#and to not have to endure some of them who had really fucking stupid takes on twitter lmao

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 30, Epilogue - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mild sexy stuff (Just some very light hand business. Very light.)

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: You moved out of the Tower :(

A/N: This is it! The last part! You guys. I can't even. It's been a magical journey, and I'm so honored that I got to take it with all of you. I'm scheduling this post on Thursday in my office, and I'm fucking crying, because you've made this more than anything I could have ever hoped for. I love each and every one of you, so fucking much. Thank you for coming on this adventure with me. Thank you for loving Pocket. Thank you for sticking with Bucky and not throwing knives at him and his stupidity. Just, fucking THANK YOU. You are all amazing, beautiful people, and I could not have done this without you. Thirty Chapters, One Hundred Fifty Five Thousand, Four Hundred and Fourteen Words, and more to come. Bucky and Pocket's journey is not over! POOKIE LOVES YOU SO MUCH.

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Not even twenty minutes later– it was actually almost pathetic how close your new place was to the Tower, really– you were opening up the door of your brand new penthouse apartment. It was more extravagant than any other place you’d ever laid your head, and when Tony’s realtor had first shown it to you, you’d balked at the opulence of it. But Tony reminded you that you’d been shot, after all, and had almost died once, then actually died, all in the span of a few days, and after that, on top of everything else you had already endured in your life, wasn’t it time you treated yourself to something good? Besides, it wasn’t like you couldn’t afford it. So, here you were.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called out softly to the enormous, empty space. It would still be some time before the movers finished loading up and delivering everything from the Tower, and then you were going to have a lot of furniture shopping to do. Toeing off your shoes, you padded your way across the apartment to the terrace. Opening the glass doors, you stepped outside. You walked to the edge and rested your elbows against the railing. Taking a deep breath, you admired the view of the city before you, the Tower just a block away. Looking across, you could easily make out Tony and Pepper’s apartment. Waving at breakfast, indeed.

You felt a pair of strong arms slink around your midsection, tugging you into a broad, warm chest. “Thought I heard you come in,” Bucky said, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder. 

“Hey, baby,” you smiled, reaching back to caress his face with your hand. You turned in his arms so you were facing him. “I missed you.”

 Bucky laughed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I only left the Tower two hours ago,” he said. “But I missed you, too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, pouring every ounce of love and affection you felt for him into the motion. “I can’t believe we finally did it,” you grinned.

“Took us long enough,” he mused back, but then turned thoughtful. “Probably would have happened a lot sooner if I hadn’t–”

You brought a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Stop. We agreed not to talk about that, remember? Dr. Whitmore said we can’t move forward if we keep hashing out the past, and I just want to move forward, with you.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, but you just smiled and kissed him again.

After you’d been released from the hospital, you and Bucky had had a long, emotional discussion about the future of your relationship. The only way you’d ever stand a real chance, you’d both decided, was if you committed to couples’ counseling and complete and total honesty. Bucky knew he didn’t deserve yet another chance from you, and you probably wouldn’t have given him one if you hadn’t loved him so fucking much. But you’d actually died, and you couldn’t stand the idea of wasting any more time without him. Now, after nearly a year of doing the work, both on your relationship and yourselves, you felt your connection was stronger than ever. And besides, when it really mattered, Bucky had proven, in the most definitive way, that he would pick you over Jade Carthage.

“So…,” you said once the kiss had been broken and you began playing with the hem of his shirt.

“So, what?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow at him suggestively. His eyes widened as he caught your meaning. “What? Here? Right now?!”

You tilted your head and looked up at him with the most innocent expression you could muster, given how completely un-innocent your current thoughts were. “Yeah, right here, right now. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough, baby?” You trailed a hand down the center of his chest and his breath hitched. “Almost a full year, spent using my fingers, pretending they were you, never feeling full enough? Never getting off as good as I got off with you? It’s been so long since I felt you inside of me, Buck. So long, it fucking hurts.”

When you had decided to give your relationship a real reset, one of the rules you had established, with the advice of Dr. Whitmore, was no sex. You needed to establish emotional intimacy and boundaries once again, without the complications a sexual relationship would bring. She had even suggested you both try to date other people, to ensure that this was the relationship you both truly wanted, but neither one of you could bring yourselves to do it. And now, here you were, almost a full year since the last time you’d been together, and you were desperate. 

Bucky groaned at your words and you knew he was this close to giving in to you.

“Come on, baby,” you purred, reaching down and slowly unbuckling his belt. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to be inside of me?” You slowly began nibbling at his jaw, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin and letting it flood your senses.

“Always want you, Pocket,” he growled, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you flush against his hips. You let out a low moan when you felt the evidence of his arousal press into your stomach through his jeans. 

“Then have me, Barnes,” you whispered, carding your hands through his hair. “Have me on this balcony, have me on every fucking surface of this apartment, as many times as you want.”

Any remaining sense of resolve Bucky may have possessed snapped, and he was on you, sucking on the skin of your neck as he rutted his hips against you, and it felt so. fucking. good. to feel him like that again. His hand dipped into the waistband of your pants, where he found you wet and eager for him. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled into your skin as his fingers slipped through your slick folds to toy with your clit. “All this for me?”

You groaned as you felt one finger gently breach your entrance. “Only you, love,” you moaned. “Only ever you.”

You both froze when you heard the sound of the elevator ding, and Bucky quickly withdrew his hand, popping his finger into his mouth to suck away the evidence of his actions. Grunting in frustration, you looked around him to see the elevator doors open and the movers begin to unload dollies of boxes from the Tower into your new apartment.

“Fuck,” you whispered. “So much for reunion sex. I swear, I’ve got blue balls, Barnes”

Bucky grinned at you, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before redoing his belt and heading over to help the movers. “This’ll only take a little while, doll,” he winked at you. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together to make up for lost time.”

<- Previous Part / The End

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[lilly-white]

/hauls favourite artists out of the trashfire of twitter & instagram, sits them nice & neatly and categorised in my personal Discord, feels at peace with the world & super inspired to create /goes to her writing club discord for 5 minutes ONLY TO GET SMASHED IN THE FACE BY RAGING SCREAMING TERMINALLY ONLINE PEOPLE who are saying you deserve to KYS because of inane semantics and/or apparently Nazi hand signs or whatever the fuck have you

#fuck me i am glad to be getting outta these places #i saw the convo i just left the server LMAO #sorry i'm becoming a boomer #i've just had enough anxiety for a lifetime thanks #artist life #i am SO EXCITED to have access to all my faves again ahhhh #and to not have to endure some of them who had really fucking stupid takes on twitter lmao #or the ones who'd suddenly post like really harrowing photos of them in hospital and shit after like giving birth or top surgery or w/e #look i have a 'too much empathy' problem ok to me that kind of thing should be shown to your friends & family #why would you post pics of your successful embryo transplant echography on TWITTER #what are you fucking doing #i can't wait to support you financialy via your artwork but i am not going to miss the weird parasocial relationship social media creates #and which you as an artist feel like you have to bow to & offer bits and pieces of yourself for people to see #to 'remain relevant' or w/e #no i will support you anyway you don't have to reveal your jugular to me

[highonakuweeds]

POV: Your Alastor's wife and it's October

(A/N: I didn't read anything beforehand, so if you see any weird mix ups of whatever, I'm sure your brain can ignore it thank you <3)

“My dear!” Alastor exclaimed towards you, who was at the bar, conversing with Husk. Your attention changed so that Alastor had it fully, which made Husk roll his eyes and chug a drink down. “Mon amour! How are you this hellish evening? I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Ah, yes well,” Alastor tugged on his coat, his grin somewhat strained. It wasn’t obvious for the majority of the others, but it was to his wife. “Just some irritating demons on the streets, is all; nothing to worry about.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Alastor, I know what that face means.” 

He raised a curious brow. “Do you, now?”

“Mhm.” You sipped the last of your champagne, and thanked Husk for the drink, earning a nod from him. “It means you’re horny.”

…

…

…

“What? Noo!” Alastor attempted to brush off, his eyebrows stitched with disbelief. “You know how I am about anything sexual, dear. I—” “Yes, yes, it’s not really your thing; we all know that. However,” light flickered through your gaze as you bore into Alastor’s eyes. “That doesn’t mean you can’t escape that month you hate so much.”

Alastor remained quiet, his eye twitching. You shrugged. “I mean, hey, if you want to wait it out, suit yourself. People will ask where you’ve gone, and you don’t want them to give in to curiosity, do you?”

He hesitated before grunting, grabbing your wrist, causing you to yelp. “Fine.” 

As your giggles of amusement echoed in the halls, Charlie tilted her head. “What’s he going to do to her? Oh, no, I hope it isn’t anything horrible…”

Angeldust snorted, swirling his pink cocktail before sipping. “Nah, he’s probably gonna fuck’er.”

“What!?”

“Angeldust!” Vaggie exclaimed, causing the spider demon to look at her in surprise. “What? You saw the way he looked at her, plus the way she was teasin’. I thought it was obvious.”

Cherri bomb grinned. “No shit they’re gonna fuck. But it’s kinda weird, don’t cha think? The edgelord finally wants to bang someone.”

Charlie thought about it. “Well, they are married.”

“Wait, they’re fuckin’ what now?”

“Wow, is this month that tough you gotta drag me to your room, Alastor?” You teased, causing him to groan. “You don’t even want to know how much I had to endure for the past couple of days.” He replied. 

Your brows furrowed. “Honey, if it was hurting you, you could’ve asked me way sooner. You know I would’ve been more than happy to help you.”

Alastor laughed, locking his door, and whisking the swamp side of his room away to not let anything disturb them. “Of course, you would’ve been, darling; you’re always so willing to help. Speaking of which, would you be a doll and soundproof the area?”

You cocked an eyebrow, obliging nonetheless. With a flick of your wrist, blue wisps coated his bedroom, leaving some sort of shiny residue scattered in the room. “Oh, I didn’t realize it was going to be a rough night for the both of us…”

“Oh, shut it.” Alastor mumbled before walking towards you. He crashed his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks with fervor and slight desperation. You let out a noise of surprise before giggling and allowing your husband to do whatever he needed to do. You snaked your arms around Alastor’s neck, scratching the base of his ears, just how he liked it.

He let out a soft sigh of bliss, his steps making the both of them stumble onto the bed, with him on top of your. Before, Alastor normally just locked himself somewhere private, usually his radio tower, until this stupid cycle wore off. But now that his wife, his technical mate, was right where he was currently residing, it was way more difficult than it was before to be cooped up.

He had attempted to take matters into his own hands, both literally and figuratively, and the only thing it gave him was sheer shame and embarrassment, so he had stopped trying. So, to have you below him was such a relief.

And yet, he wanted more. He needed more. 

He needed to taste you, and mark you, and show every single demon that came your way that you were his wife. No one else’s.

Alastor pulled back from the kiss, planting small yet precise marks on your jaw, causing you to softly moan so quietly it riled him up even more. 

He tried his best to keep his composure calm, to hold himself back. But he truly couldn’t with how foggy his mind made everything become. Alastor sunk his teeth into your neck, right below your pulse. You let out an animalistic groan, your back off of the mattress already. “Alastor, love, calm down—”

“Apologies, my dear, but I don’t think I can.” He responded tightly, licking the wound he inflicted fervently, shuddering as the metallic taste hit his tongue. You chuckled, sweeping his hair away from his face. “Alright, then. Do whatever you need to, sweetheart.”

Alastor tried to think clearly, to regain any sort of control he had in his sexual desires, but he so miserably failed. The urge to bite you and mark you and make everyone know that you were his overruled his mind. It was the only thing he could ever think straight at that moment.

“Mine…” He muttered, kissing and sucking on almost every single part of your neck. His hand had other plans, though, as it traced your figure until it reached your hips, and it squeezed hard. 

You let out a yelp and a moan, your breath practically nonexistent as you chuckled. “I’m yours, darling.”

His hand, even if it was just one, grounded you to the bed. You found yourself unable to move, not that you cared, anyway. Alastor rarely needed you in this sort of way, and to have him like this, so desperate, so needy, it made you feel things.

You were not quite sure what was going on hearing-wise, but you felt yourself saying Alastor’s name as a plea. He groaned, pulling himself away from your neck with a strained struggle. He drank you in, his smile still present. You almost laughed as his eyes didn’t match that, though, since they were looking at your outfit in disgust. He adjusted his position to balance himself before snapping it away, leaving you bare.

You gasped at the drop of temperature, causing you to scoff. “Alastor! At least warn a demon.” His deer ears twitched as he descended onto your collarbone, peppering kisses everywhere. “I apologize again, (name). I just…” He took a deep breath in and felt his eyelids fall heavy. “You’re intoxicating…”

At the mention of your name, you stirred slightly, feeling the heat pool down to your core. Alastor must have noticed this, however, since he started trailing kisses around your chest, his favorite part being the underside of it. He nipped at the skin and sucked like a dog in heat.

Well, a deer in rut, but one must digress.

You squirmed in your position as he bit down right before he resumed his trail of kisses down to your stomach. He could feel your arousal like it was his own, and that put him in quite the predicament.

“Aren’t you going to take care of yourself first, Al? You’re practically bursting.” You quietly asked, a hand running through red tufts of hair that was tickling your torso. A low growl escaped Alastor’s throat. “I will; have some patience, love.” Me? You’re literally bulging. “But right now, I need a taste of you…”

Your eyebrows twitched as they creased together. “What are you trying to do—” You cut yourself off with a yelp as Alastor planted a soft kiss on your clit, making your jump. “If I go too far,” Alastor started, gazing up at you through his bangs. “Tell me.”

You nodded, knowing that he never would go too far, and if he did, he would be too busy enjoying his meal to understand that. 

Alastor’s grin just stretched wider before probing his tongue into you, causing you to shudder with a groan at the feeling. You played with his ears, your breath being stolen away. Honestly, if it weren’t for his cannibalistic and homicidal instincts, he would’ve landed a spot in Heaven with how gentlemanly he was, giving you pleasure before indulging in his own.

Alastor was fully aware of the growing tent in his pants, but he paid it no mind, which he was glad he was at least able to do. With that, he knew his mind hadn’t succumbed to the worse thoughts that he dreaded the most.

He lapped and sucked up all of the juices you had to offer, his pace unforgiving and sloppy. You could feel your own claws puncture the mattress with how tight your grip was on it, but you were sure Alastor wouldn’t care later on. He doesn’t really…sleep.

With how quickly Alastor was working against you, you felt that knot in your stomach appear just as fast, making you curse under your breath. For someone who doesn’t really like anything inherently sexual, he sure is a master at it.

Alastor felt it. He felt you getting closer, and he wanted nothing more than to see you writhe in pleasure all because of him, and nothing, or no one, else. The hand that was gripping your thigh to the point of wounds hooked your leg onto his shoulder for the time being, holding it in place as he quickened his pace.

The only thing you could do was whimper and plead and whine. And every single syllable that dropped from your mouth went straight to his arousal, and he cursed internally. A string of violent curses escaped his wife’s lips as you tugged on Alastor’s hair, which led him to hiss in both the pain and pleasure it shamefully gave him. 

“Close—Alastor, wait—!” You managed to cry before snapping, waves of pleasure crashing into you intensely. You let out a demonic groan as Alastor drank you until your high faded.

Your head flopped onto the fluffy pillows of Alastor’s bed, staring at the red head of hair just where your abdomen started. The radio demon rested his head on the inner side of your thigh, catching his breath slightly, which caused a bit of feedback from the voice effect he always had on.

“Are you satisfied?” You asked, tilting your head. Despite the fact that Alastor kept smiling, his brows twitched. He was far from satisfied. 

You laughed, and Alastor could hear a bit of nervousness laced into it. Not that kind that was associated with fear, but the kind that was associated with excitement. 

It’s going to be a long night for the both of them.

You sat up properly before crawling to be in front of Alastor. “It’s quite unfair that I’m the only one bare right now.” You teased, undoing the buttons of his coat. Though, even as you did, he knew how much you enjoyed that power difference.

Alastor didn’t resist as you unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt underneath. You had stopped undressing him when his shirt hit the strain in his pants, and he felt an annoyed grunt scratching his throat at the lack of friction. “(Name), dear.”

“Hm?”

“You have to stop teasing…”

You scoffed out a laugh. “Is the radio demon attempting to beg right now?” Alastor’s face immediately turned bright red, the cold air that was hitting his bare chest not helping him, either. “Chérie, don’t make me do this—” “What, beg?”

