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Can you please write Raiden, liu kang, bi Han, kuai liang and kenshi getting into an argument and it hurts the reader’s feelings? But in the end it gets soft with make up sex? 🥺

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Mk Men arguing with their S/o

A/n: Thank you much for making this request, I loved writing this. I leaned into a more dark version of each character for a certain extent so that was real fun. Tags: MK1, MK AU, Request, Angst+Smut C/w: Dark Raiden, Make-up sex, toxic, verbal abuse and emotional manipulation (side-eyes Bi-Han), love bombing (Side-eyes Bi-Han again), G/n reader

Raiden

He has always been a quiet and level-headed man. You have never known him to angrily raise his voice; the concept seemed impossible.

But, as Raiden said, "Change is a constant in the universe." You notice a subtle and gradual shift in Raiden's personality. He started being more lunt and closed off, he often had his face scrunched into a sort of bitter expression, as well as his lightening sometimes turning red for some reason.

You were aware that, as the champion of Mortal Kombat, Raiden had many responsibilities he had to attend to, so it's no doubt stressful. But you can't help but notice his new personality is often directed at you. Raiden has driven himself into a frenzy attempting to keep Earthrealm safe, and that has not had the greatest of effects on his mental state. He seems to have forgotten himself and his love for you.

The argument starts when you make a mistake. Maybe you spilled milk or you broke a vase. Just a minor slip-up that wouldn't earn anything more than a chuckle and then you move on. But Raiden reacted much differently, he snapped at you, berating you. "What is wrong with you? Can't you do anything right for once in your life!?"

You are taken by surprise by this, you didn't expect him to just yell at you. Unsure of what to do, you talk back, attempting to calm him down. But he refuses to relent, he stays on his tirade. His insults get deeper and deeper as he brings up things you had no idea he was holding onto. You try your best to defend yourself, and before you know it, you two are screaming at each other.

Your eyes are blinded with tears as you start to sob, struggling to even form sentences at this point. The way Raiden was suddenly acting, hurting you felt your heart sting with pain. You turn your back to him and race to your room slamming and locking the door behind you. You fell to your knees as your sobbing and whimpering got worse.

It was at this moment that Raiden finally snapped out of it. The red light cleared from his eyes as everything became clear again. The way he has been acting, the way he has been treating you, it horrifies just what he has become.

He goes to your door, hoping to apologize and make things right, but he hesitates. He hears your cries and he can't do it. His heart begins to grow heavy as he realizes that he just might have ruined your relationship, this beautiful thing you had together, gone.

That night he sleeps on the ground outside your door desperately close to the door. Clinging to it like it your life depended on it. When morning comes and you finally open your door, Raiden is outside waiting for you. His perks up as he looks at you.

"Y/n, forgive me, I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." But he is interrupted when he looks at your eyes. They are so puffy and red that it is obvious that words won't do anything to fix this. He stares hopelessly into your eyes.

You tell Raiden how badly he made you feel. Raiden feels his heartbreak at seeing how badly he hurt you. He holds you as you cry and apologizes profusely.

Once you calm down, Raiden tells you how much he loves you, how special you are to him. He softly kises you on the lips.

Now you both lay naked in it, your bodies writhing against and inside each other. Outside, a thunderstorm begins to stir.

Raiden has never been an expert at sex, but he has always tried for you. He went steady and gentle, making not to be too rough you. He holds you tight as if he's going to lose you.

As he finishes inside you, you feel a buzz of electrical current vibrate throughout you. It doesn't hurt somehow, instead, it makes the climax even better causing you to scream.

You lay there for some time, Raiden holds you close and tight as if he is going to lose you. He stared into his eyes and you into his "Y/n, the way I acted was not right, I'm sorry." He says his voice stern, yet loving and soft at the same time. "Y/n, you are as important to me as Earthrealm, I love you. Never forget that, please."

Liu Kang

Things haven't been going well between you and Liu ever since you found out he was the titan that rebooted the timeline. A drift formed between you two the moment he told you.

You couldn't help but think of every tragedy and traumatic event that ever happened to you, to the people not just around you, but everyone around. You think how he was responsible for them. This causes you to view Liu in a new light. You start to be distant with Liu, avoiding more often, keeping your conversations to minimum, etc.

It is very unlike Liu to lose his temper and raise his voice in anger, especially towards you. But this night was like no other. You sudden treatment towards him has left him upset with you. It's obvious that he's trying to be polite, but the contempt he's now is feeling for you shows how distant and apathetic he is to you.

The tension in the air is thick, so thick that not even a Shokan could get through it. You try to make small talk to get him to loosen up, but still retain his cold demeanor.

Finally, he lets it out, he tries to be calm with you, but he gets more violent as things gradually continue. You are taken by surprise by how quickly he springs this onto you. "In all my eons of living, I have never come across such an ungrateful cretin such as you."

And in an instant you two are yelling at each other. The room literally shakes with Liu's anger and fire begins to erupt from his body, but you are so caught up in your own rage that you fail to notice. "Of all the mistakes I've made with this timeline, bringing you back was one of them!" He screamed at you.

The room went silent at that moment. You stared at Liu Kang, you eyes grew and tears began to form within them. Liu realized at that moment that he messed up. "Y/n...I-" He says, reaching out to hold your hand. You don't even care to listen anymore as you turn from him and run to your room.

As you sit onto your bed, you feel the tears beginning to fall. Your face falls into your hands as you begin to sob uncontrollably as well as hyperventilate. You loved Liu, but that didn't change the fact that he was a titan. The concept that he had more power in a single finger than the elder gods, that he could do whatever he wanted and you couldn't do a thing about it. that both scared and angered you. Him saying those words didn't make things better.

"Y/n, my love, I am sorry." You jump as you hear Liu suddenly right next to you. Liu senses you panic and he gently shushes you as he pulls you close. Liu's soft words combined with his warm touch oddly calms you down and your tears slowly begin to slow down. He wraps his arms around you and you melt into him, your breathing become in-sync with his. "I'd rather die than hurt you, Y/n, you mean everything to me."

He lifts you up with ease and he sits you onto his lap and he kisses on the lips, neck and even your chest, you gasp as you can feel the hard bulge in his pants.

Liu lets you get on top of him to let you know that have control of the situation, he moans at the way you handle his length inside of you. "By the Gods, you're so perfect, he moans.". The world outside seems to act strange. The wind picks up at a rapid rate, the earth shakes slightly, thunder forms in the sky. As you both scream at the climax a giant thunderclap erupts that shacks everything.

You lay on Lu's chest as you try to catch your breath, his strong arms wrap around you and you melt into him once again. You listen to his heartbeat as you begin to fall asleep, a feeling of safety and love encompasses you as you do.

Bi-Han

It is no surprise that you're here, there had been tension between you and him for the longest time. You don't know how it started, maybe you said something, made him jealous, or questioned his leadership, all you know is that Bi-Han is upset and you know him to have a short fuse.

You try to walk on eggshells because all it takes is a little pinprick and he'll explode. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try you still wind up here. Bi-Han's fuse eventually runs out and he snaps. Now, you are in your home cowering as Bi-Han screams at you. "You pathetic little whelp! Even a bitch is more useful than you!"

Though you're scared of Bi-Han, you are as equally angry with him. Here he was berating, shaming, hurting you, yet he insisted that he loved you. You have had enough and you yell back at him.

This caused Bi-Han to get even more angry at you for "defying" him. Before you know it, you two are yelling at each other. Bi-Han grew so angry that he began to say things that should have never been said, personally things that you thought he'd never say.

"Get out! I never want to see you again!" You scream as you rush to your room, hot tears falling down your cheeks. These words sting in a way he never could have anticipated. He angrily follows you, but he is stopped when you slam the door in his face.

Hours pass and you stay locked in your room, unable to go back out and face him. After a few moments, you hear a gentle knocking outside your door. "I'm...sorry." You hear, the first time he's said those words in a long time. "Please, talk to me." He begs, trying his best to sound soft and gentle. Bi-Han had been brought with you since you first got with him, so to him trying to be gentle, it sounds so wrong...yet right at the same time.

You slowly open the door. And there he is, on his knees. "I know I'm not easiest of men to deal with...But I just love you so much I-" He pauses, it's obviously killing him inside having to do this. "Please don't push me away, Y/n, I need you."

You sigh as you let into your room and onto your bed. You tell Bi-Han about how you feel, trying your best not to berate him and start arguing with him all over again. It feels good to finally let it all out without having to scream.

You feel a chill rush throughout your body when Bi-Han gently touches the side of your face. He pulls you in for a kiss, and you feel his surprisingly warm embrace encompass you, suddenly you forget why you were upset with him as a new feeling arises in you.

Moments later he's on top of you displaying his "love" for you. He showers you with compliments and affirmations of the unending love and adoration he feels for you as he fills you with his manhood. He does it so much to the point that it all gets overwhelming after a while.

he doesn't let go of you even after he finishes, he tenderly holds your face. His usually grumpy, frowning face has a twinkle in his eyes as he looks into your eyes. "I love you, Y/n," he says with a sigh "Don't ever leave me."

Kuai Liang

Kuai has always been the opposite of his brother, cool, collected, emotionally stable, and available. But things were different now. There has been tension between you since your defection from Bi-Han.

Creating an entirely new clan hasn't been easy, and that stress was showing through the cracks in your relationship. You spent less time together and talked less, the passion in your relationship was slowly dying out. Kuai especially grew more frustrated and stressed. He began to bottle up his emotions and repress his feelings.

But as you can imagine, that is not a healthy way to handle things. His emotions were bound to overflow at some bound and spill out. And unfortunately, you were the one they spilt out on.

The Argument starts about something so minuscule and unimportant like one of you not washing the dishes or not taking the trash out. Something that would usually be ended calmly and rationally.

But right now neither of you felt like being calm or reasonable, especially Kuai. Things escalated quickly to the point that you were just screaming at each other. Things were getting so heated to the point even you wanted it all to end. But Kuai continued, he continued to get more brutal with his insults. "By the Elder Gods, I can't stand you! Harumi would never be like this!"

Kuai finally stopped when he finally looked at you, he saw the tears streaming down you face and froze. He was so angry a few minutes ago, but now, seeing you like this, he forgets all that he was upset about. "Y/n..." He said, now coming back to his sese, "I'm sorry, I-" but before he could finish you storm away from you.

"Beloved, wait, please." Kuai says as he quickly catches up you and grabs your wrist. He grips you too hard and it hurts your wrist causing you to cry in pain. "I'm sorry, I didn't to!" He said, quickly retracting his hand.

He looks to you, he sees how hurt you are, and a great pain swells up in his hear. He takes his hands and gently cups your face and gives you a tender look. "I shouldn't have said any of those things. Y/n, I love you more than life. I couldn't be here where I am without you, I can't live without you." He says. Kuai brings he face to yours and you feel the soft touch of his lips.

You are now on the bed on top of him. He coos and whines as you ride him. "Gods, love you so much." He moans as he grips at your hips as they move in a circular motion. You feel an amazing rush of feelings as you feel his soft, warm skin clashes against yours. No doubt the Shirai Ryu can hear your cries as you both finish.

You fall to your back next to him exhausted, you can still feel lingering remnants of his warmness inside of you. Kuai softly holds your hand and wistfully looks to you hoping that you'll return his gaze. "Y/n, Know that no matter what, it is you who has my heart."

Kenshi

This was bound to happen, no matter how much you both wanted to go on thinking that things were perfect forever. Kenshi had a very brutal upbringing thanks to the Yakuza, even though he is from them, old habits often come back. Such as him sometimes having a short temper. This time was a good example of that.

You don't know how things started, the night was going so well but then something happened that undid that peace. One minute you were laughing and the next you were bickering. Kenshi was the main one leading the argument while you just retaliated to his remarks and slights.

As you continue to argue, Kenshi's anger gets the better of him and before he knows he says things that go too far. "God, you're such a....a...God, Damn it!" He began to get violent, throwing things, punching holes in walls, etc. His violent outburst hurts you, both physical and verbal, and has a surprising effect on you. You turn your back to him, you try your damnedest to fight off the tears. But you can't help it, the way Kenshi is acting hurts on an unbelievable level. you feel your eyes burn with the tears filling them.

Kenshi can sense the sudden pain he has caused, even without Sento he can tell he has hurt you. He hears your sobbing and he he is at a lost for words. He wants to say something, reach out to you, but he just can't find the right words.

He just stands there as he listens to you running to your room and slamming the door behind you. He walks over to a couch and sits there and thinks. he sits there in the dark for hours, he hears your muffled sobbing in the distance, he feels his heart break.

After some more time passes you finally finish cry for the most part. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is red and sore from wiping your nose so many times. You suddenly hear a voice in your, Kenshi's voice *Y/n, please come to me*. You open the door and there Kenshi is, holding a bouquet with your favorite flowers. "Y/n, I should've never spoken to you like that, I love you and want this to work, believe me, I do."

