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[riconastyfan]

#rico nasty #sugar trap #tour #tour graphics #sugar trap graphics #art #gifs #gif #anime #chibi #chibi art #chibi character

[howlingday]

April fools: Jaune continuously gets prank by everyone in his team and Team RWBY. Even Pyrrha of all people joined the fun. It’s got to the point where Jaune called his Saphron and Terra to visit beacon to help prank them all in such an unexpected way. Terra would barge through Team JNPR’s dorm get the attention of Team RWBY in the process and demand Jaune pays for child support for his son Adrian.

How does everyone react to this?

FOOLISH ARC

Blake: Ruby, do you have any twos?

Ruby: Go fish.

Blake: ...Ruby, I've gone through the entire list of cards, and you've said, "Go fish" every time.

Ruby: I don't have any twos!

Weiss: Let me see your hand.

Ruby: No! That's cheating!

Weiss: It's not cheating if you're the one cheating!

Yang: Ruby, if you have a two, just hand it over. Don't be a-

FUCKING BASTARD!

Ruby: ...

Weiss: ...

Blake: ...

Yang: ...

JAUNE ARC, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!

Yang: ...I'll get it. (Opens door) Uh, you good?

Terra: (Whirls around) No! I am not good! Not until I find Jaune Arc!

Yang: Uh, he's probably out with his team. I can call them if you want.

Terra: Are there any girls on his team?

Yang: Uh, yeah. Why?

Terra: (Kicks his door) KNOCKING UP MORE POOR GIRLS AND DITCHING THEM, JAUNE ARC?! I WILL FORCE-FEED YOUR COCK DOWN YOUR OWN FUCKING THROAT!

Yang: Graphic. Hey, uh, Weiss? Can you call... Ren and ask him where Jaune is?

Weiss: Uh, okay?

Terra: Is Ren another one of his girlfriends?

Yang: Uh, no, I don't think he is.

Weiss: I'm calling him now.

Yang: So, uh, how do you know Jaune?

Terra: He's the worst mistake of my life.

Yang: Uh... huh.

Terra: (Sighs) Sorry, I'm just really pissed off. (Extends hand) I'm Terra. I'm the mother of Jaune's baby.

Yang: ...I'm sorry, what?

Weiss: Yang, they're saying he disappeared into a hotel. There was a woman waiting for him at the door.

Yang: Uh-

Terra: Which hotel?!

Weiss: Uh, The Oracle?

Terra: (Runs off) I'M COMING FOR YOU, JAUNE ARC!

Weiss: Yang, what's going on?!

Yang: I'll explain it on the way there! Right now, we gotta go save Vomit Boy!

Ruby: What?! Why?!

Yang: No time, Ruby! We gotta go!

---------------------------------------------------

Terra: (At the front desk)

Yang: There she is!

Nora: Stop her!

Terra: STAY OUT OF MY WAY! (Sprints up the stairs)

Pyrrha: (Stops at the desk) I need you to call the police! That woman is going to assault my team leader!

Clerk: Um, okay?

Ruby: I got her! (Petal bursts up) Ma'am, please! Take a deep breath and- WHOA!

Terra: (Shoulder checks Ruby into a wall)

Ruby: Oogh...

Terra: (Stops at the door, Opens and enters)

Yang: CRAPCRAPCRAP! (Bangs on the door) MA'AM, OPEN UP!

Nora: Are we too late?!

Jaune: (Muffled) TERRA?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Terra: (Muffled) I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY, YOU BASTARD! YOU AND YOUR WHORE!

Saphron: (Screams)

Jaune: TERRA, PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!

Yang: (Nods to Nora)

Nora: (Readies shoulder)

Jaune: AAAAAAAAUGH!

Weiss: (Watches as the two knock it down, Steps inside) MA'AM, PUT THE KNIFE-! Huh?

Adrian: Pew! Pew! (Giggles)

Jaune: (Holding Adrian) Gotcha! (Chuckles)

Yang: Wh... What the hell?

Jaune: We got you guys good! Ha!

Blake: Wait, what's going on?

Jaune: You guys just got pranked.

Nora: WHAT?!

Yang: Dude, what the hell?!

Jaune: This is payback for pranking me these past few months.

Jaune: (Points to Ruby) The sugar shaker!

Ruby: What?!

Jaune: (Points to Weiss) The ice bucket!

Weiss: You spiteful-!

Jaune: (Points to Blake) The snare trap!

Blake: You were fine. Just hung upside down for a while.

Jaune: (Points to Nora) The depantsing!

Nora: Oh, come on! People call you Long Jaune now! I would kill for a nickname after my undies!

Jaune: (Points to Pyrrha) The tinfoil potato!

Pyrrha: Um, I'm sorry? I should have known tinfoil doesn't microwave well... or at all.

Jaune: (Points to Ren) The pond scum!

Ren: That was a protein shake. I didn't prank you.

Jaune: Oh... W-Well, there's still Yang, who pranked me harder than anyone else! (Lists off on his fingers) The Beowolf cake, the Cake Beowolf, the whoopie cushions, the warm water, the weighted bottle!

Yang: Yeah, but faking a homicidal baby momma?! Don't you think that's a bit extreme?!

Jaune: You made me eat bathroom grout, Yang! (Sniffs) Disguised as dinosaur chicken nuggets, too...

Adrian: (Pats Jaune's head)

Saphron: Jaune called me and told me everything, so my wife, Terra, and I came as soon as we could to help him prank back at the people who were tormenting my baby brother.

Jaune: I'm not a baby.

Yang: So this was all a big prank to get back at us?

Terra: Correct.

Nora: Ooooooh! Okay! That was pretty good!

Yang: Yeah, I'm kinda embarrassed I didn't see it sooner. I mean, there's no way Jaune has a baby with you.

Terra: ...

Saphron: ...

Jaune: ...

Adrian: ...

Yang: ...

Yang: ...HUH?!

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⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ (a meetgroot*) masterlist

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 1/3 parts | wip | word count: pending.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting: The apartment she moved to has a beautiful, well-tended garden. After a while she finds out that her neighbor is the one tending to the plants and she decides to help him out one day.

mcu-based, post-volume-three, possible secondhand embarrassment. rising sexual tension with explicit commentary and fantasy; smut in part three. check back for warnings. back to main masterlist.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 collects Parts One through Three. Part One. Sugared Violets. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ groot attempts to parent-trap his dad. ✩ Part Two. Crystallized Ginger. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ nebula talks some sense into the captain. ❤︎ Part Three. Candied Apples. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ everything bears fruit.❤︎❤︎

no skin color, hair texture, or body shape/size specified in this work - the bodies depicted below are solely present to show off the damn dress.

some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips

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[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-One: The Sauna Test

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 3,001 Warnings: fluff, lil' angst, falling elevators, almost confessions?? 👀 Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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When I woke up the next morning, I made a quiet groaning noise as I stretched my limbs. After I put my arms back down, I felt paper, so I picked it up and read it.

Olivia,

      I didn’t want to wake you. I’m downstairs in the kitchen. Come find me.

Steve ♥️

Ever since I told him he was being all domestic last night, it seemed to me that he wanted to keep that up. I mean, I was practically living with him. So, as I got up to make my way down the hall and to the stairs, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

Looking at Steve as I walked into the kitchen, the smile was still on my face. Something about Steve drinking from a coffee mug just made me… fall for him even more. The way this man is just casually being… him makes me wanna kiss him stupid.

“Hey, there, lover,” I said, softly, wrapping my arms around his middle from behind.

“Morning, baby,” he said. I could hear the smile on his lips.

“Whatcha doing?” 

“Reading the paper and drinking–”

“Coffee?” I asked, perking up.

Chuckling, he turned around and said, “Tea.”

I made a sad face, saying a sad “Oh.”

“Look over there,” he whispered, pointing.

Following the line of sight his fingers gave me, I saw a coffee pot with freshly made coffee inside. Looking back to him with a smile, I said, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” he smiled back, giving me a kiss to the tip of my nose.

He had already set out a cup for me to use, the sugar container sitting next to it. After I had poured some of the brown liquid into my cup with some of the sugar and some half&half, I turned to him, taking a sip. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yes,” he said. “You just told me that like 2 minutes ago.”

All I could do was smile at him as I took another sip of my coffee.

We chatted about this and that while we sipped our caffeine and ate our breakfast. I cleaned up the kitchen while we went and got ready for work. When he came back down, blue uniform on and all, I went upstairs to get changed.

Clad in my graphic tee and denim shorts, I strutted my way back into the kitchen, stopping when I heard Steve call my name. Looking in the direction I heard his voice, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how I passed him standing at the door and not realizing it.

Shrugging, I made my way over to him, trapping his bottom lip between mine, feeling him kiss me back instantly. “Can I kiss you stupid later?”

He nodded, kissing me once more before opening the front door and leading me out to his car after he locked the door.

~~~

Once we picked Dustin up and made it to the mall, we sent Dustin up on the roof again to spy on the Russian guys that were standing guard outside while deliveries were being made. When he had enough entail, he came to Scoops’ back room, where Robin, Steve and I were sitting.

“That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun,” Dustin informed us. “Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it.”

While Dustin was talking, I watched as Steve swirled his Scoops hat around on his hand.

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” Robin said.

Blowing into his hat to form the top of it back out, Steve said, “Well, ya’know… I could just take him out.”

“Take who out?” Robin and I asked.

“The Russian guard.” He looked over at me, my face giving off a confused expression. “What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Babe,” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Need I remind you about your track record with trying to ‘take people out’?”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin asked.

“Yes, Dustin, I did,” Steve replied. “And that’s why I would be sneaking.”

“Ah,” Dustin and I said.

“Well, please, tell me this, and be honest,” Dustin continued. “Have you ever actually… won a fight?”

Looking at my brother, I said, “Did you not hear me basically ask that?”

“Okay, you two, that was one time–” Steve said.

“Nope. Twice. Jonathan kicked your ass our Junior Year. Next.”

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

“Why doesn’t it? I watched him beat the shit out of you, AND helped you out after.”

Dustin and Steve started arguing about whether or not Jonathan’s fight actually counted. I rolled my eyes, turning my head in Robin’s direction, seeing her looking up before she said something about… something might actually working before she got up and went to the cash register, Steve and I standing at the open door watching her.

“Robin,” Steve said, taking my hand and pulling me through the door, Dustin following. “Hey, Robin! Hey, what– what are you doing?” She turned to us, backing up out of the store as she said, “I need cash.”

“Well, half of that’s mine,” Steve whined. “Where you going?”

“To find us a way into that room, a safe way,” she said, voice raised. “And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff.”

“Ah, dude,” Steve said. I looked over, seeing him take the ice cream scoop from Dustin. “Come on, man, not my scooper.” He twirled it on his finger like those cowboys do in the Westerns before placing the handle in his pocket.

“I hope you wash that before you use it,” I said.

~~~

Robin came back from her little errand a little while later with a paper in her hand, walking into the back room. “It is fascinating what 20 bucks will get you at the County Recorder’s office.”

“Care to elaborate?” I said.

Placing the gigantic sheet of paper on the table, which turned out to be the mall’s blueprints, Robin said, “Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed, looking down at the sheet.

“Not bad,” Dustin said.

I leaned down a little to look at the prints, seeing Steve doing the same from the corner of my eye, his hand on my back as Robin said, “This is us, Scoops, and this is where we want to get,” while pointing to the points on the blueprints.

“I mean, I don’t really see a way in,” Steve said.

“There’s not, if you’re talking exclusively about doors,” Robin said, flipping the page on the blueprint.

“Air ducts,” Dustin and I said.

“Exactly.”

I looked up, watching as she walked to the board to grab a marker before coming back to the table, continuing her words, “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts–” She marked where she needed to, making a circle then a line following the air ducts to another part of the blueprints, making another circle on Scoops. “Lead all the way… here.”

I looked up at the vent, trying to get ideas on who we can send up there. “We need to look inside to see how big it is to send someone in there, but unfortunately… it’s screwed into the wall.” Movement from the corner of my eye had me looking in that direction.

“Well, who’s small enough?” Robin asked.

Dustin and I looked at each other, our eyes saying the same thing before we spoke our thoughts, “Send one of us.”

Steve moved to where they kept all their hardware before getting a ladder to stand on, unscrewing the screws from the wall and pulling the vent off, handing it to me down below. Through the screwdriver in between his teeth, he said, “Flashlight.”

I took the vent from his hands, giving him the flashlight as he took the screwdriver from between his teeth as he took the flashlight from my hand, saying, “Thanks, baby.” Shining the light down the metal air duct for a moment before saying, “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I don’t know if either of you can fit in here. It’s, like… super tight.”

“Get down,” I said, tapping the back of his thigh. “Let me try.”

He jumped off the ladder before letting me climb. I tried sticking my body through, not going past the middle of my arms. I pulled out of the duct, shaking my head before jumping down. “I can’t get through.”

Looking at Dustin, he said, “I’ll fit. Trust me. No collarbones, remember?” He moved to the ladder, climbing it before putting his head and shoulders in… getting stuck at his hips. 

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin said. 

“He’s got cleidocranial dysplasia,” I said. “Basically, he’s missing some of his bones and shit.”

“He can bend like Gumbo,” Steve said.

“You mean Gumby?” Robin corrected him… or tried to as Steve looked from me back to her while he said, “Pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” Dustin said.

“Okay.” Steve moved to the ladder, grabbing Dustin’s feet and pushing, while saying, “I’ll push ya.”

“Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass.”

“What?”

“Touch my butt! I don’t care!”

“Oh, sweet shit,” I muttered, covering my mouth with my hand as Steve climbed the ladder a couple steps, pushing on my brother’s ass. I tried to contain the laughter that wanted to escape, but it came out in a chuckle.

“Come on! Harder!”

“I’m pushing!” Steve said.

“Push harder!” Dustin screamed.

I looked at Robin and started laughing as Steve and Dustin argued.

“You’re playing with my legs!”

“I’m not playing, I have terrible footing,” Steve said.

“Come on!”

“I’m just gonna shove you, ready?”

“Just shove me?”

“One, two…” Steve shoved Dustin, trying to get him into the duct more, my little brother saying, “Shit!”

“That work?” my boyfriend asked.

“One more time.”

The bell ringing had Robin and I turning our heads, my laughter dying down at seeing Erica at the front counter, saying, “Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Get over here and serve me some samples.”

Robin and I looked at each other, sharing the same idea.

