#armed strangers showing up at someone’s fucking door does not help

[angelnumber27]

Don’t fucking call the cops on people in mental crises.

#you’re a piece of fucking shit if you do this idc #if you wanna call someone call the fucking paramedics #armed strangers showing up at someone’s fucking door does not help #this is why people stay silent when they’re struggling mentally #the braindead bitch that’s been stalking me for eight years used to do this to me and other people she was jealous of constantly

[holylulusworld]

The Widow (1)

Summary: You trust no one. Not since they got your husband killed.

Pairing: TFaTW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions death of a loved-one, the reader is under protection, bitchy reader, arguments, grumpy Bucky, angst

The widow masterlist

The Widow - Prologue

You wake from another nightmare, screaming at the top of your lungs. When you sit up, you clutch the blanket to your chest and try to remember what your therapist told you.

“One,” you count. “Two,” you sniffle. “This is shit.” You grab the lamp from the nightstand and throw it at the man stepping inside your room.

“Whoa, watch where you are throwing your lamps,” Bucky grumbles. He dodged your attack just in time to watch the lamp hit the wall next to him. “I came here to check on you, not to get hit by a lamp.”

He tugs his gun away, looking around the room. “What happened? Why did you scream? A spider? A bug?”

“Get out,” you look away to not show him the unshed tears in your eyes. “That’s none of your business. I didn’t want you to come here and save me. Go back to sleep.”

Bucky watches you run your hands over your arms. He knows the signs of nightmares all too well. Sleep is not his friend. Most of the time he wakes from another nightmare. Skin sweat-slicked and with a racing heart.

“I’m outside if you need anything.”

“Sure-“ you quip. “Just like the other guys promising to protect me and Ransom if he tells them everything he knows about his former partner.” You pucker your lips. “Now he’s dead and gone all because of them.”

“He’s dead because he was a criminal.”

“Ransom wasn’t a criminal,” you throw the blanket away and slip out of the bed to walk toward the second nightstand. You grab the lamp and throw it at Bucky. This time you hit him square in the chest. “Get out! I dare you to say one more word about my husband.”

Your lips quiver and you clutch your hands to your chest. No. You won’t cry in front of this stranger. He’s no better than the others.

“You should practice your aim,” he looks at the broken lamp on the ground. “I hope you know, it’s your job to keep the house clean.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you, doll!” He grunts and storms toward the door. “If you want to stay alive, stop screaming for nothing.”

“Asshole!”

The door slams shut, leaving you angry and sad. Why does everyone believe Ransom was a bad person? He made one single mistake.

Your husband trusted the wrong person and ended up laundering money for a mafia boss, not a businessman in trouble.

“I see she’s still alive,” Sam grins when you glare his way. You only lifted your eyes from the magazine you pretended to read to watch the two men. “Anything to report, Bucky?”

“She threw two lamps at me,” Bucky grunts. “I think we should handcuff her. Maybe a gag will help too.”

“Fuck you,” you snarl at Bucky. “I didn’t ask you to babysit me. Ransom is dead. I know nothing about his business. So, let me go. I’ll figure things out from here.”

“No can do,” the super-soldier glares at you. “Why don’t you try to act like a decent person?”

“Why don’t you choke?” You flash him your best-faked smile. “I hope all of you getting my Ransom killed rot in hell.”

“Bucky, a word?” Sam jerks his head toward the kitchen. “We need to talk about a few things. Especially her husband’s death, and his business.”

“I can tell you everything about my husband’s death,” you snarl. “Your fine agents told his former business partner where to find us. He died protecting me. Ransom was more man than you could ever be!”

“Bucky, don’t,” Sam holds his friend back. “Please just drop it. She’s…hurt…and scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I’m annoyed by his presence.”

Bucky follows Sam out of the room. He huffs and balls his metal hand into a fist. “If you don’t find someone else to babysit her, I cannot guarantee she’ll be alive at the end of the week…”

“Bucky, I know she’s driving you up the walls, but her husband died in her arms.” Sam places pictures of your dead husband on the table. “Five bullets hit him, and he still managed to protect Y/N.”

“Hmm…” Bucky glances at the pictures.

“She’s traumatized but won’t admit it.” Sam gives his friend a stern look. “She has nightmares and mood swings. This has nothing to do with you or your presence. Y/N watched her husband die and held him in her arms. She was like a feral animal, biting and scratching the agents when they tried to part her from her dead husband.”

Bucky is silent for a moment. He’s still not convinced that you and your husband aren’t bad people. “He did business with the wrong people. It’s his fault.”

Sam bites his tongue. “Bucky, just protect her. Y/N doesn’t deserve to die because of her husband’s mistakes. Remember, she’s an innocent bystander.”

“Right.”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you repeat his name twice. “I knew I heard the name before.” You chuckle darkly. “The man telling me that my husband was evil did unspeakable things himself. You killed innocent people hiding behind a different name.” You sneer. “Only because you don’t call yourself the Winter Soldier anymore doesn’t change your past.”

Bucky is frozen to the spot. His past can’t be undone, but he tried to make amends as best as he could. Now you look at him like he’s some kind of monster. You out of all the people dare to hold his past against him.

“What? Cat got your tongue. Doesn’t feel good when someone judges you only because they read shit about your past, huh? Well, shit darling. I won’t stop digging out your past, babysitter. If you want me to stop, go and leave me alone. Send someone else to watch over me!” 

“How did she find out about me and my past?” Bucky hisses at Sam. “I thought she got no access to a phone, TV, or the internet.”

“I can read, and have a very good memory,” you smirk darkly at Bucky as you walk inside the kitchen. “You didn’t live under a rock over the last years. I saw you more than once on TV. The hair is shorter now, though.”

