.

“Ok, this has gone too far.” You started. “You’re a great guy, but you don’t seem to understand boundaries, so I’m going to lay them out, clear as day, and if you cross them again, that’s going to be it, Ollie.” You finished and crossed your arms. He looked up through his curls. He looked like he was in agony. You instinctively took a step back, surprised by his intense reaction.

You shook your head, trying not to let those puppy dog eyes break you down. “How do you keep getting into my cabin?” You demanded. “And don’t give me some shit about it being unlocked. I know it was locked last night.”

He looked up, further. His eyes scanned your face. He seemed to be debating if he wanted to answer. You waited.

Finally “I… have a key.” He said, guilt lacing his words.

“A KEY?!” You practically shouted. “Where the hell did you get a key?!”

He groaned and leaned back on the couch. He ran his hand across his face. “I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open. “What does that mean?” You said slowly, dangerously.

“I, I bought the campground a few years ago.”

“You own the ENTIRE campground?!” You demanded. Your voice had started to enter dog whistle pitches.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He buried his face in his hands. The large pillow was squished and stuck out at weird angles.

“You never came back.” He said quietly. The dam broke. “One day, you just never came back. 4 years went by and I did everything I could to find you. No one had information, no one knew how to contact you or your family. I kept coming back every year, desperate to see you again, to hear you again. But you were never here.”

He glanced up at you. You felt numb. His eyes were filled with sorrow.

“4 years after you last came they were going to shut it down. It hadn’t been doing as great and the owners were old. They told us it would be the last year. I had some money from my grandparents inheritance, and…” he shook his head at himself.

“I couldn’t let the only connection I had to you disappear. Even if you never came back, all those places we had spent time in, the feelings I had for you, here I got to live in them. I felt you everywhere. Every little memory.”

His cheeks were a deep dark green, but he seemed unable to stop the flow of words from his mouth for the first time in your entire lives.

“I made a lot of changes, put a ton of work in, and the campground is doing great now. This is my life here. I don’t run the day to day anymore, but I live here, I maintain it.”

He looked back down at the ground. “And you finally came back.”

You stood there, stunned. Long moments of uneasy silence passed between you.

“Ollie this…” you didn’t even know what to say. Panic started to rise in your throat. “This is too mu-” you heard yourself start to say it. The words you’d heard your entire life. Too much.

“I need to go.” You blurted out and turned to leave. A noise came from behind you.

Ollie grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him. He pushed you against the door, your back to it. He held you there with his hands against the door next to your head. His huge arms framed your face and he bent down to look at you. His face was so close.

“Please, don’t go, just listen, I-” he stuttered. Desperation filled his eyes. Frustration filled yours.

“No!” You shouted. “You don’t get to stop me. You don’t get anything!” You poked his chest, jabbing your finger accusingly. “You don’t get to reject me then tell me you’re obsessed with me!” You spat, the words cruel. You didn’t care. Your nerves were frayed. You didn’t know how to handle yourself after his confession. His obsession.

Confusion pulled his eyebrows together. “Reject you…?” He asked. You blushed. You hadn’t meant to bring that up. But apparently even now, your stupid little monkey brain could only think about that.

“Yesterday.” He still didn’t understand. “And today.” He grimaced but still seemed not to understand. You rolled your eyes and ran your hand through your hair. “You’re so dense sometimes.” You muttered.

“Yesterday, I told you… that I thought you were hot, and how turned on I was, ok? And then you just ran away.” You couldn’t look up at him not with his face so close. Not with his eyes boring into yours. Not with his lips just inches away. “And then today, you see me in skimpy clothes and run away again.” You couldn’t believe you were about to say it. “Like, I get if I’m not your type, but… I guess I just thought you felt differently ok?” You looked up into his eyes for one second before looking back down. The desperation hadn’t gone away, but it looked hungrier than before.

“This doesn’t even matter, I shouldn’t be talking about this right now.” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed softly. He didn’t move. “I need to process what you just told me, and I’m not thinking right.”

“I didn’t run away because I wasn’t into you.” He said. His voice was surprisingly hoarse. Gravel had filled his throat. You looked up in surprise. His cheeks had a new kind of heat to them. Hunger filled his eyes. But there was also fear. You could see how unsure he was.

“I ran away, both times, because I was about one second away from throwing you to the ground and fucking you.” Your breath caught. Your eyebrows pulled together slightly. You shouldn’t be so happy to hear that, you thought. He’s crazy. He’s obsessed with you. Like actually.

But he’d never hurt you.

A small voice in the back of your mind said.

“I love you.” He held your eyes. His gaze softened slightly. The hunger didn’t go though. Neither did the fear. “I always have. I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life. You’re funny, witty, gorgeous, and a bit of a dumbass.” He smirked. “I would do anything for you.” You believed him. “Just give me a chance to show you.”

He moved one hand from beside your head to rest it on your waist. He pulled himself into you. His hard chest pressed against yours, the solid door against your back. You couldn’t breathe.

You felt hot. You felt like you were standing on a knife’s blade. Fall into him, into this crazy, terrifying fantasy, or fall back into reality. What if you could make fantasy a reality? Did you even want that? Some rational part of you screamed. He had been in your home while you slept. He bought an entire huge business because he might get to see you again. He was obsessed with you. He was dangerous. How many times had he let himself in while you slept? What could he have done?

You felt yourself shaking your head before you’d decided to. You pushed your hand on his chest again. “Ollie, I need some space. I need to think.” You said.

“Please,” he begged. “Please just let me show you how well I can take care of you. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” Some part of you wanted that to be true. Wanted him to be true. But could you handle the obsession? What if it went deeper, darker.

You shook your head again and he let out an exasperated groan. “You’re not giving me a chance.” He complained. And edge of mania had started to show in his voice and expressions. “I need to show you. If you just let me show you, then it will all be ok.” He spoke fast and low. You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, then the hem of the tank top underneath.

“Ollie-” you warned.

“No, no, just, you don’t understand.” He cut you off. He leaned down and kissed your neck. You froze. “I’ve been waiting years for you. You think now that I’ve finally got you back, I’m going to let you go?” Darkness seeped at the edges of your vision as fear took hold. “That moment a month ago changed my life, and I’ve spent every second since learning about you.”

His hand on your waist tucked under your tank, and he placed it against your ribs. His hand was huge. Almost comically so. And it rested just inches from your chest. No fabric separating you any longer. All he had to do was move up.

His other hand came down to hold the back of your neck. He pressed you even harder against the door. His breath was ragged as he kissed up and down your neck and shoulder in between words.

“I know what you like. I know how you like it. I’ve watched you.” A sob wracked through your chest at that. The first time you’d reacted outwardly since he started kissing you.

“You’re so lonely. I’ve heard you cry in your bed at night. I’ve heard you beg to be loved. That’s what I want to do, baby.” He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes. “Let me love you.”

“Let me love you.” Ollies plea rang through your head. He was so close. Too close.

“Let me make you feel good, love.” He said. He pushed his knee between your legs, parting them. You gasped and wiggled but he held you firm between his hand on your waist and his arm bracing the door by your head.

You didn’t know what to do. You could scream. Somehow that felt like the wrong thing to do. You knew you weren’t thinking straight. You could feel your cunt throb against his leg.

“I want to show you how well I know you.” He nuzzled into your neck, nipping at your soft flesh. You couldn’t help the half sob, half moan that ripped from your chest. “I want to show you how well I can take care of you.” He pleaded with you. He raised his knee and ground into your clit through your clothes. You moaned and tried pushing him away. He didn’t budge.

“Please, Ollie, don’t-” you tried to beg him to let you go. Just as you started talking he reached up under your shirts and rolled his thumb over your nipple. You choked on your words.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” He whispered into your neck. “But I thought you’d never look at me that way. Until yesterday.” He squeezed the nipple he was rolling. Your back arched instinctively and you pushed yourself into his body. He groaned.

“Everything about you is so expressive.” He practically growled. The words flowed like they’d never been stopped up before. “I used to imagine you were singing. The melody of your voice. I would play beautiful instruments in my mind worthy of keeping up with you.”

He ran his lips up your neck to your jawline. You felt him tremble slightly. He didn’t kiss you there. He just lingered. “I wished a thousand times I could talk to you. That I could open my mouth and words even half as clever as yours could fall out.”

He pulled back and looked you in the eyes. You were still pressed against him, your pussy was resting, and throbbing on his leg. His thumb rolled your nipple slowly while he spoke.

“But you didn’t force me to talk. You were ok to let me be silent. I never got to thank you for that.” You saw a pain flash through his eyes. He didn’t break eye contact and you found yourself unable to. You were surprised when your own heart throbbed at his pain. “You were… are the only person in my entire life to accept me as I am, no expectations.”

He kissed you. It was soft, warm, but just like everything else, desperate. You didn’t move for a moment. You didn’t know what to do. He kissed you harder, and you felt his anxiety rise. The panic that you weren’t going to kiss him back. You felt how badly he wanted you to kiss him back.

And then you realized, you wanted to. You wanted to kiss him. Not like this, but you did. Some where along the lines, you’d developed feelings for this huge, stupid hot, and completely crazy man. You knew it was dangerous. The fear chilled you. But the desire warmed you right back up.

Suddenly you were kissing him back. Your hands were in his hair, on his neck, his shoulders. He leaned in even further, crushing you against his chest. His other hand came down to your neck and gripped you tightly. The hand on your chest explored further, touching all of you. Just as quickly as it started, it became overwhelming.

“Ollie, stop, not like this.” You said in between kisses. You tried pushing him back again. He growled again, but this time it was frustrated, feral.

“Stop pushing me away.” His words were heavy with warning. “You want this, me. I know you do. Just let me show you how good i can be. How i can make you feel.” He spun you around faster than you could react. He pressed you against the door, his hard cock pressing into your lower back. He twisted one of your arms behind your back and held you there. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you wont give me a chance.” His other hand snaked back under your shirt and pinched your nippled, hard. You gasped. “I know you’ll love it, eventually.”

Tears started to spill from your eyes silently. You didn’t fight back. You knew there was no point. He was so much bigger and stronger than you. It was more than just that though. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to. If he was telling the truth, he knew exactly what kind of things you liked. You knew how wet your pussy was already. Being taken against your will was probably your number one fantasy.

BUT IT IS JUST A FANTASY

You shouted inside your mind. You should be screaming. Fighting, kicking, anything! And yet, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, all you could do was think about how hot that was. He threw you around like you weighed nothing. And he wanted you, so badly. You had never been desired like this before. Not to these extremes.

He threw you down on his huge, orc sized bed. It was reinforced with a thick wood frame. You instinctively curled into the fetal position. The tears hadn’t stopped, even if you didn’t really feel that sad. You were in a strange state of disconnection. On one hand you logically understood how wrong this all was. How dangerous this was. What he was about to do to you. But emotionally, you couldn’t care less. You were dripping wet, and the way he felt about you gave you butterflies. The way he talked about you and his feelings for you, made you feel valuable. It wasn’t something you had experienced much in your life. What he had said about you being the only one to accept him, rang in your mind. Was he that for you? Could you accept what he was about to do to you because he was the only person you had never been too much for?

You could give him permission, you thought. Then at least it wouldn’t be r*pe. But a part of you knew no matter what happened, it still would be. And another, quieter, more insidious part knew you’d rather it be forced. To finally fulfill that deepest darkest fantasy.

Ollie stood over your curled body on his bed. “You’re so beautiful.” He muttered. He didn’t seem to be speaking to you, but about you. It made you blush regardless. What was wrong with you? He bent down and tried to pry your limbs apart. You held to yourself tightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want to, but you need to listen to me.” The warning had returned to his words. You didn’t relax your position, but when he tried again to move your body, you allowed it this time. “Good pet.” He purred, satisfaction lacing his voice. Your cunt throbbed at his words. He slowly raised you up to a sitting position.

“Take off your shirt, love.” He said softly, but with intent. You found yourself staring into his eyes while you crossed your arms across your chest to reach for the hem on either side. You paused. He nodded once, and you slowly pulled both shirts up and over your head. His breath caught as your chest was revealed. You were surprised to find he hadn’t stoped looking into your eyes, and after the shirt was past your face, your gazes caught again. You blushed and squirmed under his intense eye contact. Instinctively, you lifted your arms to cover your chest. He raised one eyebrow in a disapproving way and you froze. He reached out and gripped both of your forearms.

“If you can’t keep your arms down, I’m going to have to restrain them. This is your only warning.” You lowered them and he smiled. Your heart thudded in your chest, his approval suddenly the most important thing. Where had that shy boy gone? Where did this confident, dominant man taken over? He moved forward, kneeling with one knee in between your legs. He pushed you gently until you were lying on your back on the bed.

Ollie lifted one of your legs, and started tugging at the hem of your sweats. it suddenly became too much again and you bolted back up. Your hands gripped his on the cuff of your pants. “Wait,” you panicked.

Ollie sighed. “I warned you.” You didn’t understand for a moment, until he reached by the beds headboard and pulled an already attached silk tie out. One end was tied to the frame. An alarm went off in your head that you silenced immediately upon realising he’d prepared for some eventuality of tying you up. He quickly grabbed your right hand and started tying it tightly to the headboard. Now the panic really set in. It was too real. You started crying in earnest, blabbering and begging. You weren’t coherent. Even you didn’t know what you were saying.

It was too late.

With one hand tied, he snatched the other and repeated. You pulled and wiggled, but he clearly knew what he was doing. The ties were soft, and not tight enough to hurt, but the knots themselves were solid. He returned to slowly removing your pants.

“Please Ollie, it’s not too late, you can stop still.” You pleaded. You honestly didn’t know if you meant it or not.

“Baby, you know I can’t stop.” He replied in a patronizing voice. “I need you, don’t you understand that?” He pulled the sweatpants fully off, and you were left in only your little shorts that were basically underwear. The cold air answered the reality you had been dreading. You were soaked. Your shorts definitely had a wet spot. And if you somehow hadn’t been sure already, the look of pure, animalistic satisfaction that spread over Ollies face, solidified it.

“I knew you’d like it.” He said smugly. “I told you, i know what you like.” He leaned forward, knee in between your legs again. He brought his face next you yours and whispered in your ear. ‘I know you’re a desperate slut, just begging to be fucked into oblivion.” He placed his huge palm against your clothed cunt. The heat was tangible. “Luckily for you, I’m happy to oblige.” He teased. His voice cavalier and excited. It was like he couldn’t understand how far past ok he had gone. He raised his hand from your cunt and brought it back down in a swift, hard smack. You cried out, not able to stifle yourself. It devolved into a long drawn out moan. “You can’t lie to me, beautiful.”

He turned and kissed you, hard, frantically. His hands roamed over your body. He ground his knee up into your clit again. Your breath hitched as you tried desperately not to moan again. He pulled himself away and looked down at your still clothed pussy. He looked mesmerized.

Ollie slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged down. You pushed your ass into the bed, trying to keep the shorts from pulling down. He glanced up at you, a look of impatience on his face. “Lift.” He demanded. You relented. The shorts peeled from your skin, highlighting just how wet you were. You squirmed in embarrassment both from the exposure and the fact you were dripping. He folded the shorts and tucked them into his pants pocket. You didn’t miss that he had tossed all of your other clothes.

He leaned forward, hand reaching for you, but you started wiggling violently, trying to close your legs. “Wait, wait, Ollie, no you need-” He stopped and smacked your inner thigh, hard. You cried out, the tears redoubling. You pulled at your restraints and tried to push your legs from their positions on either side of him. He held them down.

“Do you need me to tie your legs up too?” He said condescendingly. You cried, not answering. “Hmm? And maybe a gag too?” He started leaning back, reaching for something behind him.

“No no no no, Ollie, that’s not what i mean, stop, just listen to me a second.” You begged. You sighed with relief when he paused and looked back at you.

“It’s just...” You started, then suddenly felt shy. He waited. “It’s just, you can’t touch me… yet.” He cocked his head, clearly perplexed. You wished you could hide your face. “You can’t.. I can’t…” He held your eyes, not giving you an out. “I can’t be the only one naked.” You spat out finally.

You don’t think you could ever describe the look that crossed his face then. You understood you were basically giving him permission now. And you were no longer fighting it in any way but for show. He had you, and he knew it. Thankfully, he didn’t rub it in your face.

Ollie leaned back up, until he was resting on his own legs, bent and still in between your open thighs. He smirked as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. You’d see him shirtless many times. It was a campground with a beach after all. But this time, with the settings, the circumstances, it was much more intense. The daylight filtered in through a window, and no other lights were on. Thin curtains stopped anyone from seeing inside, but did little for the light. He was muscular and toned, the light rays almost illuminating him. He was beautiful, and not overly ripped, but clearly did a lot of physical work.

