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sutorus · 8 months

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Hello! Can you do jjk men reaction when y/n said their safe word during sex? Only if you're not busy! Thank you! 😘

JJK MEN’S REACTIONS TO YOU USING YOUR SAFE WORD

FEATURED: gojo, geto, toji

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. fem reader, afab terms, use of safe word, descriptions of anxiety. please mind individual tws for each scene. proceed with caution and don’t read if it’ll make you feel bad! take care bbs

A/N: my first request i hate it but i hope you love it anon!!! 😊 also sorry i couldn’t do nanami or choso if i’m inspired another time i’ll add em to this LMAO

GOJO SATORU

warnings: reader is blindfolded and bound (wrists), use of safe word, unprotected sex, crying, descriptions of anxiety

you’ve done it a ton but it still makes you nervous.

one sense is kind of a lot to lose when you only have five of them, as a non sorcerer. but the relinquishing of control, entrusting your safety and pleasure and entire body to someone else… it turns you on beyond belief.

so here you are, tonight, blindfold tight over your eyes and hands bound behind your back as satoru fucks you, pace languid, fingers running all over your body.

any other day, it would be just what you needed to relax. any other day you’d be squirming in pleasure, hips bucking wildly against him as your nails claw at your own palms.

but today, for whatever reason, it’s uncomfortable. maybe you’ve had too much caffeine, maybe it’s the stress of his most recent mission, the first one to ever have you worrying your lip all night long thinking, maybe he’s not coming back this time.

his wandering hands feel foreign, the pleasured moans coming from his mouth sounding distant and wrong. your arms tingle from the position you’re in, your sweaty skin itches and you can’t reach to scratch at it.

you furrow your brows.

“satoru…” you whine softly, still unsure of what to ask for.

“mmm?,” he grips your waist, his strokes deep and precise. “my pretty baby looks so good like this. so mine.”

you whine, wriggling in search for comfort. satoru must mistake that for pleasure because he fucks you just a little bit harder, puffing out hot breaths into the crook of your neck.

“kiss me,” you ask, hoping it’ll make it better, but it does nothing to calm you down. with no stimuli but touch, your brain starts to go into overdrive, and you feel tears begin to trickle down your face.

satoru notices, but not in the right way.

“is it that good?” he teases, like he always does, but today it sends a chill down your spine. “i could do anything i wanted to you right now and you wouldn’t even know. wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

that does it for you, a wrecked sob leaving your lips along with your safe word.

satoru stills immediately. you can feel him softening inside you and for some reason that only makes you cry harder.

gently, he reaches behind your head to unhook the blindfold, his worried gaze searching your face for answers.

he lifts your back and unties your wrists, rubbing them to soothe the friction from the ropes.

“baby…” his tone is careful and guilty. “sweetheart, is everything okay? did i do something, what did i do?”

you sniff. the first words that come out of your mouth are, “i’m sorry.”

you’ve never had him so doting, so tense, all that confidence vanishing and it makes you chuckle, this big lanky man handling every limb of yours like they’re made out of snowflakes.

“satoru, i’m okay. i just…” you inhale deeply. “i just got overwhelmed, is all.”

he lays down beside you, visibly unsure about touching you. you grip his hand firmly in yours, offering him a wavering smile.

“i’m okay, i promise. you’re good,” you lean over to peck his lips.

satoru looks regretful, but he relaxes at the gesture, caressing the side of your face softly.

“i love you so much. i’m sorry if i, like, went too far or something—“

“you did nothing wrong,” you assure him. “i think i’m just having a bad day. just wanted to see your face to feel better.”

at that, he smirks. he kisses you slowly, adoringly, unspoken apologies every time your lips touch.

“i am sorry, by the way,” you say. satoru looks back at you with a confused expression on his face. you continue sheepishly, “for having to use the word.”

“huh?” he exclaims, his incredulity so earnest that it rips a hearty laugh from you. “nah, hell no. thank you for saying it, actually.”

“yeah? you’re not upset?”

“of course not. i completely understand,” he traces a line down your body. “not being able to see my handsome face would make anyone cry.”

you slap his hand away playfully and he pulls you into his chest, cuddling you.

you stay like that until you fall asleep, reassured that the most powerful sorcerer in the world is indeed fit to take care of you; heart, body and soul.

GETO SUGURU

warnings: overstim, degradation/humiliation and dirty talk, use of safe word, reader’s discomfort is brief but descriptive

you don’t know how long it’s been.

maybe ten minutes. maybe twenty. maybe ninety.

you don’t know how many times you came.

your entire body is covered in sweat, the top of your thighs and the bottom of your ass soaked in your own arousal.

suguru holds the wand to your clit almost disinterestedly, eyes glazed over and locked on your cunt.

he fucking loves it, making you cum over and over again, thrash against his body, make a mess on his sheets. and you love it just the same.

the undivided attention, the devotion, the seconds right after when the stimulation doesn’t stop and it hurts so bad before it gets mind-numbingly good again.

“hahh,” you breathe out, voice cracking. “i—i’m gonna—“

“oh, you’re gonna?” suguru mocks you. “shocking.”

you moan at his words, his tone. by now, your body barely has any energy left to react. all you can feel is the release of an unbelievable pressure in your core as wetness gushes out of you uncontrollably when you cum.

your puffy clit is throbbing, thoroughly abused, your spread legs quivering in pleasure. you sigh in anticipatory relief at the incoming break suguru is bound to give you after your orgasm.

except this time, the break doesn’t come.

“ahh!” you scream — honest to god yell — as the buzzing continues, suguru pressing the wand down hard on your pussy.

he chuckles, playing with the toy, lifting it up just slightly before bringing it back down on you, over and over again.

“can’t—i can’t, suguru, i can’t cum right now—“

“of course you can, baby,” he says in a sickeningly sweet voice, getting off on your desperation.

usually you’re just as much into it as he is, but this time it’s for real. it’s painful and not in the nice way, you’ve hit your limit but you can hardly talk, can’t do much more than try to wiggle away from your boyfriend’s ministrations.

“how can you say that when you have such a slutty pussy?” he runs his fingers through your slick folds, and every clench of your cunt makes it hurt even more. “so greedy…”

you’re clawing at his hands, but he’s so much stronger than you, his forearms and thighs holding you down, leaving you entirely to his mercy — of which he has none.

“please please fuck please no more—“

it’s something he’s heard you say a thousand times, in a thousand different scenarios, and never truly mean it, which is why you even have a safe word in the first place.

oh right. the safe word.

you pull it out from the depths of your fucked out, mushed up brain and blurt it, digging your heels into the mattress.

it all happens so fast, after that.

suguru all but tosses the wand to the side, switching to lightly stroking your pussy. it makes you jolt; even a gush of air right now could probably make you cry in overstimulation.

“oh fuck, shit,” he removes his hand and you whine. “what do you need baby, what can i do?”

“s-suguru…” you’re still trying to catch your breath, your legs spasming erratically.

“i’m here, i’m here,” suguru starts to move towards you but stops halfway. “do you want me to be here?”

you let out a croaky laugh, opening your arms because you’re too far gone to use words.

hesitantly, he lays his head on your chest. when he feels how fast your heart is beating, his own sinks to his stomach.

“i’m so sorry honey. i thought you were into it.”

you swallow, taking a few beats to regain your composure.

“i was, it was just… a lot, all of a sudden.”

suguru turns his head to look up at you.

“i get it,” he wipes away a stray tear you hadn’t even noticed you’d shed. “i’m sorry. i love you, i'm so sorry—”

“it’s okay,” you offer him a weak smile. “it’s what the word is for, right?”

“right…” he sounds unsure. that makes you frown.

you two lay there for a while, until your breathing has evened out, until your thighs have stopped shaking.

you can practically hear the hear the cogs in his brain turning, certain that his brain chastising himself.

“hey, suguru?” your voice rips him right out of his thoughts.

“hmm?”

“can you promise me something?”

he sits up in attention, instinctively reaching for your hand. “of course.”

“promise me you’re never gonna stop fucking me like that," he gulps, audibly, visibly relaxing. "and i promise to always let you know if i need to stop.”

it takes a beat, but suguru finally loosens up, pressing his smile into your lips over and over again and mumbling all sorts of promises of his own against them.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

warnings: knifeplay, cnc (sort of), roleplaying, pretty graphic descriptions of anxiety and panic, oral (m! receiving)

“what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ here this late at night?”

you roll your eyes to yourself before putting on your best innocent look to turn around and face the man.

he’s smirking down at you, the streetlight lamps casting dark shadows on his features.

if you were being honest with yourself, you’d never really been interested in roleplaying in your previous relationships. it was always so awkward and you never truly felt any incentive to stick to the script no matter how much the scenario excited you.

until you met toji, that is.

he was always so into it, played his parts convincingly well, which should probably worry you considering he would always opt to play the sleazy delivery guy, the pervy doctor, the horny stranger in a bar.

as for you, acting the part of the ditzy student or the clumsy maid or whatever the fuck toji wanted you to be that particular day… yeah, that was embarrassingly hot too.

tonight, he’s playing creepy guy in a dark alleyway. he’d texted you in advance, a very romantic meet me in that alley between the tracks and the highway. dress slutty.

“i was just looking for the station and got lost…” you mumble, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he pouts in a fake display of pity, twirling something inside his jacket pocket.

“oh, what a coincidence! i was just on my way there. care to accompany me?”

you smile sweetly, linking arms with him.

soon enough, you find yourself being shoved past toji’s apartment door, his pocketknife prodding at the small of your back.

you have to contain your giggles to stay in character, letting him toss you onto his bed. you also have to fight your anger when he slashes through your top, a sleazy smile on his face as he breaks character to say he’ll get you a new one.

he’s so goddamn hard that it should concern you, holding your jaw open while he feeds you his cock.

“god—shit, that’s right, such a slutty little mouth,” you moan around his length, hands resting primly on top of your thighs. “you were just begging for it, weren’t you, slut?”

you bob your head up and down, putting on a fake grimace while squeezing your legs together at the same time.

you hear something click in the distance, the sound barely registering in your brain as you get lost in the scent of him. he’s beginning to push into your throat now, laughing like a maniac when you choke on it.

“c’mon now, open up that throat for me, girl,” you inhale in preparation. but your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel something cold and sharp poke you. “or maybe i’ll just to do it for ya with this.”

toji’s pressing his switchblade to your neck, grazing it delicately up and down.

he’s not going to hurt you. you know that.

the blade is probably too dull to pierce skin even if he tried, but he would never, you know this, you know he won’t.

and yet despite that, your heart is jackhammering in your ribcage, uncontrolled and wild as your eyes widen around tears.

toji takes your inaction as a sign to just start fucking your mouth a little more, but your attention is zeroed in on that pocketknife.

suddenly colors are sharper, like it’s bright as day inside his dimly lit bedroom. a headache begins to bloom and you start choking in earnest now, not because toji’s going too hard but because you can’t coordinate your breaths.

he starts tracing your throat with the blade. “feel me right here sweetheart? fuck.”

you’re clearly struggling but it’s hard to distinguish your real reactions to the character you’re supposed to be playing. that only serves to make you panic even further, hands coming up to push on toji’s thighs.

“hands to yourself, whore,” he grunts, pressing the knife a little too hard, a little too close for comfort, and you hit your breaking point.

you start garbling wildly around his dick, repeating your safe word over and over again until a very confused toji finally makes out what you’re saying.

he rips himself out of your mouth, instantly dropping to his knees and grabbing your chin in his hand.

“oh fuck, did i cut ya sweetheart?” he moves your face from side to side, examining you.

you swallow around the lump in your throat, willing your heart to calm down.

“uh, n-no. just got a bit too real there, for a moment.”

he sighs, partially relieved, reassessing the situation. you’re gulping in air, blowing it out of your mouth in calculated puffs.

toji waits until you're visibly calmer before he gets up.

“wait here,” he orders.

you sit down on the floor, hands wrapped around your knees and mentally repeating to yourself that you’re okay, it wasn’t real, you’re not in danger.

toji returns with a glass of water, sitting down in front of you and waiting until you’ve drank most of it.