“Y/N,” Sam tries to stop you and his friend from arguing again. “What the soldier did wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He got brainwashed and…”

You raise your hand to stop Sam from arguing with you. “Ransom didn’t become a criminal on free terms either,” you grit your teeth. “He tried to do business and make some money. My husband didn’t know he got himself into trouble by doing business with that monster.”

“He’s still a criminal,” Bucky grunts. “He did all of this for money.”

“Says the man claiming to be innocent, even though you killed hundreds of people. They threatened to kill Ransom and me if he didn’t do as they said. He was a victim, you were just…” you huff and turn to leave. “A monster hiding behind your friend Captain America.”

You know it’s not fair to call Bucky a monster. All the things you read about him tell you that he was a victim.

You just can’t bring yourself to admit that he was a victim too while he treats you like shit, and keeps on telling you your husband was a criminal…

The widow (2)

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #tfatws!bucky barnes #The Widow (1) #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader

[bingbongsupremacy]

Camp Hawkins AU Pt. 2

pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N.

The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.

Summary Overall: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Pt. 2 Summary: You've been avoiding Steve ever since you caught him and and Nancy making out at the Lake. Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever. While helping him clean up after a messy s'more night, he approaches you.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List Part 1 Stranger Things Masterlist

*****

It's been two weeks.

I've done my best to avoid Steve and Nancy as much as possible, which is proving to be a very hard thing to do.

Morning meetings are the worst. Every morning at 5 am, the counselors are expected to meet at the dining hall for a brief run down of the day. Usually everyone is still in their PJ's, hoping the meeting will be short enough for everyone to catch a few more minutes of sleep before the kids get up.

The mornings are usually pretty cold. Almost everyone shows up in some sort of jacket or sweat shirt. Not Steve. Every morning he comes dressed in a nice fitting T, perfectly showing off his arms.

Stop staring at Steve.

Stupid crush. Stupid fucking crush.

I force myself to look away from Steve. Instead of his usual spot by Nancy, he's decided to take a seat next to Robin and Vickie, one of the other camp cooks.

" If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on Harrington. " Eddie's voice is teasing but quiet.

I snap my head towards him. " Do not. " I state sternly, fear running through my veins. He can't find out.

Eddie chuckles. " You sure do stare a lot for someone without a crush. " Eddie's elbows rest comfortably against the table. His legs are sprawled out, not bothering how much room they take up. His hair is tossed up into a sleepy bun, a rare sight for the man who always has his hair down. " Don't worry, I won't tell. " He raises a finger to his lips, indicating my secret is safe with him. He winks, sending a flurry of embarrassment running through me.

I've never liked Eddie like that, but he sure does know how to fluster someone.

" I don't like him. " I insist. " So you don't have anything to keep secret. "

Eddie nods mockingly. " That's not what Henderson told me...but if you insist..." He holds his hands up in surrender.

I let out a small groan. Of course Dustin blabbed to Eddie. Dustin tells Eddie everything. Nothing even happened, I don't understand why Dustin spinned it to sound like we made out.

" Is everything alright over there? " Hopper asks, looking over at me and Eddie. " Are you feeling alright? "

" Yeah, perfectly fine. Just a little headache. " I lie.

" Well, if you're alright, we'll get back to today's agenda..."

My eyes scan across the table. Across the way, Steve's eyes meet mine. On his face is a small look of...confusion?

This is going to be a tough morning.

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The loud chatter of happy campers slowly fades away as the large oak dining hall doors close. Soon, Steve and I are left alone in the echoing room.

I begin picking up various chocolate wrappers on the floor the tables. They'd somehow managed to completely trash the dining hall in a single hour.

" So..." Steve begins, cutting through the silence. " are you and Eddie...a thing? " He asks calmly, glancing over at me from the table he's wiping down.

I let out a small laugh. " Me and Eddie? No. No way. He's...not my type. " The constant smell of weed is headache inducing. Frankly, it's confusing how Hopper hasn't fired him for drugs. He doesn't sell to kids but that definitely doesn't mean he doesn't sell to other of age counselors.

Plus he's not really into relationships. He's more of a hit it and quit it type.

" What is your type? " Steve asks. I feel his gaze on me as I start scrubbing one of the tables with a wet rag.

" Not Eddie, that's for sure. " I scrub a little harder at a hardened drop of melted marshmallow. " I like guys who...I don't know, like the same things as me. Why do you ask? " I don't understand why he gives a shit about my love life.

Steve shrugs, his gaze finally moving away. " I saw you and him this morning and I thought maybe you were dating or something. It's stupid, it doesn't matter. "

" Still single. " I mumble.

A thick silence settles in the room. Once again, Steve is the one to break it.

" Are you mad at me? " His voice is soft, like he's worried or something.

I look over at the brunette. " No. " I reply honestly. " Why would you think that? "

We both pause where we are, instead occupying ourselves by looking at each other. We're both trying to read each other.

Steve shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. " You just seem...distant. I don't know, ever since you caught Nance and I at the lake we don't talk anymore. Did I do something? "

I shake my head. " You...you didn't do anything. "

" Then why are you avoiding me? "

If I tell him he'll probably get weirded out. I mean, how awkward is it to be around someone who has a massive crush on you when you don't reciprocate the feeling?

But it might help me get over him if he stops actively trying to talk to me.

I'm going to do it. I need to. Fuck, but what about Nancy?

Fuck Nancy. I need to get over this man. This handsome, kind man.

" I have a crush on you, okay? " I blurt out. " It's stupid, I know. You're with Nancy, I understand that. "

His eyes widen in surprise. " What? "

" I don't want to make things awkward. I'm trying to get over you, that's why I'm avoiding you. Fuck, can you please just stop asking questions now? You got your answer. "

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. I did it. I told him.