The green of his skin was slightly paler than on his arms, but was replaced with a surprising amount of freckles. You hadn’t really noticed them before, but now that he was so close and you were hyper aware of everything, you saw how his skin was covered with tiny, barely visible freckles.

He started undoing the buttons on his pants. His cock was visibly hard through them. Your breath caught. You squirmed at the idea of being utterly taken by him. He hooked his thumbs under the hem of both his pants and boxers. He leaned up as if to pull them down, but stopped and raised and eyebrow.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice leaving no room for defiance.

“Wh… what?” You asked.

“What do you want?” He asked again, enunciating each word.

“I…” you couldn’t believe he was making you say it. “I want you to take off your clothes.” You said, finally. “Please.”

He sighed hearing that, and continued pulling them down. His hard dick sprang out and it was huge just like everything else about him. You were halfway between excited and terrified. You didn’t think it would fit.

“Don’t worry love” he said, reading your expression. “We will get you nice and ready first.” He leaned over your body, his chest pressing onto yours. His dick rested against your thigh. He leaned in to your ear and whispered “and I’m not going to fuck you until you ask me to.”

He sunk two fingers deep into your cunt with no warning.

You cried out and arched your back. His fingers alone were probably thicker than any cock you’d taken. His eyes were glued on your face. 

“I love you so much. I’ve been in love with you my entire life. I tried dating other people, I tried letting them in, but I couldn’t. I always compared them to you.” He spoke softly as he fucked his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. 

“I never felt safe enough to open up, and then there you were. Finally back. At first I was scared you wouldn’t recognize me. But you did. Then I was scared you wouldn’t like me, but you did. It was just like we were kids again. I almost kissed you that day.” You tried focusing on his words while he lazily thrusted into you. He was clearly not trying to make you cum. Just rile you up. You squirmed under his touch and words. It felt strange and alien to have someone want you so much. 

“I spent years telling myself if I ever saw you again, I’d talk. I’d tell you everything. About myself, about my feelings. But then I saw you, and I was a kid again. A dumb kid with a crush and no ability to do anything about it.” He kissed your neck and chest while he spoke. You felt worshipped. “It didn’t make it any easier that you’re just ridiculously attractive.” You gripped the ties holding your wrists. The fear was bleeding out of you with every word. 

His tone shifted. “I know I fucked up, I know I’m not… not a good person, I’m so sorry.” He sounded genuine. A pain you didn’t expect, while he was fingering you no less, laced his tone. You believed him, despite his apparent unwillingness to stop. 

“Ollie,” you said breathlessly. He paused his kissing and looked up at you. “We,” you moaned between your words. “We can talk about that shit later, ok?” You found yourself smiling at his dumb face. 

It was that moment you realised you might be just as crazy as he was. You wanted him to fuck you. It didn’t matter to you that a few moments ago you were crying and begging him to stop. You wanted him. You were pretty sure it wasn’t just because you were desperately writhing on his fingers. Pretty sure. 

He smiled back and slowed his movements until he stopped altogether. He didn’t say anything and just looked down at you, smiling like a fool. You whimpered and ground yourself against his fingers. He groaned in response. 

“I can’t believe you thought I wasn’t into you.” He teased. 

“I can’t believe a lot of things, ok? I’m a self conscious idiot, and you might be a crazy stalker, I haven’t decided yet.” He chuckled and thrusted his fingers deep into you, once. You moaned loudly. 

“Please.” You said, almost by accident. A dark, hungry look covered his face. 

“Please what, beautiful?” His voice had lost all joviality. He was dead serious now. The words he’d been waiting his entire life for, were so close. 

You squirmed on his fingers. He stayed still, staring into your eyes. “Ollie…” you trailed off. You looked away from him. You knew he was going to make you say it, but you really didn’t want him to. You felt embarrassed begging for him. 

“Please say it.” He asked quietly. You were surprised by the sudden vulnerability in his voice. Your eyes dragged back to his and you could easily see the precipice he sat on. A similar one you teetered on earlier. One simple sentence and you both could have everything. Fall into the reality of what he’d done, into the messy, scary world of pushing everything good away to hold a place for the bad he’d done and the way he’d hurt you. And he had hurt you. Or, you could both plunge into the fantasy, the dream, the feelings you’d longed for your whole lives. To belong. To be loved. To be accepted as you were. 

You took a steadying breath. You could see he was trying to not react yet, but the fear and worry in his brow was unmistakable. “Ollie, what you did wasn’t ok. And how you handled this wasn’t right. I honestly don’t know how to forgive you.” 

His face fell. He didn’t look upset with you. 

“But,” his breath caught as you continued. “I’d like to try.” You smiled softly at him. Your heart throbbed as he hesitantly smiled back at you. 

“Please, for the love of gods, please fuck me.” You spoke with conviction. 

He didn’t waste time. In seconds his huge fingers were replaced with his huge cock. He teased your entrance, coating his dick in your wetness. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t desperate any longer. It was passionate and hungry and eager. 

He slid the tip of his cock into you and you groaned at the stretch. “Fuck you’re tight.” He practically breathed into your ear. 

“You’re so big.” You whined out. 

“I know you can take me, baby.” He peppered your face with kisses while he pushed further. His breath hitched as he claimed another inch. He was moving painstakingly slow. You knew he was doing it for you, to not hurt you any further, but he was also driving you crazy. Every bit he sunk into you, you were desperate for more. You wanted to be absolutely filled but him, to be taken and owned. You wanted his powerful body ramming into yours. 

You squirmed and tried pushing back against his cock. Ollie raised an eyebrow. “Please…” you trailed off. 

“Are you ready?” He asked, incredulous. You nodded and chewed on your lip. You gazed up at him above you. His eyes were heavy lidded and his face was flushed. He was so beautiful. He smiled down at you and gently cupped your cheek. 

And then he was inside you. He thrust the rest of the way, in one, hard push. You screamed, fear at being heard forgotten. He chuckled and covered your mouth with his hand. It dwarfed your face. He held your jaw while he pulled out and sunk back in. 

He set a brutal pace, pounding into you. The extreme stretch started feeling more comfortable and your screams turned to moans behind his hand. Ollie pressed his fingers against your lips and you opened your mouth. Two thick fingers played with your tongue. He worked them deep to the back of your throat. He held them there, slightly gagging you on them. He smirked. 

“Say it again.” His tone teasing but his eyes serious. 

“Say wha-at” you sputtered out between thrusts and his fingers. His smirk twisted the other way and he frowned slightly. His pace slowed and after a couple more thrusts, he stopped moving. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “Why…” you panted. 

“Ask me to fuck you.” His eyes lit up at the prospect. 

“You just were, why did you stop?” You complained and ground your hips into his. He snapped his hands tight to your waist and held you in place. “Ollie…” you whined. You gave him the best doe eyes you could. 

“I told you what I want.” His voice was stern but you could read his amusement. He liked seeing you desperate for him. 

“Why do you keep making me say embarrassing things?!” You demanded. You tried moving on his still deep cock once more and his grip tightened to a painful extent. You’d have bruises for sure. 

“Keep saying them.” He leaned forward to suck on your neck. You gasped as he worked a dark hickey into your skin. You whined without words, desperately trying to instigate his movement again. He held you tight, moving down your neck to your chest, leaving a line of deepening bruises in his wake. 

You realised he wasn’t going to let you out of saying it before you finally actually started talking. You tried putting it off as long as possible but he wasn’t wrong when he said he knew how to make you feel good. You were getting past desperate and moving to unashamed and wanton. 

Finally, “Please Ollie, please fuck me.” He grinned against your skin. You didn’t stop. A string of only semi coherent pleas spilled from your lips. “I want to feel you cum in me, I want to feel you wreck me.” Some part of you still held onto that embarrassment, but mostly you didn’t care anymore. And Ollie loved it. The most beautiful sounds in the worlds were of you begging for him. 

He snapped his hips back into motion and your pleas shifted to half moaned words and expletives. You had been brought close and denied, your pleasure slowly building but never releasing, and whether he meant to or not, he had you at the brink in moments. 

Your orgasm ripped through you with almost no warning. You cried out his name and gripped his back, nails digging in like claws. Your passion threw him over the edge as well and he trapped your lips in a rough kiss as you felt his hot cum flood your insides. You felt more full than you even thought possible. 

You rode out your orgasms locked tightly together, his hips stuttering as the last few ropes filled your already full cunt. Everything that had happened, the emotions, the hormones, wiped your mind right out, and before he had even pulled out, you were dozing in Ollie's arms underneath him. 

**********

You woke, apparently hours later, since no light came through the windows. The room was dim, but the door was open and light spilled through from somewhere else. You were wrapped in Ollies massive bed, several blankets layered on and around you, pillows framing your body. It was like a cozy nest and you snuggled in deeper. 

The smell of food wafted in from the rest of the home and you thought you heard low humming. You couldn’t help grinning to yourself. You had a hot, huge half orc making you food after railing you? Yeah, you could get used to that. 

You heard soft steps coming towards the room and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to stay in this moment for a little bit longer. You heard Ollie pause at the door. He stood there for a few moments, not saying anything. Did he know you were awake?

You opened one eye just the barest amount, just so you could see. You hoped it wasn’t obvious. You told yourself it was dark in the room. You could see Ollie’s form, arms crossed over his broad chest. He leaned against the doorframe, face split with a wide smile. You still couldn’t tell if he knew you were awake. 

He stood like that for longer than you’d expected. Long enough that your pretend sleeping became real. You drifted in and out, hovering right between awake and asleep. 

You surfaced as you felt Ollie’s lips gently press into your forehead. You nuzzled against his face, and his breath caught. Ollie’s fingers danced along your jaw as you slipped back under. 

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I can only be me when i'm by your side - i'm not a monster.

As time passes recovering, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

cw: fluff, smut, angst, petnames, virgin!reader, sweet girl!jihyo, popular but not so popular!jihyo, basketball player!jihyo, both are 18 but they are students, mentions of death, drunk confessions, they fall in love pretty fast, lwk rushed, lmk if there is more ^_^, ~ 4k words

if you're thinking "hm! i read this fic somewhere... yes! its my heeseung fic from my bg blog @adorwoo ! which i wanted to use for jihyo !^_^ hope you enjoy anyway.

men dni.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your...

Is it really?

The rain beats down on your black umbrella, the lines from Dahyun's letter playing over and over in your head. It feels like you're trapped in a vicious cycle, not being able to think of anything else.

But why?

Why didn't she tell you?

Were all those conversations about the mutual trust between you two a lie? Was it just talk to keep you from worrying?

If someone had told you a week ago that you had to be at her funeral because she had killed herself, you would have laughed at that person. Dahyun was always the happiest person you've ever met.

Even if you had been told that a day ago, you wouldn't have believed it. Because in theory, it's the stupidest thing you've ever heard.

In his letter, she wrote about how much she loved you, how she enjoyed every minute and every moment with you, how it's not your fault that she's not here anymore.

She's probably right, not just probably. She's right, and you know it. But you can't stop blaming yourself. Someone has to take the blame. Someone is responsible.

You could have helped her.

You should have helped her.

Tears run down your cheeks as you stare at her grave. Her family, her friends, they are all gone. You stand here alone, not daring to leave.

'Kim Dahyun

Born on may 28, 1998.

A friend, daughter and lover.

She will continue to live in our souls.'

It feels like your eyes are glued to the writing, you can't look away. You try to regulate your breathing, taking a deep breath.

A sigh leaves your mouth as you place the white rose next to the gravestone.

You take one last look at her grave before turning and slowly walking away.

-

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all."

You look at the students in front of you, all of them giving you strange looks. Of course, you are a new student, but you feel uncomfortable under their gaze. The teacher smiles at you and tells you where to sit, next to a girl called Mina.

It's as if everyone has forgotten about you again as the teacher starts teaching. You sit down next to Mina and she smiles at you.

"Nice to meet you," she whispers. You smile at her.

You can't talk to her for long because she starts taking notes for the lesson. You look around at the faces of the others. It actually looks like a normal class, but your eyes land on a girl.

She looks shorter than you, her hair is brown as well as her eyes. She's wearing a white t-shirt.

"Have you laid your eye on someone?" asks Mina, laughing a little.

"No!" you answer, a little too loudly, and you put your head on the table as a few people look at you. "I was just looking at her," you whisper.

"Yeah yeah... that's what they all say" she says.

You slowly lose yourself in your thoughts as memories of Dahyun come flooding back.

Should you even look at other girls? Is it bad?

Would Dahyun hate you for trying to find love again?

It's been more than two months since she died, but you can't stop thinking about her.

Maybe it's normal, your behavior. Your overthinking of everything, maybe you're not the only person who feels this way? Maybe there is someone else who is just as lost in their thoughts as you are.

Maybe you are simply not alone.

However, your thoughts are interrupted by the bell and Mina.

"I can show you a few things here at school if you want," she suggests, and you gratefully accept her help.

You spend the whole lunch break running after her while she shows you around.

"Why did you change schools anyway? Your old one is a pretty well-known one, and much better than here," she asks, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

The question makes you wonder, and you think about whether you should just lie to her and say that you moved, or that you were somehow bullied at your school - but somehow it feels wrong. Because you neither moved nor were you bullied. No, everything was actually fine.

Actually,

Somehow everything changed after her death.

Your classmates started looking at you funny, and you still don't know whether they are looks of pity or looks of condemnation because they blame you.

"I don't know" is your answer, and somehow it's true. Sometimes you really have no idea why you changed schools, but Mina doesn't need to know the whole truth.

She just nods in response as she continues to eat.

"The girl you were looking at in English, her name is Jihyo by the way" she says.

What?

"Why are you telling me this?" you ask.

"Because you were staring at her a lot - you looked really interested in her" she replies with a little grin.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I wasn't staring at her..." you laugh a little, but can't hide your despair. Why does she think you're interested in her?

-

"Watch out!" someone shouts, but before you can react, a basketball hits you.

You fall to the floor, your head hurts and you feel slightly dizzy as you slowly open your eyes.

The girl from your English class is kneeling on the floor in front of you, looking at you, trying to see if you're okay.

It's like a cliché high school movie.

"Are you okay?" she asks, a couple of other girls come over, but she just tells them to get something to cool off and shoos them away.

The things that can happen when you want to visit the gym...

You nod slowly, after a few blinks your vision is no longer blurry.

Another girl comes back and hands Jihyo a cold pack.

"Here, take this," she says and puts it in your hand, her hand on your shoulder to support you.

You hold it to your head, biting the inside of your cheek slightly from the cold.

Before she can say anything else, she is called by his coach, at the same moment Mina comes to you.

"I was looking for you," she says and helps you up.

You watch Jihyo jogging across the field before you leave the gym.

-

New week, new luck?

Every day you tried desperately to talk to Jihyo somehow, but suddenly she was always gone after class and you were never put in a group together.

But it looks like luck is on your side for once.

"Here's the list of groups, you have to give a presentation in pairs on a play of your choice," your English teacher announces.

You look at the picture projected on the wall.

Chaeyoung and Mina,

Sana and Miyeon,

Jihyo and Y/n,

Jeongyeon and...

Wait, what?

You read the list again and once more you see your name and Jihyo's name next to each other.

"Jihyo and Y/n," you say quietly.

"Are you happy?" Mina asks teasingly with a grin on her lips.

"Are you happy that you have to work with Chaeyoung?" you ask back - Mina doesn't answer.

Before your teacher can give you any more homework for the break, the school bell rings and everyone rushes out of the classroom.

You walk (or rather, run) to Jihyo who is packing her things away.

"Hey, I was wondering when we should meet," you say, and she looks up at you and smiles. You feel your cheeks turning red.

She puts on his backpack and stands up.

"How about Friday afternoon? My place?" she suggests and you nod.

She takes a pen from her pocket, "Give me your hand," she says, you are confused but do it anyway.

She opens the pen with her mouth, the cap between her teeth as she gently writes on your hand.

Her phone number.

It feels like she's giving you an autograph.

"Text me and I'll send you my address," she says, and before you can answer, she walks out of the room.

You look down at your hand and see a little smiley face next to her number.

You can't help but giggle as you look at it.

-

You stare at your phone - up to her front door and back down to your phone.

You are 10 minutes early and don't dare to ring the doorbell.

"You know you can just ring the bell?" someone asks you, you look up and see Jihyo smiling at you.

"I'm early, that's why-"

"Not a problem," she interrupts you.

She lets you in and closes the door behind her.

Her house is beautiful, modern and yet somehow old-fashioned.

"My parents aren't here, so I thought we could study in the living room," she says, and you nod, leaning your backpack against the table.

"Water?" she asks and you take it gratefully.

You drink a little before she sits down across from you.

You both leaf through the books, take notes, talk briefly about certain passages, but otherwise no one says anything.

Jihyo decides to break the awkward atmosphere.

"I wanted to apologize again, for the basketball," she says, and you laugh a little.