I looked back at Erica and said, “Hey, Sinclair! Wanna earn a couple bucks?”

~~~

After I convinced Erica to look into the air duct, she came into the back room and did just that as Steve, Dustin, Robin and myself leaned against the counter by the window. She stepped off the ladder, turning to face us and said, “Yeah, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you can fit?” I asked.

“Oh, I can fit,” she said. “I just don’t know if I want to.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” Robin asked.

Erica scoffed, saying, “I don’t have phobias.”

It was my turn to scoff before I turned to Dustin and muttered, “Wish I didn’t.”

“Okay, well, what’s the problem?” Steve asked.

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in this for Erica,” she said.

Sighing, I stepped forward, pulling out some cash. Giving her two dollars, I said, “Here’s your pay for looking.” I leaned in a little closer to her, talking quietly so only the two of us could hear. “I’ll even convince these two sailors to give you some ice cream while you think it over.”

She looked at me for a moment, smirking a little before reaching out her hand. “Deal.”

I turned to the other three standing behind me, smiling a little. “Get her all the samples she wants, in or on what she wants.”

“Babe–” Steve started.

Holding up the rest of the cash I had on me, I said, “I’ll pay for it.”

“That’s for lunch!” Dustin whined.

“Got any better ideas?”

At his nonanswer, I walked through the doors to sit at a booth, watching as Erica put in her orders before sitting down next to me, Dustin following suit before Steve and Robin made their way to the booth as well, placing the ice creams down on the table before sitting.

Steve pushed a banana split to Erica, the young girl pushing it back, asking for more fudge. He gave me a sour look, one I knew all too well; he was upset with me, but wouldn’t be for long.

After Steve had gotten up with Erica’s banana split, Robin pulled out the folded blueprints of the air ducts, holding it up, saying, “Alright. You see this?” She pointed to the line she had drawn. “This is the route you’re gonna take.” She flipped the prints, revealing the other side of the line. “Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight.”

“Then you knock out the grate, jump down and open the door,” I added.

“Then you find out what’s in those boxes?” Erica asked.

“Exactly,” Robin answered.

“Mm-hmmm. And you say this guard is armed.”

“Yes, but he won’t be there,” Dustin said.

“And booby traps?”

“Booby traps?” Robin and I asked.

“Lasers, spikes in the wall?” Erica said.

“What?” 

Putting her hand on my arm, Erica said, “You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment.”

“See, no–” I said.

“We’ll be in radio contact with you the whole time–” Robin said.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Erica exclaimed. “Child. Endangerment.”

Sighing, Dustin said Erica’s name, the girl looking at him before he continued, “Hi. Uhh, we think these Russians wanna do harm to our country. Great harm. Don’t you love your country?”

“Oh, my god,” I whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

“You can’t spell America without Erica,” she said.

Looking back down at her, then at my brother, he and I both said, “Oddly, that’s totally true.”

“So, so, don’t do it for us,” I said, while Erica slurped on her milkshake. “Do it for your country, for your fellow man. Do it for America, Erica.”

She shivered next to me, before smiling while saying, “Oh! I just got the chills.”

I smiled, sitting up a little straighter while looking at Robin and Dustin.

“From this float,” Erica added, my confidence shattering. “Know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?”

Dustin and Robin said they did while I looked confused. 

“It means this is a free market system,” she continued. “Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many.”

“Free ice cream?” I asked.

“For. Life,” she enunciated.

~~~

“I cannot believe I’m back on this stupid roof,” I complained, leaning in between Robin and Steve.

“You’ll be fine,” Dustin said.

I looked at him, his binoculars held up to his eyes. 

“It’s all quiet here,” Robin said into the walkie talkie. “So, you’ve got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that,” Erica said, her voice coming through the walkie’s speaker. “Commence Operation Child Endangerment.”

“Are we really gonna call it that?” I asked after Robin hit the button to talk.

“See you on the other side. Nerds.”

I sighed and backed up a little from the group. Since I turned and had my back facing them, I didn’t register someone coming up behind me, hands being placed on my arms. Immediately feeling safe, I leaned back into Steve’s arms, his own wrapping around me as I sighed again. “When can we live normal lives again? Demogorgons, Mind Flayers and Demodogs, and now Russians?”

“I know, baby,” he whispered, his lips pressing to the side of my head. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I turned in his hold, looking into his eyes while putting my arms around his middle. “Really?”

Smiling, he pushed a piece of hair back behind my ear, cupping my cheek before he said, “I’ll kiss you stupid.”

I smiled a little, leaning up to kiss him; a long, sweet kiss. 

The crackling of the walkie brought me back down to reality, Erica’s voice coming through as Steve and I made our way back to the ledge. “Alright, nerds. I’m there.”

“D-do you see anything?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.”

“Any guards?” I asked.

“Negative.”

“Booby traps?”

“If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?”

“Thank you for that?” Robin answered.

I heard bangs coming from the other side of the door before Erica said, “I’m in.”

“Oh, god,” Steve breathed, right before the doors opened and Erica walked out.

“Free ice cream for life,” she said.

Dustin, Robin, Steve and I got down off the roof, making our way over to Erica and the boxes, where Steve used a knife or a boxcutter to open an Imperial Panda box… another box of some sort sitting inside.

He grabbed the handle on it, turning it, causing air to hiss out of it before lifting the lid, revealing four more handles.

“Oh, sweet shit,” I breathed.

“That’s definitely not Chinese food,” Steve said. He put the lid down, placing his hand back in the cardboard box on one of the metal handles. He looked at us all before putting both hands up and saying, “Uh, maybe you guys should, ya’know, stand back.”

Robin and Erica did as Steve asked, but Dustin and I did not.

“No,” my brother and I said.

Putting his arm across my stomach to reach Dustin, Steve said, “Just step back, okay?”

Pushing his arm down, I said, “No.”

“Baby, seriously.”

“No! You’re my boyfriend, I lo–” I stopped my words, taking in a deep breath. I placed my hand on his cheek, saying, “We’re in this together. If you die, I die.”

He sighed, knowing my determination. “Okay.” Putting his hand back on the handle, he twisted it before lifting it out of the slot it was in, revealing green… something. I’m not sure what it was. Goo? Slime? I… I didn’t know.

“What the hell?” Steve muttered.

“What is that?” Robin asked.

An answer came in the form of the room rumbling before it moved a little. I instantly put my hand on Steve’s arm, grabbing for Dustin’s hand or wrist with my other.

“Was that just me, or did the room move?” Dustin asked.

I looked at Erica as she whispered, “Booby traps.”

The room rumbled again, sending Robin into motion, grabbing for the green substance. “Ya’know what? Let’s just grab that and go.”

Steve put the lid back on the metal… container thing as Dustin went to the control panel, hitting a button… about four or five times.

“Which one do I press, Erica?” he asked.

“Just press the damn button, nerd,” she said.

“Which one?” I asked.

“I’m pressing the button, okay?” Dustin added.

“Press open door,” Erica said.

“I’m pressing open door.”

Steve moved past me saying, “Just open the– press the other button.”

Anxiety was filling me at the arguments going on, an overwhelming feeling washing over me. I was brought back to reality when I heard Robin say, “Just open the door!” before a loud clanging noise sounded.

I watched as what seemed like a wall came down, slamming shut and trapping us in this room filled with boxes with unknown substances. Then the room just… fell with all five of us in it.

I was screaming, Robin and Erica were screaming, I’m sure Dustin was screaming. Feeling arms around me, I heard Steve’s voice in my ear say, “Oh, shit,” as lights were flashing by as we made our very fast descent.

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Posted on March 18, 2024

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[cherienymphe]

The Hills XIII (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, blackmail, forced relationship, toxic relationship, underage drinking, 

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➥ Well, this is it! I thought I’d need 2 more chapters, but turns out I didn’t. I had so much fun with this series, and I was so happy with all of the positive reception! To many more Rafe fics in the future!

➥ series masterlist

summary: Unable to watch JJ look at someone else the way you wish he’d look at you, you start to distance yourself from the Pogues. In an effort to numb the pain, you make a drunken mistake, but nothing is coincidental, and you learn better than anyone that Rafe Cameron always gets what he wants.

~

JJ liked you back.

Despite what had taken place after that reveal, you couldn’t focus on anything but that. Even now, you barely registered the feel of Rafe’s hand on your throat as he snorted small white lines off of your chest. JJ liked you back, and somehow you felt like the stupidest girl in the world.

The knowledge that all of this could have been avoided if you’d just talked to him was crippling. Still, you had been so sure about everything, but somehow, once you started talking about it out loud with him…you felt silly. There was this hollow feeling in your chest that didn’t even compare to the hurt you thought you’d felt before.

You liked JJ…and he liked you back…but you couldn’t be with him.

It seemed like one big cruel joke, but Rafe was the only one who was laughing. Even though he’d made it clear that he’d targeted you, you still couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be here if you’d just coped with things better that night. It seemed pointless to dwell on ‘what if’s’ but it couldn’t be helped. In this moment, you were more angry with yourself than with Rafe. Just then, the man in question pressed his lips to yours as he pulled you up into a sitting position by your neck.

He brushed his thumb under his nose, pupils blown when his eyes met yours. Your face was even, taut as it had been for days, and Rafe laughed at that. He’d been walking around with a smug grin ever since that night, eyes alight with mischief at your misfortune.

Your relationship, if it could even be called that, had regressed back to its early days where Rafe hurt you as much and took advantage of you as much as he pleased. The thought that his blackmailing of your mom was his way of giving you a choice was laughable, but in a way, it was true. If you had felt trapped before, it was nothing compared to how you felt now.

“Smile a little, huh?” he drawled, offering you some coke. “It’s a party.”

Said party was happening in a whole other room. Rafe had dragged you into someone’s guest room over 30 minutes ago, not quite in the mood to share the booger sugar, and you sadly realized that watching him get high was the better part of your week.

“A party that I don’t want to be at,” was your response, and Rafe smirked.

“Yeah, well, you still manage to smile when I make you do a lot of things you don’t want to do.”

His words had you frowning, anger stirring in your chest, and you looked away when he laughed. He leaned in to press his lips to your neck, and you tilted your head away before standing and wiping away any coke residue from your skin. You heard him heave a light sigh from behind you.

“That attitude of your is real cute, but you’re gonna have to drop it next week.”

His words had your frown deepening, and when you looked back at him he was leaning on his elbow.

“What’s so special about next week?” you dryly wondered.

Rafe didn’t answer right away. In fact, his whole demeanor seemed to change for a split second, smile falling and eyes hardening in a way that made your heart skip a beat. He reminded you of that night on Ward’s boat or those times when he was fighting JJ…and it scared you. It only lasted for a moment, that familiar mirth returning to his eyes, but it was enough to unnerve you, nonetheless.

“The family’s going on our annual summer trip…and you’re coming along.”

You scoffed at that, folding your arms over your chest, and a protest was on your lips before you remembered that you probably didn’t have a choice. Still, you wondered how Rafe was going to force you to go anywhere with them, and that was what you asked him.

“Come on, babe,” he started, reaching for your hand. “You’re telling me you don’t want to get away from Outer Banks for a few days? I bet you’ve never even left North Carolina.”

You pursed your lips at that, loathed to admit that he was right.

“I’ll drag you if I have to, you know, but even you can’t be so stubborn to turn your nose up at a vacation you could only dream of that you’re not even paying for.”

“Days secluded God knows where with just you and your family? That’s not exactly my idea of a vacation,” you snidely replied.

Rafe gave a light laugh at that.

“Well, it’s going to have to be because you’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you here.”

You clenched your jaw.

“…besides someone has to keep Sarah company aside from Wheezie, right…?”

Your eyes met his at that, and the reminder that Sarah would also be going relaxed you a bit. You rolled your eyes, too defeated to argue. The last one had escalated into something ugly, and you absentmindedly circled your wrist from when Rafe had held it too tight yesterday.

That’s what the past week or so consisted of. Fighting and fucking. Or rape, to be more accurate. Every attempt to leave only ended in Rafe pinning you down, and your body more sore than the day it was before. It was strange to be standing here and having a simple conversation with your tormentor, but this was currently your new normal.

Even now, you knew that if you attempted to make a run for it, Rafe would get his hands on you before you even made it to the door. By the glint in his eyes, he knew it too, and you swore that he was almost begging you to make this night more interesting for him. However, instead of giving him what he wanted, you simply looked away, ignoring the sound of his deep laugh in your ear.

You sighed at the sight of another missed call from JJ.

You felt guilty for ignoring his calls, for ignoring all of their calls, but it was too painful, right now. Everything was out and in the open, and it was hard to talk to them with the truth of your situation hanging over the conversation. You knew that it wouldn’t be like this forever, that one day you’d figure out how to get out of this mess and away from this crazy family.

But until then…

You recalled the sight of Rafe and JJ rolling around on the ground again. How many times had your best friend gotten hurt because of you and what you’d gotten him caught up in? Despite his lack of right to be, Rafe was a jealous man, and you didn’t want to give him another reason to hurt anyone. Like before, you erased the call history just as you heard Rafe call your name from upstairs.

With a roll of your eyes, you reluctantly crossed the house, passing Ward and Rose in the kitchen as you did. A second suitcase had joined his on the bed, and you glanced over the clothes, none of which you had bought, that were sprawled along the mattress.

“Pick what you’re taking,” he dismissively said, waving his hand about.

“You pick,” you argued. “You’re the one who wants to pretend like we’re one happy couple.”

Rafe cut his eyes to you, glancing over you with a sneer.

“If it were up to me, you’d walk around in nothing, but I don’t think Rose would be too happy about that.”

“God, you’re disgusting,” you spat, reaching for the least provocative thing you could find.

Rafe’s hand found your neck, thumb brushing over the skin.

“Lighten…up…”

His voice had lowered, softened some, and you swallowed.

“…you’re starting to ruin this vacation before it’s even started.”

“Then leave me here.”

You stared into each other’s eyes with straight faces, but yours eventually grew pleading.

“So I can come back to find you…what? Gone? Waiting for me with some scheme that’ll keep me away from you? I’m a lot of things, but I’m not stupid,” he slowly said.

“This is bullshit,” you spat, throwing the dress on the floor. “You think some useless family vacation to whatever fancy vacation house you have is going to make me forget what kind of position I’m in? It’s just supposed to distract me from the fact that you’ve tormented me beyond forgiveness and that my friendships with the people I love will never be the same?”

You scoffed.

“No, you’re not stupid, Rafe, but you’re definitely delusional.”

You watched him pick your dress up off the floor before placing it in your hand, holding it there with his own as he leaned in.

“…and so are you if you think that this little tantrum is going to end in anything other than your bag packed and you freshly showered and sleeping in my bed at the end of the night.”

He was right, of course. You knew he was right, and you swallowed. You would come up with something, you had to, but maybe until then, it would be easier to play nice. At least until you cane back. You were soon going to be surrounded by nothing but the Camerons for a few days, and Sarah was the only one who would be on your side.

So with a huff, you picked out what you liked, and true to his word, at the end of the night, you were freshly showered and curled up under his sheets. Rafe was on the phone with Kelce, and his voice became background noise as you decided on whether or not this trip would be heaven or hell.

Your expectations were already low when you got on the private plane days later, Rafe’s hand on your waist as Ward and Wheezie followed in behind you. It occurred to you then that you still didn’t quite comprehend the kind of wealth the Camerons’ possessed. Against what you wanted, you found yourself drifting away on the plane.

It was funny, really.

You hadn’t even bothered to ask where you were going.

When you woke up, you woke up in an unfamiliar room. That was to be expected, of course, but you hadn’t expected the air to feel so different here. You couldn’t hear anyone else, and you took the time to stand and look around. The room had an entire wall that was one huge window, and you blinked at the view. It was beautiful, you wouldn’t deny that, and you pursed your lips just as you faintly heard Wheezie’s voice.

“There she is,” Ward called when you finally found your way to the kitchen.

“Told you she’d be jetlagged,” Wheezie commented at Rafe, shrugging as your ‘boyfriend’ rolled his eyes.

It looked like Ward was making sandwiches, the sound of the knife sliding along the cutting board grating as he sliced tomatoes.

“How’d you sleep, babe?” Rafe quietly asked, pulling you closer.

Your gaze briefly met Ward’s, and you glanced away.

“Fine.”

Your reply was curt.

“Where are we?”