You had figured out how to make it more fun for you, and more cruel for him.

It made him so embarrassingly hard.

Your positions were now flipped, since Alastor had tried (and failed) to cage you in, and so when he crawled towards you, you swiftly went behind him. So now, his back was towards the headboard, his ears pinned back slightly. Without his coat, you could really have a nice view of his small deer tail which was currently tucked in between his legs, barely covering the bulge in front of his pants.

His grin twitched. “So, how are you planning on taking advantage of our current situation?”

You laughed, a finger to his lips to shush him, which made an irk mark appear on his forehead. “Oh, dear Alastor, have some patience! You wanted me to have the same thing just minutes before, right?” Your finger swept to his chin to lift it up as you leaned in closer. So close Alastor heard your pulse.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your lips mere centimeters apart. Alastor sighed, ready to feel the sensation of your soft lips against his, but he only felt the cold air hit it instead. He opened his eyes to find you grinning with an eyebrow raised. His brows dropped as his smile strained, just as much as his pants were. Alastor cleared his throat before giving you an amused gaze. “Do you really think that would work on me?”

You shrugged, leaning forward to straddle yourself on him. He cursed under his breath (a rare scene, honestly. You savored every moment) as he felt himself buck against you. “Well, it did; there’s no real debate about it, hun.” You cupped one of his cheeks, in which he melted into, while tracing the outline of his deer ears with your other hand. You laughed breathlessly. “I’m sorry, your ears are just…absolutely divine.”

Alastor fought back every single moan and whine that you were pulling out of him from playing with his ears. “The things you do to me…” He whispered as he grinded against you slightly, that needed friction making him see stars. 

You almost lost self control at that statement. Just the way Alastor was slowly breaking under you purely because you were touching and prodding at his ears gave you such a power surge. Your hands made their way to his pants, where they undid them and freed Alastor, who had just hissed at the cold air hitting his cock.

You stared and ogled at the sight before you, your hand wrapping itself around it. Alastor tensed, his shoulders raised slightly. He let out a shaky breath, watching his own chest rise and fall to calm him down.

He was already leaking, and you used that to your advantage. You stroked painfully slowly, causing him to shiver. You glanced at Alastor’s expression with a sly smirk. “You’re enjoying this a lot, dear.”

Your tone was mocking; Alastor heard it. He tightly chuckled. “How would you know?”

“Alastor. You’re so hard right now.”

“Oh.” 

You snorted before increasing your pace against his cock. Alastor cleared his throat, feeling his mind fog with desire and lust, the two things he really wished hadn’t plagued his mind too much.

You felt a tentacle wrap around your left thigh, and your breath hitched. “Al?-” It started to massage your pussy, making you gasp and grip Alastor’s cock a bit too tightly.

He grunted in both pain and pleasure, that brief moment of extreme bliss washing away again. “(Name), love, I think you should calm down this time.”

“Well, it’s not my fault your stupid tentacles start to just—” You cut yourself by sighing in relief, the same tentacle you were referring to going in circles against your already sensitive clit. “I swear.” You muttered, quickening your pace against Alastor.

Suddenly, you stopped your hand, cursing when the tentacle wouldn’t do the same. At that lack of motion, Alastor swore under his breath, his grin showing annoyance as he grunted. Yet even with shocks of pleasure spreading across you body, you kept a steady face, the smile on your face absolutely shit-eating. “Is someone annoyed already? Doesn’t feel good when pleasure’s just taken from you, does it?” You swiped you thumb against his tip which made Alastor stir. He let out a low, dragged-out moan at the sensation. you repeated the motion, amused at the way Alastor took a sharp inhale and exhale, as if regulating his senses.

Alastor hated the way you pouted at him as if he were some pitiful creature. “Awh, does someone crave what he wants?” You scoffed, swallowing a gulp of saliva as the tentacle on your pussy quickened its pace. you attempted to think of something, anything, that could postpone your orgasm.

Ah, you knew.

Angeldust said something about Valentino having a waterboarding kink. Honestly, the thought of Valentino was enough.

You grinned, tilting your head as you set your pace to be irregular. When you knew Alastor was at the edge, you stopped, then when you knew that it subsided, you would continue. “You thought I wouldn’t make you beg for it?”

Alastor couldn’t help the lewd noises he was making, letting out strangled moans and whines and huffs. Just who do you think you are, making the radio demon beg for you?

Well, you are his wife.

Alastor tried to fight the urge to give in, but the way you were teasing him and playing with his pleasure made him want to snap. He averted your gaze as he muttered something incoherent, but you knew what it was.

You slowed your pace on his cock again, tilting your head in feigned innocence. “I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t catch that. You better speak up.” Immediately after you spoke, you bit your lip and cursed internally. You were so desperately close because of what Alastor’s tentacles were doing to you. Hell, you weren't even sure if Alastor knew that his tentacles were pleasing you to the brink of insanity.

Alastor’s pride and ego got the better of him, though, as he mumbled it again, just a bit louder.

“Alastor.” You warned. “Speak. Up.” You quickened your strokes before slowing them down again, smiling as you got the reaction you wanted from Alastor.

“Hhngh, please, darling…” He moaned, his eyelids heavy. Alastor’s grin twitched once more in annoyance. “Please, finish what you started…”

You were going to say something before you felt you coming close. you cursed under your breath, something you didn’t know if Alastor heard you or not. And just as you was about to reach the highest peak, 

The tentacle against your pussy stopped its rubbing, and you whined, arching you back. You were grateful for it, though. You could tease Alastor even more.

“Awh, Alastor,” you taunted. “Surely you can do better than that…right?” You placed a kiss beside the tip, and Alastor suppressed (but horribly failed) the need to moan. “Beg like you mean it.” 

Alastor accidentally whined, his eyebrow twitching once he heard himself. “Please, darling… don’t tease me like this…” You gazed into Alastor’s eyes, a look of mischief on your face as you stroked quicker. 

He moaned heavily, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. “Fuck, please let me finish already…!”

Your eyebrows shot up at that crisp swear, you grin stretching from ear to ear. “You’re getting there, love.” The speed of your strokes gradually increased. Suddenly, you felt the tentacles again, but this time, it was just one. It was two.

You discreetly attempted to glance back, getting interrupted by the thicker one prodding your entrance. you gasped, trying to regain your composure and control over him. You tried your best to focus on Alastor instead. “You’re so cute when you beg; you know that, right?” You propped yourself on your elbows instead of having your other hand support you to play with Alastor’s cock more.

More quickly than he would have wanted, Alastor felt himself losing control. He let out an animalistic groan, gritting his teeth. His shoulders tensed once more as he felt himself getting close. He bucked his hips into your hands, the friction making him whimper ever so slightly. “Please…please, please, please please…”

You had never heard Alastor so whiny, so helpless. It was unlike him, just allowing you to assert yourself in this kind of situation. But hey, you didn’t mind. In fact, you loved it.

You should visit more often.

The hand closer to his tip massaged it with the thumb, making Alastor cry out in response. His breath was shallow and ragged, and his voice was breaking. His radio filter was long gone, and just the sound of his real voice made you go crazy.

You felt yourself nearing your climax, too. With how quickly the two tentacles were either massaging or pumping into you, you realized it was inevitable.

You decided it would be ideal if you came together.

You immediately quickened your pace against him, the fact his whole intimidating facade was gone with how he was muttering pleas made your heart pump, if undead hearts could do so.

Alastor felt kisses against his inner thigh, and that was what sent him over the edge. With a cry of your name, strings and strings of white translucent fluid released itself from his cock. His hearing was compromised with a ringing sound, but he heard you moan his name out just a couple of seconds after him, your grip against him tightening as you never stopped stroking.

His breath hitched as he realized that you weren't going to stop. “Wait, (Name)—” He whined, his head hitting the pillow behind him. It was too much; the feeling, the pleasure, just everything. He hadn’t even touched himself in decades, so to just have someone stroking him even after he came felt painfully pleasurable.

Thankfully, you stopped after some time, your grip loosening as you caught your breath. Somewhere during that time frame, your right hand made its way to his thigh, acting as a pillow for your cheek. your eyes trailed down Alastor’s twitching cock, and you grinned, liking a stripe from base to tip.

He shivered, his eyes closed as he held his forehead. He placed his hand down onto the mattress and… Why were there punctures in it?

Just as Alastor was about to ask, he noticed movement behind you, his brows furrowed. Then, he saw it. He saw the shadowy tentacles he knew were his.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked at the now flushed out you who was half-lidded with your ass in the air. “My dear?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Why are my tentacles…out?”

“Huh?” You glanced back and sweatdropped as you finally realized just how thick they were. No wonder You felt full. “Oh, they–” You cleared your throat. “They were…fucking me. I thought you knew that.”

Alastor’s eye twitched before he let out a chuckle. “Well, I apologize for that, dear. Though, I hope you can still take more, since,” he sat up straight, helping you fix your posture before picking you up by your hips and straddling you against him, your pussy just mere centimeters on top of his cock. “I’ll be handling you now.” Alastor glanced up to look you in the eyes. “Do you consent?”

“You know I always do.”

Alastor huffed out a laugh. “Whatever you say, darling.” He strained himself as he held every ounce of the animalistic urge that he had kept constrained as he made you sink down onto him. A guttural moan forced itself out and he started to grip your hips tighter, using that as a way to bounce you on his cock.

You always knew and understood how mating seasons work, from their cycles to the subject’s attitude during. Well, you needed to read about it; one can never have too much knowledge, right?

You weren't sure about one thing, though: if demons experienced the same kind of cycle that their animal counterpart did. Well, this explains it.

It was obvious that Alastor was attempting to help you adjust to his throbbing dick but just the idea of being inside you drove him towards the edge. He bucked his hips at the same rhythm you bounced on him.

Your mind was clouded with lust and pure bliss. Alastor’s cock was kissing your cervix one too many times, and it sent you to absolute ecstasy. your lips formed a lazy grin as you kissed him hungrily, causing his hips to stutter.

With no ounce of shame left in his body, he allowed himself to groan and whine at every thrust he did in you, savoring how warm everything felt. How ironically heavenly you made him feel. 

The only unfortunate thing in Alastor’s mind was the desire to breed. To fill you up until his cum splattered onto his mattress. He wanted to make a mess of you, and possibly himself in the process. Alastor needed to make sure you knew that you were his, and his alone.

Somehow his lips made their way to your neck, savagely nipping and sinking his teeth into your flesh until he tasted metal. That sweet intoxicating flavor that always drove him wild.

you dug your nails into Alastor’s back, feeling your climax rising up again. It wasn’t long until you were spewing curse words that would make a normal man break down and cry as you felt the cord in your stomach violently snap again. 

But Alastor wasn’t stopping. He started to prioritize his release the moment he slipped inside of you. His pace never faltered; in fact, it quickened at an inhuman speed, causing your gasps of air to be just hiccups.

“You’re making me see stars.” He whispered into your ear, desperate and whiny. He could feel that build up happening again, and this time, he was going to get what he wanted as quickly as possible.

Fuck, just the idea of him cumming inside of you almost broke him. He knew that since you were both sinners, you could no longer have children, but it would never hurt to try, right?

His grip against your hips tightened to ground you in place as moaned as loudly as you had ever heard him. He pumped inside of you, thrusting harshly yet slowly until he felt himself fully inside you. you gasped, feeling your pussy stretch until something absolutely huge squeezed itself inside you.

Wait, did Alastor just–

Loads and loads of cum painted your walls, filling you up to the brim. Alastor’s teeth bit your shoulder as he released inside of you. you felt your mouth dry as you finally gasped for air, involuntary moans coming out for you.

You stayed like that for a minute or two, chests heaving as you caught their breath. Alastor’s knot finally deflated, yet it felt like he didn’t want to leave the position. However, you were still at the hotel, and the others might probably be looking for them.

Even worse, they might think they did something steamy.

Well, you did, but Alastor didn’t want that thought in their heads.

He planted a kiss on your forehead, his lips slightly burning from your skin. “We should get going, my dear.” He whispered, his radio filter back on.

“Did you know you could do that?”

“Do what, love?”

you looked at him through lazy eyes. But even if you did, he could practically feel the mischief beaming through them. “Knot.”

Alastor stitched his eyebrows together, confused. “What’s…knotting?”

you tilted your head. “You don’t know how your cycles work?” He averted your gaze, his ears flopping down in embarrassment. “I’ve never really done this before, dear.”

Your grin turned devilish. “Well…”

Oh, deer (hah). It’s going to be a long night for them.

“Where is Alastor?” Charlie asked, looking around. “I’ve been trying to call him for an hour or so but I haven’t seen him.”

Angeldust snorted before it turned into a cackle. “Like I said, toots! He’s probably in his room, fuckin’ the shit outta (Name).”

“I really doubt tha–” “Good evening, everyone!” Alastor exclaimed, his usual outfit now on. His grin remained constant as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “I do apologize for not being present for the past couple of hours. I had some business to do.”

“Yeah, her.” Angeldust mumbled, a smirk on his face. He lifted his face to look at you. “How was it?”

You just smiled, tilting your head. At that, the whole crew saw what you were trying to show.

Marks and marks of bites all over your neck, bruising it a little. They were surprised that it wasn’t bleeding with how wounded it was. 

Angeldust’s mouth went agape with a smile. He wasn’t entirely serious about that statement, but for it to actually be true? This was a day he never saw coming. “Ho-holy shit!” He exclaimed with a laugh. “I didn’t realize it was actually true!” 

#alastor smut #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor #rut season #the way I got slightly interest in a deer's rut season #dear god what am I doing with my life #reader is alastor's wife #reader can kind of manipulate sound #lord have mercy on all of our souls

[xetswan]

Youngest Shadow- The Game

Seven | Eight | Nine

warning: slight homophobia

Longest chapter so far with almost 4k words

Jessica and I have been practicing outside, Angela taking pictures. Only practicing since Jessica has nagged me for the past few days now. Trying to spike on me every time we do so. Eric was studying the prom fliers, “Monte Carlo? That’s our theme?” Jessica frowns at the lame theme that was chosen for this year. “Gambling, tuxedos and Bond. James- Ow!” She threw a ball roughly at Eric’s face, I smirk. 

“Oh. My. God.” Angela exclaims, who was once scanning to take more pictures is now frozen in place. We follow to where she was staring and it was just my sister and Edward showing up to school together. I hadn’t really been speaking to Alice and Jasper after the night with their family. Overhearing that it was destined for me to have a near death experience just for me to know who I was in my past lives and they knew it was going to happen. It also works because I hate attention, something I know Bella hates too. 

Throughout the rest of the day Jasper and Alice would stare at me, trying to pull me aside to talk to me only for me to ignore them and hurry off to a different area or sit somewhere else if we shared a class. But at the end of the day it was a waste when Alice came up to me, taking my hand in hers. “Hey, what’s going on lovebug?” I gave her a look for the stupid nickname and she laughs. “Sorry, but seriously why are you avoiding us?” She pouts, I lick my lips getting ready to actually say it but then something stops me once I lock eyes with her. 

“I needed some time to think about us.” I tell her, “I’m having a hard time with everything, trying to understand and I overwhelmed myself at your place I felt embarrassed.” I lied, I was fine with the whole vampire thing surprisingly. That’s not what bothered me. What bothered me was the fact that she knows I’m going to have a near death experience and won’t even warn me. I don’t understand how that’s protecting me. Maybe I’ll bring it up later. 

“Ah, that makes sense. I’m sorry it’s so overwhelming for you, my lovebug.” She moves my hair behind my ear sending shivers down my spine. It honestly made me forget how many people were around, until we get shouted at. “What the fuck?” A guy yelled, I step away from Alice and we turn to see some guy I don’t think I’ve ever seen before in school. “You guys gay or some shit?” He laughs, my eyebrows furrow as Alice glares at him. 

“Y’all should kiss!” His friends hit him in the shoulders like he did something with that. I glance over and see Jasper staring at the scene as well. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The three guys all laugh, I flick them off and they just laugh harder. 

“I need to go, my dad made plans. Just um, come over later.” I tell her, walking away to my bike, getting my helmet on and riding off as quick as possible due to the embarrassment I just had to endure. I ended up coming to the cafe later than Bella which meant I was super late.