"You don't have to apologize, things like that can happen," you reply.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asks, and instead of answering, you are completely silent, thinking.

Memories of Dahyun come back while Jihyo looks at you and waits for your answer.

"Yes, I did, but she died a few months ago," you answer.

She nods slightly, "Can I ask how he died?" she asks in a quiet, polite tone, as if she really wants to make sure that she's asking something that doesn't hurt you in any way.

"Suicide," you say, short and meager, without many details (whether you know many details at all is another question).

She looks at you with a supportive look, one that makes you feel like she's really listening and that she really understands you.

Maybe she understands you even more than you think?

She puts her hand on yours with a slight smile.

"Thank you for confiding in me," she says, your cheeks slightly flushed, hers too.

You both look at each other for a moment before she lets go and you both go back to work.

-

If only the work had gone on for longer.

After the one meeting, you saw her every day of the vacation. Always with the excuse that you supposedly "need to add something" (does going to the movies together add something to your project?).

It's been more than a week since you first met.

"You're in love," Mina says as she parks her car in front of Jihyo's house.

"I-"

"Don't even try to find an excuse, it's all good" she replies with a small grin.

You both get out of the car and walk to her house, the music so loud you can hear it several meters away.

How Jihyo, who is slightly drunk, hears the doorbell is also a mystery to you.

"Hey guys!" she greets you, she shakes Mina's hand and gives her a kind of high five, she gives you a hug.

You smile at her as the three of you walk into the living room.

"I'm going to Chaeyoung," Mina whispers, or rather shouts, in your ear before disappearing.

"Y/n, do you want to play a drinking game with us?" asks Jihyo, you nod.

Maybe it was a stupid decision.

Jihyo and her friends (of whom you only know Jeongyeon) only understand drinking games to mean taking shots and asking stupid questions.

Either answer - or drink.

You always chose the second option.

After about 7 questions (maybe more, maybe less - you lost count of that pretty fast) you get up and say that you need some fresh air.

Since you've been to her house several times, you know where the upstairs balcony is.

It's quite big, with a parasol and two folding chairs. You sit down on one and close your eyes, your head throbs a little.

"Are you okay?" someone asks after a few minutes.

To your surprise (not really a surprise), Jihyo stands next to you before sitting down on the chair to your right.

"Yeah, it's just the alcohol," you say.

You and alcohol, not really a good combination.

Especially not when you're sitting next to the girl you're in love with.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" you ask out of nowhere.

She shakes his head, "I thought it was obvious" she says and laughs a little.

"I love you" you confess.

She turns to you, but before he can answer anything, you keep talking.

"I know we haven't known each other that long... a month?? more? less? but-... I just have this feeling with you that I only used to have with her"

"I thought I'd never feel it again," you say, a tear running down your cheek.

Jihyo looks at you, her eyes slightly watery.

Is she crying too?

"Y/n" she says, interrupting your continued rambling.

She gets up, kneels down in front of your chair, and -

kisses you.

Her soft lips on yours.

She pulls away after just a few seconds and you already feel like you miss her lips.

"I love you too Y/n" she says softly.

You look at her in amazement.

"Really?" you ask.

"That's why I asked if you had a girlfriend" now it all makes so much more sense.

She pulls you up and takes you to the guest room. She tries to lay you down on the bed but you pull her with you and she falls on top of you.

You both stare at each other and laugh a little.

"You're drunk, get some rest," she says, kissing your forehead.

"I'll be here when you wake up"

-

And she really is next to you when you wake up.

"Good morning..." you groan as you rub your eyes.

She smiles at you, "good morning" she says, from the look on her face you suspect she woke up just a few minutes before you.

You pull her closer to you by her collar and kiss her, she kisses you back while her hand is on your cheek.

The kiss is just perfect, gentle, slow, a perfect way to start his morning.

But it can also be perfect in another way.

It gets warmer under the covers as you continue kissing, she kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on it. You can't help but rub your thighs together a little.

"What about the others?" you ask.

"I kicked them out yesterday after you fell asleep" she says, continuing to kiss your neck, even nibbling on it, making you let out soft moans.

"Jihyo, I think you should know that I am a virgin" you say, your cheeks heating up a little in embarrassment.

She giggles a little, kissing you on the lips again.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about baby" she replies with a smile.

She gets on top of you, continuing to kiss you.

You think kissing Jihyo is the best thing in the world.

Her hands trail over your body, giving you a soft squeeze here and there.

"Can I?" she asks, her hand playing with the buttons on your pants.

"Please" you answer with a smile.

She complies and opens them, pulling off your pants and leaving you in your underwear.

You sit up a little, your hands on her waist, feeling up her muscles, especially her abs.

"Want me to take it off?" she asks, you nod.

She pulls off her shirt over her head, dropping it somewhere on the floor.

Your finger trails up his stomach to her bra, looking at her like she is a work of art (she definetly is one).

"Done admiring me?" she asks with a teasing grin, to which you reply "never".

She leans down again, kissing your face as she starts to trail them down till he arrives at the waistband of your underwear.

"Can I?" she asks again, "yes" you answer, already out of breath.

She takes your underwear off, her hands placed on your thighs as she leaves kisses everywhere.

You can definetly tell that she has a thing for kissing.

When she places a kiss right on your clit though, you let out a small moan.

She begins licking and sucking on it, making you grab her hair with your hands as your fingers curl deeper into her scalp, leaving a delicious burn.

She drags her tongue down as she circles your core, slowly entering it a little.

You let out more moans as you turn your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

Her tongue feels so good when you realise that you are closer and closer to your climax.

"Jihyo- I think I'm gonna-"

"Let it out princess" she mumbles against your core, the vibrations of her voice stimulating you even more as you cum into her mouth.

She smiles at you as he sits up, watching you coming down from your high.

You smile back at him as your cheeks turn red again.

"Can I?" she asks, her fingers trailing down your soft skin as her nails scratch you a little.

You look at her hand, a few veins poking out, her fingers thin but long.

You look at her again, nodding.

You pulled her closer as she rubs your clit with her fingers, you suck in your breath as she slowly pushes them in, the little stretch burning in a way that makes you even hornier.

She slips them in completly, you let out a moan in response. She takes your hand with her free one as your fingers intertwine.

She starts to slowly thrust into you, kissing you again as her tongue explores your mouth.

"You're so tight baby.." she mumbles into your mouth.

You can't help but let out louder moans when she starts to speed up a little.

Her fingers drive you crazy, it feels like she is everywhere, you feel her everywhere in your body as she exits and enters you.

"P-please jihyo- faster" you moan out, and who would she be if she wouldn't listen to your wishes?

She speeds up her thrusts, kissing down your neck again as her hot breath hits your skin.

Your hand grips the pillow your hand is laying on, moaning against your arm as you can feel Jihyo curling her fingers.

She thrusts into you again before you moan loudly, cumming as your thighs close around her wrist, panting heavily as she lets herself fall onto the spot next to you.

You both stare at the ceiling, the only sounds the heavy breathing from you.

You move her hand to yours and intertwine your fingers. She moves her head to the side to look at you, smiling.

You think seeing her smiling is something you can never get enough of.

-

Idiots in love, thats how you two can be described.

The next few months were full of love. Kisses here, kisses there. It didn't even have to be sexual, no, it was always romantic, no matter what you did together.

After a few months, she gave you a ring.

"One day I'll buy you an expensive, real diamond ring and ask you to marry me," she said, and since then you've both worn the matching rings without taking them off once.

If only it had stayed that way.

It's late at night, you're lying in bed reading a book when you get a message.

"I love you,

I'm sorry" - from Jihyo.

You sit up and stare at your cell phone.

"What's wrong?" you type and send the message, she replies,

"I can't take it anymore"

She can't take it anymore?

You feel a twinge in your head as you suddenly realize something.

It's too similar to Dahyun's goodbye.

"I can't live in this world anymore" she wrote in her text.

You look at her location, and without hesitation you walk, no - storm out of your apartment and run to her.

She's not far away, a bridge situated over a river only 5 minutes away, and you think you've never been so grateful for anything.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to see anything while your clothes get wetter and wetter, the rain completly drenches you.

Again it feels like a cliché love drama.

Only maybe this time you have the chance to have a happy ending.

Your legs are burning from all the running as you arrive on the bridge.

"Jihyo!" you shout, the rain pattering loudly on the asphalt, forcing you to shout even louder for her.

Her bike is right next to her, one leg over the railing, her hands gripping it tightly, as if she's...

Scared?

"Y/n?" she answers, her voice low and shaky.

"Please..." you say as you walk slowly towards her.

She doesn't stop you when you take her hand in yours.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, she looks at you as a tear runs down her cheek.

"I-... I didn't want you to worry. I thought this feeling would go away if I didn't talk to anyone about it," she says.

Whether your face is wet from the rain or your tears, you don't know.

"Believe me, you have to talk to me, then it will get better," you say.

Her face comes closer to yours and, without answering, she kisses you.

You kiss her back, try to grab her so you can hold her closer - but she lets go.

Completely.

You slowly open your eyes, afraid of what you will see - but you see nothing.

No one.

The rain completely overwhelms you.

"No..." you whisper, looking down on the floor and picking up something shiny.

Her ring.

You look out over the railing and see the water turning slightly red.

It feels like you're trapped in a vicious circle, like you'll never find peace again.

You are trapped, with no way out.

-

While other people find the rain soothing, you find it to be more like torture.

While other people would stay indoors in weather like this, you're outside again.

Again in front of a grave.

But this time it's Jihyo's.

Everything feels too similar and you hate it more than anything.

"It's not your fault" is a sentence you started to hate.

You hoped so much that you would never have to hear or read it again.

"Why didn't you talk to me..." you whisper, as if she could hear you.

Your hand clutches the letter, it slowly getting soaked by the rain.

You don't dare to move.

"You knew what happened..."

All time does is passing -

"Why did you hide it from me..." Your voice is full of despair.

And all you ever do is grieve.

"Life without you is no way to live" the white flower falls on his grave -

just like her ring,

engraved with your name.

She helped you recover from Dahyun's death.

You just wish you wouldn't have to recover over her death alone now.

In another universe, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

In this universe, you're left alone,

again.

[screamingwailing]

Jealous/Aggressive!König x Reader Fic

CW: possessive!König, afab reader, oral (giving and receiving), aggressive unprotected sex, p in v action

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König is usually so kind and patient with you, so careful not to scare you or make you feel unsafe with his massive frame and dominating presence. He’s aware of how intimidating he can be, he normally strives for it, lives off the feeling of instilling fear. It’s how he’s so good at his job.

But…he isn't like that with you, never with you.

When he’s with you, Colonel König fades away, he just becomes yours. He can melt away from the blood, the death, the carnage. You’re his sanctuary. 

So when he comes back after a long mission and he sees you still up, playing a game with one of those fucking friends of yours - friends that he can hear are men - he snaps and loses it.

With your headphones on you don’t even hear him open the door, don’t see him stalk into the room, jealousy and spite in his eyes.

All he wanted when he came home was to unwind into you, to turn into the person he only ever was and could be with you, and some random nobody was in the way of that. He couldn’t have that. 

Without so much as a sound, he quickly turns you around in your chair, ripping your headset off, and muffling your frightened sounds with his massive hand. For the first time, you looked at him with fear. Why did he love it so?

Standing over you, hand covering your mouth and most of your face, gripping your head with a strength and force not familiar to you, you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. Gone is the man you fell in love with, in front of you was a monster no different from any other man on the battlefield. 

He glares down at you with a fiery vengeance. “I’m home meine Kleines.” 

Your head desperately moves, trying to escape his grasp, König gently tuts at you. 

“Ah-ah, meine Liebe. What do you think you are doing? Did you not miss me?” His voice practically came out in a hiss, sneer under his mask.

You look up at him, a pleading look in your tear-filled gaze. You did, you missed him more than anything. Why else would you stay up all night playing games with people you barely cared to remember the names of? Why else would you have a constant stream of distractions? The loneliness in absence of your king was all-consuming. But this wasn’t him, surely. Your König would never hurt you, never scare you like this.

He brings his other hand up to his masked face, signaling you to be quiet. You nod as much as he allows. Satisfied by your obedience, he slowly shifts the hand covering your mouth to instead firmly grab your chin and cheeks, his thumb and forefinger wrapping around you with a dull pain.

 “Doll, why is it that when your king came home to you, you weren’t waiting in bed? Did my absence mean nothing to you? Were you off trying to find someone new?” At this, the grip around you tightens, causing you to wince, tears falling down his fingers.

Seeing you wince, König falters for just a moment, his grip loosening just enough to allow you to speak. 

“N-no! I-…I would never! Please, why are you being like this, what did I do wrong?” 

Wrong answer. As if possessed, König’s eyes darken and grow cold once more. “Lügen! You lie, little mouse.”

He looms over you, rage and turmoil in his gaze. Desperate to get through to him, your voice becomes shrill with desperation. “I’m not lying, I promise! Please, you’re hurting me, let go!” 

König considers this for a moment, then cocks his head to the side, his eyes almost glowing red from the light of your computer. “Nein, I will not let go of you again. It seems I need to remind you who you belong to.” 

You gulp, your fear tingling with arousal. Regardless of his fearsome state, you can’t help but feel your body react to his words, your legs squirming together. König’s eyes flick towards the movement, not missing your reaction. 

Voice filled with an almost childlike mirth, he chuckles at this. “Ah, it seems your body remembers, even if its treacherous owner strays.”

He leans towards your head, breathing your scent in deeply. “I have missed you, so, meine Liebe. If only you had stayed good for me…if only I were enough for you.” 

Your eyes meet his, his mask still covering a majority of his expression. You don’t understand, he was his normal affectionate self when he had left for his most recent mission. You can feel your pulse rapidly beating in your throat, but still, you can’t help but notice the pain in his eyes. And even more obvious than this, the protruding bulge in his tactical pants. You’re afraid…you’re afraid but…it’s still König. You’d trust him with your life. You sharply inhale through your nose, closing your eyes momentarily, then exhaling and meeting his gaze once more. You’re no longer afraid. 

His massive hand is still gripping your face tightly, but he notices the change in your demeanor and steps back in confusion. You gently reach out, as if scared to frighten him. Your much smaller hand wraps around his wrist, pulling his hand back up to your throat. 

“I missed you too, König. More than you could ever know. You know you’re the only one for me. You’re my everything.” Your eyes look up at him with pure adoration, bordering on obsession. 

König looks at you, conflicted, before his eyes harden once more. He steps forwards, his hand tightening around your throat. “Prove it to me. Prove to me that I am the only one for you.” 

He lets go of your throat, instead guiding your head towards his straining bulge. Without wasting a moment, you lunge forward, as if starved. In a way, you were; it had been so long since your king had been home with you. You make sure to lock eyes with him as your teeth close around his zipper, pulling it down agonizingly slow. He groans in anticipation, his fingers sliding through your hair. He impatiently tugs, urging you on. Wanting to please, you kiss him through his boxers, suckling and gently biting along his shaft through the fabric. 

“Enough teasing, Liebe. I want your mouth around me” He grits out, his pupils blown out in arousal. 

Your heart rate increases again, this time in anticipation, as you tug his clothing down. His cock bounces up against his stomach and you almost moan at the sight. Without wasting any time, you engulf his tip between your lips, making sure to wrap your tongue around at the same time. He hisses in surprise, his cock already starting to leak in your mouth. You suck harder on his tip, savoring the taste of him. You lock eyes as you take him deeper, tears already forming from the stretch in your mouth. His head falls back for a moment, lost in pleasure, before gripping your hair tighter. 

“Deeper” he growls out. It’s not a request, it’s an order, and you’re more than happy to comply. 

Taking him deeper, you gag around him. He’s so fucking big, you can barely continue. You wrap your hands around his thick shaft, making sure to pump whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. Your drool drips down him, mixing with his precum. You moan around him, bobbing your head faster, trying to take him as deep as you can.

“Scheiße, that’s it. Such a good little whore for me. God, have I missed this mouth.” 

König looks down on you, shoving your head down further as his eyes roll back in pleasure. You gag around him, tears streaming down your face. You aren’t used to him manhandling you like this, but you can’t deny what it does to you. You feel the heat between your legs, the growing wet spot in your underwear only getting worse with each passing moment. Something about the utter possession and loss of control makes you crazy, your mouth bobbing faster, drool dripping all the way down to König’s heavy balls. 

Looking up at him with your tear streaked cheeks and red eyes, König can’t help but groan at the sight, his balls tightening. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to his release, especially since it’s been so long since he last felt you. 

König’s grip on your hair grows painful as he lets out a low moan. “Kleines, take it for me. I’m going to cum down your throat. You’ll be such a good whore and swallow it all for me, ja?” 

