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themelongum · 5 months
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truth or dare that plays out perfectly for jean, but not so much for eren
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multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere,” Sasha shouted, peeking out of the doorway. Wobbling her way, she approached our lounging area, glancing between me and Eren with a huge, silly grin on her lips.
“Just how much did you drink?” I asked, assessing her current state.
“Didn’t count,” she replied, giggling. “And, well, looks like someone was smoking,” she whisper-yelled, pointing at the joint with her widened eyes. “Didn’t know you kept secrets from me… Oh, secrets, right! I came to steal you for the ‘Truth or Dare’. Everyone’s in there ready to play, so let’s go.” She stretched out her arms and shook them, signaling for me to take her hands.
I did exactly that, getting off the bench, when she glanced over my shoulder. “You too, Eren!”
His nose wrinkled as he looked up at her. “Why do we have to play these stupid games every damn time?”
“Because we want to know your secrets, Eren.” She rolled her eyes. “Come on, don’t be so grumpy!”
His gaze slid to me, and I shrugged my shoulders, tilting my head with a smile as if telling him “Why not?”.
Through the noise of an ongoing party, Sasha led us upstairs, where it was much quieter. As soon as we entered a room that I detected as Historia’s, all eyes turned to us. Everyone I’d met so far was in that room, apparently forming their entire friend group.
Under their gazes—some warm and welcoming, some cold and wary—I made my way to the sofa, sitting next to Sasha, who plopped there, moving Marco and Connie. I had to shift even closer to the girl when Eren decided to sit there too. Next to him, Mikasa, Armin, and Annie sat on a smaller couch placed in an L-shape arrangement, while Jean stretched in an armchair at the opposite end of the bedroom.
Scanning the room, I met eyes with Reiner, who was sitting right across me on the edge of a king-sized bed, along with Bertholdt. On the other end of the bed, Historia was lying on her side, with Ymir sitting behind her.
“Alright, everyone’s finally here, so we can start,” Connie said, scooting closer to the edge of the sofa. “You all know the rules. Pick the truth, tell the truth. Pick a dare, do the dare.”
“Very informative,” Annie chimed in, her cheeks burning red and her eyes slit.
“If you’re a pussy, you can opt out by drinking.” Connie raised one of the liquor bottles off the table. He then focused his gaze on me, smirking before he said, “Our new girl here will start the game. Choose the lucky one.”
Shit, Connie, why me? I’m terrible at coming up with dares or truths. But at least I don’t have to be the first one to do them, I guess.
“Okay.” I gulped, feeling all eyes on me. “Connie, truth or dare?” I stared at the boy with a grin.
“Dare. You can dare me to kiss you, I won’t mind,” he replied, wiggling his brows.
But Connie didn’t get a kiss. Instead, he got a perfectly uneven mustache drawn on his face with a permanent marker. A little heart on his right cheek served as a consolation prize.
One after another, the truths were told and the dares were done. Prompted by Connie, Bertholdt ate a spoonful of hot sauce, and Annie then did fifty push-ups. Historia asked Eren about his body count over the summer, and when he said it was four, she labeled him a manwhore. Ymir flipped Reiner off when he asked her if she was a lesbian. And poor Marco had to jump in the cold pool water fully clothed and then just sit there soaking wet with only towels to help him.
When Reiner called my name, answering who was the hottest girl in the room, everyone seemed to be as surprised as me. Feeling my cheeks getting warmer, I averted my gaze to the side with an awkward smile.
As it came to Sasha, she fixed her eyes on me. Knowing her the longest out of anyone there, I was sure I would be safe with anything, so I chose to tell the truth. But I soon learned that I shouldn’t have trusted her in a state of inebriety.
“I know you don’t date, but are you into hook-ups?” she asked, raising her brows and giggling. “And,” she continued, “who would you pick out of everyone here?”
I could feel the burning on my skin from all the stares directed at me.
Why, Sasha? Quick, quick. I need to think of something.
“You don’t date?” Connie chimed in. “What about our marriage and four kids? Man, you’re ruining my plans,” he said, scrunching his brows and shaking his head in disappointment.
“Four kids is wild.” I laughed. “And don’t worry, Sash, you’d be the first one on the list if I had any,” I answered, earning a smug smile from her. Hoping that would do, I hurried to deflect the attention away from myself. “Mikasa, truth or dare?” The girl looked at me for a while before choosing to do a dare.
“I dare you to be my gym partner for a month,” I said absentmindedly, thinking she would take a shot. Mikasa, however, agreed to the dare, following with the warning about the intensity of her workouts and her strict schedule. And at this point, it seemed as if the dare was more mine than hers.
With the amount of voluntary and involuntary drinking, things got heated up. Some of the deepest secrets came to the surface, shamefully covered by blushing and averted gazes.
At one point, Connie and Sasha had to exchange their clothes, which was obviously more challenging for the former. Comfortable in a loose shirt and baggy pants, Sasha couldn’t contain her laughter every time she looked at the boy, who had to cover his nether regions for the rest of the night.
“Jean, truth or dare?” Sasha asked, bringing my attention to the guy, who had been quiet lately.
“Dare.” His eyes were already half-lidded as he nonchalantly scanned the room.
“I dare you,” she said, pausing for a second, “to kiss one of the girls.”
I didn’t know why, but I felt my heart sink at her words. It was probably the alcohol to blame, as everyone was practically wasted by that time.
Without hesitation, Jean got up from his seat and made his way across the room, confident in his moves, like he knew his target all along and was waiting for that dare to happen.
He was walking towards Mikasa. He didn’t look at her or at anyone in particular, but his movements said it all. Who else could it be on this trajectory? Certainly not Sasha. And Mikasa’s wavering gaze was more than telling, too.
Will he kiss her? Will she kiss him back?
My breath hitched when he turned to me, leaning closer. “’Tis okay?” he whispered, halting inches before my face, his eyes locked with mine. My mind went blank, and the only thing I could do was give him a nod, straightening in my seat.
In a second, his warm lips landed on mine, moving gently and rhythmically. He placed one of his hands on my left cheek, while the other slid from my back to my waist, pulling me closer.
His hold on me was firm, his strong arms lifting me slightly from the sofa. Reaching for his neck, I trailed my fingers up and down as we both deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, getting full access to my mouth, and I caressed it with my own, tasting a tinge of his liquor.
As we pulled away, I softly smiled at Jean, finding a grin on his lips. The extended eye contact became too much, and I shyly averted my gaze to the side, only for my eyes to be met with Eren’s intense stare.
He looked at me blankly, with no emotion visible on his face. But just a second before he looked away, I spotted something in his eyes, almost as if he was…
Disappointed?
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webslingingslasher · 1 year
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Heartbreak Girl
TASM!Peter x reader
Genre: sad, fluffy fluff fluff.
Word Count: 2K
Summary: Reader breaks up with her boyfriend and Peter is her best friend. Peter is finally able to admit how he feels.
I wrote this for my friend who just went through this and is hurting a lot right now. She needed a little Peter TLC and I delivered. @bigbysstones I hope this helps a little on easing the pain in your heart. You're allowed to be sad, the pain won't last forever and take time to love yourself.
“Hey, hey, hey. What’s going on?” 
Peter's words were soft, his hands coming up to grab your shoulders to get a good look at your face. Tears were running down your face, face flushed and breaths hard to control. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so upset, yeah you’ve cried in front of him. He’s your best friend, and it’s always been from a sad video when a dog dies and they give it the best last day, or when a soldier returns from war and surprises their kid. 
He remembers you coming over one night similar to this, just upset and crying and trembling breaths. Your second grade teacher had died, which even you admitted to him was silly but you had loved her, she made school a second home and interesting. When you didn’t have time for breakfast or forgot lunch she always kept snacks at school. When your mom didn’t do your hair one morning she was there to fix it up for picture day. She was a mom away from mom. 
And when she died the only thought was Peter could fix this, not your boyfriend. 
Peter had calmed you down, he held you and shushed you while he ran a hand down your back. He had talked to you about it, he asked you to tell him your favorite stories about her to relive the better parts of your memories from her and not the most recent one of her death. It worked too, slowly the tears stopped and your breaths evened and you gave him the biggest hug imaginable because he always helped your racing mind to stop and take a break. 
But tonight you had to go to Peter because there was no boyfriend to fix this. 
“What’s wrong?” 
You shook your head no, words weren’t even on the radar. The only thoughts circling your brain were breathing and having no boyfriend anymore. You couldn’t believe it, it had been a year. He was so good, he cared and he loved harder than you could’ve thought possible. Not anymore. 
Peter couldn’t stand looking at you anymore. You were shaking and stuttering on sobs, he pulled you into a hug finally. His arms holding you securly, he wasn’t sure what hurt you but as long as you were here it wouldn’t hurt you again. 
His hands were warm, his palms were burning into your back each time he passed your shoulder blades. His thick hands were melting you into him, at a point you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began, you were whole with each other. 
And you weren’t sure if you were ever whole with him. 
“I broke up with him.” Your words were uneven, they wavered and cracked. The admission made it all too real. 
Peter’s hands came to a stop. He never really liked him, he wasn’t a bad guy at all. Peter could tell he did care for you, but not in the way Peter could. And he did love you, but not in the way Peter did. There were times he did things that you complained about that Peter would tell himself ‘I wouldn’t do that’. 
He had seen you cry too many times, upset too many times, sad and uncomfortable and push over too many times. He loved you too much to see you go through that, especially because he knew better people were out there for you. Even if the other people he thought of were himself. 
“With who? Him?” He knew it was a dumb question but he couldn’t believe you actually did it. You told him last week how shifty he got out of nowhere and started to distance himself but you weren’t on the breakup train so he’s not sure how you got to the station. 
“No, my other boyfriend.” Peter rolled his lips in his mouth when he heard your tone. You snapped at him, like you were angry he was speaking to you right now. Instead of instigating he continued to hold you to him as you cried, you would calm down eventually and he would get the story but right now all you needed was for him to be there. 
“I’m your other boyfriend. Did you dump me?” He spoke the words in your hairline, his mouth pressing a kiss to the spot. Your breathing settled and you pulled back from him, you looked at his shirt and felt embarrassed at the tear stains. 
“I’ll loosen the wheels on your skateboard and you’ll fall and I’ll laugh.” You threatened. Peter’s smile broke across his face, “If I make you laugh it doesn’t matter how broken or hurt I am.” His words were supposed to make you feel better but you felt worse, your boyfriend- your ex boyfriend made it his job to make you laugh. When did he quit? 
Then, the anger took over. You were so sad but now it feels dumb, he had changed out of nowhere. You can plan for a change in time or weather but you had never planned on him changing his mind. He went from the caring, sweet charming boy you were proud to call your own into someone you didn’t recognize or want to see anymore. 
Even looking back now you weren't sure when he changed, it was almost like he was quiet quitting. It first started with Ted, Ted was his best friend and yours by association. So when Ted started talking about the football game they went to you hit your boyfriend with the side eye, because he said he had plans with his dad that day. In fact he canceled on you to help out his dad, and if he said he had plans with Ted for a football game you wouldn't have cared, but the fact he lied about it sent alarms off. 
Was that the first time he did it or the first time you caught on?
Because when Ted said the words your boyfriend hit him with a sharp look that even had him tucking his head in his shell. Then when you brought it up it was a fight, and he never started fights. It went on and on and halfway through it had more to do with him yelling at you then it did with him trying to defend himself. You knew then it was coming to an end. 
You balled your hands into fists and beat them on Peter’s chest. He told you once when you felt like punching someone to punch him, he could handle it. Peter stood still and watched you pound onto his chest, your breaths grew ragged and grunts were coming out of your mouth. You faltered and hit harder, punching Peter with more force than he could’ve imagined coming from you. You slowly stopped, your last punches rested on his chest and you broke into a sob. 