“you okay?” he asks.

you take a beat before you can honestly say you are. you nod.

“that knife on your throat was a bit too far, huh, babe?”

“yeah,” you garble out, tracing circles on his knees. “could’ve warned me of that particular detail. asshole.”

he laughs but his body language isn't nearly as carefree.

there’s a long drag of silence before he speaks again.

“i’m sorry, honey. really.”

and toji, as amazing as he can be, is usually way too prideful to admit guilt. so the fact that he apologizes is what finally gets you to fully relax, knowing he does realize the situation you were in and feels bad about it.

“honestly we can stop with all the roleplaying bullshit, it’s getting kinda old anyways. you know i don't need you playing a slut to get you acting like one on my co—“

“toji,” you hiss, and he puts his hands up in mock surrender. “it’s fine. i think i have a better idea, anyway.”

that seems to spark his interest. he rises his eyebrows, prompting you to go on.

“because there’s a few roleplays we haven’t tried yet. and if you genuinely feel so bad—“ he says your name sternly but just you ignore him, “then i know the perfect thing you can do to make it up to me.”

“babe…” he bemoans like a chastised child, with a hint of resignation at what awaits him.

when he sees that you’re beaming he just takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair defeatedly.

“when?” is all he asks.

impossibly, your smile grows even wider.

“i already ordered the costume! and the cat ears should be here next week,” you kiss his forehead, propping yourself on his shoulders to stand up.

you hear him groan in the distance as you skip to the bathroom, turning on the faucet.

he stalks after you almost immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and honest to god pouting at you in the mirror.

“are ya really going to do this to me now?”

you grin.

“don’t you mean meow, kitty?”

a/n: yayyy my first somewhat wholesome post i am so bad at this but i hope it was readable! bye now!

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donatellawritings · 1 month

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I jus wanna shut my baby brain off and let big bad daddy rafey take care of me :(

oh this is sooo muñeca & sugar daddy!rafe coded …

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

you were entirely too emotional and high-strung — but who could blame you? with your skyrocketing hormones and mere hours that stood between your sweet papi rafe going back home to kildare, while you remained in culebra was becoming way too much for you to handle. and rafe couldn’t find it in himself to reprimand you, you’d been doing so well when it came to putting your big girl panties on and fighting back the impending waterworks that welled at your waterline, whenever it came time for rafe to go back home — you practiced!

but, unfortunately you’d lost every ounce of your resolve when your doe eyes fell on the two suitcases that sat at the edge of rafe’s bed.

sat in the middle of the plush firmness of the california king bed, your small body hiccuping with incessant cries, you curled your knees into your chest, “on-one — more — day,” you squeaked out, your jumbled words cut into choppy huffs of air as rafe pursed his lips into a tight line.

stood firmly beside the bed with his hands planted on his waist, rafe pinched the bridge of his nose with a knowing sigh, “c’mon, kid — y’been through this many times already, yeah?” met with a sharp cry from you, rafe is quick to switch into complete father-figure mode, letting out a piercing whistle, “hey! cut it out, y’gonna knock y’self out, cryin’ like that,” he scolds, his voice firm as you raise your puffy-tear stained face from your knees with a sniffle.

“quédate conmigo, please papi,” you squeak out, stretching both of your arms out in a reach towards rafe, your bottom lip all wobbly.

taking a seat at the edge of the bed, rafe opens an arm, beckoning you into his lap with a flick of his two signet-ringed fingers as you immediately and obediently crawl into his lap with a whimper, “a’ight, no more cryin’ — don’t need y’passin out on me before i go, hm?” rafe soothes, bringing his hand seamlessly clasp around the back of your neck.

nodding the side of your cherub cheek against rafe’s collarbone, you let out a breath of relief, “when d-do you come back,” you question softly, your doe eyes all sore and heavy from your earlier sobs as you quickly knuckle away the wetness at the tip of your nose.

“no … do not start that, you hear me?” rafe scolds, his free hand lightly tapping the side of your soft thigh, earning a frustrated mewl from you. squeezing your neck, rafe urges a verbal answer from you.

much to rafe’s very dismay, his corrective tone only set you off even further — you didn’t want your papi to be mad at you before he left. so, your bambi eyes were quick to well with warm tears, a warning sniffle itching at your nose as you shook your head, before heaving into rafe’s neck.

“fuck — okay, princess. hey, need y’to look at your papi now, yeah? can y’look at me — can’t look at me if y’cryin, pretty girl,” rafe coos, gently pulling your leg to straddle his hips as he pushes your face up to meet his, with a slight nudge of his shoulder. met with red and glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, rafe brings both of his hands to cradle each side of your face.

“a’ight, need y’to a good girl while m’gone, okay? y’gonna be a good girl for daddy?” rafe questions, slightly mushing your cheeks together as you huff out a wobbly breath, before licking over your swollen lips.

softly nodding in rafe’s grasp, you sniffle, “yes.”

allowing a satisfied smirk to play on his lips, rafe pulls your face down, leaning forehead against his, “good. now, i need y’to go to sleep, kid. i won’t be here when you wake up, but —”

fat tears are quick to brim your lower lash line as you whine in rafe’s grasp, “no—”

shushing you with a corrective tut, rafe pecks your lips in a silencing kiss, “shh … i always come back for you, don’t i? always call you, send you pretty presents — got you that laptop s’you can see me when y’get sad, yeah?”

with an appreciative nod, your lips brush against rafe — your papi always kept his promises, “g-going to mi-miss you,” you shudder, your voice all cracked and uneven as you stare directly into rafe’s bright baby blues, silently wishing you’d be able to make him stay just one more night.

“i know, kid,” rafe sighs, gently easing the both of you to fall back on the bed, one arm secured around your waist as he slides a free hand to the back of your head, lightly scratching at your scalp, “promise, m’gonna come back and take good care of you, yeah? s’my job to make sure m’little girl is happy,” he coos, leaving you to nod against his neck as you slowly, but surely begin to doze off.

whispering sweet nothing into your sleepy ear, rafe remains awake, until he’s one hundred percent sure that your asleep, your parted lips blowing warm air against his neck. once your breathing calmed into a steady rhythm, rafe was careful about maneuvering your drowsy body, carefully removing the small hand that rested on his face and placing it on his chest.

it was never easy for rafe to leave his girl in an island that was so far from him. he liked being in control and in the know of all moving parts in your day to day, so leaving you to fend for yourself — despite being waited in hand and foot by the hired help of the villa — rafe fought the urge to fly you to kildare altogether. you were still so wet behind the ears, so fragile and sentimental, such a transition would be way too much for your little heart to handle.

placing the pillow that sat under his head to rest in the tight hold of your arms, rafe reaches for the powder pink iphone that sits on the nightstand, placing it beside the pillow, ready for your use, the moment you woke up.

you just hoped that your papi rafe would be proud that you were awake the entire time and didn’t cry … because you practiced!

#asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #sugardaddy!rafe

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powerfultenderness · 11 months

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Heelloohh! It kenat stop itching my brain so imma share it to everyone, Neighbor könig startling Y/n as y/n let out a questionable sound, and the following nights neighbor könig's he dreamt about that... Please powerfultenderness! THANK YOU!!!!!

🤭 Ooooh boy!!! König's dreams!

Gonna drop a Mature 18+ rating on this one because of those dreams!

König tried to say hi to you, but you ignored him, walking down to the mail room and humming to yourself. He followed you, about to speak up again when he noticed the white earbuds you were wearing. Ah! You couldn’t hear him! A wicked smile crossed his face as he dropped back a few steps while you blissfully continued on your way.

He waited until you had closed your mailbox, attention fully on sorting through the various letters in hand, before he pounced.

“Got you!” He shouted as quickly pulled you in his arms, lifting you in the air enough that your feet swung from the ground.

“Aieee!”

You squealed, mail flying through the air, and kicked your feet out at nothing. Your hands clasped down on his arms as you looked up and behind you to the laughing mad man.

“König! Let me down!”

Still laughing, and with his arms still around you, he set you back on the ground. “You should pay more attention!”

You rolled your eyes and popped your earbuds out and stuffed them in one of your pockets. “Stop laughing!”

Of course that only had him laughing harder, practically leaning on you to keep himself upright.

“König!” You whined and tried to wiggle out of his hold, not very successfully, the man had an iron grip (and chest!).

“Ok! Ok! Sit down, my little bunny.” He once again lifted you from the ground, not nearly as high in the air, and gently sat you down on the table that was pushed against the wall under the mailboxes.

For just a quick moment he was standing between your knees, your thighs spread wide just to accommodate him, and you let out a quiet gasp and whimper in that short moment. He stills, big warm hands grasping at your thighs and you panic. You quickly pull away from him and slap your hands over your face, “it’s not funny, König!” You whine and sniffle and-

“Shit! Are you crying?” He jerked away, as quickly as if he’d been burned and started to fret around you, unsure if he should touch you again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

A sob racks your body and you hiccup and gasp for a breath.

“I’m sorry, my love! I’m so-” he was leaning down enough to peek at your face, still mostly hidden by your hands, enough to see that you were holding back a smile. “You’re laughing!!” He jumped back and pointed an accusatory finger at you!

You finally let go and dropped your hands from your face as you threw your head back in laughter. “Ahahhahahaha!!! That’s what you get for scaring me, you big jerk!”

You must have looked like two maniacs just sitting in the mail room laughing like crazy, but neither of you could care at the moment what any passerby would think of you.

He helped you gather your fallen mail, and grabbed his mail while he was there too, and the two of you still shaking in laughter, walked you back to your flat.

Flowers. Pretty flowers that faded from sight as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck. “So beautiful.”

You gasped, arching into his touch and whimpering as he nibbled and lapped against your pulse point.

“König,” your arms were around his neck, hands clawing at the back of his shoulders like your life depended on him. Good, he growled as his lips traveled up your neck to your face, you needed him, he pressed his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He needed you.

You squeezed your thighs around his waist and let out another erotic whimper. You pulled back from him, he tried to follow, but you gently pushed one hand against his chest to stop him. “König,” you whispered and glanced shyly away from him. He didn’t like that. He nudged your chin so you were looking at him again. “What?”

“Can I sit on your face?”

His eyes rolled back and he groaned, hips grinding into you. “Yes! God, yes! Please!”

He picked you up from the mail room table and turned around to set you on his bed, hands flying underneath the skirt of the pretty dress he bought you to pull down your panties, black lace finding a new home in his pocket.

Then he climbed on the bed, laying down while simultaneously pulling you, giggling the whole time, on top of him. You sat up, knees spread apart so that you were straddling his chest. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt high against your waist, the fabric pooling down your center. “Come here,” he tried to get you to move higher on him, but you ignored him and leaned down instead.

You softly pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “König.”

He gladly returned your kiss, but upon its natural conclusion he once again tried to entice you to move, just a little more.

“König.” You repeated with a breathy sigh.

“What?”

“König!”

“WHAT!”

“Jesus, man! Wake up, it’s go time!”

“Fuck!” König shook the dream from his mind for now, focusing on the mission before him. But the second he had a moment of free time, his thoughts went back to that dream.

[More neighbor König]

#wybwtjmiadz #könig x reader #könig x fem reader #neighbor!könig #konig x reader #blurb #lmaooo even in his dreams!!!#when he called her my love in german #she didn't understand it.#she mostly uses context clues when he speaks german to understand him. and just assumes his nicknames are common friendly nicknames

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starflirts · 5 months

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NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN (I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER)

in which luke is determined to keep you close to him forever. luke castellan x fem! reader, wc: 1.36k, warning: swearing, note: first post dedicated to my favorite villain... enjoy !

"Wha-... what the fuck are you talking about Luke ?" From the edge of his bunk bed, your boyfriend avoids your stare, looking anywhere but at your face. "Look at me ! You can't just drop this upon me and act like nothing is happening !" He can hear the hurt and the confusion in your voice and decides to get closer to you. He wants to hold you tight and never let you go but settles for holding your hand.