" I like you to. " Steve pushes himself away from the table he's leaned against. He walks towards me.

My eyes go wide. " What? "

He's joking. Right? He has to be joking.

No this has to be a dream, some weird fucking dream. In no universe would Steve Fucking Harrington like me back.

" I like you too. " Steve finally makes it to me. He stands a close, leaving only a few inches of space between us. His eyes stare into mine, a small smile resting on his lips. " I have liked you for the past couple of years. "

I shake my head, stepping back to put some distance between us. " You're with Nancy. You can't like me. That's fucked up. I don't want to be a homewrecker-I can't be. You-you and Nancy are good together. "

Steve shakes his head. " We're not together, Y/N. I broke up with her. For good this time. " He sighs, running a hand through his hair. " Just because we're good together doesn't mean we're meant to be together. "

I'm the reason they broke up. Robin was right. I'm the fucking worst. Who ruins a relationship? I mean, I didn't know I was ruining it, but Steve's crush on me ruined everything for them. Nancy probably hates me.

" Nancy has known about my crush for a while. " Steve admits nervously. " That's why we've broken up so much. I-no matter what I do I can't get you out of my fucking head. " He lets out a frustrated sigh. " Your smile, your eyes, fuck it's all I see at night. I sound insane, I know, but I don't know what to do. I can't just be in a relationship with someone else when all I think about is you. "

I continue to create space between us. " So I'm the reason you guys broke up? " Guilt begins to build up in my stomach.

" No! " Steve shakes his head. " You-you didn't do anything. There were plenty of other problems involved with our break up. This wasn't your fault. Honestly, this has been building up for years. Even if I didn't have a crush on you, Nancy and I probably would've split for good anyways. "

I still feel horrible. Like I contributed to their break up.

" Please, Y/N. You have to believe me. This wasn't your fault. "

I search Steve's eyes for any sign of lying. His expression is desperate, like he's scared I'm going to leave.

I stop.

Relief floods Steve's face.

" You really like me? " I ask quietly, scared he's going to laugh and make fun of me for believing him. He did have a mean streak in high school. I thought he grew out of it though.

" I swear on my life, I like you. " Steve's expression is sincere. " I like you so much sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode. "

I smile at the man. I never would have imagined this would happen. " I like you too. "

Steve begins to walk towards me again. This time, I don't run away. Once he's a few inches from me, he gently takes my hand. " Will you go on date with me, Y/N. "

" I would love to, Steve. "

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[piratefalls]

i have no real opening remarks, so have some fic, mind the tags, and have a good day!

masterlist

did the light hit my blush (when i told you you could be enough?) by matherine

Henry wasn’t eavesdropping. Really, he wasn’t — he had just come home from work at the shelter early, toed off his shoes at the door, and began to settle in when he heard it. “No, Nora,” Alex’s voice groans, floating out into the hall from where his bedroom door must be cracked open. “I can’t tell if he’s just not interested or oblivious. I’ve used my whole arsenal of flirting and Henry’s completely unresponsive.” Or: Alex has been flirting for months. It’s not that Henry didn’t notice — it’s that he thought he couldn’t possibly mean it.

Only Fools by OrchidScript

Henry rolled his eyes. “No. You tell me — that sounds better — why I should bring my ex-hook up to my brother’s wedding?” Pez hummed and half-shrugged. “Why wouldn’t you? He’s the perfect thing to light your gran’s helmet of hair on fire.” Pez set his cup down and leaned forward onto the table. “That’s what Pip encouraged you to do, didn’t he?” “Martha more than Pip, but yes. He did.” Henry sighed. “Then ask Alex.” -- With his brother's wedding a few weeks away, Henry Fox is determined to not show up alone. Not wanting to ask a stranger, he instead turns to Alex, hoping to manufacture something believable from something familiar. Try as he might to keep a level head, Henry can't help falling in love with the man. Will it come around to bite him or will it turn into something more than he had hoped?

kitchen confidential by stutteringpeach

The NDA is approximately a mile long. “Jesus fuck,” Alex splutters. “What, is their favourite film The Menu or something? Am I gonna come out of this one alive?” ~ Or, the one where Alex is hired to cater a private dinner party for Prince Henry and his friends, and it does not go as he expects.

Can You See Me? (I'm Waiting for the Right Time) by affectionatelyrs

“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react. “Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?” - Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare

getting good now by Standinginmoonlight

Alex sighs and balls his hands up into fists, digging them into his eye sockets until he sees stars, and then he’s speaking without his brain giving his mouth permission. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry someone British.” Or: the Love is Blind AU that no-one asked for.

A Sin Better Than Heaven by AnchoredArchangel

“Show me,” the king says, a demand. He sets the vial back down, careless to where it lands compared to where it originated. He leans back against the table, crosses his arms over his chest; chin raised, jaw set- a picture of regality. Henry’s heart is pounding in his chest, the unstable beat of too many horse hooves overlapping, like the canter through the woods that very afternoon before he was shoved from his saddle. For the first time, he considers the possibility that perhaps he had hit his head harder than he realized- against the ground or against the tree, because certainly his hope is misplaced; certainly he is not following this conversation as well as he presumed. “Show you what, Your Majesty?” The king only deigns to move a hand, untucking it from his elbow in order to wave it vaguely. “How your body responds to men.” Or: A criminally loose reimagining of the tent scene from Mary & George, only Alex is a sexually confused king, and Henry's the one who has been sent to seduce him.

it's so hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands by anincompletelist

His mother would have a fit if she could see him now, taking comfort he isn’t owed from men he shouldn’t want it from. But Henry wipes his tears with the back of his hand and Alex begins singing the dulcet tune of a Spanish lullaby and George feels, perhaps for the first time in his life, like he belongs.