Wheezie snorted at that, typing away on her phone.

“Rafe, you jerk. You didn’t even tell her where we were going?”

“Now, now. He probably just wanted it to be a surprise, isn’t that right?”

Ward’s smile was convincing, and you wondered if Sarah even partially knew what her dad was really like.

“We’re in the Bahamas,” Rafe finally told you. “My dad’s had this place for years.”

Your brows briefly rose at that, and you cleared your throat.

“Sarah and Rose are coming tomorrow, right?”

“Of course, they are, sweetheart. You know Rose,” Ward commented. “She has to bring the whole world with her on every trip.”

You simply hummed, thinking to yourself that Sarah couldn’t get here fast enough. Rafe’s fingers kneaded into your side, holding you to him as he sat on the stool. You felt his lips on your shoulder and swallowed at that. It was barely the first day, and you already knew you couldn’t handle much more of this without her. Ward and Wheezie kept to themselves for the rest of the day for the most part, leaving you and Rafe to yourselves.

It felt strange to be walking along the beach with Rafe, hand in hand like you didn’t hate his guts. You surmised that he was keeping up appearances for his sister that was in the dark, but it still felt weird for him to be so sweet to you. As sweet as Rafe Cameron could be, you supposed. You didn’t know how to respond when he clasped the bracelet around your wrist that he’d bought from some vendor for you.

“Wheezie’s not here, you know,” you’d said, and his response had been a genuine smile.

“I know…but I’m happy.”

You couldn’t deny that he did seem to be, and you frowned at him.

“Why?” you’d rudely asked, and he’d merely shaken his head before briefly pressing his lips to your cheek.

When you made it back to the house, it was late, and after your shower, Rafe wasted no time in kissing you. You had lightly protested, pressing your hands to his chest.

“I thought this was supposed to be a vacation,” you sneered. “…and fucking you with your dad and sister on the other side of the house isn’t my idea of relaxation.”

Rafe exhaled a chuckle, hands on your waist as he pulled you closer.

“Then why do you always sleep like a baby after I make you come, huh?” he murmured, hands on your face now as he brought you into a kiss.

“Rafe-.”

“I want to kiss you…”

You were taken aback by the seriousness of his tone.

“…and I want to fuck you here in this pretty mansion with the sound of the ocean waves in the background.”

His eyes held yours as he said this, and you swallowed at the feel of his thumbs brushing along your jaw.

“Remember that first night on the beach? When I didn’t have to hold you down?”

“I was drunk-.”

“…but you wanted me. I was there, and I was the one you kissed back, the one you wanted to sleep with that night.”

“I wasn’t thinking-.”

“You held onto me and wrapped your legs around me, and you never moaned for me like that since,” he continued, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “Come on…”

He pulled away, and you struggled to hold his gaze.

“I will, but…I’d rather not have to make you have sex with me here.”

You turned to look at the glass wall, knowing that you didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Funnily enough, the only time you ever did had been that night, and you’d never had one since.

“Pretend just this once.”

And you did.

Rafe’s lips were gentle against yours as he kissed you, touch equally as soft as he undressed you and laid you down. You could count the number of times on one hand that he’d been this delicate with you, and you couldn’t stop the whispery moan that escaped when he kissed his way down your body.

Oddly enough, you were reminded of that first night when you’d been heartbroken and desperate to feel wanted. Rafe was right, of course. You had wanted him that night. Regretting it didn’t change the truth. It wasn’t like you didn’t know who was kissing you, but you’d been lonely, and Rafe had shown you the attention you desperately wanted from someone else.

And you had welcomed it.

Your fingers twisted into his hair as he tasted you, lips still wet when he eventually crawled his way over your body and pressed them to yours. Your fingers brushed along his arms, and Rafe shuddered before sinking into you, teeth grazing the expanse of your throat. He fucked you with care, and you couldn’t stop the mewls that left your lips.

It was a lot like that night on the beach, only this time you weren’t drunk. But you’d found your way into a trap all the same. Rafe had you caged beneath him as he fucked you, and you didn’t stop yourself from wrapping your legs around him.

“That’s it,” he breathed, lips brushing over yours. “Come on, baby.”

The first time you came felt like a betrayal to your own body, but by the third time, you almost wished that reality wouldn’t slap you in the face tomorrow.

When you woke up, you could tell that it was later than you intended to sleep until. The sun was much too high in the sky, and upon reaching out, you realized that Rafe’s side of the bed was empty. The memory of last night was fresh in your mouth like liquor, and you couldn’t stop your sigh. The house sounded empty when you eventually sat up, but you decided to put on something anyway.

It happened to be Rafe’s shirt and some shorts.

The bright marble walls greeted you when you stepped out, and you once again confirmed the silence of the house. It was big though, proven right when you didn’t even hear anyone in the kitchen until you were practically in it.

It was Rafe, and oddly enough, you didn’t know how to behave around him after last night.

“Is Wheezie still asleep?”

That was your greeting, preferring to focus on something else. In your experience, that girl was usually the first one up, proven right when Rafe shook his head.

“Nah,” he answered, warming up some leftover breakfast.

“Oh,” you replied. “Is she down at the beach? Ward too?”

Rafe didn’t answer right away, but he eventually shook his head, and you frowned. You glanced around again before looking at the clock, taking note of the time.

“What time are Rose and Sarah supposed to be getting here?”

The microwave beeped, and instead of answering, Rafe took your plate out. You sat at the counter as he placed it in front of you, hands resting on the other side as he finally looked at you head on. His dirty blond hair was mussed, and his face was entirely serious when he answered.

“They’re not.”

You faltered at that, looking at him with a deep frown.

“Did something happen? When are they coming?”

Rafe’s answer was immediate.

“They’re not coming.”

“I…I don’t…”

You shook your head, confusion tearing through you as you nervously looked around.

“Where are Ward and Wheezie?”

Your question came out breathless, and you couldn’t pinpoint why. Rafe heaved a sigh.

“Considering what time they left this morning, they should be back in Outer Banks…”

Your lips parted as you simply…stared at him. With difficulty, you stood on shaky legs.

“You’re not funny…”

“I’m not joking…”

“Rafe,” you breathed. “Please, tell me you’re joking. We’re going back, right?”

Deep down, you knew the answer to that now. Especially the longer you stared at him, and tears kissed your eyes.

“Rafe,” you said, your voice small.

He made his way to the other side of the counter, and you took a step back.

“We’ll go back…eventually.”

“Eventually? Rafe, are you-?”

“When I think that you’ve finally come around, then maybe we can go back one day,” he said so casually like this wasn’t kidnapping.

“No,” you breathed. “No, no, no, no, no.”

You hurriedly ran through the house, looking for something that didn’t add up to what he was saying. You looked for Wheezie and Ward and their luggage, but all signs of them were gone. Rafe slowly followed at a distance, hands shoved into his pockets, and when you faced him again, the slap couldn’t have been any louder.

Surprisingly, Rafe didn’t get angry. He merely adjusted his jaw and smirked, and you knew why. He had won, and you weren’t quite ready to accept that. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you couldn’t get air in fast enough. You pressed your hand to your chest, reaching out for the wall.

You were stuck here in the Bahamas with Rafe. You didn’t know anyone but him, and you had no means of getting home. You were well and truly trapped.

“My mom…”

“You can always call her,” he said, reaching for you.

“No,” you tearfully said, shaking your head. “Rafe…”

A sob escaped, and you would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for him.

“Take me home, please, take me home,” you gasped.

He sat you down, kneeling beside you, and you shook your head.

“Not now-.”

“You can’t do this! My friends! They’re going to-.”

“Tell the police you’ve been kidnapped instead of actually on a nice vacation with your boyfriend at his family’s house? Hmm?”

You tearfully frowned at him, seeing him in an entirely new light, and you slowly blinked.

“I hate you,” you shakily spat.

“Yeah, well that’s why you’re here,” he sighed.

“You can’t…you can’t do this…”

You couldn’t breathe, and you held onto him.

“I already did,” was his reply.

You could feel yourself growing lightheaded, and for once, you wanted to run away from the darkness because you knew the nightmare wouldn’t be over when you woke up.

Fin.

~

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#dark!rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron x reader #obx fic #outer banks

[julianobungus]

Inflation/TF ideas in the same vein as blueberry inflation.

I've seen a lot of expansion art revolving around different types of inflation TF - watermelon, apple, orange, tomato etc. - so I decided to write my own ideas for expansion TF.

Tomato - whereas blueberry expansion victims become big enough as is, the tomato variant end up even larger; while blueberries are known to reach the size of a house, tomatoes become the size of a mansion. At the current time, there is no know way to transport a tomato victim, so juicing must be undertaken onsite.

The juicing process is never absolute, however. Tomatoes can never fully be shrunken down back to their original size and weight; whereas blueberries can be juiced to the point of becoming slim and light again, tomatoes can only be juiced into a flabby, obese shape, constantly leaking tomato juice and barely mobile. PERMANENT.

Marshmallow - people who become marshmallows will first notice their body becoming pudgier, before taking on a whitish, almost albino hue. As they expand, their body will become puffier, now softer and less fleshy - having a spongy texture to it. Limbs will similar thicken and become puffy/porous, unable to bend. Legs and feet may still stay on the ground alongside their lower half, but mobility will be impossible. The victim is left a pure white, plush, vaguely round mass of helpless sugar-mould. While sizes vary, the most common mass is that comparable to a large car or small room.

This isn't all. The marshmallow will find themselves insatiably aroused, being brought to orgasm every 5-10 minutes or so. Instead of natural fluid, ejaculate will have been replaced by a white, sugary and syrupy substance tasting of marshmallows; this same substance now fills the victim's entire body (save for the cranium). 'Juicing' is unfeasible, as not only does the body's new spongy quality prevent proper compression, but the sweet substance within always replenishes. 'Permamallow' victims can expect a new life of immobility and endless euphoria. PERMANENT.

Gelatine ('Jelly') - One of the more 'out-there' cases of inflation, gelatine transformation entails the victim becoming a jiggling, gelatinous, and opaque mass.

The process begins with some expected standard, with the subject gaining weight rapidly and growing from the midsection. Upon the person taking on a chubby, heavy appearance, the process starts to deviate from the expected norm with their midsection - as it continues to grow - starts to become translucent. Skin and muscle take on an opaque characteristic, allowing innards to be seen. As graphic and distressing as this usually for the victim and/or those nearby, this aspect is short-lived as organs start to painlessly dissolve and be absorbed into the homogenising mass of gelatinous sugar. 'Flesh' begins to take on a predictably jiggly quality, with the entirety of the torso adopting this new aspect, as with the limbs. The victim will find themselves unable move or stand up after some time, not only because of the weight and 'softened' nature of their forms, but because bones will begin to dissolve and be assimilated into the sugar-mass. Sizes vary, but victims will usually find themselves reaching the size of a small building.

Pertinent to note is the peculiar instance in which outside object - and even people - may be caught within the rapid growth, and potentially sucked into the victim's new body. For reasons unknown, this isn't fatal for those unlucky enough to escape, but rather they are frozen in some form of suspended animation, left in a seemingly restful sleep. If expanding in a crowded area, 'Permajellies' may find themselves becoming grandiose holding pens for countless collateral victims trapped in slumber within the confines of their own, warped bodies - there is no way to reverse either this sleep or the transformation, with victims being trapped as helpless mounds of jiggling gelatin. PERMANENT.

#body expansion #tw; body horror #body inflation #blueberry expansion #tw; blueberry inflation #blueberry inflation #tf kink

[sugarcloudsky]

Henlo! can i request a platonic dark choco x tween!reader that takes place after the events of chapter 14? like a first meet kinda thing where dark ends up taking the reader under his wing? the rest of the details are up to you! sorry if this was a tad bit specific

「Vindication」

character: dark choco cookie (platonic)

cws: semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, possibly ooc dark choco ive never written for him :(

wc: 1.3k

this one took a lot of editing, hopefully it turned out ok!! requests are being worked on as fast as i can, im sorry everyone!!!

Strength can bring no good if it’s born from the suffering of others.

This he may have realized far too late. He had already stained the Strawberry Jam Sword with the suffering of countless cookies of his kingdom. No— the Dark Cacao Kingdom. He does not believe he deserves the title of prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, especially at a time such as this one.

Although Dark Choco Cookie had now freed himself from the weight of the sword, he still held a heavy darkness in his mind. He finally let go of his dark past, but he could never truly erase his mistakes. Something deep down inside him selfishly wanted to turn around, and return to the spot on the throne besides his father, but he knew it was never possible for someone like him.

He was not worthy of redemption, he was sure of it.

Yet, something in him still ached for the sense of relief. That maybe to at least one cookie, he could be a good person. That maybe one day, a cookie would look up to him in the same manner as he looked up to his own father.

He stops in his tracks, staring into sugar snow below his feet. The crystal-like powder sparkles underneath him. The howls of cream wolves can be heard in the distance. A sigh escapes his lips, deciding he should continue moving, or else he may become the cream wolves’ next meal.

“Hhgh— Help— Help me… anyone— please!”

A voice.

He freezes. His head quickly whips around towards the source, and in the very distance, he can almost make out a small amount of movement hidden in the trees. Squinting his eyes, he realizes what he sees.

A cookie. They seem to be much smaller than he is, but he assumes it's due to the distance between them.

Dark Choco Cookie hesitates. What should he do? Should he approach the cookie? What if it was a trap? What if the cookie was actually injured? He doesn’t know how to react, or what to do.

“Please! I—I Need help! I’m hurt! Someone— help me please!”

A pit forms in his stomach. Even if it was a trap, he couldn’t imagine living with himself if he ignored a cookie pleading for help, especially after every atrocious act he’d committed. Perhaps it was the prince still in him, but as quickly as he stopped moving, he rushed towards the cookie crying out.

When he's close enough, he realizes that you seem to be smaller than he had first thought. You weren’t a little kid, but you were obviously not quite an adult either. At the sound of his footsteps in front of you, you flinch.

The two of you lock eyes for a moment, your red teary eyes meeting his widened eyes. His eyes quickly land on your leg, which appears to have a large gash embedded in it, blood continuously oozing out of the wound. His heart sinks. There was an attempt from you to cover the wound, but with the thin fabric of your coat and your shaking hands, not much could be done. Not to mention, the cold weather was slowly getting to you as well.

“What happened?” he gets straight to the point. He kneels down on one knee, taking a closer look at the wound. The shape of the wound seems to resemble teeth markings.

Cream wolves.

“The— the, hhg, the wolves… they attacked me.” You’re barely able to choke out a response, painful sobs racking your chest. It hurts— it hurts so much. It’s unbearable. You’re so scared. “I don’t— hh, I don’t wanna die! Please, please—”

“Be quiet,” he hushes you, more harshly than he intended, tearing off a chunk of his cape. “They’ll come back if we make too much noise. I’ll help you.”

He tightly wraps the torn fabric around your leg, hoping the pressure will subside the bleeding, at least a little. He watches as you bite your lip in an attempt to quiet your sobs. A somber feeling clouds over him, feeling sorry for your current state.

After he’s sure the gash is properly covered, he stands up again. Your eyes follow him, still crying. He extends his hand out to you.

“Let’s move. I’ll carry you on my back. I’ll bring you somewhere safer.”

“…O—Okay.”

A much smaller hand grasps his, and he gently pulls you up. In one swift movement, he hoists you onto his back, careful not to touch your injured leg. He feels you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, your head burying into his neck, tears staining his dark cape.