There were a group of basketball players outside and I mentally cursed seeing Mike there as well. “[Name]! I didn’t know you were a lesbo!” One of the guys shouted at me and my eyes widen but I try to ignore it, heading towards the door but he blocks it. “Does her man know?” His arm was on the door and he leaned on it. I stare up at him not saying anything. “What?” You got something to say?” He asks, I take my helmet off, putting it on the ground, staring back up at him. I take a deep breath. “I asked you something.” He repeats, I take a step back. In the corner of my eye I see my dad stand up from his spot in the booth. Bella seemed alarmed. “Come on, man. She don’t deserve this plus her dad’s the chief.” Mike puts a hand on his shoulder but the guy doesn’t back up. I dip my hand into my front pocket of my jeans.

“Does your dad know you like-” I take my hand out and spray him with the pepper spray Charlie gave me. He stumbles back holding his eyes and screaming in pain. The cafe door swings open. What happened!?” He angrily asks, “Nothing, sir. He went too far, he was antagonizing her.” Mike blurts out, the kid groans outloud but the group pushes him away. Charlie turns to look at me. “What the hell was that, [Name]?” He grabbed onto my arms as I try my hardest to look away from him. “[Name] Swan, answer me right now.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it!” I exclaim, tears welling in my eyes. “Please.”

His grip loosens, his gaze softening as well. “Are you okay at least?” 

“I’m fine.” I sniffle, wiping my eyes, he lets me go and grabs my helmet for me. “I should wash my hands.” I lift up my hand that’s covered in the pepper spray, I didn’t wipe my eyes with this hand don’t worry. He sighs, shaking his head, pushing me inside. Cora the waitress who knows about my whole life from dad places a hand on my back. “You alright, sweetheart.” I just nod, heading straight for the bathroom to wash my hands quickly then going back to the booth with my sister and dad. 

The dinner ends up being a little awkward as they talk to each other but treat me like they need to walk on egg shells. I forced myself to eat so I don’t have to talk much so I just listen to them. 

After getting home I rush straight to my room where they were already standing, I shut the door, locking it right away and collapsing on my bed. Wanting to just sob and go to sleep but I know I should talk to them. Definitely not about what I heard though, I’m already exhausted from pepper spraying a basketball player. Alice sits behind me, motioning for me to lay on her. I end up just putting my head on her lap and she plays with my hair. 

I stare up at Jasper, he steps closer, wiping my cheek that had a tear fall. I noticed how his face seemed stiffer than normal. I then remembered how it hurts him to be around people still. His thirst stronger than the others. 

“I saw what happened, I’m sorry we didn’t stop it.” Alice apologizes, I look up at her and she seemes extremely beat up over it. I place my hand on top of hers. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” I attempt to assure her. She smiles gently. “I won’t go near you at school anymore. You don’t deserve to go through that.” She tells me, I sit up from her lap. “What? No, let them talk.” I grab her hand tighter even though I know she barely feels it. “But-” 

“I know how I am with attention but I don’t care anymore. Plus I have my pepper spray.” I wink and they both laugh quietly. “Are you sure, darling?” Jasper questions, I pull him closer to me, having him actually sit down now. “Of course, let them talk. What else are they going to do?” I shrug, Alice stands up, going over and sitting on my lap. “If that’s what you want.” She kisses my nose softly. I nod, “It is.”

We then sit there silently and I think about my thoughts from before. I know I’m not going to bring it up to them but I want to so badly understand their thinking. Understand why they do what they do. 

“You’re anxious.” Jasper states, I suck on the inside of my cheek not respnding. “Why?” Alice questions. “Just wondering about how that would play out.” I lie, well partially. 

“Mmm, it will be okay. We’ll be there. Also, we want to take you somewhere tomorrow. Edward will be picking you and Bella up.” She stands up from my lap, she takes Jasper’s hand but I stop both of them from leaving. 

“Wait, I want to um.. I want to try something.” I tell them, getting up from my bed, first taking Alice’s face in the palm of my hands. She smiles, automatically knowing what I’m doing she closes her eyes. I lean slowly, my heart racing as I kiss her lips longer than a few seconds. I push away after a little bit, we both look up to see Jasper watching and I chuckle, pulling him towards me and doing the same thing. 

“I’ll see you both tomorrow.” I wave them off and not even seconds later they’re gone. 

A few hours later my mom ends up calling me, I pick it up lazily knowing that either Bella or Charlie had told her what happened. I hear loud noises in the background fading away. “[Name]!” it was my moms voice yelling, I jolted away from my own hand then go back to it. “Yes, mom?” I ask, “I heard you pepper sprayed someone! What did he do?” She says, I throw my head back annoyed. 

“Mom, I’m fine.” I tell her but I knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with that answer. “[Name]” She warns me. “Mom, please.” I nervously say. “I will have your father investigate what happened if you do not tell me right now.” Of course she pulls that out, “You don’t have to do that.” I tell her. 

“It was just a guy calling me a lesbo or whatever. No biggie.” I quickly say, this happened before in Arizona, I’ve been called names my whole life. Especially for not liking guys and never having a boyfriend. “If it’s no biggie why’d you punch?” She interrogates me, I roll my eyes like before. “I was cornered.” That wasn’t a lie necessarily. She hums, still not satisfied. “Who’s the girl, [Name].” She says and it felt like my eyes pop out of my socket. “Mom!”

“Oh, come on [Name]. I know my daughter.” She laughs, “Who is she?” She repeats herself and I sigh. “Her name is Alice.” She squeals in laughter. “Mom!” I whine for her to stop. “I’m sorry! I’m just happy you found someone.” She tells me. “Well, actually it’s her and her boyfriend.” I bite my lip waiting for judgement. 

“Hey, I can’t judge your lifestyle. Two people?” She excitedly laughs and I shake my head. “Please don’t tell anyone. No one knows except Bella and that’s because they’re also apart of the Cullen family.” I sigh, picking at my finger nails. “Woww I need to see what these people look like if both of my daughters decided to date them.” She jokes, I smile to myself just happy she’s not upset with my dating life even though I know it is definitely out of the ordinary. 

“Well, I should get going to bed mom. I love you.” I say, “Oh, I love you too, goodnight!” She blows kisses over the phone and i press the button to hang up. Finally laying down for the night and going to bed. 

The next day I was sitting with Charlie as Bella came into the room. Charlie is currently cleaning his rifle, he goes to greet her but she cuts him off. “I have a date with Edward Cullen. [Name] does too with his foster brother.” She announcses and I quietly laugh at his facial expression as he glances between the both of us. “They’re too old for you two.” He responds. “We’re both juniors plus Jasper is only a Senior. Also I thought you liked the Cullens.” She says, I tilt my head agreeing with her. “And I thought you weren’t interested in any of the boys in town.” Charlie brings up, she seems frustrated. “Edward doesn’t live in town and its in the early stage- and whatever he’s outside right now.” This even causes me to stop every movement I was making like my dad just did. “Now? He’s out there?” 

“He wants to meet you. Officially.” She tells him. “Good.” Charlie cocks his rifle. I snicker, earning a look from her. “Be nice, okay? He’s important.” He nods reassuring her, she goes to the door and opens it to reveal her new boyfriend. “Cheif Swan I wanted to formally introduce myself. I’m Edward.” He extends his hand and Charlie hesitantly takes it grunting a small hello. “I won’t keep the two out late tonight. We’re just going to play baseball with my family.” He informs him also informing us because we had no idea either. “Bella’s going to play baseball?” Charlie is shocked, definitely because Bella doesn’t play sports. “Yes sir, that’s the plan.” He nods. “Well, more power to you I guess.” 

“They’ll be safe with my family, I promise.” Edward makes eye contact with him to show him he was being serious. He exits and as I get up Charlie holts both of us from following. “You both got that pepper spray- [Name] I know you do.” I laugh at his words. “Dad.” Bella shakes her head, we then both leave and climb into this massive jeep. “Your father thinks you should go to an all-girls school.” Edward says to Bella in an amused tone. 

“No fair, reading Charlie’s mind.” I sat in the backseat and I notice the baseball cap the same time as Bella. “And since when do vampires like baseball?”

I mentally cringed to that question. “It’s the American past time. Plus, there’s a thunderstorm coming. It’s the only time we can play. You’ll see why.” He explains and now I’m perked up at the thought of seeing my two play. Watch them in action of a sport I actually really enjoy. 

We finally get through the clearing of woods, it was a field and there were storm clouds erupting in the sky. The jeep comes to a stop, Esme and Emmett come over to greet us, Emmett helping me down. I look around for Jasper and Alice, “Good thing you’re here. We need some umpires.” Esme smiles sweetly. Emmett has a wicked grin caused by her words. “She thinks we cheat.” He laughs. “I know you cheat.” She turns to both of us. “Call em how you see em girls.” She pats us. I see Alice on the pitchers mound and she gives me a quick wave before speaking up. “It’s time!” Right then a rumble of thunder shakes and I grip onto Bella excitedly. We both stand right by Esme who’s the catcher. Alie pitches and Rosalie smashes the ball with an aluminum bat. It cracks loudly right when a thunder hits at the same time. “Now I get why you need thunder.” My sister says. The ball goes right into the forest, Edward running after it. 

“That has to be a home run.” Bella insists as we wait. “Edward’s very fast.” Was all she said in return. Rosalie darts around the bases, it looks like a blur but Edward rasces out with the ball whipping to home plate. Esme catches it milliseconds before Rosalie slides in. 

“You’re out?” Bella says questioning herself and I sadly nod as I was kind of rooting for Rosalie. Esme nods too. Next up is Carlisle and he hits a line drive, Emmett and Edward race for it, colliding with one another with so much force it felt like I could feel it all in the ground like a mini earthquake. They end up missing the ball anyway, Carlisle is safe. I cheer for him, everyone smiles, almost.

Jasper is up and I watch him and Alice make eye contact and I fall in awe. Jasper whacks the ball into the forest like Rosalie just did. Before they can go after it Alice gasps and they all come to a stop. “Stop! I didn’t see them!” She shouts, Jasper pulling me behind him, Rosalie coming to my side as well. “They’re traveling so quickly.” Alice says in a worried tone. 

“You said they left the country.” Rosalie exclaims. “They did but then they heard us.” Alice looks at Edward. “And changed their minds.” Edward turns to Bella. “Put your hair down.”

Alice races over, shoving a hat onto my head. “They smell you too.” She sadly says and I raise an eyebrow. I thought no one was effected by my blood?

“Like that will help. I could smell her across the field.” Edward ignores Rosalie as he arranges Bella’s hair a certain way. “I shoudn’t have brought you here. I’m so sorry.” Edward says to Bella specifically. They all turn towards the forest and there’s three vampires that emerge out. I look down to their bare feet then back up to their dark red eyes. The one with darker skin and long hair lifts his hand up to show the baseball. “I believe this belongs to you.” He tosses the ball to Carlisle who catches it with ease. He smiles politely. “Thank you.” 

“Could you use three more players?” He questions. “Of course.” Carlisle nods. “I’m Laurent, this is Victoria and James.” He introduces them. 

“Would you like to bat first?” Carlisle asks, Laurent ends up with the bat.  I stand with Edward and Rosalie with my sister near the jeep. I watch Edwards eyes lock with James. “I’m afraid your hunting activities have caused something of a mess for us.” Carlisle says. 

“Our apologies. We didn’t realize the territory had been claimed.” Laurent responds and to be frank he seemed nice and genuine but the other two… I don’t know. “Yes, we maintain a permanent residence.” The three have a shared look of surprise from his words.  

“Really? Well we won’t be a problem anymore.” Laurant quickly tells everyone. “The humans were tracking us but we led them east.” The Victoria girl says just as Jasper pitches the ball, Laurent slams it but Alice is already up in a tree in a flash, she catches the ball with a thwap sound as it met her hand. Laurent looked pissed as James smiles, obviously glad he met worthy opponents. 

James is next and it was like a power slam, he runs past first base then Edward, then us two, then wind moves Bella’s hair and before I even realize it James comes to a complete stop. His head whips around to Bella and I, his nostrils flare. “You brought some snacks.” Alice rushes over to me, clinging onto my arm as Jasper was now in front of me beside Edward. 

The Cullens now all in a position. “The girls are with us.” Carlisle says, “We won’t harm them” Laurent reassures him, trying to diffuse the situation. “Just try it.” Emmett says, practically looking for a fight. 

“I think it’s best you leave.” Carlisle says, Rosalie puts her hand on Emmett to calm him down. “Yes, I can see the game is over. We’ll go now.” He says, turning to walk away but looks back. “James.” His hand goes onto the guys shoulder finally getting him to walk away. 

Once they’re gone Esme collects the bats. “Get them out of here. We’ll follow them.” Carlisle says, running off with Jasper and Rosalie towards the other three. Edward scoops up Bella as Alice rushes me to the jeep. Both of them strap us in like little kids. “James is a tracker. I saw his mind. The hunt is his obsession and my reaction set him off.” The two get in and Edward whips the jeep around. As Edward explains things to Bella I look at Alice. “How come my scent effects him?” I whisper to her. “I don’t know, I think it’s like Edward said he’s a hunter.” She sits by me and holds me close to her. 

“The first place he’ll go is your house. He’ll track your scent from there.” Edward says and I jump up as Bella looks horrified. “What?! Charlie’s there, he’s in danger because of me! Because of us!” She shouts and I start breathing heavily, Alice take my hand and tries to soothe me. “Then we’ll lead the tracker away from him somehow.” He calmly replies and I just knew it was to calm Bella down but it’s not working. 

Bella bursts into the house as I sit outside. “I said leave me alone!” Bella yells. “Bella don’t do this. Just think about it please.” Edward pleads and if i didn’t know what was happening I would’ve believed this. “Get out it’s over.” She slams the door and I end up going in a few seconds later. “Bella? What happened?” Charlie asks, his face full of worry. “I have to get out of this place. Out of Forks. I’m leaving and so is [Name].” Bella runs up the stairs, Charlie follows her. My heart breaks as I have to go along with it too. Bella slams the door behind her and he looks down at me. “What happened?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Dad it’s best for us to go. You saw how people treat me.” I explain my part of the reasoning. I walk to my room and Alice stood there handing me my bag. I stand in my room for a little bit then I peck her lips before jogging back over. “I thought you liked him?” Charlie asks and I obviously missed a little bit of the conversation. “That’s why I have to leave. I don’t want this I want to go home.” Bella says. 

Bella then goes to charge down the stairs but Charlie follows her. “Your mother’s not even in Phoenix.” Charlie reminds her. “She’ll come home. I’ll have [Name] call her.” 

“You can’t drive home now. I’ll take you two to the airport tomorrow morning.” I watch his facial expressions and the look makes me want to cry. “I want to drive. I need to think. I’ll pull into a motel in a few hours I promise.” She says and goes down more steps but Charlie blocks her from going further to the door. “Bells I know I’m not around much but I can change that. We can do more things together. [Name] I’ll make sure people stop bothering you. You can go on the rez with Jacob.” He pleads with us and I just hide behind Bella, not wanting to see his hurting expression any more. “Like watch more baseball on the flat screen? Or go to the Coffee shop? Same people, same steak, same berry cobbler every night? That’s you dad. Not me. Not us.” Bella exclaims and I know it hits him hard. I glance up and his eyes focus on me. “Do you… feel that way too?” His voice was soft and it partially broke. I suck in a deep breath. “Yes. I’m tired of being treated like a freak here dad.” I frown. “Bella, [Name]... I just got you two back.” I squeeze my eyes shut having a feeling where this is about to go so we can leave and as much as I don’t want her to go there we need to go. “And if I don’t get out now I’m going to get stuck here like mom did and I don’t want this for [Name] either.” Charlie looks stunned and we take that to our advantage, pushing through him and out of the door. We rush to her truck and she drives away. 

I glance back and see him staring out of the window.