To both of your surprise, you rush into his arms. Though confused, he holds you close and lifts you off the ground and spins you around. He cups your face, enjoying how soft your skin feels, you must be so beautiful right now. He comes close passionately and kisses you.

He lifts you off your feet again and carries them to the room that lays you onto the bed. He takes your clothes off, kissing your body up and down, from your neck to your thighs. He is on top of you moments later thrusting his "sword" inside of you. You are overwhelmed with the passion and care you feel Kenshi pouring into you. At one point his hand goes to your throat to choke you, he quickly retracts his hand when he is able to think."Sorry, force of habit."

After an unknown time of passion, Kenshi remains above. he takes your hands and tenderly kisses both of them. How he wishes he could see you at this moment, to see your smile, to know that you're okay. "You have my heart, Y/n," he sighs "No matter what, I will always love you."

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n0tamused · 20 days

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'Please cannot fix'

Content: angst, character death, gn reader, possible grammar mistakes

Words: 1167

A/N: to that one person said I wouldn't do it - here you go. Suffer with me now.

Once mighty and flamboyant Galaxy Ranger, now nothing but a desperate pile in the mud. The rain hails down onto him like acid, unrelenting as it bashes his back and makes him sink further into the ground. BootHill’s breath is heavy and ragged as he has long lost his voice, crying out to you to keep awake, to hold on until you’re both back at the base, he has already contacted a doctor through a built in radio - why didn’t you listen?

Leftover footprints had long since been washed away, eradicating the proof of his attempts at keeping you alive, as if he never tried.

You had pleaded with him to slow down, he was jostling you too much, doing too much, and you never saw him this panicked. His eyes could barely handle looking at the red gushing out of your wounds and onto the cold iron of his body. He didn’t listen, and kept going, his feet leaping and swallowing the ground under him with sloppy expertise, kicking up rocks and mud before it could stick to him. One of his hands mussed up your nape, patting the skin and pushing your head closer against him until he could feel your breath on his actual skin - on what little he had to feel with. “Just a little more, sugar-” he’d say, turn after turn, thunder growling behind him. Moments feel like minutes, and he swears he can run faster, but he can’t -

“BootHill, stop-!” he froze, his eyes escaping whatever daze his mind spun him into, darting to look at your begging ones. Tears or rain, it made your nose red and your lips quivered with the weight of your words. “Let me go..” You breathed it out, cupping his cheek and turning him to face you, forcing him to feel the fleeting warmth of your palm, it prevented him from running. However, he doesn’t stop moving, he consciously, simply cannot, and for once his artificial body agrees with his organic one; and neither listens to your wishes for him to stop carrying you. “I-I can’t- are you crazy?!” he blurts out sharply, but his face betrays the anger of his tone, his eyes, as wide as yours, show the man crazed with fear of losing something precious beyond life itself.

“No, no, move yer hands away, I can’t see” he grumbles with a tangible tension in his jaw, shaking his head, flicking raindrops from the tips of his hair.

“Please..BootHill..I don’t want this sight to be my last-! Please, put me down” you argued, lungs feeling heavy and full of holes that let the rain in. They burned for life, for air, they sought to be engulfed in warmth of the space ship once more, to breathe in the metallic scent that fill the room as BootHill cleaned his iron from the rain. Just once more. But you knew such a future was only a dream behind your heavy lidded eyes that were harder to pry apart every blink. “Please..just hold me..” you muttered with defeat in your tone, and perhaps it was that which stopped BootHill at long last, or the sight of the bridge that had been split and broken before him, with the raging wide river threatening to swallow the earth itself around it.

He slowly lowered himself to the ground, you in his lap, and his eyes bubbling up with what you could call tears. Translucent blue in color and greasy in texture, his tears fell for you. One metal and freezing hand goes on top of the biggest wound on your torso, pushing down to stop the bleeding.

BootHill never felt more hopeless and useless than he did now. He tried and failed. And most heartbreaking of all, he didn’t protect you when he needed to. When he should have.

The rain fell harder after that. Your body absorbede the cold of it and grew heavier in his lap.

The wind howled over his head and went right through him too.

…..

Your face was the palest he had ever seen.

Your lips blue.

Eyes shut.

Hair slicked back with how many times he ran his fingers through it, keeping it from your face. Keeping you tidy.

You were limp and heavy, and you were still.. whole, as whole as you could be. He had cried all the tears he had within him, and he struggled to breathe for even longer. Feeling raw and more human than he did even before being turned into this walking machinery.

You had held his face, and you apologized to him, and asked him to smile, you asked him to deliver you one more charming line - and he failed you in that too.

….

The silence was unbearable, and the cacophony even worse. Now, in the confined space of his ship, he cracked his voice raw open as he glared at the little hologram of the doctor that turned him into this walking tin can.

BootHill couldn’t stand the sound of his own voice that fluctuated higher with the flare of his anger, every sentence more distraught than the last. It got to the point the Doctor on the receiving end had gone silent as a grave, realizing the futility of trying to speak over BootHill.

‘Bring them back’, he pleaded, hovering over the hologram, making himself feel greater, stronger, and more in control.

‘If you could turn me into this with just ma head alone, you can help them as well!’ he argued, teeth grit together and showing off their points. Like a cornered dog he clawed and bit and held the last pieces of hope in his maw. ‘They’re whole, jus’ a few scratches-’ he added in haste, and the doctor began shaking his head.

‘Please, Doctor, you’ve gotta’ he stared at the flickering hologram, feeling something akin to acid rise in his throat, sick at the thought of denial. No, he wouldn’t give up on you. ‘Why not?! Because they’re not as loud as I am?! What is the reason?!’. He tried to argue and reason with the other man, and when he ran out of reasons he began to repeat the ones he already mentioned.

‘WHY NOT YOU IDIOT?!’ he shouted, now on his knees before the system table in front of him, the hologram now looking much larger than his own figure. His elbows still rested on the table and he felt like strangling the man in front of him through the hologram itself.

He could see the Doctor’s face fall, disappointed at best. And he heard him sigh.

“BootHill. I can’t do it, and I won’t try it.”

The hologram flickered, and then went out, allowing the dark of the spaceship to swallow him whole. Trickles of oil began to seep through cracks in his metalwork, and more of his tears began to bubble up in his eyes. Like claws, his hands fell over his face, muffling a choked cry of anguish.

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websterss · 16 days

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 — 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: If there's one thing Caleb is scared of it's the color red and the devil.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, some fluff, implications of smut, some making out

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3,604

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Luke Patterson x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! This was one fic I lost when I made a new blog and was reposting my works. It's not exactly the same but I stuck to the same plot as best as I could.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You had caught Luke's eye as soon as he stepped out onto the floor. Many people flaunting and going amidst their night caught his attention. He felt that he and the guys were a little underdressed for the fancy club, but it had been your appearance alone that had you catching their eyes like flies. They were drawn to you in particular. Luke most of all, couldn't sway where his sights were directed towards.

"Hey boys, I'll be right back." He made to move past Reggie, his hand on his chest in passing but was stopped when Willie intersected him. Luke looked down at the hand that Willie pressed against his chest. He scoffed in amusement. "Where's the fire?"

"N-Nowhere, but there could be. I wouldn't recommend it. Not her. Y/n isn't someone you just go up and talk to." Willie's face fell with fear.

"Oh yeah, why's that? Is she important or something?" Luke laughed, but Willie wasn't finding Luke's advances towards you hilarious. "She off-bounds?"

"Yea- Yeah, she is in fact," Willie said nervously. After taking notice of Willie's shift in tone when he spoke of you, Luke's eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

"What are you getting at, Willie? You seem protective." Luke questioned as he put two and two together. He was almost certain that Alex was Willie's crush, he didn't take him to swing both ways or had he simply misread him, that and the way he reacted just now…it seemed unprecedented. "I thought you liked Alex?" Luke crossed his arms.

"I do- It's not like that. Just- Just promise me you won't approach her. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you guys." Willie pleads.

Luke couldn't help but raise a brow, Willie was acting like she was some sort of monster. "A heartbreaker then, that's okay Willie. I've had my fair share of girls like her." He smiled boyishly. He reached up to slap Willie on his upper arm in reassurance. "Nothing's going to happen." Luke shrugged off Willie. Willie was being dramatic. The interest of doing something irrational intrigued him like a child who was told to not play with fire.

"Luke, I mean it. She's not even a regular. You won't see her that much. She's only ever here on business."

"Only ever here for business, huh?" Luke repeated curiously with an eyebrow up. "Then why can't I talk to her? What's gonna happen, Willie?" Luke wasn't one for following orders, that was not in his nature. He couldn't stand being told what not to do, it only made him crave what he wasn't meant to have or do even more. So, it was no mistake that Willie had made one just now. This little curiosity of Luke's was going to get the best of him. The way Willie made it sound like you did some kind of illicit activity intrigued him even more. "What, does she work for the mob or something?" He said half-jokingly with a brow lift. It was only natural to be enticed by a beautiful woman whom people were being tight-lipped about, it only made you seem more interesting and willing to know more about in his books.

"N-Nothing good." He muttered softly. "Why don't I show you guys to your table?"

"Yes, please!" Alex raised a finger, eager to move past Willie's sudden fear-stricken face.

"You guys go ahead. I'll be right back." Luke finally did move past Reggie and began making his way over to you.

"Luke, I wouldn't!" Willie exclaimed.

"I'm just gonna say hi." He turned to walk backwards as he faced him with a cheeky smile. Then turned as he approached the empty bar, beside you and the bartender giving you your drinks with shaky hands. That had him raising his brows with interest.

"Hi Marcus, long time no see." You flashed the man with a sweet smirk. Marcus's smile fell upon the realization you were sitting before the bar. He stopped cleaning the glass in his hands letting it fall to the ground with a smash. He winced at the sound of it breaking. He remained composed as your smile didn't let up. You were the mere image of innocence, you conjured up the identity of a teenage girl this time around. Last year you looked older, dressed up as a woman in a black dress, but this by far was his least favorite one on you, your childlike nature and appearance was scaring him shitless. Your soul was pure rotten, you by no means represented youth and innocence.

"Y/n." He dipped his head in greetings.

"I see Caleb still keeps you around." You tilted your head.

Because he knows I can keep you tranquil. He wanted to say but opted not to. "I'm the only one who can make a dirty cocktail." He lets out nervously.

"That you can, sweetie. Though I'm more in the mood for something sweet tonight, like you." You poke his sternum. Your sweet angelic laughter unsettles him, but he laughs along with you. Knowing Caleb would have his soul again if he made you angry.

"Perhaps a living soul?" He offered with a timid smile.

"Hell no, Lucifer knows I deal with too many of them back home as it is. Why on earth would I waste my time on one tonight? Though you do have a fair amount of them tonight..." You hum surveying the floor. You turned back to the bar. "How about a slushy, make it strong, and fruity." You order.

"So you're not here to collect a soul?"

"I have other matters to tend to Marcus. I've been getting screwed over you see. My bargain with your showman has not been followed down to the last letter, and I am not happy Marcus." You sigh. "I mean how stupid does Caleb peg me? Stealing souls from me." Your laughter darkens with every word that escapes you. "I am a woman of business, and I don't see my need to be tethered to one so insidious. You understand, Marcus?"

Marcus nods furiously. "Where's Willie? As of now, he's my new eyes and ears. Caleb still has his soul right? Of course, he does that's how he controls you all. If this gets out to Caleb sweetie, I'll be the one to devour that pure soul of yours." You raise a brow in question gesturing to his chest. Marcus nods and snaps his fingers. Your requested drink appearing before you. You raised the glass to your lips and let your shoulders drop. "This is why I love you, Marcus."

"Am I no longer your eyes and ears?"

"No." You could see Marcus's disappointment flash in his eyes. "You've been upgraded to my personal assistant."

Marcus felt honored. "Oh wow. Does this mean I don't have to be behind the bar anymore?"

"Only when we come to the club, but other than that..." You snap your fingers nonchalantly. Caleb's stupid stamp floated off of Marcus's wrist. The poor man looked as though he'd cry.

He did.

"Consider it a gift, sweetie. That's all you're gonna get...really." You shrug. You didn't like getting too sentimental with others. Marcus palmed his mouth. Covering it to muffle his cries. You looked around hopefully no one was watching the scene unfold before you. You shrink in your stool and take another sip of your drink. You took another gulp of your drink, enjoying the flavor it had, it was indeed what you had asked for.

"Marcus." You called his name softly when the tears finally stopped flowing. "Look at me." Marcus's head raised and eyes widened with fear once again. "Stop, please."

"S-Sorry. I'm good, I'm good." You nodded with him, your eyes widened with concern. "Thank you..." He muttered softly.