He sighs as he begins walking in the direction he was headed in previously. Except now, he has a bit of an unexpected companion with him. Despite the circumstances, he somehow felt a sense of comfort having someone else with him. He didn’t consider himself a hero, no, far from it, but he didn’t regret stopping to help.

After a couple minutes of silence only occasionally interrupted by your soft sobbing, he decides to ask you the question, “Where are your parents?”

He feels you tense against him.

“I don’t know—” You squeezed him, “The cream wolves— they… they attacked my home— I— I saw— my parents— They were— I don’t wanna go back—!”

“It’ll be alright.” he interrupts, barely above a whisper, “You’ll be alright.”

He frowns, imagining what must have happened to you based on your despair and what you were able to mutter out to him. Dark Choco Cookie then thought back to when he saved Milk Cookie when he was a young kid and his home village from the large cream wolves. Huh. History truly does repeat itself.

“Do you have anywhere else to go?”

Your silence is his answer.

For a moment, he thinks. What would happen if you stayed with him? It would only be temporary, surely. Only until you’re fully healed, he’ll have you on your way. But that had his mind racing once again. Where would you go once you’re healed? Surely it would be dangerous for you to return to whatever was left of your home— the cream wolves may as well have you for good.

It’ll be fine. He’ll keep you with him for as long as necessary, and eventually the two of you will part ways. He won’t get attached. He doesn’t get attached.

But before Dark Choco Cookie even realizes, the words come out.

“You can stay with me for the time being. I’ll properly patch up your leg once we get to a safer place.”

“…Mhm.”

He feels your grip on him loosen slightly as you let out a shaky sigh. Your head rests against his shoulder, your messy hair tickling his cheek. At this moment, Dark Choco Cookie noticed your crying had finally died down, being replaced with mere sniffles. He felt the urge to comfort you more, hug you and tell you that it’ll be okay and the both of you will be okay, but he restrains himself. He simply continues to walk, treading across the seemingly endless forest lined with nature covered in white sugar snow.

Was it really okay for someone like him to help you? You were so young— so guiltless, in comparison to the guilt ridden man holding you so carefully. If you knew what this man held, would you still have accepted his help?

He knows he deserves no forgiveness, nor a second chance.

But in this instance, maybe he could let himself do some good for once, just like he did all those years ago by his father’s side. His lips curl upwards just slightly at the memories of the Dark Cacao Kingdom that he once held close to him.

He shakes his head. His past with the Cookies of Darkness was now behind him. He was a new person now. He is no longer the monster he once was. No matter what curse Pomegranate Cookie lays upon him, he’ll be okay. He’d never let himself fall to someone like her.

It’ll be okay, he knows it.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #crk #crk x reader #fanfiction #x reader #dark choco x reader #dark choco cookie #platonic #platonic x reader

[aheckinmess]

Hollow Harmony || Present Mic x OC

(One-shot series 1/3 chapters posted - posts regularly on Saturdays) Read on AO3.

Tags: Graphic violence, Hizashi Yamada x OC, Present Mic, Present Mic saves the day, Hizashi Yamada is a ray of sunshine, angst, hurt/comfort, scared reader, pro hero rescue

Word Count: 4,364 words

Summary: Ichijiku Aoki has lived in hell with Kigai as her captor for three years. During a chance encounter at a dance club, she runs into her first breath of fresh air in years: Hizashi Yamada. Kigai makes it clear that Ichi belongs to him, so dare she hope for a better life and an escape from her prison?

Author's Note: I haven't posted fanfiction in years, but after a two-year obsession with My Hero Academia, I have more than enough content to share. This first series is pretty dark, but there's some comfort and sweetness along the way. Enjoy.

TW: Implied/Referenced Sexual, Physical, and Emotional Abuse

Chapter 1: Time Signatures

Ichijiku (Tigress)

In another life, listening to the pulsating beat of the music in the club might be fun. I might feed off of the voices singing at the top of their lungs, or delight in the changing colors flashing all around the dance floor. 

But I’m not living in another life. I’m living in hell.

“Give her another shot.” Kigai’s voice rises over the crowd as he gives me a look. Don’t you tell a goddamn soul what I’m doing or you won’t live to see the sunrise. His quirk stretches into my mind and reminds me just who I belong to. Of course, the bruises littering my thighs are testament to that too. Kigai would never let me go out in anything other than skinny jeans, so it’s not like anyone can see, though.

No one ever sees.

The bartender gives me a smile and I play the perfect part of being his playful partner, leaning over to give Kigai a kiss on his cheek, a loving gaze, and a swat at his butt while bile turns over in my stomach. I throw back the shot of tequila before Kigai puts his hands at my hips and looks directly at me. You’d better get out on that dance floor and pretend you’re having a good time. People have started looking at you.  “Why don’t you go have some fun, sugar? I know you don’t feel good, but the dance floor has always helped you clear your mind.”

He plants a slow and tender kiss on my lips, but all I feel is dread. I want to feel happy. I want to feel a flutter in my chest. I want to feel anything. Anything but Kigai.

You’re mine, Ichi. And don’t you forget that. His eyes bore into mine and then he turns away, laughing at a joke Shihito tells him. I can feel his gaze follow me as I put on my brave face and walk through the dance floor.

In some ways, I’m grateful for the tequila. Otherwise I’d never be able to play like everything’s fine. Winding my way through the undulating bodies feels easier to bear than seeing that look on Kigai’s face. The threat that always lingers there. In this mingling of bodies I can close my eyes and lose myself to the music, feel the beat move in conjunction with me instead of forcing me to move with it. 

The only time I’m conscious of is the time signature in the music. Minutes could pass, or it could be hours. What’s important is that Kigai doesn’t cut in and I can’t see those eyes trapping me in their domineering gaze. 

For the first time in three years, I’m reminded of the better parts of life.

And then the better part of life bumps into me.

“Whoops! Hey there, little lady. Sorry for the intrusion.” A blonde man with a broad smile and glasses apologizes to me. “Did I hurt you?”

For a moment my breath is taken away and my façade cracks. The best way I can describe him is pure sunshine. He only looks at me for a moment with that grin but the warmth seeps into my skin and makes me yearn for a normal life. My throat gets tight. Help me. I want to say. Please make him leave me alone. 

“Woah, hey, is everything okay? Did I really hurt you?” His puts a soothing arm on my shoulder as he makes himself heard over the crowd. “Why don’t you come sit down?”

“No!” I panic, forcing a grin on my face and hoping that he’ll shake it off as me being drunk. That’s what everyone else has done. “Really, it’s okay. I just get emotional when I’m drunk. I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise.” I shake my head as if trying to clear my mind and turn away from him. You’re too pure for someone like me, too beautiful for this world. If Kigai knew I slipped up…I can’t drag you down into this. You could get hurt.

“Hey, wait!” I hear him call behind me, but I ignore it and keep moving.

My feet rush towards the bathroom. I head inside and slam the first stall door I see before heaving into the porcelain bowl. Get it together, Ichijiku. I’ll kill Kigai. We can’t. I sob in the stall. We can’t do anything. Kigai has my family on his radar. We’re stuck! What a foul sack of shit. He’s not worth the stripes on my skin. I want to die. I know, Little Cub, and I’d surely embrace death knowing that you didn’t have to suffer this any longer. But we have to hold on. Change is coming. I can feel it in my bristling fur.

There’s a banging at the door that I know means I’m in trouble. I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks frantically and flush the toilet before wetting a paper towel and dabbing under my eyes. Breathe. Get it together. We’ll survive. I’m right here with you.

I step out of the bathroom and Kigai’s hand wraps around my arm as he pulls me aside.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He puts on a concerned simper, feeling my forehead with his free hand. You’re supposed to tell me where you’re going and why. You were trying to run away, weren’t you, bitch?  “I thought you were hurt. Did you get sick?”

“I think I drank too much.” I sniffle, looking down so he can’t use his quirk and I don’t have to listen to his haunting voice in my thoughts. It’s a mistake.

His hand comes under my chin. To an outside party it might look like he’s being a tender lover, but there’s bite in the way his fingers dig into my skin. You know I hate when you look away from me, whore.

“Honey, you only had one shot. When did you become such a lightweight?” He laughs. I’m sick of your damn excuses. He runs his fingers through my hair and his hands cup my cheeks as he kisses my forehead. “But if you need to take a seat, go ahead.” Stay where I can see you.

“Thanks, love.” I return his gesture of affection with a hug and a peck on his cheek.

For a while, I sit at the bar again, scrolling through my phone to look busy. I can’t see Kigai, but I don’t need to. His gaze always follows me, even when he’s not in the room.

“It looks like you needed a break, huh?” The blonde from earlier takes residence in the seat next to me.

I turn to look at him as I nurse a lemonade. He’s like a breath of fresh air.

“Yeah.” I look down at the table again and trace around the rim of my glass. “Sorry about earlier. I think I’d been dancing too long and was getting overheated.”

“Yeah, the dance floor can get overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” He laughs. The sound sings through my bones. 

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Yamada Hizashi. But you can call me Hizashi.” He tilts his head like a puppy and the lights around him make him appear almost angelic. “What’s yours?”

“Ichijiku.” 

“Nice to formally meet you, Ichijiku.” He answers. “Was that your boyfriend I saw earlier?” 

“Yes.” I smile into my cup to hide the disgust in my eyes. God, I wish he wasn’t. “He was making sure I was okay.”

“Ah, good to know. From back there it looked like he was going to hurt you, but I was obviously mistaken. I’m glad you’re safe, you know?” 

Something about the way he says it makes me look up at him and feel more hope than I have in a long time. I feel seen and heard. After a cursory glance around the club without seeing Kigai, I feel safe enough to answer.

“Kigai’s not a dangerous man. He doesn’t hit me and he likes to make sure I’m taken care of.” My eyes scream the opposite. I hope he catches it. I hope he doesn’t. “He knows my favorite colors and we watch my favorite movies all the time and he loves me. He never calls me names and he always asks before he touches me; Kigai doesn’t want to hurt me.”

Hizashi’s hand moves closer to mine and when I look at him I don’t feel sick.

“So you don’t need my help at all, do you?” He asks. He doesn’t break my gaze. 

My lips part in a relieved gasp;  I’m ready to tell him everything, but my eyes hold terror as Kigai catches my gaze from across the room. What the hell are you telling him? His smile follows me even though he’s standing beside the DJ. Abruptly, I stand and move away from Hizashi.

“It would be better if you stayed away from me.” I hiss under my breath, cursing myself for wishing for a normal life. Cursing myself for dreaming that I’d ever be able to get away from Kigai. What was I thinking? If Kigai finds out, it’ll be my head. But at least Hizashi knows. Maybe he can get help! Why would he help me? He probably has no idea I need help. I was reading too much into it. No one ever notices the bruises. Or they make excuses if they do.  That’s right. No one cares about you. Who cares about a stupid whore? She’s not a whore. Kigai’s a manipulator and a rapist, and that’s all there is to it, fiend.

“Are you looking at my girl?” I’m suddenly face to chest with Kigai. Shit. He was closer than I realized. Fuck!

“Kigai, honey, it’s okay. I was just coming to find you. It’s fine.” I place my hand on his arm and squeeze, trying to redirect him. 

“No, it’s not fucking okay.” Kigai growls, glaring bullets into Hizashi’s eyes. 

“Hey, man. You have the wrong idea.” Hizashi puts his hands up, looking composed and calm. See? He knows nothing. Everything you told him went straight over his head. “She bumped into me earlier and I was just making sure she’d gotten back to the bar safely.”

“She bumped into you? Or were you trying to cop a feel?” Kigai snarls, dangerously tense.

“Kigai, please.” I beg, pulling at the front of his shirt to make him look at me. Why the hell did you let him get close to you, huh? You know you belong to me. Not some sleaze who’s just going to fuck you and leave you out to dry. After everything I’ve done for you. His words reach into my mind and I do the only thing I can to get out of the situation. I reach up around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. 

Thankfully, Kigai seems to take the bait. He becomes more possessive, gripping my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises there in the morning. His tongue invades my mouth and he tugs fiercely at my lip. When he pulls back, he still turns a fiery glare onto Hizashi.

“Don’t you get near my girl again, got it?” Kigai wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him. My eyes lose their shine. I guess that’s it. We’re stuck again. All in good time, Little Cub. All in good time.

He pulls me away and I risk one last glance back at Hizashi. One last hopeful plea begging him to help, but he’s not looking back at me. 

. . . . .

Six months go by that Kigai refuses to take me out again. For six months he beats the lesson into me.

“You were trying to be a clever little whore, weren’t you?” His foot connects with my jaw, but I don’t make a sound. I take it. “Thought you had a savior. Someone to take you away from me, right? But you’re mine! If you left me do you know what that would mean for your family? For you?” He yanks me up by my hair. “They’d be up shit creek without a paddle and it’d be all your fault!” 

“I’m sorry, love.” I whimper out, hating the taste of the words on my tongue. “It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” He lets go of me and I catch the brunt of my weight on my arms. Tears trickle down my cheeks and then suddenly he pulls me into his arms and then onto his lap on the bed.

“You know I love you, right?” He coos in my ear, saying the words that my heart wants to hear in the most twisted tones. “It’s just…seeing you with that other man…mmm…I hated seeing that. You know he was just trying to manipulate you, right? Use you when you were vulnerable?”

You’d know all about that wouldn’t you? I wish I could have been more specific…told him something more concrete. Then maybe I wouldn’t be stuck here. It’s not your fault, Dear One. “I know, Kigai. I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling good and I just wanted someone to talk to.”

His grip tightens on me. “You could have found me.”

“You were busy, Kigai, I didn’t want to ruin your time.” I turn and kiss his cheek to make the comment more believable. “I love you.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” He kisses under my ear and it burns. Nauseous flames swim along my body until he leaves me broken under the covers. I curl up into a ball as he gets up from the covers and starts grabbing his clothes. “C’mon, baby, get your clothes on. I think you’ve learned your lesson. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

I don’t question it. I’m silent as I pull on my clothes and fix my hair. When I’m ready, I take the arm he offers me. 

“You’re gonna like this, baby.” He rubs a small bruise he made at my neck, smiling as we head out into the street and he looks at me. You’d better not tell anyone it’s anything other than a love bite, got it? Or I’ll have your family hunted down with a snap of my fingers.  “Look at how beautiful you look with my marks on you. Everyone will know who you belong to, yeah?” 

“Of course. Only yours.” I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

Before long he leads me to a karaoke bar. The sight of it puts a pep in my step; even though I’d rather be here with anyone else except Kigai, this is the most I’ve gotten out in months. I’ll take what I can get.

“A karaoke bar? How did you know?” I giggle, kissing his cheek as I slip into the assumed role.

“I know my babygirl.” He pauses to kiss me roughly outside the door before pulling me inside. He pays for the two of us before we’re taken to a private room where a few of his friends are waiting. “I hope you don’t mind, some of my buddies came to join us.”

“It’s okay.” I promise, even though seeing all of them makes my heart sink. “As long as they don’t bother me.”

“They’ve already been warned, babe, they’ve already been warned.” Kigai winks at me. Don’t test those waters after I’ve let you out. “Would you like to go first?”

“Yes, please.” 

Once again, the music distracts me from my own crumbling little world. Life seems full of more promise as the notes spill from my lips. 