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ok but dick cheating au kinda makes me want jason to swoop in and be unbelievably smug about it

like jay and tim's relationship is at lot and yes jay has hurt tim badly but jason has also never been anything but unfailingly honest with tim

if jason was having issues or doubts or even thinking about cheating on tim he would at least put their relationship on a break instead of self sabotage like dick

i think tim deserves that type of honesty and dick deserves to see tim happy with someone else

and also i'm a jaytim shipper at heart

!!!!! jason and tim have a very different dynamic from the rest of the family. they're not quite brothers and not fully enemies but they're also not quite friends. they're in this weird gray area and so tim's not sure who's more surprised when he goes to jason's apartment after leaving dick's- him or jason.

the only place tim can think to go is jason's because...unlike most of the bats jason is surprisingly nonjudgemental. his disapproval or pity or whatever knee jerk reaction people will have about tim getting cheated on in a relationship is sort of...not there. jason, when he feels like it, is a very calm presence. despite their tumultuous history and even antagonism towards each other tim feels an odd kind of comfort and ease at being around jason. jason is also someone who never hesitates to speak their mind and enforce firm boundaries. so when the family starts calling tim after dick desperately reached out to them, jason doesn't hesitate to tell them to fuck off and leave him alone.

jason is an unexpected pillar of support and a big relief from the rest of the family's tiptoeing.

tim does not tell them why he and dick have broken up. he doesn't want to endure that awkwardness and humiliation of forcing the family to try and navigate the minefield of THEIR breakup. jason accompanies him to dick's apartment to pick up his things because...well jason is the only one who really knows about the circumstances. tim couldn't very well just show up to his apartment without an explanation and so tim had condensed it down to a 'i walked in on dick fucking barbara in our bed and he has the keys to all my apartments can i stay here?'

jason is not some paragon of virtue. tim knows that lying and cheating is something jason does daily to get shit in his part of gotham done but if there's one thing jason isn't- it's indecisive. sometimes he will do something stupid and live with the consequences rather than hem and haw over it. tim respects that. it makes it so that jason is always blunt and brutally honest about stuff whether or not they hurt people's feelings.

so tim knows jason is being truthful when he tells tim he won't let dick talk to him if tim doesn't want to when they pull up to the apartment.

dick cries when tim shows up with boxes. he begs and he pleads and it amazes tim to realize that just a few days ago those sounds would've ripped his heart to shreds. dick also apologizes. a lot. he says it was a mistake that he never meant to do it, he doesn't know what came over him, he loves tim, he doesn't know why he hurt him.

and maybe its true. maybe dick honestly is a victim of his own impulse. but that's up to him to fix. lest he do this to his next partner.

jason keeps dick in one corner of the apartment while tim sorts through their laundry and wraps up antique dishes that belonged to his parents. the rest of his stuff will have to be for movers to take and tim takes pictures of dressers and couches so they can be forwarded to the company. its better to cut this off clean and quick. no mess. tim won't leave even a hair behind so there will be no confusion about this, no excuses for dick to show up at his door with a shirt tim left behind. tim drake is not a forgetful person and so him "forgetting" a knick-knack or shirt behind must be a sign that he was leaving the door cracked for them to possibly reconcile, wasn't it???

no. tim was not doing that. he wasn't THAT big of a masochist. but he had to make sure he cleaned everything out because dick...lingered. every one of dick's breakups was messy and fell into a cycle of repetition and it was never really 'the end'. dick was on again and off again with so many different people and tim was not about to do that. he didn't play games like that and so dick needed to know that whatever they had was off and would stay off.

the first time tim speaks to dick in the hour that he spends cleaning out the apartment is to turn to him and ask for the keys to his other lodgings across the city. and dick just...crumbles. he lets out loud heaving sounds and starts breathing hard and...tim's not heartless. this is clearly hitting dick very hard and...tim has most of his stuff gathered. so tim just tell him to mail him the keys to jason's address.

he's careful not to comfort dick or treat him delicately. that's the job of dick grayson's lover and friends and right now...tim doesn't want to be either.

jason makes it easier.

he's frank and he's honest and he doesn't try to save tim's feelings from telling him exactly what he thinks. that dick is a piece of shit for this but mostly a coward. that this is the kind of disrespect you don't take sitting down. that tim should firebomb dick's car, don't worry jason will cover for him.

jason is short with dick, if not outright rude. barbara gets the same treatment even though tim tells him to leave her alone because it's not like SHE was the one who owed him a commitment of monogamy and trust.

but jason just stares at him and quietly says that she knew full well they were together and she disregarded his entire existence, his feelings, and his relationship for a fuck with a boy who had dropped her numerous times. and plus, like dick, she was too ashamed of herself to even have the balls to properly apologize.

so being around jason is refreshing.

and soon after a few weeks in his apartment tim finally receives all his keys in the mail and a shameful note from dick accompanying it. he's sorry. tim believes him (some part of tim would like to believe that if he'd never walked in on them, if dick fully believed that he could make sure tim never found out- that he still would have told tim and tim still would have done...all this). but that still doesn't change anything.

tim doesn't stay in jason's apartment much longer, he knows how important having a space to yourself is so he doesn't want to be a bother for much longer.

but still, jason continues to talk to him. call him. text him.

tim asks why and is softly pleased by jason's reply that he enjoys spending time with tim.

things with dick are weird. frosty, even, when he gets too comfortable and casual for work acquaintances. but jason tells him to always maintain his boundaries and that dick will either get it eventually or tim will need to bring up an ultimatum so they can work together.

it isn't easy. some days tim wakes up feeling like absolute crap, sometimes he wakes up with nightmares of being on the other side of that door and hearing barbara and dick and the squeak of bed springs.

it was unbelievably selfish jason tells him. so fucking shortsighted and stupid. dick blew up the best relationship he's ever had for a girl he knew it didn't work out with. and babs? god. jason had actually thought she was kind of alright but for her to hurt tim like this when he'd never done a single thing to her?

its safe to say jason hates them. he probably hates dick and babs enough for both of them because most of the time tim can't muster enough strength to feel anything but indifference to both of them. he wonders if that means he should see someone. it's not normal is it? to amputate an entire limb of his soul. the part that belonged to dick.

but it gets easier. slowly.

jason helps. a lot.

even when tim registers his attraction to jason and his sensitivity and the way he gets so indignant at the pain of others, tim still doesn't try to pursue it.

it feels cheap. disingenuous. it feels too much like he'd be treating jason as a rebound following his relationship with dick and tim doesn't want that for jason. jason deserves better. he deserves to be loved wholly and fully with no agenda attached.

but jason has always been someone to go after what he wants and damn the consequences. he asks tim out ignoring how it would look, what people would say.

jason was already a 'reject', already ostracized, he told tim. people already thought the worst of him so who cared if they thought he was an opportunistic parasite who'd been waiting in the shadows for the moment dick and tim's relationship fell apart?

and...jason is good at that. helping tim get out of his own head. helping tim steady himself and figure out what he wants.

he makes him feel like its okay. to disregard what others might think, what dick might think if tim started a relationship with jason.

dick had already shown he could be selfish so...why shouldn't tim do the same?

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #jaytim

[ghouljams]

Normally I wouldn't be on anon, but I'm a little embarrassed about sending in this specific ask since it's a wee bit personal.

I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your portrayal of Moon and Soap's relationship! When I was a little younger, I went through a period of time (about 5-6 years?) where the men I was nearby would play a "fun" game where they would every week or so torment me by coming up to me and admitting they had feelings for me, or ask me on a date.

They, of course, had no intention of actually going out with me, nor did they like me at all, it was merely an enjoyable game to play with the feelings of the weird autistic woman who struggles with social interactions at the best of times. If I went along with it then I was taunted for being so stupid to think someone far better than myself would ever lower themselves far enough to ask me out, and if I denied them? Then I was a stuck-up bitch who thought too highly of herself.

After enduring this for years I've learned that when a man flirts with me my immediate course of action should be to push them away as fast and aggressively as possible. Don't bother trying to find out if there are any actual genuine feelings there, just chase them away. Snap at them. Ignore them. Cut them with words and actions. Don't ever trust that they're being honest.

I think this is why I see so much of myself in Moon. If a handsome beefcake like Soap approached me and started calling me pretty? Yeah, I would definitely try to get rid of him as fast as possible. I mean, a charismatic, gorgeous man like that showing interest? Nah, there must be something suspicious going on.

I like that Moon hisses and spits like a feral cat whenever she sees Soap, regardless of the way she does like him, because that behavior just hits so close to home. And the way that Soap sees through that and just keeps being determined to get through to her? What a man.

I love all your other darlings, it's fun to pretend to be some confident, sociable person in the lovely worlds you've build, but Moon and Soap just feel like home.

I hope this isn't too cringe, I just wanted you to know that your works really touch people <3

It's not cringe at all!! You're saying something true and beautiful, and nothing genuine should be considered cringe.

Moon is one of my favorite characters to write because she's such a delicate balancing act. She's brash and confident in her work, but her self confidence is false at best. She's learned to push people away before they get close enough to hurt her, but she desperately wants people close. In my mind Moon likely went through a similar experience of people asking her out or flirting with her as a joke. I see her as a very weird and lonely kid (interpret that as you will) that had one or two close friends and didn't really bloom until she went to college. I see her settling in the cowboy's town as her chance to reinvent herself, so she becomes the person she wished she'd been during those rough times: someone tough and take no shit, always speaking her mind, not being afraid to say "no" or tell someone to fuck off.

And Soap sees through that because he's the same way! Soap just went the opposite direction: charming, funny, lots of smiles and confidence to hide that he's sort of fucked up inside. Soap's deeply serious, he needs validation from the people around him, he's desperate to do good in the world, he's reckless and bull headed, and stubborn as shit, but people don't like that so he becomes someone else. Of course he'd want to chase down the one person that would understand that, that can see through his cocksure layers to the intelligent asshole underneath. In his mind there's no one else he could ever love, that would love him the way Moon can, wholly.

That's not to say they don't have their problems, but I don't think they ever have a genuine argument. They might bicker but it's never genuine, and the times when they hurt each other it's always quick to resolve. Soap trusts that Moon is only trying to protect herself, that she doesn't want to hurt him, she's just scared. Truthfully I think he's a little scared too, scared that his charm doesn't work on her, that she sees him for who he is and still treats him the same way she does everyone, that he feels so strongly about her. I think he's scared of how eagerly he keeps coming back, because he knows once she lets him in he'll never be able to let her go. (and I think Moon knows that too, that once Soap has her she'll never want to leave, and what is she supposed to do if he doesn't want her anymore?)

#ghoul speaks #x oc #cod x oc #oc: moon #john soap mactavish x oc #john soap mactavish #long post #I'm so sorry that happened to you my love #an unfortunately common experience but a cruel one none the less #I love writing confident readers because I'm not terribly confident #honestly I relate to Moon and Witch more than anyone #these sorts of wounds leave lasting scars #but I hope you're in a place of healing now

[bananadrinkxxx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (2)

[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

Only for 18+

[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]

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"I heard she removed Aemond's eye with a spoon and ate it afterwards."

Apparently, Aemond was not the only psychopath at this school. What sane person would start such perverse rumors?

The rumors were awful.

She would love to go to these girls and smack the bullshit out of them.

Jacaerys liked to claim that Lucy had trouble controlling herself but she wasn't the one looking for someone else's eye.

Well, in reality she already did it, but it wasn't planned. Aemond planned her death. Big Difference.

Damn, she had been a child and tried to protect her brother.

She wasn't a bad person.

He attacked. She protected.

Aemond Tarargyen, on the other hand, a full-time psychopath, seemed to have a plan to make her life miserable before he would kill her.

He was just everywhere.

When she came out of the classroom, he walked past her, when she visited her brother, he was suddenly there, and when she had to go to the toilet, he suddenly had to go the same way.

This man had made it his top priority to torment her before he wanted to remove her eye.

"Can't you fuck off?," she said when Aemond surprisingly bumped into her. Again.

"This school doesn't belong to you, little Lucy. I know you are used to get what you want without any consequences but here I am the one who rules," Aemond snarled. "By the way, I'm assigned to you, I think you'll have to endure my presence a little longer. Stay strong."

Ah, the popular joke about her real father again.

Harwin Strong was a businessman in a rival company and her mother was said to have had an affair with him that produced Jace and Lucy.

Since she and Leanor both had silvery blonde hair, it was easy to assume that they weren't Leanor's children.

But her mother had never admitted it, and Leanor never said something.

"Well, very funny, now that you're done with your stupid jokes, you can fuck off and take your shit to-" Lucy winced as Aemond shoved her into a small side corridor and pushed her against the wall.

That seemed to be his habit.

Pushing people against walls.

Or at least her.

"This is my fucking school, niece. Who do you think you are?" He held her arms tightly. She was sure she would see his prints there in the morning. He looked down at her, hard and unyielding. He was a head taller than her, if not even more, and never had Lucy felt so small.

As a child, she has been taller than Aemond, despite their age difference, but that had more than doubled in his favor. The little crybaby Aemond was now a man. To her misfortune.

Puberty did hit him too hard.

"Let me go right now, Aemond," she ordered, tried to free herself but Aemond looked down at her mockingly. Her attempts were pathetic.

"Or what? Are you going to take my other eye then?"

She really longed for that at the moment.

"I've already apologized!"

"You can keep your apology. I desire something else from you," Aemond breathed, pressing her even harder against the wall. If that was even possible. No sheet of paper would fit between them. She had never been so close to anyone before. Her heart was beating wildly against her chest. What the hell was this? "How does it feel, little Lucy? Knowing that I could take your eye anytime, hmm? Do you want to know how it made me feel? Or is everything forgotten and forgiven to you after your sweet apology?"

There was nothing in the world that could save her.

Her mother had made it very clear that she would be spending this school year at King's Landing, and Jacaerys was more concerned about his affairs with some girls than anything else.

What was his advice ? Keep cool ?

The next time he had another argument with Aegon, his blood splattered everywhere, Lucy would recommend a loving 'Keep cool' as well.

She flinched as Aemond's fingers touched her lips.

Would it be a good idea to bite him now? Then he would not only be the one-eyed Aemond but also the fingerless one.

"So will you give me your eye?," he asked. "Or shall I take something else?"

My life? My money? My pure soul?

"Tell me, Lucy," Aemond breathed "Why are you shaking so much? Is it because of me? Has never anyone ever touched you before?"

By the old gods. His words sounded so filthy. Did he do that on purpose?

"Even if someone had touched me, it's none of your fucking business," she hissed and Aemond laughed in response.

She tried to free herself but he pushed her harder against the wall. Pressed against the wall without escape. It made her feel his muscles under his shirt.

He took her breath away, twisted her world and she couldn't help but think about how his skin would feel against hers.

"Even if? So I'd be the first to-"

"Aemond?"

They both looked to the right. Lucy embarrassed and shocked that they had been caught and Aemond murderous that he had been interrupted.

A girl with long black hair and tanned skin stood not far from them and stared at them.

Her gaze was disdainful as she ran it over Lucy. "Who is this?"

Aemond let his gaze slide back to Lucy and the corners of his mouth turned up. She did not like his look. He looked down on her like a wild animal ready to devour its prey.

"My new playmate," Aemond replied in amusement, gently stroking Lucy's cheek with his long fingers before pulling away, leaving her pressed against the wall like an idiot.

He left her without a second glance and threw his arm around the strange girl, who gave Lucy a hostile look before letting Aemond pull her along.

Lucy clutched her chest, which was rising and falling uncontrollably.

It was worse than she had expected. Maybe she shouldn't wait until Aemond killed her. Maybe it would be better if she faked her own death.

This school year was going to be horrific.

Aemond was not only a psychopath but also an arrogant bastard.

And everyone in that goddamn school seemed to respect him.

Or fear. Often these two feelings were close to each other.

"His mother was here yesterday," Baela informed him. "Aemond beat up some classmate for pulling his eye patch off."

"Sounds fair," judged Rhaena.

"Before that, they say Aemond pushed him against the lockers."

"And now it sounds a lot less fair."

"And has he been suspended?" Lucy asked hopefully.

Baela gave her a pitying look.

"Unfortunately not, our uncle spoke to Mr. Velaryon. He got only a warning," Rhaena shared. Lucy had to organize her thoughts for a moment. By uncle she meant her uncle Viserys, who ironically was Lucy's grandfather.

It was all very confusing.

"And that's what happens when you have a powerful man as your father," Baela interjected as she put another spoonful of soup in her mouth. It was already her third plate and Lucy wondered when she'd finally stuffed the black hole in her stomach.

"Aemond is an asshole and one of the reasons is that Viserys always gets him out of those situations."

Lucy could only agree.

They all looked up as Alys River's laughter echoed through the hall.

She sat on Aemond's lap and seemed to be having fun while Aemond looked almost bored.

He sat back in his chair, legs spread wide and one arm over the seat back.

"Look at him, how he sits there like he is the god damn king of this school."

They all looked at him. "Well, he kind of is, the king of this school. His minions love him and do everything he says."

Suddenly, Aemond's gaze shifted to them and Baela and Rhaena jumped in shock.

They looked back at their plates as fast as they could, but Lucy felt ... consumed.

Aemond's gaze pierced her and robbed her of the ability to think. Why did he have so much power over her?