"Babe, listen to me. please." He’s the one to look at you with pleading eyes this time, one hand circling yours and the other resting on the nape of your neck. "You know how much I hate Olympus and how they toy with us just for their own benefit. I know you feel the same way, watching kids barely getting here safely only to never be claimed or only when their parent deems it convenient ! Do you think it's fair ? To be used as a puppet so you can finally be worthy in the eyes of mom or dad ? Risking your life to fix their shortcomings ?"

His emphasis on dad doesn't intrigue you, you already know. Everyone knows. His eyes are full of resentment and his scar seems so red, a stark contrast with the unmarred skin. Luke goes on and on about his supposedly great plan and you can only watch in horror as the boy in front of you looks nothing like the one you fell in love summers ago.

Hand reaching for the one still laid on your nape, you look up, brows furrowed. "Does Annabeth know ?"

These three words are enough to make him flinch. He opens and closes his mouth and that tells you everything you need to know. Your face twists with disgust and anger as you shove his shoulder enough for him to stumble back, away from you.

"Fuck off Luke !" you spit, tears cornering at your lash line. "How dare you turn your back on your little sister, on me ?" Your voice cracks but you try to put up a brave front, wiping the corner of your eyes. You can only stare at him in disbelief, even though your hands itch to bring him closer to you, to hold him and to at least try to understand his sudden change of heart.

Luke attempts to step forward but you pull back and he can hear his own heart breaking. He runs a hand over his face before answering you with a shaky sigh: "Look, I’m doing this for everyone at camp, for us ! I want us to live free of that burden. We deserve so much more than what the gods have to give !" His voice falters and he clears his throat. "I don't want to wake up one morning and find out you're gone because of them, because you went on a stupid quest for the sake of your parent who can't even bother to acknowledge you !" He looks at you fondly and sighs. "Do you remember the time I came back from the quest Hermes sent me on ? You were so scared something had happened to me. I can't let that happen again. I can't let that happen to you. I want to protect you, to protect us ! You- you're all I have."

Tears fall freely as you shake your head, hugging yourself in an attempt to calm down. "There’s got to be another way, you can’t… You can’t do this Luke ! I-" you sob.

And you feel so afraid yet you don’t know whether you’re more scared of Luke himself or of the thought of losing him to something this insane. The cogs in your brain turn and turn but you can't bring yourself to drive him out of your life, not when you've seen him at his best and at his worst, when you've been by his side for so long you can't even remember.

In a few steps, Luke is engulfing you in a hug and all resolve you had to push him away crumbles within seconds. He rests his chin on the crown of your head while you cling to his shirt. He holds you tight, as if the mere thought of you walking out of his cabin would become true and you might vanish with the wind.

"Hey hey, it’s okay, we’ll… we’ll figure it out, we still have time." he whispers in your ear and you want to believe him, you really do.

Slightly pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, hands coming up to cup your face. With a sad smile, Luke's thumbs wipe your tearstained cheeks.

"There, don't cry," he tells you softly, "my pretty, pretty girl. You know I'll never let you go right ? I love you too much to be able to live without you."

His smile is genuine as his hand cautiously takes your own to place it on his chest, right where you can feel his heartbeat. "You’re here, always and forever, no matter what."

Luke's world had crumbled a long time ago, ever since he realized the gods were monsters in disguise. But now that he has you in his life, whatever's left of that sparkle of hope he had when he was fourteen (and when the world seemed so big yet so full of chances) shines brighter. You were the one who rebuilt everything from scratch, who fixed the gaping hole in his heart.

Your free hand comes up to brush his cheek, thumb trailing his scar. You wish you could close your eyes and pretend that the world isn't on the brink of disaster, that your Luke isn't about to change its course.

The love of your life starts again: "I'll be with you at any cost, believe me. And if anyone, so much as the gods or that new forbidden kid attempt to separate us, I'll walk- heck I'll drag myself back to you !"

His promise is sealed with a kiss and you're certain you'd follow him in a heartbeat: "for better or worse ?" you ask in a small voice, lips hovering over his.

He answers you with a smile and shiny eyes: "for better or worse."

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I Spill My Blood For You (Aegon x Reader)

Now was this requested? No, but it’s been itching my brain to write something toxic for Aegon also in this story Aegon is not a rpist just fucked in the head and a drunk. T.W mentions of self harm

(Y/n) knew Aegon loved her, at least that is what she told herself to make the pain of betrayal go away. Aegon and (y/n) had been betrothed since they were young so it was only natural they spend most of their youth together all the way until the wedding.

Aegon was not a bad man but he had his vices, he made attempts to be a good husband and most of the time he succeeded, yet he would always find his way back to filthy whore houses at the street of silk, spending his night with whores and dornish wine, on the morrow he would come back to their shared chamber and plead for forgiveness on his knees to (y/n), she always forgave him what else could she do? He was her lord husband, her Aegon he might not have meant his vow on the contrary (y/n) meant it when she stood in front of the Sept and declared her love and loyalty to him “until the end of my days”

When (y/n) became with child Aegon was thrilled, he lifted her and spun her around as he showered her with kisses and words of encouragement, for months he was at his best behaviour that even had his own mother rubbing her eyes in disbelief, everyone seemed to be able to take a breath after Aegons change of character.

The main reason was how frightened (y/n) was at the thought of childbirth, as she had confessed to him the same night she announced her pregnancy to him she sobbed in his arms, shaking like a leaf as he hugged her. (Y/n) had listened to one to many stories of Maesters gutting women like a fish for the babe to get out, the mere thought brought shivers down her spine.

Aegon tended to (y/n)s every need, basically he was her shadow he always escorted her for long walks in the garden under the order of the maesters that walking was going to help her prepare for her labour, he made sure she ate lots of fresh fruit and drew her baths at the night of the owl since it seemed to be the only remedy that worked for her aching back that made her restless.

(Y/n) was delighted at how Aegon had stepped up to assist her during this important time, she relished how his hand was always in her growing belly and laughed when he would try to talk to the babe for hours on end, she felt relieved she even thought this was certainly the end of his visitations at the pillow houses.Their family was going to grow and she wanted her children to blossom in a family full of love, for the little babes to look up to their parents and smile.

It was prince Aemonds name day and the feast was marvellous, (y/n)s belly had grown big and round to the point that the sept indicated it wasn’t only one babe making (y/n) shake like a leaf from fear, childbirth was already a painful procedure let alone pushing out two of them. Alas she brushed it off, (y/n) put on her finest and most comfortable dress to escort her lord husband.

It was well into the night when (y/n) lost sight of him, again she tried to reason with herself and think that he was probably out for some air or had been distracted and started a conversation with some lord. That changed when she slowly got up from her chair and let out a yelp as a sharp pain occurred at her lower belly, at an instant she felt a gush of liquid between her legs making her eyes grow wide. Queen Alicent was the first one to notice and rushed over to the girl, holding her hand tightly

“What is it sweet (y/n)?”

“I’ve started my labours”

The queen had send the guards to find her son while she stayed with (y/n) who was wailing from the pain, crying and begging for mercy as her entire body felt like it was burning, the room was full of women and the Maester who was doing his best to help poor (y/n).

“Push my darling”

“I can’t, I need Aegon”

“I know dear but you must, come on you can do this”

Finally after hours upon hours of effort (y/n) gave birth to two beautiful babes, a boy and a girl, both of them healthy. (Y/n) almost buried herself in the pillows from exhaustion as she was covered with sweat, however she was smiling. Everything had gone well, the babes were heathy and she was alive, in pain but alive, when she held them it was the most blissful moment in her life if she had to describe it she felt like her heart got cut in three pieces and two of the parts went to the babes.

“What are their names?”

“Maegor and Alicent”

Alicent gasped at (y/n)s decision. (Y/n) had grown font of the queen, she had done mistakes but she wasn’t cruel and (y/n) could tell that she had done the best that she could with all her children, as well as being the only person to hold her hand through the labour.

“Thank you”

Alicent stayed with (y/n) as the young mother slept, waiting to hear back from the guards and her irresponsible son, as she watched the girl sleep her anger rose more and more, how could he leave her when he had known (y/n) was going to go through labour any minute now, he ran away like a coward to go sin and once again embarrass them.

The sun had started to rise when Ser Arryk had walked in and dragged Aegon with him, Alicent thanked the knight for his service and instructed him to leave the half conscious Aegon laying on the floor. She went to check on (y/n) to make sure she is still sleeping, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face and placing a kiss on her forehead before she walked to stand over her son.

“Mother? Where am I?”

“You are a disgrace do you know that?”

The spoke in a low tone yet it was harsh and cold. The scene that was playing in front of her eyes infuriated her, her own kin, her first child on the floor dirty and reeking of wine while his wife had just given birth to twins, she felt responsible for his ridiculous actions and she could not take it anymore.

She kicked his side in anger making him groan and curl up from the pain, he coughed a few times as he started to understand where was his mothers wrath coming from.

“What did I do?”

“What did you do? I will tell you, you wasted your night away with whores and wine while your wife gave birth”

“What?”

His mothers words made his blood ran cold, in a blink of an eye he had sobered up from the shock of the news he had just heard. No, it couldn’t be, he had been there this whole time she could not have given birth tonight, he looked up at his mother even if it hurt his eyes and Aegon could swear he saw steam coming out of her ears.

“Certainly you are jesting”

“Get up and look at your wife, how she is laying after giving birth to twins”

Twins! Two babes! Several thoughts raced through aegons blurry mind, was she alright? Was anyone with her? Was she scared? Are the babes alright and healthy? As got off the floor he felt a mixture of guilt and humiliation take over him, rightfully so if he could add. He had done the best he could and yet when the time came he proved everyone right, he failed just like how all of them expected.

Silence fell while he looked at his wife who had drifted off to dreamland, her belly had deflated and that was the sign he needed to understand this was not a dream like he secretly hoped.

“Where are the babies?”

“ With the wet nurses, a boy and a girl, (y/n) took the liberty and named them-”

“Maegor and Alicent”

He whispered, a few nights ago as she laid in their bed and let Aegon rub her belly she mentioned the names she liked. At first Aegon laughed at how they would repeating the cycle of Aegon and Maegor, after a while he reached up to place a sweet kiss on his wife’s lips and told her what a pretty name Alicent is also how his mother would jump from joy.

“I knew you are a low life but this is a new low, missing the birth of your children”

“You think I wanted this? I wanted to be here”

“you left, you rushed to your whores and fleeted from your wife’s side like a dim wit, do you know that she was asking for you? Poor thing was begging me to run and get you, telling me again and again how scared she was”

“Stop mother please”

He pressed his mother as he felt close to breaking down.

Aegon had his back turned to (y/n) and Alicent was too furious to notice that (y/n) had awoken a while ago, moreover she chose to remain silent and view them from afar. She listened to Alicent harass Aegon and watched Aegon get eaten by his own pain and guilt, a side of her was happy that this caused such a reaction out of him on the other hand she felt like she should stop this and she did.

“Where are the babes?”

Her voice was hoarse from sleep and exhaustion, she had slept for only a few hours and it was not enough to help her recover. Alicent once again went to her side and held her hand while the other went on the girls cheek to caress it as her eyes scanned for any signs of pain.

“It’s alright my dear (y/n), they are with the wet nurses, you should rest my girl go back to sleep”

“No no, I want to see my children”

She protested as she struggled to raise her chest and sit up on her bed, Alicent tended to her and fixed (y/n)s pillows for back support. It was the first time that (y/n)s eyes were met with Aegons, Aegon locked his gaze for a second before he went back to starring at the floor, embarrassed by his actions and appearance.

“Your grace could you please go and ask the wet nurses to bring my babes?”

“Of course, as you wish dearest”

Alicent left the girl and gave one last disappointing look to Aegon before she left them alone, shutting the door behind her.

As they were alone, Aegon did not know what to say, there was nothing that he could possibly phrase that would make this better, (y/n) was silent, she wanted for him to break first since he was the one in the wrong and it wasn’t just a small mistake, he broke his promise, he had done such big acts to make her believe he had change just to prove her wrong at the very end, bitterness and anger made her chest hurt.