You weren’t even upset at him anymore, you were upset with yourself. Why are you letting him get satisfaction? He didn’t even care. He didn’t even care. He didn’t even care. He didn’t even-
“He didn’t even care!” 
You breathed quickly in and out your mouth. You pushed Peter away, you were telling him what you wished you said to him. 
“He was so fucking mean! So god damn fucking mean and I dont know why!” 
“He didn’t even care, Peter!” 
You ran your hands through your hair, you felt how much of a mess it became and pulled at the roots. 
“He didn’t fucking-” You stomped your foot, Peter winced but stayed silent. He was letting you express your bottled emotion. 
“He pulled away from me! Like I wouldn’t notice. I gave him everything, Peter. He was my everything. I loved him, I loved him so much, Peter. Why didn’t he love me enough back?” 
Your words dulled to a whisper, you looked down at the ground defeated and lost. Peter noticed you needed an answer, one he couldn’t give. 
“I don’t know. I don’t know how he could do that. I really don’t know.” 
You nodded at his words. 
Peter squeezed his eyes shut. 
“I wouldn’t have done that.” He looked towards you with lights in his eyes.
Your head raises to look at him. 
“Wouldn’t have done what?”  You were tiptoeing around the conversation. 
Peter let out a nervous laugh, you put him on the spot. He didn’t like it. 
“Anything he did.” 
He shrugged and looked at you, he took a breath and continued. 
“I would have answered you when you called. I would’ve drove down to Buxley’s to get you after Vanessa wrecked her car. I would’ve cried when Ryan Gosling died in The Notebook. I would’ve told you I was going to a football game. I would’ve let you come see my sister in her play with my family. I would’ve let you play whatever music you wanted in my car when I drove.” 
“You don’t drive.” 
You cut him off for the first time since his spiel. He frowned at you for interrupting, you held your hands up in a surrender and let him continue. 
“I would’ve let you win at skeeball because I could tell you needed to win more than I did. I would’ve laughed at your jokes no matter what because I know you held it in all day to tell me. I would’ve done it right.” His words tapered at the end, he lost his steam. His confidence slowly disappearing, he didn’t even know why he said all that. It’s not like you were going to- 
“Done what right?” You breathed out the words, you knew what he would’ve done right. 
Peter smiled at you. It was just enough his lips curled up, his eyes looked almost sad. It wasn’t pity but it was full of emotion he wasn’t sure you could give back. It was vulnerability. 
“Love you.” 
He laughed a little, just enough to ease the tension of his words. His eyes swung towards the floor with his honest confession. 
You laughed back. 
“You already do, silly. You’re my best friend.”
Is that what he meant though? 
He shook his head, he looked at you in the eyes. His next words were to you only. 
“Not like a best friend. I could love you like you’ve never been before. I know because I already do.” 
You stumbled a little. He said it, you knew that's what he meant but the confession made it much more real. You knew you loved him too, more than friends. It was always a will they, won't they with you two. But that’s how it’s always been, always on the cusp of dating or not. When you started dating… him, you missed Peter. You still hung out and talked but some things weren't the same. The hugs weren’t the same, you no longer sat on his lap on the bus. He stopped squeezing your hips from behind, he stopped loving you like you wanted him too. 
“Peter.” 
You weren’t sure how to say the next words. 
“I get it. I really, really do. And I think I could love you in ways you haven’t been before either. But, I just ended things with someone and I don’t think I can do this with you right now. I don’t want to say no, I really don’t want to say no.” 
You started to have tears forming in your eyes, you weren’t ready to love two loves in one day. 
Peter shrugged his shoulders and approached you, his hands cupping your face. 
“Then I’ll wait for you.” 
He said it with no hesitation. You were his heart, and he loved you so fully that nothing would keep him from you. Time, seasons, boyfriends or tears. 
“You’ll wait for me?” 
You placed your hands on his. You sniffed and he brought his forehead to yours, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. He whispered his words, they were for you and him only. He would wait a hundred lifetimes to have one with you. 
“Forever and ever.” 
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whumpsoda · 2 months
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Taking - Nevan & Darius
WOHEO Masterlist I finally wrote this… better now than never, I guess! I can’t wait to get more into early captivity stuff :D
cw: hypnosis/mind control, vampire whumper, kidnapping
This actually takes place a bit over six months after Malak was taken!
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“Yeah, Gen, I’ve got it, s’all good.” The sliver of a phone was pressed between Nevan’s shoulder and cheek, hands occupied with a bulky load of filled to the brim bags. He chuckled as he spoke, his voice loud and casual. “I’m already on my way back. I’m only like ten minutes away.”
He stepped in a lazy path down the cracked sidewalk, illuminated only by sporadically placed street lamps. The cumbersome bags bumped irritatingly to his legs with each step, crinkling into the silent night air. “I got Amara some toys too! They were pretty cheap, but really cute.”
A voice, muffled and glitched, spoke from the other end of the connection. “Aw, that’s sweet. Thanks, babe.” Genevieve said, from back at their apartment.
“I grabbed her a new bib, also. The one she’s got now is pretty gross.” He chatted, vision absentmindedly trailing over each next building he passed. Not many people could be seen inside, most already having returned home after dark. “How’s she doing?”
“Stop.” 
Nevan’s avid steps quickly became weighted, his legs gradually braking to a halt. Genevieve continued her energetic rambling, his mouth falling slack and any words dying right in his throat. 
“Still.” 
His muscles tensed, holding rigidly in their position. No matter the pouding in his mind, calling him to make a move, Nevan was simply and utterly unable to connect his brain to his limbs.
“…Nevan? Are you there?”
There was someone to his side, obscured by the convenient shadows of the dark and his unwavering sight. The most Nevan could manage was to sputter out a half baked, confused stutter. “He- hey-”
“Nevan?”
“It’s in your best interest not to fight.” They whispered, directly into his ear. Nevan’s breath hitched. “Hush now.” The stranger soothed, pressing a gentle hand to Nevan’s chest. “Just close your little lips and quiet your throat. Stay nice and still, completely quiet.”
“Nevan? Hey, are you there? Is this thing working?”
Nevan watched, all he really could do while paralyzed by fear and the hold of the man’s words on his mind, as Darius stepped into his line of vision. Dressed in drab, dignified clothing, the attacker studied him with an intense gaze.
“God, this stupid phone. Nevan?” She sighed. “If you can hear me, I’ll see you when you get home. Love you.”
With each careful inch forward, boots clacking against the floor, Nevan’s stomach caved further with terrified sickness, thoughts running wild yet too fast to catch. He shivered as Darius’ icy cold fingers clutched his chin, beginning to gingerly shift his head every which way, studying Nevan’s features.
Nevan swallowed. Genevieve hung up.
“Great bone structure. Clear skin, beautiful eyes.” He muttered, speaking more so to himself than Nevan. As he did so, the phone was slipped away from Nevan’s ear, an action he barely noticed, and Darius quickly flung the cell to the floor. The crack of the screen rang just feet away as it hit the concrete.
Nevan twitched at the sound, but didn’t dare take his eyes off the man inches away. His vision was fixed on Darius’ mouth as he spoke.
Sharp, jutting fangs stuck out from the rest of Darius’ glimmering white teeth, large enough to rip out his throat with a single bite.
A vampire.
Nevan wasn’t given the chance to dwell on the realization before a firm hand gripped a ball of his hair, yanking back his head and forcing a yelp to scratch from his throat. “Hm.” The vampire hummed, studying the locks and running fingers through them. “Dreadful cut, terribly uneven. Nicely soft and shiny, though. We’ll have to fix that up.” He noted. 
“I do think you’ll serve an adequate pick. Wonderful looks, an easily overcome mind.” Nevan tried to make sense of the vampire’s eery observations. As the gears of his terrified brain turned, Darius slipped into the nape of his neck, a swift action that not only caught him by surprise but fluttered in his heart.
“Above average blood, as well.” Darius whispered, smelling the other man’s skin and letting his breath beat upon the area. “You’ll provide a lovely meal. A sweet, docile, obedient little meal.”
Meal? Nevan didn’t want to be the snack of a bloodthirsty creature. A soothing, angelic voiced creature, who’s sensual purrs licked his mind. Of course he wouldn’t… want that.
Though, he couldn’t help the way his eyes turned glassy and his eyelashes fluttered from the idea. “A delightful idea, I know. Being nice and docile for a hungry vampire.” His voice was snaking its pleasurable way around Nevan’s brain, echoing beautifully into each crack and crevice. 
It was already apparent Nevan was beginning to crack. “Drop the bags. You won’t be needing those.” Darius commanded, and after a moment the human’s grip fully released. His purchases landed with a thud to the concrete, spilling right out of the plastic. “Good boy.”
As much as Nevan should’ve lingered on the fact he’d just followed the man’s instructions with not a beat of opposition, he paid far more attention to what the man had called him. 
The vampire had spoken to him like one would a dog. That… wasn’t right. But, the way he said it, singing it in his charming, echoing voice, it sounded so good. So right. He would gladly accept such praise if the stranger would continue in such a wonderful sound as that.
“Hm. Tell me your name.”
“N- Nevan.” It rolled right off the tongue, like he didn’t even need a second to think about what he was doing. Like he didn’t even have the chance to stop himself from providing the vampire with what he asked. Nothing felt off about such a thing though, actually pleasant to follow Darius’ demands.
“Isn’t that just convenient. A pretty name for a pretty thrall. I don’t even have to rename you.” Darius stated, pleased, a bit of a grin tugging at his lips. “Well, Nevan, as of tonight you’ll be coming home with me.”
Home.
Home. How could he have forgotten? “But… I need, uh, need… I’m going… home… I think…” he thought. Just moments ago Nevan was so sure of his goal, yet now he was doubting himself, the idea muddling inside his brain. He was going home, wasn’t he?
“Yes, that’s right. I’ll be taking you home. To my home. That sounds nice, don’t you agree?” The vampire stated, matter of fact. He appeared so confident in his words, like he knew just what he was talking about. Nevan couldn’t help but be swayed by them.
Home. That sounded right. “Sure… mister…” Nevan mumbled, his voice drawing into a thick slur with each next word. The corners of his lips twitched into the ghost of a growing smile. This kind stranger was going to bring him home! What a wonderful prospect, fluttering in his heart as he continued to think it over.
“That would be yes Master.” Darius corrected, purring tenderly into his ear.
Master? Nevan’s face went wide, shaking partly out of the trance. “N-no!” He cried, recoiling in shock.
“Shhh. Don’t go freaking out on me, relax. Let my words sink in.” One of Darius’ hands curled over Nevan’s chest, sweetly stroking in circular motions over his heart. “Calm and relaxed, again. Good and submissive you are, ignoring those ridiculous calls of defiance.”
The rigid grip he held on Nevan’s jaw moved his head into a slow nod, and as he continued to digest Darius’ words he couldn’t seem to tell if the vampire was moving it, or him. “Mmm… yes… Master…” Any fear still pent up  fizzled right out as he finally agreed, his body warming as he relented. 
“One more time for me. Yes, Master.” 
Nevan wasted not a second to obediently repeat. “Yes… Master…” his tongue was so drowsily heavy, weighing down his slack falling jaw and slurring his speech.
“Good, good.” More praise! It was strange how pleasant such simple words could feel, but so marvelous they were. The vampire finally stepped back, content that at least then Nevan had no qualms to fight back.
“Here,” the human followed with sleepy eyes, as the vampire plunged his swift hand into his pocket. “Put this on.” 
Nevan eyed the cream colored collar that dangled from his palm, held out expectantly for him to take. His vision carefully trailed down the thin strap of light leather, and the metal clasps that glittered in the light of a nearby streetlamp, taking on the image of a gift from a god. 
At that very moment, the only thing that mattered to him was the collar. The magnificent, calling collar. Anything and everything surrounding it was exempt from his vision, eyes purely focused on the magical seeming item.