You hum your approval around him, groaning in anticipation. The vibration sends him over the edge and you feel hot liquid spurt down your throat. As promised, you do your best to swallow every drop, your mind hazing with the taste and overwhelming sensation of König all around you. Despite your best efforts, you begin to choke, his cum seemingly never ending. He pulls your head back, finishing his climax on your face. You look up at him with a look of utter bliss, eyes clouded in lust, cum dripping down your face and down your chin. 

“My god, look at you, Schatz. So perfect for me, such a good little cumslut. Gutes Mädchen.” König’s voice is gravelly from the pleasure, praise spilling from his lips like a prayer. 

His strong arms lift you up as he carries you to your bedroom. Completely cumdrunk, you don’t even notice until you feel him throw you onto the bed. Like a predator stalking his prey, König’s massive frame draws closer, the bed creaking under his weight. He grips your thighs strong enough to bruise as he spreads them. He lifts his mask up just enough to show his chiseled jaw and scarred lips, his long tongue tracing his near fang-like canines as he takes in the delicious sight of you before him. 

“Meine Kleine, you did so well for me. Let me reward you” König practically purrs out, before he lifts your legs upwards as he dives towards your heat. 

Still cumdrunk, you moan at the sudden pleasure, your mind further clouding with König’s skilled tongue at work. You feel him expertly work you, his tongue pushing deep within you as he thumbs your clit. He groans against you and you can feel his grin against your cunt. His nose presses against your clit as he pushes his tongue in deeper, adding a finger to further your pleasure. You feel his finger push up against the spot that makes you see stars as his tongue slips out of you and over your sensitive clit. You scream out, unable to stop your cries. This only spurs him on more, König positively ravenous for you, drinking in every noise you make. He noisily laps around your clit, sensing your oversensitivity, as he adds a second thick finger. You whine at the stretch, wanting more while also adjusting to the intrusion. 

“P-please, König! I need you, please, please-” you beg for him, watching his breath quicken in response. 

König pulls away from your dripping pussy to shush you,“Shh, patience, Schatz. All in due time.” 

You whine in response, attempting to buck your hips against his face. He holds your legs tighter, squeezing them and pulling them more firmly while pushing you against the bed. You can’t help but twitch in response, loving how easily he can maneuver you. One hand is enough to hold you down while the other brutally fucks into your heat, relentlessly thrusting his fingers in and out of you, palm slapping against your clit as he laps around your folds. You can feel your climax building, keening and squirming in his grasp. A silent scream escapes your lips as you feel König wrap his mouth around your sensitive nub, sucking your clit while still working your soaking cunt. 

“There it is, Schatz, let go for your King. Show me that you belong to me, that you will only cum for me.” 

Your release rips through you violently, your vision going white as your entire body lifts and shakes, trembling through the powerful orgasm. König continues to roughly finger you through it, torturing you with his continuous ministrations. He smirks down at you as you attempt to squirm away. 

“Now, now, Liebe. You didn’t think I would be satisfied with just that, did you? I know you can cum again for me.” 

König latches his mouth around you once again, his fingers rhythmically abusing your sensitive insides, pumping them against your spot over and over. You scream as another orgasm is ripped from you, tears once again streaming down your face. Panting from the overexertion, your legs quake and twitch. 

“Gutes Mädchen, such a good slut for me” König looks at you smugly, pride and confidence clearly showing in his eyes. 

Still between your legs, you feel something hot against your entrance. König continues to grip your legs tightly, looking at you with a new glint in his eyes: a look of predation, of total need and lust. You shudder, another wave of arousal hitting your already exhausted body. 

“Are you ready, meine Liebe?” König looms over you, a toothy grin set on his face as he pushes inside you. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes back as you’re entirely filled, the stretch of König’s fingers nothing in comparison to his monstrous cock. Long and girthy, he fills you like no one else, reminding you with each thrust just who you belong to. As he pounds into you, your throat becomes raw with broken sobs and moans. He fucks you like an animal, all need and desire, carnal nearly to the point of pain. König folds you in half with his massive frame, tantalizing moans and grunts coming from above you as he fucks you faster. 

You can tell he’s about to cum, to completely fill you inside and mark you as his. As his orgasm approaches his thrusts become erratic and impatient, sounds of skin slapping against skin and dueted moans filling the otherwise quiet bedroom. You’re about to cum for a third time, this time with him. 

As König’s orgasm tears through him he lunges his mouth forward, attacking your throat with his sharp canines. Practically growling around your throat, he marks you both inside and out, painting your insides with his cum while he draws blood on your throat. 

He collapses on top of you for a moment before slowly rising and looking at your fucked-out expression. As if the spell on him finally dissipated, König calms for the first time since his arrival. He gently strokes your sweaty hair from your face, kissing your forehead. He collapses back against your chest, clinging to your form tightly. “I..I’m sorry, meine Liebe. When I was in the field you were all I thought of. Every day, I only thought of returning to you. To come home to you speaking to another, I couldn’t bear it.” 

You sigh softly before looking at him with a soft smile before saying the words you’ve been practicing in secret, “Du bist mein ein und alles, König”.  

His eyes widen at this, then soften and close once more, finally content and at peace with his love. No more words need to be exchanged, you both understand what you mean to one another. Finally, you could rest with your König. 

hello meowdy! this is my first fic, pls b kind ;;

[milkytheholy1]

Name Calling

Shadow The Hedgehog x Female Reader

A/N: I've been eating up all the Shadow content lately and it all came together into this fic. I know I try to stay in the GN category but something within me just wanted to write Female, so I am sorry to those who will be put off by that, but tbh, it doesn't really have anything to do with the fic it's just the pronouns I used, they can be inalterably changed for those who prefer.

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Shadow The Hedgehog had been called a lot of things in his life, monster, villain, thug, traitor, the list goes on and on. But he supposed he deserved it, after all, he was a freak of nature; a piece of science moulded by alien goo and crazed mathematics. He was made with pure intentions but was messed with, he deviated from his chosen path whether it was his choice or not.

On some particularly bad days he was known as the hedgehog that would end the world, who would bring destruction and chaos to everything he set his hands on, a single breath of his was thought to level a city. Shadow felt forever alone. He had no family to turn to, no friend to comfort him like Maria once did, to him no one compared; they were all beneath him.

Maria was the only person who could ever understand what was going on in his confused mind, she often sought to help him, she gave him a purpose:

"W-why was I made? Why was I created into this world if I was only meant to cause destruction?"

"That's not why you're here, Shadow. You are here to help people, to help me and the other humans who live down there! You were born to protect mankind from evil."

"But, Maria, I was created with this evil inside of me. The humans would only fear me-"

"You were born from love, Shadow! My grandfather made you for me, he made me a best friend and he made someone who would spread love and kindness wherever he went. Humans only fear what they don't know, or so I've been told, but they will love you, Shadow, they have to!"

Painful images now plagued those pleasant thoughts, tainting her memory like mould on a rotting fruit. After Maria's death, Shadow became a machine, too hard to produce emotion, too cold to think about the actions he took. All he knew was humanity was to blame for Maria's death, humanity took the only person who understood him; they had to pay.

Bases were burnt down, G.U.N soldiers were hunted, and civilians became hostages. Nothing was too much for him at this stage, all he needed was to quell the anger that burned inside of him, the vengeance that fueled his very being. That's where the names started coming from, parents warning their children about the boogeyman that lurks around the corner at night, the feral beast that kills in the darkness and leaves no witnesses.

Through his rage, he forgot what Maria told him, he forgot what his purpose was: to protect, to spread kindness and to love. He only came to this realisation one night after a particularly gruesome fight. It was in a small village, somewhat far from the big towns and cities, cobbled streets and large green fields. It was here where Shadow had tracked down a retired G.U.N agent, he was there on that night and therefore he had to pay.

The struggle had led from the agent's house to the cobbled streets, a single gunshot ringing out into the silence of the night, the moonlight tracing over the man's lifeless body. As Shadow pulled back, his ears flicked, a small sound: a gasp. Quickly turning around his eyes caught another human, deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. Shadow flinched, shaking away the similarities he tried to focus.

The young woman slowly shuffled back into the alley they were hiding in, the moonlight dancing over her clothes as she moved. Shadow gripped his gun tighter, the sound of his gloves creasing was as loud as the gunshot from before.

"I'm sorry I have to do this," he mumbled, pulling the gun up and aiming it at the woman. She cowered slightly, eyes dancing between the unconscious man on the floor and the ebony hedgehog in front of her, "Then don't."

Shadow perked a brow, amused by how forward she was, "Do you know who I am?" he wasn't cockey, it was a genuine question. The lady shook her head, "You're the boogeyman."

"Then you know why I have to do this."

"Then before I die, may I ask you a question?"

Shadow thought it through, although he didn't want this to drag on any longer and daylight was soon approaching, what harm could one question do from a dying woman?

"Why do you do this? Why do you go around killing people and burning houses? I've seen newspapers talking about you, calling you a monster-"

"Because I am a monster!" He struck back, cocking the gun. "A real monster would have pulled the trigger by now, a real monster wouldn't even entertain a stare with me."

Now that was good. Shadow felt like he had been pushed away into another reality, one where all of a sudden he didn't have to kill people anymore. A reality where he didn't have to skip town and live in trees or under benches, one where we didn't have to hide and feel so angry all the time.

Snapping back into reality, Shadow adjusted his hand holding the gun, foolishly he had dropped his arm just a little, "Enough, you don't know me."

"No, I don't. I don't know you, the papers sure seem to think they do, but no one just goes around doing what you do for fun. I'm not trying to help you, but don't you think you should step back a little and think about what you're doing? Is this really what you want?"

"Of course it is! This is all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever be!" he cursed out, anger swelling deep within his mind; this was just meant to be a simple job and now you'd gone and made it confusing.

"Is that really what you want?" The one simple question had broken Shadow, he dropped the gun to the floor, staring hopelessly into the ground. He had failed Maria, looking at you had reminded him of her, the promise he made to her, the purpose he was supposed to have.

He was meant to protect mankind, to help them and instead, he led them to an earlier grave. Another sound rang out, snapping the pair's attention from each other onto a random doorway. An elderly man emerged from the house, looking up and down the street until his eyes landed on you both and then on the body.

"The boogeyman! The boogeyman's here! And he's got an accomplish!" he screamed out, suddenly more and more lights started flashing on, the whole village was nearly illuminated in bright yellow light. Shadow saw the panic on the young girl's face, he recognised that look all too well: Fear.

Her life as she knew it was crashing down all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was all his fault. Taking what Maria said to heart, Shadow saw this as his second chance at life, his second chance to protect humanity and it all started with her. Swooping the lady into his arms, Shadow ran as fast as he could, he had to go somewhere where they'd both be safe.

The past few years after that had been a blur, things have changed since the old days, Shadow gets called friend, bud, hero and most importantly, he gets to be called the love of your life. Perhaps it was one of his best ideas to save you on that day, even if it was his fault. After that night, Shadow never left your side, perhaps it's because he felt guilty or that you reminded him of Maria; who knows?

But what you do know is that he's free now, free from all the negative thoughts, free from the names, and free from his past life.

[miyakiwiii]

SYPNOSIS: WHEN BLUE LOCK BOYS TRY TO MAKE YOU LOVE THEM.. BY DOING LOVE AND COURTSHIP SONGS FOR YOU.

JUST PUREEEE FLUFF. GN READER!

OTOYA,BACHIRA,NAGI,ISAGI.

REMINDER! THIS IS AN HEADCANON THINGY :3

OTOYA EITA

Ong this dude will come on pure prepared.

Bro's a nepo baby ofc he has allat

He would probably know how to play the guitar

Sings all the time from what ive seen in his back story..

You were just sitting normaly in your balcony, enjoying the breeze of the fresh air that comes to overhaul your senses- untill a vibration from a... mic was heard?

You looked down, you can see who appears to be... huh, otoya eita.

"Yo' [name]." He says as the mic vibrates its way through your ears.

You were almost gonna laugh because he almost looks like kid justin bieber with that fit.

And infact... he did sing that one song from justin bieber.

After all his antics, he takes a breath and responds with-

"do you love me?' Oh how, can you deny him?

(totally not a redflag)

BACHIRA MEGURU

Bro has his monster to strum his guitar for u

Just kidding..

His voice might be actually good..

Bro's dressed up all formal for this..

He's probably prepared and his mom probably gives him support if hes nervous

HES LOWK EXCITED.

Made his own song with his monster..

His mom helped him.

Sooo silly.

You were walking with your friend in the park, it was a nice and sunny day. Chatting with your friend as you suddenly heard your name called.

"Hey [name]! I have somethin' to tell you.." it was bachira!

Your eyes looked confused because.. why was he holding a boquet of flowers and.. a guitar?

Your friend nudged you on the shoulder as they laughed looking at you from the side.

"Me and my monster made this song for you!" Thats sweet... wait what monster?

"ANNNNNNDD-" OKAY. Lets cut to the chase.

He was genuinely so sweet and he pulled you moments after he was done singing his heart and his monsters heart for you.

Did you accept it? Ofc.

But your friend was just standing like

🚹

After bachira pulled you away..

NAGI SEISHIRO

He will ZNOT even try

Reo helped him with allat and he probably had the idea and forced nagi into doing it for you.

Made him wear allat suit thingies blah blah blah..

Reo bought flowers, chocolates EVERYTHING that a girl would love just for nagi to success into getting you

Credits to reo

His voice would probably so quiet the mic cant even process it and just turns it into gush a gush of wind like: BRSHHH

You were just chilling in your couch when oh so suddenly- bam. There was a noise that felt like someone had barged in your door.

You got up slowly and went to the kitchen, getting a pan and walking slowly to the door.

You almost hit a person- wait nagi? With the pan as he stares at the pan nonchalantly(nonchalant core ka nalang sige)

Well, he gives you a basket of flowers,chocolates,etc while you just stand there looking all confused and shit like 'what?'

Oh boy, this is gonna be sooo long.

ISAGI YOICHI

Normalest one yet

Has that gentleman aura fr(even if hes not in the top 3 gentle man in bllk)

He lowk gives me that normal filipino harana vibes(oo nga kaya nga harana pangalan diba)

Has an average voice, but can sing and control his vocals pretty well

He's gonna be holding a banner that says 'WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?' Like a prom typa thingy

His mom baked cookies for u...

You were just laying down in your bed, scrolling through tiktok when your bell had rang-

"Huh, i wonder who can that be.. or is it just my mail..?" You say to yourself, standing up from your bed, going downstairs and finally... facing the door.

It was none other than....

Isagi?

"Oh hey! Uhm- [name]!" He says as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Uhh.. hey isagi, whats with the formal look?" You ask, looking up and down, observing his clothing.

"Ive been wanting to tell you this but-" he suddenly pulls out a guitar in the nearby bushes, and you were just standing akwardly while he plays-

And lets cut to the chase yet again.

"So yeah.." he suddenly pulls out a board, written on it is 'will you go out with me?' While below is a yes or no.

Your choice to accept it, jk you did accept it.

I think i have idk cheese?

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Green Eyed Monster (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Melissa doesn't like your new friendship with Ashley

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: smut, jealousy, praise kink, marking, possessive behaviour, swearing

Melissa clenched her jaw, eyes trained on you. You laughed, your shoulder bumping against Ashley’s as she showed you something on her phone. That laugh was Melissa’s, the one that always made her stomach swoop. Delighted and giggly, teeth sunk into your lip as if you were trying to stifle it. She never wanted you to stifle it.

You lent closer to Ashley, whispering something. She’d never seen her aide so quiet, not shouting or talking over someone or singing some song with stupid lyrics. She strained her ears, trying to hear what you were saying but Janine was rambling about something and she missed whatever it was. She stabbed at her salad over and over again.

“Send me the link,” you said, standing from the couch.

“You know I will,” Ashley said before tapping something into her phone.

You slid into your usual seat at Melissa’s table, looking down at your phone. You shot a smile at Ashley before tapping on something. Melissa was staring at you, trying to see your phone screen as something bubbled in her chest. Something dark and dangerous and familiar.

“Didn’t realise you were friends,” she spat across the table at you.

You looked up, eyes widening at whatever expression was on her face. You glanced to Barbara then back to her.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you said, and she didn’t like the uncertainty in your voice.

“Since when?” she asked.

“Since I wasn’t the one who had to work with her,” you replied slowly, “why? Am I not allowed to be?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her seat, “do what you want.”

“Alright,” you replied, “well, right now what I want to do is go prep in my classroom so I’m going to go.”

And just like that you were out of your seat and walking out of the room, leaving an empty feeling in Melissa’s chest. She watched you, pressing her lips together to keep from shouting something after you. She’d lost that one, she knew it.

“Are you gonna tell that young lady how you feel or we going to have to sit in suspense for another semester?” Barbra asked.

“What?” She turned to look at her friend.

“You clearly like that girl. You should just tell her,” she said.

“I do not,” she said, “I just don’t like her being friends with Ashley.”