“I’m sorry”

He whispered, only to be met with a pillow thrown at his face with force from (y/n). It did not hurt but once he raised his gaze he saw the anger that she was experiencing how her rage took over her.

“Where the fuck were you?! You fucking left me”

She barked at him, pain rushed through her due to her sudden move since her abdomen and private part hasn’t fully recovered from

Childbirth, she ignored it as fury towards her husband was her main focus.

Aegon could count the times he had seen (y/n) be cross with him in his one hand, none of them were like this. Her face had changed as her eyes threw daggers at hum, she was unrecognisable as something took over her and it sunk in how he couldn’t get away with this, she had been tipped over the edge and he was the one that pushed her.

“Please my dove”

“No! I do not wish to hear you speak! Shut up for once you fucking moron! I trusted you, I have been nothing but a good wife, a trusting companion an honourable match and this how you repay me? I have stood by you when no one else was there!”

As madness wrapped her up tightly her curse words and harsh truths being her only weapon as she could not physically attack him. Her voice louder than Aegon has ever heard it, he flinched at her outrage he did not try to protest because deep inside he knew he was the villain.

(Y/n) spoke truthfully, Aegon could blame his family all he wanted it would not change the fact that (y/n) was the one ray of sunshine in his darkness and he dimmed her light until she was also eaten up by the dark. Silent tears streamed down his eyes as she kept throwing pillows at him as a way to cause him pain, she could throw a brick at him if she craved then again it would be her words that made him crumble.

“I have put myself at the sword! I went through the seven rings of hell for you! I’ve been ridiculed by everyone at court due to your lustful sins and wrongdoings for you to be absent at our childrens birth, what if I were dead Aegon? What if our children did not make it?”

“Please don’t-“

“What? You don’t want to think about it? You would feel shame if I were to lay dead yet now that I’m alive everything is fine? I might be well Aegon but this put our marriage to rest”

The last declaration was the one that made his eyes snap away from the carpet and look at her, she could not do this? She could not leave him? No, they just had their first babes she could not deprive him of them.

Aegon, quick on his feet went on her side and fell on his knees in front of her, (y/n) had seen this before, once again Aegon would beg for mercy, whisper sweet promises and express his love to her and like a fool she would believe him.

When Aegon went to grab her hands (y/n) reacted before she could think and landed a strong slap across his face, making his head turn to the side. Aegon shocked by the slap stood still momentarily, she had never reached the point of physically assaulting him yes she had been upset but now she was ruthless, nothing could stop her.

“I tried Aegon, oh how I yearned for you to become a man of honour, a man that could be a good husband and a father, you have once again disappointed me. The servants will pack your belongings we are not to share chambers any longer”

Something in Aegon snapped, as (y/n) spoke of their new set of rules in their marriage he inspected the dagger he had left on their nightstand he had left it there when (y/n) had asked him to peel an orange for her.

With a swift motion Aegon was on his feet and had taken the dagger in his hand, cutting his arm all the way down from elbow to wrist.(y/n) gasped at the sudden cruel harm he had caused in himself, it felt like time had remained still as they eyeballed one another, Aegon still crying felt the pain although to him it was nothing that what his heart was experiencing.

“I spill my blood for you, my heart beats for you, you are my wife, my life, the fire in my soul, the breath in my lungs (y/n) you have kept me alive, without you I might as well wither away”

“Aegon”

“I will do anything you wish, I will gut myself if that will bring you comfort, my heaven, if you leave my side I will be stuck in the endless cycle of misery and hell, there is no reason for me to walk amongst the people once the light of life is not here”

His blood dripped on the carpet, Valyrian steel cut clean and Aegon was starting to understand the consequences of his actions as he started to wobble when he was fighting unconsciousness. (Y/n) had opened her mouth to say something when Aegon collapsed, at an instant (y/n) jumped off the bed forgetting her own suffering to sit by her husbands side and place his head on her thighs.

“Aegon! Aegon! No no don’t do this to me Aegon”

Alicent had heard (y/n)s cries of agony and bursted in the door with Ser Arryk thinking that something had happened to her good-daughter and to her disturbance she couldn’t have been more wrong. (Y/n)s white night gown ruined with her child’s blood as she screeched in agony, Ser Arryk being the only one that had kept his composure lifted the prince as his hand hanged from one side leaving drops of his blood as a trail all the way to the bed, (y/n) had not seen Alicent scurry away from the room, she just heard the woman yell for the maesters.

(Y/n) jumped on the bed next to her lord husband, cupping his porcelain face with her bloody hands, staining his flesh with his own blood that he had shed as a desperate declaration of love and devotion, “how peculiar” she thought, hours ago she was covered in her own blood as a minor sacrifice for life to be brought into this world, now she was smearing Aegons blood who attempted to take his own life, a life had been created and a life was being taken.

“It’s alright, it’s alright he is going to be alright”

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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JUST HOW FAST THE NIGHT CHANGES (part 4)

A/N: surprise update!! i was able to sneak some writing in today at work and i didn't want to hold onto the part once it was finished, so now im posting it before going to bed hehe but anyways, enjoy!

WARNING: discussion about miscarriage

PAIRING: Harry x High-School-Best-Friend!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

SERIES MASTERPOST | SUPPORT ME!

You never really had any trouble paying attention at meetings, but today it feels like torture to listen to your group leader tell about an upcoming project. Normally you’d be taking notes, but now your document is awfully empty in front of you, almost mocking you for being a mess.

It’s been your constant state since dinner at Harry’s.

It totally flipped your world upside down and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it every waking moment. You still have no clue what’s gotten into you to tell him about Drew and everything that happened, you hate talking about it, but with Harry it felt kind of… natural to open up. He gave just the type of comfort you’ve been seeking for a long time and you’d have never guessed it would be him to make you feel this way.

And when he pulled out the beads from his wallet? You were absurdly close to start sobbing again.

How are you supposed to go on from this point? Where are you even heading? Harry came back to your life kind of abruptly and judging from his invitation he is planning to stay this time. You have your fears and doubts about him still, you know you shouldn’t just jump right into this new situation so easily, but… part of you is desperate to be selfish and do what feels the best.

“Y/N?” your team leader’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and as you look up from the screen you notice that almost everyone has left the room.

“Oh, s-sorry… I got distracted a bit,” you mumble, shutting your laptop and gathering your things.

“Is everything alright?” Nadine approaches you with genuine worry in her eyes.

She might be your boss, but she’s been more like a friend. She knows what you went through and instead of adding to your plate for not being able to do as much work in the tougher times, she was right there to help you through it, giving you all the tools to keep you going and keep your job as well. You’re eternally grateful for that.

“Yeah, I’m just… a bit all over the place,” you huff out a chuckle.

“If you need a few extra days off, just let me know, we can try to make it work.”

“No, I’m fine, really,” you assure her. “Just had an overwhelming weekend, is all.”

“Alright, let me know if you need anything.”

“Sure, will do. Thank you,” you smile at her before heading towards the door, but before walking out, you stop and turn back. “Just theoretically, if I were to work fully remotely for a bit, like a few weeks, would that be okay?”

She looks up from her notes and nods.

“Of course. You know you have the chance to work from home as much as you want still.”

“Thanks.”

It came out of the blue, how you asked about full remote work. Harry’s invitation has been itching your brain since Friday and it seems like you’re starting to get familiar with the thought of it.

You spend the rest of the day tucked away in your little corner cubicle, trying your best to focus on work. Your stomach growls violently when you finally stand up from your desk and get ready to leave. Your mouth waters when you think about dropping by your favorite sandwich place on your way home, but for some reason you’re not a fan of having dinner alone tonight.

And before you could even think about it, you’re texting Harry.

Y/N: Do you have plans tonight?

By the time you pack your stuff and head out of the building you already have a reply to your text.

HARRY: Nothing in particular, but I feel like it’s about to change. :)

Y/N: Want to grab dinner with me?

HARRY: Absolutely, I’m on my way.

Y/N: I haven’t even said where.

HARRY: Doesn’t matter, I’m on my way.

You laugh at his text as you shoot him the address to the sandwich place before you’re off on your way as well.

Harry has a skip in his step as he rounds the corner from the parking lot. He actually had plans for the afternoon, some work he needed to take care of but there was no doubt he would trade it to have some time with you.

The sandwich place you invited him out to seems small, not too crowded or popular, but if you like it he knows he will too. You’re already by the front door when he arrives, approaching you with a goofy smile.

“For a moment I thought you weren’t coming,” you chuckle, as he greets you with a warm hug.

“Of course I came, I would have been stupid not to,” he simply answers and you ignore how your heart just skipped a beat.

He smiles when the guy behind the counter greets and calls you by your name. You order your usual as always and Harry chooses the Very Veggie one before the two of you take a booth in the corner, tucked away from prying eyes.

“Okay, oh my God, this is very good, now I understand why it’s your favorite place!” He moans with his mouth full right after the first bite of his sandwich.

“You had doubts? I’m offended!” you gasp dramatically, to which he just grins.

The conversation almost picks up from where you left it off last time. Even though you’re out in the public this time, he is able to bring the same kind of comfort that held you at his place. It’s a lot lighter, the heavy stuff is off the table, but it still feels just as important.

“So did you think about coming to Palm Springs?” he asks with a smirk as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

“Mm, I did,” you shortly answer.

“And? What do you think?”

“Why do you want me there so badly?” you ask with a sigh, though a smile is playing on your lips.

“Because I want to see you on my birthday,” he simply answers with an innocent shrug.

“You survived your last ten birthdays without me.”

This could have sounded offended, but it’s not the case, you’re cheeky and it was just some teasing, luckily Harry could tell too so he doesn’t take it to his heart.

“And it was so horrible!” he gasps dramatically, making you laugh. “All my favorite birthdays are the ones I spent with you!”

“So you haven’t had a good birthday in a decade? Poor thing!” you play along.

“See? You can’t let me have another bad birthday!” He even pouts his lips at you, giving you the puppy eyes which just makes you laugh again as you shake your head in disbelief. It’s good to see that he is just as persistent as he was before.

He doesn’t want to push you too much, doesn’t want you to feel like you can’t say no, so he is ready to drop the topic when you surprise him.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he asks, eyes widening. “W-what do you mean okay?”

“I’ll go to Palm Springs with you.”

It takes a couple of moments for him to register what you just agreed to, but when it finally sinks in he can’t control his happiness.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” he throws his hands up into the air, as if he just won the lottery. There are only two other people in the shop, they give him a weirded out look, but he ignores them all, eyes glued to you over the table. “Okay, I’ll take care of everything, you don’t have to worry about anything, it’s gonna be so good!”

“I have to move a few things around at work though, so it’s not entirely certain, alright?”

“Sure, let me know if you need help with anything. I’ll send you over everything about the traveling and all, okay?”

“Okay,” you chuckle lightly, touched by the enthusiasm he is showing you.

You stay a little longer before heading home, Harry insists on dropping you off and secretly he also wants to know where you live. It’s a simple neighborhood with similar townhouses lining the street, he can totally picture you walking around, coming home from work or going grocery shopping.

“So when can I see you again?” he asks, parking down in front of your place.

“Why are you always asking me this?” you chuckle.

“Because I want to see you,” he admits without shame, completely oblivious to what it does to you.

You can’t deny the romantic feelings you have for Harry, maybe it’s what’s left from the past, maybe it’s something entirely new. It doesn’t matter. It’s something you haven’t experienced in a long time and because of what happened to you not long ago, you’re not entirely sure what to make of it.

“I’ll call you. Or you can call me too,” you smile shyly before leaning over the console and giving him a little awkward side hug before getting out of the car.

He watches you jump up the stairs and open the front door, turning back you wave at him one last time before walking in and shutting the door behind you. He drives away with a lovesick sigh.

Since last time it was you who invited him out, he thinks it’s his job to take the next step. And he’ll gladly do it.

He’s been thinking and planning what to do next, dinner, museum, casual hangout, he’s thought of it all by the point Friday rolls around again and he knows he needs to up his game and not waste any more time. So Friday morning he texts you.