"Sure." You laughed out nervously wanting his hands off you. “Marcus.” You spoke sternly this time which brought him to pay attention and made him stop touching you. “How about another drink, yeah.” You shifted the mood, hoping to reassure him by taking his mind off of being freed by you. "Surprise me this time."

"Yes- Yes, right away." He composed himself as best he could and began to make your new drink.

Luke's gaze was fixated on the bartender's shaky hands, having caught the last of your conversation with him before he grew close. It was something that caught his attention to no end. A burning hole in his brain as he wondered why you had such an effect on people, good and bad. He wanted to know more about you. So he sat on the stool right beside you.

He turned towards you; his hands were resting on the counter, as he tapped along to the melody playing throughout the club. Luke's gaze met yours, raising a brow as he took notice that you were eyeing him. It made him a little self-conscious, but he hid that fact with an amused smirk.

"Nice shoes." His grin brightened. "I'm more of a vans guy myself but I think it's time I make a drastic brand change." Luke turned in the stool, next to the very pretty girl, who looked completely out of place. Your leather jacket and dark blue denim, not to mention your incredibly red shoes, didn't fit the club's dress code.

You peered over the glass in your hand. Your eyes narrowed curiously at the curly-haired stranger who unashamedly sat in the vacant seat next to yours. Surely he had to be pulling your hair. When you saw no falter in his charming smile, you played along. Hoping to amuse the poor lad unaware of the person you were, of your identity. Most would cower at the sight of you but his lack of knowledge told you all you needed to. He was clueless...and a pretty sight. You set your drink down and smirk, turning your full self towards him.

"Thanks. I had them dyed with the blood of the damned." You stuck your leg out, tilting your head in admiration of your shoes.

Your brows pinched closer together upon his laugh. You were confused by his reaction, what had been so funny? You were being your most sincere.

He snickered again, trying hard not to laugh, in fear of offending you. He let out another brief laugh, trying his best not to lose it. It was the way your words so casually rolled off your tongue that got him. He smirked. "Damned you say. Does that mean that you had to damn them yourself or were they already damned and you just decided to take advantage of the opportunity." He joked around, though curiosity filled his mind as he wondered what your answer would be. He sure wasn't expecting your sweet angelic tune that escaped you as a response. Your head fell back. Marcus stilled, looking at the new stranger who caused such a reaction from you and then at you. Was this a stroke you were having and he was completely unaware? He opted to join in, his fake laughs weren't noticed by you luckily.

He eyed Luke as though he put the moon in the sky. He got you to laugh. Completely unheard of.

Luke felt satisfied. His grin widened as he softly joined in on your bubbled display of joy. "I mean they do make killer shoes. I kind of want some now." He shrugged with half interest.

Marcus finally released a stifled laugh. The poor man was holding it in, not knowing where you two would take the conversation. "I can't say I've ever had the urge to wear shoes made of human blood," He spoke in an attempt to keep the energy at bay.

"Well," Luke started, "they're rather fashionable, right? I mean, I know leather clothing is still in style, you're perfectly on top of that trend already." He joked back casually. You felt something strange in your chest as he raked his eyes up and down your entirety. "All I'd be missing is the shoes..." He bit his lip.

"Yeah?" You looked back at him amused. "You want a pair?"

"Why not?" He entertained the idea.

"What is happening?" Marcus mouthed in shock.

What was happening indeed? Didn't he know who you were? His lack of fear was the most shocking part of this whole interaction. Surely he wasn't one of Caleb's newest edition of collected ghosts. Another soul he had taken, or made Willie lure him in to take it while he's blindsighted by the pretty picture Caleb paints for him. For once you wanted to lay your claim on a soul. To rub it in Caleb's face for stealing your portion of the bargain. You extended your hand out to him and asked him what any wise girl would do. You asked for his name.

"I'm Luke." He took your hand gently. Unaware of the marking you placed under his skin. Your bargains, your markings, were more subtle than Caleb's, where he wanted to show them off, you kept yours hidden behind a mere handshake. Along with the idea of never actually telling them you had done so.

"Pleasure." Your grip on his hand remained firm and tight as your eyes searched his own. You could already envision Caleb brewing with envy once he sees you and Luke engaging in a friendly, and dare you say romantic conversation. Luke didn't appear to know the full truth of what was going on. He appeared to be so blindly curious and unaware. So you went ahead and lit a spark to that curiosity as you pressed a finger to the back of his hand, caressing the length of it.

"Luke," you said slowly, testing it out. The name sounded nice; it rolled off your tongue perfectly. Luke, Luke, Luke. He would be your plaything for tonight, perhaps another time as well should you choose to extend that privilege. You felt a tinge of regret for marking a soul as pure as his, you could feel his warmth the second he sat down, but that was soon washed away with his charming grin; it made you want to make him break his moral barriers all the more. He seemed so different from the others, he was your next perfect leverage on Caleb. "I'm Y/n." You leaned forward, Luke's eyes falling in a daze at your sultry voice and doe eyes.

"Y/n..." He breathed out, mesmerized.

"Marcus I want a private space." You turned to the poor lad who was still stunned that this one guy alone was able to sweeten you down like honey. Get on your good side in the blink of an eye. "Now!"

Willie had paced back and forth, going over what he would say to Caleb as he waited for him at the bottom steps of his dressing room. When the man of the hour finally descended the steps Willied perked up.

"Oh hey um, Caleb." He smiled. "I brought those ghosts I met, um it's still cool they're here right?"

"Of course William! I even reserved a special table for them." Caleb shrugged him off nonchalantly.

"Woah! Uh alright, um thank you!" Willie reeled back, not expecting him to do something so nice.

"No, no, thank you!" Caleb sipped at his tea and watched as Willie made his way to leave but turned the wrong way.

"That way!" Willie laughed as he turned to go in the right direction this time.

"Hey William, while I have you here. Make sure to let me know when Y/n has arrived. I need a least half an hour to ready myself before her arrival."

"Oh, Y/n? She's already here." Willie shook his head confused, hadn't he known?

Certainly not, it appeared.

"What!" Caleb screeched, making Willie to flinch. The cup in his hands clattered onto the steps. Willie shrunk in on himself as Caleb berated him. "You useless monkey, why do I even keep you around? Oh my god, I'm not even dressed. Quick go make sure she gets everything she wants. Hopefully not my soul...Whatever she wants give it to her. A lifer's soul, it's hers. I don't care. I need to go look presentable. Go!" Willie straightened out as he walked away from Caleb's dressing room with haste. Caleb ordered staff to make sure you remained in a good mood. He was late, you had been earlier than expected and he was about to lose his shit.

When Caleb dispersed from the dancers and band, you had rolled your eyes as he made his entrance past the golden curtain.

He gulped nervously when his eyes danced back and forth between you sitting back on the sofa, and Luke kissing down your neck like a lovesick puppy. You hadn't stopped his attack on your skin. Caleb straightened out, clearly his throat to make his presence known.

"I don't like being kept waiting, Caleb, I have better things to do." Your voice broke in soft breaths as Luke found your sweet spot.

"Y/n, nice to have you back my sweet. We've missed your presence at the club and I-"

"Don't patronize me, ghost." You rolled your head back against the cushion.

"Ah, I see you've found our special guest of the night." He laughed nervously. "Have we bored you already, the night has only just begun." Caleb was thankful he didn't have to find you in a much more compromising situation. As he watched your hand run through Luke’s hair, a pang of emotion rose in him, jealousy? Anger? Regret? He felt his emotions bubble over as he watched Luke's lips meet your collarbones, his hands running down your back to your waist. Caleb bit his lip to keep an audible curse from escaping his lips.

You smirked, he was lucky that Luke wasn't getting too ahead of himself, but seeing how things were playing out at the moment it wouldn't take much for Luke to slip. Your attention turned back to him once Luke's lips had moved elsewhere on your body.

"Caleb, how stupid do you think I am?" Your question had caught him off guard.

He was speechless for a few moments before he regained his composure. He laughed a bit in your face. "Y/n, it's obvious," He took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "He's a soul I promise to you in our deal. I got two more waiting on you out on the floor."

Luke's head dropped lower to your chest, his kisses stooping lower down your blouse. Caleb's eyes narrowed at the sight.

"Luke's already mine." You sigh in contentment. "I meant about the souls you’re taking for yourself, Caleb."

"What of them?" Caleb's face remained emotionless. He kept his arms crossed while your head was nuzzled into Luke's neck, you were barely holding on to the conversation while your chest had been preoccupied with Luke's hot breaths. His hands slide up and down your body.

"You can't even deny you've broken our bargain." You reminded him, your mind clouded with the sensation of his kisses. "You know what happens when people cross me, Caleb." You giggled as your breath hitched with every word spoken. You placed a hand over Luke's curls to stop him from continuing his kisses down your torso, his lips rested on your chest instead.

"Surely, we can work something out." He begins softly.

"I don't think so." You spoke plainly, your eyes finally focusing on Caleb. Your hands placed on the back of the sofa, you were feeling a bit confident and sassy, something Caleb hadn't seen for a good while, not with him at least. You sit up causing Luke to fall off you. You grip his chin gently and turn his face towards Caleb. You watch as the ghost shrinks back into the shell of the man that he is as Luke's gorgeous brown eyes flash red at him.

You staked your claim on him. "You touch the other two, and this all goes away." You gesture to the room, to the entirety of the club. "I’m going to need Willie's soul by the strike of midnight. Poor thing needs a break from you seeing as you can't do your job properly. He's mine until I say so. You understand, Caleb." You recline back into the cushion.

"Yes ma'am." He nods, feeling like a child being scolded.

"You can see yourself out now. It's like you said; the night is only getting started." Your angelic laugh is one for his nightmares. Not to mention your red eyes. You hold his gaze as you push down on Luke's curls, his body sinking to the carpet before you. "You might not want to stay around for this next part Caleb. Wouldn't want to traumatize you as it is." Caleb gasps and turns in place of the sound of your zipper being pulled.

Caleb's jaw went slack. His head tilted to the side. He tried hard to hide his surprise, but he wasn't sure what he should have said in this occurrence. "Right… I will be leaving. Enjoy yourselves." He uttered stiffly. Caleb retreated out of the room.

Luke's warm hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them slightly. His lips moved back up to your neck. His fingertips trailed lightly along your collarbone, his breath hot, you could feel his blood rushing. Once you were sure Caleb was out of earshot you pulled Luke up by the collar of his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Luke's dazed-out look had you feeling a smidge of guilt. "I thought we were having fun?" He breathed out a laugh as he tried to lean in to kiss you.

"It's not that kind of business, baby. Another time." You gripped his chin and sweetly placed a kiss on his lips.

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢

part one

word count: 5.8k (i am so sorry)

summary: with adam back in michigan, you’re faced with the one thing you’ve been running from.

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW— angst, smut, unprotected penetrative sex, cursing

note: this is not edited, so excuse any mistakes.

It’s been almost three weeks since you left Columbus and consequently, Adam as well. While you and Adam never officially declared the end of your relationship, you knew. Questions of what you had done wrong, why he stopped loving you plagued your mind every second since you left his car and collapsed in Luca’s arms. It consumed you entirely and it made you feel like you were suffocating, like your lungs were burning and the only thing that could soothe them was knowing Adam was yours again.

You tried to avoid Luca at first, the sight of him bearing only a reminder of everything you had lost, but he made it known that he wasn’t going to let that happen. He showed up at your apartment as often as he could, hung around you when he saw you on campus, and he made a point to invite you to all of his games. Luca, despite being Adam’s older brother, cared for you like you were his own family and he felt a sense of protection over you. He wanted to make sure you were okay, because, even though you put up the front like you were unbothered, he knew you were hurting deep inside.

The boys were playing Minnesota again, and Luca had finally gotten you to agree to go to the game after many many begging texts and phone calls. You’ve been avoiding Yost for the last couple of weeks, not wanting to be around anything else that made your heart ache and stomach turn, but you felt guilty for not being there. When Luca was at your apartment that afternoon and you told him that you were going to, you watched an unrecognizable emotion flicker in his eyes before he was smiling and telling you how excited he was because there was some special event going on.

After he left, you cleaned up around your apartment a bit before you decided it was time to get ready. You had to take a moment to breathe when you’d opened your closet in search of school gear and you stumbled upon Adam’s old jersey. It took a lot longer to recover from the brief bout of heartbreak than you’d like to admit, but you forced yourself to move on. You couldn’t figure out why, but there was a nagging feeling in your chest the more time went on. It was as if your gut was trying to tell you something, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

After being in a relationship with a hockey player, driving to Yost was like second nature to you at this point. You knew which way to go to avoid the traffic and exactly where to park so you could leave without any issues. You’d done it so many times before that you truly feel like you could do it with your eyes closed if you had to. Walking into the arena was no different, except for the feeling burning inside your chest. What was once excitement and happiness was now replaced with anxiety and heartbreak.