Silence & Sound by @nocoastposts

Alex tugs at his hair and tries to focus on choosing his next words. He knows that Henry will help him - that he wants to help him. He knows that all he has to do is say the word. Henry stands and steps closer, holding Alex’s chin firmly and tilting his head up so their eyes are forced to meet. “You need me to clear that lovely head of yours, hm?” “Please,” Alex says in barely a whisper. or: Henry helps Alex fill the silence before indulging in the sound.

baby boy by smc_27

It starts as a joke. Alex taking the piss about how much money Henry has. How he could have anything he wanted, from anyone he wanted, if only he just asked.

all so human with our guards down by maxbegone

“Constant fear is debilitating,” Alex tells him later on. The sun has risen, though it’s barely prominent through the dark clouds in the sky. “Even in the world we live in now, you need to find the things that make it feel…normal.” Of course, Alex isn’t even sure that makes much sense, and he thinks about doubling back on what he just said with something stupid and word-vomitty, whatever pops into his head first, but Henry beats him to it. Much more suitable, and it puts Alex’s mind at ease: “I’m starting to think you’re right.” The world ended three years ago. No more all-night study sessions, no more drag brunch and mimosas, no more societal expectations. But out of everything Alex was expecting from an apocalypse, Henry sure as hell wasn't it.

Dallas, Texas by annesbonny

i thought I knew hopelessness. i thought I'd learned its specific dread years ago There's an assassination attempt on Ellen, Henry is caught up in the damage. Alex is... coping about as well as you would expect.

Best Practice in Sexual Favours by everwitch

They meet at a bar. Alex is young; fresh out of law school, sharp and charismatic and oh-so attractive. The sex is absolutely incredible, and Henry has no regrets. At least not until the morning after when he finds himself opposite Alex in a meeting — equipped with the painful knowledge that Alex’s boss thinks Alex’s only function in said meeting is to sit there and look all pretty. Somebody ought to call HR right about now. Or: when sexual relationships mix with professional ones, Alex and Henry make the most of it.

this is the first time I've felt the need to confess by theprinceandagcd

Alex frantically unlocks his phone and stares at their text thread, at the heart reaction that Henry had left on his most recent message. His thumbs hover uselessly over his screen, trembling as moisture burns his vision. The entire room is thick with uneasiness, heavy enough that it’s hard to breathe, and Alex wants to tell Henry something, wants to reach out and find the solace that Henry so often offers him without even realizing it. But mostly, as his brain finally catches up to what’s actually happening, all Alex can think is that he doesn’t want to die. He tries to come up with a list of reasons why in his head, a comprehensive one that probably should include family and career goals and a million other things, but in the end, in the moment, all he can fucking think about is Henry.

out of the kitchen by rizcriz

Alex looks to his right where Henry’s standing at his own door. Any moment now, Gordon Ramsay is going to tell them to turn the handle and one of them is going to cascade into a new life. He doesn't care if his door doesn’t open; in fact, he’d rather it didn’t. He’s come all this way, he’s proven himself as a chef, but there’s no denying that the man beside him was made for this role. For the last five weeks, he’s watched as Henry’s given his all to every challenge and dinner service. -- or, the Hell's Kitchen au literally nobody asked for.

i love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard) by coffeecatsme

Henry doesn’t doubt that, just as much as he doesn’t doubt now that Alex won’t have a single issue with him being trans. In another life, when Henry whispered it in the quiet hours of the night, he didn’t. In another life, when he kissed Henry anyway, he didn’t. In another life. In this one, when Alex meets his eyes, all there is left behind them is a cold glare that freezes Henry to his soul. One year ago, Henry had a whirlwind of a day with Alex after a chance meeting in a coffee shop, only to leave in the morning to protect his heart. He doesn't expect to see Alex again, until he shows up at June's wedding and finds out her brother is the same Alex he hasn't been able to get out of his mind for a year - and he's pissed.

Fragile Things by SatinBirds

Alex does not scare easily. But the moment he sees Henry fall, all breath leaves his body at once.

Trim my Christmas tree by clottedcreamfudge

Henry is a writer, not a mall Santa, but unfortunately this year - thanks to his adorable and conniving nieces and their Aunt Beatrice - he's going to have to be both. This doesn't leave him a great deal of time to pine horribly over the part-time bookseller and Law student over at June Claremont-Diaz's shop, but somehow he manages to jam it in anyway. Ho ho ho.

All Kinds of Wounds by allmylovesatonce

It throws Alex off when it takes longer for the door to close, when he hears Henry’s footsteps but doesn’t hear him approaching. As he listens closer, there are steps on the stairs and eventually the sound of feet on the second floor. Henry avoided him. Henry gets hurt at the shelter and tries to hide it from Alex.

blurred lines by seafloor

Henry is a lovesick writer; Alexander a charismatic bartender. They’re still fated to fall into bed at some point.

keep me up all night/ i wanna scratch your surface by @firenati0n

They step inside, greeted by moonlight streaming through the windows, illuminating their living room in a dreamy light; it’s enough to see outlines and shapes, enough to keep everything just a little bit secretive, a little softer around the edges. Henry moves his hand to flick on the kitchen light, and Alex’s hand shoots out to grab his wrist. Henry looks down at him questioningly, blue eyes sparkling even with the absence of light. Alex always feels a little off-kilter around him, Henry both his center of gravity and his reason for vertigo. He’s stabilizing, and dizzying, and everything. Alex’s thumb and index finger circle Henry’s slender wrist, exerting the slightest pressure. He feels Henry's pulse jump under his thumb. “Get on the couch.”