Nevan barely processed the steady, mechanical lift of his arms drifting toward the object, obediently following the vampire’s orders. The coarse piece was gently lifted to his throat, and wrapped around his bobbing adams apple by his own fingers. 
His body felt distant and fuzzily disconnected from his clouded mind as he did the clasp, creating a tight, warm ring around his tender neck. Nevan could sense the vampire’s piercing eyes following his motions, but could sense his satisfaction.
“I’m certainly lucky I found you at that dreaded skate park.” Darius’ words were thick with disdain, his expression twisting with disgust. Sorry guilt churned through Nevan’s belly. “It’s rare for me to find an acceptable thrall so quickly, but I’m sure you will do.” His knuckles softly brushed Nevan’s jaw, sending the human’s mind reeling once again.
“Skate… skate… park? Do… do I know you…?”
“You surely don’t remember it, but we’ve met. You mustn't need to worry your pretty little head about that, though. Nothing of your concern, really.” Of course, the man was right. Nevan had no reason to question him, he’d much rather just listen to fuzzy words slip from his magnificent lips, watching the buzz of his throat.
“There’s no need for you to speak, either.” He instructed, hushing Nevan by pressing a finger to his lips. Nevan couldn’t help but giggle as the contact flooded a slight bliss through his brain, a reaction Darius evidently found repulsive as he gave a look of disapproval.
The human blinked hard as sharp snaps of a delicate hand went off in his face, catching his sleepy attention. “Come along now. We’d best be heading home.” 
Nevan eagerly began to follow, although with the daze of his head he seemed to wander, Darius’ graceful path the only indication of where to step. Soon he’d even forgotten where they were headed.
He didn’t mind. Really, he didn’t have the mind to think about it. The man with the wonderful voice could tell him all he needed to know, and he would be satisfied.
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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years
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Can you make a dylan fic with a similar vibe to ‘sour’ your joseph fic? just basically needy sex and he takes care of her? 💓💓 you’re so talented and good at writing it’s crazyyyyy! 🤩🤩
Author's Notes: Thank you very, very much. You're incredibly kind. I actually had something similar written a bit ago, but never really intended on sharing. But, I started sharing my Dylan works a while ago, and this request came in...sometimes things fit nicely, and I like that. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, Arguing/ Tension, Slight angst, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut*(established relationship, dom/sub relationship, choking, hair pulling, biting/ pinching, oral sex - female receiving, use of safe words - lights, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)
Requested? YES! Requests are open!
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
They were not having a good day.
She was having a hard day with her writing, and Dylan was frustrated. He felt shitty and there was no other soft, term to sugarcoat it. He just didn't feel like himself that day.
"Baby, I was going to order Thai food for dinner. What did you want?" She questioned as she stood in the living room while Dylan watched baseball.
"M'not hungry." Dylan mumbled as he kept his eyes low, and fixed on the television.
"You haven't eaten all day. What do you want, Dylan?" She sighed, asking once more a little firmer as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Don't. Alright? I'm not in the mood for your attitude." Dylan grunted with a glare.
"What attitude? God, Dylan!" She snapped before she stormed out of the room, but Dylan was hot on her heels. He might not have been in the mood for her attitude, but he was in the mood to argue.
"This. This attitude. You're being a fucking brat, and I'm not having it. Give me this." Dylan spat as he grabbed her phone from her hand and placed it down on the counter a little harder than she would have preferred.
"Dylan! That's my new phone!" She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest again, glaring at him before she went to reach for her device.
"You are in your fucking head all the time, and that's why you can't write anything right now. And then you project all your shit on me. I'm done with it." Dylan growled as he pushed her phone across the counter, out of her reach.
"Like you're so sunny to be around today, O'Brien." She scoffed with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her arms across her chest and accentuating her chest.
"Don't. Don't do that." Dylan warned as he pointed to her chest, watching her take deeps breaths in. He disliked when she talked back to him, but not as much as he liked it. He liked how her face got flushed, pupils dilated and breath uneven when she told him that he was, "a fuck". He liked it when she jammed her finger into his chest, all weak and with no force whatsoever, and then stormed off with that exaggerated sway in her hips.
"Don't stare at my tits then." She snapped as she went to turn on her heel, only to have him take hold of her wrist and tug her back against his chest.
"You know I'm more of ass man, sweetheart." Dylan mumbled as he held her wrist and looked her over.
"Well, watch this ass walk away. You don't get to play, O'Brien." She muttered as she pulled her wrist back and turned to storm away from him.
"I said, don't." Dylan growled as he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, sitting her on the island counter with a thud.
"You're asshole, O'Brien." She whimpered as she pulled his hair hard, making him groan.
"Well, you're a little brat and I'm not too fond of you today either. Did you at least get something done? Make your attitude worth it?" Dylan mumbled as he ran the palm of his hand over her collarbone to her throat, trying t keep his dominance as she rolled her body into his.
"Yes."
"Good. Are you going to be nice to me now?" Dylan grumbled as he gently flexed his grip on her throat, feeling her whimper beneath his palm.
"If you're nice to me." She shivered as she pulled at the hem of his shirt and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.
"I'm the nicest. I'm such a good boyfriend that I'll lick your pussy, right here on this counter. Would you like that?" Dylan breathed out as he kissed below her ear, his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.
"Dylan." She whispered as she tipped her head back so he would kiss her neck more.
"You want my tongue between these thighs, honey? Did you miss me today?" Dylan hummed as he pushed his free hand between them to rub her core through the fabric of her leggings. He felt a territorial grunt bubble in the depths of his stomach as he felt her leggings damp beneath his touch.
She wasn't as angry with him as the little show she had put on today.
"Yeah, baby." She breathed out with a delicious little roll of her hips into his fingers and Dylan completely forgot why he was upset.
Dylan muttered incoherently under his breath as he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and wrestled them off. He rooted his fingers in her panties and tore them at the centre, humming when he saw her soaked folds underneath.
"Come here." Dylan growled as he hitched at the waist, hooking his biceps under her knees to bring her core to his mouth. He gave her messy licks and kisses all her folds, tasting her for the first time that day and he was ravenous.
Her back arched off the counter, her thighs pressed to the sides of his handsome face as she pushed her hands through his hair. She whined and wriggled in his grasp as his tongue swirled around her folds in the most obscene and steadfast circles. He was so good between her legs, and he fucking knew it.
"Gonna make me cum, baby." She whined out as she tugged his hair and rolled her hips into his face.
Dylan hummed triumphantly as she gasped, finishing. He pinched the back of her thigh and gave her entrance a messy open mouth kiss after she came, then tugged her off the counter and put her back on her feet.
"Bend over." Dylan mumbled as he helped her turn around, manhandling her to his desired position. He bend her over the counter and shredded the remainder of her panties, letting them fall to the floor.
"Dylan." She whimpered as she stood on her toes, holding her weight on the counter as he ran his thumb through her drip from behind.
"Sometimes I wanna fuck the anger right outta you, but you know I kinda like it. You know I can handle you. Right, honey?" Dylan mumbled as he wiggled out of his sweats, lined up with her entrance and tugged her head up with his fist wrapped around her hair.
"You couldn't fuck me hard enough, O'Brien." She spat as she pressed back into him to try and fill herself with his length.
"Says the woman who cried because I fucked her so good Saturday night." Dylan growled as he gave her a firm thrust with no warning, making her cry out.
"Fuck you, Dylan." She shivered as she pulled her nails across the countertop as he filled her out, then began a fast pace to shake her whole body.
"Move your hips a little and you will, honey." Dylan teased with a tug of her hair as he leaned down to bite her neck. He groaned into her neck as he felt her bounce back into him, her walls squeezing him tightly.
"Yellow light!" She cried out as he nudged her gspot at a particular angle that made her entire body go weak. After all the anger and emotions she had felt that day, she didn't want to feel him there while she attempted to hold herself upright.
"M'sorry, honey. Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" Dylan panted as he pulled out just a little, hands on her hips as he buried his face in her neck.
"Couch?" Dylan replied as he eased out of her, turned her around then lifted her up ever so gently to carry her to the big sectional couch. He laid her back on the couch and positioned himself between her thighs, kissing along her neck as he waited for her go-ahead once more.
"I didn't say stop." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to his.
"M'sorry we fought today. Oh, damn." Dylan groaned as he slipped back inside of her.
"No. I'm sorry, baby." She pouted as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, tugging his shirt.
"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers, hands gripped at the backs of her thighs to pull them high around his waist.
"Yes! Will you cum with me, Dylan?" She whimpered as she rocked her hips with his.
The moment Dylan heard her say his name, his hips were no longer his. They became wild, on a mission of their own and it was all he could do to hold on. He gripped her thighs and pressed his forehead to her chest as he came inside of her, a growl deep in his abdomen as he rolled his hips through the aftershock.
"Goddamn, woman." Dylan sighed as his body became weak, flopping on top of hers. He could feel his hands shaking even as he pressed them to her thighs.
"You started it." She teased softly as she placed a soft kiss to the top of his head, her own hands clutching his shirt.
Dylan let out an exhausted laugh as he used all of his remaining strength to turn them over, resting her body on top of his.
"Goodnight, honey." Dylan mumbled as he stroked her hair, both of their bodies fragile and limp. There was more apologizing to do, but that was to be done later. They had so much time.
"You don't want to go to bed?" She asked with a soft kiss to his neck.
"Here's good."
**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo
Requests for Dylan O'Brien, Andrew Garfield, Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn are open!!! Requests for OBX are closed.
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dross-the-fish · 9 months
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Selma hauled her overstuffed carpet bag down the hall as she made her way to her quarters, eager to get out of her travel clothes and have a wash before she joined Quincey and Larry for dinner. As she rounded the long corridor that led to the guest rooms she halted. There was a short, dark-haired man standing at her door. When he turned his head to look at her, she froze, caught off guard by his odd appearance. This could only be the infamous Edward Hyde. She’d been warned about him but seeing him in the flesh was, nonetheless, a bit of a shock.
“You’re staring,” keen as a razor Hyde’s voice cut through silence. The edge of it dripping with threat. Selma caught herself and averted her gaze from the shorter man, “Beggin’ yer pardon. That were rude of me,” she apologized, tipping the brim of her hat politely.
“Pretty manners you have for a yokel.”
 Biting, mocking. The thick, corded hand that seemed ever fixed to the knob of his cane flexed with barely contained malice. Selma’s own hand, calloused from years of work, rested on the handle of her pistol. Not a threat or warning, merely a precaution. Hyde’s acid green eyes flickered to her weapon then back up at her face.
“My Ma always told me you don’t get nowhere by bein’ rude,” she offered, keeping her tone even.
“Your Ma is a fool then, rudeness gets me farther than manners ever did,” His tone lightened in amusement but his hand did not unfurl from its grip on the cane. His thin lips were stretched so tight they seemed to barely contain his unfortunate arrangement of large, uneven teeth, “How far do you reckon yours are gonna get you?”
Selma frowned down at him, “I’m hoping, for both of our sakes, it’ll take me farther than shooting you where you stand,” she made no move to draw. She and Hyde stared each other down, he was the first to break, out of restlessness and boredom. His cane tapped once, loudly against the floorboards, echoing through the hall, the sound bouncing all around until it faded into air that Selma found suddenly and unpleasantly thick.
“Are you afraid?”
Hyde’s curiosity was the only thing holding his wrath in check. Upon realization a furl of resentment curled in Selma’s chest. He was toying with her. This was a game to him, a game that could end her life yet to him represented nothing more significant than the amusements of a particularly cruel school boy. Selma did not care for games and she had no intention of trying to bluff him out by pretending she was braver than she was. “I am, but it don’t make much difference, does it? What will be will be,” she replied evenly, “You’re scary, and I do fear you, Mr Hyde, but I’ve taken down worse, so if you wanna try it you got however long it takes me to draw. But I ain’t aimin’ fer a fight and I ain’t movin’ until you do.”