There were a ton of people already bustling around the edges of the arena, looking at pictures, getting food, buying merch, and it made you miss what used to be. It was only a few months ago that you were walking around the same area with the biggest grin on your face as you explained everything about it to your friends, but it felt like an entirely different lifetime. Now, as you made your way to your seat, you were alone with another heart shattering reality that everything had changed despite promises that nothing would.

It wasn’t until you felt a familiar presence settle into the seat next to you that you relaxed a little bit. Kayleigh greeted you with a warm smile before diving into conversation with you, asking about anything except for Adam, which you were grateful for. You hadn’t really spoken to any of the girls since you’d gotten back, but you were always closest with her, and you were silently thanking Luca for providing you with her company.

“While I’m glad you’re here, I’m surprised you came to this game,” Kayleigh admitted.

“What do you mean,” You pulled your brows together, glancing at her with confusion.

You watched as her face slightly fell before she quickly recovered and cleared her throat, “It’s just— The event tonight. It’s a ceremonial puck drop thing. Rutger said Adam was doing it. I thought you knew?”

You felt like you were going to throw up as your eyes immediately darted around in search of him. Your heart rate increased tenfold as the realization that not only was Adam back in town, it seemed like everyone knew except for you, which means he hadn’t bothered to reach out to you. Of course, he didn’t owe you that kind of courtesy, but you thought— you hoped he would have at least sent you some sort of text and let you know he was going to be in town.

It wasn’t until you glanced towards the bench that you saw him. He was standing there with a grin on his face as he talked to his brother, a beanie sat on his head and a jacket you picked out for him covering his arms. There was nothing that could stop tears from pricking the corners of your eyes as you watched him. He looked like he always had, and it made your heart hurt in the slightest way that made it feel like a tiny dagger was digging into it. It was almost as if what had happened had no effect on him, while it completely shattered your heart and turned your entire world upside down.

Adam was used to feeling people stare at him by now, but this was different. He knew who the stare belonged to just by the way it made his heart race and his hands sweat. As soon as he’d felt your gaze, any words that tumbled from his brother’s mouth fell to deaf ears as he contemplated finding you. However, in the end, he chose to maintain his focus on the ice in front of him because he knew he wouldn’t be able to control his emotions if he saw you.

After he left you on the sidewalk that night, Adam hadn’t been the same person. He was angrier, harsher, and the light that was in his eyes was nothing but a dull glare now. He wasn’t sure what had happened between the two of you, but the finality of your voice when you said you were done told Adam everything he thought he needed to know. Even after Luca had shown up at his apartment and tore into him that night, Adam left you alone and did his best to forget about you, but it was impossible. You were all he thought about.

“Do you want to leave,” Kayleigh’s voice tore through the ringing in your ears, “We can leave.”

“No,” You rushed out, snapping your gaze to her, “No, I’m fine. It’s not like I have to talk to him or anything.”

“Do you want to,” She asked after a brief pause, voice hesitant and careful.

Her question caught you slightly off guard, your face visibly twisting as you let the thought filter through your mind. Do you want to talk to him? Of course you do, you wanted nothing more than to hear his voice again, but you knew it wasn’t good for you. Talking to Adam would only set you back in all of the progress you had made in moving on. While it wasn’t a ton of progress, you weren’t sure you would be able to get back on track if you talked to him again.

“No.”

The game ended up with the boys losing by one, and you could see how defeated they were by the way they sulked off the ice. Despite Mark’s ejection, the boys played their hardest and put their all into the game only to come up empty handed. You knew how badly the boys, but especially Luca, took losses, so you agreed to head down to the locker room to wait with Kayleigh. You hadn’t seen Adam for the last period of the game, so you assumed that he had left to head back to Detroit for his game the following evening.

When the two of you reached the rest of the group of people waiting on the boys, Kayleigh let you know she was going to talk with Rutger’s mom, but that she’d be right back. Telling her to take her time, that you’d be okay, you stood there with your hands clasped in front of you while you waited. A few of the girlfriends gave you fleeting, sympathetic smiles as you lingered towards the back of the group, and it made you want to vomit.

Just as you were about to turn and leave, your gaze met the one person you wanted to avoid. Goosebumps rose on your skin, your breath hitching as you tried to force yourself to look away, but you couldn’t. Adam always had you in the palm of his hands from the moment he looked at you, and this was no different. Even as your heart pounded in your chest and your nerves were screaming at you to run away, you stood there frozen and watched as he approached you.

Adam doesn’t know what prompted him to approach you, but his feet were moving before his mind could catch up. He saw you standing there at the back of the group, alone and clearly nervous, and he couldn’t stop himself when you met his eyes. Despite the agony burning in his chest of the reminder that he ruined his own happiness with you, he called your name out like it was the only word that held any meaning to him.

“Hey,” He swallowed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he tried to keep his gaze on your face.

The blood was pounding in your ears as your throat went dry, words dying on the tip of your tongue as you gazed up at him. Now that he was closer to you, you could see the way dark circles adorned the spots underneath his eyes and the light you loved more than anything was nothing more than a dull glint. You hated that it made you feel better to know that he wasn’t doing as great as you thought.

“Hey,” You choked out, nails digging into your palm.

“How are you,” Adam inwardly cringed at how awkward the words felt coming out.

He hated how formal and sticky the whole situation was when all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms and beg for your forgiveness. The night you left, Luca had gone to Adam’s place and tore into him with every ounce of anger he had. Luca had told him stupid he was and how much of an absolute dickhead he had been to you before finally settling down and trying to figure out just why he was treating you that way. By the time Luca had left, Adam had an entirely new outlook on what had happened and he wanted to call you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he was, but he didn’t.

“I’m good,” You responded, voice flat as you tried to keep yourself from crying, “How are you?”

“Yeah, I’m good too,” He nodded, the ache in his chest making it nearly impossible for him to believe, “What’d you think of the game?”

There was a sob trying to force its way out of your throat, and that’s how you knew you needed to get away from there. Seeing him was too much for you, much more than you thought it would be. You wanted to try and have a conversation with him, but you couldn’t do that anymore. Not after everything that happened and the way it all ended so abruptly and without explanation. You felt the tide of emotions recede back to where they belonged, and shook your head.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” You forced out, tearing your gaze away from him and turning on your heels.

Adam was painfully aware of the stares he was receiving from those around him as they watched him reach out for you, but he didn’t care about them. All he cared about was you and every part of him screamed to run after you, to not let you go for a second time, but he was frozen in his spot. Panic settled in every part of his body as he watched your figure disappear, and he felt just as lost as he did the last time he let you go. However, Luca had seen the entire act occur and was determined to not let his brother screw it up a second time.

“Get your ass in your car and go after her,” Luca clapped his brother on the back, breaking Adam’s attention away from the hallway.

“I can’t,” Adam shook his head, tears lining his eyes as he tried to blink them away, “She— She’s done with me. She doesn’t want this anymore.”

“Dude, she just wanted to know that you still love her. She can deal with the distance and the not talking every second of the day, but she couldn’t deal with feeling like she didn’t matter anymore,” He explained, soft voice not quite matching the fierceness in his eyes, “Go and prove that you love her, and maybe she’ll come back.”

As soon as Luca’s words resonated with Adam, he was rushing out of Yost in search of his own car. He knew he was supposed to be going back to Detroit directly after the game, but he couldn’t lose you again. To Adam, doing whatever he could to have you back in his arms and in his life was far more important than anything else. He needed you back more than he needed air in his lungs, and he wasn’t leaving without a fight this time.

You’re not entirely sure you didn’t break at least ten traffic laws on your way home, but you needed to get away from it. From him. You needed to wrap yourself in your blanket and cry yourself to sleep as you relived the most heartbreaking moment of your entire life over and over again until you had no tears left to cry.

The moment the door closed behind you, you slid down to the floor and hugged your knees to your chest as you let sobs tear through your body. You knew you should’ve just gone home after the game was over; you knew the risk of seeing Adam was too high, but you let your hopes take control. Yet again, your eagerness for the stars to align in your favor came back to bite you in the ass, or better yet, shoot you in the heart. However, the sound of frantic knocking on your apartment door cut through your cries.

You wiped at your cheeks, but you knew there was nothing that was going to hide the fact that you were crying. Taking a deep breath, you glanced through the peephole in the door and nearly collapsed on the floor again when you saw who was on the other side. Adam was standing there, one hand nervously running through his hair as he waited for you to either let him in or tell him to fuck off. Truthfully, you weren’t sure what you wanted to do, but your heart was begging you to let him back in, and you decided to listen to it.

“What are you doing here,” You asked, voice breaking as you stood in the small crack of the doorway.

Adam was shocked that you had opened the door, but he quickly gathered himself so he could speak, “Can I come in? I want— I want to talk. Please?”

Before you truly realized what you were doing, you were holding the door open for Adam to pass through. His eyes were wide with surprise, as were your own, but he stepped into your apartment and let his gaze wander around the space. He hadn’t been in it since you’d moved in, too busy with his own summer schedule and moving to a different state, but he couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t been removed from any of your picture frames. In fact, you had still hung up the photo collage that was just the two of you.

“What do you want,” You sniffled, hugging your arms to your body as you let the door shut behind you.

Seeing Adam standing in the middle of your apartment was a sight you thought you’d never see after that night. He looked so out of place yet still like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. He had rid himself of his jacket and beanie, his hair in a disarray atop his head and his arms slightly red and cold from the short walk it was from the parking lot to your apartment. No matter what has happened between the two of you, Adam was still the most attractive person you’d ever seen, and you hated the way your face warmed by the simple look of him.

“I’m sorry,” His voice cracked as he called out your name, “For everything. I know that things changed between us when I left and it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry. I don’t— I don’t know how to fix it, but I want to try. If you want to. I just don’t know what to do.”

Of all the things you expected, you hadn’t expected that. Adam coming over to suggest the two of you officially break up, or even hook up with each other, were both thoughts that crossed your mind, but not this. You felt your breath catch in your throat as his eyes bore into your own, words dying before they could escape through your lips. You didn’t know what to say, but the pathetic desperation to give in sat heavy on your tongue.

“Why,” You settled for, unshed tears glistening in your eyes, “Why did things change? Did you fall out of love with me?”

“No,” He firmly spoke, shaking his head and taking a couple of steps towards you, “No. That wasn’t the case then, and it isn’t now either. I have always been in love with you. I was just afraid. It’s— I was afraid you would realize that I wasn’t who you wanted anymore. With how busy my schedule is, I thought you wouldn’t want— I just thought you would want to be with someone better. I didn’t think I would be go— ”

“Adam,” You interrupted as rogue tears slid down your cheeks, “I get it, but you should’ve talked to me instead of making an assumption like that. The night you got drafted, all I could think about was how you were going to move away from me to a city where girls would be throwing themselves at you. All I could think about was how maybe you were going to meet someone and realize that I wasn’t enough for you, but I trusted you when you said nothing would change.

“I put all of my faith and love into you because I wanted it to work out. Adam, when you stopped trying, it made me feel like you didn’t love me anymore. It made me feel unwanted and unworthy. You made me feel like I wasn't enough all because you were scared and didn’t talk to me. It’s just— This isn’t fair. Telling me you’re sorry and want this to work after everything that happened.”

“I know,” He whispered, his chest nearly touching yours now as he peered down at you, “I know it isn’t. Nothing I did was fair, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you how sorry I am. Letting you leave that night is my biggest regret, and I don’t want to lose you again. If you don’t want that, I understand, but I can’t let you go again without putting up a fight.”

You’re staring up at him, eyes glassy and wide as you contemplate everything in your head. Adam was standing in front of you, telling how sorry he was and how felt, and it was everything you wished he would have done three weeks ago. He was giving you everything you wanted, and every ounce of you was still so irrevocably in love with him that you knew you were going to jump in head first all over again. Though, you didn’t trust your voice enough to not break, so you took the smallest step towards him and wrapped your arounds around his neck.

Adam watched as the gears in your head turned, eyes swimming with a multitude of emotions that made him nervous. He had always been so good at reading what you were feeling before, but now he didn’t want to give himself hope by believing that you were looking at him the way you always had. He didn’t realize that he was holding his breath until he felt your hands around the nape of his neck, the air leaving his lungs as his hands instinctively wrapped around your waist.

Your heart was slamming into your chest, nerves scratching at your skin as you slowly stood on your toes so your nose was brushing his own. You could hear Adam’s breath hitch in his throat, his hands tightening on your back as he waited for you to finally make the move. Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, your thoughts running wild as you ghosted your lips over his. The fluttering in your chest erupted into a stampede of emotions when you finally pressed your lips against his.