HARRY: Hey! Do you want to watch a movie tonight? We can order food and everything.

He doesn’t expect an immediate reply from you, he goes on with his day as usual, but keeps checking his phone, only to see no message from you. When lunch time rolls around he starts to worry. He doesn’t want to be a bother, maybe you just have too much work to do, but he still wants to know you’re alright.

So against the anxious voice in his head, he calls you sometime in the afternoon when it’s been way too long since his text.

The line rings and rings, he starts to think he will not get an answer, but at last you pick up.

“Yeah?” Your voice is weak, kind of sleepy and might be even pained, he can’t tell just from this one little word.

“Hey, it’s… it’s me, Harry,” he starts, unsure if you even know he is the caller. “Is everything alright? Did you see my text?”

He doesn’t want to be pushy, but he can’t rid himself of the worry that’s crawling up his spine as there’s a long pause on the other end of the line.

“Um, I saw it. I just… don’t think I can do it tonight.”

“Are you alright? Not to be rude or anything, but you sound… kind of sick?”

“I’m not sick, I… I can’t tonight, I’m sorry.”

Now he is on full alert mode, he knows something is off and he can’t just let it go.

“Do you need help with anything? I can do grocery shopping or I could just cook for you, anything, Y/N, just let me know.”

There’s silence on your end again, until he hears you sniffling and he knows he won’t be able to keep himself out of whatever it is.

“Can you come over?” you then ask, your voice barely more than just a whisper.

“I’m on my way, do you want me to bring anything?”

“No, just…”

“It’s okay, I’m on my way, Y/N.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Harry runs a few red lights probably and gets to your place in record time. You texted him earlier that you’d leave the front door open, so he pushes it in without hesitation and walks into your home, frantically looking for you.

“Y/N? It’s me, Harry!” he calls out not to scare you.

“Here!” you answer weakly and he starts running in the direction of your voice, finding himself in your tiny kitchen.

He would never tell you this, but you look like crap. It’s obvious you’re not feeling well, your hair is a mess, your face is paler than usual, a fluffy blanket draped around your shoulders as you’re holding a heating pad, that you must have just filled with warm water. It instantly clicks what the matter is.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he softly asks as he approaches you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Like shit,” you mumble under your breath.

“Are you hurting more than usual, or…?”

“It’s… it was always bad painwise, but… since my miscarriage it’s really hard mentally too,” you admit, refusing to look up from the tiled floor.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I’ll make you some tea, okay?”

You nod and he keeps a hand on your back as he walks you back to your bedroom, lifting the covers so you can climb in, curl up and then he tucks you in as you hold the heating pad to your stomach.

He shuffles back to the kitchen without a word, starts the kettle as he searches through your cabinets to see if he can make you something to eat.

“Here. Do you need some medicine maybe?” he asks, playing the mug on your nightstand.

“Already took some.”

“Alright. Try to sleep, okay? I’ll stay, let me know if you need anything.”

You fall asleep listening to Harry moving around outside your bedroom. You don’t even have the energy to worry about him seeing your messy home.

You have no idea how late it is when you wake up, but it’s dark outside. Your cramps are gone,the heating pad has cooled down and your mouth is ridiculously dry. The door is left ajar and some dim light is coming through the crack, illuminating the mug you remember Harry left on your night stand, the once hot tea is not room temperature, but you chug it down eagerly before getting out of bed.

First you go to the bathroom and then you start looking for Harry, finding him on the couch in the living room, the TV is on, but the volume is so down, it’s almost on mute. It seems like he is right about to dose off, you almost turn around and let him sleep, but then the floor creaks under your feet and his head snaps up.

“Hey! You’re up,” he softly says, sitting up straight as you join him on the couch.

“Yeah. What time is it?” you ask, rubbing your eyes as he checks his phone.

“It’s half past ten. You slept for like, four hours.”

“Ah fuck,” you exhale, pulling your legs up as you lean against the back of the couch, facing Harry. “You’ve been here all along?”

“Yeah, I made some soup for you, cleaned the kitchen up and I fixed the tap, it was leaking. I’ve been just watching TV for the past hour.”

“Wait, you fixed the tap?” you ask, eyes going wide.

“Yeah.”

“Y-you didn’t have to do that.”

“Y/N, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. How are you feeling?”

“Better. I’m sorry you got stuck here while I was sleeping.”

“I wasn’t stuck,” he shakes his head. “And I’m always happy to spend time with you. Even when you’re not awake,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Thank you. It’s good to see your heart is still the same.”

“I try to keep it at the right place,” he smirks and thinks how part of it is with you, so it will always be at the best place possible.

“You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine,” you say, your head resting on the back of the couch.

“Do you want me to stay?” You hold a short pause before nodding shyly. “Then I’ll stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Can’t be more sure. So, what are we doing? Want to watch a movie?”

“That would be great.”

You start some random movie on Netflix and as time passes by you migrate closer to each other until your head is resting on his shoulder and he has an arm around your curled up frame. You happily bask in the comfort he radiates, it makes you forget about the crisis you went through just hours ago.

It has happened before. This time of the months has been rough on you, a reminder of what you lost so it’s not only painful physically, but it takes a toll on you mentally as well. The past couple of months you spent the first two days curled up in a ball, crying your eyes out until you were able to function again.

With Harry by your side the pain has faded faster than ever, his presence created just the right amount of distraction for you to move past this hard point quickly.

When the movie ends you start another one, but you talk over that mostly, it becomes just background noise. You have no idea when, but at one point you fall back asleep. When you wake the next time the TV is still on, Netflix is trying to recommend you shows to start watching so the movie has ended a long time ago. Beside you Harry is snoring lightly, his head tipped back, lips open slightly.

However creepy it is, but you give yourself a minute to just stare at him. You haven’t been able to take a good look at him without meeting his curious gaze.

You see so much of his old, teenage self, but they are laced with maturity and change as well. His sharp jawline is impressive compared to the round cheeks he had as a young boy. His bone structure is a lot more defined, manlier, but you recognize his old self in the slope of his nose, the way his eyelashes curl against his cheeks and his lips are the same shade of pink still.

It slowly dawns upon you how fast things have changed and now you have him back in your life when just weeks ago you weren’t even talking.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way, you realize. You have such a strong connection with him, one you haven’t experienced with anyone else, not even with Drew.

Harry stirs in his sleep and a few seconds later he blinks his eyes open, trying to process what’s happening around him.

“Hey,” you smile at him softly.

“Hey. We fell asleep?” He clears his throat.

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?”

“Late,” you answer simply.

“Give me a minute and I’ll get going, I promise,” he sighs, closing his eyes again.

“Or you could just stay,” you suggest, surprising even yourself with the offer.

He blinks open one eye, then the other, as if he was waiting for you to take it back, but you’re not planning to.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Come on. My bed is comfier than this couch,” you chuckle, patting his chest gently before pushing yourself up.

“Y-you want me to sleep in your bed?”

“I don’t have a guest bedroom. You can stay on the couch, if you don’t want to sleep next to me,” you shrug, trying to look like it’s a whatever situation for you, but your heart would definitely break a little if he didn’t want to share your bed.

Luckily, he is on the same page as you.

“The bed is fine. Perfect actually,” he nods eagerly, as he stands from his spot, he turns the TV off and then follows you into the bedroom.

It’s unusual, but also feels completely comforting to get under the covers with Harry, like you’ve done this before. You both stay on your side, not mingling, but it’s still such an intimate moment you’ll probably never forget.

“Good night, Harry,” you whisper in the darkness and even though you can only make out his silhouette, you just know he is looking at you.

“Good night, Y/N.”

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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hi babes im literally so anxious that school is starting and i need some kind of comfort

can you do eddie helping r out of a panic attack or just helping them with their anxiety <33

i'm sorry you're anxious about school, honey! i wish you the best of luck, i'm always here if you need to talk, and i hope this helps!

The stance that Eddie finds you in already has his heart picking up speed, your hands bunched in your blankets as your knees draw to your chest like magnets. Your breathing is staccato, rapidfire puffs of not-enough air entering and escaping your lungs all too fast.

He doesn't know which is worse, the hand clawing at your calf, or the one that's itching at your neck. Both are leaving marks, and he rushes for the closest first, the one on your leg.

"Hey!" He's sure that doesn't help, but he can't figure out a better way to announce his presence. He grips your hand as you jolt tugging it hurriedly away from your leg and wincing when it draws blood as your nails rip off of your skin.

"Fuck," He dabs away the surface level scrape, his white shirt now dotted with crimson, "Babe, babe, let go."

He reaches for your other hand, trying a calmer approach this time. He's upset that panic is now infesting him, he berates himself for not being the strong one, but you're hurting and he doesn't know how to help you, and he's panicking.

He lays his hand out over yours, feeling a tremble wrack through your frame, "Let go, sweetheart, hold my hand instead."

You do, and Eddie takes it as a sign that you're still somewhat coherent. That maybe you're not gone, maybe you just need help finding your way back. He feels your fingers tighten around his and nods encouragingly even though you can't see him, "Yeah, there 'ya go. Squeeze, baby, get it all out."

He's absolutely certain his fingers will ache tomorrow, but he doesn't care. He lets you mutilate his hand, because it's better than mutilating your neck. Sobs pour out of you like rainfall, quiet one second and striking the next, and he sees your teeth dig unforgivingly into your plush bottom lip.

"No more," He urges, guiding your first hand to the one that's clasped in his own and using his now-free hand to tug your lip out from under your teeth, "C'mon baby, you're gonna cut it open."

You're no longer able to muffle your sobs by biting your lips and Eddie finds them even more heart-wrenching at full-volume. He tugs you sideways into his chest, you're bent at an awkward angle, but you can hear his heartbeat, and that's all that matters.

Maybe it's your newfound stress toy in Eddie's fingers, or maybe it's the soft thumping of his heart in his chest, or maybe it's his voice humming you familiar tunes that vibrate through his chest and send ripples of calm through your own, but you're coming back. Your breathing is clearer, your sobs aren't as frequent, and your fingers are starting to loosen up on his hands.

Finally your cries turn to sniffles, your shaking to an occasional quiver, and you let your hands go limp in Eddie's grasp.

"Hey there," He breathes shakily, his voice thick with emotion, "You okay, baby?"

"I'm sorry," Are the first words out of your mouth, and they only twist the knife in Eddie's heart, "I didn't mean for you to see that. And- and I probably hurt your hand, I'm really sorry, Eddie."

"Don't apologize." He insists, his brown eyes glistening with unshed tears, "That's- that's not something to apologize for. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You offer lamely, wiping at your tears, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He parrots, "You're not."

"You're not either." You frown at his mangled fingers, "Do you want ice?"

"No," He shakes his head, lacing his with yours, "No, just talk to me. I wanna- I wanna know what happened."

"Nothing happened." You mumble, "Not yet."

Eddie cocks his head to the side, waiting for an explanation.

"I just- I'm really anxious." You admit, the word coming out chewy and strained, "I.. sometimes I don't know how to shut my brain off."

"Drugs." He grumbles, and it gets a laugh out of you. He relaxes an inch.

"It's hard." You continue, face dropping from the chuckle, "Sometimes it's a little too hard."

"Yeah." He nods, blinking his tears away when you squeeze his hand, lighter this time, "Yeah, I know what you mean."

"I.. I really am sorry, Eddie." You repeat, and his eyes snap to yours, ready to fight, "Just-! Just listen," You beg, and he nods once.

"I don't.. I try not to do that in front of people. It's- well, I know it's not a comforting sight. I'm sorry for scaring you, but thank you for.. for staying. And helping."

"I'm glad you scared me," He admits, a glossy sheen over his pretty doe eyes as his nose burns red, "Ignoring scary things doesn't make them go away. I wanna face the scary things, I- I wanna fight 'em. With you."

You chew on the inside of your cheek, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He smiles weakly at you, leaning forwards to nuzzle his nose with yours. It's intimate, sweet and tender, and it nearly resurfaces your tears.