A knowing smile appeared on his lips and he winked at her.

Annoyed, Lucy rolled her eyes and turned around.

It was best if she tried to avoid him.

It was like some bad cheesy teen drama when she walked out of the secretariat and walked straight into Hugh Hammer.

Hugh Hammer was big and would have knocked her over if he hadn't caught her at the last second.

She was momentarily dizzy from the impact.

"Are you alright?" he asked looking at her worried.

He was pretty. He had brown eyes with long eyelashes and light blonde hair.

His face was very square and his build was similar to Aemond's, only slightly shorter and broader.

As Lucy ran her gaze over his body, she saw the muscles showing beneath his clothing.

"You mean after you almost killed me?" she asked wryly and he laughed.

"You ran into me. As quickly as you stormed out of the secretariat, it's a wonder you didn't kill me," he joked and she laughed.

She had called her mother begging her to take her out of school, but the only thing that had come from her was that her life hadn't been easy either.

Thanks for nothing, mum.

She decided to write a long farewell letter explaining that it was her fault that she had to suffer so much before Aemond finally had mercy and put an end to her suffering.

"I'm Hugh," he introduced himself and Lucy took his outstretched hand.

"Lucerya but my friends call me Lucy," and Aemond Targaryen who was doing whatever he wanted. Little Lucy. Sweet.

"Lucerya? Are you Jacaerys' little sister?"

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're friends with him?"

Hugh laughed.

"No, I was in the same year as Aegon before he had to repeat. Jacaerys is just very popular, and word has it his sister is going to our boarding school."

Apparently, Jacaerys wasn't lying about his supposed popularity after all. People here were crazy. Maybe she should drop that he cries when he sleeps.

"Are you at the party tonight?"

"What party?"

"Your brother's party?" Hugh asked in surprise and looked confused.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

Jacaerys, that little asshole, that little worm, that little dwarf, didn't invite her.

Hugh would think she was a boring loser if she confessed to him now.

"Ah, the party. Sorry, always so busy I forgot." She laughed like a crazy bitch. All she had to do was open one of her books and dream that she was somewhere else. Far away. "Of course I'll come."

"Cool," Hugh replied, smiling. He was so cute.

"See you tonight then, Lucy."

Now all she had to do was find out where this party was taking place.

And killing her brother for not inviting her.

Did sound like a good plan.

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[beels-burger-babe]

Your Own Pace

***I am academically exhausted constantly now -a-days and just cried over an essay that is a week and half late that I spent an hour on a paragraph just to find out everything in the paragraph was false. I will now vent and comfort myself with demon boys. Don't mind me.***

Summary: Sometimes, school is just really fucking hard. But that doesn't mean you have to do it alone.

Attending the Royal Academy of Diavolo wasn't easy.

You were in classes constantly learning new things that was common knowledge to everyone else in the room. You were forced to endure subjects that you had purposefully avoided in the human world because you knew that you had neither the interest nor intellect to pursue them. And with all the drama that came with living in the House of Lamentation, it felt like you were always a week behind, playing an endless game of catch up.

It was exhausting. You were exhausted. But you never thought you were this exhausted

"Are you kidding- URAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

Satan's head shot up at not only the sound of your infuriated scream, but the spike of wrath that just plummeted down his spine. With a frown, he sat up from his reading chair in his bedroom and poked his head out into the hallway.

Beelzebub and Mammon were in similar states, he noticed, spotting their heads also looking out towards your bedroom door.

They all looked back and blinked at each other. "Should we ..." Mammon started glancing over at the door once more.

Beel simply hummed, before making his way over to your room.

It was Satan who was voted to knock. "MC? Is ... Are you alright?" he asked with some hesitance.

The door ripped open, and the tree demons had to take a moment to process what was in front of them.

You hair was greatly disheveled with an eerily likeness to that of a mad scientist. There was a crazed gleam in your eyes, that even as you looked at them, Satan couldn't help but notice that they weren't fully focused. You chest was heaving with stuttered breaths behind your tightly, locked jaw. "What?" you snapped. "I'm trying to work."

Beel frowned. "But you screamed?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, your eyes looking up to the ceiling. "Yes. Because this essay is beating the absolute shit out of me."

Beelzebub, once again blinked. "Is your essay enchanted? Are you injured?"

Feeling anger begin to bubble up inside of you once more, Satan quickly cut off his brother. "I don't think that's what they meant, Beel. They mean they're having a hard time with it," he turned to you with a curious expression. "Talk to me. What's going on? Maybe I can help."

You huffed, arms dropping to your side. "No. I don't want help. I know I can do it on my own, but-" Another aggrivated growl ripped from your throat. "Nothing is clicking! It's so fucking stupid! This class! This fucking essay! Not to mention it's already a week and a half late! I hate it so much!"

"MC," Mammon began, his blue eyes filling with concern. "It's alright-"

"It's not-" your voice finally cracked. "Wh-What if I never finish it? This paper is worth 30 per cent! I'll fail the class a-and a-nd-"

You were suddenly engulfed by Beel's arms as he held you tightly. Your body tensed instinctively as you fought to free yourself before melting into the demon's embrace. Your eyes burned as you felt your chest grow impossibly tight.

"It's okay," Beel whispered. "Even if you fail, which you most likely won't, it's not the end of the world. It's just a class-"

You frantically shook your head. "No. It's not. I need it for the program. I need it!"

Satan moved forward and ran a hand through your hair. "You need rest. You can always retake the course another time if the worst case happens. You can go at your own pace, MC. But this isn't healthy. You shouldn't be this stressed out over a paper."

Mammon hummed as he joined Beel in the hug. "It's okay to be stressed. It's okay to cry. Just, know we don't expect you to be fucking prodigy or somethin'. Just let it out."

Suddenly, you had no say in the matter. Tears broke free from the damn behind your eyes as gut wrenching sobs, as heavy as boulders, rattled your form like a window in a storm.

The brothers didn't move. They didn't say a word. They just held you. And they would keep holding you until you were ready for them to let go.

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[winters-dream]

cw/tw: death, suicide

Hero slammed the hotel door shut and let out a long sigh of relief, their head leaned against the dingy oak. It was no easy feat paying for this room in cash, but with enough insistence, the hotel clerk accepted Villain’s money. They and the hero wasted no time getting to their room, Hero letting Villain take the lead considering that running from the law was their strength.

Hero locked the door and turned to face the rest of the room, heaving another sigh. They looked at Villain who paced furiously back and forth in the small room. They’d occasionally meet Hero’s eyes before shaking their head and looking back down at the ground. 

They mumbled something under their breath, too low for Hero to hear. They were obviously upset by the situation at hand, Hero wanted to provide some form of comfort for the villain; they knew better than anyone else this situation was far from ideal. On the run from the law with someone who’s supposed to be your enemy: it’d make anyone go stir crazy.

 They opened their mouth to speak but Villain beat them to the punch, voice filled with venom as they did.

“This is all your fault, by the way,” said Villain. “If you hadn’t blabbed your mouth to the others about my identity, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“You mean we wouldn’t be in this mess.” said Hero, earning a scoff from Villain. 

“Oh, be real,” they paused in their pacing as they spoke. “You and I both know that no matter the outcome, you’ll still come out of this as the good guy. I’m the only one that’s fucked in this.”

“That’s not true,” Hero made a move to grab onto Villain’s arm, but they were quick to jerk away, warding off Hero’s touch. “Villain I’m only looking out for you, I’m trying to guide back onto the right path in life—”

“I never asked for you to look out for me,” interrupted Villain. They had stopped pacing completely and faced Hero with a pained expression. 

“I never wanted you to ‘guide’ me anywhere,” they continued. “I’m fucked up. This is who I am, who I’ve always been. Okay? There has never been a ‘right path’ for me. I was born this way. There is no such thing as redemption for someone like me. I don’t need you trying to change that.”

Hero stood silent as Villain spoke, stunned by the raw pain in their voice. They opened their mouth to say something, but Villain had more to say, cutting Hero off with a look.

“And I know,” said the villain, their voice dipped in poison. “You’re not really helping me. Not for my sake. For yours, to make yourself look good. To get some ‘Hero of the Year’ award.”

“That’s not true,” said the hero. “That’s not why I’m doing this to you. I’m doing this for you. This may be hard to believe, but I do care about you and I want to see you live a good life.”

A scoff pushed past Villain’s lips as they ran a frustrated hand through their hair. “Well you’ve got one thing right: I find that extremely hard to believe.”

They took a few steps towards Hero, using a great deal of willpower just to control their breathing. “You do this all the time. You keep saying you care, claim you just want what’s best for me. Yet you alway pull the same shit. This is the third time this month I had to hide from the agency. This time they know my real name.”

“Villain, we just want to help you,” tried Hero. “We all want to help.”

Villain shook their head, the pain in their chest heavy. “Stop lying to me. I know it’s a trick,” they whispered. “They want me dead, they want me to rot in a cell. They’re not gonna be happy until I’ve endured the same pain I’ve caused everyone else. I’m not stupid.”

Hero violently shook their head, reaching out to hold Villain. They succeeded, their hands cupping both sides of their face in an attempt to calm the criminal before them. They brushed their fingers through Villain’s messy locks, one of the few pieces of physical contact the villain ever seemed to like.

“Of course, you’re not stupid, no one said you were,” they said. “We have a plan, it’s mainly for the public’s view. You’ll get arrested and then in a few years, I’ll let you out. You can come out of this a new person. Changed. Someone who does good instead of evil. You can—”

“Hero, stop,” Villain yelled. They pulled away from the Hero, like their touch burned them. “I know. I  know. This isn’t for me. It’s for you. You just want the public to like you better, it’s always been about you.”

Hero sighed, giving up on trying to convince them. “Listen, we’re running out of time. We’ll talk about this in the car.”

Car?

Villain paused, giving Hero an incredulous look. “What car?”

“The car to the agency,” said Hero. “I sent them our location, they’ll be here any minute now.”

Villain stilled, staring at Hero in horror. The betrayal that they displayed on their face was muted compared to the pain they felt in their heart. Their mouth hung open in shock as they desperately tried to find the joke in Hero’s words. 

Hero reached out for Villain’s hand, Villain made no move to stop them. Their whole body felt numb, buzzing with adrenaline that begged them to flee.

“Villain, this is a good thing,” tried the Hero. They offered a small smile that Villain didn’t return. “We can go back together, and you can turn over a new leaf.”

Villain shook their head. “No,” they whispered. “I don’t think so. Only you will be returning to the agency.”

Before Hero could question what they said, Villain had already moved. Faster than the eye could see, Villain had Hero pinned to the wall with a knife shoved through their hands to keep them in place. It all happened so fast, too fast for Hero to properly react as the pain quickly caught up, eliciting a whimper to fly from their mouth. They watched as Villain backed away, filling their belt with all of the weapons they’d brought with them.

“Villain,” they called. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving,” they said plainly. “When the others come for us, they’ll only find you. Don’t come looking for me, I never want to see your face again.”

They look at the Hero, the sad gaze in their eyes saying more than their words ever could. Tears had begun to well in the villain’s eyes as they thought about the past they had with the Hero. 

How they had started out as enemies, fighting each other with the intent to kill. How that hate had slowly dissolved as they had started to learn things about the other. Mundane things that humanized them, made them more than just a hero and a villain. How they had slowly fallen in love over time. How alive and safe Villain had felt when they were held close in Hero’s arms. How Hero tried to pull them away from villainy before.

How their whole relationship felt like a lie now.

“Maybe you’re too blind to see it,” said the villain, their voice wavering with every word. “But you have changed me. In so many ways. You have made me feel things I never thought I’d ever be capable of feeling. Actually made me hate myself a little less. Did you know that last week was the first time in years I looked in the mirror and actually liked the person staring back?”

“You did that,” they continued. “It might have not been the change you wanted, but—”

They stopped. They had to stop before they began to sob. They  spared Hero one last longing glance before disappearing through the hotel door, leaving Hero to cry in a mixture of physical and emotional pain.

Villain wandered aimlessly through the town, somehow finding themselves in the forest. They didn’t know where their feet were taking them, they had no clear destination in mind. They just walk. And walked and walked and walked until their legs gave out and they knelt in a grassy patch on the forest ground. 

That’s when they let it out. 

They sobbed, high and loud, letting all of their pain and frustration be known in that one somber note. They took a knife and stabbed it into the ground. Then again. Over and over,  disrupting the soil and destroying any plants that stood in that small area in front of them. They didn’t stop, not until the knife accidentally came down and planted itself in the villain’s thigh.

They were never going to recover from this. Hero was the last anchor Villain had to cling onto, and they had pried their fingers off without a second thought. Villain’s life was basically over now that Hero had exposed their identity. They’d never know peace again. So they did the only thing that made sense to them and pulled the knife out of their thigh and drove it straight into their heart.

#felmale writers #my own #writing #fantasy #imagines #oneshot #writers of tumblr #hero #villain #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #betrayal #runaway

[astaraels]

Omg, I’d love to hear more about the galladads/starr verse universe!!! ❤️ what would mick and ian be like at the first school event they go to with starr? A little outta place over protective dads?! ❤️❤️

Oh man, I feel like they'd feel so out of place because they're so obviously not her parents, but her bio parents disowned her and so somehow through the magic of fanfic they're able to at least become her legal guardians. (it probably takes a LOT of paperwork considering prison time and all that but this is fiction I do what I want!)

So Ian is insistent that they dress nice to make a good impression and Mickey doesn't see why his regular clothes are a problem but he puts on a nice button up anyway (and Ian ties a tie for him <3) and Starr is so chill okay—fuck you guys she's not nervous or anything—and they go to her school, talk to her teachers and everything

They are glad to see a couple of other kids that say hi to her in the hallway and everything, and she's all quiet and a little bit shy (aka the exact opposite of her regular personality—she first showed up all anxious and angry when the guys took her in, but she's gotten to be pretty bubbly and boisterous and really come out of her shell lately) and Ian tries to give Mickey a Look™ about it but Mickey is just worried about the kid

And thankfully Starr enrolled at school after she's started taking blockers and such, and she's socially presenting as a girl, so she doesn't have a lot of people misgendering her like they did at her old school, although anyone who does will be very quickly corrected—it'd probably be teachers since they'd be more aware of the situation? But most of her teachers are pretty chill and call her Starr and use she and all that

But yeah anyone steps a toe outta line and the guys have got her back. Like I said before Mickey would walk into this knowing nothing about trans stuff, but same as with Ian's bipolar he would do his research because it's important to the people he considers family, and they've very quickly accepted her into their family

But I do think that there's probably some stupid assholes who give Starr a hard time at school (as there always is) and Mickey gets super protective of her—he's there to pick her up and makes sure the bullies get a good look at him, knuckle tats and all, so they know exactly what they've got coming if they mess with his kid (not that Ian is above giving asshole bullies a good punch in the face, but "they're teenagers, Mick, you can't hit them!" "you think they know that? fuck no")

Also he tells Starr that if she's gotta then she can tell people she lives with ex-cons so that the bullies get scared away (she tells him that no, she'll fight her battles, and Mickey's like "okay then I'm at least gonna teach you how to throw a punch" and poor Ian gets to be the punching bag 😂)

I feel like they'd try to help build up her confidence and give her the tools to protect herself, you know? Especially because they want her to feel like she's safe in a world that's not always kind to people like her, and she deserves a chance at a good life. Ian also gets her signed up for like, boxing classes or something after school when she talked about being interested in doing something like that. But she also loves doing girly things like shopping, and Mickey endures the mall now and again for her sake (lbr he grumbles the whole time but he's there okay) and Ian always asks her to show them what she got since she clearly comes home all excited about it

I just love them letting her have the chance to be a kid and a teenager and give her a sense of autonomy while still trying to make sure she stays safe. They remember their own lives growing up and want her to have the best of everything that she can, especially with what she's already gone through. And yeah, she'd be a stubborn bratty kid sometimes but Ian had to deal with all his siblings, he's used to it :p he'd read parenting books for foster parents and figure out the best way to meet her where she's at, that sort of thing

okay I think that's all for now because this reply went on a lot longer than I expected but! I hope you enjoyed some more Starr verse ramblings! I love talking about her she's my new favorite OC tbh

#Starr verse #I feel like the biggest takeaway is that they'd want her to have better than what they did and work to make sure it happens #galladads #gallavich #I answered this first thing when I woke up this morning so I hope it's at least somewhat coherent!!!