Adam was quick to pull you closer into him, his mouth moving against yours as he poured all of his emotions into you. You gently tug on the ends of his hair, his mouth dropped open into a gasp, and you used the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. You knew it was moving too fast, but you missed Adam far too much to hold anything back. You needed him more than you needed air.

His scruff scratched against your chin as he moves his mouth against you, the skin aching and burning, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the way Adam felt against you again as the two of you clung to each other like you’d disappear. Your teeth clashed against his own as he moved his hands down, grabbing at your ass before he was grasping at the back of your thighs as a silent signal. Wrapping your legs around him, you briefly pulled away to mumble the directions to your room.

“Wait. We don’t— We don’t have to,” Adam stuttered, voice careful and cautious.

“I want to, I promise. Please,” You pleaded, eyes wide and desperate, “I want to.”

With your confirmation, Adam peppers gentle kisses to your neck as he walks back to your room, and you’re suddenly very thankful that you decided against getting a roommate. He kicks the door closed behind him, briefly pausing in the doorway to take in what he could see of your room before he’s carefully turning so he’s sitting on your bed. He meets your lips again as he presses his fingers into your hips as your thighs straddle his own.

You can feel his bulge pressing against your inner thigh and it makes the warm feeling in your chest spread down to your center. Without breaking the kiss, your fingers begin to dance down to the hem of his shirt as he pushes himself against you. Your hand slips underneath the fabric, fingers dragging and scraping along the toned muscles of his stomach. You feel them tense underneath your touch, followed by the subtle feeling of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“I missed you,” He whispered against your lips, voice thick with raw emotion, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” You mumbled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you let yourself truly fall into the fact that Adam was right there with you.

“Are you sure you want to do this,” He asked again, his hands sliding underneath your shirt as he rubs circles against your skin.

You slightly pull away from him, your gaze desperate as you nod, “I’m more than sure. I need you, Adam. Please. I just— I need this.”

You watched as he swallowed thickly, his eyes boring into your own as he slowly lifted your shirt over your head. He dragged the pads of his fingers across your skin, admiring the way your body curved like it was the first time he was seeing it all over again. Your breath hitches as he grazes your breasts, nipples hardening at his touch. He reaches around to undo the clasp, the straps sliding down your arms so you’re chest is on full display for him.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” He mumbled, his hands cupping your breast.

A small whine passed through your lips before you lift Adam’s shirt over his head, bringing your lips to his as you grind down against his length. He let out a quiet groan that vibrated against you, his hands moved back down to your hips as he slowly moved your clothed center on him. Your fingers wound through his hair, delicately yanking and pulling on the strands as you felt the pressure on your clit. As much as you loved foreplay, you needed to feel him again.

“Adam,” You whispered, “Please.”

Despite not saying many words, he knew what you wanted, and he was just as desperate to give it to you. He carefully grabbed at your hips as he stood and turned around so you were sitting on the edge of the bed now. You watched with blown pupils as he kneeled in front of you, fingers looping into the waistband of your pants before sliding them down your legs.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as the air hit your legs, but they were snuffed out by the fire of his touch as he tugged your panties down your legs.

Despite the silence surrounding the two of you, your actions and eyes spoke a million words as he stood up in front of you. You stared up at him as you undid the button to his jeans, hooking your fingers into the belt loops of them before you tugged them over his thighs. Adam watches with baited breath as you rid him of his pants, his already hard cock throbbing at the sight of your naked body in front of him.

As he steps away from the discarded clothing, he’s leaning down and capturing lips yet again, one hand moving to cup the back of your head while the other presses into the mattress beside you. Keeping your lips on his, you slowly scoot backwards so you’re near the top of the bed rather than the bottom. The way Adam presses his body onto yours and the hair on his face scratches and bites at your skin was enough to make your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

“Are you ready,” He quietly asked, pulling away to scan your face and make sure you were still okay with continuing.

“Yeah,” You eagerly rush out before shyly looking away, “But I, um– I haven’t been with anyone since our last time, so go slow.”

Embarrassment settled in your chest as you admitted that out loud. A part of you was so certain and sure that Adam had hooked up with other women during the short duration of your “breakup”. It made you nauseous to think about, but he had access to all kinds of things now, so you assumed he would have used those to his advantage.

“Hey,” He put all of his weight on one arm so he could take your chin between his fingers and gently force your eyes back to his own, “Neither have I. I never even thought about someone who wasn’t you, okay? You are the only one I want, forever.”

With watery eyes, you slightly pick your head up and place a small kiss to his lips before nodding. You spread your thighs open so that he can slot himself in between them. He drops his hand between your bodies, grasping his length in his hands as he slowly rubs himself between your folds. Your body shudders underneath him, your eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself relax underneath him.

“Want you to look at me,” He plr, voice soft and needy.

Your eyes snap open to meet his own, lip pulled between your teeth in anticipation as you wrap your arms around his neck. Adam holds your gaze as he slowly pushes himself into you, strained groans slipping through his lips as he feels you clench around him. He stops when he hears you wince, but you shake your head and quietly tell him to keep going, that you would get used to it soon.

Adam buries himself to the hilt inside of you, feeling your walls readjust to his size all over again. He watches as you screw your eyes shut again and press your head into the pillow as a few, mumbled curse words filter through his ears. He can feel your hands tightening their grip, but he pays it no mind as he relishes in the way you feel wrapped around him.

“I’m– You can move,” You force out, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his hips.

Adam slowly begins to rock his hips against yours, his head dropping to your shoulder as you cling to him. Your soft moans fill the room, and they’re like the most angelic sounds he has ever heard. He could listen to the way you sound for the rest of his life and never get bored, especially when those sounds were because of him.

You're grasping at his back, fingers digging into the skin as he thrusts into you deeply and slowly. You can feel his pants and grunts reverberating in the crook of your neck, and it made the coil in your stomach wind together even more than it already was. Adam knew how much you loved listening to the desperate sounds he made as he drills into you, and he loved the way you would clench around him when his breath would hit the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I love you,” He hesitantly whispered, nerves running through his body as he feels you falter beneath him.

“I love you,” You breathe out after a brief pause.

Your words encourage Adam to quicken his pace, his hips snapping into your harder and faster now. The sound of skin slapping skin mixes with the sounds of your moans, echoing around your room as he slams himself into you. Adam isn’t sure how long he’s going to last, but he doesn't want to finish before you, so he finds himself reaching a hand between you. His thumb finds your clit and begins to rub fast circles against it, sending you into a mess of whines and strangled curse words.

You feel Adam’s movements stutter and slow, and you can tell that he’s trying to hold himself back for you. Lucky for him, you feel yourself slowly teetering over the edge of your release. Adam adjusts his hips so that he’s hitting into you at a different angle, and it wasn’t long after that your eyes are rolling back into your head as your orgasm rolls through your body in waves. As your walls flutter and clench around his cock, Adam finds himself letting out a slew of curse words as he came inside of you.

You feel him still inside of you as his body slumps against yours, but he’s still careful to not put too much weight on you. Adam presses light, feathered kisses to your neck as your breathing matches his own. You let out quiet giggles, your body squirming underneath him as his hair tickles the skin. The sticky feeling between your legs is growing to be slightly uncomfortable, but a part of you doesn’t want him to get up. You want him to stay in your hold for as long as he can.

“I’m going to get a towel,” He murmurs, pushing himself up so he’s hovering over you, “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Adam places a small kiss to your forehead before he quickly rushes off to your bathroom to grab a towel. When he comes back, he’s got a shit eating grin on his face, and it makes one of your own form on your face. He slaps your hand away when you try and take the towel from him, one hand gently separating your legs while the other cleans up the mess the two of you made. He throws the towel into your basket when he’s done and crawls underneath the blanket with you, and suddenly fear is settling in your chest all over again.

“You’re shaking,” He points out, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You whisper, though your voice gives you away.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He starts again, his hand rubbing circles on your back, “I know I said that already, but I am. I promise that everything’s going to be better now. I will do anything and everything I can to prove to you that I will never put you through that again. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

“Just, please talk to me next time you feel like that,” You choke out, “I want to work through things together, as a team.”

“Of course. I’m sorry I made it seem like I never wanted that,” His voice is firm and certain, but you feel he’s slightly tense up before he continues, “Speaking of teams. Would you maybe want to come see mine play tomorrow? You don’t have to if you’re busy, but I just— I want to do this right this time. I want you to meet everyone.”

You gaze up at Adam and you can see the nerves slapped on his face, and you don’t blame him. You were nervous, too. Everything about this made you anxious, and you could tell that things had changed, but it was a good change. The type of change that told you this love was going to be the most life altering love of your life, even though, in a way, it already was.

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ekteee · 4 months

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four months! oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! gf! reader

summary: in which it take 4 months for oscar piastri to figure out whats wrong with his girlfriend

genre: social media au

warnings: swearing, talks of insecurity, implied selfharm

word count: -

author's note: I'm a lando girly but oscar has been growing on me lately also grammar mistakes are below so beware

faceclaim: alexa demie

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yourusername I've got the looks that kill, that kill

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oscarpiastri my pretty girl❤😍

yourusername my pretty boy😉❤

ynhater31 I'm starting to see the scary look everyone is talking about

ynwifey disrespectfully get a fucking life😁

ynslover you people need to get a life that man literally loves her😑

landonorris eww🤢

yourusername boy...😐

landonorris I'm sorry, I love youuu🤍🤍🤍

mclaren our papaya girl🧡

yourusername😚🧡

oscarpiastri please marry me🙏🏻😔

oscarpiastri I love you so much❤❤❤

oscarpiastri marry me please🧎🏻‍♂️

landonorris nah.....😥

danielriccarido oscar I'm concerned

mclaren oscar please.

maxverstappen y/n got him on his knee

charlesleclerc wow oscar😶

ynhater58 I bet she forced him to reply with those messages

oscarsynlove are you not embarrassed?

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f1wagupdates surprising her fans, Y/N L/N, the longtime girlfriend of racing star Oscar Piastri, was recently spotted leaving a local cafe in australia. many were taken aback by her sudden change in look after she decided to chop off her gorgeous long hair. concerns escalated among fans as eyewitnesses noted dark bags under her eyes, indicating potential sleep deprivation. this was Y/N's first public appearance in four months, which sparked concerns about her general wellbeing and raised curiosity in her changed appearance.

are you guys loving the new look? do you think y/n is finally making her social media comeback?

user24 do the paparazzi ever give people privacy?!?

user73 sadly no, they love benefiting off this kind of stuff😔

ynwifey nooo her beautiful hair

user85 I can't believe she cut it😥😭😭

ynismother I think the new hair is pretty but I honestly hope she okay

oscarynlover she probably wasn't sleeping because of all the hate she was getting😕

hater64 I hope she never comes back

ynismother and I hope you break ur neck.

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It took oscar piastri four months, the same as 122 days, 2928 hours, and 175,680 minutes, to finally break through to y/n. four months of relentless pleading, 122 days filled with tears, 2928 hours of heated arguments, and 175,680 minutes of pure heartbreak. oscar couldn't remember ever crying so much in their five years of relationship as he did during the four months that his girlfriend had a mental breakdown.

In june, after y/n had done a photoshoot, oscar noticed she started acting weird and began covering her face with makeup every day. not that he had a problem; he just wasn't used to her using makeup, as she always complained about how it irritated her face.

though after oscar found y/n in their hotel room, crying with blood around her, everything changed. the pain she carried hit him hard, making him see the extent of her struggle. all of the begging and crying suddenly made sense—it was like a wake-up call. It was then that he realised. their love, which endured four months of storms, now confronted a greater challenge: helping y/n heal.

It took him another month before he could convince y/n to eat or even take a walk around their apartment complex. since he had to go to his races, convincing her was a challenge. But when he finally succeeded, he couldn't have been happier. His girlfriend was finally getting her color back, becoming the girl he had fallen in love with once again.

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oscarpiastri truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

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theelastword · 9 months

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*SPOILERS AHEAD*

So I’ve been seeing a lot of people talk about how big of a mistake Aziraphale made in the finale and how badly they feel for Crowley (instead of feeling bad for BOTH of them). And honestly? I don’t understand the perspective that Crowley getting his heart broken in episode 6 has to mean that Aziraphale was totally naive and wrong and that it’ll take Crowley a lot of time to forgive him, or that Aziraphale’s ending in season 2 wasn’t just as heartbreaking as Crowley’s.

Think about everything we know about Aziraphale, who has never once been power-hungry and— following season 1— no longer cares what Heaven thinks (he even told the Metratron that he didn’t want to go back to Heaven when first approached). Aziraphale only left because he sees angels like Muriel, who definitively have good in them despite everything, or even Gabriel who somehow figured out how to fall in love and find something that mattered more to him than the supposed ‘morality’ of Heaven. Aziraphale sees that spark, that potential of Heaven to be turned into what it should have always been, and he thinks that he can do it because he’s seen proof of angels who can get away from Heaven’s influence, a list that includes himself.