"'Gonna beat its ass." He adds, after a moment of too-good-to-be-true silence from him, "Stupid fuckin' anxiety."

"It's in my head," You laugh, "You're gonna hit me in the head?"

He reconsiders, brows furrowed. Then he grabs your face, tilting it so that he's speaking directly into your ear, definitely a bit too loud.

"Hey, you in there! He-lloooo," He taps a fingertip on your temple, "Anxiety? Get the fuck outta my baby!"

You giggle at his antics, "Eddie-"

"'Can't see anything in there," He cuts you off, turning from your ear to your face, peering into your eyes, but past them somehow, "No, not there, maybe-?" He lifts your chin, peers intently up your nose, "Shit, not there either. How about-?" Then he's popping your mouth open, peering around while you giggle lamely under his touch.

"Fuck." He concludes, "Can't find it. Wherever it is, though, I'm ready." He holds up a threatening fist, "Not gonna let that little shit hurt you anymore, sweetheart."

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useramor · 1 year

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humming/singing for the soft fic prompts, if you're inspired <3

okay, so this totally did inspire, because i ended up writing 1.6k for it in this boba shop <3 thank you so much for sending a prompt my love! i hope you like it (and shout out to my best friend for helping me with the song choice)

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Eddie thinks Buck’s taking a nap. To be fair, he was, but he’s been slowly drifting back to consciousness for the past few minutes. He can’t really tell, time feeling like it did when he was a kid and took a nap during summer break. Everything feels bathed by sunlight; warm and light and easy, his muscles heavy with sleep.

It’s not late July, though, and the warmth that he feels covered in comes more from Eddie’s finger carding gently through his hair than any actual sunlight.

Buck feels…rested. For the first time in god knows how long, he feels calm. Content. He’s not satisfied, not quite. There’s an itch he hasn’t quite figured out how to reach, a want that’s so bonedeep he doesn’t look it in the eye.

But it tugs stronger, punches him in the gut a little deeper every time he catches Eddie’s eye across the station. There’s a whisper in the back of his mind that’s been trying to tell him something since Eddie first walked into his life.

It’s been getting louder. Since the well, since the shooting, since lightning coursed through his body and all he could think was Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. I need to go home.

To him, that little voice would whisper every time. I need to go home to him.

Eddie’s always been his safe space. Eddie’s always been where his heartbeat is steadiest, but ever since he left that coma nightmare, it’s been different.

He has a way to make sure he’s actually awake. Actually here, where he belongs.

There was no night in the dream. His eyes blink open blearily and the room is a warm orange in the way it gets as the sun dips below the horizon.

Check.

His brain, even in its hazy fog, knows what day it is. Carla dropped Chris off at Hen and Karen’s a few hours ago. It’s a Friday, he knows that much. They got off a twenty four hour shift a few hours ago, which means it was Thursday yesterday. Time is moving.

Check.

And then there’s Eddie. Eddie, who somehow maneuvered Buck in his sleep so his head would be positioned on his lap, whose fingers are gently massaging his scalp, who is singing—so softly, nothing more than a gentle lullaby.

He had none of this in his coma dream. Eddie was a void, a lost piece of the puzzle, a missing step as you were headed down a spiral staircase.

But here? He’s everything.

“Y hace falta que te diga que me muero por tener algo contigo,” Eddie whispers, his voice so gentle it almost has Buck dipping back into sleep. He doesn’t risk turning to look up at Eddie, doesn’t want to risk him stopping now that he has an audience that can actively listen.

Buck could count on one hand the amount of times he’s heard Eddie sing.

Only ever to Christopher. It happened more when he was younger—and, Jesus, Buck can’t start thinking about how much Chris has grown since they met because he’ll definitely start crying—but there was one night recently. Just a few weeks ago.

It was the first night Buck stayed over after the accident. Christopher was refusing to leave him, stuck to his side all throughout dinner and the movie they put in, because Eddie still believes in DVDs.

(They have all the streaming services. Buck knows, because they share them. Eddie pays for Disney plus, Buck pays for Netflix. Why they never use one of those every time Buck spends the night is beyond him.)

Buck woke up that night to Chris crying; loud, racking sobs that had him fighting back tears. He got up to check on him, but Eddie beat him to it. Buck hovered by the door as Eddie whispered low, calming reassurances in Christopher’s ear, telling him it’s okay, he’s here, everyone’s okay.

He started singing some song Buck didn’t recognize, and it had Chris falling asleep within minutes.

It’s a pity Eddie doesn’t sing more often. He has a beautiful voice.

“Y es que no te has dado cuenta de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo,” Eddie continues. Buck’s pretty sure he’s heard this song before, but the words don’t linger in the air long enough for him to register it.

Between the singing and the fingers playing with his hair, Buck really almost falls asleep again, but Eddie’s singing to him. There’s no way he’s missing this, so he bites his tongue hard enough to ache, focuses on the sting, and makes sure to stay awake.

“Ya no puedo acercarme a tu boca sin deseartela de una manera loca,” he murmurs, and, okay, Buck understands enough Spanish that the sentence has his cheeks heating up.

His Spanish is pretty rusty now, but there were days once upon a time where he could pick up chicks in Peru with a heavy American accent and a cheesiest Spanish pick-up line his bartending friends dared him to use.

He’s not sure Eddie knows that, though. Doesn’t think he’d say I can’t get close to your mouth without wanting it in a crazy way, if he knew.

Buck’s blushing, he knows. It’s taking a crazy effort to keep his breathing even, especially when Eddie continues. Buck doesn’t catch the next line, even though he’s trying to focus on it. His body really is tired. He really does want to go back to sleep.

Eddie hums a bit of the song, the melody wrapping around Buck like a blanket.

“No quisiera yo morirme sin tener algo contigo.”

It’s similar to the first line he sang, and it makes Buck’s breath hitch.

I would not want to die without having something with you.

Eddie stops instantly, hand stilling. Buck turns on his lap so he’s looking up at him. He squints up at Eddie’s face, smiling softly to himself at his expression. Eyes a little wide and a little panicked, cheeks a little pink, but he’s smiling so sweetly when he notices Buck’s not going anywhere.

“You know I understand Spanish?” Buck says cheekily, tilting his head. Eddie groans, his head tilting back. It exposes the long column of his throat, and, for the first time, Buck doesn’t feel guilty for not looking away.

Eddie’s eyes stare down at him, a twinkle in the warm, honeyed brown of his iris. He looks a little flustered, and Buck wants to kiss him so, so bad.

That’s the whisper. The one he’s been refusing to let get louder, because he couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t risk the best relationship he’s ever had.

For once—for once—he doesn’t think it’d ruin anything. Not when the hand not currently in Buck’s hair moves to grab his hand and twines their fingers together.

“I did not know that.”

Buck nods, thinking over the song’s lyrics.

“Did you mean it?”

Eddie nods; his smile is tiny and loving and fond, but it looks like it could just as easily take over his face if this moment didn’t feel so private.

“I did.”

“I can’t—I can’t get close to you without wanting to kiss you, either,” Buck admits. His heart isn’t hammering wildly in his chest like he thought it would if he ever got enough courage to say this.

Eddie’s grin grows cheeky. “I didn’t say that,” he teases, because Buck definitely mistranslated a little bit. He got the gist, though.

“No, you just said you don’t wanna die without having something with me.”

“Maybe what I meant is a friendship.”

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“Just kiss me.”

Eddie’s smile is brilliant, but Buck doesn’t get to look at it for long. Too busy closing his eyes and leaning up so he can meet Eddie in the middle and let their lips meet. The angle’s a little awkward, not quite a spiderman kiss, not quite normal, either. Buck’s sideways and his arm’s twisted uncomfortably to prop him up, but it’s still the best first kiss he’s ever had.

Buck can feel how much Eddie loves him with the soft, slow drag of his lips against his. Can feel it in the way it’s just lips, just soft, easy, almost shy. Their lips stick a little as they pull away, and it’s giddy. He feels a bit like a teenager, the way just one kiss has him breathless.

“Hi,” Eddie whispers, face still close enough to Buck’s that he feels the words as a breath on his smile. “I love you.”

Buck wants to laugh. There’s some emotion in his chest that’s bubbling, threatening to spill over, and he wants to let it. Wants to laugh until he can tuck all of Los Angeles inside the pocket of his joy.

He feels so indescribably happy.

“I love you. I love you.” He knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he’s never gonna get tired of saying it.

“C’mere,” Eddie murmurs, trying to angle Buck’s head so he could kiss him proper. Buck gets with the program faster than he’s ever gotten anything in his life, scrambling to straddle Eddie on the couch, and does his best not to get high on the way Eddie’s eyes go dark. The way they go half-lidded, the way his pupils seem to swallow all of him as his hands slide up his thighs.

Buck leans in and kisses him again. Despite their position, it’s just as tender as the first one. He kisses him until he can’t breathe, until he’s dizzy, until he feels a promise of more trapped between their bodies.

And he lets the whisper take root until it’s shouting in his chest.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Eddie kisses him again. He doesn’t silence it.

#bia.fic #buddie #buddie fic #i hope you like this darling!!!

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bloodynereid · 8 months

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, mentions of mysterious vought pills, mentions of death, asshole dad, iffy morals, seizure

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: yayy it's finally posted! if u haven't read chapter one yet I would recommend that or else you'll be kind of confused. also i still haven't watched ep4 or onwards so if there are any mistakes plotwise i'll try to change them when i can. can't wait for you all to see vic's progression as a character oh and her dad is portrayed by chad michael murray. enjoy and lmk if u want to be added to the taglist <3

Blood. So much blood. It was basically singing with unaltered power. I had to hold myself back from just totally pressing myself against all the pool next to me. It was dark out now, and yet we were all still sitting on the stone steps right outside the crimefighting school.

People in neon yellow hazmat suits clinically cleaned up all that remained of Luke. I wanted to shout at them to stop to just let me experience that little sliver of power again, but I kept quiet and made eye contact with Andre. He had a whole aura of grief surrounding his very being.

The medical people had helped clean me up and had given me a spare pair of latex gloves as well as a collection of the school merch that I changed into. The plastic material itched against the soft skin of my hands. The cold burn lingered on the periphery of my brain. As if it was just waiting for me to absorb more and more life force.

Everything was thrumming around me and since all my clothes had been confiscated for cleaning I had no way of getting to my pills. I buried my head between my palms and tried to take a calming breath. No need to start freaking out and do something stupid… like taking a literal blood bath.

“Uh Miss Oaks. We found these in your jacket pocket, they looked important.” I look up to see one of the paramedics holding out the little packet of pills. I snatch quickly from her hand and drily swallow one of the neon green monstrosities.

“Thanks.” She nods and turns back to the ambulance, everything starts to calm down in my brain when I see Cate collapse. Her sobs seem to puncture the very fabric of relaity and tears start to form on my eyelids.

What kind of person wanted to bathe in her friend’s blood? I asked myself and rivers of water started to flow down my cheeks as a shudder shakes through my body. This year was off to a horrible start.

Finally we were released from whatever quarantine they put us in and before I followed Marie to the freshman dorms, I encased Cate in a quick hug.

“I have no idea how you must be feeling right now but all I know is that I’m sorry. If you want to get drunk and watch shitty tv shows I’m only a text away.” Cate’s small grateful smile shined through her tears as she thanked me quietly before we released each other and went our separate ways.

Jogging slightly I caught up with Marie as she pulled the door to our dorm open, she held it for me as we both stepped into the hallways which felt more oppressive and prison-like than usual.

“You okay?” I finally ask, breaking the silence when we reached our floor.

“Okay? Do you really think any of us are okay after that?” Marie basically burst out and looked at me incredulous.

“No… I just fuck I can’t- people are hard to figure out ok. I just- honestly I don’t know anymore.”

“Yeah me neither. Sorry for snapping.”

“Don’t worry about it, I think we’re all entitled to not being calm after everything.”

We nod at each other and when we get to our respective dorms she looks at me as if she’s contemplating saying something else but ultimately decides against it. She just lets out a loud sigh and pushes her dorm door open.