[smilingformoney]

For that author ask: Perspective Flip

I’ve been wanting to read a fic from Snape’s pov (first person) for a while

First of all, thanks for your patience, Anon. It took me a few days to decide which scene I wanted to try from Snape's POV, and then I had to find time to write it.

Because I hate myself, I didn't choose a fluffy or smutty scene, but went for the ultimate angst and chose his death scene 🙃

Not The End

Content/warnings: blood, Snape lives, but he doesn't think so, soul of ice spoilers

Read on Ao3 or below:

When the Dark Lord gave the command, my heart dropped.

It could not end this way. I hadn’t yet reached Potter, I hadn’t told Persephone I loved her one last time, I hadn’t said my goodbyes to my daughter…

I screamed. I couldn’t help it. The pain of the snake’s fangs sinking into my neck was too great. It felt as if she were trying to sever my very head from my shoulders, but instead she tore a chunk from my neck, penetrating my jugular with precision. She withdrew, and I felt my knees buckle.

I had failed. Failed in my final task, leaving it all for naught. I had failed them all, all who relied on me, whether they knew it or not. Failed my daughter, whose voice I could hear now, screaming for me…

My back hit the wall behind me, just as something exploded some feet away - I closed my eyes instinctively, and when I fell, it felt as if the floor would never reach me. The Dark Lord was speaking, and yet I was still falling…

Except I wasn’t falling. My eyes fluttered open as I realised I hadn’t yet hit the ground… because I had been caught.

In the distance, I saw the Dark Lord’s robes sweep behind him as he left the room, leaving behind his favourite servant to bleed to death.

I turned my head as much as I could, and I swore I was hallucinating.

How could she be here?

She was in the castle, hopefully safe but doubtless fighting - why would she be in the Shrieking Shack?

She must have followed me. The stupid, brilliant girl that she was, refusing to leave my side even at the end of all things.

“Abbie…” I mumbled, not daring to raise my voice with such pain searing through my neck. Even so, I was determined to speak, to tell her all I could. “I -”

“Shut up!” Abbie yelled, and I felt my blood on my cheek. No, that wasn’t right - it wasn’t blood at all. It was her tears, my daughter’s tears, sobbing as she held my dying form. Too much pain, too much, for one so young…

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking die on me, you idiot.”

If I had any strength left, I might have chuckled. As it was, I managed only the faintest of gasps. Despite the horror she was enduring, my brave daughter kept herself together enough to withdraw her wand and incant a spell I had taught her many years ago.

“Vulnera sanentur… vulnera sanentur…”

Whether the spell was working or not, I had no idea - the sting of skin stitching together would be drowned out by the pain I was in as the snake’s poison spread through my veins.

It turns out the old adage is true: your life really does flash before your eyes in the moments before you die.

As she continued to cast her spell, fighting back against her sobs, I recalled the day our roles were reversed; the day I had cradled her unconscious body in my arms as she bled out, and it had taken all the occlumency I could muster to push down my fear and focus on healing her wound.

She could not save me, I was sure of it. But she could keep me alive a little longer, long enough that I could complete my final task, that I could die knowing I hadn’t failed her in the end.

I had spent my entire life keeping my thoughts, my feelings and my memories locked securely inside my mind. Now, I opened the floodgates and allowed it all to rush out, the memories streaming out of my eyes, my mouth, my ears.

“Potter,” I mumbled. “Take… it…”

I hadn’t even realised he was there. I had expected Abbie to take the memories to him. But suddenly he was there, a vial in his hand, scooping up as many of my memories as he could. I looked up at him, and for the first time, I looked past James’ face and into Lily’s eyes, a glistening emerald green; and despite it all, despite the hatred and distrust between us, still Potter seemed to fear for my life.

He backed away, his hand wrapped securely around the vial, and I knew my job was done.

I felt the poison begin to take me, and my vision was fading. Instinctively, I grabbed my daughter’s arm, holding her for the last time as tightly as I could with the little strength I had.

“Abbie… remember… remember I love you…”

She had to know. I had told her, yes, but not enough, not nearly enough. I should have told her every day, every time I saw her. I should have made sure she knew I loved her more than I ever believed was possible.

The stubborn girl didn’t give up. I wanted her to embrace me, to let me die holding her, but instead she applied a salve to my neck, and fresh tears fell from her eyes as she cursed loudly, my death not yet over.

“He’s poisoned!” Abbie cried out in a broken voice. “Help me sit him up.”

I felt several pairs of hands lift me from Abbie’s lap and place me against the wall, but I lacked even the strength to lift my head.

She would never give up. That, I was sure of. She would fight until my last breath, never admitting defeat. She was too stubborn, too brave, to take any other course. She loved me too much.

A bezoar, Potter suggested. Yes, a bezoar, just like the one I threw down her throat all those years ago, back when I was so foolish as to think I could live a life without her, until she had threatened to take it away herself and I pulled her back from the brink by sheer luck that I carried a bezoar at all times.

It was a habit befitting a potions master… a habit that I had difficulty breaking even after leaving the post.

A habit I still practised to that day.

A glimmer of hope. A spark of possibility. A dream that perhaps - maybe - if I was fortunate… it might not be the end after all.

That hope was all I had left, and it gave me the strength I needed to lift my hand to my pocket. Yes, it was there, I could feel it… the smallest of stones, sitting in the depths of my pocket, waiting for this day.

“Here…” I mumbled. “M’pocket…”

A hand reached into my pocket, and then my daughter was pushing the stone between my lips, tilting my head back.

“Swallow it!” she begged. “Swallow it or I’ll kill you myself!”

Swallow… yes. I felt as if I had only seconds to live, my vision was fading, my thoughts were slowing… but my love for her still burned like a fire in my heart, and so I drew strength from there, strength enough to swallow the stone.

It was mere moments before the stone’s magic began to rush through my veins, but the moments stretched themselves thin, my heart pounding as it fought back against the poison.

It must have worked, because she cried out with relief and buried her head against my shoulder. And… yes, my strength had come back some, as I lifted my arm to cradle her head. I tried to smile. Whether I managed, I didn’t know, because she was sobbing with her head pressed against my heart.

“You idiot!” she cried into my robes. “You stupid - fucking - dickhead - moron - asshole! Don’t you ever - ever - do that again!”

Yes, it was working, alright. I could feel the antipoison rushing through my veins. My heartbeat rose again, my vision cleared… and there she was, looking at me now. She was covered in her tears and my blood, her hair was a mess, and she was beautiful. An angel come to save me from the brink of death.

I blinked slowly. I felt light in the head, and although my grip on consciousness was fading still, I knew now that I was only passing out.

“Abbie…” I mumbled. I had so much to say to her. I love you. You are extraordinary. I love you. I’m going to sleep now. I love you. I promise to wake up. I love you, I love you, I love you.

“May I… pass out now?” I asked.

She laughed. Despite everything, she laughed at the notion that I would ask for permission.

“Yes,” she said. “Just make sure you wake up again.”

I smiled.

“I… promise…”

And I meant it.

Then I slept.

#severus snape #pro snape #dad snape #snabbie #soul of ice #snape fanfic

[thebigoblin]

Everything

I'm supposed to be studying for my exams, instead I wrote this. I had to do 2 chapters! (short ones, would barely take me an hour, but still!) This might be the first installment of a series. Idk, my muse is unpredictable.

Anyways... here ya go, my fellow sterek lovers <3

PS: won't be putting this on AO3 yet, I'm not opening that again till my last exam is over. Now on AO3 after some minor edits! And wowza i did not realize this thing was more 2k words lmao. I was thinking this a lil ficlet oof.

One should never fuck with a genie, otherwise they fuck with you.

How does Stiles know this? Because he's an idiot. An idiot who rubbed the lamp even after Lydia told him not to, and asked for a wish he really wishes he hadn't. And the worst part of it all?

He's all alone now.

*

He wakes up floating in the air. He screams, because he can see the forest floor below him, and he's definitely gonna fall so he needs to brace himself—

"Where the hell are my legs?!"

"Gone," the genie giggles. She's blue in hue, white jewels around her white eyes, and she has her teal long hair in knots the same way Stiles' stomach is now. Stiles gulps. She laughs. "You wished for this, Stiles."

And with that, she's gone.

Stiles doesn't fall, but he wishes he had. Especially when he sees his dad trudging through the forest with K9 dogs, unaware of his existence even though he shouts, cries, and yearns.

His dad looks up, but never at him. He tries to touch his dad, make him aware of his existence, but all his dad does is look terrified of something Stiles doesn't know of and unaware of Stiles' mere existence.

Finally, his dad leaves, muttering, "Stupid teenagers and stupid games."

Stiles follows, because that's the only thing he can do right now.

*

Turns out, this isn't 2013, and this isn't post senior year. He's in 2011, and this is the morning after Stiles and Scott had found Laura's body and Scott had gotten bitten. Except, in this freaky world, Stiles doesn't exist.

Why would Scott even go to the forest at night if Stiles didn't force him? Scott's said it himself, that if it wasn't for him Scott never would have had to endure the life he has. He could have been normal. If only Stiles wasn't there.

And in this world, Stiles wasn't.

He gets the answer the same time Melissa gets it, her mascara smudged, wedding ring on her finger, matching his dad's, both of them sitting on the couch of Stiles' childhood home.

"We haven't located him yet," his dad is saying, voice tinged with regret and fury. "That kid. What could have been so important that he went to the forest in the middle of the night? And after I told him about the body!"

So Laura is still dead, huh. He wonders why even this world is taking from Derek, but that's forgotten when Melissa says this —

"Did you ask Jackson? He knows everything that Scott does. He must know where our son is!"

Jackson and Scott are friends in this world? What even? Stiles had always believed that he was the only thing keep Scott from being cool and popular, and now he knows this to be true. If Stiles never existed, then Scott would have had a much better childhood. And much cooler people to hand out with.

"I did. He says Scott was terrified of the killer and had wanted Jackson to come over for a sleepover, but Lydia didn't let him." At least those two are still together. "And that was the last thing Jackson and Scott talked about."

Melissa looks up, staring straight at his dad. "And?"

His dad never beats around the bush. As a cop, it's much better to be blunt than to dance around the truth, and right here, right now, he's a cop delivering a bad news to a woman whose child is missing.

"And Scott had a fight with Lydia over that, apparently, and he went to cool down at his favorite spot in town." His dad pauses, and Stiles' stomach drops out.

"Where, John. Where?"

He says in sync with his dad, "In the preserve." And then in sync with Melissa, "Damn it Scott!"

*

Scott comes home in the evening, unscratched and alive, and it seems like he hasn't been bitten, and Stiles is glad for a moment, but then he sees things. Like Scott scrunching his face on the second floor when the main door opens and shuts, Melissa leaving for work, her worries for her son soothed. Like Scott laughing at seemingly nothing, but then Stiles goes down and sees that his dad's watching a rom-com in the living room. And most damning of all, the next day, Scott does the thing with the pen. He gives it to Allison right as she enters the class, like he heard she forgot hers — even with multiple walls and a good amount of distance between where that conversation happened and where Scott was sitting in the class.

And then Stiles realizes, he never had anything to do with this. It was Scott's destiny to become a werewolf, and it doesn't matter if Stiles is there or not. It's Scott's destiny.

"His destiny was always to become a True Alpha."

He's in his not-bedroom, sitting on Scott's bed, contemplating his original wish. He was upset at the time; Scott had reinforced his belief of Stiles ruining his life, and he'd just found out about the genie lamp Lydia ordered from... somewhere. It was like fate, him wishing to never exist, so that the people in his life could have a better life without him.

He's contemplating whether or not that wish was even warranted, and what are all the implications of him never existing in this world, what else changes, and if it doesn't really; that's when the genie decides to come back, a somber look on her face.

"He wasn't."

She scares the shit out of him, her hand on his knee, comforting but cold. He shrieks, and she gives a little smile, shakes her head. Repeats, "He wasn't meant to be an Alpha."

And Stiles tells her everything.

"Me being there... it doesn't matter. He became a werewolf in this world, because it was destiny." And, "I don't impact the people around me." And, "Nobody would miss me. Nobody. I'm just a nuisance. It's great for them that I don't exist in this world."

The genie looks at him sadly. "No, Stiles," she cups his cheeks, and he lets him, lets her wipe his tears with her thumb. It's comforting, like his mother's voice or her laugh. "That's not true. You matter. You matter in ways you don't even realize."

"Do I, really? Do I?"

"Yes. Scott was never meant to be a True Alpha, but you know who is? This person." She snaps her fingers, and they're in the charred remains of the Hale House suddenly, sitting on its burnt floor. Stiles' heartbeat quickens, and he sees him then — sad, angry, and terrified, all at once, all of it in his eyebrows, his face a marble statue carved out of a constant state of paranoia.

"Derek."

"Derek Hale," the genie agrees.

"He was...? But he gave up his powers. To save Cora. And then—"

"And then Derek's power weakened. It didn't vanish. For any other Alpha, the spark would have been depleted completely, but not for Derek."

"Not for Derek?"

"Not for the greatest Alpha to walk this land since the very first Alpha that ever existed." Stiles is too stunned to speak. All he can do is look at the Derek sitting in the corner of the destroyed living room, gripping a folded photo in his hands, looking so young yet so old. Wracked with guilt and pain, so much pain.

The genie continues.

"He is Destiny's Child. The Seed of Power, The Bloom of Prosperity. He is The Phoenix, risen from flames of blood and death and betrayal. He is the True Alpha, and for him, the power would have come back."

"Then why didn't it?" His head is spinning with all the titles, his mind hysterical over them. But he's sitting with a genie in a world that isn't his own, his legs turned to a single tail like a mermaid floating in air, and he believes now.

"Because where there is light, there is darkness. Deaton used nefarious ways to steal that Alpha Spark from Derek, and with Julia's sacrifices, the Nemeton was a powerful conduit for his malpractices of magic."

"And he gave that to Scott. But why?"

"Stiles... Derek is Power. And you? You are Knowledge. You know why."

"Seed of Knowledge... He's the brawns and I'm the brains? Geez, you make it sound like we're the two sides of the same coin." The genie just looks at him, her white eyes sparkling. He decides to not focus on that, instead thinking of an answer to his own question. And then he gets it. "Having power is great... but controlling it is even better."

"One makes you accountable, the other makes you the master."

Stiles has to admit, "Deaton is smart. Shit, does this mean Scott was manipulated all this time?"

"Perhaps. But right now, I want you to focus on this: What is your destiny? You said it youself, you're the two sides to the same coin. You, my child, were correct."

"Like I always am?"

"Like you always are," she agrees, and then they're shuffling through scenes of Stiles' life like it's a goddamn movie.

Every scene is Stiles saving Derek. Or being there for Derek. Being Pack.

When Stiles spent nearly a whole day with a dying Derek in his Jeep, and almost chopped off his arm save him.

When he let Derek lay low in his own room.

The pool.

After Boyd's death.

The time he spent the whole day at Derek's loft, deliberate and silent, a shoulder to lean on, the day of the fire's anniversary.

And on and on and on.

"That's you two, existing, side by side. Now look at this."

She shows him this world's Derek. His fate.

Derek dies by Kate's bullet, untrusting of Scott to go ask for help, and too stubborn to not haul ass into the Argent's mansion to go look for the bullet himself. Unfortunately for him, Grandpa Crazy was there, too, enjoying his meal. And then later...

"I don't- I can't- Not him, please, He can't die, I—"

They're back in his not-bedroom.

"Why would you show me that?! Why the hell would you—"

"Because you matter. Humans interact every day, and maybe sometimes those interactions mean nothing. But you and him? Each one of your interactions does mean something. Your Destiny is intertwined. You are the brain to his brawns, the brawns to his brains. You're strengths of each other in a way that Ares himself envies, that Apollo sings of, that Eros prides himself on."

"What are you saying?" This is getting too much for him, now. It's one thing to be there for each other, for him to mean something in someone's life, in Derek's life... but this? Too much.

The genie smiles, teeth and all. She has vampiric teeth, except all her teeth are long-fanged. "You are each other's."

Stiles pauses. Thinks through everything that has happened between him and Derek. They're friends. Derek is a beta and he's still the annoying human, and they're always circling each other, joking and ribbing and fighting and slamming each other into surfaces. Well, the last part Derek does to him.

They're close.

They're not in love.

"Not yet,"

"Don't tell me you can fucking mind-read." He only gets a smile in return, the full-fanged one. "Okay... moving on. What do you mean not yet? And you didn't actually complete your sentence. We are each other's what?"