Not to mention THAT look he gave Metatron after he brought up the Second Coming, a look that (at least from where I’m sitting) was a definite steeling of nerves and his own way of saying “Okay, time to take this thing down from the inside”. He was NOT saying that Crowley should reform himself for Heaven, or even that they should go back because he missed Heaven. He was asking Crowley to go with him because he loves him and wants him by his side— and because he knows that Crowley has experience in being there for angels who slowly deviate from Heaven.

Aziraphale wants what he’s always wanted— to keep helping everyone he possibly can, without stopping to do what he really wants and just stay in his beloved bookshop with the love of his life. Because he never prioritizes what it is he wants when he could be helping others instead. That’s just who he is, which is what makes him so selfless and wonderful but also so sad in that he never just…lets himself be happy. And the Crowley that we all know would never hate or have lingering fury toward him for that. What Aziraphale is doing, although heartbreaking to people like me who just want the Husbands to have their little cottage in the South Downs, is actually really brave, AND just as worthy of the sympathy and heartbreak that many fans are feeling for Crowley.

EDIT: Also, as sad/problematic it may be to abandon your life and partner, it’s just as problematic to turn a blind eye to the oppression and injustice of Heaven that, by all means, you have the ability and voice to try to do something about in pursuit of prioritizing what you want. So if we’re going to be mad at Aziraphale, we have to be mad at Crowley, too (and I’ll be disappointed if hypothetical-season-3 paints the narrative that Aziraphale is the only one in the wrong here). Personally, I’m all for not being mad at anybody. I completely understand both of their choices, and I just want them to reconcile and be compassionate to what the other is going through.

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Chocolate Kisses

"Who can love you like I love you? This warm and yet distant sweet dream" - Underwater by Red Velvet

Mike Schmidt x gn!reader | word count: 2.3k

- SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | 18+ ONLY! -

Warning: oral sex (to reader, no genital specified), penetration, unprotected sex (wear condoms yall pls) , A lot of teasing, facial, porn with plot (also a bit of fluff)

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing penetration in a gender neutral aspect. If there is any mistakes let me know so I can go back and change it. Thank you!

Summary: After another failed date that makes you feel like you will never find love, you go to your best friend's place (Mike), searching for comfort, but he ends up showing you the love you’ve been craving (and also something big and thick).

You gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white, tears welling up in your eyes, struggling to keep yourself at bay as you drove through the dark streets. You couldn’t bear the thought of being alone right now and drowning in self-pity. You needed to be with someone who could understand, and that person was Mike.

Once you arrived, you wiped away the tears as if trying to hide your sadness and sorrow. You cried in front of Mike many times, even over small things like watching a sad movie. But he couldn’t handle seeing you cry because of heartbreak. You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. The quiet street made you even more nervous as you waited for Mike to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open, and the sight of him struck you in all his glory. His hair dripped with water from a recent shower, and the scent of minty shampoo wafted all over the air. The dreamy sight of him mesmerized you.

“Hey… Aren’t you supposed to be on another date today?” His raspy voice brought you back to your depressive reality. Mike’s head tilted as you tried hiding your puffy eyes behind your hair. You were praying he wouldn’t notice your pain, but your heart sank again when you saw the look of pity that flashed across his face.

“How do you think it went?”

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his home, and closed the door behind you. “You know I’m always here to listen,” he says, leading you to the living room. “Why don’t you sit, and we can talk about it over hot chocolate?”

He disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with two steaming mugs of the comforting drink. As you accepted the mug, he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your knee, as he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Just take your time and tell me what happened.”

You sipped the hot chocolate, the warmth from the drink and Mike’s pats on your knee spreading over you. “It was just like the others, Mike,” you began, tears welling up in your eyes again.

Mike sighs, staring off into space before he speaks. “I hate when you—“ he starts before his tone softens at the sight of your sad eyes. He searches for the right words as they catch in his throat.

“I don’t get why you keep trying,” he says, his voice quivering with concern and exasperation. “That’s all.”

Your eyes were already welling up with tears, but his words hit deep, and you could barely speak. “Mike—“ you choked out.

“No!” He shouted, clenching his fists and tightening his jaw. “I hate seeing you suffer over the same thing!” Mike’s anger flared, but his emotions weren’t directed at you. Instead, fear and frustration fueled him because of your suffering.

Mike can’t stand to see his friend, the person he loves, hurt by failed relationships repeatedly. He’s frustrated and angry, but most of all, he’s tired of seeing you devastated when things go wrong. Mike wants to protect you, but can’t.

“I’m sorry,” you utter, eyes filling with remorse and empathy as you look up at him. “You’re right. Maybe love isn’t for me.”

Mike’s heart broke into a million pieces as he heard those words. He couldn’t help but feel responsible like he had failed you somehow. As he sees you struggling to hold your tears, he whispers, gently cupping your face in the palms of his hands. “Don’t say that. You deserve love and you will find it when you least expect it.” You stare up at him, trying to believe him.

“I’m just so tired of the same thing happening, and I know you hate seeing me like this.” You try to hide your sorrow with a chuckle, but there is so much sadness behind the apology. “I feel so pathetic.”

Wanting nothing more than to relieve your agony, he reached out gently and wiped away the stray tear from your cheek. “You’re not pathetic, and you don’t have to go through this alone,” Mike voices with determination. “I’m here for you. Here for you, no matter what,” he murmurs, pulling away slightly. “And if you ever need a reminder of that,” Mike grins, “just look at me.”

“Mike— “you began, but he cut you off.

“I care about you more than I can express, and I want to be here for you,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, I can be the person who makes you feel alive, happy, and loved.”

Mike pulled you close, his sturdy figure pressing against yours as his hands gripped your hips. The anticipation and tension of years of unspoken feelings and emotions make every touch more severe. As his lips crashed onto yours, you could hardly contain yourself with the rush of pleasure. The intensity of the kiss was almost too much to bear, but you found yourself wanting more when the two of you broke apart.

“Maybe it’s time to stop searching elsewhere and find what we both want,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s asking for permission.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words in response to his passionate kiss. “Yes,” you rasped out. “I want that too.”

Mike couldn’t help the sensual grin that spread across his face as he felt you nod. “Then let’s explore this together,” he whispered, leading you towards his bedroom. As you entered, he carefully undressed you, taking his time to appreciate every inch of your figure. His fingers traced the curves and lines, making you shiver with satisfaction, your moans growing shallow with each brush.

Mike knew exactly how to drive you wild, teasing and pushing all your buttons until you couldn’t help but beg for more. Each caress became increasingly bolder and more assertive, leaving no part of you untouched. His fingers traced the delicate lines from your neck, down to your chest, across your stomach, and finally stopping at your pelvis. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, his eyes drinking into every inch of you like a thirsty man finding an oasis

He stepped back, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. His gaze lingered on your curves, tracing the lines of his fingertips along your skin as if he were trying to commit them to memory. With a sudden, decisive movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, his weight pinning you in place. The suddenness of it sent a thrill of desire coursing all over you.

His lips traced a path from your collarbone to your breastbone, his teeth gently grazing your smooth skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You arched in response, crying softly as he continued his journey lower. His tongue danced over you, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh, making the ache between your legs grow more insistent, demanding to be satiated.

As the tension built between you, Mike increased the pressure on you, eliciting grunts and pleasured gasps from you. You trembled under his skilled ministrations, and you found yourself lost in the sensual bliss he was creating. Your gasps, heavy and uneven, filled the room as you surrendered to the moment.

“Mike, please just fuck me already,” you implored, your fingers gripping his hair hard, a sign of the intensity of your desire. Mike whimpered softly, his eyes widening as he lifted his head to look at you.

“I know I am taking a long time, but I’ve been wanting this for years,” he whispered, his tone barely audible over your ragged breathing. You could feel the sincerity in his words, the depth of his desire for you. He released his grip on your thighs, his hands now tracing gentle, sensual patterns on you.

“Please, just let me take my time with you,” he pleaded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want to make this as amazing for you as it is for me.” His words sent a shudder through you, and you nodded, unable to speak, your body asking for him to continue. Mike positioned your frame carefully, supporting your back with his chest and lifting your knees onto the soft mattress. He traced the head of his cock along your slick entrance, taunting and pleasuring you as he edged closer to penetration. His roughened fingertips grazed against your sensitive skin once again, each caress making a delicate dance of anticipation and desire.

As he finally pressed the tip of his erection into your opening, you arched your back instinctively. “Fuck,” you growl under your breath as the pain gave way to fulfillment.

Mike leaned closer, purring into your ear. “You can take it,” he assured you, his cozy voice sending a wave of excitement down your spine. His roughened fingertips traced patterns on you. After exploring your silhouette with delicate touches, Mike brought his hands to your chest, tracing circles around your nipples. His fingers playing around, exploring every inch of you, while his thumb was rubbing your swollen flesh in circular motions.

“If you keep making those sounds, I won’t be able to stop myself,” Mike declared. It seemed you were unaware of the delicate nature of his thrust, considering his massive presence and the way his skilled hands were sending pleasure down your entire being. You couldn’t resist the approaching climax, and yet, you yearned for even more of his touch.

“Harder, Mike, please.” You managed to say it in between whimpers.

His hips rocked forward, pushing his cock deeper into you. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before—hot, thick, and demanding. Your form tensed up, bracing itself for the inevitable pain that followed, but it never came. Instead, a wave of intense gratification washed over you, making your entire being convulse in ecstasy as your bodies melded together like two pieces of a broken puzzle, finally fitting together perfectly.

As you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, you cried out his name. The sensation of him being inside you was overwhelming, making you beg for more. But instead of stopping or slowing down, Mike continued at the same pace.

“Yes, scream my name,” Mike growled, his grip tightening on your hips as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sound of your moans reverberated off the walls of the empty area, filling it with an erotic symphony. His thrusts grew more harsh, matching your rapidly escalating arousal. With each powerful slam, he pushed you to the edge, the air around you thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

Despite your intense climax, Mike persisted, his hips rocking fervently, driving deeper and deeper inside you. Your body convulsed under the overstimulation, your nails digging into the thin fabric of the bed, leaving small indentations behind. Your voice quivered as you implored for release, your form shaking with each plea, but he silenced you with a firm, possessive kiss on your neck.

“Just a bit more, please,” he begged, the scent of his desire intoxicating. His frame glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust, creating a symphony of sensations that filled the air. Mike started to mumble incoherent words, his face contorted in ecstasy as he fought to maintain control. It was clear he was nearing his climax. Mike’s words were lost amidst the primal sounds of passion, but you could feel the urgency in his tone, the desperation to find release. His build shook under the intensity of the moment, the muscles in his arms and back tense with exertion.

You could see the struggle in his face, the battle between his body and mind as he pushed himself closer to the edge. Mike’s ragged groans filled the space, while sweat glistened on him. At that moment, you knew he was about to lose himself, his form shaking with the force of his need. You felt his presence twitch inside you, each pulse an indication of his approaching end.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. Even though your weakened figure struggled to obey he carefully lowered you to the floor, cradling you in his arms before setting you down. Your legs wobbled beneath you, but he held on to you tightly, his hands strong and reassuring.

His figure towered above yours, his arousal still erect and pulsing. He started to stroke himself in front of you, his whimpers soft but urgent as he cried out your name, lost in the haze of his desire. His release approached right after, covering your face and shape in a warm, sticky way. The sensation was overwhelming, a tangible reminder of the satisfaction he had given you.

Mike looked over at you, his eyes admiring the sight of your physique and glistening with his release. His own body trembled as he lowered himself to meet yours, still catching his breath. With a playful grin, he chuckled, “You know,” he utters, his tone low and sultry, “you look better like this.”

His fingers gently moved a piece of hair out of your face, framing it perfectly around your flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes was a mix of admiration and contentment as if he had found the perfect end to the night.

“Asshole,” you responded with a chuckle, returning his playful banter.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, his tone more serious. “I’ve known you for years, and you never looked better than right now.” A gentle kiss accompanied his confession on your forehead, his warm gasp brushing against your cheeks. Despite his teasing earlier, there was genuine admiration and affection in his voice. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling happiness wash over you.

“Let’s shower together,” Mike suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m not responsible if we end up fucking in the shower, though,” he added playfully as he made his way toward the bathroom.

For the first time in years, you felt truly happy and loved, and it was all because of Mike. All those unspoken desires between each other were finally fulfilled. A sense of peace flooded over you, making you realize that this is where you belong—with Mike, who truly understood you on a deeper level.

Fin. Thank you so much for reading!