Hyde whistled appreciatively, “Now there’s an honest answer. Not enough of that going around, what with all of our team mates lying to themselves and each other,” he said brightly and Selma sensed that the danger had passed. She allowed herself to relax ever so slightly, realizing that the hand that had been holding her carpet bag was growing sore from the tension. She set it down and gave her fingers a flex before she looked back at Hyde. It was her turn to be curious. Unwise, though she thought it was, she had to know what he meant.
“How do you figure they’re lying?” she asked.
Pleased that she had asked, and eager to talk, Hyde perched himself on the end table next to her door, carelessly knocking over a vase and giving a self-satisfied grin when it shattered, “Oh they’re all liars in their own way. They tell themselves little tales to keep themselves going. Harker tells himself he’s brave and that being a good friend will be enough to save Larry, he doesn’t really believe it with as much conviction as he puts on. Larry tells himself that he’s not responsible for killing his parents, even though his guilt screams so loudly that it is that it keeps him awake and crying into his pillow at night. Adam tells himself and everyone else he’s not a monster but then spends an hour washing invisible blood off his hands and Watson tells himself that if he just keeps pushing forward, he’ll find his friend alive even though he’s leaking hope like a sieve,” the smirk broadened and Selma should have been repulsed by the nastiness in it but she found that she wasn’t. Though she did not intend to voice it, she knew exactly what he meant and secretly agreed.
“If I catch yer meanin’ what you’re really saying is that they’re lying to themselves because they have hope,” she ruminated for a moment before she continued, “Do you think hope is a lie then? Just on principal?” There was no judgement in her tone, merely more of the same, even, curiosity.
“Sharp little thing, aren’t you?” He seemed pleased but didn’t elaborate and Selma bristled at being called “little” by a man half a head shorter than her. The trollish fiend simply eyed her expectantly while he bit off and spat one of his grubby, blunt, finger-nails onto the polished hardwood floor.
“I don’t hold on to hope, myself, hurts to much when it dies,” she remarked, bitterness creeping into her tone.
“There’s a smart Lass, there is. I was hoping you’d be tolerable.”
Lass…lass and little, two words that seemed exceedingly out of place coming from a man who was shorter than her and seemed close to her own age. Selma’s instincts told her that there was much more to Mr. Hyde than he appeared but she was astute enough not to press her luck and rouse his ire again. Increasingly she wanted to go to her room and rest. Picking up her carpet bag again she moved forward. Not wanting to risk being rude or abrupt she held out her free hand to him, a gesture that caused his thick eyebrows to shoot up into his unkempt mop of greasy black hair.
“Not afraid I’ll bite you?” he grinned, showing off every jagged tooth in his head.
“No idea if you will or won’t but I stand by good manners even if they don’t help me much,” she replied, “My name’s Selma Morris, how do you do?”
Satisfied with her answer Hyde hopped off of the end table, crunching the broken bits of porcelain vase under his shoes, “Edward Hyde, a pleasure, Miss Morris,” he said closing his thick hairy hand over hers. Selma relaxed and gave his hand a firm shake, not balking at the sweatiness of his palm or the thick, black, hair dusting his knuckles.  She’d made it through and the ordeal was over, now all she had to do was take her bag to her room and-
“OW! What the hell did ya do that for?!” she cried jerking away her bitten wrist with a string of curses. He hadn’t drawn blood but it was going to bruise. Damn lunatic.
“You let your guard down, Morris! Shame, you were doing so well! I’ll see you at dinner!” his laughter echoed down the halls as he bounded away, knocking portraits askew in his wake.
“I shoulda stayed in Texas…”
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“Doth thou understand?”
Clementine flinched, her heart leapt at the unexpected voice behind her. With a sharp movement, she turned her head and met eyes with those of a girl standing only a mere foot away.
The girl had luscious black dainty plaits, much like her own, though hers were intricately woven and adorned with small, delicate adornments; designed as silver vinery and white dove charms. Her attire wasn't as striking, a beautiful sage dress with a gaunt apron. She seemed cheap, but it wasn't a bother with her visuals.
As their eyes met, she couldn't help but notice the brightness of the girl's near noir eyes, Clem wondered why her lips curled slightly downward. Was she frowning at her? The realization made her try to fix her face into a falsified smile but it was too late since she was already looking down at a crumpled paper.
“I can't seem to grasp where to go, these doors seem locked,” the girl said, her voice was set with distress as she yanked at the stone handles, a played off laugh escaping her lips. Clementine bared her teeth once she noticed the blood in her index travel down her ashy palms from the harsh texturing of the door.
“T' seemeth there's a figure in the distance,” the girl turned, shaking her hand and blowing on her finger. Her accent was irregular, hinting that she might be from one of the small housings nearby.
“She's belike coming towards us?” Clementine inquired and squinted at the girl rushing towards them.
“I think I know her,” the girl replied before waving her hands and standing on her tiptoes to get the runner's attention. As the figure drew closer, the two realized that the girl had no shoes on, her white gown stained with red blotches. Her appearance seemed almost otherworldly, with crazed eyes and oddly cut hair that stood with uneven strands at her nape. Clementine only watched as the girl nearly slipped on her torn hem, only to catch herself at the last moment by gripping onto a nearby wall covered with vines.
The sight of the girl' disheveled appearance made Clem nauseated, the blotches of purple and red that aligned her neck nearly made her hurl. The woman shook her head slowly, her left hand clasped around her mouth as she wept silently.
“I wast there for months, nonstop torturing on mine own corpse. I couldst barely feeleth mine own digit and I haven't felt mine own chest never tight with scars in so long,” she sobbed into her quivering hands before holding a hand to her chest then muttered “my chest feels like it's smoldering..” as she collapsed to her hinds. Her pupils dilated looking into the cloudy skies with some sort of relief, as if she saw heaven itself.
“I haven't seen the lighteth in many days, and I wouldn't bethink yond I wouldst finally receiveth out. That gent ruin'd me forever; mine own beauty, mine own family, and everything is gone. That gent did want me all for himself. I wisheth yond thee girls runneth and findeth safety. The prince–” she coughed up a significant amount of claret before continuing, Clem's stomach curled inward when her eye caught the bone that peaked out of a deep wound on the injured's ankle.
“Grabs girls from wherever just to playeth his naughty games for hours on endeth until that gent hath brought me to the undergrounds just to 'toy' 'round with me,” her verdant eyes already losing life with every word as her skin turned paler with a tint of blue on her neck and cheekbones. the girl with the plaits stumbled back a bit, the nauseam probably got to her now. Clementine could hear the girl from earlier only weeping and whimpering as she approached the distressed woman.
“Shouldst we wend findeth help, dearest Faith?” The girl's hand reached out to the woman's scar beneath her eye with a torn handkerchief. “Nay, Yizhuo!” Faith screeched her retort, causing poor Yizhuo nearly to fall on her bum. “Mine own end lies here and not at the Seine River down in France with mine own fiancee. I bethink that gent hath passed from the pox,” she reminisced with a small heave, snot traveling from her lip to her quivering top lip, looking at the ravens passing above.
“I putteth mine own desire into thee two yond'll only witness mine own final moments..” Her dying eyes met yours, “It'll pose as a warning after all..” Faith blunk slower before her head rested against the palace's alabaster concrete; her chest falling for the final time.
A resounding yell came from across the grassy area where they had seen Faith only a few minutes ago. A fine male in navy formal attire, his white pants stained from the dew and dirt from the ground approached those two with a smile that could make a child sob and shrink into their guardian's side. Yizhuo's only instinct was to yell and holler across the field, all types of pleads and incoherent sobs escaping her lips.
The brown-haired male finally caught up and met eyes with the now-deceased woman, her skin as pale as a spirit and bruised like a hobo. Squatting near the body, he seemed to have no reaction, and it may have been Clementine's imagination; but a smirk may have pulled at his lips, murmuring, "I can't believeth thee finally get hence." Clem even stared at the plaited girl to see if she heard, but she only cried her fragile heart out.
"The lady wast belike a trespasser," he concluded.
Them both gasped at the comment.
“I marry doubt it.” Clementine mustered up her objection, trying to make it seem that she totally wasn't affected by the awful circumstance that occurred only a few ago. “I don't believe thou should comment.” he seethed as his expression dropped fully, your skin felt like it was burnt by hot coals at his cold tone.
“We saw her pass right hither.” Clementine managed to shyly retort again, it sounded more like a mouse's squeak. He glanced at the deceased again before turning back to Clementine, his jaw clocked.
Silence ensued and her skin went still and cold, losing all its previous warmth. There was only a gust of wind that brushed the longer section of his hair that reached his nape, his jaw clenched as he finally arose and pinned her against the wall with brute force; strangling a small wince out of her. Huo only attempted to push him away unsteady, only to be knocked down quite comically on her rear against a stone veneer.
The stone scraped at the back of Clementine's neck once he shoved his head in her neck, his hands travelling on the incline of Clem's backside, right on top of her bustle. His canines bit the crane of her neck before he would soothe it with a slick suckle. “I can't standeth dram working-class wanderers who think that they could stand 'gainst the word of somebody alike me." His tense hand gripped her jaw, your thin bustle rose slightly at his sudden gyrations against her backside. Clementine's body went taut in his grip out of scare, his fellow cold, coarse hand spiking goose flesh on her forearm until it tightened alarmingly before he stepped away.
She immediately fell on the cobblestones at the loss of support, he only snorted at the misfit. He gave the two another smile before he extended his arms for them to grab on. Once you both got to your feet, he turned with a prance.
“Cometh as I may taketh thee to thy respected area!” he said in some sort of boast, taking . He did it as if nothing had occurred only a few moments ago. “Bethink not I did introduce myself correct, but I am thee prince, of course!” The prince moved enthusiastically with a little prance in his steps towards the entry way. “Thee both shouldst be delighted to beest in the presence of me or coequal mine own brother..” His voice stooped down playfully at the mention of his brother.
“But I don't seem to recognize you..” There was a pause in Yizhuo's interruption as if she was trying to revive a memory. “You must be King Kunhang's brother! Yangyang?!” Yizhuo's eyes lit up. “I'm usually said as the.. other.” He recalled in a mutter as a muscle in his jaw moved, his face was now melancholic with bits of jealousy. Both of the girls made a small “oh” before they both eyed eachother before he swung open the door to the Navial Palace.
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Love in the Dark: Ocean’s Apart (2)
a/n: part two of the angst fest! (I’m pretty sure someone has already done this but i like angst) time for our favorite witch - Agatha Harkness!! prompt: you can’t take the distance anymore word count: 1.3k tag list: @our-blood-is-our-ink warning(s): breakup; feelings of insecurity; falling out of love; oh this one is angsty - it hurts, very pain; yes i did project during this part, yes Y/N’s reactions are how i would react, it’s totally fine let’s just get on with the fic pairing(s): agatha harkness x fem!reader
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You could count all the times you felt like this and yet it hurts every time. The feeling of being alone while with the one person who is supposed to be there for you. Feeling the discomfort and quiet in the air with each pause in conversation. You were tired of the distance.
You didn’t know when it started, when she started to pull away. For what you could remember, it felt sudden. Once, she listened to your rants and tangents about Disney theories or fun history facts you had read that day but now you could tell she wasn’t. It was awful, that feeling. The feeling of excitement to tell your wife something only to be shut down by the empty look in her eyes.
Oh her eyes.
They used to be endless seas of love, where you could spend hours drowning in them but now they were nothing but steel walls. Too many nights were spent with you speaking animatedly only to trail off once you realized she wasn’t paying attention. Yet you still clung to the relationship, to the illusion of love that plagued your mind. There had to be something there, something.