I push mine open as well and suddenly a cloud of incense hits my face. A hand grabs my forearm and pulls me quickly into the room before slamming the door shut.

“Uh… Gemma? What is going on?”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I tried to get through the barricade but they didn’t let me through even after I explained who I-”

“Woah slow the fuck down Gemma. I’m okay, not hurt at all and you need to calm down. Come on deep breaths.”

We stare into each other’s eyes as I try to slow my roommate’s panicked breathing, every single breath we take together seems to get her a little more level headed.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah sorry, I really should be doing that for you.”

“It’s fine, Gem, now what the hell is with all this incense?” Her tinkling laughter adds to the calming atmosphere that the incense smoke had already start to create.

“Oh umm it helps destress me. When I realized I kind of went overboard I also realized you can’t open the windows.”

“Oh my god only you Gem. Well at least it smells nice.”

“Do you need anything by the way? I’ve got a horror movie lined up and I bought some stuff from Vought-a-Burger.”

“Uh yeah sure just let me get changed into something more comfy.”

“Of course. I’ll set it all up on my computer.”

Stepping towards my closet, I grabbed a pair of neatly folded pajamas and my softest cashmere gloves. Pulling the stupid latex gloves off I breathed out a sigh of relief. A migraine was starting to form at the base of my skull and the cold fire that had started to fade away suddenly came back full force.

I didn’t want to risk taking another one of the pills so soon after ingesting the first one that I just let my power hit me full force. A few seconds later, the cold fire seemed to erupt out of my hands quite literally setting them on fire. It didn’t burn, instead it was like someone had poured alcohol all over my hands and lit it with a match.

The fire stayed lit for a minute before it dissipated. The same second that the fire disappeared, so did the cold burn. I felt completely normal - even slightly refreshed. Weird.

Replacing the GodU merch with flannel pajamas and cashmere gloves, I jumped into Gemma’s bed and we settled in to watch classic horror movies. I felt the night’s trauma settle in more as the minutes of the movie ticked down. I wasn’t a stranger to death but I felt so utterly helpless - there was no way I could have helped. Nothing could have been done. Nothing could have been done. I let the mantra repeat over and over in my head, trying to shake off the overwhelming guilt.

Nothing could have been done.

It was the first official day of school and so far it was completely normal… other than the fact I had somehow made the top 10. Granted I was #7 but still - one of the first freshman to ever make the top fucking ten. Andre got the top spot and Marie also had made it into the rankings just below me. It was embarrassing how obvious Vought was being with their campaign.

What absolutely fucking sucked was that Jordan had been bumped down to 5… it didn’t make any sense since I literally saw how banged up (for a supe) they had been after fighting Luke, they was the one who saved out lives - I just stood around and did nothing.

I was sitting in the commons after making sure to drop a bundle of daisies next to the memorial. They were my private way of mourning Luke, even if they had been amongst the things left for Brink. Scoffing, I watched the rest of the student body act like vultures as they were fucking clout chasing at a damn memorial.

I turned up the volume of my headphones and laid down on the soft grass. The blades of grass pricked at my exposed ankles as the clouds danced past my face. Calm in the eye of the storm it seems.

My cloud watching was rudely interrupted by my phone’s ringtone stopping my music and incessantly going on until I fished it out of my jacket pocket and slid the ‘accept call’ button without really taking notice of who was calling me.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Oaks, your daughter is on the line.” The familiar voice of my father’s PA (or rather employee with benefits) rang through my headphones. Fuck me.

“Thanks Margot. Hello Vicky.” I fought a sigh and bit the side of my cheek - hard.

“Hi dad. How’s it going?”

“Good, good. The new movie seems like it’s going to make some money.”

“That’s great! Are you on set right now?”

“No, weekly massage appointment, remember?” As if I didn’t know that the massage appointment was actually code for, I scrunched up my nose in disgust at all the times I had accidentally walked in on him during one of his “massage appointments”.

“Right yeah, sorry. It’s been a hectic few days.”

“I actually called about that, congratulations on making the top 10 sweetheart, you better start working hard. First freshman in history! Well other than that other girl, what was her name? Natalie, Renee-” The little flame of happiness in my chest was slightly diminished because of the insult that always seemed to follow the compliment.

“Marie dad, Marie.”

“Right, yes. Anyways I’ve got to go, the masseuse is calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure da-” The line cut off before I could even finish my goodbyes, he really got on my fucking nerves sometimes. My music came back on full blast after the call finished and I tried to ease back into my calm state when yet another interruption decided to arise.

This time it was a gaggle of freshmen who had their phones pointed at my face and I could dimly hear them all gushing about being my best friend. Okay break over. Rolling my eyes I jumped up from my position on the floor and quickly made my exit from the scene.

The only place that I knew would be a good hideout was my dorm but Gemma was supposedly prepping for her first Performance Arts class, which I definitely did not want to interrupt and so that left… the library. But before I could even think of making my way over there I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It was a message from Margot, stating that I was needed for promo materials at one of the auditoriums. Great, just perfect. I didn’t bother to respond to her text but started moving in the opposite direction of the library.

The heels of my boots click against the cement paths as I fiddle with the clasp on my gloves. The white leather glided over the metallic clasp as I hurried up the stone steps to the Performing Arts building.

Grabbing the silver door handle and walking into the studio, it was as if the neon backdrop exploded my retinas. Before I could even blink, I felt someone grab my arm and drag me over to a makeup chair.

“Oh thank god. We had no idea where you were, we had to get your father’s PA to message you and that already took enough of our time.” The frantic but familiar voice of Courtenay Fourtney greeted me as a bunch of random people seemed to appear out of the shadows, each holding some kind of makeup or styling instrument.

“Uh sorry.”

Suddenly I saw an ungloved hand start coming towards my face but just as my hand was about to grab the person’s forearm the damage had already been done. The soft pads of their fingertips grazed my cheek and energy started pouring into my body. I caught a glimpse of a childhood memory before a scream rang out from one of the other makeup artists.

“Goddammit, someone wheel her out or something and go get some water, I don’t need any more fainting. Did no one get the memo that you can’t touch her unprotected?” I was still trying to recover from absorbing an entire person’s life when, now gloved, hands started to touch my face and add makeup.

“Is she dead?” I ask, my voice slightly wobbly, as someone starts putting blush on my cheekbones with a slight shake in their hand. I hadn’t absorbed someone in a while so it was like a huge kick to my system - then the realization set in. Great another death. Not my fault, but even after all the years of telling myself that it’s not my fault I could still feel that spark of greed. To just keep taking and taking and-

“Yes but we had them all sign a waver now wait where the hell is the other girl? Claire? Claire!” Courtenay went off into the shadows as someone thrust a garment bag into my arms when my face was finished getting touched up.

“Change into this.” I nodded but before walking over to one of the changing stalls. I sneaked a look at my makeup - not bad. After I slipped on the turtleneck and slightly oversized cream suit, I grabbed the Vought pills. Another one couldn’t hurt right? The itch had come back from last night and no more accidental deaths would be good.

I popped one of the neon green pills and smiled at myself in the mirror. Time to be a hero.

“Hey Andre!” I shouted over to where he was talking to his dad, a relieved smile overcame his face even if his eyes were still filled with a clear dark emptiness.

“Wow Victoria Oaks. I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been? How’s your dad?”

“Hi Mr. Anderson. It’s good to see you. Dad’s doing well, I’ll be sure to get him to call you soon.”

“Yes please do. I’ll leave you two to talk.” He sent a wink to Andre before taking out his phone and walking out of the studio.

“Everything okay? I know how he can get.” I asked Andre, giving him a slight reassuring pat on his arm.

“Yeah, yeah we’re fine. Umm actually could-”

Before Andre could get on with his admission our little conversation was interrupted by the opening of heavy doors and Marie walking in - where she was immediately swarmed by Courtenay.

I felt a wave of sympathy rush through me, Andre and I had been in the public sphere ever since we were children. We knew who was trying to hustle us and what exactly we needed to do to get higher ratings but Marie was totally new to this.

“Uh sorry what were you saying?” I snap out of my little daydream and look over to Andre who was also starring over to where Marie was being handed the interview script.

“Just that uh… Luke, he said something to me before he you know,” I smiled sympathetically at him and nodded slightly urging him to continue. “Basically he said that my dad had something, but just now when I asked him he looked at me like I was insane.”

“You mean that-”

“Everyone quickly, places please.”

“We’ll talk later!” Andre nodded at me as I jogged up the steps and started to pose for my solo pictures. Andre watched on until Marie joined him after getting changed into a frankly stunning outfit.

About an hour later we were finally released from the clutches of Courtenay Fourtney - with a promise to be on time for the interview that night.

The three of us walked between the trailers, Marie with her hands clutching her backpack like a lifeline, Andre vaping and me taking bites of a random cupcake I had stolen from the tiny craft service table.

As we walked I could hear the shutters of people’s cameras, we posed for a few selfies and I blew some kisses to some of the cameras.

“One thing I’ve already learned, you can literally say anything to them and they will still take the picture.”

“That’s why you say yes to give the illusion of choice.” Andre answers with a slightly bored tone, I hum in agreement next to him as I take another bite of the strawberry frosting. This was a damn good cupcake.

“Did you learn that from your dad?”

“Did Luke say something to you about my dad?” Andre stuttered out and my interest suddenly peaked, we hadn’t gotten a chance to discuss what he told me right before the shoot.

“He just said ‘The Woods’.” A strange chill traveled along my spine when Marie’s mouth finished forming the words, they seemed strangely familiar but also foreign. I tune back into the conversation as Andre tells Marie what he told me before the photoshoot.

“Well good luck with that.” I finish my strawberry cupcake and look back at Marie with an incredulous expression obviously painted on my face.

“Marie? What? That’s it.”

“Look I don’t see how this involves me okay? I went out with you guys once, I don’t know you.”

“Marie, that's a flimsy excuse, come on. I barely knew Luke-”

“Exactly, you don’t need to get involved with this either Vic. He tried to kill us, remember?”

It’s not like I didn’t understand where Marie was coming from but this was important. A person killed himself right in front of us and she’s acting like it isn’t her problem. I let out a sigh of indignation.

“Andre, look let’s not push her into this, okay?” He looked at me slightly betrayed before looking back at Marie.

“Marie, I don’t think you get this. He’s dead. I guess you don’t have any problem stepping over him to get to the top.” I let out a soft gasp at Andre’s words, ok that was taking it a little too far but before I could rebuke him, Marie narrowed her eyes and spoke with a much angrier tone.

“That shit at the club, where you nearly killed that girl. I was going to get expelled for that, did you know that?”

“Of course not, I didn’t ask for that.”

“No you didn’t. You just get everything handed to you on a silver platter, because of your dads.” She shifted her face so she was now staring into my eyes, “Everyone knows who you are and are ready to cover for their precious supes, I don’t have shit. So don’t blame me when I try to have at least a little self preservation.”

I was about to call out to her when she started walking away from us but something stopped me. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if my dad wasn’t my dad and I had these powers. I probably would have ended up in one of those orphanages for dangerous supes. A shudder once again runs through my body - I had heard enough horrible things about those places to know how grateful I should be.

“So are you going to help at least?” Andre asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Am I your friend?” Andre’s signature smile graced his face in return to my sarcastic remark and he linked arms with mine.

“You headed for crimefighting as well?”

“Yup, I got an update to my schedule during the shoot. I’ll be joining you in the junior class.”

“How did you manage that?” Andre asked as we posed for a few more selfies before heading through the large doors.

“No idea, but I’m sure it was dad. He texted, no, his PA texted right after the change.”

“Venice still around?”

“What? Oh no, she was like 5 PAs ago. Have we really not talked in that long?”

“I guess so, scary thoughts.” I snorted at his remark when we finally arrived at the junior crimefighters class. He dramatically pulled the door open for me. “Age before beauty.”

“That comment makes zero sense, I’m literally younger than you.”

“Exactly.” A loud and offended gasp left my mouth when I finally stepped into the class.