“Hey, Takamaru! I’ve gotta take a piss. Keep an eye on my girl, okay? Make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble.” Kigai chuckles and glances at me before he leaves. Don’t do anything stupid.

“Sure, man.” Takamaru doesn’t even look in Kigai’s direction. He’s too busy focusing on Shihito’s selection. “What the fuck, man?! You’ve sung homura three times already! Pick something new.”

“Shut up, Taka, it’s the only song I know.” Shihito huffs, pulling up the microphone again.

“Hey, do you guys mind if I go grab a snack?” I ask, wanting to get some fresh air without Kigai hovering over me. If he gets back before I do, I can always blame Takamaru. He never goes too hard on his buddies. 

“Sure, Ichi. Can you grab me a granola bar while you’re at it?” Takamaru tosses me a couple yen. 

“Sure thing.” I nod and head towards the vending machine on the balcony. 

I walk by a room where I hear such sweet sonorous notes I can’t help but glance into the window. Hizashi?! My feet stutter and I nearly trip. I have to keep walking. Kigai is liable to beat him up if he even sees he’s in the same building. If I were to stop and wave? Impossible. I force myself to keep walking until I make it to the machine. 

Once I’ve got a pack of crackers and Taka’s granola bar, I hang over the railing and take a deep breath. When did this all start? Why did I let myself get roped into this? I hate this… None of this is your fault, Little One. Kigai is a manipulator and a fiend. And his quirk makes it inanely difficult to give any sort of proof to the authorities of your predicament. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” Hizashi’s voice joins me on the balcony. I jump back as if stung and start backing away from him. His moves his hands from his pockets and holds them up in surrender. “Woah, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I turn to look and make sure Kigai isn’t headed back to our karaoke room and then back to Hizashi. “You can’t be here.”

“Is he hurting you?” He asks me bluntly, eyes somehow fierce and kind all at once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I choke out, starting to speed walk back into the building. This can’t be happening. Kigai’s going to kill him if he sees him anywhere near me! 

His hand grabs my wrist and I’m forced to pause and turn back to him.

“Is he hurting you, Ichijiku?” 

The first time I saw his gaze in the club, I nearly lost myself. Seeing it now, so intentional and worried…I feel I have no choice.

“Yes.” I hiss, eyes watering. “Yes, he hurts me. All the time. For big things, for little things. But I take it, okay?” Part of me is angry. Not even at Hizashi, just everything in general. Why the hell am I in this predicament? What did I do except love people and want them to love me back? It’s okay. You’re allowed to be angry. Especially at this situation. “I take it because Kigai says he’ll hurt my family if I don’t. Because they’ll die if I don’t suck it up like a good girl, alright? And he’s going to hurt you too, Hizashi. He’ll hurt you really bad if you so much as look at me. If you’re so much as seen with me.” I keep glancing back, waiting at any moment for Kigai to round the corner and exact his punishment. “So go! Leave me alone. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt for my sake…please.” I beg, finally yanking my hand free of his hold.

When I hear Kigai’s voice down the hall, I don’t look back. I rush back into the room just in time and hand Taka his granola bar. I start nibbling on my crackers so I can compose my face before he walks in. I smile at him and offer him a cracker.

“Oo, got me a snack, baby?” He takes the whole pack and leaves me the one. “Thanks.”

The rest of the evening, I’m too nervous to sing like I want to. I pick one or two songs to make sure Kigai’s off my scent, but mostly I watch him and his friends sing. In reality, I keep watching the door to make sure Hizashi doesn’t walk by.

By the time we get ready to leave, it’s dark. I assume that Hizsahi is long gone, because as we walk by his room on our way out, it’s empty and quiet. Thank you, Lord. He deserves a better lot in life than this. 

“Damn, Kigai, every time we go out for karaoke I forget just how shitty of a singer you are.” Taka teases as we give the desk lady her key back. 

“Hey, man! I’m not that bad. At least I can carry a tune.”

“Barely.” He snorts, before nudging Shihito. “And this fucker only has one song he can sing!” 

The ribbing continues as we walk out the door. I keep my eyes down and my arm wrapped around Kigai’s until a group of voices convene on us and someone suddenly pulls me out of Kigai’s grasp.

“Police! Get on the ground, now!” Someone barks out, and my brain struggles to keep up.

Kigai and his pals look shocked to say the least. Kigai is the only one who tries to struggle, of course. “Get the fuck off me! Let my girl go! Babygirl, tell these fuckers to get off me!” 

“Don’t hurt him!” I call out, aching heart bleeding for him even in spite of all the bruises he’s left on my heart and my body.

“Get on the ground.” The cop repeats, needing two more officers to help bring Kigai down to the ground. “Sir, you’re under arrest.”

The world around me sways. My breath gets shaky and I start crying as I beg them to leave him alone. What am I doing?! I want them to take him but… He’s a manipulator. He’s made you afraid and obligated to him. I want him out of my life. I don’t ever want to see him again. My pleas ultimately die down as my sobs get louder. 

The weather is colder in the darkness. My body starts shaking and I start swaying.

“It’s okay, ma’am. We’ll get it taken care of. You’re safe now.” The woman holding me rubs my shoulders and starts looking around. “Can one of you grab a jacket for–”

“I’ve got it taken care of.” Hizashi’s voice melts into my eardrums as the police get Kigai into the back of their cruiser. I wrap my arms around myself and then he’s got something warm and soft wrapped around my shoulders. “Here. Take my jacket.”

I turn to Hizashi and then back to the police cruiser. I look at the woman.

“Excuse me, Officer?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Th–That man…Kigai…he…he said he’d hurt my family if I ever turned him in. Are they–”

“This young man here told us the story. We’ve got a unit at their house.” She assures me, rubbing my shoulder. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, honey. We’ve got it all covered. We’ve been trying to find definitive evidence to put this guy away for years.”

I look at her, disbelieving. “H=How did you find any evidence?”

The officer looks at the cruiser as Kigai is hauled off, before she looks at Hizashi with a smile and then back to me. “Your friend here said that he recorded your conversation in the karaoke place. He said he’d previously met you and was suspicious of the situation.”

“I hadn’t seen you in months. I was scared I was too late to do anything, so when I saw you…” He pauses. “I started recording on my phone before I walked over to talk to you. I was hoping that maybe if I was blunt enough…you might tell me what was going on.” Hizashi admits sheepishly. “So we left as soon as I got the evidence just in case your group was planning on leaving soon.”

For a long time, I just stare at him. I memorize everything I can about him. The way his hair frames his face and the small, pampered mustache making his smile pop out on his face. Then there’s his eyes.

One look and my body works without my permission. I wrap my arms around him, tackling him into a hug and feeling three years of pain and grief claw out of my chest and manifest as sobs.

“Thank you, Hizashi.” I hold his back in a death grip, and I feel him pat my back delicately. 

“I couldn’t sit by and watch you get hurt without doing anything.”

“Ma’am, would you like me to walk you to your home?” The officer asks me, also reaching over to rub my shoulder.

“I don’t have anywhere to go right now.” I admit with a sniffle. “But if you can go with me to grab my stuff from Kigai’s, that would be great.” I turn to Hizashi. “Will you come with us? Please?”

“Of course. I won’t leave you alone right now. That a problem with you, Officer?” 

“Not at all.” She assures.

When we make it to Kigai’s house, there’s blue and red lights flashing there too. Hizashi steps with me inside as the officer gets debriefed on other things found out about Kigai’s dastardly affairs. “It’s just down this hall.” I assure him.

Going back into Kigai’s room sends a cold chill down my spine. You’re mine, whore. You belong to me, understand? I pull Hizashi’s jacket tighter around me, before steeling my nerves and grabbing my bag and stuffing it.

“Anything you need me to grab?” Hizashi asks as he looks around.

“No. I don’t have much.” I toss in my phone and charger, a few changes of clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, and a few other necessities. “I think that’s all.” I say once I’ve got everything together. When at last I turn to him and meet his gaze, I’m expecting to hear foul words stabbing into my brain.

He is not Kigai, Little One. It’s going to be okay. 

My nose quivers as I look at him. “He’s really gone.”

“He won’t hurt you anymore, Ichijiku.” Hizashi nods. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

I don’t have to be afraid.

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Continue Reading... Chapter 2

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[foxgloveprincess]

Honestly I’m thinking about Sugar a lot over the last few days.

Oh, Sugar. I’ve been thinking a lot about her, too. Especially since I’ve recently been working on a special project for this series. 😌 And here’s what I’ve come up with after getting this ask and being kinda inspired. (Disclaimer: Do I have any idea what I just did or what I just wrote? Not at all. And I probably won’t write anything more about it. This just sorta flew out of my fingers and I present it to you now.) 

Also, have a new banner that I created for the story recently!

Sugar, Oh Honey, Honey

Word Count: 1,639

Warnings: Dark/Dark Themes, Drabble of Poor, Sweet, Innocent Thing (on AO3–it’ll be easier to understand what’s happening here if you’ve read it), Manipulation, mentions/implied Kidnapping, Established Rules, hints of DDlg/Daddy Kink, Pet Names (Sugar - Reader, Teddy - Steve, Daddy - Bucky, master, etc.), Nefarious Intentions, implied Organized Crime, mentions of Sadistic Punishment (non-graphic), Tony being a Creep, PeterxTony Relationship (Peter is in his mid-20s), Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. Seeing this anywhere else means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

It’s like a heartbeat. Thumping that vibrates my veins and keeps me planted in my spot. This isn’t where I belong. I wanna be at home, with my Daddy and Teddy. Not here. Not with the flashing lights and heavy music. Not with the insectile leer of Tony Stark staring at me like a specimen on a petrie dish. But here I sit, on his couch, in his penthouse. A party thrumming around us.

I’m not alone. No, my Daddy would never allow that. Neither would my Teddy—not around Tony. Unfortunately, they’ve been detained by urgent business that Tony wouldn’t allow them to shirk.

Just looking at the man across from me, my spine tingles with fear. I know what lurks beneath, the skin of my back still tender after the one mistake I have ever made in his presence. One slip at a family dinner and a consequence I could not escape as a submissive. Just for asking a simple question. One lapse of curiosity. I earned fifteen minutes in his playroom. And the scars to prove it.

My gaze stays focused. Even as Wanda slips her arms through mine and Pietro holds me to his side. Like the guard dogs they’ve become for me with their caregivers’ permission. While Natasha is off with Steve and Bucky, Clint sits drinking a tumbler of amber liquid with Thor, both of them discussing some modifications for his sweet submissives.

But I cannot calm. Trapped in the lion’s den with his eyes laser focused on me. My breaths shudder in my lungs, my hands twist in my lap.

A younger man with a sunny smile dances over, his brown hair flopping in his eyes. Peter—Tony’s submissive. Someone I’ve never allowed near me in our cuddle piles. Family dinners spent not even acknowledging him for fear of attracting his caregiver’s attention—if that’s even a label that might be attributed to the man.

Flashes of purple and blue and red lights highlight Peter’s handsome features and the friendly intent of his approach.

He reaches out toward me, eager and expectant. “You can’t just sit here all night.”

“Yes, she can,” Wanda disagrees, brushing her nose over my cheek and pressing a kiss there. “Leave us alone.”

Muscled arms hold me tighter, Pietro’s apprehension feeding my own. I swallow and drop my gaze. Even as Peter’s eyes narrow in disappointment and irritation.

“You always hog all of her attention,” Peter bites back, “you need to learn to share.”

It’s that last word. That command. Something we have all learned in our predicament. In someone else’s home, you must be polite guests. Follow their rules. And for Tony, that means sharing is caring.

I swallow thickly, glancing behind in the hopes of just a glimpse of Steve or Bucky. But through the crush of the party crowd, I see no one of note. Just bodies draping over each other in lewd approximations of dance.

Peter beckons me forward once again and, without another choice, I comply. His hand wraps around mine as he leads me away with a glance toward Tony. Dread sinks heavy in my stomach, leaving lead weights in each step.

Until the glass doors open before us and we step outside on the balcony. The cool wind knocks against us, but delivers a full breath that I greedily suck into my lungs.

“There you go,” Peter says with a tilt of his head. “You looked like you were suffocating in there.” His boyish charm would set me at ease, if every other part of him did not cause quite the opposite.

We all know very little of him. A star of sparkling genius, rising in prestige, headed for his third year at MIT, when he showed up at a family dinner on Tony’s arm. Or so I’ve been told. He was the last submissive to join the family before me, but seemed far more adept at navigating the circumstances of the family than the others—as if he’d been doing it for longer than them all.

“Sugar?” he asks, grabbing the top of my arm to gain my attention. “Are you alright?”

I nod and find interest in the tops of my iridescent boots and frilly socks. The wind licks at my thighs, my skirt fluttering about my legs. My hands death-grip at it, knuckles taut around the fabric.

Voices drift on the wind, carrying over to us and chilling my blood all the more.

“It’s been long enough,” a voice says, its owner hidden from view by a well-placed topiary.

“What are you talking about?” their companion questions in a bored tone.

“There are two of them, surely they’d want someone else to play with when their precious little princess can’t take them both.”

I glance to Peter who nods toward the conversation, prodding us closer.

“I’m just saying,” the voice continues, “I could be a great addition to their repertoire.”

Their companion snorts as we catch sight of them. No one we recognize, save for perhaps a similarity to every other person in attendance. A glimmering outfit, a sculpted face, confidence radiating from every pore. She’s gorgeous, as is her companion.

“I mean, she can take Barnes,” she stops a moment to inhale from a vape pen and blow out the smoke, “but I want Steve.”

The way she says his name—my skin crawls. My head begins to shake, back and forth, fuzziness eclipsing my vision. I don’t feel safe and I want to go home.

“Hey, hey,” Peter whispers, with concern that doesn’t exactly ring sincere. “You’re alright.”

“Where’s my Daddy?” I whisper back, voice cracking over the question.

Whether he would answer me truthfully or not, I don’t find out. Instead, we’re interrupted by a warm hand that cements itself to my lower back.

“What have we here?” The second I hear his timbre, I relax in relief. Pressing myself into his broad chest and nestling as close as physically possible.

“Teddy,” I sigh into his shoulder, feeling weak and overwhelmed. Tears well in my eyes and I sniff them away, but still a few trickle down my cheek and pool in the weave of Steve’s shirt. “I wanna go home.” With another sniff, I feel his head leaning against mine and his nod.

“We’ll go say goodnight,” he agrees, “and we can meet Bucky at the car.”

“Mr. Stark insists that she stay longer,” Peter interjects with more confidence than I could ever muster when confronting one of the caregivers—as if I would ever confront one of the caregivers.

“I’m taking my girl home,” Steve argues, starting to lead us back toward the door and through the party. “Tell your master we enjoyed his hospitality.”

“You’re welcome to go, but she stays,” Peter calls after us.

Steve freezes, my body still tucked close to his. “Why?”

“Are you really that oblivious?” Tony asks, emerging from a shadow and standing with a cool, cocky air. Peter drifts into his side, a kiss pressed to the older man’s jaw. “Did she take the bait?” he asks with a tilt of his head and a brief glance over his shoulder toward the empty space where the two party goers had been.

“No, Mr. Stark,” Peter replies, disappointment dripping from the syllables.

Tony sucks his teeth and grumbles, “Too bad.”

Steve’s chest rumbles, his jaw locked though the muscles in his cheek twitch. His eyes darken in the stormiest look of ire I’ve ever seen from him.  My Teddy—soft and sweet and sincere. My comfort and safety.