But one night, you had a moment of realization. A realization that sent your mind racing and your eyes filled with tears. You sat on your couch, the homemade meal long forgotten on the table, your legs curled up against you as you clutched your chest, breaths uneven as you sobbed. She had missed your anniversary dinner, the one you spent hours on, the one that you had planned for weeks. It was like running full speed at a brick wall.
Agatha Harkness had fallen out of love with you.
As you sat on the couch, watching the clock, thoughts were racing across your mind.
What if she’s just late and you’re overreacting?
What did I do wrong?
Oh gods, is she seeing someone else? No she wouldn’t…
When did I stop being enough?
After an hour of watching the clock, waiting for the sound of your wife coming home, your shoulders sagged, your head falling into your hands as you cried.
You couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t stand this agonizing distance, the feeling of being ocean’s apart from your love. You hated feeling like you were making her stay with your love, so now, you would let her go. With shaking legs, you got up from the couch, palms stinging with pain as you cried. Making your way to your bedroom, Agatha hadn’t slept there in a long time, you dragged out a suitcase, grabbing anything of yours and tossing it in. Once your drawers were emptied, your side of the closet barren, your space on the bathroom sink cleared, and your wife wasn’t there to stop you, it was like ice water was dropped on you.
This was real. It was happening. You had made your wife fall out of love with you and to save her the time of leaving you, you were making that decision easier.
You didn’t know what you did wrong. Before you could leave, you told yourself, you had to think of a reason. Because then maybe the pain wouldn’t sting as much. Maybe if there was a reason, you could fix it. But after a while of agonizing thought, you came up empty.
You still hadn’t heard Agatha come home from where ever she was. The night was quickly turning towards morning and in a moment of weakness, you wrote a letter.
Hi Agatha,
I doubt you even noticed my absence when you walked in, whenever you did, but I need to know: what did I do? What did I do to deserve the cold looks, the uncomfortable silences, the nights spent alone in bed forced to deal with my demons alone? I love you Agatha, and I always will, in a way, you are the only one for me even if I’m not the only one for you.
But even with my endless love for you, I will not stay another minute in a place where I am not loved. I won’t make you stay with me out of guilt or any other reason. I felt like we were ocean’s apart, even when we were only inches away from each other on the couch.
I miss you Agatha, I miss my wife. But I got the hint. I’ll leave.
Give this to someone you won’t fall out of love with
~ Y/N
On a spot where a tear had stained the paper, with shaking hands, you placed your wedding band. You took one last look around the room, tears blurring your vision, before grabbing your bag and walking out the door.
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Agatha was tired. She had been tired for a while but this time felt different. As she made her way home, she couldn’t help but to feel a sense of dread. She told herself it was from the long nights of studying, trying to regain the power she had lost during Westview. Once she made it to the door of her home, she smiled. Hopefully, at this hour, Y/N was asleep. She looked so peaceful at night, her face free of the pained looks she had been sending Agatha recently. Agatha knew she had been distant lately, but after tonight, after she felt the magical spark in her reignite, she would fix the strands of the tapestry she had un-woven. Just seeing you would make everything better.
But as she walked in the house, something was missing. A warmth was gone. The air, normally buzzing with your excitement, was stale. She made her way into the kitchen, where she felt her stomach drop. On the table was a gorgeous meal, Agatha’s favorite dishes all served on fancy plates, napkins folded fancily over the silverware. In an instant, Agatha knew she messed up.
Your anniversary. The day you said “I do” to being hers forever. And she had forgotten.
Biting her lip, Agatha shook her head angrily at herself.
Making her way down the hallway, Agatha saw that the bedroom light was on. A sense of relief went through her as she pushed open the door, prepared to heartily apologize and make it up to you with long awaited cuddles.
But you weren’t there.
The bed was made like no one had slept in it, the closet door was open, letting Agatha in on a sight that made her hope she was just seeing things. But when she went to the closet, her fear was confirmed.
Your things were gone.
Frantically, she went through every drawer, hoping to find something that would tell her this was just a nightmare, a figment of her imagination. She still had a small glimmer of hope in her.
Until something reflecting in the light caught her eye.
Tears now spilling down her face, Agatha made her way to the desk, where a letter was placed. Along with your ring.
Agatha let out a loud sob, shaking her head no over and over. She was just seeing things. It happens when you don’t sleep enough. She’ll just go to bed and when she wakes up, you’ll be beside her, ring on your finger.
She picked up the letter, reading it with blurry eyes. With each line, she let out a gasp, her heart breaking into pieces when she realized the pain, the insecurity, she had caused you.
You thought she wouldn’t notice you gone?
You thought you weren’t enough? That she had found solace in another?
You were gone.
Agatha picked up your ring, the dazzling purple stone taunting her in the light. She placed a light kiss on the jewel, sliding down on the floor, her back leaning against the bed. Agatha sobbed, your ring held closely against her chest.
Her light was gone, she had pushed you away too much.
But the last line in your letter plagued her, repeating itself over and over.
Give this to someone you won’t fall out of love with
Oh, Agatha loved you with every fragment of a soul left within her.
All she had to do now was prove it.
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Paint My Face (HCs)
When you ask them to do your makeup
Kuroo Tetsurou
“Oya? My lil kitten wants me to paint her pretty face?” Kuroo would react teasingly, surprised but smug that you trust him enough for that; but then your request sinks in and now he’s trying to recall all he knows about colors and lines as you usher him into your room. With a nervous chuckle, Kuroo speaks, ”Babe…What do I even do?”
Looks at your makeup products spread out on the table and goes, “Why do you have more stuff than my high school chem lab?” You try to explain which ones are for, but he couldn’t comprehend the information overload so he just grabs whatever was the closest – the eyeliner.
Kuroo surprisingly does a really good cat-eye with eyeliner, he definitely got the symmetry right. His hands didn’t even tremble, quickly drawing the lines and filling them in; but that’s…pretty much his entire skillset. Tried to give you mascara too but his hands started shaking in fear of poking you in the eye. He kept missing your lashes and just gave up. Lastly picked up the boldest, reddest lipstick he could find, turning to you, “What? Red always looks good, right?”
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Ushijima just stared at you like you grew a second head when you asked him. Speaking slowly, he repeats back,“You…want me to put…makeup on you?” He looks around as if waiting for Tendou to burst in and yell, “It’s a prank.” Was still in a daze as you pulled him  to sit with you.
Picked up the eyeshadow and went, “Is this for your lips?” No, ‘Toshi. Picked up the lipstick and went, “Cheeks?” No, ‘Toshi. Picked up your contour sticks, “Why do you have several of the same thing?” “They’re different shades.” “...They are?”
In the end, you decided to just teach him how to do your eyebrows. A quick learner, he does a pretty decent job of it, but the symmetry is a bit off (nothing a bit of practice can’t fix). Ushijima attentively watches you do the rest, and you let him pick out the colors of your eyeshadow resulting in a nude look. He tries to blend it, but it just looks messier and you laugh as he smiles sheepishly at you. “You don’t like loud colors, ‘Toshi?” Ushijima just shrugs, “I don’t really understand it, but you always look beautiful anyways.”
Iwaizumi Hajime
Iwaizumi threw you a tired glare that frankly said, “This is bait, and I’m tired of your shit.” But agrees anyway because he loves you, though he didn’t tell you that, just rolling his eyes as you excitedly drag him to the dresser. 
He is vaguely aware of makeup products and what is what for. That said, theory still doesn’t mean application. He was counting your products and raised an eyebrow at you, “Why do you have so many of those eye color things? You only use a couple?” “Shush, babe.” He points to some other products, “Are those new?” “Yes…” “Did you impulse buy again?” “I– Ye– There was a sale!”
He was leaning in so close to your face with an intense look, you were afraid he was gonna stab you in the eye. Iwaizumi definitely hated eyeliners by the end of this, he couldn’t make them symmetrical and he kept making the wing larger and larger until he just said fuck it and moved on. You cackle at the result of uneven and huge eyeliner wings, but you were impressed how he did your contouring. “You did it even better than I do it.” Iwaizumi crosses his arms smugly. “Can’t draw lines for shit though.” “Fuck you, babe.”
A/N: I haven’t written for so long I had to look up how I do my posts.
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gl-00-mi · 2 years
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Fooled Around
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- Michael Afton x reader - Y/n uses she/her pronouns and is mentioned wearing a skirt. - Set in the 90s, so Michael and the reader would be in their 20s. - Fluff and songfic - Michael's fake name is Mike/Michael Schmidt - Tumblr wouldn't let me fix some of the slant and bold text in the lyrics so sorry for the unevenness :( - Sorry for any typos
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The old jukebox made mechanical clicks and whirs shuffling to the next song.
Y/n worked the waitressing and closing shift at Freddy's. An old song scratched the needle, jeez how old was this jukebox?
I must've been through about a million girls I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em alone I didn't care how much they cried, no sir Their tears left me cold as a stone Michael always came in early before his graveyard shift, that's where he met Y/n. Even though it wasn't on his paycheck, Michael helped Y/n clean up after the diner closed. With the chairs folded on every table, with the checkered floor bare, it left sweeping to do.
Michael thought nothing of the music until he heard singing from across a few tables. Your voice was sweet and smooth like honey. He stopped sweeping and turned his attention towards you.
But then I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love Fooled around and fell in love
There you were, your back faced Michael, your hips swayed to the music and the lyrics flowed through you. You were completely oblivious to Michael's gaze.
It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked I'd get out my book and write down her name But when the grass got a little greener on the other side I'd just tear out that page
"She's so pretty.." Michael thought. God, why did he overthink everything. It was cliché but Michael truly did not want to ruin your friendship. For once in his life, he felt like he didn't fuck something up. With his alias, it felt like a fresh start. Then again, he felt bad for lying to his only true friend. You spun to face Michael. A wave of embarrassment washed over you. A moment passed of awkward staring until you gave a light giggle and shuffled over to him. You forgot about your brooms and grabbed his hands, swinging them with you against his stiff figure. Your smile infected him. You were determined to make Michael dance with you. You wanted to make him happy.
But then I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love Michael spun you out and pulled you back into his arms. Michael thought you looked angelic, the way your skirt of your uniform and your hair floated around you, Michael wanted to stop time and stay in the moment for as long as possible. Your hands gently landed on his sturdy shoulders and his hands fitted around your hips. The both of you swayed, perfectly content.
Free on my own that's the way I used to be But since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me (Fooled around and fell in love) woo, it's got a hold on me now, yeah (Fooled around and fell in love) I can't let go of you, baby (Fooled around and fell in love) I can't stop loving you now(Fooled around and fell in love) hey, 'cause I fooled around
Michael looked down at you, while you looked up at him. You made Michael smile so easily like you didn't even know the power you held on him.
I fooled around (fooled around) I fooled around (fooled around) I fooled around (fooled around)
'Just friends' don't look at each other like that, right? That longing gaze, like they were just out of reach of each other. Michael leaned down and touched his forehead with yours. Michael just now listened to the lyrics. His face began to heat up at the realization of the situation. Before Michael could freak out, your soft words played in his head. "You can kiss me you know.." You whispered over the music. And Michael did just that. His lips connected with yours so naturally, as if they were they were made for each other.
Fooled around, fooled around, yes, I did (Fooled around) I fooled around (Fooled around) oh, I fooled
Your hand glided away from the back of his neck to his cheek, lightly caressing it. The kiss released as the song faded.
I fooled around, I fell in love (Fooled around) hey-hey (Fool around, fool around)
"Y/n," "Yes, Mike?" " I like you..You make me feel like I'll be okay." You stayed silent for a moment. "I like you too Michael." A soft smile returned to your face.
The song had ended and so had their friendship, blossoming into something more.