“Yeah and next you’ll be saying the sky isn’t blue,” Jacob said, laughing as he nudged Janine.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder, glaring at him so hard her recoiled. Without Janine catching him he would have fallen from his seat which did help settle the feeling in her chest.

“I say tell her,” Janine said, “love is great. More people should be in love.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” she snapped.

Only later, at the end of the day, you stopped by her room to talk to Ashley and not her. You were standing at the back of her classroom, whispering over a phone while she watched on from her desk. That same bubbling feeling was growing in her chest, the plastic of the pen in her hand beginning to creak threateningly.

You looked up from the phone, smiling at Ashley, your hand resting on her forearm. She knew what that felt like, the feeling of your fingers lingering long after you’d left. There was no possible universe where Ashley would appreciate that feeling. And that smile. Bright and happy and like Ashley had done something spectacular for you. That was her smile when she brought you donuts in the morning or shared her baked ziti with you.

You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and she watched your fingers. She must have seen you do that exact move thousands of times before but now it made her grind her teeth as you looked up from under your eyelashes as you did it. Only you were looking at the wrong person. And that giggle again.

The pen in her hand snapped.

Your eyes shot up to her, finally looking at her for the fist time since entering the room. Your mouth fell opened and she saw you take a startled breath in. She had no idea what her face was doing but a look of concern flashed over your face and you took a hesitant step forward. She ignored it, looking back down at her marking, refusing to acknowledge you.

She heard your goodbye to Ashley, heels clicking as you walked out the door. It was the longest she’d seen Ashley stay after school the entire time she’d been her aide. Which only made her glare at the young woman.

The next morning, at the copier getting ready for the spelling test she had to give that day, she saw you walk in, making a beeline right for Ashley. Your smile was excited, as if you’d been waiting all morning to see her.

“Hey,��� you said, “look.”

You passed your phone over to her, heads bent together. You giggled at whatever she whispered to you, your eyes darting up, finding her staring at you. Your smile dimmed and she felt her stomach drop. That was never a look that was meant to be pointed in her direction. Turning your attention back down to your phone, you whispered something else to Ashley before turning on your heels and walking away, not sparing a backwards glance at her.

She thumped the side of the copier, trying to hurry it up.

“Girl, you got some tension you need to work out,” Ava said, sweeping past her.

She growled, thumping the copier again.

She didn’t see you again until lunch where you’d managed to peel yourself from your new shadow. You were sitting in your seat, the one at her table, looking as of you belonged there. You looked up from your phone, offering her a small smile, like you were worried about your reception. She snorted, sitting in her own seat.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked, leaning towards her.

The scent of your perfume brushed against her and she could feel the warmth of your body. She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed it, craved the way it made her feel when you looked at her with that burning intensity. How you were so good at making her feel as if no one else had your attention but her.

But now that was all for someone else’s benefit.

“Fine,” she huffed.

Your smile dimmed again and you lent back. The weight of your gaze was heavy on her, making her skin feel too tight. She looked away from you, not able to handle seeing the hurt she’d caught a glimpse of swimming in your eyes.

“Have I done something?” you asked.

“What makes you think that?” she asked, pulling out her lunch, as casual as possible.

“You’re being… you know what, it doesn’t matter,” you said, “I’m going to go eat somewhere else.”

You stood and her entire body froze. Hesitating a moment, you waited as her eyes dragged up to you. With one hand splayed on the top of the table, you lent towards her until you were invading her personal space.

“I know when I’m not wanted,” you said.

Her stare was hard as she watched you walk from the room. She stabbed at her food but her appetite had left her. She flung the container back on the table, glaring at it as if it had personally offended her.

“You handled that one perfectly.”

She shot a glare over her shoulder at Jacob. His face bled of what little colour there had been and his gaze snapped down to the sad sandwich he was eating. She waited a moment, making sure he didn’t think he was able to comment on her personal life.

“What did you say to that girl?” Barbra asked, sliding into her seat.

“Nothing,” she said, “there’s nothing to say to her.”

“Someone must have said something to her because she’s looking mighty upset,” she said.

“Fuck,” she muttered to herself.

Slamming her hands on the table, she stood and stalked out of the room. She wasn’t going to sit there and listen to how upset she’d made you. Not if she wanted to be calm enough to teach children how to tell the time.

Not if she wanted to be able to look herself in the eye ever again.

She paused outside your classroom door, taking a moment to steel herself. If she was going to apologise she had to be in the right state of mind. And that state of mind usually included more alcohol than she was allowed at school. Her hand landed on the door handle, peeking through the small window inside.

You were perched on one of the desks, arms curled around your body, staring down at your feet. Her heart constricted when she saw you reach up and brush a tear from your cheek. She’d done that. That was her fault.

“Maybe I was stupid,” she heard you say, and the sight of Ashley spinning in your chair caught her eye, “I just don’t know.”

“She never lets me sit in spinny chairs,” she said instead of answering you.

“Of course she doesn’t,” you said, “am I crazy?”

“Nah, she was sending vibes,” she replied.

“You are so much easier to understand,” you said, brushing away another tear.

“Thanks.” Ashley grinned at you and you gave her a reluctant watery smile in return.

Melissa pursed her lips, turning and walking down the hall to her own classroom. Clearly she wasn’t needed. You had someone else to comfort you. You didn’t need her.

She kept her distance for the rest of the week.

Friday night should have been her time to drown in a bottle of wine and then watch a fight in the parking lot of the closest Arby’s. Instead, she found herself standing in Jacob’s apartment, holding a glass of the second cheapest wine Jacob could find, pretending to listen to Zach talk about sneakers. She should have kicked Janine with her puppy dog eyes but she’d been promised booze and there were all kinds of emotions bubbling in her she wanted to tamp down.

She ignored the sound of the buzz, assuming it would be Barb. Downing the rest of her glass of wine, she turned away from Zach and disappeared into the kitchen for a refill. This time she went for something more in line with her feelings, finding a beer in the fridge.

The sound of your voice filtered into the kitchen. She froze, inhaling sharply, wondering how she hadn’t thought of this possibility. Slipping into the living room, she found you sliding out of your coat. She choked on the sip of beer she’d been about to drink.

Short skirt, low neckline, tight in all the right places, your dress was hot. You were hot in it. She bet you’d be hot out of it too.

Your eyes met hers and she saw you freeze for a moment before Jacob stole your attention to show you his ethically sourced furniture. She took another slug from the bottle. You glanced over your shoulder at her, lower lip caught between your teeth. What she wouldn’t give to sink her own teeth into that lip.

Ashley probably did it all the time.

Her eyes slid down your body without her permission. The way that dress hugged your ass had her clenching her fingers around the neck of her bottle. Obviously you’d dressed for someone. If Ashley showed up, she’d be leaving to keep from seeing how she appreciated you in that dress.

“Wow, that’s a nice dress,” Janine said, sliding up to her. She grumbled something, taking another swig of beer, “I wonder where she got it from. She looks amazing. Just wow. Really… great.”

“Whaddaya want, Janine?” she asked.

“Don’t you think she looks nice?” she asked.

“Hot woman in a hot dress. What’s not to like?” She shrugged.

You did that little fake laugh of yours, tucking some hair behind your ear. Jacob laughed along with you, clearly missing the way your nose scrunched up, telling her all she needed to know. Zach passed you a glass of red wine. You took a slow sip, your eyes finding hers again. Your tongue darted out, dragging along your lower lip and she felt heat rush over her skin.

She finished off her beer and shoved past Janine, returning to the kitchen for another. She pressed it to the skin of her neck, the cold glass a relief. The image of you still hovered in her mind, her breathing growing unsteady. Someone as hot as you should not be with someone as annoying as Ashley.

“Are you going to keep ignoring me?”

Your hip was resting on the doorframe, arms crossed, pushing up your chest in a way she was finding distracting. You weren’t smiling at her, eyes serious, the wine glass dangling from your fingers.

“What?”

She noticed the way you zeroed in on the way she opened the bottle, tipping it back as she drank from it. There was a slight flush on your cheeks and your eyes were smouldering. It was an addictive look on you.

“I don’t know what I’ve done,” you said, taking a step into the room, hips swaying, “but you’ve been an absolute bitch all week. You’ve been fighting with me and you’ve been ignoring me the last few days. I just want to know where I should set my expectations tonight.”

“I’m sure once Ashely is here you won’t even notice what I choose to do,” she replied, taking another drag from the bottle.

“Ashley isn’t coming tonight,” you said, “at least, I hope she isn’t. Please tell me Jacob didn’t invite her. I know they have that whole cup song thing but he wouldn’t do that to us, would he?”

“How should I know? She’s your girlfriend,” she snapped.

“I’m offended. I can do better than Ashley.” Your nose wrinkled, “she talks like a teenager.”

“Yeah, so? You’ve been off whispering in corners with her all week,” she said.

You paused, eyebrows drawing together before a slow smile began to creep over your face. You placed your glass of wine down on the counter, sauntering towards her. Your fingers brushed against the back of her hand, looking at her as if you found something incredibly amusing. She bristled, stepping back from you.

“Would you prefer I was whispering in corners with you?” you asked, taking another step towards her.

“No,” she scoffed taking another step back.

Her back hit the fridge. Your lips curled up, your hand landing beside her, caging her in. Her eyes flicked down your body, barely brushing against hers, then back to your face. Your tongue ran along your wine stained lips as you considered her.

“Do you know what we were whispering about?” you asked.

“I don’t care,” she growled.

“I was asking her for a recommendation. See, she knows where to buy hot clothes at a bargain and you know what our pay checks are like. And I knew Jacob was hosting this little soiree tonight. I wanted to find something a bit sexy to wear,” you said, drawing impossibly closer to her.

Your perfume was wrapping around her and your fingers were brushing over the skin of her wrist. The way you were looking at her was making her head spin.

“You trying to seduce someone?” she spat out, hoping to get you away from her.

If not Ashley, she didn’t want to watch you seducing one of the other teachers. Who could it possibly be? No one would be insane enough to be interested in Janine and Gregory was boring.

“Yes,” you said before she could consider it more, “you.”

Her mouth fell open. Your gaze dipped down to her lips and heat filled her veins once again. Your fingers were gentle as they plucked the bottle from her, leaning over to put it on the bench. Your breath ghosted over the skin of her neck and she shivered, fingers itching to touch you.

“I thought if I was lucky, you’d show up tonight and I’d be here in a sexy little number and you’d see me as more than just a teacher you know from school,” you said, “only I didn’t account for your jealousy.”

“What jealousy?” she managed to say.

“Just admit it. You wanted to be the one I’m off whispering in corners with. You hated me being nice to Ashley,” you said.

“You were ignoring me to talk to her,” burst from her chest.

“Mel, you were ignoring me. And when you weren’t ignoring me you were being mean,” you said and there was a stab of shame in her gut, “I thought you were mad at me so I was giving you space.”

“And yet you still wore the hot dress,” she said.

“You think the dress is hot?” You were smiling at her now and she’d missed being on the receiving end it.

“Course it’s hot. You’re hot in it. No one’s gonna argue about that,” she said.

“And do you like the colour of it?” you asked, stepping back so she could see it properly.

“Yeah it’s red. Red is good,” she said, eyes sweeping over your body.

“You don’t think it’s too short?” you asked.

Her eyes dipped down to your legs, lingering longer than was appropriate.

“No,” she replied, eyes snapping up again. Her brain was full of the image of running her hands up those legs, pushing past the hemline of your dress, watching them fall open so she could disappear between them.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked, drawing closer to her again.

“Sure,” she said.

“When I was getting dressed for tonight, all I could think about was you taking it off me later,” you murmured, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.

You drew back.

“Of course, if you’d rather I just go show Ashley then I’m sure I can find her location from her instagram story,” you said.

“The fuck you will.”

Her hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist. She tugged you forward, stumbling against her body already leaning on the fridge. Her other hand came up, tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. Her lips captured yours in a searing kiss. Your tongue was in her mouth and your hands had found their way under her leather jacket, pinning her hips to the fridge. You moaned into her mouth, bodies pressing together and she realised she couldn’t get enough of you.

Her hand grasped your ass, so beautifully displayed by the stupid dress you’d bought to impress her. One of her legs pressed between yours, thigh tensing as you groaned again. Your hands slipped under her shirt, seeking out skin. She arched into your touch, teeth sinking into your lower lip finally. The little whine sound that came from you made the wait worth it.

“Are you two done fighting now? Only we’re out of-“

You turned, pulling away from her lips. She glanced over your shoulder, finding Janine in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth open, and empty chip bowl in her hand.

“Oh my gosh,” she said.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked, turning back to her.

“Yes.”

She grabbed your hand, marching you past Janine, through the living room and out the door, refusing to say anything to any of her colleagues. You threaded your fingers through hers.

“We’re going back to your place, right?” you asked.

“Would you rather we go to yours?” she asked.

“No, my neighbours shout,” you replied, with a small shake of your head.

The way you were looking at her was full of promises she was hoping to cash in on. She held the door open for the passenger seat of her car. You reached up, pinching her chin between thumb and forefinger. You kissed her, slow and lingering over the top of the door, leaving her breathless and desperate for you. The smile you gave her as you slid into the car was just like the one you used to give her when she shared her lunch with you. The one that made her feel besotted with you.

Her hand was on your thigh the entire drive home. She took speed limits as suggestions and red lights as challengea. The soft skin of your thigh was so tempting beneath her fingertips. You were watching her the entire drive, those eyes of yours practically devouring her.

“I can’t believe you thought I was interested in Ashley,” you said, “who could be when you’re there?”

“She’s closer to your age than me,” she said.

“First day, you walked past and said you didn’t care who I was and I knew I’d do anything to make you look twice at me,” you said.

“That’s bull,” she laughed.

“You were wearing those leather pants and that pink top of yours. You looked me over head to foot and it was the sexiest thing. Who cares about Ashley? You’re the only one I’ve seen since meeting you.”

“Hon.” Her fingers tightened on your thigh, “if you keep talking like that I’ll have to pull this car over and we do it in the backseat.”

“No one comes even close to comparing to you, Mel,” you said.

“Sweetheart,” she warned. She felt the way your thighs pressed together.

You chuckled, leaning across the console to press a lingering kiss to her cheek. The car screeched to a halt as she braked hard. She was reaching across to you without thought, grabbing your face to kiss you like she hungered for you. You moaned into her mouth, fingers burying themselves in her hair, making her need you more than she needed air.

The hand on your thigh slipped further up, pressing against your underwear covered core. You gasped, hips bucking against her fingers. She pressed more insistently, finding your clit, wanting to hear you moaning her name. She chuckled against your mouth, drawing back to watch your face as she circled a finger over your bundle of nerves. You were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen when you were desperate for her.

“Mel,” you whined.

“I warned you, hon,” she said.

You tugged on the hair tangled in your fingers until she was determined to claim you in every way possible.

“Get out of the car,” she commanded.

“What?” you whimpered as she took her hands from your body.

“Out.”

She undid her seatbelt, climbing from the car. She listened as you fumbled with the car door, rushing to meet her. Catching you around the waist, she pressed you to the car door, kissing you until she left you breathless.

“Come on.”

She laced her fingers through yours, tugging you forward. Your eyes widened as you looked up at her house. She shoved her door open, practically throwing you through it. The door slammed closed and the way you were looking at her made her blood thrum in her veins. She stalked towards you, reaching out.

Her hands landed on your ass, palming it as she pulled you closer. You wound your arms around her neck, kissing her slowly as if she wasn’t burning up with need. She pulled you closer, kissing you deeper until she felt you melt against her. The way you whined into her mouth went right between her legs.

Her lips trailed down, nipping at your earlobe before she found your pulse point. Your head fell back as she began to suck, one of her legs slotting between yours again. The breathy moan that fell from your lips made her press more insistently against you, wanting to hear it again. The flush of pride from the way your hips pressed down against her thigh made her nip at your skin.

“Fuck, Mel,” you groaned, “want you so bad.”

“I know you do, baby.”

She kissed you again, hauling you up into her arms. Your legs wrapped around her waist, kissing her deeper, longer, as if you’d never get enough of her. She hummed, slowly ascending the stairs. You were whimpering, tongue mapping your mouth.

Lowering you onto her mattress, she sunk her teeth into your lower lip again, certain she’d never grow tired of the way you arched towards her when she did. Your fingers buried themselves in her hair, tugging in a way that set the fire flaming high within her.

“Please, Mel,” you moaned as her hands skimmed up your body.

She cupped your breasts, leaning back to watch the way your eyes glazed over when her thumbs found your hardening nipples through the soft fabric. Your hands found her hips, fingers digging in, pulling until she landed on the bed, knees landing either side of your lap.

“I hope you know,” she murmured, pinching at one nipple, “I’m planning on fucking you in this dress.”