“Here,” Bucky says from just behind us. Another wave of relief crashes over me. Another level of protection from whatever Tony’s playing at.

“What do you want with our girl?” Steve asks through gritted teeth.

“Look, I just wanted to see if she would slip,” Tony admits with a nonchalant shrug. “There’s something lurking deep inside her that I just wanna wrench out.” He gestures the metaphorical extraction as his voice grits.

Bucky steps forward in one smooth motion, shielding me from Tony’s gaze.

“She’s not yours,” he states, voice far calmer than Steve’s, though he remains just as tense. “If you want to pry anything out of anyone, try calling up one of your services. I’m sure there’s a plentiful supply of girls to satisfy you.”

“$600 million,” Tony offers instead, advancing by a step, “for just half an hour with her.”

Bucky’s fingers twitch, itching for the blade that rests at his back, tucked into his waistband. Steve’s hold becomes painful. But I’d rather that than a second of them contemplating Tony’s price with any degree of seriousness.

“I will say this once, Stark,” Bucky says, tone dropped low—chilling me to the bone with the intensity, “I will tear this empire down before I let your breath brush across her skin.”

“Then you’d better keep a very good eye on her,” Tony quips with a tilt of his head to sneak a peek of me behind Bucky.

“We will,” Steve answers, a definitive end to the conversation as they both turn with me and lead us to the exit.

Standing in the elevator as it descends, I wipe at my eyes and cling to each of them.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, the guilt heavy upon my chest. Trying to stem the new swell of tears before they fall. Steve tilts my face up to his, kissing each drop away. “Will everything be okay?” My voice, weak and small, asks the question upon which our whole future balances.

“Of course,” Steve replies with another kiss to the apple of my cheek. He licks his lips before they spread in a reassuring smile.

“We’ll make sure of it,” Bucky promises, something dangerous in his words as he wraps me in his arms and holds me close.

#stucky x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x peter parker #dark #dark fic #heed the warnings #poor sweet innocent thing #18+ #minors dni

[classicslibrary]

Indigo’s Fic Recs: Seventeen Hip Hop Unit

Indigo’s Note 1: Listen, I fell down a rabbit hole and now I’ve been trapped and now I stan SVT, so like any normal human I started reading fics and I wanted to share and yell about the amazing reads thus far!  Indigo's Note 2: Tumblr was being a pain when I tried to post all thirteen members' fic recs in one post so I've split them up into units. Find the other units here. ☞Vocal Unit ☞ Performance Unit Indigo's Note 3: All this post will do is expose my simping self and how I simp over Seungcheol, Mingyu and Wonwoo. Banners & Graphics: All art work done by me @classicseffects protected by ©classicseffects DRM 2022 

🍒Other People’s Weddings by @neonun-au (18+, fluff, angst) 🍒Fatherly Instincts by @bitchlessdino (18+, smut)  🍒10:05pm by @sinningchan (18+, smut) 🍒Nightcap by @j-pping (pg, fluff) 🍒Let Me Be Mad by @kpopimaginings (pg, angst, fluff) 🍒Terrifyingly Innocent by @twogyuu (18+, angst, fluff, suggestive) 🍒Tomorrow Tonight by @cheolbooluvr (18+, angst, fluff) 🍒Push It Down by @dontflailmenow (18+, smut, angst, fluff) 🍒Gone by @wonwoonlight (angst) 🍒His Hoodie by @drunk-on-dk (18+, smut, angst, fluff) 🍒What Besties Do by @wonusite (18+, smut)  🍒Whenever We Breathe by @fallinwoozi (18+, smut)

🐱Off Limits by @hinaaspandada (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐱Just Ask by @idyllic-ghost (18+, smut) 🐱Blind Spot by @sluttywonwoo (18+, smut) 🐱Right Where You Left Me by @tonicandjins (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐱POV by @by-soleil(pg, fluff) 🐱Play Again by @shuarush (18+, fluff, angst) 🐱Pre-Show Makeout Sessions by @tonicandjins (18+, fluff, suggestive) 🐱How to Fall by @because-of-a-friend (fluff, angst) 🐱Feelings by @markberries(fluff, angst)  🐱My Way To You by @wonwoonlight (18+, fluff, implied smut, angst) 🐱Blown Up Love by @starsstuddedsky( fluff)  🐱String You Along by @heartsfromia (fluff) 🐱Matters of the Heart and Capri Sun by @twogyuu (fluff, angst) 🐱Whenever We Breathe by @fallinwoozi (18+, smut)

🐶But It’s Never Enough by @strawberryjmilk (pg, angst, fluff) 🐶Jealousy by @svtgot7reactions (pg, angst, fluff) 🐶Sugar Sugar, Honey Honey by @berrryshortcake (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶I Call You, Her by @pffbts (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶This February; 14th by @yyxgin (18+, fluff, angst)  🐶It’s All Fun and Games by @dontflailmenow (18+, fluff, smut) 🐶Take Care of You by @rubyreduji (18+, smut) 🐶His Smile by @angelwonie (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶Love Me Out Loud by @twogyuu (18+, fluff, angst) 🐶Sugar & You by @97-linersers (fluff) 🐶Spoiled by @wonusite (18+, smut, angst) 🐶3:38am by @atlanticwhore (18+, smut) 🐶Breakfast in Bed by @number1mingyustan (18+, smut) 🐶Fear of Falling by @sungbeam (fluff) 🐶A Day Like This by @kofic (18+, smutty behaviour, angst, fluff)

🐢11:24am by @sungbeam (fluff) 🐢Somebody You by @nonrevblr (fluff)

#seventeen fic recs #indigo's fic recs: seventeen #indigo reads: seventeen

[leahseclipse]

If I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places | E.M

Pairing : Eddie Munson x gen ! reader

Warning : ST4 VOL2 SPOILERS, possible mentions of graphic details, coma, BUT it ends well, it's a fix-it fic !!

Summary : After the recent traumatic events, Eddie has ended up in the hospital and fell into a come. Reader visits everyday, in hopes he'll wake up.

A/N : yes I needed to do that after what happened 🥲 this is my apology for the other fic LMAO @smalluniversecollector

W/C: 1.3k

It marks one month since Eddie hasn't opened his eyes, today. One whole month without him.

Without the sound of his voice.

Without moving his arms in all directions like a sugar - high toddler.

Without the sound of his guitar playing.

He's just been there, laying in this bed, doing nothing else. I just wish he was awake.

Without the smell of whatever thing he'd smoke.

A month without all of those things. I have to admit, it feels empty, not having those in my life. It's like the world doesn't make sense now that it doesn't have him to fill it.

He's just been there, laying still, doing nothing. We probably couldn't have gone out of the upside down without injuries, so I just wished he had something that wouldn't keep him so long at the hospital at least.

I wish Eddie wouldn't be the one going through this. I've been feeling so guilty with my sprained wrist, it's nothing compared to what he has, and I wish we could've swapped places. I love him so much that I would do that for him.

But again , he'd be the one worried to death , just like I am right now. The one that wouldn't be in a coma would still suffer in some way.

I just wish we would just have something that wasn't bad at least. I wish he'd be there with me, and that we'd just have to laugh about a stupid sprained wrist and something else kind of broken, but not fatal for him. He'd play non-stop with his crutches if he had to have those.

We'd switch between his house, my house, Dustin's, we wouldn't stop moving around.

If only that was the only thing that happened. I wouldn't be here, sitting all day, hoping he wakes up.

"You know, I actually knew you before." Eddie said.

"You did?" I asked, surprised.

"In elementary school. You probably don't remember, because we weren't even in the same class. We never talked. I was... Much quieter before, the quiet type that wouldn't have the courage to tell he liked someone. I always watched you, from time to time. I still liked you, even with your bad haircut."

"That one was horrendous! How did you still like me?"

"I guess I just really loved you. And I will always love you, even if you get a messed up haircut."

If only Eddie saw what I did to my hair. I couldn't stay with this upside-down-monster-blood on my hair, even if I'd wash it, and it reminded me too much of what happened— so I just cut it off myself.

It's grown a bit since, but everyone can still see how badly cut it is.

But he won't care, probably. He'll still somehow find me pretty, in some way, even if I have no idea how. I'll probably mess with him a bit, it's funny when he goes into attorney mode to defend his case.

I hope he has nice dreams, at least. I don't want him to be trapped constantly in a nightmare. It's best if he dreams of hellfire, moments we had in the cafeteria, when we smoked under the bleachers, or when we skipped school because we didn't want to go to science.

That's what I want him to dream about.

As I got up from the chair, taking my stuff, I approached his bed and took his hand in mine. He still felt warm, he wasn't gone.

"I have to go back home, I'll see you again tomorrow though. I promise I'll be back. Sleep well." I said, kissing his forehead. I let go of his hand slowly, looking back at him when I stopped in front of the door, before leaving.

Eddie will wake up soon, he has to.

++

Crossing the doors of the same hospital I've been going to for more than a month, whose every corner is no longer unknown to me; I went up to the staircase, walking up to the 2nd floor to the room that's almost at the end of the corridor..

Before entering, I took a large inspiration like I do each morning in front of that pale blue door. Maybe I'm just preventing a possible heart attack in case I open that door and find Eddie wide awake.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be for today.

I expected this. I'm no less deceived than yesterday.

I set my bag on the empty chair, taking out my radio and turning it on to stay in touch with the others in case we need to talk. Dustin's intermissions are the one I hear the most throughout the day, he's a good kid, always tuning in to talk to Eddie, in case he might hear.

I've heard Dustin took over for Eddie as the Dungeon Master for now, they're doing a special campaign Eddie had stored out for them, so every Friday, I keep the radio at a low volume by the bedside table. It kind of acts as a lullaby for him.

Discarding of my jacket, I walked to the window and opened it, letting out fresh air inside. Everything was fine, again. The world was back to normal, almost. No one can ever forget the students who died at the start of the year, so we're just doing our best to heal for now.

Being the paranoid I am, I rushed to wash my hand in the bathroom by fear of giving him some microbe that might ruin his recovery. I just have to do it, even if I cleaned them at the entry.

That damn mirror is still there for me to see my completely tired face that clearly didn't sleep for a full night. It's just been hard to sleep on my own, it's like I don't even know how to do it anymore. Not feeling his weight on the bed as I'm laying by his side feels strange, the bed seems too big for just myself.

I just have to be patient, again. There's nothing more I can do, I'm not a Cleric or whatever. I can't pull off miracles.

As I turned off the water and dried my hands with the towel by the shower, I walked in the direction of the door and I stopped.

Eddie goddamn Munson was staring right. at. me.

His eyes were clearly opened, it wasn't a hallucination from sleep deprivation, right?

Right?

For a minute, my mouth just hung open. I couldn't seem to let out a word.

"Am I dead or what? You seem like you saw a ghost." Eddie said, looking around at the monitors.

"I'm in a dream, right?" I asked.

"I don't even know if I'm real." He replied.

"Oh god." I started to cry, rushing to his side. "You're back."

"I am?"

"You made it out, you're not dead." I informed. "It's not a dream, Eddie."

"Come here." He said, opening his arms to me. I fell onto his chest, still crying a bit. "I'm here now."

"I thought you'd never wake up."

"Neither did I." Eddie said, brushing my hair with his left hand. "Did you cut it?"

Still laying against his chest, I nodded. "I did. It didn't grow a lot since."

"It's okay, it looks good, even if it's not cut right." He reassured me.

"I know. It's horrendous, but in a good way." I said.

"In a good way, yeah." He answered as I pulled away from his chest to look at him.

"I missed you a lot, it's good to talk to you again." I smiled.

"I missed talking to you in real life. I'm glad." He smiled back, reaching for my right hand.

I took his hand in mine, rubbing his knuckles softly, "There's also other people who missed you, you know."

"I know, I'm too popular." He joked. "Can we wait a bit though, I just want a minute... or forty with you."

I laughed, "Forty sounds good."

"You know I really love you?" Eddie asked out of the blue.

"I do, because... I happen to love you too."

"Oh, you do? That's a surprise." He joked.

"Forever and always, Munson."

*

I hope you liked this fic :) if you did, don't hesitate to send me an ask! Requests are also appreciated, I write for other characters as well!

#Spotify #stranger things vol 2 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things fic #stranger things #strangers things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson x reader

[quiet-in-the-wild]

7, 18, 27!

7 what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium

I love aquariums!! Like weird fish (especially deep sea fish) were a big special interest of mine growing up.

Idk!! I can can’t choose. Fish that look like they have big personalities. Like a really grumpy or silly looking guy. I also love jelly fish & other bioluminescent fish. & I love manta rays & sharks. But I usually feel sad seeing such big fish in tanks.

I also love it if they have otters!! Some aquariums do. They’re so silly.

18 your boba/tea order?

I miss boba I haven’t had it in a couple years

I like black milk tea, brown sugar syrup & boba & this one place had a milk foam with a brûlée topping. It was so good

I also love fruity tea, with green tea, passion fruit syrup, and mango popping pearls.

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit

Currently stressing about clothes. They are so casual & im job searching & have no idea what to wear that doesn’t feel bland. (& im so particular)

Usually I’m wearing a super colorful patterned or graphic t shirt & jeans. Or a graphic crewneck sweatshirt & jeans (or jogger sweatpants) & I just own one pair of shoes currently & their tennis shoes that have seen better days. (I hate shoe shopping everything hurts my feet)

& I usually wear a corduroy or canvas chore jacket or a leather jacket.

So stressed about corporate clothes/interview clothes as a trans man. I used to just wear dresses because they were so easy. & I hate shirts with collars, & trousers, and loafers & color blocking as a style choice.

So idk I’m currently looking at Pinterest for ideas. Because I don’t want to be pessimistic, but I’m feel so trapped. & being mid size/plus size with an odd body type in general is tough.

Anyway. Casual & colorful, very patterned.

[trials-of-apollo-my-beloved]

A Collection of My Trials of Apollo Fics

This is the link to series I made of them here.

These are the fics linked individually with their summaries:

Rules Are Made To Be Broken

An Artemis Fowl Crossover. 

Three months after his return to godhood, while Apollo is taking the sun chariot through a merry ride over Ireland, he is attacked by a mysterious group of creatures. When seeking out more information on the species his questions are blocked at every turn. He starts digging for more information on the species that his father forbade him from seeking out, but realises too late that he should have stopped digging, when a prophecy is foretold that whatever those things were, they were going to spell the end of Zeus' rule on Olympus and that he was going to help them. 

Meg’s In A Musical 

Apollo thought his trials were over. He finds out he was wrong when Meg asks him for dance lessons in preparation for her school musical.

Meg and Apollo Strategically Don’t Die

Apollo, Meg, and Meg's younger stepbrother Cassius decide that they need some bonding time and head off on road trip through some of the states Apollo wished he got to explore more during his trials. When their car starts breaking down the group is forced to spend a few days at a dingy Inn in a small town. Things get weird when a murder gets reported around the Inn they are staying in.

Or a Meg and Apollo murder mystery road trip fic.

Door Three-Thirty-Six

Apollo finds his way into a therapy session. And despite telling himself not to, keeps showing up.

Quite A Picture 

"Will was missing. It shouldn’t have been possible, but I couldn’t find him."