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rosenallies · 9 months
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h/c scenario prompts 16 “hiding an injury” 13 “broken ribs” and 22 “hurts to breathe” with Sick Au (wild combination I know and I’m sorry 😭)Jane is a daredevil especially when they’re not with Nat and her family. So they do some stupid shit at a party and end up falling and get really hurt. She can’t tell her parents and doesn’t want to bother Nat’s so she just pretends she didn’t injure herself ☹️ but Synthia is obviously no stranger to hiding being in pain and calls her out
Sorry this is late asf <333 but ty for sending this in bestie <3
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“Jane?” Synthia whispered, passing by her in the hallway, his daughter’s partner avoiding his gaze.
“Hey.”
“Can I talk to you?”
Jane sucked in a breath, unable to hide the wince in her voice. “Yeah, sure,” she croaked, a sinking feeling about what it was about.
He pulled her aside gently, ushering her into the guest bedroom so they could talk privately.
“Are you sick?” He said, cutting to the chase, “you’ve been short of breath lately and you just look like you’re in pain and-and I know what it’s like to hide feeling ill but you deserve to feel better. I can take you to my doctor if you want to, but you’re going to need to tell Natalie, she’d be devastated if anything happened.”
“No-I,” she sighed, lifting up her sweater, revealing large purple bruises spreading along her sides and her ribs, peeking out from underneath her binder. “I got hurt.”
“Oh, Jane, what happened?”
Their face burned with embarrassment. “I-I went to a party and I maybe had a little too much to drink and jumped into a pool. I misjudged how close the step was.”
“Oh god, Jane you could have died,” he breathed, “you could have hit your head.”
“I know, I know. I just-“ tears welled up in her eyes, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Can we tell Nat? She’s gonna want to check you out.”
Jane huffed, damn her doctor wife. “She’s gonna be so disappointed. She didn’t want me going to that party anyway, she thinks my college friends are shitty people and they kind of are but I just -sometimes it scares me how grown up we all are. I mean, I love my life and I love Natalie but sometimes I miss being younger before we had all these responsibilities.”
Synthia nodded along. “I understand, but none of that is worth getting you hurt over. I was the same way when I first got sick, I just physically couldn’t do anything about it because I was stuck in bed all the time. But I really think you should tell Natalie.”
“Okay,” Jane whispered, hanging her head and trying not to cry. Natalie’s disapproval would likely hurt 10x more than her injuries.
“One more thing though,” Synthia said, Jane looking up, “I know you like to wear it, but you really shouldn’t be wearing your binder right now. It’s got to be making it so much worse.”
“Oh I- yeah, it is.”
Squeezing her hand, Synthia smiled sympathetically. “Let’s go talk to Nat and she can help you take it off, okay? She’s a doctor, she has gentle hands.”
If Jane was feeling like herself she would have made a crude joke to herself in her head, face reddened as she tried not to laugh, but her mind didn’t even go there, she only thought about the disappointment on her wife’s face when she tells her.
As well as he could, Synthia helped Jane to the kitchen where Kendall and Natalie were engrossed in a card game, Gia laughing along as they played, poking fun at one another.
The energy changed when Synthia and Jane walked in, the three at the table looking up at them with concern.
“Dad, are you okay?” Natalie asked, crossing the kitchen to him, placing a hand on his bony back, “do you need anything?”
“Um, actually,” Jane spoke up, anxiety radiating off her, “can you-um, can you check me out, Nat? I, uh, kinda got hurt.”
Natalie’s eyes went wide. “What happened? Did you trip in the bathroom?” She looked to her parents, “I’ve been begging you guys to please fix that uneven tile in the bathroom! It’s dangerous!”
“No, Natalie,” Jane said, shaking her head, “can we please go to the guest bedroom?”
Nerves flared in Natalie’s belly as she nodded, following Jane slowly down the hallway. She sat on the bed beside Jane and grabbed her hand. “What happened?”
Jane took a shaky breath, lifting up her sweater to show her all the bruising that crept down her chest and side.
“Oh god,baby, what happened? You probably have a broken rib or two, has it been hurting to breathe?”
“Yeah, kind of,” she admitted.
Looking closely at some of the bruises, Natalie noticed they were yellowing around the edges, meaning they weren’t fresh. “Jane, when did this happen? Some of these are already yellowing.”
Jane stared at her hands in her lap, fiddling with her rings. “Last week, at the party. I know you said my college friends are no good, but I just-I wanted to go and I’m sorry I let them convince me to jump in the pool, it was stupid. Your dad was right I could have died and-and-“
“Hey,” Natalie interrupted, “I’m not mad. I’m just worried about you being hurt. How come you didn’t tell me? You’ve been in pain for a week and I didn’t even know!”
Guilt swirled in Jane’s chest, her wife’s voice so soft and hurt. She knew if she looked at her there’d be tears in those brown eyes. “I didn’t want you to be angry with me.”
“God, baby, I would never be angry at you for being hurt. Ever.”
Jane nodded, wiping her own tears that spilled hot down her cheeks. “Okay.”
“Let’s get you home, baby, and I’ll take care of you, okay? I’ll write you a prescription for some pain meds and we can pick it up on the way home. And Janey, I hate to say it, but doctor’s orders, you need to not wear your binder for a while.”
“I know, that’s what your dad said. Can you help?”
“Yeah, c’mere.”
Natalie helped her take off her sweater, so gentle and tender, though she gasped softly when she saw how banged up Jane really was. “Oh honey,” she cooed, heart dropping at the sight of her.
She tutted softly as she helped her take off her binder, even gentler than before. Jane instinctively went to cover her chest, but Natalie stopped her, taking off her own oversized crewneck and handing it to Jane. “Here, this should be big enough to cover you. You’re gonna need to wear looser stuff for a while.”
Grateful, Jane slipped it on, Natalie doing the same with the sweater Jane had on.
“There,” Natalie smiled softly, “ready to head home?”
“Yeah, oh and Nat? Thanks for not being upset with me, I know it was a stupid thing to do.”
Natalie smiled, helping her partner off the edge of the bed, cupping her face in her hands. “It was, but we can joke about that when you’re feeling all better, okay?”
If she wasn’t in such pain, Jane would have tackled Natalie to the bed with kisses, but she settled with a short peck on the lips, one that required little movement. “I love you.”
Natalie squeezed her hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you too.”
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(Hi, me again. I’m back with the fun facts.)
I’m going to scuttle up to Remus and climb up the wall until I’m eye level with him. Hey there, I’ve not spoken to you directly yet and that is a tragedy so I’m hear to fix that. Did you know that humans can bite through their fingers with the same ease as biting through a carrot?
Sketch
As soon as Remus saw you he grabbed you by the tail and held you above his mouth to swallow in one whole bit. Right before, he recognized you though and pushed you back onto the wall. He petted your scaley head to say sorry.
"Hello tiny-miney" He shone up when heard your fact and clasped his hands excitedly "I do actually know that!! I'm a bit of an expect of human biology if I may brag! Muhahah! I've seen the Thrones do that finger thing a few times!...Thrones are like....the demons who do the whole hell agony thing....they're like prison guards I guess. Ugh, my dream job!"
He was laying on his bed in the bedroom of his and a few other succubus squadrons. It looked a bit like sleeping quarters of a military space. It was all bunk beds lined up against the bright white walls. The room was big and yet with the amount of beds and the amount of stuff littered over the place it still managed to feel crowded. There were no lights. Once it got dark it got dark.
His brother slept on the top bunker and she took up most of their space as well. She had pushed in as many boxes under the bed as she could fit to keep her collection of human souvenirs and clothes. The rest she had in a storage room on earth. Remus only had his stack of food and tiny collection of human media with demons in it. Including his signed copy of Dante's Divine comedy. And an octopus plushie. He liked plushies. Emile had introduced them to him.
Remus held out his arm and let you climb onto it before cupping you in his hands. His long uneven claw like nails scratched at your head while he met your eyes.
"It's kinda empty in here y'see? I think everyone's over at Emile right about now. It's the end of the month, we gotta tell how many people we've seduced so Emile can like write it down and send to the managers y'know? Em's the accountant. Nerdy lil accountant guy. Filled with very bloody organs. I think he would look amazing if he got squished like a bug."
He fell back onto the bed and you noticed how cold his hands were. Despite the general warmth of hell he felt like a corpse. His nails had gone purple as well. If you focused you could feel the blood pumping under your feet, his pulse was slow.
"I don't wannnaaaa go tell Em. A bunch of succubi are gonna be there and everyones gonna look at me weird and Em's gonna be all sweet to me and well meaning and i hate his pittttyyyyy. It makes me wanna chew bones!!!"
He squeezed your cheeks while rolling over onto his stomach. He gave you big puppy eyes while his tail flickered back and forth. You noticed that his horns were the only warm part of him. They were vibrating with red hot light.
"You're cute and squishy, wanna go on an adventure with me?" He sniffed "You're not from earth are you. I can show you earth! And how we demons travel there! Or we can go annoy Remy!....Or" he rolled his eyes "If you insist I guess we can go to Emile like I'm supposed to"
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darkpoisonouslove · 2 years
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Breaking Diamond
Summary: In a crucial moment when everyone's already risking their lives to break the curse of Dyamond, Stella pushes herself past her limits. Brandon has a meltdown at the thought of losing the love of his life and forces all their friends to take a little more responsibility for their own safety
CW: canon-typical violence and mentions of death
This mentions some information from season 8 but should be possible to read without having watched it. I made up a lot of my own lore since the show really didn't bother and I fixed a plot hole or two in the process. I got a little carried away with that and that's why this is as long as it is.
Brandon’s bones rattled from the impact of blocking the giant claw stabbing the space a mere inch from his face. The clash rang in his ears in tandem with the roaring of the creatures. The broad, transparent green strip of his sword was the only barrier between him and the biting magic of the Dyamond monsters. The air tumbled down his throat hard and cool like ice cubes as his hand quivered. From the stinging cold or the exertion of pushing back against his assailant – it was impossible to tell.
“Brandon!”
“Fall back!”
Stella and Sky yelled over the unforgiving howling of the wind lashing out every time one of the girls attempted to fly. The sudden and unpredictable bursts made him grit his teeth harder as if his battle training would escape him along with the uneven, short puffs of his breath.
The slashes and jabs he’d practiced with his sword until they’d become second nature were useless against the frost that had come to life under the sound of their footsteps. Their mere presence had steered the environment to violence and their number did nothing in their favor as the rest of the Specialists weren’t faring any better than him. Watching Red Fountain crumble under the coils of Icy’s magic hadn’t paralyzed him so thoroughly when his classmates and teachers had fought by his side against the regenerating decay monsters. Here the hissing blocks of ice with needle-sharp teeth were limited in number but the white of their bodies stretched all the way into the horizon. There was no end to the curse of Dyamond.
The reach of Stella’s light was the only safety around except for the ship orbiting the planet at Timmy’s command. Yet, the wobble in her arms had sneaked all the way into her voice despite the steady stream of warmth covering his back unlike the brief explosions of heat announcing Bloom’s movements over the battlefield.
Even her power was failing against the ice monsters that learned it no differently from the attacks of all the other girls. Once a spell was used against them, they collectively gained immunity to its particular structure. Something about water being proven to have memory according to both Tecna and Layla.
The creature in front of him raised its arm to make him stumble without a counterweight. Right in the way of the swooping ice claw ready to smash his skull.
Thin threads snaked around him and pulled him back. The ice claw tore the air where his face had been and shattered the frozen earth. The clamor shook Brandon where he hit the ground, his ribs threatening to crack from the force knocking all the air out of him. The cold burned his stiff fingers that clutched pointlessly at the hilt of his sword as he failed to brace himself.
He couldn’t even groan, only lift his head for Helia’s concerned face to come into focus. He managed a thumbs-up to thank him for his timely use of the power glove before he scrambled to push himself up to his feet.
Both he and Helia jumped at Nex’s scream and the flickering of the light dome covering them. One of the monsters pierced through the magical barrier, only a breath away from Nex’s face and the chills he had to feel in the proximity ran down Brandon’s spine as well. Stella’s shield that was still a “magic in progress” was impossible for the creatures to adapt to until complete but her energy wasn’t endless.