“I was hoping you would,” you said.

“And then I’m gonna undress you and fuck you on every surface in my house,” she said, watching the way your mouth fell open.

Your hands slid up her spine, pressing her forward as you surged up to kiss her. She nipped at your bottom lip, beginning to slowly roll your nipple, listening to your small sigh. You were arching into her touch and she smiled against your lips.

“Need you,” you groaned as she sucked your earlobe into her mouth.

Her teeth scraped over it as she moved one hand down, finding the hemline of your skirt again. She skimmed her fingertips up your inner thigh. They parted under her touch. She lifted herself off your lap, just enough to push your legs further apart, hand cupping over your heat. Pushing your underwear aside, she stroked her finger through your folds, enjoying what she found there.

“Is this all for me, baby?” she asked.

“Yes,” you hissed, “all yours. Please. Mel, please.”

The sound of you begging was music to her ears. She slowly began to circle your clit, watching as your face contorted in pleasure, hands squeezing her hips.

“Or maybe instead of fucking you right now, I should just keep touching you like this. Keeping you right on the edge,” she said, finger ghosting against you instead of giving you what you wanted, “showing up in this dress, trying to get me worked up, making me jealous. Maybe you don’t deserve to cum.”

“No,” you whined, “just wanted to be pretty for you.”

“Just for me?” she asked.

“Only for you,” you gasped, hips shifting to try and get her to touch you more.

“And who’s are you?” she asked.

“Yours,” you groaned as she touched you more insistently, “only yours.”

“Good girl.”

The way your mouth fell open again, a breathy moan and hips jumped towards her touch had her very interested. Something to file away to explore later. You pulled her into another kiss as her finger found your entrance. Your hips bucked up. She sucked your bottom lip into her mouth, finger pressing into you.

Your head fell back, your strangled groan like music to her ears. The column of your neck on full display was more than she could resist, lips pressing to it, running along it, tasting your skin. She slowly began to pump her finger, quick to add a second when you begged her for more. Her thumb found your clit again.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

She curled her fingers, her name falling from your lips like a prayer. She would worship your body to hear you just like that over and over again.

“Being so good for me, baby,” she said.

You whined, internal muscles fluttering around her fingers.

“Look at you,” she continued, “so beautiful, so gorgeous, all mine.”

Her teeth sunk in where your shoulder met your neck. Your strangled gasp was loud in her ears. She wanted to leave her marks littering every inch of your body. She wanted to see where she’d been later. She wanted you to know who owned your body when you looked in the mirror.

“Come on, baby,” she murmured, “tell me what you want.”

“You,” you gasped out, “just you.”

The palm of her hand ground against your bundle of nerves, fingers slamming into you. You were a moaning mess under her touch, begging her, words turning incomprehensible. She drew back, watching you, wanting to have this moment burned into her brain forever. There was nothing so beautiful as you desperate for her. No one was ever going to touch you like this again.

“Cum for me,” she whispered.

You cried out her name, muscles clamping down on her fingers. She worked you through it, drinking in every single moment. There was no part of you she didn’t want, no part of you that wasn’t beautiful. The blissed out smile on your face only made her want you more.

You reached for her, drawing her into another kiss, slow and steady. Her fingers were still buried in you and her thumb brushed against your clit. You made a small noise, muffled by her mouth and she did it again, feeling the flutter of internal muscles again.

“Mel,” you mumbled against her lips.

“Yes, hon?” she asked, drawing back.

You were looking at her like she’d hung the stars for you and like you wanted to devour her. She pressed another lingering kiss to your lips.

“What is it, sweetheart?” she coaxed, thumb brushing your clit again.

You inhaled sharply, eyes falling closed as your hips bucked up.

“Tell me,” she murmured, lips finding the soft spot behind your jaw.

“Wanna taste you,” you mumbled.

She pulled her hand from your underwear, sucking her fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over her skin, tasting you. She groaned, wanting to drink right from the source.

“Mel,” you whined.

“In a moment, hon,” she said.

Tugging your ruined underwear from your body, she knelt between your thighs. Tongue swiping through your folds, she groaned. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pressing you closer as she feasted on you.

You were a babbling mess above her, thighs squeezing either side of her head. She moaned against your hot cunt, not able to stop herself. Your hips jumped up towards her, fingers tightening. Swirling over your bundle of nerves and dipping into your entrance, you writhed above her, her name nothing but a chant as you pressed her closer.

Your taste was driving her crazy. She could spend hours between your thighs, making you cum over and over again. She’d never wanted someone so much, never wanted anyone so badly.

You stiffened above her, fingers pulling on her hair. She lapped at you, cleaning you up, before she sat back on her heels, smirking up at you. With the back of her hand, she wiped your arousal from her chin, the flush of pride racing through her veins.

You tugged on her hair again, trying to kiss her. Her knees creaked but she let you drag her back onto the bed. Your kiss was needy, sloppy, warm, and she wanted every second of it.

“Still wanna taste you,” you mumbled against her lips.

“In a bit, sweetheart,” she said, “I think you need to catch your breath first.”

She tugged you further up the bed, settling down against the pillows. You curled against her side, and even with a need thrumming between her legs, just having you pressed to her side was a thrill. Your head rested on her shoulder, arm curling around her waist as you pressed closer.

“You still haven’t undressed me,” you murmured, lips brushing against her neck.

“We’ll work our way up to that,” she replied.

“Mel?”

You looked up at her, hair in disarray and eyes bright. You blinked and she realised she’d been staring at you.

“Yes, hon?” She brushed some of the hair away from your face.

“Were you really that jealous?” you asked.

“Yeah, hon,” she said, “I really was.”

You gave a self satisfied smile, snuggling against her again. Her hand slowly swept along your spine, enjoying the way you wiggled closer to her. Her lips pressed to the top of your head and you sighed.

“I’m not going home this weekend, am I?” you asked.

“No chance,” she replied.

“Good.”

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Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 2

Whoohoo! The second chapter is here!!! Again I don't know how long it's going to be as it as already topped out at 10k, which is where I thought it was going to be. But I am nearing the end, so maybe another couple of chapters, which would make it about half the length of the other two.

In this we have the bottle scene and Dustin finds out about Steve and Eddie.

Part 1

~

When Keith relieved Steve and Robin, Max and Dustin followed them out to Steve’s car and they all piled in.

“I have to stop at the store to pick up some things for him,” Steve said, pulling out of the parking lot. “He pretty much had to book it with only the clothes on his back.”

“Oh shit,” Max said, “I didn’t even think about where he would get food and shit from!”

Steve just rolled his eyes.

They parked at Melvand’s and Steve hurried inside, the three of them following close behind. He grabbed a cart and sent Dustin for hygiene stuff and Max for drinks. He grabbed all of Eddie’s favorites and booked it to the check-out lane.

As they were walking to the car, Max cocked her head to the side. “How did you know what Eddie’s favorite food and drinks were?”

“Yeah,” Dustin said, crossing his arms. “And how did you know what deodorant he uses was?”

Steve turned around slowly, his eyes wide and a grimace on his face. “We’re friends?”

“That doesn’t account for everything you bought, Steve,” Dustin huffed. “I wouldn’t be able tell you what Lucas’s favorite cereal is.”

“It’s Froot Loops,” Max said dryly. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Shit. That’s why.”

Dustin turned to her with a frown and then back to Robin and Steve who were practically begging Max to shut up. Then his own eyes went wide. “Oh!”

Steve buried his head in his hands and moaned. His life was over. He was sure of it.

“You’re dating Eddie?” Dustin asked cocking his head to the side. “Wait is that why you wouldn’t date Robin? Because you were already with someone?”

Robin grinned. “Yup! Though to be fair I only know because truth serum sucks, but yeah totes not his type.”

“So you’re type is awesome,” he continued with a grin, “just in a ‘not girls’ kind of way.”

“Thank you for not ragging on my taste, I guess,” Steve said raising his head. He turned to Max and tilted his head. “I thought you figured it out ages ago, if I’m honest. So I’m a little surprised you didn’t know.”

Max shrugged her shoulders. “I figured it was none of my business. Friends, close friends, fuck buddies, boyfriends. Didn’t matter to me. There were guys like that out in Cali. Just always hanging out and close and shit.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance and then Robin said with a grimace, “You do realize that they were probably gay and couldn’t be open about it, right?”

“Oh.”

Steve put rubbed his face and then sighed. “Look, Eddie’s waiting for us and I’d rather not keep him waiting.”

“Oh!” Dustin said, jumping as though he had been stung. “Right! Eddie! God. Where is my head today?”

They all piled into the car and Steve started driving. They got about halfway to Lover’s Lake when he looked into the rearview mirror at Max and Dustin. “You understand, you can’t tell anyone about me and Eddie, right?”

Max and Dustin shared a glance. “Of course.”

~

In hindsight, poking Eddie with the oar when he so keyed up wasn’t the brightest idea he ever had. As evidenced by the broken bottle at his throat. He tossed the oar to the side and gently touched Eddie’s elbow.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve purred. “It’s okay. It’s just me. Dustin’s here. Robin and Max too. But I need you to put down the bottle.”

Eddie’s hands shook as his stared at Steve as if he was seeing monsters. Steve’s other hand came up and stroked the skin above Eddie’s belt.

“Come on, rockstar,” he murmured. “Can you let me go? You can still have the bottle, babe. I promise.”

“Eddie, it’s just Steve,” Dustin pleaded from behind him.

Eddie looked back at him and then to Steve before his eyes cleared and recognition hit. The bottle fell from numb fingers and he collapsed into Steve’s arms.

“There you are,” Steve murmured. “I’ve got you now. I’ve got you, baby.” He started pressing kisses to parts of Eddie’s face. His nose, his cheek, his forehead, his lips, his temple and his jaw. All the while his hands where rubbing his sides, muttering soothing words. Just comforting him the best that he could.

“I’m sorry Stevie,” Eddie whimpered. “I couldn’t trust my own eyes. Not after what happened. I was so scared.”

“Tell us about it,” Steve said softly. “Come on, let’s sit you down.”

Steve moved them over to a nearby milk crate and sat Eddie down. Eddie immediately curled in on himself as Steve stroked his back.

Eddie then began his tale. Of how he was looking for the drug Chrissy was asking for because he never kept the heavier stuff on him in case he got pulled over by the cops. But when he found it and came back out to her, she couldn’t move. She was stuck staring ahead and then the worst thing happened. Chrissy rose into the air and her limbs twisted and snapped as her eyes bled, all Exorcist style.

“Shit,” Dustin said, eyes wide. “That’s new. That’s not something that has ever happened before.”

Max and Robin agreed. “I’ve only been around since the second go round,” Max said, “but that shit’s crazy.”

“I’m not gonna lie, man,” Dustin huffed. “This is some real cult of Vecna shit.”

That startled a laugh out of Eddie and even Steve smiled.

“Got have it named after some D&D monster,” Steve said shaking his head fondly. “It’s tradition.”

“In all fairness to the first one,” Dustin said with a wince, “Will’s disappearance seemed to mirror his defeat to the demogorgon in our game. It was before we knew what the freaky ass thing looked like.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side and then nodded. “Fair.”

“Do you think you’ll be safe here?” Steve asked. “I don’t want to leave you here if you think other people will find you.”

Eddie looked around at everything they brought him and then nodded again. “I know where the hide-a-key is.”

“I also brought you some of your books and D&D stuff that you left at my house,” Steve said with a half shrug, “so you don’t get bored and accidentally do something stupid.”

“Hey!” Dustin and Eddie cried together.

Steve sighed. “Look, I know you really look up to Eddie. It’s all I’ve heard for the last seven months, but trust me when I say, left to his own devices, Eddie will find mischief if it’s to be had.”

Eddie sniffed, offended. “I think you’ve been hanging out with Jeff too much, thank you!” He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

Steve kissed him on the cheek. “I learned that one from Uncle Wayne, honey. But are you sure you’ll be all right?”

Eddie nodded and then just curled up into Steve’s side with a sigh. “Poor Chrissy. She must have been so scared.”

Steve kissed the top of his head. “I liked her too. She was a sweet girl. Mom was a grade A bitch, but Chrissy was sweet.”

“Uh...” Robin said raising her hand, “not to like be a wet blanket or whatever, but it’s starting to get really dark and my mom will kill me if I’m out late for the second night in a row.”

Steve gave Eddie a squeeze and stood up. “Let’s get Eddie into the house and all his stuff, then we’ll drive out the other direction and hope we can keep people off Eddie’s scent long enough for this blow over. I’ll send Nancy over to Wayne in the morning to let him know what’s going on. Dustin, get my spare walkie talkie out of the car, so Eddie has a way to communicate with us.”

Dustin hurried to do just that as everyone else helped get Eddie’s stuff into the house. Eddie pawed through the bags and humming happily at Steve’s choices.

“Never let it be said that Steve doesn’t know how to treat a boy, right,” he purred as he popped open a bottle of Yahoo and started chugging it.

“Why aren’t you concerned that we might be against you and Steve being together?” Dustin asked suspiciously.

Steve burst out laughing as Eddie shook his head.

“Dude,” Eddie huffed with a raised eyebrow, “his dad is like textbook homophobic, he’s perfected the art of us appearing to be ‘just’ friends for over a year. If you guys weren’t safe, you wouldn’t be able to tell any different.”

Dustin blinked at him in confusion.

“Yeah,” Max said with a half shrug. “That tracks. See you later, don’t die and don’t be stupid.”

Steve gave Eddie a quick peck on the lips. “Love you Eds. We’ll figure this out. We’ll be on so this. Hell, with Nancy on the case it should be solved before breakfast tomorrow.”

Once Steve had gotten them all bundled into the car and half way down the road when Dustin suddenly screamed, causing Steve to swerve off the road.

“Holy shit, dude!” Max said hitting his arm. “What the fuck was that about?! You could’ve gotten us killed.”

“Over a year!” Dustin huffed, kicking the back of the driver’s seat. “You’ve been dating for over a year! When did you start dating?”

Steve rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t remember the exact date...” he taped his head, “but it was before Valentine’s Day, because this was the second Valentine’s we’ve had together as a couple.”

“That long?” Dustin whimpered. “You didn’t trust us?”

The car got deathly silent as they all took that in.

“It’s like that old saying if you want to keep a secret between two people,” Steve said, hands gripping the steering wheel tight, “you’ve got to kill them both or whatever.”

“You only need to kill the one,” Robin said gently. “But yeah, the more people who know they’re dating the more dangerous it is for them. If word got back to Steve’s dad or even his old friends they could really hurt him.”

“Oh.”

Steve shifted the car back into gear and started making his way to Hawkins again, letting Dustin sit with that information.

“Who knew?” came the quiet murmur from the backseat.

“Jonathan guessed right off the bat,” Steve said, eyeing Dustin in the rearview mirror. “And he told Nancy, which I really really wish he hadn’t. She made a lot of trouble for me just before I graduated.”

Dustin raised his head. “She did? Why would she do that?”

“Because Steve doesn’t like both,” Max said softly, “he’s gay. I’m not sure I wouldn’t be pissed at Lucas if I found that out about him.”

Dustin looked over at Max and then really sat with that information. “That was still mean of her.”

Steve smiled in the mirror again. “Thanks, bud.” He tapped the steering wheel with his fingers as he thought about it. “The whole of the ‘85 Hellfire club.”

“What?!” Dustin and Max squawked.

“They figured out I liked boys before I did,” Steve explained. “Plus, they were there for me when things got really bad with my dad. Stuff I’m not going to tell a bunch of middle schoolers, no matter how close we are.”

“That’s bullshit,” Dustin huffed, crossing his arms and slouching down in his seat. “You can tell me anything.”

“Yeah and what would you have done if I told you my dad is verbally abusive, huh?” Steve snapped. “There is nothing it would have done except make you worry every time they came home.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. Because Steve was right. There were some things he couldn’t tell his best friend or his mom, because they wouldn’t understand. And this was definitely something he couldn’t understand.

“So,” Steve said after a couple of miles in silence, “that’s about it, except Wayne. Of course Wayne knows.”

“Wayne is acceptable,” Dustin said with a sniff.

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Steve drawled.

~

Part 3

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[thescriptorium]

@rheuiao and i have been COOKING in chat and need to share

don’t shoot me, but i would’ve loved to see caitlyn be even MORE of a villain but tbh some of yall could not handle all that. so let me explain:

i think it would’ve been so entertaining, so devastating and perfect if Caitlyn really did fall into this puppeteer-dictatorship where she was strung up on a throne, and blamed for all of Ambessa’s wishes and desires.

Because she’s not only a Kiramman, but an outcasted Kiramman, ever since she was a child, right? Nobody liked her, she had no friends other than Jayce, who was always older and too busy for her. She can take the heat and the pressure and the shit-talk because she’s already used to it. From childhood, to rookie enforcement. Her natural state is this stoic neutrality, this Mask she wears to preserve herself, her family name.