Meg Just Wanted Cake

Vanilla Cake Recipe:

Two sticks butter Three cups flour One tablespoon baking powder One half teaspoon salt One and one-fourth cup sugar Four large eggs One teaspoon vanilla extract And one and one-fourth cups milk (Can be substituted with Apollo.)

I’ll Miss You

Meg and Apollo get held up at a bus stop and admire the view.

In Between Memory and a Dream 

Warning: graphic depictions of violence. 

I woke up in between memory and a dream.

I couldn’t remember anything except that I had a promise I needed to keep. I had a vague idea that death was supposed to be peaceful, an end. There was no end to whatever was happening now.

Mortality Ends In Too Many Ways To Count

Apollo puts on a brave face, but he fears death.

You’re My Missing Puzzle Piece 

She used to think Apollo was a failure. When Meg was trapped on that shard her stepfather called Apollo the worst kind of failure, a failure that could’ve been great, but gave up trying. But Apollo never gave up, she realized that night at the myrmekes’ nest.

He kept trying, and trying, and trying, and trying, until he physically couldn’t. About the things he cared about, Apollo never gave up. It just happened somewhere along the line himself stopped being one of those things.

A Single Moment

They were literally in the eye of the storm, and there was no question what would come after. What they were doing wasn’t a foray into the unknown; every single one of them had thousands of years to explore all possible outcomes, and every single one of them had come to the realization that there were only two; success or death.

Who I Am Is Not Who You See

Apollo and Zeus have a conversation. Every moment Apollo wishes they didn't.

Family Game Night

It's family game night at Aeithales.

Not In The Script

The Arrow of Dodona confesses his feelings to Apollo. (Polldona)

The Adventures of Lester Papadopoulos and the Scrap Master

Lester's life has been a on a steady decline ever since he left his abusive family to go be on his own. The days at his new job at his local coffee shop are monotonous and unrewarding until one day he gets robbed by a human traffic light that insists things around here start changing. Lester just wished the "here" she was gentrifying wasn't his life.

Fine to Not be Fine

Meg is sick. She doesn't like to be sick. She doesn't like the headaches. She doesn't like the aches. She doesn't like the snot. Most of all she doesn't like how people act around her when she's sick.

A Canvas is Still a Canvas Under the Paint

What would your first thought be if I died?

Believe in the Heart of the... Sun God? 

A Yu-Gi-Oh Crossover

Yugi and friends find themselves transported into the middle of The Dark Prophecy. Meanwhile Apollo and Meg find themselves in another universe, if Apollo's remaining gody senses mean anything, in the midst of a deadly... card game tournament?

Co-written with @txny-dragon @littleredniacurutu and @phoneheadedemployee 

Not the Hunter Not the Weapon

Apollo/AoD

The stars were gone and the sun rose to the next day.

An ode to

This entire fic is Apollo's scribblings on a piece of paper trying to write a song in Meg's honor. This is all he can manage after hours spread out across days.

This post is going to continue to be updated as I post more fics. 

#Trials of Apollo fanfiction #Fanfiction #Ao3

[judasgot-it]

Hey guys... sugar daddy Nanami?

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Had you been someone else, this could legally be classified as "stalking" or "harassment" under the field of law.

But you were different. You weren't just a regular ol' nobody off the streets.

You were the person who you knew, once you finally got the courage to talk to him, would finally be able to live your lavish dreams.

Nanami wasn't just a normal man. Everything about him screamed that he was rich.

His suit? It was tailored, specifically from a tailor in Indonesia that was more than experienced.

His hair? You'd never seen it look messy. Where you worked, you'd seen rich salary men of all types have bad days. Not Nanami.

His tie was also custom. A man who could pull off print must be special.

Having him wasn't a want. It was a need.

So you had found that the one consistency he had in his life was a bakery. Rather normal, but you didn't know his exact job. Mafia? Banker? Maybe he liked the food there.

Whatever it was, you were going to get closer to him. God be damned.

It was easy to get a job anyway. You were overqualified - you had a degree, although it was rather useless. No one really cared for graphic design artists these days.

But the small bakery, just on the corner of a hidden street was hiring. An easy job to get, and it was perfect - Nanami loved that place, you knew because you followed him into that store every day. You would sit, across the street where the pigeons would perch, and watch him as he ordered his daily order of fresh bread.

Usually, you would try to think of stupid reasons to talk to him.

Trip and fall? Possibly, but you also liked your clothes too much to risk ruining them.

Hire a robber? You don't know if he would help, or trust that the person you hired off of Craigslist would actually not steal from you.

Go and actually talk to him? Sounds stupid...

So, being employed was your only option. You actually needed a job anyway, since the money from your last sugar daddy was drying up, but it was all good. Nanami seemed perfect. His pants were totally packing fat stacks of cash.

So that led you to now. This was your moment.

After months of using alternate accounts to message him on Facebook and LinkedIn, you found out exactly how to approach him. He was a man of culture, a man of good taste in bread, and you were well acquainted in trapping men into spending money on you.

Now was for him to get into your trap.

You were the only person working the cash register at the moment. It was unavoidable that he would talk to you. The bakery also had a lax dress code; you had the perfect outfit that he could see, based entirely on what you knew he liked.

So when he came, at the same time that he did every day, you were ready. Like a predator primed for its prey.

He saw you, noticing that you were new. There was a slight hesitation in his movements, but he was perfect at playing cool. He simply walked up to the register, ready to order.

The bakery was empty since it was in a relatively slow part of the city. Tucked and hidden away, he really knew how to choose the right spot. You were glad you were alone with him.

He tugged slightly at his tie - oh that dirty, dirty boy!

"Sorry can, I have a uh."

The blond paused for a second, licking his lips. They were a little dry, but that was fine. You already knew this fine detail about him, and prepared to give him yours.

He was bound to want you.

"I apologize, but can you lean your head forward a bit?"

There was a pause as you blinked at the man. Hesitantly, you complied.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, just stay calm."

Was this some sort of power play? Was he going to put his dick in your mouth?

The thought of that brought a small smile to your face.

But disappointingly, all you felt instead was a firm pat on your head Nanami's (frankly large) hand slapped it.

"Ow!"

"Sorry. There was a spider, I didn't want you to freak out and hurt the bread."

Nanami was looking at you as his hand was shaking. Was he scared of spiders or something?

"Do you want me to go put it outside for you?"

He frantically shook his head, turning towards the door.

"I don't believe in food contamination. I'll be back in a bit, just give me a moment. The spider is trying to fight back."

You couldn't respond after that, since the man ran outside to presumably release it.

What did he mean by it fighting back?

Whatever. You could wait for a couple of minutes.

After all, it gave you ample time to figure out your next course of action.

Should you drop a pick-up line to get his number? Technically you already had it, but you should still get it under normal means.

This was important. This man was gonna pay your bills since, you really couldn't ignore how behind you were on rent anymore.

Was he sexy? Yes. His money? Even sexier.

Those numbers really get a pussy revving.

Although as you stood there, leaning against the counter, you waited. And waited.

And waited.

It was most likely only 5 minutes but for you it felt more like forever. You were already close to the end of your shift, so why did he have the gall drag things out for so long?

But you were no ambush predator.

These things took time and patience.

So you would continue to wait.

.

Even as it lasted until past your closing time.

It was specially 2 minutes and 47 seconds past that, when you saw Nanami walk past your storefront.

You kept it open. Just for him.

Sometimes these call for desperate measures.

So, swallowing what little pride you had left (next to none) you ran after him, calling out to him as if there weren't pedestrians trying to mind their own business.

The bastard even had the gall to look at you as if you were crazy. You? Crazy?

No.

He was the one who forgot his brioche.

"How did you know I'd order brioche?"

Nanami was acting as if he some dark secret was found about his past. Not an obvious fact that anyone could find stalking his friends Facebook pages.

"You just."

Trying to make up a flimsy excuse on the spot was sometimes hard. It's a skill to be a liar.

"You look like a brioche guy."

Nanami looked at you from his exhausted eyes, carefully staring at the bag in your hands. You pushed it toward him, not letting him get away with a 'no'.

Carefully taking the bag from your hand, your fingers brushed slightly. The man smiled a soft smile at you before whispering cursed words you wouldn't ever forget -

"I'm not paying for this."

After that. He simply walked away.

You weren't sure if you wanted to see him again after that.

If he didn't want to pay for a fucking brioche, was he even going to pay for your rent?

You might be actually fucked.

Anyway, sorry for this, I'm not putting Mr. Beast over here since I can't find the image :( so here's this beautiful reigo ship edit I found on Twitter. I like to think y/n was depressed it didn't work out, so they took her out for mcdonalds (they'll let y/n live in the walls if worse comes to worse)

#guys dont start a fic when ur delerious on pills #cuz now i had to finish it #what is this #if you read this im not sorry you chose to read this #jjk #jjk x you #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami

[raccoonfallsharder]

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ (a meetgroot*) Part One. Sugared Violets. 2/14

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 1/3 parts | wip | word count: pending.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

Part One. Sugared Violets.✩

groot attempts to parent-trap his dad.

When you first stumble across the garden, you’re not sure what your eyes are seeing. You’ve been on Knowhere for almost three rotations now, since the Guardians they call Kraglin and Adam had liberated the planet-sized corporate service center where you and a couple thousand other so-called “employees”had been living and working around the clock. “We can arrange to have you transported to yer home planet,” the one called Kraglin had told you all, glancing around with increasing nervousness at the flood of quiet, dead-eyed office workers. “Or ya can hitch a ride with us to Knowhere.” Most went home. As for you — well, you hadn’t fully decided yet, to be honest. But Knowhere seems like as good a layover as any while you make up your mind. And now that you’ve been here for a couple days, you’ve decided that the city-in-a-skull is lovely. It’s vibrant, and cluttered, and there’s almost always music playing in the speakers over the streets. Everyone who lives here seems grateful to be part of it all, even if life isn’t treating them well otherwise. Maybe especially then. You haven’t found your niche yet — how you can contribute, how you can feel useful and become part of this place, sink yourself into the bony soil of it and put out little roots — but it already feels a little like home.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 read more on ao3 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 masterlist with notes, moodboard, & concept art.

Part One. Sugared Violets. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ groot attempts to parent-trap his dad. ✩ Part Two. Crystallized Ginger. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ nebula talks some sense into the captain. ❤︎‬ Part Three. Candied Apples. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ everything bears fruit. ❤︎‬❤︎‬

some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

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[metalliceyepoker]

Hi! I loved your angst prompt list! Can I have 21,38 and 22 for our dear Karl, please? It can be with a happy or sad ending, I’ll leave it to you!

Alright. *knuckle cracking like firecrackers* time to fry my brain for some good writing practice mm.

21: "Don't look for me. I never existed. We never met. You can't save me. Go live your life."

22: "Shut the fuck up, just hang on, hang on, you can tell me what a, a bastard I am, hell, just punch me in the face after this. Just keep breathing....."

38: "Don't fucking touch me! Leave!!! Don't you fucking hear me?! Get out!!! Get the fuck away from me!!"

Ship: Karl Heisenberg x You (Y/N not used)

Tw: Blood, Swearing, Self-performed surgery mention, Self-harm, Graphic depictions of injury, Main character death (you)

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He was working on the new generator part when you trudged in. As usual, he greeted you with a quiet grunt, very much engrossed in the process of rewiring to fully turn around.

He continued to tinker around until a hand gently landed on his shoulder, which nearly made him hurl the screwdriver in his hand to the opposite wall. Again he grunted, this time followed with, "You know better than to sneak up on me like that." Annoyance was palpable, but both of you knew it was just for a show.

He never refused your touch.

You said nothing. Instead, he could feel your warm body pressing against his hardened back. But your grip on his bicep was too tight. And he could feel small tremors coming from where you held him.

"........Buttercup?" Masked with indifference, but you could tell that single nickname was filled with more concern than he'd ever admit.

Your hold only tightened at the underlying gentleness. You swallowed a few times to stop your throat from closing up entirely. You had to hold on. You had to tell him.

Small clanking sound. He put down the tools. Silence continued as you two stood in his workshop.

With some effort, you forced your muscles to relax and loosened the hold so he could finally face you.

He took off his sunglasses and oh, God. Now you were trapped in those beautiful green and gold. Even with the edge, so soft. So worried. You almost lost your resolve. Tears sprang to your eyes, and it only alarmed him further.

His gloved hand was now on the small of your back, and the other went to your face, his thumb tracing along your cheekbone. You leaned against it without even meaning to. Moth to the flame, as they say.

His eyes searched all over your face. You had to tell him. He deserved to know. You had to, had to, had to, it was now or never.

"I'm an undercover agent sent by Connection."

The words felt foreign on your tongue. You watched as his eyes grew wider. His jaw tensing. You waited for that tell-tale scowl of his, the only indicator of the upcoming fury that you rightfully deserved.

But it never appeared.

His face was only unreadable, though his eyes never left yours. His thumb continued to stroke under your eye, the motion meant to sooth, and never once wavering.

His face grew solemn. "I know." He admitted.

The burning tears now spilled down your face, and you whispered with so much disbelief. "Since...when?"

With breathy chuckle he whispered back. "Since day one, sugar. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. Besides," he wiped away a drop of tear that got caught in his thumb. "You are not that good of a liar. You could never lie straight to my face without making it obvious."

Even with the revelation, you bit down on your trembling lip. Even more tears slipped down, which caused him to crease his brows.

"Miranda knows." You barely managed to choke out those two words, and Heisenberg went completely rigid. He didn't even seem to be breathing, and the fleeting dread in those piercing eyes now bled into your heart.

Slowly, you slid your hand up to the center of his chest, and left it there. Feeling his hammering heart, you took comfort in the fact that at least the last moment you share with him won't be one that is filled with bitter resentment from betrayal.

"I want you to listen very carefully to what I have to say, okay?" You told him firmly, trying your best to speak to him in a level voice. The hand on your back came up to cover yours on his chest. When he gave you a small nod, you continued.

"Don't look for me. I never existed, and we certainly have never met." Heisenberg opened his mouth but you carried on. "If she ever asks about anything, deny it all. You....."

You swallowed thickly, but refused to stop now. He had to understand. "You can't save me. So.....so go and...........live your life."

Another beat of silence followed, but this time, it felt even more suffocating than the last one. The gloved hand over yours curled, and the grip was so tight it hurt.

"'Go live my life'?" He repeated, as if he almost couldn't believe what he's just heard. "'My life'? Buttercup......" fresh fire was ignited in his gaze. The more he talked, the angrier he seemed to get. "This isn't living. What makes you think I have my life?"

"Karl-" you tried, but now it was his turn to talk over you. "Act like we've never met? So you think I'd just give up on you? All because that wench found out about you? Think again, darling."

"You don't understand!" You shouted. Your tear streaked face crumpled as you wrenched your hand free from his grasp. "It's too late. I need to leave before-"

But Heisenberg snatched your wrist and held fast, your previously retreating form tugged right back into his personal space. "And where will you go?" With one eye brow raised, he inquired. "You just said that Bitch Mirander knows about your little secret. She has eyes everywhere, you know. If you were to run, you won't even get past the woods. If by some miracle you avoid all the lycans, the witch herself will drag you back by your neck. Kicking and screaming all the way."

Something about the way he said it caused you to involuntarily shiver. You realized a second later maybe he was speaking from experience.

"....I'm not trying to get away from the village. There's no point." You replied lowly. Silent tears continued to trail down to your chin. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get the flood of grief under control. You knew he would be stubborn, that was part of the reason why you fell in love with him in the first place. That was also how you knew, that even with you gone, he could go on.