Voted most likely to run away with you by dreamsinthewitchouse

Alex drifts into consciousness in a bed full of tangled limbs and warm, sleep-rumpled skin. He’s lying half on his stomach and half on his side, the shoulder smushed against the bed protesting in a way that tells him he’s going to have a crick in his neck for the rest of the day. But fuck if he cares, with Henry stirring next to him, one of his long legs draped over the back of Alex’s thigh. Alex doesn’t need to open his eyes to know the room is hazy with filtered sunlight, spilling pale yellow through the carelessly drawn curtains.

everything just stops by HypnosTheory

Alex hums, pushing his nose into the side of Henry’s cock. “Let me give you your gift, Hen.” “You’ve already given me my gift,” Henry says, fingers tightening on the edge of the countertop. “Twice.” Alex laughs and takes Henry’s cock back into his mouth. Henry keens, knees shaking. He’s oversensitive already; Alex woke him up with a hand on his cock, and then in the shower surprised him with three fingers against his prostate. Each orgasm was greeted with a happy birthday, baby, which is a phrase that’s starting to have a Pavlovian response on Henry. --- Alex gives Henry all the birthday orgasms - Henry believes turnabout is fair play.

the wrong place by congee4lunch

“I don’t want you, I don’t want anything to do with you, Alexander,” Henry breathes out, his breath ghosting over Alex’s lips. “I just want to feel good.” “Perfect,” Alex grins. “I want the exact same thing, Fox.” henry and alex hate each other. when they're forced to share a hotel room and a bed for a night, they fuck about it.

Total Eclipse by @myheartalivewrites

Alex is not sure what the fuck is happening here. “And if you only hold me tight…” A man—probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen—is up on stage in this karaoke bar, absolutely murdering Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart and he’s pretty sure the guy is crying and it’s one of the most horrifying things he’s ever seen and Alex cannot. Look. Away.

Late Bloomer by @sparklepocalypse

Alex Claremont-Diaz is sixteen years old, and he hasn’t presented. His dad seems to think it’s fine and offers Alex regular reassurance that his cousin Angel hadn’t presented until nearly 20. His mom, though, gets a little crease between her eyebrows whenever she thinks Alex isn’t looking. Presenting is a Big Deal in the Claremont family, and Alex just... hasn’t. So Alex is sixteen, and he’s… a boy. That’s it. Just a boy. Not a boy and an alpha like his friend Marco, or a boy and an omega like his friend Noah. Just a boy.

living in a new normal by @forever-fixating

Henry Fox could write an entire dissertation based on how much information his twin nieces Penelope and Grace have told him about their favorite band, Austin Heat. The girls peppered him with neverending facts since he surprised them with tickets and meet-and-greet passes to their concert at Madison Square Garden last Christmas. -- Henry Fox takes his nieces to a concert of their favorite band, Austin Heat. He gets a bit more than he bargained for when he meets singer and guitarist Alex Claremont-Diaz.

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[hqbaby]

twenty-four — get it now

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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You wouldn’t say you’ve ever been a violent person. Sure, there were the occasional punches you threw at Oikawa and the slap wars with Yachi and that one time you and Yukie decided to box each other in the gym… but those times don’t count. They’re your friends and you only fight them because you love them.

The point is that you’ve never wanted to punch a stranger. Not until now at least.

It’s the weekend after midterms and you and a few of your friends have managed to pool some money together (mostly Sakusa) to rent a villa near the beach. Granted, it’s basically winter and none of you have any intentions of swimming, but you’re all usually caught up with training in the spring and summer so this is your only real chance to do this.

So here you are, gathered with your friends in the living room over mountains of food, talking over some reality dating show… meeting Suna’s girlfriend.

“This is Ayame,” he tells the group, his arm around her waist. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone is stunned. And rightfully so. They all know that Suna and the word “girlfriend” just don’t mix. At least, they’ve never seen it happen before. They never thought they would.

It’s your boyfriend who speaks up first.

“Well I’ll be damned!” he says, smiling widely. Like he’s just won a prize. “Yer the girl he’s been seein’ for a while now, aren’t ya?”

The girl blushes a little at that, offering a soft smile.

She’s pretty. You’ll give her that. And, honestly, in any other context, you would actually want to get to know her, to be her friend.

Maybe if Suna’s arm wasn’t around her waist—holding her the same way he used to hold you—you wouldn’t feel the urge to tackle her. Right now, you’re about ready to jump up from the couch and grab her hair.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” she says, tamping your violent intentions. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your weekend together.”

Atsumu speaks again. “We don’t mind at all! We’d love to have our Sunarin’s girlfriend with us.”

Suna glares at him. “Whatever,” he says, picking up her bags and leading her to the stairs. “I’m gonna help her get settled.”

The two of them walk up to the second floor and, when everyone hears the door upstairs open and close, the room erupts into chaos.

“Who the fuck was that?” Aran.

“That man’s a mystery!” Hinata.

“I wonder what’s wrong with her.” Osamu.

“Did she take off her shoes?” Sakusa.

“She has a pretty smile!” Bokuto.

“Did we all see the same thing?” Kita.

"Okay, I think she took off her shoes." Sakusa.

“I think it’s great!” Atsumu.

You glance over at your boyfriend sitting beside you, brows furrowed as you catch his beaming smile and bright eyes. “You think it’s great?”

He turns to you and nods. “I mean, he finally has someone. That’s cool, right?”

There’s an edge to his tone that you’ve only picked up on now. What is it?

“Right,” you say, smiling awkwardly. “It is—it’s good for him.”

The truth is that Atsumu hasn’t brought up your relationship with Suna since you first talked about it. You have a feeling he’s been avoiding the subject entirely. You haven’t been too keen on discussing it either so you just never mentioned it.

You don’t know how he actually feels about the whole thing. And, if you’re being honest, you’re a little scared to find out.