"You are each other's everything." The words echo all around him, inside his skin, in his bones. They hold a weight, bearing down on his chest, arms around his body, like a tight, vicious grip, and the genie repeats, "Everything."

And that's the last thing he hears out of the genie before waking up on the preserve floor, Derek staring down at him, his eyes flashing red.

Stiles blinks up at him.

"Stiles, what did you do?"

He gulps.

"Technically, I didn't do anything,"

"Stiles!"

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #whenwordsmakesense #teen wolf #imma post this and close my phone and go to library and study. please pray for me 😭

[skzoologist]

Hi, your memes are really funny and made me laugh and you sound pretty cool

anyway, based on something that happened to me today, I'd like to submit a request for Bae. (They sound cute to b e honest)

A crack one shot of Bae and whatever member(s) of your choosing having to endure the awkwardness of hearing other people fucking in the next room/upstairs.(I don't really want to violate your guidelines of no smut, so that's why I thought of crack)

Personally I think it would be a really funny atmosphere to work with, what with the cringe/smirk/blank faces and the squeaking of bed springs

word count: ~950

warnings: none, the boys are all just mortified and laughing at the other

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho! Thank you for being the first brave one to send a non-anon ask to my humble blog, and thank you for your kind words! I'm glad my memes made you laugh, that was my goal, and I will definitely make some more every chance I get. I'm also sorry you had to experience that, hopefully you didn't have to hear it again between you requesting and me replying. It's always awful to hear it, especially with friends over. But I finally wrote this (sadly based on my own experiences, so I feel you), and I hope it is what you wanted.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bae was tired.

Their band was on a tour, performing on the bright stage for hours, day after day. The atmosphere was always high, as if the air itself was filled with electricity, further amplified by the fans' shouting. But every member shared that same enthusiasm, shouting back and pouring their soul into their performances.

Of course, Bae was the same.

He always gave his best, no matter what. He lived and breathed for his fans, and in return, he got their support. They were what made him, well, him, the idol they all saw.

But he was so tired.

For once, he just wanted to sleep for a whole day, instead of rehearsing between every performance, even if it was just for a short minute.

That was why he immediately made a beeline for his hotel room the moment they arrived back, only a tired, lazy wave of his hand seen before he disappeared. No one stopped him, they all just mumbled out an equally exhausted goodbye to him in return.

As his feet reached the inside of the room, Bae took off his jumper -getting his arm stuck inside and huffing as a result- and shoes, just haphazardly throwing them onto the floor. He would put them away tomorrow, but he was just done with today.

Just as he was about to finally sit down on the bed after changing into some light nightwear, his lips pulled into a line as he remembered he had to do his nightly skin care routine. How he hated being an idol at that moment. Stupid needing to look good. Stupid jumper. Stupid cream that almost got into his eye. Agh!

With a final huff, he put the lid back on the tube, the last step of his routine finally done. After carding his hand through his hair in frustration, he sighed and dragged his tired body to the bed.

Even though he missed his own bed, this one looked just as inviting at that moment, if not even more.

The moment his head hit the pillow, it was empty, finally free from the endlessly circling questions inside. He was at peace, his exhausted body winding down and relaxing. It didn't take long for his consciousness to start slipping, going towards the land of dreams.

Until he heard a thud from above.

Well, whoever was above may have fallen down, who knew. So he let it go and went back to his journey to dreamland.

Until he heard another thud. Louder than the previous, followed by more questionable sounds.

'Maybe... maybe the person fell over again?' - Bae thought, his eyes having popped open and his brows furrowed in confusion.

He laid there, his ears honed onto any sound that came from above, even though a part of him didn't want to know what was happening there. But he didn't listen to that part, no, he was waiting in silence.

And then it happened. The thing he feared the most.

He heard a moan.

No matter how much he wanted to live his life in denial, he couldn't ignore the loud sounds coming from above. He tried shutting his eyes again, to try and sleep, even with a pillow tightly clutched to his ears, but nothing worked! So he just sat up, deep disgust and annoyance etched into his frail features, not knowing what to do. He might have brought his noise-cancelling headphones with him, but he wasn't sure where it was and he was too tired to search for it at that moment.

Bae didn't know how long he sat there for before light poured into his room, his door being opened by someone.

"Oh yea, Bae hyung can hear it too alright." - Felix commented, both amusement and pity on his face. "Oh my god, Hyung, your face!" - that was all the little squirrel could get out, before he doubled over in laughter, followed by Jeongin and Felix.

Bae simply stared at them, the lines on his face merely becoming more prominent. The three just laughed for a few minutes, Felix being the one who recovered the fastest and going to Bae's side. The other two soon followed, piling on top of Bae's bed and leaning on the male.

They were all quiet, which, in itself was a miracle, because if Bae knew anything about his band members, he knew they weren't quiet. Ever.

With a quick glance at them all, he could tell they felt just as awkward as him. Based on what Lix had said, all of them'd heard the sounds of the tango from above, preventing them from sleeping. That was why they seeked the other out, but it was still... awkward, to be in the other's presence, in the current situation.

Nobody said much, besides a few sentences of basic small talk.

So they sat there, in their own silence, grimacing -it would have been hilarious, had it not been for the squeaking and moaning-, until a particularly loud sound could be heard and something in Bae snapped. He took in a big breath and quietly cleared his throat.

"How about we go and take a walk around the hotel? We can check their buffet, like you wanted in the morning, Lixie." - at his gentle, deep voice, everyone startled a bit, used to the silence.

But soon their expressions brightened, an excited sunshine incarnate dragging Jisung -who was the closest to him- along out the door with frightening speed.

"Dal hyung, your favouritism is showing." - Jeongin cheekily commented, running away before Bae could even process what just happened. "Yah, Innie, you lying little menace, stop running so fast!"

#maybe a bit short #but i wanted to get it out to you finally #Bae is not biased #not always anyway haha #no #Felix just latched onto him pretty early on because he can speak english well #stray kids #skz #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #stray kids oc #skz oc #glacial prince #lee felix #han jisung #yang jeongin #request #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic

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[ ☆ ] ── REALITY CHECK️️ ❕️

TWENTY-EIGHT | YOU'RE A MONSTER

wc: 2.4k

tw: verbal abuse, death threats from that snake

── ✰. [ 3:45 PM ] "DO YOU HAVE PROOF?"

Truthfully, Sora was beyond horrified, worried sick that somehow Yui would find her phone that was recording their conversation, scared that Yui might do something awful to her, but most importantly, afraid of letting Yn and her friends down. They had put in so much effort to help her, and Yn even had to endure the cruelest words just for more people to see the real side of Yui’s facade.

But even if she was scared, Sora knew she had the upper hand this time. She wasn’t going to let Yui walk over her as she did for three consistent years. She wasn’t going to play along with Yui’s little sob story, she wasn’t going to have the vile girl tarnish her reputation any longer. She had had enough. Enough of the sick puppeteer who manipulated her, and blackmailed her into following her every word. She had realized that she was stronger than that. Just like Yn, she’d be able to endure harsh words and glares if it meant people would get to see the real Yui and her twisted intentions.

The tread up the stairs seemed to drag on, but it was just enough time for Sora to clear her head, calm herself down and prepare for the confrontation. She never knew breathing exercises would actually be of any use when her physical education teacher lectured them on the importance of actually taking the time to breathe, but now she saw the significance. It helped her recalculate her thoughts and to let herself firmly relax in her newfound confidence. No longer was she going to let Yui push her around like a rag doll.

Pressing record on her phone, Sora carefully placed her phone in the inner pocket of her zip-up sweater as she pushed through the large steel doors at the top of the stairwells. There stood Yui, pacing around the area like some hungry animal while biting her nails. Sora could tell the girl was furious, but that would only benefit the recording. The more enraged she was, the more Sora would be able to get out of her. Everything was going to be easy — as long as she got off the rooftop safely.

“It took your ass long enough.” The girl spoke as soon as Sora closed the door behind her. “What are you a fucking slug or something? Did you take your extra sweet time just to piss me off even further?” The wind was heavy, and with the breeze, Yui’s hair blew across most of her features, but Sora could still see how the girl’s jaw clenched with every word she spoke. Yui was practically shouting, but there was still a firm grounding in her voice. She hadn't lost it yet.

“You happened to contact me while I was in the basement, so I don’t know what you expected.” Sora retorted, leaning against the steel doors. If anything, Sora knew it would be dangerous to walk closer to Yui, who stood by the edge of the rooftop. Who knew what she was capable of doing when she was desperate.

“Why the fuck are you getting cheeky with me?” Yui cursed, moving closer to Sora. “This reminds me of when I first asked you for help. You were snarky as fuck, but you shut up and behaved like a dog when I brought up your family.”

Sora forced a smile, lips slightly quivering. Confrontation was never her forté, but right now she had to be sure Yui knew that she wasn’t in charge. “You’re just wasting my time Yui, what do you want?”

Yui’s mouth twisted into an almost mocking fake smile. “You don't know why I called you here?” She questioned sarcastically, baffled by Sora’s cluelessness. “ Well let me inform your stupid self. Everyone’s ignoring me. But you know what? You should know really well, right? Since you’re the one who said shit.”

Sora shot the girl another fake smile which soon turned into an annoyed eye roll. “Aw, but don’t you have your boy toys to protect you? They could easily twist the public's opinions in your favor. What happened with them?"

“Don’t talk to me like that, you stupid bitch, you act like you’re on top of the world.” Yui snarled, pushing Sora’s shoulder with her finger. “Well surprise, surprise, those guys are ignoring me too. Those useless toys aren’t of any help. All they do is bitch about how I was being unreasonable. Especially, Jake. That guy was all in love with me, but when I was struggling to split Yn and Heeseung up, he didn’t do anything to help. I act nice to them, and they think I’m in love with them or something. In reality, they’re just rundown, useless toys.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?” Sora retorted, brushing the area of her sweater that Yui made contact with as if she had tainted her clothing. “You’re embarrassing at this point.”

“Embarrassing?” Yui’s voice only grew more frustrated.“I worked so hard for all of this, and you’re calling me embarrassing? My father won’t be happy about this.” She mumbled the last sentence, almost inaudible for Sora to hear.

Sora raised a brow in confusion. What did she mean by her father wouldn’t be happy about this? (What in the Draco Malfoy)What did this have to do with her father? “What? Why are you mentioning your dad? Plus, I’ve been longing to ask, where did you even get the information on me and Jay from? Yui, nothing you’re saying makes sense!”

“Shut the fuck up Sora.” Yui raged, this time pushing Sora harshly against the doors. “You keep talking about irrelevant shit. I just asked one of the workers from my dad’s company to dig it up, gosh. We're not even talking about that right now bitch, we’re talking about me. Why is everyone ignoring me?! They wouldn't be right now if it weren’t for your loud ass mouth."

Even the pain of her back hitting the hard steel doors didn’t mask her confusion about Yui’s words. There was more of a shock value in her words than the psychical pain she had brought her. “I thought your family wasn’t rich, I thought you came from a struggling background. Weren’t you on scholarships?” Sora wasn’t playing nice anymore, this time, she demanded answers.

Yui’s eyes widened at Sora’s words, as her hands gripped her own hair. She had messed up. She had slipped up again, and now there was no turning back. The girl let out a slight shriek before mumbling incoherent curses. “Fuck…fuck… fuck.” She repeated, each time getting louder and shakier than the previous. “Yeah, you know what? My father is rich and we’ve been taking advantage of the school with our little made-up story. What about it huh?!”

Sora furrowed her eyes brows at the girl whilst shooting her a disgusted glare at the same time. “Then why didn’t you just enter the school with that reputation? Why bother to make up some shitty story? Did you want attention so bad that you even coerced your father into helping you make some stupid sob story? How does this even benefit your father huh? Wouldn’t he be fine with paying all your fees since he’s so rich? Unless… he isn’t doing so well—"

"Shut the fuck up Sora.” Yui hissed, releasing her hair from her clenched fists. “You know nothing. Plus, it’s not like you can say anything about it because I’ll reveal your family’s secret.”

Instead of feeling threatened or scared, Sora instead felt as if she had the upper hand this time. Not only did Yui confess to using the boys, but she also unexpectedly let out her darkest secret. “I was stupid for falling for your trap because even if you revealed my family’s secret, who would believe a poor girl like you amirite? Especially after what’s going on now.” Sora smirked. “They’ll just say ‘Oh Yui is trying to make up shit about people to cover the rumors about her,’ or ‘how would a poor girl even get her hands on information about a higher class family, she must be lying outta her ass.’”

Before Sora could finish her sentence, a metal chair came flying in her direction, hitting just millimeters away from her head, causing her to automatically drop down to the floor while holding her hands over her ears. Not processing what had just happened, Sora slowly lifted her eyes to see Yui standing in front of her trembling with anger whilst heavily breathing. Yui was beyond furious.

“Oh, is that so?” Yui’s frown twisted into a crooked grin as she came closer to Sora, bending down as she softly brushed the stray hairs away from her face. “I’ll release the documents, you stupid bitch.” She whispered in her ear, sending shivers down Sora’s back.

Sora wasn’t scared of Yui, it was just a natural reaction to someone forcing themselves into her personal space. Instead, she was slightly embarrassed for the crazed girl. “Documents huh?” Sora scoffed. “And what would you do when I reveal your secret about your family then?”

“You have no proof.” Yui snapped, seemingly mocking the girl who was still on the ground, looking up at her.

Sora smirked, dusting off the back of her skirt as she stood up, staring straight into Yui’s eyes. “And how are you so sure?”

Yui’s eyes twitched at the girl’s words. She was frustrated. Not because Sora had found out about her secret, but because she was standing up to her with such confidence — confidence Yui had never seen from her. Sora was always the one to obey everything Yui said without batting an eye, afraid of being exposed to the world. But the Sora standing in front of her right now had a cocky smile on her face and a burning passion to take her down — to walk away Victorious. Yui nibbled on her bottom lip in frustration as her fists crumpled the hem of her skirt. “Well, you’re getting confident, huh? You fucking bitch.”

“I’ve had enough of your bullshit Yui. If there’s nothing else you wanna say, I’ll take my leave now.” Sora replied, turning her back towards Yui as she gripped the door handle, pushing it open to take her to leave. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible. If anything, Yui wasn’t going to stay calm any longer.

And she was right.

Not even a second after exiting the rooftop, the door once again slammed open with Yui running after her, screaming frantic curse words.

“Holy shit, this psycho bitch.” Sora mumbled under her breath, before getting yanked backward by Yui who gripped her hair tightly, seemingly unwilling to loosen her grip. “If you say something, I’ll fucking kill you, I swear. How dare you disobey me like this. You’re my fucking doll. Did I permit you to act so cocky? You better shut your mouth Sora.”

Sora yelped at the sudden pain. It’s not like she didn’t expect something like this to happen. Sadly, She was accustomed to it.

“It’s a lose-lose game for you anyway.” Sora retorted, attempting to free herself from Yui’s grip.

Yui chuckled sarcastically, pulling Sora closer to her. “And what if I push you down these steps right now? Then I’ll win, right?”

“What?” Sora croaked, this time fearing her life for real. The only choice she had was grip onto the railings, but in Yui’s hold, she was unable to reach them. If she didn’t do something to free herself, maybe she would meet the fate of Yui’s threatening words. The insane girl didn’t take her words lightly, and most of the time, her actions were harsher than her words. Yui didn’t enjoy empty threats, she only made them when she was serious.

At this moment, Sora could see all the emotions fade away from Yui’s eyes, leaving her with dark, emotionless ones. Yui had lost it. It was over for her.

"Yui wait—"

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” A voice from the bottom of the stairs called out in a furious tone, causing Yui to whip her head towards the person speaking.

Jay rushed up the stairs, his face evident with worry and anger. The boy gripped Yui’s wrist, trying to shake off her grip on Sora’s hair. “Let go.” He spoke in a stern tone, sending Yui a piercing glare. The girl didn’t budge, instead, her grip only got tighter. “I said let fucking go,” Jay demanded, digging his nails into her wrist.

The girl yelped at the sudden shock of pain that pierced her skin. She fumbled backward, receiving a rough shove from Jay as soon as she let go. The boy quickly went to hold Sora in his arms, slowly guiding her down the stairs without looking back at Yui. If anything, Jay had to take her somewhere safe because Sora’s face lacked colour and her lips trembled. She had experienced a life-threatening scare to her own life.