The mask she wears now, to preserve this reputation being crowned on her. This cold, calculating commander whom no one can cry or convince to move illogically.

So seeing Caitlyn slowly deteriorate, episode by episode, giving up her morals in Ambessa’s pursuit of justice, would be so awful and lovely to watch.

To think that Caitlyn in season one breaks Vi out of jail, only now to be the one imprisoning people. To be re-poisoning streets after dismantling shimmer factories, to be completely emotionally devoid after hugging a shimmer-ravaged stranger in one of the deepest cracks of the sumps.

It would be a complete unraveling of her character. We get to the bones, we get the worst of her, of what she’s capable of. What her name and power in this story is capable of.

We learn this is someone to be feared. Who doesn’t flinch under rage or hatred, who doesn’t care to be known or understood so long as her orders are followed.

And then just as she reaches this point of being “unredeemable” the mask finally drops. It’s unexpectedly terrifying. Everything turns on its head.

And then Caitlyn proves yet again that no one ever truly knows what she’s planning, or her next move. No one knows that she’s always been one step ahead, and this betrayal of Ambessa has been a long time coming. Because she’s known about her manipulative memorial attack, she’s known that Ambessa has been grooming her. She’s been seething and biding her time and now she gets to enjoy the grim realization on her face as Caitlyn finally outsmarts her.

Her torturous patience, her ruined reputation, the loss and betrayal of her one true love—every single knife has prepared her for this moment. The final kill. The one that bleeds her dry, that tears into her, that makes her this monster.

But it’s a monster worth redeeming. It’s a monster that understands why Jinx blew up the council. After seeing firsthand (and abusing herself) the control Piltover has over Zaun. How much they’re responsible for ruining their land, their health, their lives. It’s her lowest moment and it’s when our Caitlyn finally returns, only with blood on her hands.

Blood she can’t clean off. Blood she can’t take back. Blood that flashes now when she closes her eyes, when she finally cries into them at what she’s done.

I think her lines of “no amount of good deeds can undo what we’ve done” would be so much stronger here, if she added, “but it doesn’t mean we don’t try.”

This is when we see the start of Caitlyn’s lore, finally taking shape. The Sheriff of Piltover, this beautiful, immovable staple of the city. Who can command airships and snipe foreign infiltrators, and solve any mystery thrown her way.

She can be known as ruthless, cold and calculating, a complete dictator to work with. But we know that’s just the mask, because we’ve seen how she is in quiet moments with Vi. With people she’s saved. That tenderness that never really went away in season one, even for a stranger.

Her redemption starts with giving up her Council seat to a leader of Zaun. It’s relieving herself of this corruption that comes with her name, her status. She uses what remaining power she has to release Jinx from captivity, and ban inhumane cells in Stillwater. She reinforces the ventilation tunnels for their original purpose and tries to sleep at night. She can’t undo her mistakes but she can continue making changes that are worthwhile. She can threaten to pull funding from the Wardens when violence builds, and keep archives of dirty secrets—just in case anyone with power gets too out of line.

Caitlyn could earn our trust back, with all these small unseen steps. She can pull the strings of this city, but no amount of good deeds will redeem her from what she’s done. So she works tirelessly and isolates in her family mansion.

And her only indulgence is one of love. The quiet nights she expects to be alone, only to find Violet by her window—opening the glass and simultaneously her heart. Her cold, unredeemable heart that Vi accepts without hesitation, for reasons she’ll never come to understand. Other than Vi being the only good in the world, while she represented everything evil.

Caitlyn does not believe she’s a good person. But what makes her so bittersweet as a character is that she works hard to be. All because of these devastating lessons she had to learn.

Being good is a choice someone like her has to make. It has to be a consistent breaking against this mold of privilege and power. For Vi, for people like her. The hope of that statement.

For the love of a stranger, and the grief of a mother—who died trying to vote for peace.

[aphroditeinthesea]

heyyyy could you write jason x daughter of Poseidon. where the reader gets taken with percy to camp jupiter and when the argo two arrives jason and the reader slowly become flirty friends. but at a very unfortunate time they flirting turns too real.

“ sparks fly ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡️

i really don’t like how this turned out but i hope it’s okay that this is half hcs, half one shot-ish and tbh i didn’t wanna post this but also didn’t wanna like ignore this request

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- y/n was holding onto her brother’s arm as she tried to get through the crowd of people

- “is that…?”

- but her brother didn’t hear as his green eyes locked with grey ones

- but she heard reyna speak and her attention turned to someone else

- “jason grace, my former colleague”

- when she looked forward, she saw the most beautiful boy she had ever laid eyes on

- although she was soon distracted by her brother leaving her grasp

- she let go of his arm and let him run to his girlfriend

- as everyone watched the scene unfold, she turned to look back at the son of jupiter

- only to find blue eyes meeting hers

- she quickly looked away but couldn’t hide the pink on her cheeks

- when she got to know him, the way she felt only grew

- she found herself doing everything in her power to talk to him

- sitting next to him at meals or even acting like she needed help with something she could completely do herself

- “hey, jason, can you grab that for me?” she would ask, pointing to a high shelf

- “yeah of course,” he would always respond

- but she would watch as his shirt would slightly show his abs as he leaned up

- and percy would be standing behind her like🧍‍♂️

- but when a monster attacked the ship and was 2 seconds away from killing jason???

- y/n was there in a second, slicing that monster

- and jason was like “that was amazing for someone who can’t open a jar of pickles”

- and she was like “i know right”

- or when she came into his room late at night after having a nightmare

- “is it okay if i stay with you?” she whispered into the darkness

- “of course,” he was already awake so he scooted over to make room for her

- she quickly took the spot next to him and let herself burrow next to him

- “why didn’t you ask your brother?”

- she couldn’t think of an answer

- after all, there was her brother or annabeth, who she had known for far longer than the boy she laid next to

- she just sighed and finally spoke again

- “i knew you’d be awake”

- that wasn’t the last time she did that either

- every nightmare she had, she would find her way to his room where he welcomed her with open arms

- but when percy and annabeth fell into tartarus, the nightmares only worsened

- night after night, she would wake up in a sweat

- she got too embarrassed to keep bothering jason, which he took notice to

- one night he found her sitting in the mess hall, staring off into space

- “y/n?”

- she looked up at him and tried to force a smile

- “are you okay?”

- “why wouldn’t i be?”

- he took the seat next to her, “can’t sleep?”

- she shook her head, “i just know i’ll be waking up soon enough from a nightmare, so why even try?”

- he worriedly looked at her, but she wouldn’t even face him

- “you need to sleep, y/n,” he whispered

- she stayed silent

- “you can stay in my room, i really don’t mind”

- still silence

- “y/n?”

- “i don’t have a crush on you,” she suddenly spoke and looked up at him

- his eye widened, “what?”

- “i thought i had a crush on you, but i don’t, jase”

- he felt his heart heavy as he still stared at her

- “jason, i am so in love with you”

- he completely froze, his brain basically short circuiting

- kind of literally too as his hands slightly sparked when she spoke

- “i’m sorry, i had to tell you. there’s just so much going on right now, and trying to hide that was just one more thing i had to stress about”

- “no, y/n, it’s okay”

- “really?”

- “really.”

- she looked away, “i should get to bed anyways”

- she began walking away but he followed behind her, “wait”

- she turned around, waiting for the embarrassment to hit her

- but instead only a pair of lips did

- “i love you, too.”

- she didn’t say anything as she pulled him into another kiss

[howi99]

Son of the blue lion chapter 2

In the middle of the night, someone is entering RWBY'S dorm

*poke poke*

Yang: Mghn.... zzzzz

*poke poke*

Yang: *mumbling* Ruby, stop it, it's too early-

???: *whispering* Yang, i need your help.

Yang: *still half asleep* ... Jaune? Why are you...

Jaune: You got a motorcycle, right? I need to use i-

Yang: *now fully waking up* Woah there! Bumblebee isn't something that i- mfhm!?

Jaune: *placing his hand on her mouth, making a silence gesture* Don't wake up the other.

Yang: ... *Slowly nod*

Jaune: *removing his hand* Now, i know Bumblebee is like your baby, and i wouldn't ask you for help if i didn't have to leave but-

Yang: *aghast but still whispering* You are leaving!? W-why?! *As her eyes get used to the dark, she can see that Jaune is in his complete armor.* Does it have anything to do with what happened yesterday?

Jaune: *looking away* It's... nothing any of you should be worried about. I don't want anyone else to be hurt.

Yang: ... *Shaking her head* I can't just let you go alone, just wait for me and-

Jaune: *fear in his eyes* No!

RWB_: *Waking up from the sound*

Ruby: *looking at the source of the sound* What the... Jaune?

Weiss: *taking her scroll to get a bit more light* Why are you here!?

Blake: *take one look at him* ... You know, if you wanted time alone with Yang, you should have told me.

Jaune: ... Shit.

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Team RWBY is now looking at Jaune, who is now sitting on a chair

Weiss: *massaging her temples* So let me get this straight; you enter into our dorm in the middle of the night in full fighting gear so you could get Yang motorcycle to go fight an evil man in Vale... *Look at Blake* Ever got an impression of déjà vue?

Jaune: *sigh* That's the best i can say, yes.

Ruby: But why don't you want our help?

Jaune: ...

Yang: Wait... Is that man..?

Jaune: *looking at the ground* He was one of them, yes.

Yang: *eyes glowing red* And you wanted to go fight him alone!? Didn't you warn Blake of the same thing?! That she would get killed if she tried going against the White Fang by herself?

Jaune: *shaking his head* It's not the same, nothing is the same.

Blake: Ok, that will be the kettle calling the pot black, but what do you mean it's not the same? I almost died at the dock and against the mecha. Had it not been for my team...

Jaune: We don't have the same goal at all. *Getting up* You want to stop the white fang, yes? Well, what *point to himself* ""I""wants is to murder the sons of bitches who tortured my best friend!

The room turn silent

Ruby: ... Murder? But... You are one of the kindest guys I know!

Jaune: *Turn to Ruby* Well guess what? I'm not! I'm a monster and all of you already know! You just all like pretending i never spoke about my past and what i did!

Blake: You were forced!

Jaune: Forced? I was forced to see a bunch of kids die while they drained me of my blood for that damn crest! But when it came to killing the slavers, you think i hesitated?! When it comes down to killing a man in cold blood, i highly doubt any of you could deal with the guilt! And look at me! I'm perfectly fine!

Yang: No you are not! You told us how awful you felt after killing them even if it was to save others!

Jaune: *punching the wall, leaving a hole* CAN'T YOU SHUT UP!?

Yang: *flinching, then goes to say her piece of mind before stopping, as she sees him cry*

Jaune: *trying to wipe his tears* I CAN'T LET YOU GET HURT DAMN IT! I-I CAN'T PUT ANYONE IN DANGER! I... I WON'T LET ANYONE ELSE LIVE THROUGH WHAT I DID! I... I...*Looking at Yang, tears falling slowly* i can't live with the thoughts of my friends getting hurt or killed...

???: *sigh* And what about us? Aren't we allowed to not see you hurt?

RWBY+J: *turning to the door, seeing the rest of team JNPR*

Pyrrha: *crossing her arms* Imagine how horrible WE would feel if anything happened to you.

Nora: *sniffling* I don't want to see more people go...

Ren: And even less our fearless leader.

Jaune: *sigh* Guys- *get slapped*

Ren: *looking at Jaune in the eyes* You really thought you were the only one who had it rough during the years? I saw my village get destroyed, the few survivors getting either kidnapped or killed. You think i... No, *point to Nora then himself* WE never wanted to avenge them? Nora also has a crest, what do you think we had to do so she wouldn't get caught?

Jaune: ... *Sigh* I just... I just wanted to protect you guys-

Pyrrha: *shaking her head* No, you wanted to die a hero, try redeeming yourself by fighting someone who is far above us in terms of power.

Jaune: ....

Nora: *goes to Jaune, hugging him* Please... Let us help...

Jaune: ... *Look at everyone, then back at Nora* Tsk, way to make me feel bad. Fine! You all win! I won't go get myself killed.

Nora: *hugging him tighter* That's not what we asked...

Jaune: ... *Sigh* Everyone, i need help.

Nora: *now looking up at him, still hugging him* Now we are talking!

[morningstargirl666]

hie!! obsessed with your fic and while (patiently) waiting for updates, i have THE biggest craving for fics with the same vibes as your fic & The Wolf by yokan. for instance, fics with caroline in NOLA with lots of mikaelson family dynamics and just her being around them or being considered as a part of their family. i'm lowkey a sucker for found-family kinda tropes if its not obvious lol.

i haven't read alot of kc fics yet so honestly just hit me with any fic!! popular or underrated everything works since i'm technically very new in the fandom! :D

thankyou for the recs in advance!!

Thanks so much! Specifically NOLA fics:

Blood and a Quick Murder (and isn't that how it always is) by KS_Caster

After a magical accident turns Caroline into a human, she discovers that her values don't match up with her friends' like she thought they did. She discovers that some choices are permanent - and some aren't. Oneshot - complete.

Whisper To Help Me Remeber by LaLainaJ

Put down by Tristan Klaus waits. And plans. Once awakened he's thrilled to set out and get revenge. A wrinkle forms when he hears news of Caroline, and is told that she's been working for his enemies. Klaus is determined to find out why, and soon learns that something is not quite right with her. He'll fix it, whatever it takes. Uses TO characters but ignores most TO canon.

Like The Sun Shines by LaLainaJ

"Klaus finds himself blinking down at his phone for an embarrassingly long length of time while he filters his brother's usual nonsense and the pertinent information sinks into his brain. Caroline is in New Orleans." It's an average Wednesday in NOLA until it isn't.

Fallen by klarolineepiclove

Caroline Forbes was a woman with a secret. Running from a shattered past, she settles in New Orleans, determined to disappear in the crowds and chaos. When her path continually crosses with the Mikaelson family, her plans go awry. When she finds herself drawn to the charasmatic Klaus, she begins to wonder: How far can you run before the past catches up with you? AU/AH Klaroline

Break Your Promise by Fearfrost

"What can I do?" He breathed. He knew in that moment listening to her fall apart hundreds of miles away he'd do anything she asked. "Break your promise."

Wicked Schemes by willowaus

Old family secrets lead Caroline on a journey of self-discovery and into the dark underbelly of New Orleans as Klaus works to reclaim his kingdom and rebuild the family he's slowly destroyed over the centuries. A TVD/The Originals crossover.

Someone's First Choice by unpublishednovelist

How many times can Tyler put their relationship on hold, ignoring her calls and hiding in the mountains of Appalachia, before Caroline finally snaps? He's pushing her away. Who could blame her for being pushed to something else? Someone else --- A rewrite of the TVD S5E1 scene where Tyler leaves Caroline yet another stupid message about how she's not the most important thing in his life.

throw roses into the abyss by marxandangels

Throw roses into the abyss and say: Here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive. Caroline goes to see Klaus in New Orleans after her mom's death, humanity free. That choice changes her life from the foundations, every single brick of it --- I think that the whole humanity switch thing is the dumbest plot device in TVD, but also the most interesting. What is humanity, really? What are the edges of it? What would it /actually/ mean to be able to turn that on and off?

Not NOLA, but the Mikaelson family dynamics are off the charts:

not for him a watery grave by MyLadyElise

He's saved her life, more than once. Doesn't she owe him the same? An alliance, a rescue, a race against time. A possibility. Hope. AU after Season 3: Before Sunset.

Persistence of Memory by perfectpro

Caroline comes to New Orleans, nervous to see Klaus after their last argument. As it turns out, she doesn't need to worry about him being angry. He doesn't remember the argument. After all, how can he when he doesn't even remember who she is?

a vampire, a brother, and a pack of wolves walk into a bar by banazie

In which Kol angers a pack of wolves with moonlight rings, his girls’ night out with Caroline is ruined, and Klaus feels particularly dagger-y.

where the heart moves stones by darkness_shows_the_stars

Caroline’s planned college experience in New York, so far away from her magic-infested hometown, keeps getting interruped because the Originals have apparently decided that her dorm room is free game. Getting away from supernatural drama was so much easier in theory.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by darknes_shows_the_stars

It is not unheard of. Soulmates born too far apart to ever meet. Caroline did her research thoroughly. It’s just rare. And for all that she’d known her entire life that her fated other half was dead long, long before she was even a gleam in her mother’s eye … it’s unfair. --- Everyone is born with a soulmate. It just so happens that a millennium divides Caroline from hers.