The boys eventually head down the basement to mess with the pool table while you, Kaori, and Yachi grab a bottle of wine and play a game of Monopoly. You’re all cheating and the rules are entirely lost on account of you constantly distracting each other with new topics to talk about, but you’re having fun.

Until you’re not.

“Hey,” Suna greets the three of you—well, it’s more like he greets Yachi and Kaori with how much he’s avoiding your eyes, but it’s the thought that counts. His girlfriend is right behind him. “Where are the guys?”

“Basement. They’ve been waiting for you,” Kaori answers, she rolls the dice and waves at the girl behind him. “You wanna join us?”

Your eyes flick over to Kaori’s across the coffee table, but all she does is give you a look like “What are we supposed to do? Ignore her?” and you know she’s right. You can't be rude.

You look up at the girlfriend and smile. “Yeah, join us!” you say cheerily. “The boys are lame anyway.”

She starts at your sudden attention but hides it well. She’s clearly had some practice. “Oh, sure,” she says. “Thank you.”

Suna makes a face like he’s about to say something but decides against it. With a short nod and a quick glance at you, he says he’ll see you all later and walks out of the room.

“So who’s winning?” the girlfriend asks, sitting down on the carpet at the empty side of the table—beside you.

“Oh, no one really,” you tell her. “We’ve mostly been talking.”

She smiles. “I get that,” she says. “I can’t even watch movies with my friends anymore. We just talk over them.”

“We do too!” Yachi says, rolling the dice and taking her turn. “Y/N’s the worst of us though.”

You stick your tongue out at her. “Says the person that talked through Barbie.”

“I had to pee and no one was catching me up!”

You and Kaori laugh, taking your turns at the game.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name earlier,” you tell the girl as you pay Yachi.

“Oh!” she says. “It’s Ayame.”

You nod at her, smiling so sweetly you almost make yourself sick. “I’m Y/N,” you say before looking over at your friends, “and that’s Kaori and Yachi.”

“It’s so nice to meet you all.”

Highly doubt that.

“What’s your major?” Yachi asks. “Shoot, Kao, I rolled the die under the couch.”

“I’m an econ major,” Ayame says, laughing a little as Kaori struggles to grab the die. “Need help?”

Kaori shakes her head, pulling her arm from under the couch and holding the die up for all to see. “Tada!” she says before turning her attention back to Ayame. “Why econ?”

The girl shrugs. “Parents.”

“Same.” Kaori sighs. “They made me go into marketing.”

“I’m in marketing too,” Yachi says. “That’s how Kaori and I met.”

Ayame nods before turning to look at you. “Y/N, you’re taking chem, right?”

You focus on the board in front of you, keeping your eyes away from her when you answer. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

She giggles and you can’t help but feel your blood boil at the sound. It just sounds so light and airy and sweet, no one should be able to laugh that way. “Everyone kinda knows you,” she says. “You’re the campus dream girl.”

“Ah,” you say, letting out a chuckle. You sound so fake. “Right.”

The four of you continue exchanging the regular pleasantries. Where are you from? What highschool did you go to? How were your midterms?

The more she talks, the more you start to hate Ayame even more... because there's absolutely nothing wrong with her. She’s so perfect it makes you wish you could just spontaneously combust.

“So you and Suna, huh?” Kaori eventually says. “That’s interesting.”

You narrow your eyes at her slightly, hoping Ayame doesn’t catch on. “Yeah, we were all wondering about that, Kao.”

The girl seems oblivious to your tone. Or at least she doesn’t care enough to react to it. “Oh, well, you know,” she says, placing her hands on the carpet behind her and leaning back. “He’s not exactly the commitment type.”

Yachi nods. “Yeah, we wouldn't necessarily peg him as that.”

You clear your throat. “So how did you guys get together?” you ask, trying to sound as natural as possible.

Ayame seems to shrink a little at that. You wonder why. “We were kinda seeing each other casually for a while,” she explains. “About two weeks ago, we decided to make it official.”

Kaori stills, having the same realization as you. “Two weeks?”

“Yup. Before midterms season.”

Two weeks ago, you had just gotten home from your trip visiting family. Two weeks ago, Suna told Atsumu something about what happened between the two of you. Two weeks ago, you came clean to your boyfriend about what had happened. 

For two whole weeks you’ve been wondering what Suna told him.

For two whole weeks, he’s been with this girl. This girl who looks too good, too kind, too sweet to deserve anything less than the best. The complete opposite of you, the complete opposite of Suna, the complete opposite of what anyone deserves.

You don’t even realize you’re standing up until Kaori asks if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I am,” you reassure her, trying your best to keep the smile from slipping off your face. “I just need some air. I’ll be right back.”

You slip out of the room, putting on a stray sweater from a nearby couch, and stepping out into the backyard of the rental. You sit on one of the benches outside, the whole place dark save for a few lampposts and the stars in the night sky.

You find your phone in your pocket and tap the top name in your contacts, trying to catch your breath.

“Hello?” the voice on the other line says. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You’re scared that you'll end up choking on nothing. “Tooru,” you say quietly, a strangling sensation gripping your throat. “I-he—well, it’s… bad. I don’t feel good.”

“What? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

The panic in his voice snaps you out of your haze.

“No! Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you tell him. “Sorry. I just didn’t know who to call.”

You hear him breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of your words. “Okay,” he says, clearly still concerned, “but what’s wrong?”

You let out a sob. You didn’t know you were crying.

“He has a girlfriend,” you say, crouching and putting your head in your hands. You don’t even try to wipe your tears, they’d just keep coming anyway. “And she’s pretty and sweet and completely innocent in all this and… I should’ve seen it coming.”