Should I write a pt.2 on the shower or what? >:)

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j-ensenackles · 10 months

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coming home

pairing: randy orton x fem!reader

summary: after 10 years away from the ring, you return for the first ever women's royal rumble. you begin to doubt yourself, and your husband randy comes to your aid.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, mentions of a back injury, some self-doubt, mentions of pregnancy and kids

a/n: thank you for the request, @thedoveesquire! i've never written for randy before, so i hope i did him justice!

The stadium shook with the roar of the crowd.

You could hear every cheer, every gasp, every burst of applause from your spot backstage.

You bit your fingernails — a nasty habit, as Randy always reminded you — as you watched the women in-ring on the monitor.

Your eyes kept straying to the ticking clock, to the impending number 30. To your return.

It had been 10 years since you’d been in the ring. 10 years since the WWE Universe had seen you. 10 years since a back injury stopped your career in its tracks.

Back then, you were nearing the top of the mountain. You had just gotten married to Randy Orton the year before, and the two of you were making waves — separately and together — on the roster. You were first in line for the first ever Divas Championship, and glory was within your grasp.

It was during that title match with Michelle McCool that you had everything in an instant… and had lost it just as quickly.

Towards the end of the match, Michelle threw you into the steel steps. The sharp edge of the stairs hit you right in the spine and you knew something was wrong. It seemed like your life was flashing before your eyes. A decision was before you: quit now or push through?

You pushed through. Probably a mistake, if the many doctors you had seen over the years were to be listened to, but you pushed through and became the first ever Divas Champion.

And then…

You had to give it up. The next day, you relinquished your title to Michelle. She undeniably deserved it, there was no doubt about that. It was just embarrassing and heartbreaking to give up your title, especially because you had only had it for 24 hours. But you couldn’t fight. You were out of commission.

Reluctantly and with a lot crying on Randy’s shoulder, you retired.

In the interim years, you focused on rehabilitating your back with hopes of a one-day return to the ring.

And then you got pregnant. You were over the moon, and Randy was too. Your son was a complete life changer, a ray of sunshine in your cloudy world.

A few years after, you had your daughter — another bright spot in your life. Beautiful and bubbly (with a definite splash of Randy’s attitude) your daughter just enhanced an already blessed life.

Being a mom took over your life. And with side hustles and helping Randy with his work, you found yourself busy. Content. There was always that faint hope in the back of your mind of being in the ring again, but you were truly happy.

Then you got the call. Honestly, you weren’t even fully listening to the words that were being spoken over the phone, you were so in shock. You only got buzzwords and phrases — “first ever Women’s Royal Rumble,” “history,” “return,” “we need you.”

You said yes without a second thought. It was only after you hung up that the doubts crept in.

Were you too old? Would you be rusty? Would the WWE Universe even care about you anymore? It had been 10 years since you had last wrestled, after all.

Your back was another issue. You had technically been cleared years ago, but you still worried. It only took one wrong move to throw your life off track.

You expressed these fears to Randy, of course, and he smirked, his reply simple —

“You’re the Y/N. You’re gonna kick ass.”

So here you found yourself, about to enter the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble.

“Stop biting your nails,” A voice sounded behind you.

You turned, finding Randy leaning against a post, arms crossed over his chest and signature smirk on his lips.

“Sorry. I’m nervous,” you replied sheepishly.

Randy’s features softened. He pushed off the wall and made his way to you.

“I know, honey,” he smiled softly, “But if anyone can do this, it’s you.”

You matched his smile, “Thank you.”

Randy could see there were still doubts plaguing you. He knew you too well.

He gently cradled your face in his hands, directing you to look at him, “You’re a badass. A badass wife, a badass mother, and a badass wrestler. You’re going to go out there and show the world that you haven’t lost an ounce of your greatness.”

You sighed, “But what if they don’t like me? Worse, what if they don’t remember me?”

You hated the way you sounded so insecure, so defeated.

“Y/N, listen to me. You are a pioneer in this industry. A staple. You made history 10 years ago winning the Divas Championship, and you’ll make history today in the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble. They’ve missed you. They still love you. Trust me, I hear ‘We love Y/N’ chants more than I hear chants for me.”

You chuckled.

“You can do anything you set your mind to. I’ve seen you do it,” Randy continued.

You smiled, tears filling your eyes. You were so grateful Randy could read you so well and was able to calm your unease effortlessly.

“God, you’re such a sap, Randy,” you joked, blinking your tears back in an attempt to keep your makeup intact.

Randy rolled his eyes, “That may be true, but only when it comes to you.”

He pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your head.

You glanced at the screen. Number 29 — Bayley — was entering now. You were next. It was now or never. You let out a shaky breath, steeling yourself.

Randy kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. Go make some history.”

You smiled, feeling the confidence Randy instilled in you. He was right — you could do anything. Wrestling was one of your great loves (apart from Randy and the kids) and you were going to go out there and show it.

The seconds ticked by and before you knew it, your music hit.

You squeezed Randy’s hand one last time and made your way out.

If you thought the crowd was going crazy before, that was nothing compared to now (“The biggest pop of the night,” Randy would later brag).

The entire arena was on their feet, screaming and shouting their surprise and happiness. Any doubt you had left after Randy’s speech completely evaporated with the (more than) warm welcome from the fans.

You ran down the ramp, fueled by the excitement of the audience. You hopped in the ring, throwing woman after woman over the ropes, barely seeing anything in front of you. Pure adrenaline ran through you.

The crowd was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, but one cheer in particular caught your attention.

“Let’s go mommy! Let’s go mommy!” You turned abruptly, catching the eyes of your son and daughter in the front row, bright smiles on their faces.

Tears threatened to spill yet again. Gratefulness filled your heart. You were here, in your favorite place in the world, doing your favorite thing, surrounded and supported by your favorite people.

You sent your son and daughter a wave, blowing them a kiss.

The crowd’s chants for you were as loud as ever —

“Welcome back! Welcome back!”

You were home.

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midniiights-garden · 2 months

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A Little Mistake MobAU!Mizu x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your scary, intimidating mob boss wife attempts to cook for you. It... does not go well.

TWs!! Mentions of blood and gore, mentions of violence, swearing

DISCLAIMER!!: REMEMBER Y'ALL THIS IS PURELY WORKS OF FICTION. I DO NOT CONDONE THE ROMANTICISATION OF ANY KIND OF MOB OR GANG AND I AM DESCRIBING IT AS SUCH. IF ANYONE YOUNG IS READING THIS IS ALL FICTITIOUS!!

To most people Mizu was untouchable. A Goddess in her own right. After she murdered her late husband she moved on, driven by rage and bitterness, and ended up starting a rather small but lethal group of assassins. With her as the head, of course. And for a long time she remained bitter and cold, her heart worn out with one too many heartbreaks.

Until she met you.

You were kind yet strict, a diamond in the rough one could say. The only catch? You were a woman.

Mizu was hesitant to pursue you at first, not really sure if she was ready for another heartbreak. Or to confront the fact that she was undoubtly attracted to women. However, it turned out she didn't have to. You made the first move, presenting her a single white tulip, not a word leaving your lips.

And the rest was history.

Now you and her were happily married. Mizu was happier than she ever thought she could be. She could practice her swordsmanship in peace and she had a pretty, intellegent and kind wife to boot.

It's been 4 years now. Mizu, being the secretly loving wife she was, snuck out of your shared bed early to cook for you. Did she know how to cook? No. Not at all. But it couldn't be that bad, right?

Wrong.

On the morning of fourth year anniversary you wake to the sound of Mizu swearing, said wife no where to be found and the smell of charcoal coming from the kitchen. You stumble out of bed, searching for Mizu only to find her in the kitchen with the fire exstinguisher in hand, a pan full of... something... being the cause of the smell.

"...happy anniversary?" Mizu greets quietly, smiling sheepishly at you as she lowers the fire extinguisher.

You sigh. How could you ever get mad at that precious face? All you do is walk forward, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her softly.

"Tried to cook, huh darling?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.

Mizu blushes out of embarassment, looking away.

"I... I didn't think it'd be that hard... I just wanted to surprise you since you're always cooking for us," she murmurs, now deciding to hide her face in the crook of your neck.

You giggle, squeezing her softly before planting a kiss to her forehead.

"Awww, darling. Thank you very much for trying. Lets try together now, huh? So that you know what to do for next time."

You spend the rest of the morning cleaning up Mizu's mess (much to her absolute embarassment) and then cooking alongside her, showing her how to adjust the heat, how to know when something was done cooking and showing her how to crack an egg. Somehow she really struggled with cracking an egg.

Unfortunately around an hour after finishing breakfast Mizu recieved word that she was needed. She left begrudgingly, apologizing profusely as she left to deal with... whatever it was she dealt with. You knew the gist, but you really weren't interested in the nitty gritty of it.

She returns at 2AM, her previously crisp white shirt drenched in blood. She had several scratches on her body and she was obviously not in a great mood. Before you could say anything she had tossed herself on top of you, curling into your warmth and staining your clothing with blood. Not that you cared right now.

You decide not to speak, instead holding your precious wife close as you wipe the blood splatters off her face. You watched as her face finally relaxed, the scowl wearing off and replaced by a more serene, content expression.

"Tired?" You whisper.

"Yeah...." She replies. "...I'm sorry for not being here today, my love."

You shake your head, understanding the severity of her work.

"No, it's alright. You're here now, right? That's all that matters. You're here."

Mizu looks up at you, her eyes tired yet undoubtly so grateful for your entire exsistance.

"I love you... I love you so much," she whispers hoarsely.

"I love you too, Mizu. Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, love."

You spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking with your loving wife knowing you had your entire lives ahead of you. You knew whatever happened, she would be yours and you would be hers.

(A/N: Dedicated to the lovely @emiliabby!! Tysm for tagging me in that idea post <33)

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Mike was saying "I love you" to Will

Most people see Mike's monologue and think of it as "proof" that he and El are an endgame couple, but it's actually one of the strongest hints of a Byler conclusion.

Because Mike was saying "I love you" to Will.

Sounds crazy? Of course! He was speaking directly to El, after all. What the hell am I talking about?

Some have focused on contradictions and other issues with what Mike says, including listing El's superpowers instead of the full person she wants to be loved for being. Plus he had to do it (and was pushed by Will), or else El and their friends in Hawkins might have died. It does seem like El sensed something off in what he said, which would explain why she hardly talked to him afterward. But I actually disagree about Mike's "I love you" being a total lie. In the official script it's written that it had a positive effect on El (although the way it was ultimately shot and edited made it more ambiguous). (I got this screencap from a TikTok video):

And so, in the van, Will DID make Mike love El. Mike MIGHT have wondered whether Will was talking about himself too, but one thing he was convinced of was that that El loved him because "he's the heart." Feeling like she loved him for who he was made him love her. I think it's more accurate to say that, while Mike's monologue may have had issues, he DID feel something genuine... BUT the logic of events leads more toward a BYLER conclusion than away from one.

The problem for Mike and El is that Mike was saying "I love you" to the idea of El that WILL put in his head:

Will said that El felt like a mistake, and that Mike made her feel like she was better for being different. She was terrified of losing him and so that's why she pushed him away.

So Mike came out of that conversation with new feelings for El: he thought that SHE needed HIM to love her, not because of "dumb luck," but because of his unique qualities. Who HE is helps her be a superhero.

But El's journey in Season 4 was to LEAVE Mike to "be a superhero." When she left a note for Mike, she tellingly signed it "From El." When she realized he couldn't say he loved her, she chose to let go of their romantic relationship. Her journey in Season 4 was about finding who she was independently from others in her life (most importantly her "papa" Dr. Brenner). El went through her own journey that REQUIRED separating from Mike.

By the time they reunite, she has grown. Instead of Mike coming up with the plan (like so many times before), EL came up with the piggyback plan. While she was piggybacking, Mike said "I love you" -- but having her self-image rely on how Mike sees her was something she was moving away from.

She had felt like a monster. What liberated her from feeling that was NOT Mike and not an elusive "normal life" (with a relationship). She had to realize this on her own:

There were clues in Mike's monologue for her to pick up on that he wasn't fully telling the truth, first and foremost him saying that he "knew, in that moment, that I loved you." (He couldn't have, when he was openly scheming in s1 to get her sent away, possibly to a mental hospital, loud enough for her to hear.)

But Mike DID mean it when he said "I love you." Mike saw someone who desperately needed him, someone whom MIKE was a hero to and not the other away around.

That person he was thinking of, of course, was WILL.

It wasn't like it was news to Mike that El needed his love: El confronted him earlier in the season for not saying he loved her. We all saw that El's heartbreak didn't convince Mike that he loved El.

Ironically, it was WILL'S heartbreak, HIS emotions, and HIS words that did. And Mike felt something real this time, because it came from WILL.

Will's statement in the van made Mike feel something romantic. (Meanwhile, in his confession to El, the words he was able to find expressed a genuine admiration and love that was more platonic.)