You could feel his questioning eyes boring holes all over your face. Time to rip the band-aid off.

You opened your eyes, and met his stormy glare with your own steady one. You had to pull a few times, but eventually, seeing as you were not trying to make a run for it, he let go of your arm. Still, you took a few measured steps away, not breaking the eye contact. Taking a lungful of air through the nose, you steeled yourself.

Hesitant hand grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, you clenched your teeth, and yanked the fabric all the way up to the collarbone.

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he took in the bandages covering all around your torso. His eyes sweeped over the white, and immediately his gloved hand reached out, but you flinched, which made him jerk his hand away as if burned.

The initial shock swiftly turned into barely contained rage. "Who did this." He gritted through his teeth. You could tell he was looking at the bloody spots seeping through the guaze. "Let me guess. Miranda." You were almost unsettled at how flat his voice came out.

"She put something in me. I think it was Cadou. Not sure. I was in too much pain."

Heisenberg's eyes were practically glowing at this point.

"It's....dormant. She realized that the Connections didn't leave me with any important information, in case I get captured, so she tried to strike a deal. She told me to..." helplessly, you looked up at the seething Lord. "She sent me back. So I can spy on you, not knowing that we're much closer than we've been a few months ago. She said that she'll neutralize the cadou inside me and let me go if I bring back any useful information about you. That was 3 days ago."

"3 DAYS-" heisenberg started, then closed his mouth, trying to get his breathing under control. "Why didn't you come to me right away?!"

"I couldn't! First night I passed out from pain and didn't wake up until midday. Then I had to patch myself up. After that, I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid of how you'd react. I didn't even know you knew about me being an agent...." you trailed off, suddenly feeling so tired. No more tears were left to shed. So you just continued to look at him in defeat. "She gave me 5 days. If I don't report back, she'll get suspicious and come look for me, so I have to leave. You are right, there's no running away from this place. There's only one solution left, then."

His sharp eyes shifted as gears in his head kept turning around. Then, "No." There it was. He was never going to make this easy.

You sighed, fatigued from the pain and sorrow. "Karl. I have to go. She'll kill me in two days. Her finding out about us before that is out of the question. Nor am I going to let that bitch know anything more about you. And I'd rather die on my own terms." You tried to reason with him. There really wasn't any other way.

"NO!!" He bellowed, the metallic scraps and tools slowly rising into the air. "She took EVERYTHING from me! I'm not letting her have you too!!!"

"Ka-" you didn't even get to call out as he once again seized your arm, dragging you along as he marched to the door.

"I'll get it out." was all he said, resolute and final.

"Wha-KARL!!!" You struggled against his inhuman force, and even punched his shoulder a few times, but you were already out the workshop and on your way to the elevator. "Karl stop!! You know what happen to those who get their cadous removed! Karl!!!"

But the man was deaf and blind to your pleas, looking straight ahead towards his destination, like a goddamn race horse with blinders. As you were about to make an attempt to get him to trip over your leg, with dawning horror, you looked around the operating room.

Metal shackles clicked around your wrists in the blink of an eye, and Heisenberg scooped you off your feet, laying you down on the gurney. Your breath came out shallow, and you screamed.

"Karl stop!!! Stop!!! KARL!!!!!! Listen to me! You can't just get it out!! You know that!!!"

"If you die either way, worth a try." His crazy eyes brought fear that you've never known. When he grabbed a syringe, your thought ceased. Panic commanded you to shout out one glaring truth that came to mind.

"You are acting like her!!!!!"

A pause. The syringe slipped from his glove and shattered to pieces upon collision with soild floor. You flinched from the sound, but Heisenberg was deathly still. The shackles around your wrists twisted open, all but ripped to bits as they fell and noisily clattered on the floor.

You fell as well, as you scrambled to put as much distance between you two as possible in your panicked state. You backed up until you felt the stone wall pressing against your back, your eyes never once leaving the motionless figure.

Silence, minus your ragged breathing. Your eyes darted to the metal door once or twice, but you were almost paralyzed to take even a step forward. You watched his adam's apple bop as he swallowed.

"I...." It was barely above a whisper. His blank face slowly turned to frown. He tried again. "I...I didn't....." his eyes slowly rose to meet your frantic face. His face fell at the sorry sight. "Buttercup......."

"This is how I get to spend the last moment of my life?!?!?! Almost being murdered by the hands of the man that I love!?!?!?!" You wailed, you thought your eyes were dried up now, but your vision was already blurry from unshed tears.

After the pain induced coma, the first thing you did upon realizing what Miranda's done to you was crying your lungs out. You were going to die. Or turn into one of the mindless monsters. But what you dreaded the most was that you had to say goodbye. To him. The time you shared with him was over. The memories now distant dream, tainted with the inevitable doom.

But this......this was worse. You couldn't deal with this side of him on top of everything else. You were dying, and this was what you got. Your last hope of spending the final moment with him by your side, shattered like the glittering glass shards on the floor.

He winced at the word, 'murder', as you screamed at him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find any words to soothe you, but the deafening silence only stretched out. He fucked up. With utmost caution, he slowly reached his hand out, hoping to offer any kind of comfort.

As soon as you saw a movement you shrieked in terror. "Don't fucking touch me! Leave!!! Don't you fucking hear me?! Get out!!! Get the fuck away from me!!"

He immediately dropped his hand and took a couple steps back, stunned at your outburst. You curled in on yourself, trying and failing to block out the onslaught of pain that bloomed from your chest and head. Something told you the haphazardly stitched up cut was not the only source of it. You hoped he won't start talking, as that'll only make the pain worse.

You flinched at the thumping of the boots across the room, and the metal door creaked open, which soon closed with a soft click. Your shoulders stayed tense until the footfalls could no longer be heard, then you slid down to the cold ground, laying on your side. Tears pooled on the dusty concrete.

Now. You had nothing. The Connection decided to abandon you when they realized that Miranda was growing suspicious. Of course, they didn't have the courtesy to warn you, being a crime syndicate and all. It wasn't that you enjoyed working for them, anyway. But money talked, and walking the shadowy path had been all you've known your entire life, so begrudgingly, you took the job.

You didn't expect to fall in love with him.

None of this was supposed to happen. Well, being killed was a predicted outcome, but love? In a place like this?

You had limited options. All ending with your death. You wait until Karl comes back and picks up where he left off. You go into the woods, be another snack for lycans. You go into the field, lay down, and wait until Miranda ultimately finishes you off. You wait until the cadou inside you either agonizingly twists and shifts your body and eventually kills or turns you.

You looked at the metal table next to the gurney. Medical tools were aligned on the top, shiny like jewelry, lethal as any well-maintained tools could be. The scalpel glinted at you, reflecting the odd look in your eyes.

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Millions of thoughts raced and clashed against each other in his head, the cacophony so damningly distracting, he could get a whiplash just from thinking like this.

He didn't dare slow down his steps. If there was anything you two needed right now, it was the distance. Far away enough, so it could grant you some peace of mind, and for him, the time to calm his nerves.

The very possibility of losing you completely set him off, he didn't even know you were begging in his ears with all your might.

All he could think about, was that bitch has sunk her claws into you, and took another thing from him. Again. You were dying.

You were dying, and he had failed you. He'd sworn up and down that nothing in this world will take you away from him, and now all those promises seemed laughable. Just another failure. Like his projects, his life, and he himself. Even his ultimate plan to put an end to Miranda's tyrannical ways felt like an illusion. He couldn't protect the single most important person in his life, and he was dreaming of killing the so called prophet of Black God?

The steel platform beneath him groaned and screeched as each step made it sink down like his plummeting mood. He ground down on his teeth all the way to the workshop, breath heaving, and suddenly his coat felt too heavy, added layers too constricting, so he roughly shrugged it off and tossed the garment over the table.

He hastily fished out a cigar from the breast pocket and lighted it. Only after the familiar scent flooded his sense, did he slump against the wall to let out a long, pained sigh.

Now what?

He already scared you shitless with the stunt he pulled. You probably didn't even want to see his mug anymore, even in the state you were in.

How could he blame you after he tried to put you under and cut you open?

Like one of his experiments.

But he was trying to save your life! What was he supposed to do? Sit around and watch you die?!

But you were right. Once the Cadou was in, it was game over. The prognosis was grim, chance of your survival slim to none. Trying to remove it by force will only lead to the damn thing tearing out your inside along with it as it flailed its sickening tendrils around for survival.

Even now, he could almost hear your terror-stricken wail. Was he...was he really being like Miranda? Was that how you viewed him? In that moment, when he strapped you down and prepared for the operation...did you see her in his place?

His chest felt tight, so he let out a shuddering breath.

He didn't know what to do. But he wasn't going to let you waste away like this.

Oh, right. He'd kneel and beg at that cunt's feet. That's what she wanted, wasn't it? The show of complete submission. Pledging his loyalty to her in front of her band of delirious devotees.

He'd do it. If it meant you get to see another day, he'd grovel until his nose touch the ground, while they watched in glee. He'd face the jeers and sneers with a beaming face, please the mother once again, being her dutiful son, her favorite tool.

He squeezed the burning eyes shut. Maybe after you were stable enough, he could sneak you out of this madness. He'd pay that fat fuck however much he obnoxiously desired, but now that he knew just what kind of danger you had to face, just to be with him, he couldn't risk it. He had to let you go.

But first, he had to look at that wound.

He wanted to make sure the cut was well treated, last thing he wanted was for it to get infected and you dying in agony. He didn't know if you'll even let him near you, but he had to try.

He stayed in the workshop and smoked in silence until his cigar burned to half, assuming you needed time to pull yourself together after that awful event. Then he gathered around the emergency medical supplies. Cadou didn't react well to antibiotics, he'd have to use up all the antiseptic and alcohols. It was going to hurt, he thought, dejected.

When he returned, he made sure his steps were deliberate and loud, so you could hear him approaching. He only hoped you wouldn't run away in fear.

Standing in front of the operation room door, he strained his ears to hear if you're inside.

Nothing.

"Sweetheart?" He tentatively called out, and was met with only more silence. "I'm not here to harm you, so don't run away, alright?"

He pulled at the handle but found it locked. Feeing a twinge in his heart, he debated if he should just turn around, and leave you be.

After a few nibbles on his lower lip, with one short huff, he unlocked the door with his power. He carefully pushed the door open, trying not to startle you in case you were in the room, but found it empty.

All he found was a red puddle near the table.

A blood puddle. Bigger than the size of his hand.

Cold sweat erupted from the back of his head, right down to his lower back.

Before he realized, his feet carried him right next to the table with surgical tools.

A scalpel was missing, with a few droplets of crimson splattered over the other instruments.

Icy grip seized his heart.

He didn't know when exactly he bursted out of the operation room door, but now he was sprinting at full, screaming your name at the top of his lungs. The security room was too far away, so he did the only thing he could think of to locate you.

He came to an abrupt stop as his brows creased in concentration. The electromagnetic field around him expanded even further, almost covering the entirety of the factory. Vibration from machineries and numerous footsteps of soldaten were quickly brushed aside. Frustration bubbled under his skin, but he kept searching. Then, he sensed it.

Faint, unsteady walk, that echoed against the metal platform.

He didn't have time for the elevator. With a flick of the wrist, a dented metal sheet was summoned in front of him, and he wasted no time hopping on it.

He swiftly descended down to the deeper level, weaving in and out of the hanging chains and pillars that obstructed the way. Soon enough, with a soft 'thunk' the sheet landed on the rusted metal floor.

He could see you with your back towards him. But before he could take a step further, he noticed how dangerously close you were to the edge, peering down into the endless darkness.

Without thinking, he blurted out your name, which caused you to whirl around. For a few, heart-stopping seconds, your body swayed from the sudden movement, no doubt weakened from severe blood loss.

But then you grabbed the railing and steadied yourself. All the air rushed out from Heisenberg, and he almost sobbed in relief.

When his heavy boot connected with the floor, however, your eyes snapped up to his, the grip on the railing tightening. He didn't dare take another step.

"Sweetheart....l-listen...I'm not here to drag you back, okay? I won't do anything to you. I promise."

Doubt and fear danced in your eyes, and he let out a sigh.

"I really fucked up back there......I wasn't thinking straight, I'm sorry buttercup...."

But your eyes seemed vacant. The hollow look made him pause.

".........Liebling?"

You teetered backwards, and instinctively, his hand shot out to send metal panels your way. Instead of plummeting to your death, your back met the solid panels, and you slid down against them. When you cracked open the heavy eyelids, you found yourself cradled in his arms.

"H-how......what?!" now that you two were close enough, he couldn't believe the amount of blood that soaked through your t-shirt. Ever so gently, he peeled it off your chest, only to hiss at the state of your wound.

The sutures were all cut, the gash left wide open. And the cadou was...........

It wasn't there.

The cadou wasn't there. Only a gaping chamber in your chest remained, steadily spewing the precious blood out. Heisenberg could only stare at the impossible sight.

Your whimper brought him back to his senses.

"D-did you....sweetheart did you p..perform a surgery on yourself.....?"

You somehow managed a weak nod.

"But how.....?" He couldn't finish the question.

You answered anyway. "Anes....thesia........" you wheezed out. "Used spare.......from the cabinet...."

He still couldn't believe his eyes. The muscle tissues were clearly damaged, some veins ripped out, but by some miracle, major organs were still intact. It was clear the cadou struggled to stay attached to the flesh, but it failed to damage any major arteries.

Countless bodies he worked on over the years, but now, his inside tied to knots to see the gore.

Because it was your blood that coated his hands. Your body, torn apart.

He had to get you back to the operating room, NOW. He had to stop the bleeding, and properly close the wound. Didn't know how he'd replenish the lost blood, but he could only pray Duke had something for that.

"It's over..." you whispered, and his heart squeezed pitifully.

"Don't fucking say that, I can still fix this." He harshly replied, the panic overriding the grief, he collected you in his arms like the pieces of glass.

He stepped on the discarded metal sheet once again, this time with you in his arms. You had no more tears nor energy left, just grabbing limply at the front of his shirt.

"Earlier, you were so afraid of me taking it out. Why did you do it?" He quietly asked on the way up, his own dread masked with determination.

For a few moments, it didn't seem like you heard him. Then, "Worth a try, right?" You murmured.

So it was his fault you were this way. He tried to brute-force his solution onto you, and now you were bleeding to death in his arms.

He wanted to bash his head against the fucking wall.

As soon as he reached the upper floor, he dashed for the operation room. When he slammed open the door with his power and walked inside, your breath was already too shallow and short, sweat forming over your cold skin.

"Sweetheart- y-you...come on, don't give up on me!" He laid you down with all the care in the world, your bleary eyes looking up to his pained face.

"Go on....without me......"

He bared his teeth. "Shut the fuck up, just hang on, hang on....." he snarled, frantically preparing the medical tools. "You can tell me what a, a bastard I am, hell, just punch me in the face after this. Just keep breathing....."

But your mind was no longer under your control. Sleep engulfed the tortured soul, and you helplessly succumbed despite his pleas for you to stay awake.

~~~

And that's it! Mayhaps I'd write a sequel. Or not. Sorry it took so damn long, irl problems just kept stacking up on each other until I crumbled from the weight of it all. Took a break. Came back to stretch my fingers and oil my brain.

Torturing Karl so much fun tho.

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