You don’t even need to say his name for Oikawa to know who you’re talking about. 

He sucks through his teeth, worried about you and a little disappointed that you’re having this conversation in the first place. He knew you were still being weird about Suna, but he figured that being Atsumu had changed things for you. He should’ve known things wouldn't change that much that soon.

“That sucks,” he says eventually. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You shake your head, holding the phone to your ear. “I’m being stupid.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I already have Atsumu. This is so fucking dumb.”

“Stop it.”

“I honestly don’t know what I expected. It’s not like he cared about me—”

His voice is hard on the other line. “No,” he says firmly. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

You take a deep breath, sucking in the salty air drifting from the ocean. “Sorry, Tooru,” you tell him. “I’m okay. Just a sucky moment. Sorry.”

You hang up before he can even say another word. You just sit there on the bench, staring at the beach as the waves overtake the shore, the chill winds that come with the end of fall surrounding you.

“Y/N?”

Fuck.

“Ayame, hey,” you say, wiping your eyes as best as you can. “Is everything good?”

She nods, closing the door to the house behind her. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” she tells you. The girl steps closer, cautiously taking a seat on the bench a good distance away from you. “Are you good?”

“Oh, yeah, never been better,” you say, waving it off. “Allergies.”

She nods. “Right.”

You pick at your nails anxiously, unable to say anything else. There’s just something about having her sit beside you that sets your lungs ablaze. You’re burning from inside out and you can’t say it’s a good feeling.

“You should talk to him.”

Your head bolts up at that, staring at Ayame with a confused look. “What do you mean?”

The expression on her face could be anything. Pity? Worry? Concern? Jealousy? You can’t tell. All you know is she probably feels bad about something.

“Suna,” she says, the name rolling off her tongue like a knife to the heart. “You should talk to him. He might have some things to say to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

Ayame reaches out and places a hand on top of yours. She smiles. “I think I get it now.”

You frown. Why is she touching you? And why aren’t you pulling away? “Get what?”

“Talk to him,” she says, squeezing your hand. She gets up and heads for the door. “Just… listen to what he has to say.”

She steps inside the house and closes the door behind her, leaving you gaping in confusion in her wake.

What would he have to say?

notes. now everyone say THANK YOU AYAME also!! we are kinda entering the end zone 🫣 idk how to feel abt that yet but YEAH HERE WE ARE

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #haikyuu fic

[inkyquince]

anyway, Miguel O Hara

content warning. spoiiiiliessssss, stalker and creep miguel o hara, extremely dubious at all times, invasion of the grandes tetas, strong scent kink, rough handling, nsfw but not written sex because its 1am and im sleepy and october is showing me ds2 sims 2 gameplay and i feel myself going insane. oh yeah, and, big ole size kink.

spoilers for the movie under the cut, but yknow its horny

So, canon Miguel sees another version of himself get fucking shot, right? Immediately slips through to prevent a canon event with his daughter, right? Takes over the old Miguel's life. Born to be a single mother, forced to beef with a teenager right?

Well, what if he saw something else in his other life?

He's broken and he's lonely here, but... He has a kid... And he has a partner. And it's someone he knows. Married to a distant friend in this life, but you're his in another one. The one where he's happy, with his kid.

It's hard, tearing his eyes away from what should be. What he should have, carrying his baby in one arm and the other around your waist. His other self looks so happy, so content, so fucking free. Unlike him in his entirety, where he's alone, against the world.

Not only does he become obsessed with this alternative world, he gets stranger and stranger around you. He knows in another life, you lead him into happiness, into being a father. Miguel is usually quiet and stoic, but his presence starts being almost oppressive around you. He seems to stare all the time, his broad, lithe fingers tapping along his muscular arm. Intense and quiet, with something brewing in his deep, dark eyes. He tries to talk more to you, even try to see you away from your spouse, but you never start to look at him like you do in the other dimension. Warm and soft and longing. It starts to irk him, something growing in his stomach. You're fucking his, in another life, yeah, but you're his. But he can't do anything. You're not his. So it builds in his gut.

There's some part of him that believes he can still get this happiness in this world. He can still be who he was meant to be. Miguel spends some evenings climbing the walls to look into your apartment windows, to catch you showering or changing. He doesn't even need to break the window to slip in, the second you leave through the door. A pair of your underwear in his hand, maybe a venture into the bathroom to sniff at your shower wash. Pick up your toothbrush, just to rest it on his tongue. He sits on your side of the bed and rests his broad hand on your pillow, skimming over it, as it to help him imagine stroking your hair as you awaken in the morning.

This isn't what a hero does. He knows that. He knows that Spiderman doesn't enjoy towering over you when the group hangs out, drinking in the size difference. Loves the little expression you look up at him with, like a doe in the headlights. He catches himself dragging a tongue over his canine was he passed behind you, ducking down just enough to catch the scent from your neck.

A hero doesn't follow you when you go out at night. Watches you from outside your window. Doesn't think about how it would be okay if your spouse bled out in the streets one night, and he'd be by your side in minutes.

Each time it all feels too much, he checks over with his other self. Laughing with his daughter jumping into his arms. His other self's hand on your knee as you sit next to him on the couch with a yawn. The way it slowly traces over your thigh as he lean over to give him a kiss.

The feeling builds even more.

Then, the day happens. He watches himself get shot, and he leaves his other life behind. Steps through and becomes someone new.

That night, your husband comes home. Miguel seems to walk straight past you to go to your daughter's room. You were surprised, but gave it no thought as you continued to make him some empanadas, rain lashing against the window.