Will's words affected Mike deeply. Deep down, Mike wants to be someone's hero. He's the leader; he's "the heart." When dealing with a superhero like El, he can admire and love her, sure... but does it make MIKE feel loved for who HE is? Does a romantic relationship with El COMPLETE him? Mike doesn't want to be a discount Lois Lane. He wants be loved because who HE is makes him THEIR hero.

Mike has always been bullied, misunderstood, and angry. He rambled just before Will's speech about being "some random nerd" and feeling like he didn't deserve El. He felt inadequate, and this affected him ("leader Mike" recedes when he's in a relationship with El). Will's point "You make them feel better because they're different" doesn't just describe El + Will; this is what Mike is looking for, too.

Being "some random nerd" is part of why Will loves him so much. Will's painting was the perfect gift; Will knows and understands his best friend better than anyone. The D&D theme was a tribute to Mike the nerd -- with all his flaws -- who also is a hero and a leader. WILL's love makes Mike feel like he's better for who he is.

(Here's an angelwithnightmares video that shows this about Mike exactly)

Mike's journey in s4 was him rediscovering that he is a hero. And this required separating from El and hearing this from Will. Will said that he's the leader of the group: "You keep the party together." And earlier in the season he reminded Mike "you guys saved me" (with a proud "I did, didn't I" reaction from Mike that was super cute lol).

Will's love gave Mike the strength to be a hero again. Mike pretty much used Will's words in his monologue to El. Two scenes at the end of Season 4 foreshadowed "leader Mike" coming back; his speech to El, and his "We will" shoulder grab with Will. Whatever issues there were in his monologue, this was undeniably THE callback to "leader Mike" of s1 and s2. He didn't help El beat Vecna, but he helped them survive. It was WILL's love that helped him be a hero, and to say "I love you" to the person he thought made him feel that way, who as it actually turns out was WILL.

So we'll have a final season where there is this hugest of loose ends when it comes to Byler: Mike will somehow realize that Will in the van was describing himself and not El. Mike will realize that the first time he felt romantic love, was because of Will, and that Will more than anyone helps him be the hero he wants to be. (It's the perfect formula, writing-wise, to make a person confused about his romantic feelings!)

AND Mike will learn that Will sacrificed his own happiness for him and El. How does that NOT lead to Mike loving Will even more than he already does?

Finn Wolfhard himself said about the van scene:

How is he this clueless right now? What with the Will scene... I remember asking the Duffers, "Why would he not know all this?" And they were like, "Don't worry, kid, it'll pay off in the end."

I think it will.

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inkyvendingmachine · 4 months

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T'was The Night Before Crisis... Season 4, Episode 1

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 Call of Cthulhu Season Four Masterpost (Coming Soon)

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of a Call of Cthulhu scenario from the Tales of the Crescent City book. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

WE'RE BACK. After over a whole heckin year of 10000 RP logs, we have returned with our final season of Cthulhu! It's been not just a year out of game, but a little over a year worth of in game time has passed too, and they boys are indulging in a chill, at home seasonal celebration... for now! Surely nothing weird will happen, nothing ever does around holidays for these boys obviously.

Happy Holidays!

Art Credit: @inkdemonapologist : sketching + inking @inkyvendingmachine : concept + colouring

A week. Two weeks. A month. A season. A year.

A whole year and a couple of months go by without any crazy outside force trying to rid the boys of… anything really. The time isn't exactly calm or empty… but compared to recent events, for a while, things were… kinda normal?

Well, except for when Joey got Peter to help him meet with Y secretly to prevent the gang from continuing to mess with JDS, or when Sammy and Henry realized mid tennis match that a version of Henry had slashed him right through the center. Or how the Prophet can just pop out now without ink. And how Susie has been brought in on all this, and perhaps brought in on even more than just the supernatural content as her bonds with Sammy and Joey grow tighter. And how Peter is actually moving to New York City now and ends up visiting Jack just as Beans goes missing and now there’s many little Beans kittens. And the summoning spell to ask the spirit that helped them in Haiti what will become of Sammy and Prophet. And the other summoning spell for Prophet to get his instructions from the Masked Messenger. And Sammy still can't tell where he's going half the time after uncovering some of Prophet’s memories. And Joey is still a bit hesitant to leave the studio if not being actively distracted. But other than that! It's been normal!!

And the boys have made it all the way to Christmas. Joey's received some parcels in the mail, from the Fowlers and Nicole. The Fowlers actually sent each of the helpful boys uh… 1000$?? That's a thousand. EACH. IN THE 1930s. For helping out… which I guess if stuck eternally in soul lake hell, wouldn't have that money anyways. But still, that's quite a lot for the time.

Meanwhile, Nicole has had time to move on from her heartbreak, and is ready to start a new chapter in her life, and as thanks, leaves Joey both the keys to her old apartment (the lease being paid up for a few years already) and to her previous car, with a guarantee she's giving these things up for better, not to worry about her. And totally not because maybe all the occult scratches and bullet marks in the wall makes the apartment hard to rent, or the fact that her car is an extremely recognized Mercedes, or that both of these assets were hounded by gangs for a bit after her magical mistakes…

It probably is actually all out of good will and appreciation, and these things will come in useful, especially if they do need to deal with more mafia or what have you. Joey doesn't need them tracking Henry's car home to his family or back to Jack's house.

With those gifts out of the way, the actual holiday is spent in Jack's house, with a big potluck meal. This holiday celebration includes a small group of friends and their families, namely, all the people Jack has befriended and also would be okay with the Lurker partying with em. The event goes well, Sammy gets to play through the night, Henry’s children get to hang out with a real Bendy and also a buncha newly grown-up cats, Henry gets to eat as many cookies as he wants…

That… slows down when Henry sees a yellow sign in a ribbon. But as soon as he tries to not lose his entire cool and freak out, it disappears… the ribbon was just a ribbon the entire time. Perhaps golden ribbons shouldn't be their normal holiday decor…

Meanwhile, Peter feels eyes on him and decides to move away from the window maybe, especially because it feels like he suddenly knew exactly which star in the sky holds Carcosa at the same time… surely a fine coincidence to have happened at almost the same time. But nobody else is acting weirdly, sooooo.

The night wraps up, with Susie and Norman heading out first, followed by Henry and his family. Sammy also heads home after being socially exhausted and desperately needing his alone time, and Peter helps Jack clean up some before heading out too. Jack heads to bed, only to find an already asleep Joey with a Spark sprawled on top of him, probably after he “closed his eyes for a moment” a little earlier.

The next day, there's technically work, but it's a short day because what's actually happening is a charity auction and party. A collection of “originals, signed by the creators” has been donated to help raise money for relief efforts in a few warring European countries, as well as the “entertainment” for the evening (Bendy cartoons, of course), courtesy of JDS, which means of course all the stars who signed the auctioned items were invited to the party as well.

Yes, even Sammy.

(And also Jack, Henry, Susie, and Joey of course.)

The event is being held at a yacht club, advertised to the wealthies of the city midst the great depression, with live music playing and glittering evening wear, and uh. Denis.

Y'know, Denis?? That rich guy from NOLA who invited us to the masquerade?? That Joey casually name dropped his legal name to in order to keep him from tracing himself and Sammy back to JDS, when they didn't know who or how dangerous their initial information gathering was.

Anyways, a quick little talking him in circles by Joey corrects that past mistake, as well as gets him the information that Denis is actually related to one of the people who put the entire event together. Ha. Good to know.

Of course it's difficult to shake him afterwards, since Joey is one of the few people Denis knows all the way up in New York. At least Joey actually has a fancy car to talk about now.

Meanwhile, in the quietest, emptiest corner he could find, Sammy notices something odd about the song that's currently being played live. It sounds familiar, and while surely there's been some Bendy music played this evening…. This particular song is not that. But it WAS composed by Sammy.

In NOLA.

When he was improvising with some random music on the street while hanging out on the balcony of his and Joey's hotel room. Properly freaked out by having a song from a very scary time literally come back to haunt him, Sammy runs to find someone, (Joey is still busy with Denis), and comes across Jack first. But before he can fully explain, the entire party is interrupted.

Chatter turns into hushed confusion as some pale man up near the front starts speaking in tongues. It's hard to tell if he's trying to perform some ritual or just incoherently rambling, but it doesn't matter! Because very quickly there’s a gunshot!!

And the Prophet? He's awake. He knows what that gunshot was. He's been waiting for this.

It has begun.

Of course the entire party breaks out in panic once the gun goes off. Joey doesn't know what sort of Eldritch nonsense was happening up front, but upon scanning the crowd and noticing Jack and Sammy together, beelines for the snack table to grab Henry and search for Susie.

As everyone is being rushed out, some of the boys manage to notice that not all of the panic is simply from the mad ramblings and sudden bullet, but also we've got some people in the crowd bleeding from their eyes. How festive!

Upon getting outside, the Yacht club is of course already being surrounded by security and the police, as the sudden gun shots quickly alerted locals to the nonsense going on. Nobody is allowed to bolt until an investigation is conducted and people are questioned, but of course Joey managed to sweet talk his way over to a telephone to make a very important quick phone call.

To one Peter Sunstram!

Turns out, between all their arguments, there are a few things they can agree on, which includes quietly spying on suspicious parties even though they should probably not be doing that if they actually wanna be safe but surely everyone will understand when they find out IT'S FINE.

Anyways Peter’s been keeping an eye on Y, and earlier in the day Y seemed to be performing some ritual before having some kind of … breakthrough? Revelation? Peter had told Joey of it, and in good faith Joey agreed to keep an eye out for WEIRDNESS, hoping that Y was upholding his promise to not be interfering with JDS anymore. But now this episode seems to have specifically happened, right at their exact event for the evening, so Joey does his best to pass along as much info as he can in that moment to Peter. As well as set up a backup plan in case anything else happens to them before they can escape the Yacht Club.

After some interviews with the police though, they’re allowed to go free. Listening to other partygoers' recollections they’re able to pick up a few more names here and there – the one who fired the gun up front by the bandstand is said to be another local gangster by the name of Johnny Nero, and the band playing on that bandstand one Red Leverett and the Jumps – but no evidence that really points the crew in any sort of serious lead. (including more commentary by Denis wHY ARE YOU STILL HERE UR NOT PART OF THE GROUP)

So having managed to collect everyone together, including Prophet returning Sammy to the front for the interview thank the lord (not that one)(not that one either)(maybe that one) the JDS crew head over to their very safe and secure hide away to talk about what just happened: that’s right, they’re going to Peter’s apartment.

And staying there through midnight! Listen, the last time weird shit started happening like this, everything popped off at midnight and there were panics all around. It’d be nice to know where people were this evening. And while they’re all sitting around waiting for that to pass, Henry and Peter can even talk about the really weird things that happened last night! Yknow, where Henry saw the yellow sign for a moment and Peter felt something watching him from space? Those very normal Christmas activities?

The group also gets informed about how Peter maybe has been keeping an eye on the Y that still hangs out in the city, and how Y was excited over some weird ritual. While he goes over that and also Joey and Peter guiltily kinda admit to their secret spying tendencies, Henry gets info from Linda when he calls to explain why he’s not home yet and how he won’t be home for a little while still. She’s remembered some research that crosses over with the prophecies they had gotten a month or so after the last big event like this. And Jack and Sammy bring up how they had been theorizing over who’s and what’s in the prophecies… for instance, that which the Phantom seeks, who bears already the scars of following the Mender’s lead….

Is it Peter? He followed Jack into the weird ghosty world. Is it Joey? He’s followed the Mender in other ways, and also literally bears scars caused from Jack’s healing. Or is it somehow Y?? Who seems… involved in this somehow, despite promising he wouldn’t be fucking around with stuff that might step on JDS’s toes again.

With no real conclusions, but midnight having come and past, people start to head home. Joey has someone drop him off at the studio, as after weirdness happened with any sort of occult stuff he’s interested in checking in on Bendy and the Stone. Since, those tend to be targets for this kinda creepy thing. Bendy is perfectly fine though, and hardly even noticed anything going on… So Joey picks up some of his notes and… finds himself unable to leave the studio. For some reason it just seems like the wrong idea… so he spends all night up researching, unsettled by how many non-leads he has into what will possibly happen next. It’s starting to feel like Haiti again, knowing that something bad is coming but really having no idea where to fortify with this information.

But he does have something new…

He has plenty of things new now, including his dream spell.

Peter’s not the only one who can spy, and while Joey is sure he’d hit some kind of barrier trying to peek in on Y’s dreams… just knowing whether the man was still alive, or possessed by some eldritch nonsense seemed like a good place to start. Maybe his excitement at the ritual earlier was coincidental…

The thing is, defying all reason, Joey’s able to step into Y’s dream just fine somehow.

This is probably not something he’ll regret doing later, surely.

[Next Episode] (not yet released)

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