Yui, on the other hand, anxiously nibbled on her lower lip, causing it to bleed. She had failed to control Sora. Maybe she was going to fall. But good thing only Jay, who already knew her true intentions was the only one who saw, right?

She was extremely wrong.

Yui lifted her gaze only to meet Sunghoon’s horrified ones. He shot her a look of disgust as he stood there stiff, unable to process what he had just witnessed.

Sunghoon had agreed to tag along behind Jay after he told him that he was worried about something. Jay wasn't in his best condition during practice, and his mind was wandered elsewhere as he kept missing shots. Sunghoon knew his friend was someone who took practice very seriously, so he knew something was awfully wrong.

Yui had been acting out, lashing out at him, but in no world would he ever expect to see Yui on the verge of pushing someone down a steep set of stairs. “What the fuck.” Sunghoon was completely disgusted with her. Maybe the rumors were true after all. He didn’t want to believe it at first, but now he knew the only people who were bullshitting were her and himself. He allowed himself to be so blatantly manipulated that even after she had lashed out at him, he still had the inkling of hope that everything was a lie. “What the heck is wrong with you? You almost killed someone!”

Yui’s eyes widened as fear washed over her. “No hoon,” she whimpered. “I swear, it’s not what it seems like.”

“No,” Sunghoon spoke, this time his voice stern and cold. “You’re a monster, get away from me.”

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SYNOPSIS › Shocked by the sudden revelations, yn realizes that she has been pulled into another world belonging to her favourite reverse-harem novel as the female lead’s best friend. Content with her new life, she excitedly watches from the sidelines knowing every single encounter in the novel would be unravelling right in front of her. However, as time goes on, she slowly comes to the horrifying realization that the characters she seemingly idolized are not who they seem to be.

[ ☆ ] — author's note: helpp the more u read the worse the writing gets 💀 but yes here we are with this chapter,,, Yui's downfall is literally unavoidable.

#enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen imagines #heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #heeseung enhypen #enhypen socmed au #enhypen social media au #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung smau #heeseung imagines #heeseung ff #heeseung fanfic #heeseung fluff #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen jungwon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fake texts #enhypen fanfic #enhypen ff #enhypen fanfiction #enha #smau

[esmeswritingblog]

I hoped out of bed at 2am to write this just take it.

“My hands are cold” Robin whines, rubbing her palms together. The motion brings little warmth to her freezing knuckles, already aching after being gripped into tighter fists for the past few… days, hours, weeks. She can’t count the number of times her hands have fiercely gripped the nearest surface at the scrape of metal since last summer. Even the start of a car engine reminds her all too well of last summer, of fireworks and flesh blobs. 

He likes it cold.

It makes sense that the upside down would be colder than the freezers at Scoops Ahoy, she supposes, this being the realm of the Mind Flayer, who, obviously, likes it cold. 

Robin had been more prepared for the chill this time, this being her second time in the Upside down, but the cold bite still sunk deep, a shiver running like a ghost down her spine the moment she’d fallen into the viney blue rendition of the town she called home. 

“Yeah, we know Robin.” Steve says, annoyance taking over his voice. The trek through the upside down hadn’t been good for any of their nerves, and Robin had lasted about thirty seconds of staying quiet for the sake of their slowly waning sanity before bursting out some idiotic ramble or whiny comment.

And in front of Nancy, no less. Robin can already feel their seemingly blooming friendship withering when the curly haired her inevitably notices that Robin is… Robin. 

Honestly, Robin shouldn’t be surprised, much less disappointed, because she should’ve known someone as badass and beautiful as Nancy would turn tail after being hit with the full force of the friend-repelling machine that is Robin’s personality. 

But Nancy had seemed happy at the implications of their new friendship in the woods, sparking a little, dangerous flame of hope that was immediately doused by a tiny voice in the back of her head, insisting that it’s just a matter of time before Nancy realizes how lame and annoying Robin is. Robin had pushed the thought away at the time, trying to cling onto the moment.

But now, Robin’s beginning to think that the stupid voice was right, seeing as Nancy hasn’t said a word to her their entire time in the upside down.

Chill, robin. Don’t read too much into it.

“Well, it’s true,” Robin states presently, if only to annoy Steve. He scoffs somewhere behind her, seemingly walking next to Nancy. Which Robin is like, totally not jealous about. The opposite of jealous, really. Happy. Because two of her friends were going to be dating, or something, and Steve would finally be happy. And who cares, honestly, if Robin has to endure a lovey-dovey pda between the two once and a while, because at the end of the day she loves them both. 

Still, she feels… somewhat uncomfortable at the thought of Nancy and Steve spending time together, cuddling and kissing, when it could be Nancy and Robin instead—

Robin blinks.

Nope.

No way.

No way in hell is she crushing on badass, smart, beautiful Nancy fucking Wheeler. 

She’s just jealous Steve would be spending time with someone else. That’s all. Normal, third-wheel feelings. 

But then Robin’s mind unwillingly pictures Nancy, her brown curled framing her face, her eyes lighting up when she comes up with an idea, her pursed smile, kissing Steve. And her heart aches. 

Because she’s never minded Steve dating girls before, or him kissing Sharon or Jill or whatever girl he was dating in the back of Family Video during his break, so why should this be different? She doesn’t have a crush on Nancy.

She can’t have a crush on Nancy, because Steve would never forgive her and she would never forgive herself. 

Robin’s hands shake, and she’s not sure if it’s the cold or the terrifying thoughts with a grip on her heart. 

Somewhere in the distance, a branch cracks. 

Robin’s eyes snap up, her knuckles immediately gripping the flashlight in her hand, not helping the slight ache.

The trio freezes, glancing around wildly. It’s come from somewhere up ahead, through the scattered trees and vines in front of them. 

A beat.

Another.

Nothing.

Robin lets out a breath, her chest relaxing. 

“I’ll go check it out.” Steve says, the tense moment lost, tossing his bat to the other hand and dropping his backpack and jogging ahead.

“Our hero,” Robin whispers, blowing a kiss to him. Steve rolls his eyes as he passes, disappearing into the mass of trees. Leaving Robin and Nancy.

Alone. 

Nancy chuckles slightly, walking up a little to stand beside Robin. 

“He certainly likes to play hero, doesn’t he?” Nancy says, nudging Robin slightly. Robin laughs and nods. 

“You should see him in front of the babes at Family Video. He acts like he’s my boss.” 

Nancy laughs again, and Robin takes the sound and wants to taste it, to keep it with her forever. 

“Does he have a girlfriend, then?” Nancy asks. Robin feels her heart tighten.

“No.” Robin replies simply, not trusting herself to say anything else without choking. 

“Ah.”

“Yeah.” Robin takes a deep breath, letting her head fall back to stare at the canopy of petrified trees above them. Her eyes wander unwillingly to Nancy. 

“Are your hands really that cold?” The brunette asks with a playful smile, and Robin glances back down. Her fingers are shaking again. 

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess I’m not really used to the, um, cold.” Robin stutters the confession out, eyes meeting Nancy’s blue ones that somehow always seem to glow. 

“Well,” Nancy says slowly. “We can always hold hands if that will warm yours up. Mine aren’t that cold” 

Robin feels her light up like a firework, an explosion of blush on her face.

“Oh.. uh, I—” but it’s too late, and Nancy’s fingers are intertwining with Robin's undoubtedly sweaty ones, warmth sparking at the touch. 

Oh

Nancy Wheeler is holding her hand.

“Better?” Nancy asks, looking up at Robin with her big doe eyes. 

“Yeah,'' Robin breathes shakily. 

They stay like that a moment, hands locked together, shared warmth heating Robins cheeks and heart and long, slender fingers.  

Steve bursts through the trees, sudden and surprising, and Robin feels Nancy’s hand pull away quickly, her own fingers quickly longing for the warmth of Nancy’s parting touch. 

“It was nothing.” Steve proclaims somewhat proudly, grinning.

“Congrats,” Robin deadpans. “You’ve saved us. What would ever would we do without you?” 

“Oh, shut up.”

They continue walking, and Robin can feel her needy heart aching. She hadn’t missed how days Nancy had disconnected them, or the guilty expression on the other girl's face as Robin quipped at Steve. 

She’d be more ashamed if she knew what you were. 

Robin’s hands shake all the way to Vecna’s mansion.

—

Even after making it through the woods, after throwing Molotov cocktails at Vecna, after hearing the crack in Dustin’s voice when he tells them Eddie’s dead, after carrying a lifeless Max to the hospital, Robin can feel her heart yearning for more. 

For Nancy’s touch in the upside down woods, in Vecna’s doorway, beside Max’s hospital bed. 

For Nancy. 

#Ronance #ronance drabble #ronance fic #stranger things

[medusapelagia]

Eddie's Month Day 6 + Whumptober Day 15

written for @eddiemonth and @whumptober-archive 

Prompts: Eddie’s month day 6: Crush | You Could Start A Cult - Niall Horan| Sincere

Whumptober day 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.” Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

Rating: Mature Relationship: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington WT: injuries WC: 1544

Eddie Munson wasn’t a man of faith.

Even if half of the school thought that he was a devil worshiper the only true religion that Eddie was always devoted to was: Steve Harrington’s cult.

Yes.

The King of the Freak had a massive crush on the Keg King since middle school.

He attended every single match of the basketball team and it wasn’t because Mrs. Kelly recommended him to go and make some friends. 

He never did, obviously, but he kept enduring every basketball game because he loved to see Steve Harrington all sweaty, running from one side of the gym to the other with a stupid orange ball. It was worth attending a game where they were tossing a ball into laundry baskets.

That's what he called it: the laundry basket game.

He used to make fun of the team, but never of Harrington.

Tommy, Andy, Jason, he had some words for them and their exchange of opinions usually ended with a black eye and some bruises, but it was worth it. He could keep coming to every game, make fun of the jocks, and look at Harrington.

Things became harder when Steve fell in love with Nancy.

Eddie could tolerate the stupid girls Steve used to hang out with, he knew too well that their love stories were never going to last.

But Nancy?

Nancy was different.

And Steve was different when he was with her.

A few months and not only did Steve stop hanging out with his old teammates, but he became a completely different person.

No more fancy parties, no more bullying freshmen, Steve was a new man.

A man who was desperately in love with Nancy Wheeler, and even after she broke his heart with a hammer, he kept being his new self, a kind and lovely guy, searching for his happily ever after.

What Eddie was really unable to understand was how it was possible that Harrington's happily ever after came in the form of Robin Buckley, whom Eddie had deep suspicion was a lesbian.

But they were fucking perfect together and he finally stopped to light candles at Steve’s altar.

He convinces himself that someone else is waiting for him.

Someone easier to love.

Someone who would love him back.

That's how he starts a new cult, or even better, his personal Munson doctrine.

After all, Steve Harrington graduated the year before, so he is not going to see him anymore, right?

***

“Holy fucking shit!”

Eddie stares at the rip in the ceiling of his trailer where he can still see the other dimension.

“We were there… we were fucking there!” he says in astonishment.

“Yes. We were, and we have to get away from here as soon as possible.” Robin replies looking at the door of the trailer.

“How?” Dustin asks “We came here biking and… Steve, buddy, are you ok?”

Eddie quickly turns and sees the boy wobble.

“Hey, hey.” he calls, getting closer to the boy.

“I’m fine.” he replies.

Eddie quickly takes notes of his injuries.

Bat bites, strangulation, and bare feet are definitely not a good mix.

“Yeah, I know you are, but I think it’s better if we clean these wounds, uh?” Eddie tells him, dragging him toward the bathroom.

“Wounds? Which wounds? What happened? Why is no one telling me anything?! Steve! Steve!” Dustin calls, but Nancy stops him.

“Eddie is going to clean his wounds and I assure you that you don’t want to see them. Why don’t we go to Max’s trailer to make some coffee? We need to be lucid to make a new plan.”

Everyone agrees, the only one who hesitates is Robin.

“You are going to be ok, right? No rabies?”

Steve groans “No rabies, I swear. But I think I need a quick shower and I don’t think you are really looking forward to it.”

Robin sighs, then glares at Eddie “I want him back in one piece, ok?”

Eddie nods, and when everyone leaves, he shares a look with Steve “Your not-girlfriend is really scary.”

“Platonic soulmate.”

“Oh. That. So Nancy is the physical soulmate?” he asks, trying to make small talk.

“I’m still on the fence about that. I mean… she broke my heart more than once so…”

He got a point, so Eddie nods, then he looks at his bathroom “Do you think you will need some help or…”

“I can wash myself just fine.”

“Don’t tell me that you are shy, Harrington. I thought you were used to taking showers with boys. Isn’t that the way you jocks build a sense of camaraderie?”

Steve snorts “You seem to know a lot about lockers even if I never saw you in one.”

“No lockers for me. Only closet. Especially the janitor's. My favorite, to be honest.” he replies, offering his arm to Steve to stabilize him.

“Was I a dick to you?” Steve blushes and looks away from him.

“In general? Yes. But nothing different from the other jocks. You didn’t try to cut my hair with some scissors or other shit like that.”

“I’m sorry. I was…”

“You were?”

“Scared. And lonely. I just wanted to fit in, you know.”

Eddie nods.

He wanted to fit in too, at least at the beginning, but then he understood that he wasn’t living in a fairy tale and no one was going to offer him a hand.

“Now, I don’t think we have had hot water for the last few months, but maybe you’ll be lucky.”

“No hot water? But it’s March and… shit shit shit! This is cold!”

“Told you! Be quick!”

The gunk from the lake and the Upside Down falls into the drains, a mixture of mud, blood, and only god knows what.

Eddie sighs while Steve whimpers, shivering from the cold, and quickly helps him out of the shower.

“All done. Now sit here, I’ll get some clothes for you and the first aid kit.”

Steve doesn’t complain but his face is a pain mask.

Eddie takes the first aid kid from his room and Steve shakes his head “Your kit is too small. If you are going to join us in this shit you are going to need a bigger one.”

“It works just fine.” Eddie replies, but he looks at the bandages, wondering if there is enough to address all the wounds.

“One time the kids tried to take care of a concussion with some colorful band-aids.” Steve remembers, smiling at the thought.

“So it’s a habit of yours getting injured?”

“Not a habit, but I’m the oldest so I have to protect them, you know?”

Eddie doesn’t know.

He is the oldest and he wouldn’t have jumped in that fucking lake for all the money in the world. And still. He did it.

Steve misinterprets Eddie’s silence and adds “It’s fine. I don’t need you to help me. I can handle things myself. It’s not my first rodeo, Munson.”

Eddie has patched people before, but never the boy whom he was secretly in love with.

“Hey, you ok?” Steve asks and Eddie laughs.

“Are you asking me if I’m ok? For real?”

He nods “You saw a girl killed in your home and faced monsters for the first time in your life. I know from first-hand experience that it’s not easy.” 

Eddie stares at him astonished, the he tells him “Take a deep breath. This is going to sting.” while pouring some disinfectant on his wounds.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“Deep breaths, Harrington.” he reminds him, while the other boys grab the toilet seat so hard that his knuckles whiten.

“Deep breaths, you are doing great.”

“It doesn’t feel like that.” Steve complains.

“I guess it doesn’t but you are taking it like a champ.”

“You used to call me like that in high school.”

“Uh?”

“During physical education.”

“Oh, that. Well, I wasn’t exactly mocking you…”

“Oh, yes you were. Fuck.”

“Maybe. But it’s part of my charm.”

“Is it now?”

“What? Don’t tell me that you can resist the charm of a man who plays guitar and makes the funniest jokes!” he wraps Steve’s waist and his fingers linger on Steve’s torso for a moment too long.

“I don’t think I know what I find attractive right now.”

“Understandable.” Eddie looks at his bathroom cabinet “Listen, man, I have some painkillers or… other things that could help you with the pain if you want them.”

Steve shakes his head “I’ll be fine."

Eddie stares at him, unconvinced, but goes back to his room and comes back with a beaten pair of rebooks "It's these or Wayne's working boots."

"They are fine, thanks." Steve stills for a moment, as he is searching for the right words, and then he asks him "Can you… Can you help me get to Max’s?”

Eddie nods, holding Steve tight, breathing his scent mixed with his cheap body wash while he helps him get to Max’s trailer.

He, Eddie the Freak Munson, is holding Steve the Hair Harrington.

He is holding Steve Harrington and the boy is not a douchebag.

Oh, and monsters are real. But right now, that info feels like the most normal thing in Eddie’s life.

Maybe he should resume his old Steve Harrington’s cult.

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