A laser beam out of Timmy’s new blaster severed the ice claw where Stella’s light made it vulnerable. The protruding limb crumbled to the ground under the creature’s shrieking.
“Thanks, Timmy,” Nex grinned, seemingly unfazed by the blood-curdling sound.
“No problem.” The wariness in Timmy’s voice only reverberated in the lack of a smile or at least the hints of one.
“Hey, Sky,” Brandon yelled out in no particular direction, “falling back might be the only strategy we have left here.” He used his sword as a crutch to steady himself on his feet.
“I hear you, buddy, but if the ship gets destroyed... we’ll be stuck here,” Sky’s response barely made it over the wind.
It was difficult to tell where it came from with Bloom flying Sky all over the place wrapped in fire. Her powers left her the only one able to counter the magical winds the ice creatures caused. She just had to keep the flames away from everyone else to avoid burning them.
“I need you all to form a circle around me,” Stella’s voice was loud and clear despite the strained micro pause following every word. “Timmy, get the ship right above us at the edge of the atmosphere.”
Brandon scampered to her to watch her back. If she covered them in a sphere of light, that could allow the girls to fly the Specialists up to the ship. If it were possible with her wings quivering from the exhaustion seeping into them from her muscles.
The others flocked back under the protection of the shield with the monsters stabbing through the air and the dome of light after them. Everyone circled him and Stella, fairy next to a Specialist as if they’d had his idea.
“Done,” Timmy’s voice had Brandon focusing on a speck hovering above their heads that could very well be a figment of his imagination.
“What’s the plan?” Tecna looked to Stella instead of bothering to double-check on Timmy.
“Hold them back while I refocus my magic.”
Brandon’s stomach twisted and he nearly lost his balance from the rush of blood pounding in his ears. If anyone else was as shocked as him, their body language didn’t betray them. They all turned around, following Stella’s instructions while his eyes widened to the size of stars still not getting a clear image of her.
“Stella, no!”
Arms trapped him in a vise grip, the friction of his strength against the other person’s scorching through him to do nothing for his numb fingers. The hilt of his sword was digging in his skin to bruising but he couldn’t reach for Stella.
“You’re too exhausted,” the words stuck to his throat like he had to swallow ice blades and his tongue was frozen.
“We have no choice,” Stella gritted her teeth as a wave of magic flowed from her under her direction to sweep over the rest of them.
“Do it, Stella,” Bloom’s words burned in Brandon’s ears.
It was a flash.
Stella’s shield vanished.
The monsters surged at them.
Musa’s sonic waves boosted by Tecna sent them flying back.
Layla’s morphix and Flora’s plants held the creatures down.
A blinding light spilled from Stella and through his body to wash away everything else.
The wind wasn’t stinging his cheeks and lips. The snow didn’t fill his vision. The arms around him weren’t crushing his chest. His own body was erased. There was only the weight in his mind.
His feet hit the ship’s deck and he stumbled with the momentum of the body next to him. Riven grunted an apology in his ear and pulled him to his feet as Timmy dashed to the controls to get them out of there.
Stella’s body crashed into his sight lowered down to the floor by Musa and Sky. She was motionless even as Bloom’s magic flamed around her body like an aura seeping into her skin to melt away the danger.
He made a shaky step back, the voices of his friends mashing together. He slapped away the hands holding on to him, eyes trained on the glow dissipating around Bloom’s hands as Stella’s body absorbed the healing magic to no reaction.
Bloom wavered and fell into Sky’s arms freeing the space at Stella’s side.
Brandon’s knees hit the floor but it was the faint movements of Stella’s chest that were like a gut-punch. His fingers grabbed at her arms and the sparkling orange top that had replaced her Bloomix outfit to move her into his lap as he heaved for breath. Her skin was burning from the effort that had drained every last spark of her magic.
“Stella.” His eyes blurred with tears to keep the horrible stillness gripping her body out of his sight.
Someone knelt on Stella’s other side. There was a quiet rustling before he caught a flash of magic out of the corner of his eye.
“She’ll be fine, Brandon,” Flora’s voice and the warmth of her fingers next to his on Stella’s shoulder reached him. “I’ll need a minute to ground her energy and tie it to the roots of my plants but she’ll wake up as soon as I’m done. You’ll see.”
Flora waited for his reaction but when she didn’t get one, she scooted closer to Stella’s feet and started spreading bright pink pollen around Stella’s body.
“I’ll repeat the healing spell,” Bloom’s feverish hit plowed into him with a wave of nausea as she reached to concentrate the leftovers of her magic.
“No!” Brandon held out his arm to keep her away. “You already did enough.”
Bloom shuffled back as if he’d slapped her until she hit the sturdy body behind her. Everything was a blur in Brandon’s vision but he made out the movements of an arm wrapping around Bloom’s shoulders protectively. Sky.
“Brandon.”
“First you sneak off after the girls and almost get yourself killed and now Bloom drags us on a second mission to a dead and frozen planet. Wasn’t one enough for a lifetime?”
Sky had acted as if almost drowning had been a fever dream. He’d still foolishly mobilized them to go to the surface of a forbidden planet. A cursed planet that they knew nothing about. A dead planet.
Dyamond wasn’t like Domino. The witch that had cursed it was still there, her incantations almost audible in the wind swiping across the whole planet. Her life force made her monsters impervious to both physical weapons and magical attacks. She’d died for her revenge so that her lingering spirit would ensure the rest of Dyamond was forever caught in a death trap as well.
A quiet, trembling voice only ignited his fury further as it whispered, “Brandon.”
“A leader is supposed to do the necessary prep work, not push their teammates past their limits. A simple desire to do good is not enough.”
His teeth ground together like he was biting through ice. He wouldn’t refuse Icy help despite how similarly to Dyamond’s curse her magic had been on the verge of killing them countless times. But he wouldn’t offer assistance at the price of their own lives.
The image of Sky prostrated on the floor with a freezing heart was just as much of a slippery slope in his mind as that of Helia becoming an ice statue after turning on all of them, including Flora. Falling down that rabbit hole was chilling with the reminders of Bloom’s near fatal first encounter with Icy and the coldness looming over all of them with Bloom’s Dragon Fire at the witch’s disposal. He wouldn’t watch Stella be unable to light up the way Bloom had been stripped of her magic.
“Brandon.”
His head snapped back to Stella’s still form in his lap at the brush of her hair against his fingers. He blinked back tears, his eyes widening to sneak a peak past the water curtain blocking them.
The familiar warmth of golden irises greeted him as Stella lifted a slow hand towards his face.
He clasped her fingers and brought them to his mouth pressing soft kisses to them. New tears stung his eyes like the relief was poking his lungs to release all his air. “Stella.”
“Go easy on our friends, Brandon. I’m not the only one who fought but the decision to do it was all mine.” She stroked a fingertip over the cracks in his lips from the cold.
“I’m sorry. That’s not what I...” he cupped her cheek, his heart leaping to reach her when she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, a small content smile adorning her face. “We’ve already lost too much... We can’t afford to lose anyone ever again.”
He hadn’t been there when Tecna had fallen into Omega but he knew just like the rest of them that the only thing that had been able to fill her absence had been the loud happiness of finding her again. He’d seen Riven push himself in harm’s way to save Musa from Darkar’s spell when he himself had been unable to move. He’d witnessed Stella’s bravery as she’d went down against one of the dragons he’d ridden dozens of times. He couldn’t watch her push herself until she couldn’t recover from the loss of magic. He wouldn’t recover if he had to lose her or another one of their friends after they already lived every day without Nabu’s smile and the ease of his presence to ground even the jumpiest of them.
Stella gasped as if his thoughts had leaked into her and lifted her head to look past him.
The sound of footsteps was so clear in the dead silence that he didn’t startle when a hand grasped his shoulder. He didn’t turn to look at Layla but squeezed her hand, the returned gesture finally freeing his stomach from the knot it’d tied itself into.
“Let’s get Stella to Solaria. The second sun should boost her like nothing else,” Sky suggested.
“No, I’m fine,” Stella waved her hand before reaching to offer Layla her touch. “I can catch a tan once we’ve returned the summer to Dyamond.”
A clicking sound took over the silence only to fade in the background as Tecna spoke, “Brandon has a point. We have to do some research first before we head back to Dyamond.”
“To Alfea then?” Timmy was already fiddling with the ship’s controls.
Brandon nodded, eyes locked on Stella’s fiery gaze as she used Layla’s help to sit up an inch before Layla focused on assisting Flora with undoing the tangle of roots around Stella’s ankles.
“Actually, perhaps Domino’s library would have better records of Dyamond’s past concerns for national security as an ex Dominian colony?” Helia asked.
The feud with the Shaman Witch predated Domino’s fall, that much was clear. Bloom’s parents could have obtained the key information needed to break the curse of Dyamond. They’d updated their books after Domino’s restoration.
“Course is set to the Roc then,” Timmy confirmed the change in plans.
“I’ll call my parents to see if they have something as well,” Layla patted Stella’s hand and stepped aside to where Nex was scrolling on his phone. Probably to pull from his old contacts from his time as a paladin.
“I’ll ask Daphne for her expertise. She can also see what Alfea has and whether Ms Faragonda can offer some assistance,” Bloom extracted herself from Sky’s embrace.
“I’ll do that,” Flora rose up from Stella’s side. She smiled at Stella and headed to an empty corner of the ship to have the conversation undisturbed.
Bloom caught Brandon’s gaze while she was checking on Stella from a distance. She murmured, “I’m sorry.”
Watching her bow her head in defeat send a pang of guilt through Brandon. “I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t right to blame you.”
“No, I... was abusing Stella’s effectiveness,” Bloom waved her hands, pointedly looking at Stella to keep her from interfering. Or to keep from looking at Brandon now that she had no more excuses to occupy her. “You were right to call me out.”
Sky wrapped an arm around her waist for support and pulled her back into him. He placed a kiss on her forehead as Bloom nuzzled into his side. He gave Brandon an imploring look booking a conversation for later before leading Bloom to sit down for the first time in hours.
Helia had joined Tecna’s research team and was folding some origami according to her instructions, possibly deciphering some clue.
Musa and Riven were the only ones still standing awkwardly a little ways to the side.
Riven shifted, grabbing on to Musa who had his hand clasped in both of hers. “I was thinking... maybe we’re missing one of the most important sources.”
“Icy,” Stella startled all three of them.
Brandon nodded. “You think you can contact the Trix?”
“Between my sound waves and Darcy’s psychic powers, it shouldn’t be too hard,” Musa almost wrapped herself around Riven who responded in kind to her silent reassurance.
If Icy would be willing to reveal personal information to her sworn enemies, they could very well end up having to work with the Trix. That would require a whole lot of reassurances across the board even if Icy had helped against Valtor.
“We’ll get on to that,” Riven shifted again, avoiding everyone else’s gazes.
“Thanks.”
Riven waved him Brandon off and slowly walked away with Musa who winked at Stella and smiled at him, eyes darting towards Stella to give Brandon a push before she turned to kiss Riven’s cheek. It was a relief to see him melt into her after the death of his best friend had been thrown in his face like that. If the flashback had been too potent for Brandon, he would’ve hardly been able to imagine the force with which it had hit Layla and Riven even if he weren’t trying his best to avoid it.
At least he wasn’t alone in that, everyone else busying themselves with work to focus on the successes waiting for them, not on the failures they’d had to swallow.
“Brandon,” Stella laced their fingers together, pulling him back into the moments when she’d been out of commission to leave him stranded outside her touch. “I’m sorry I worried you. But I have to be in the center of the action to watch your back, and the girls’, and the guys’.” She worried her bottom lip but continued, “You understand.”
All too well. Wherever one of them went, the others followed. And they’d never sit by instead of working on making sure no one else had to lose a friend, a loved one. Even at the price of their own lives.