“Rude. Hey Jordan.” She seemed to shake out of their daydream when they looked up at us from her seat.

“Oh hey guys. Didn’t realize you were taking this class Vic.” I took a seat next to her and Andre sat down to my right after shooing off one of the other juniors.

“My dad made some calls supposedly?” They just narrowed their eyes and nodded at me.

“Right.” The flirty Jordan from last night was nowhere to be seen and I could quite palpably feel that the air around her felt heavier than normal. It was like a storm was brewing on the horizon.

“Jordan, look - I’m really sorry about Brink. I’ve only ever met him at some random premieres and book signings so I… I- fuck I’m not good with the whole emotions thing but if you ever need anything…”

Jordan after the end of my long spiel of stuttered phrases looked honestly really surprised. I cringed, emotions are not a thing that was ever promoted around supes. We were made of steel. But I felt like I needed to say something but before she could answer, either to rebuke my speech or to say thanks. The dean Indira Shetty walked into the room and smiled at us.

“Professor Brinkeroff died the same way he taught: a hero…” I spent the entirety of her speech switching between staring at my gloves and at Jordan. Their left hand nervously tapped against the plastic table. I was drawn out of my, admittedly a little creepy, staring by the door loudly opening. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at who had appeared in the middle of the dean’s speech. It was Marie.

“Hi sorry I’m late.”

“I’m Dean Shetty. It’s a pleasure to meet you, please take a seat. We’re letting Ms. Moreau and Ms. Oaks audit the junior-year classes. What you and Andre did, it’s obvious you belonged here.”

A pang of discomfort hit me like a freight train, I knew being a supe meant exploiting what you can to get to the top but it still felt horrible. I closed my eyes and willed myself to focus for the rest of the class.

I stayed behind after class to make sure that I would be able to be caught up with the material, Dean Shetty seemed more than accommodating and actually gave me a list of further reading I might be interested in for superhero psychology.

I was busy organizing the new papers and my laptop, that I didn’t realize I had bumped into Jordan until I had pain radiating around my shoulder where we collided.

“Shit sorry, we really need to stop meeting like this.” I said when I finally met his eyes.

“It’s uh fine. Look, I just wanted to say thanks for that in there.” A sigh of relief escaped my body, okay great they weren’t angry at me.

“It was nothing really. I did mean it though if you need anything at all don’t be too scared to ask.”

“Actually… if you wouldn’t mind could you tell them what I did when you have your interview with Hailey Miller. I would really fucking appreciate it. I tried talking to Marie but honestly I don’t know if she will do it and my rankings are all fucked right now cause of the trustees.” My eyebrows shot up, I didn’t have time to look over the script so I thought that they were going to at least be mentioned. Quickly fishing out my phone, I scrolled through all the news coverage Godolkin was getting. Not a single fucking mention of Jordan.

“Shit yeah of course. I haven’t really checked the script or the news I thought that… wow Vought really fucking sucks more than I already thought they did.” Jordan lets out a slightly defeated laugh and runs a hand through their hair.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah sure, I usually wing these interviews anyway. It’s fun to see my dad’s PR people become all frantic when I say something slightly off script. That’s actually how I came out as pan.”

“Oh fuck right, I remember that. It was all over the news. Those fucking headlines oh my god.”

We both started laughing as I remembered the insane things the gossip papers printed. I had always had a rule of not searching myself up online but that whole thing basically stopped me from looking at any news altogether.

Jordan and I walked over to the cafeteria, falling into an easy conversation, almost as if we had known each other for forever. It was like we were surrounded by a sort of bubble, all of our issues and grief seemed to dissipate for a while when we just got to talk about everything and anything.

After spending the day going to classes, talking to Andre and Jordan and working through some of the reading the dean recommended, I emerged from my studies to find my phone blowing up from some random freshmen group chat I had been added to.

Quickly silencing the messages I didn’t bother to knock as I burst into my dorm room with a heavy sigh. Only to find 2 Emmas lying on Gemma’s bed. One of the Emmas seemed to have been furiously crying because her eyes were rimmed with red and the other was holding her tightly. They sprang apart the second they heard the door open and the one that had been crying looked between me and the other Emma with a surprised look on her face.

“Hey? Umm you okay Emma?” I asked, venturing a guess as to who had actually been crying.

“Uh yeah. Umm sorry is this weird? It’s definitely weird. I’m just going to-”

“Woah, Emma relax. Vic is like the least judgemental person ever right?” Emma shifted into Gemma a second later and looked at me with a pleading look on her face. Emma slowly sat back down on the bed and watched me, as if calculating the easiest way to get out of the dorm.

“Yeah, look I don’t know what happened. But whoever made you feel like this can instantly be dead, you just need to ask.” Emma let out a deprecating snuffle while I started to take off my gloves, when she realized what I was doing her eyes widened comically.

“No, no! It’s okay, no need to kill anyone.”

“You sure? Cause there was already an incident today…” I answered in a teasing tone and made a whole show of twisting my now ungloved hands in an overdramatized fashion.

“Yeah please don’t kill anyone for me. I’m guessing you haven’t seen the video then?” Ah the group chat blow up must have been associated with whatever Emma was talking about.

“Uh no?”

“Somehow it astonishes me how famous you are and yet you have absolutely no clue about current events.” Gemma says as she tosses herself back against her assortment of pillows. Seeing as there was no more danger of Emma flying out of the room, I stepped away from the door and threw my now cramped bag onto my bed and settled into the bean bag that Gemma kept on her side of the room.

“Here I would rather you just see for yourself instead of me explaining it.” Emma tossed me her phone as I pulled my gloves back on. Over the next few minutes, my heart sank lower and lower in my body. Who the fuck did this girl think she is?

When the video finally finished I looked up to the pair, who were now entwined in a position very similar to the one I had found them in. A too wide smile started to adorn my face.

“Are you sure I can't just kill her half way?” They both snorted even if they did look a little scared about the expression on my face.

“Look for real though, Emma I’m really fucking sorry about it all coming out like this. It should have been on your own terms or not at all. Either fucking way you are a badass and never ever let anyone think you are less than what you are, okay?”

“Aww you guys are going to make me start crying.” Emma stuttered out as tears started trickling down her cheeks, a grateful smile shone through - like a literal ray of sunshine had entered the room.

I started making my way to the interview way later than I probably should have but friends mattered more than stupid tv appearances, even if I had promised Jordan. Strangely enough I saw Andre a little ahead of me before he stopped and turned to look at the Lamplighter School. Tilting my head in question, I watched as he debated with himself for a second before walking towards the doors.

My interest peaked so I decided to follow him… it’s not like they could start the interview without two of the three ‘Guardians of Godolkin’ - okay yeah that was a shitty name. I followed behind Andre as quietly as I could until suddenly he stopped. Right in the middle of a hallway.

A second later he swiveled around and used his power to grab any of the metal that was embedded into the material of my clothes and pulled me towards him.

“Woah woah, Andre dude it’s just me.” I said before he could pull me too far, I walked out into the harshly lit corridor with my hands held up in an innocent gesture.

“Fucking hell. Victoria, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked hurriedly, sounding incredibly annoyed.

“I don’t know maybe if you bothered telling me why the hell you are sneaking into the fucking crimefighting school I wouldn’t be so suspicious!” I responded in the same harsh whispered tone.

“Ok fine you’re right. Come on, I'll explain on the way.” As we wandered through the hallways Andre showed me the video that he found on Luke’s phone, as I heard more and more of the message the same eerie feeling spread through my bones.

“I know what he’s talking about.” We had arrived at Brink’s door when the message stopped playing and I handed Andre back his phone.

“What?”

“I don’t know it’s like this feeling. All I know is that it’s bad, really bad.” Andre looked at me with a slightly worried look on his face.

“You don’t think that…”

“Fuck I don’t know Andre. Vought has been up to some weird stuff but I remember my life at least I think I do… you know what, let’s not worry about that now. Let’s figure out how to get his brother the hell out of there.”

I felt like I was in some kind of spy movie as Andre quickly navigated Brink’s computer to pull up the files from The Woods. I had been assigned to look out so I stayed closer to the door until I started to hear the loud footsteps of the school’s campus security.

“Andre hurry the fuck up!” I slid under the desk and squeezed myself into a ball to allow Andre to hide under it as well, but he stayed up there quickly taking photos. In the last second, just as the door swung open he dropped down under the desk and silently closed the computer with his powers.

I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears as the security swarmed into the room, it felt like every breath I let out would attract their attraction and then Andre’s phone rang… he tried to turn it off but everytime he declined the call it just lit up again.

He looked at me pleadingly as I watched him, feeling absolutely frantic. This is bad. This is very very bad. Thank whatever god was out there that his phone turned off. I was about to let out a loud sigh of relief when I realized they were all still here. We weren’t out of the woods yet.

After another minute of tense silence the security team left with a click of the door and my entire body relaxed onto the side of the desk. The curdled up position was already starting to hurt my back when Andre looked at me, echoing my relief.

“Fuck that was close.”

“Too close… you want to follow them don’t you?” Andre just shrugged with a sheepish smile, I let out a breath through my teeth and banged my head against the side of the desk for good measure.

“Fine, okay. We should probably go now.”

“Right yup.”

Andre and I tried to be as quiet as possible as we followed the security team through the grounds. Thankfully we had actually been training for this our entire lives… to be clear we trained to follow criminals not Vought security employees but with all this new information they might as well be the same thing.

The team finally came to a stop at the bottom of a stairwell, I leaned carefully over the railing making sure that I wasn’t too easily seen when a janitor appeared. Oh that’s not going to end well.

It seemed like my prediction ended up ringing true because a few seconds later the man was on the floor. Throat slit open and blood pooling around him. Andre let out a sharp gasp while I just bit my bottom lip - not letting any sound come out.

Andre’s slip up cost us, the murderer looked up from his task and we moved quickly away from the stairwell.

“Let’s go, Greg will clean up later.”

We both let out a sigh of relief, this night was probably doing horrible things to my blood pressure… did supes even have high blood pressure? Before I could finish whatever strange train of thought my stressed out brain decided to conjure, a security guard came up behind us.

Andre quickly shoved his gun into the wall as I tried to tug off my gloves but before they were even half way down my palms, a piercing wail seemed to drill into my brain.

“AHHH.” The ringing caused me to clutch my head in agony, my face scrunched up in pure and utter pain. I ended up falling backwards on the stairwell as the sound just seemed to get louder and louder and louder.

“Did you know supes have a wider range of hearing than us? Like dogs.” The man’s condescending little voice was the only thing that seemed to stop the utter pain of the ringing. Fuck.

“Hey Bob! Turn it off.” I was too busy feeling like my brain was leaking out of my ears to pay attention to the distant voice that had suddenly appeared. And then it stopped. Sweet, beautiful, wonderful relief.

It was serenely quiet for a second or so before I finally got my bearings again. When I looked up I found Cate instigating what seemed to be flashlight oral sex…? What the actual fuck. I carefully got up by gripping onto one of the metal railings.

“Oh god Cate my savior.” The blonde turned to look at the pair of us with a smile on her face which instantly dropped as she tried to get down the stairs.

“Andre… Vic. We- we need to go.”

“Cate! Cate! Your eye! You’ve been pushing too much.”

“I’m fine… I’m fine.” That was the moment that she fainted, she fell right into my arms and Andre’s. We carefully placed her on the floor and I ripped off my sweater, placing it under her head as she convulsed.

“Shit, shit, shit. Cate! Cate!”

“CATE!” I screamed out as I moved the bundle of clothing under her head but she didn’t stop convulsing. She couldn’t stop.

so yeah... hints at trauma and shit from vic's past - do be easy on her tho she has gone through enough accidental deaths to basically be desensitized at this point. ALSO I wanted to focus more on her supe side this chapter, hopefully that shone through cause like most other supes she has an ego the size of a planet lol - that's partially why she followed andre at the end instead of doing the interview

it's also funny to me that this poor girl has absolutely no idea what is going on with anyone else's backstory like the audience or the reader in this case knows more about everyone than she does

lmk what u think <3

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