There's tons more. Search through my fic rec tag in my tumblr archive if you want more fic recs, or browse my AO3 bookmarks, I've answered a few asks like this one ✨

[thelittlegirlinwonderland]

What I'd Change about MHA

firstly, i'd put monoma in 1-a. i'd replace sato b/c i hate his character design and does he even do anything?

i'd make aizawa more of a stoic, scary looking guy but he just wants what's best for these kids. he doesn't lie to them or use ruses but he tends to push more and seems like a hardass to prepare them for the cutthroat life of heroics

i'd flesh out the characters more, their backstories, why they want to be heroes. i'd also build their relationships more. give them time to bond, spend time together outside of school without a disaster happening. filler type stuff

i like most of the plot up until the war arc, so i'd probably keep it, changing small things like stain. i think i'd make stain a former hero, like lady nagant, who saw corruption in his field and decided to handle it in the most extreme way. i would either get rid of stain attacking tensei or have it be a 'wrong place, wrong time' scenario where tensei found stain attempting to kill a different hero and wouldn't leave(similar to midoriya running in to save tenya)

ofa is one of the things about the og that annoys me. firstly, more than 9 users. probably 11-13. if it's supposed to be 2-3 hundred years since quirks, 9 doesn't make sense. especially since the first 3 were all around the same age and most of them died young. i'd also have more diverse users and quirks. i hate fa jin and gearshift, and danger sense and smokescreen don't make sense. blackwhip and float are great quirks. expand on the users' pasts as well. why were they chosen? what did they do with the quirk when they had it? also more izuku/vestige scenes. no random bakugou look alike user

i'd change a lot of the villain's stories. i'd change toga to actually be a victim of the system instead of just a blood-crazed lunatic. she was starved and didn't understand her cravings until she snapped and accidentally killed a classmate. from there, she's treated like a monster and pushed into the league who help her get the blood she needs which calms her down significantly. no wanting to become the people she loves and creepy harrasment of izuku and ochaco. just make her a scared teenage girl with no one else to go

as for shigaraki, when afo gets arrested show a slow change in his thought process, behavior, and lifestyle as he adjusts to life without the man who had been grooming and abusing him his entire life. make him realize afo isn't a helpful sensei but rather manipulating him. have him grow and reject afo and his ideas. have him start forming his own ideas of how he wants to change society

dabi is a tough one. i think i'd make him ostracized from his entire family. he had the quirk but not the body or mind for heroics. enji rejects him, rei can't stand his ambition, natsuo and fuyumi don't have anything in common and so he pushes them away, shoto is the masterpiece. this makes him more sullen and closed off. i'd have him run away instead of nearly dying and being save by afo. when he finds the league, he starts to open up more and develops more of a personality in this new family.

i wouldn't make kurogiri oboro. i think i'd scrap oboro as a whole. kurogiri is still a nomu but he has no ties to any heroes.

i'd have more people die in the war. more important heroes like all might, miruko, edgeshot, jeanist etc. bakugo stays dead, it's a tragedy that even someone as strong as him can't always win. maybe parents, friends, past classmates of the students because this is a war, collateral is going to happen. gran torino also should've died.

izuku: -make izuku's hair slowly turn white after he gets ofa so by the end it is completely white. this can be due to stress, having multiple quirks, getting a quirk when he didn't have one, etc. -all for one is his dad. this can explain why izuku can wield all of the past users' quirks, he's built to have multiple. now, this doesn't make afo a good person suddenly. he's still the man who groomed tenko and killed countless. maybe he just makes kids every now and then to get/make new quirks. it's just a game to him, he doesn't care about izuku or inko but it give izuku more personal stakes. -lean into izuku's analysis and intelligence more. -make monoma part of his friend group and have them bond over quirk analysis. -i think i'd make Mic his tutor. like how aizawa saw shinsou and decided to train him, mic sees izuku and his destructive quirk and decides to do something about it.

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie, I like your stories, they are good and inspiring. I wanted to ask you without disturbing how slashers react with a female reader who can go back in time like Max in Life is Strange.

To see a loved one die is the most painful feeling in the world. As a time traveller, you had had your share of misadventures and you always tried to do your best. But…Then you had to go through the loss of someone you never thought you had to save. And it hurt to see how you could as easily lose a slasher as you could lose anyone else.

Jason Voorhees:

Jason was simply protecting you. He protected you as some of the campers shot at you both. He used his body as a shield and held you in his arms until it was over and he died in your arms. You looked at his body and your eyes filled with tears and you let out a gut-wrenching scream as pain overwhelmed you.

You then came back in time and tried—again and again. You wanted him to stay alive. You wanted him to stay. And you tried every possible outcome and everything that you could think of. Hoping that you would find the right ending.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo was hurt badly and he knew he didn’t have much time to live. He looked at you and smiled—trying to reassure you.

"Hey, darls’…Seems like it is the end of the road for this handsome mech’, huh ?" He tried to joke, but you felt your heart clench.

You hugged him tightly.

"No…No, Bo. It’s okay. You will be okay." You sobbed and Bo smiled before kissing your forehead. He then pressed his forehead against yours as he felt his eyes slowly close.

"Tell Vince and Lessy that…for what it’s worth…I was and am proud of ‘em. I was so damn proud of being their big bro—to the end."

Before you could reply, Bo fell back on the floor.

You screamed and shook him, but no matter how much you cried and called out his name, he was gone. Hence, you had no choice but to go back. You tried again and again. It was hard seeing you fail and fail again to save him, but you had to keep trying, keep fighting…for him and for his brothers who you knew needed him just as much as he needed them.

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy sputtered blood and forced himself to smile at you. Funny. He thought he would never die—especially not for something good. But here you were, something good that he had tried to protect. And even though he was dying, Freddy was happy he got to see you one last time.

"It’s over, sweetheart. Freddy’s gotta go now." Freddy said, but you shook your head.

"I can’t. I won’t. You’re too stubborn to die, Freddy."

Freddy laughed at your words. In normal circumstances, he would have agreed, but not this time. He could feel death coming. He would go back to hell—he had avoided it long enough. He smiled and blood ran down his chin as he cupped your cheek.

"Don’t be sad, sweetheart…I will be joining old friends now."

You sobbed and hugged him tightly. When he breathed out one last time and you could see that he was really gone, you lowered his head gently on the floor before standing up and closing your eyes. Return…Turn back…You had to turn back.

Norman Bates:

You had received a call from Norman. He wanted to see you. You didn’t know why until you arrived and found a lot of dead soldiers at the door.

"Norman ? Norman !" You called for him and ran in a hurry—your heart hammering in your chest.

You searched for him everywhere until you finally found him in the back of the motel. He was holding his side where you could see blood tainting his white shirt. He turned towards you and smiled.

"Bravo, my little monster. You found me."

Your breath hitched and you quickly ran to him—your phone already out to call for help, but he stopped you. He smiled sadly and held you in his arms.

"My darling…In all those years, you are the only one who was never afraid of me. You are the only one who ever truly cared for me. I am sorry to be leaving you this way, but know that I love you, Y/N. And if my time has come, then I am happy I will be spending my last moments with you."

You sobbed against his shoulder.

"Don’t leave me…Norman."

Norman didn’t answer. You looked at him and saw that his eyes were closed. There was no more life left in him and you cried harder—the world shifting around you. You needed to find a way to save him…

Michael Myers:

"It’s…okay." Michael whispered to you as you were sobbing against his chest. He knew that the day would come when even the boogeyman would have to die…He had expected it, wished it even. But he hadn’t expected someone who would actually miss him—and yet here you were.

He looked around him at all the other slashers surrounding him. He smiled. He hadn’t expected a family, he hadn’t expected people to be there for his departure from this world…And yet, here they all were. The people he had learnt to care about and love.

They were safe. They were all safe. That was all that mattered.

And even if he wasn’t to live through the night, he was happy to know that there would be people who would remember him fondly. He thought before his hand fell to the ground.

The other slashers were all affected by the loss.

Michael was…their friend. Some slashers cried (Jason and Brahms), some remained silent (Freddy and Norman), some didn’t even know how to react because they thought that slashers were immortal (Penny and Pennywise). But all felt genuine anger and grief at the loss of the…greatest of them all. It wasn’t the death of a man, it was the death of a legend.

You looked at Michael’s face and knew that you had to do something…Hence, you looked at the other slashers and promised to bring Michael back before turning back the clock.

Pennywise:

Pennywise was alone. He had stayed behind to protect you and his brother from the Losers’ club. He stood before the door of the hospital and heard you scream from one of the windows.

"Pennywise ! No ! Don’t do this ! Please ! Come back inside !" You were crying and Pennywise turned back towards you with a small smile.

"Don’t you worry, doll. I am immortal, remember ?"

But then, he turned back towards the Losers’ Club and opened his arms wide.

"Come at me, you bunch of losers ! Let me see what you got !"

He didn’t expect it when all the losers aimed at him and started shooting silver bullets. It only occurred to him when he felt the pain and blood ran down his chin. He screamed in pain and revealed his true form before lurching at his old enemies to rip them apart—he got to one of them but he couldn’t get to all of them in time as they kept shooting at him. He felt the bullets piercing his flesh and burning his insides. He started crawling towards the door when Penny suddenly jumped from the window you were both looking at the massacre from and picked up his brother before jumping back inside the building.

Penny laid Pennywise down on the floor who let out heartbreaking dying sounds as you tried to help him…but there were too many bullets and everyone in the room knew that he was too injured. Pennywise was panting and you took his gloved hand in yours.

"Pennywise…Please. Stay." You sobbed and Pennywise chuckled before caressing your cheek.

"…Sorry, kid. Seems like I can’t stay this time around." He looked at Penny who seemed just as devastated as you. "But, take care of that big dummy for me, okay ?"

You nodded and Pennywise smiled before exhaling his last breath—his hand still in yours. Penny let out a loud scream as he knew that his brother was gone…He then glared outside and before you could stop him, he jumped out to fight the losers.

Meanwhile, you stood up shakily and rewind time to stop this fight…

Penny:

Penny was captured by the Losers’ club and when he saw the ancient silver spear…he knew that his time was up. They threw him on his knees and Penny cackled as he saw little Bevy Marsh walk forward with the spear in hand. How fitting that it would be her.

"~Sweet sweet Bevy…" He murmured and he couldn’t stop laughing. He didn’t know why he laughed. Maybe because he had lost the ability to cry long ago…As Bevy was about to pierce his heart, he heard one loud scream and looked up to see your horrified expression as you knew what was about to happen.

Penny forced himself to smile reassuringly at you. Pennywise was already dead, he would join him and his daughter wherever they were…He closed his eyes and Beverly used the spear to kill him under your tearful eyes.

"Noooo !" You screamed. And then, time seemed to slow before rewinding. You had to stop this…all of this.

Arthur Fleck:

You found Arthur on the floor of your apartment, covered in blood. You immediately knelt beside him.

"No ! Arthur ! What happened ?!"

Arthur chuckled.

"I spent so many years…so many years…trying to find my way. Avoiding death. It is quite fitting that I would die by the hands of the bat, as we all knew it would happen. It was him or me."

You cried as you tried to stop the blood from flowing.

"No. Stop talking. Please, Arthur. Stay with me. I’ll call the hospital, they’ll soon be here. Just…hold on. Hold on for me."

Arthur shook his head and smiled at you.

"It’s okay, sweetie. It’s too late." He ran his knuckles on your cheek. "I wish…I wish we had met before the world turned me into a monster. Maybe with you, I would have turned into a saint instead ? That would have been quite funny…wouldn’t you agree ?"

He then took his last breath—his eyes becoming wide and glassy. You hugged him tightly and screamed—time rewinding as you did.

[yilingpatriarchscvnt]

One glance, eternal mistake.

Zhongli x God!Reader

Angst with no comfort, regret, mention of death, character dying, blaming someone innocent.

"maybe it would have been better if we have never met y/n."

Summary: Y/n falling in love with the god of contract, who knew it would turn out this way.

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Stars of the teyvat... Yes, the fake sky and the stars. Y/n was indeed a magical creature type of god. Y/h color with a fading midnight blue to blend in with the sky, her eyes glowing like the stars that rises of up in the middle of the night. Watching all over teyvat, reporting back to the heavenly principles.

Y/n was no strong or weak god, all she could do is control over stars and look over the world. Until she fell from sky when khaenri'ah's fall started. Watching archon's destroying the innocent khaenri'ah people turning into a monster. She can't interfere, it would be illegal to the laws of teyvat and would get punishment from the upper gods.

She wake up at the mountains of liyue, Morax's territory.

Traveling around the liyue and bumping to morax accidentally, of course from her appearance morax would know she was not a ordinary mortal.

"you are not from here are you?" A cold masculine voice sent shivers down her spine. From his gaze and his stand she knew she was not a match for him.

"I came from the stars, the sky, god of contract. I watch all over the teyvat." She tried to look at him like he looked at her, trying to scare him. Well that was a dumb mistake that lent her to embarrassment.

"I see mind exchanging names, heavenly god." Who was y/n to decline that offer. Time by time they got to know each other, they made lots of friends and had fun hanging out.

All teyvat knows a heavenly god shouldn't be falling in love with someone on teyvat. Principles knows why that stupid law was there, y/n can't put up with her feeling that called 'love'. İt made her like a person who is too drunk, can't find a way to stop her day dreaming about morax. She can't keep running away from him.

She loved him so much it was hurting. Everytime she see how he looked at guizhong with those eyes, it hurt. Everytime he hold her hand it hurt. Jealousy was filled in her head but who was she to do something bad to guizhong.

The day came and y/n was ready to confess her feelings, walking to the Qingyun Peak with a foolish smile on her face.

"I'm sorry y/n but my feelings belong to guizhong." Yes, a foolish smile on her face. Which place you look you can see her face slowly turning to a sad expression. Tear in her eyes as she lowered her head accepting the truth.

They returned back to liyue harbor in silent, not saying and words to each other like they used to. Sharing a few glances but looking away quickly trying not to disturb each others presence. Or that's what morax thought, how could she be disturbed by him being next to her. That's what she needed after all.

Only after a few days, everything fell apart. Everyone turning their backs on you, you never knew why until the guizhongs death rumors came to her ears. Quickly searching for morax only to be met by his angry face towards her.

"Why are you looking at me like that morax?" That's right she doesn't know why, why did everyone suddenly turned their back on her, why did guizhong die, why morax was looking at her like he was disgusted?

"Are you really going to act like you don't know? İs that it y/n? Were you so jealous that you had to kill her?" No...no she really didn't understand what was going on.

"What are you talking about morax, I didn't do such a thing!"

"Watching over teyvat? What an absurd thing for a god. Watching over teyvat so you could spot guizhong and kill her?" Morax scoffed at the first part of his sentence, making you tear up.

"İt's not an absurd thing! İf it weren't me this world would have been nothing but a chess piece for heavenly principles! I don't use my power to kill someone morax." She ended her sentence.

"Really? So why the liyue's people are telling that they witnessed you killing guizhong?! Maybe it would have been better if we have never met y/n." The ground started to rumble as he shouted.

"I didn't do it, I am telling you! I would have already be killed by principles if I did that to a minor god!" She shouted back.

Back and forth arguing for 20 minutes led them nothing but a prison inside the cave for y/n. She did nothing wrong, it wasn't her. No creature would look exactly like her.

Days after days, weeks after week and a month. She was stuck inside that cave that morax threw her in. The rumors started to vanish like a wind. Y/n already gave up there were no stars inside the cave and she couldn't watch over teyvat. She knew she was going to be executed. Heavenly principles already planned her execution.

The false rumor reached to everyone's ear in Liyue, it wasn't y/n who killed but her another creature sent by upper gods. God of contract, morax was devastated hearing the news. He was walking to the cave where you were in really fast almost sprinting.

Only to be met by you who was already got killed, a spear pierced through your chest as you looked at him smiling for the last time. Throwing himself on to her, catching her before she fall to the ground, Holding you.

"I lied y/n, my heart and my body only belongs to you, my feelings too. I was a coward y/n, I couldn't say it that they but I really thought it was you who killed her, I was wrong. I was wrong for the first time and I am letting you die like this." He confessed.

"İt was probably principles order morax don't blame yourself" y/n said through her coughes.

"how can I not? I shouldn't have done this in first place at all. I should have trusted you, I love you so much but I couldn't trust y/n. Don't forgive someone like me."

"Morax..." Her breathing got slower.

"No...no don't- just don't die on me like this! We still have lots to do y/n, once we get back to Liyue we can spend our times together! So...please.." his voice broke at the end begging to her stay more. She caressed his cheek wiping his tears away.

"Morax, I'm getting sleepy..." Her hand fall to the ground closing her eyes and breathing his scent in for the last time.

"I understand, please sleep well my love. Dream about being on the sky and flying around the stars again my dear..." He carried her body to a high mountain that had great views at night.

He sat next to her grave watching the stars that no longer shine as bright as before. The feeling of guilt pressing down on his heart, crying like a toddler. He looked up the sky once again as he saw a shooting star.

"you must be flying freely now, you look happy."