“I know. I freaked out.” He scrubbed his hand over his face as if he could erase the past to keep it from tainting Stella’s smile and the faint but insistent spark in her eyes.
“I know. I did, too,” Stella grabbed his hand for dear life, her other palm cupping his cheek. “I would never leave you behind willingly. Any of you.”
He’d just have to give her the same amount of love she put out into the world. If he made it a second nature, their love would persevere, stronger than any engagement ring or marriage certificate. Separating them would be much harder than breaking the curse of Dyamond. It would be impossible.
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nyotasaimiri · 1 year
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Arc Two (redux) 66
She dreamed about the stars now, every night. Not the quiet fiery orbs her ship orbited, those were her every-day. She dreamed of the myriad, of the stars in every color, of the great hand curled around her. However the dream started, whatever nightmare or memory first caught her mind, it always ended in the stars. They never formed quite the same pattern twice. Nyota had the feeling that they were changing in time like steps in an unseen dance. It wasn’t done yet. 
“Not yet,” she murmured, stretching out a hand. “These aren’t my stars.” 
The motion woke her, and the stars faded. That was the other odd part: they never vanished like normal dreams. They just faded away, back to wherever they had been. Nyota sighed, still full of that strange sad longing, and checked the time. A little less than an hour before her normal waking. A second sigh turned into a yawn as she stretched and sat up. Close enough. She might be able to take her morning routine a little slower today.
Nyota was surprised to find that the training room was already occupied when she got there. “Oldarva? You’re up early.”
Eldie squeaked in surprise but turned the flinch into a feint and an impressively accurate kick against the training dummy. “Sorry, Captain, I… Well…”
“It’s alright.” Nyota picked the dummy up and straightened its joints. “You have been practicing a lot, I see. Your form looks good. Shift your weight back just a little more as you finish, so you don’t overbalance and fall over if you find yourself fighting on uneven ground.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Oldarva relaxed and smiled, soft and gentle.
Nyota offered her a water bottle. “Have you been coming up here every morning?”
Eldie nodded. “Nearly, yes. I didn’t want to get out of practice, but I didn’t want to bother you…” She shivered a little as Nyota started detangling her coppery fur a little. “Oh! That feels good…”
Nyota chuckled and took a moment to rub deeper against Eldie’s shoulder and ease some post-workout knots out of the muscle. “You’re getting muscular.”
Oldarva gasped, blushed, realized Nyota did that to get a rise out of her, and almost pouted. “Play fair, ma’am.”
Nyota laughed again. “I am. I do mean it.” The laugh turned into a quiet purr. “I can tell you have been working hard for this.”
The blush returned, as did Oldarva’s smile. “Thank you.”
“If you have enough energy for it, I would enjoy seeing how far you’ve come for myself.” Nyota took a ready stance, just a little mischief rising into her smile again. Mischief and excitement. The brief bout with Aly had reminded her just how much she missed sparring.
Oldarva hesitated, as Nyota expected, but then she mirrored Nyota’s stance. “I’m ready.”
Nyota’s smile widened with pure pride.
*
Arjun shuffled sleepily down into the kitchen, scarf slung haphazardly around his shoulders and hat on his head only by virtue of not being off. He yawned, then stopped as he spotted the two apex cooking. “…’m I intruding?” he mumbled as both looked up at him.
“No, you’re welcome. Come sit down,” Nyota offered. She turned her attention back to the pancakes—no, not pancakes? They were too thin to be the proper sort.  
Oldarva shuffled over and started shyly fixing Arjun’s scarf and hat. Her hands smelled like fruit. “Did you sleep alright? Your hair is a mess...”
“Slept fine,” he grunted, “just waking up’s the hard part.” He didn’t mind the fussing too much. From what he saw, no one minded Eldie, really, for anything. Even their dangerous captain never hurt her—Something warm was pressed into his hands. He inhaled. “Coffee. Bless you.”
Eldie smiled at him as if somehow aware of what he’d been thinking. But he knew that wasn’t possible. Apex didn’t read minds, at least the ones out of the Knog didn’t. “Breakfast will be ready soon if you can wait a little while,” she said, and ducked back over to help Nyota again.
Arjun sniffed the coffee again and shrugged. “I got time.”
It was an odd kind of dance, watching them, and Eldie’s steps were bolder than he remembered. She didn’t flinch or shy away or apologize at all as she sliced fruits and blended thick cream to fill the thin pastries Nyota was making. It smelled great.
Brought back some really odd old memories. Hadn’t seen two women working in the kitchen together in decades. No time for that at the smelter or mines. Just a bunch of hot, sweaty workers scrounging for coffee and reheated beans. No room for being women there, or being men. Just workers, spat out by the dirt and too tough to melt.  
He sipped his coffee and focused on the hot bitterness. Back to the present, Arjun. He was old enough to be their captain’s grandfather. The people in those memories were long gone. No point plodding through the past. Too much to worry about in the present. Like their captain… he had not forgotten that “wager” Lumen gave him. He wondered if she knew about it.
A plate settled in front of him, grey-furred hand offering him his choice of cream or berry crepes. So she didn’t know, or was a better actress than she seemed these days. Arjun shrugged and accepted one of each flavor. Those questions could wait until after breakfast.
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phant0mspades · 2 years
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February, 2016. Escape
- Perspective One of Four - 
Three matches, three strategic areas. I put the first one in our bathroom, right under the shower curtain. The next one went in the basement, on the rug where Ally landed when she got tossed down there. Last one in the pantry, I shut the door and darted back upstairs. The glass would break and I didn’t want to be around when it did.
Both of us dressed in our espionage suits, all black with the red and white trim on me, or the violet and purple trim on Ally. It would work better dressed like this apparently. Guess I would find out...Ally had been on these missions but wasn’t directly involved. Mum always had me when they did those things.
I could smell the smoke from our bathroom yet Ally was still on her bed, clutching her head between her knees. Whimpering. She looked so tiny, the smallest I had ever seen her. I knew dad didn’t want us to take up a lot of time but she was the only star left...something was wrong. I kneeled in front of her and took her hands away from her head, uneven pupils and unfocused...
Oh...mom had forced all nine into her. All at once, like the doctors strictly told her not to do. Wasn’t that...wasn’t that against one of the rules? Pretty sure I heard that one. But we couldn’t wait, I couldn’t anyway...if I didn’t get out now, I never would. I picked Ally up and grabbed our bags. She immediately hung on and I could feel her whole body shaking as she held back sobs by pushing her face into my shoulder. When we got further away from the house we could fix this. Dad would know what to do...right? Or would he just slap her for not fighting enough?
It didn’t matter in that moment, we needed to leave. Or, Ally was supposed to. He never told me.
I got us to the backyard and I opened the gate to the alleyway and slipped through. Ally muttered something in Irish but I couldn’t hear her over the blood roaring in my ears. We were actually doing this...actually leaving. 
The moment the gate shut behind us I took off sprinting, sprinting as if I needed to be across the field in five steamboats. Which, to a degree I did. We needed to meet dad at Checkpoint Beta, or he would leave without us. I didn’t want to stay, and I know Ally didn’t want to either. 
So, I ran. Faster than I had in the assessments, like my life depended on it. Because it did.
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bootyful-seventeen · 3 years
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My one talent is knowing how to cut hair from watching a short ass video that’s not even a minute long
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nctsplug02 · 2 years
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Pls do more of this and it would be nice if it's happening in their car and someone caught them😭
[12;07am]
genre: smut
note: basically in this story, the nanny that watches their daughter has a huge crush on dilf jaehyun but he’s already married to you.
another note: this is completely different from the other post IM SORRY!!
“Jae, I, it’s..” you pant as your husband has your knees curled up all the way to your chest while he eats out your pussy. “Hm?” He hums which sends vibration up your spine.
“We could’ve, could’ve—, fuck!” You moan loudly when he sucks on your clit. “Finish what you were gonna say, baby.” He says against your pussy. You whine, hands tugging at his gelled hair that was now messed up. “We.. mmm, we could’ve done this inside!” You said in a hurry.
“Mm, I’ve had enough.. come sit on my dick, baby.” He says unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants below his knees.
You whine at his command but follow it, pushing yourself up and climbing over to him. You slowly lowered yourself on his cock only to have him slam you down.
You fell forward onto his chest with a breathy moan. “So fucking, tight.” Jaehyun said through his gritted teeth and his uneven pants.
He holds onto your hips and and guides you down his length. “Cmon, baby. You’ve got this, how else did I get you pregnant?” He says with a smirk which makes you whine in embarrassment. “Shut up.” You smack his chest making him chuckle.
You held onto his shoulders and began bouncing on his cock, his slick cock sliding through your slide hole. “Good job, baby. Keep bouncing.” He says still holding onto your hips.
“How does it feel, hm? How does it feel to be a dirty slut bouncing on her husbands cock in the middle of their driveway?” You whimper through your moans. “Feels s—so good.” You reply and jaehyun grins. “Does it?” You nod, hiding your face in his neck.
He hugs your waist and stops you from your little fun. You tightly hug his neck as he thrusts himself up, his cock hitting the right place.
“I’m gonna cum, baby.” Jaehyun grunts out.
His fingernails digging into your soft flesh. “P—please cum in my p—pussy?” Jaehyun groans at your plead. “In your pussy?” You nod with a whimper. “I can that, baby.” He plants a kiss on your shoulder.
A few more sloppy thrusts and the man gives you what you wanted, his cum. You guys stay in the position you guys are in for a few minutes until finally pulls out.
“Put your panties on, let’s go inside, yeah?” You nod, climbing back over to your spot and sliding your panties back on. You glance over to see your husband pulling his pants up and buckling his belt.
“You did so good for me, baby.” He says to you and leans in, giving you a smooch. “Thanks, i had a little help.” You wink at him.
Finally, you pick up your heels and leave the car that smelt like sex. “Oh, Jen,” you see the nanny standing near the car with her bag hanging off her arm. “Hey, what’re you doing out here, hun?” You ask the girl who stares in blank.
“I um.. was gonna ask Mr. Jeong for a ride home.” She said bringing her eyes up to you. “Oh, im sure he can give you one. Is Hannie asleep?” She nods at your question. “Okay, thank you for watching Hannie tonight. Goodnight, Jen.” You give a smile to the teen and make your way past her and inside you went.
Jen turns her head towards jaehyun who exits the car. “Oh, Jen. Hi.” He says locking the car and fixing his messed up tie. “Mr. Jeong, I was waiting for you.” She smiles up at him. “Sure, what did you need?” Jen giggles and looks down at the pavement. “Could you possibly give me a ride home?” Jaehyun sighs, deciding if he should or not.
“Well, im kind of busy at the moment so could I maybe call an Uber for you instead?” Jen frowns a bit. “That’s fine, I wouldn’t want to keep you away from your business.” She laughs awkwardly.
Jaehyun takes his phone out and orders an Uber for Jen. Jaehyun being a gentleman he is, he waits outside with her for her Uber.
He turns to her as her Uber arrives. “Get home safely, jen. Text me if anything goes south, alright? Have a good night, Jen.” Jaehyun says and then leaves inside.
Jaehyun walks into the kitchen when he sees you pouring yourself a glass of wine. “I really need to get my windows tinted.” He said as he grabbed himself a glass. “Oh, you scared me.” You sigh, putting a hand over your chest. “Why do you need your windows tinted?” You asked taking a sip from your wine.
“Well, because jen saw us fucking in the car.” You almost choke on your wine. “What? Are you sure she saw us?” He nods, tongue poking at his cheek.
“Didn’t you see that way she acted towards you when you got out? She obviously saw us doing it.” You hum, clinking the wine glass.
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You checked the camera footage the next morning and it was true.
It showed her running outside a few minutes after you and jaehyun pulled into the driveway. She stayed there the whole time you and jaehyun did it.
Weird, you thought.
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