Miguel hadn't wanted to look at you, not yet. Needed to look at his daughter, needed to take a moment. He kneeled down, by her tiny bed, stroking slowly against her hair as she breathed softly. She slept like there was no pain in the world, no loss... And thanks to him, she wouldn't wake up to her father being dead. Gone. Unable to tuck her into bed anymore. So he just tugged the blanket up to her chin and stood slowly. Leaving the room, he paused in the doorframe, giving his daughter a soft look before glancing towards the kitchen again. Not yet. Not just yet. He needs to make sure.

Turning on his heel, Miguel headed deeper into the flat, looking around until he found the master bedroom. Spick and span, but homey. Unlike his old bedroom. Pictures on the walls. Things on both bedside tables. A blanket laid over the duvet. His dark eyes turned towards the closet, and slowly opened the door, exhaling softly. Your clothes. Next to his clothes. His fingers dragged along the fabric, rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb.

A shaky sigh left Miguel's lips as he gripped the garment tightly, almost ripping it. Shoving the item close to his face, he inhaled deeply, almost tasting your scent on his tongue. It's you. It's no one else. It's you and in this world, you're with him. No one else.

Miguel's clawed hands moved on their own accord as they yanked open the drawers below the hanging clothes, finding socks, bras and... Underwear. Few pairs of his, few pairs of yours. Snatching yours up, he crushed them against his face again, inhaling with his lips parted. He got a dizzying head rush. His eyes snagged on the laundry basket, exhaling loud and slow as he smelled the scent of you and detergent from your clean underwear.

He'll get a proper taste of you if he rooted around in there instead-

"Miguel!" He froze up and immediately stuffed your underwear into his pocket, as if he was a thief instead of your husband, and very entitled them. "Food!"

He dragged his tongue over his lips and stalked from the bedroom.

Miguel was acting strange when he got back from checking on your daughter, his darkened eyes drinking you in as you served up his plate first.

"Hungry?" You gave him a soft smile. "She ate earlier at her friend's house, don't worry."

He wasn't worried. He should be. It's one of those things he'll learn to do, as a new father. But for now, he just walks closer, dragging his broad palm over the counter. His fingers twitch as the distance between you two become smaller and smaller. Soon enough, he's at your back, with his hands twitching before settling on your hips. You hummed as he drew you closer to his towering body, lolling your head back to rest against his shoulder (against, not on his shoulder, Miguel was too tall for that).

Your lips were right there. Perfect and soft and unbitten.

He should change that.

Miguel slowly lowered his head to brush his lips against yours, slowly exhaling as he did so. You gave a similiar sigh and leaned into the kiss, which remained sweet and soft, until you teasingly gave his bottom lip a nip.

The feeling in his gut burst.

He ripped his lips away, just to grip your hips tighter and spin you around. You blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden movement, but couldn't say anything before his tongue was snaking back inside of your mouth, licking at your teeth before forcibly pressing down on your tongue. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers, digging into your stomach as he manhandled you.

"Mig-" You pulled away to breath but he quickly covered your lips with his again, desperation rolling off of him.

"Solo callate." He hissed against your mouth, sharp canines digging into your bottom lip. "Por favor, déjame tenerte primero. Si me amas, déjame usarte."

You couldn't even reply when he shoved you down on the kitchen counter, sending the plates crashing down to the floor. It was like you were immobalised, stunned. Miguel was never rough with you, not really. He was always too aware of how big he was compared to you. But all that seemed to have been tossed out the window.

Your husband roughly yanked your legs apart, breathing low and heavy. Lowering one of his hands slowly, he gave your crotch a squeeze, as his cock began to tent the front of his trousers.

"Quieres que te toque aquí? Te gusta?" Miguel whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, slowly squeezing your crotch, his sharp teeth coming in as you struggled not to moan at his ministrations.

He was scaring you enough for you to try and pull away, but he was too fucking big. He encompassed you. Totally and wholly. Miguel's eyes were two obsidian stones, pupils blown wide and staring down at you with an endless hunger that wasn't there before. He leaned down again and you just pressed your face to the side, avoiding his lips connecting with yours, instead pressing against your cheek.

With a low, almost animalistic snarl, his fingers dug into your jaw and wrenched your head back to stare into your eyes.

"You will let me have you. You cannot take this from me. Not now." You struggled to comprehend what he meant, but he took your silence in stride and pressed his tongue back into your mouth with a low groan.

You cannot stop this, Miguel thought, everything becoming hazy as he felt desire roll over him.You can't make him stop. Not when he finally has you.

rough translations (remember, im using my high school level knowledge, so the grammar is fuck):

"Solo callate. Por favor, déjame tenerte primero. Si me amas, déjame usarte." - "Just shut up. Please let me have you first. If you love me, let me use you."

"Quieres que te toque aquí? Te gusta?"- "Do you want me to touch you here? Do you like it?"

#miguel o hara #miguel x reader #nsft #quincewrites #im so sorry to everyone more fluent in spanish than me #but please message so i can fix it #anyway #its nearly 1am #i threatened to piss october's pants #and ive been shaming quiet #all is good #take tHIS #atspv

[lllivia]

roadtrip, baby!!

Jenna ortega x fem!reader

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Jenna's pov

After working myself to exhaustion for months on end without a stop, it's good to finally have some time off to be with my beautiful girlfriend. We were thinking of going on a road trip with no decided destination, just seeing where we would end up. After prepping Y/N's car with everything we were going to need, we set off.

About an hour into the ride I put my hand on Y/N's thigh getting bored of just looking at the road, I could feel her glancing at me for a second before looking at the road again, I pretended like I didn't notice anything just continuing to watch my phone.

"Where do you want to stop first" Y/N's voice said being muffled my my headphones, taking them off I thought. "Well I am kinda hungry... Maybe some kind of gas station? I've been craving a salmon wrap" I said thinking out loud "Ooo that sounds nice" Y/N responded while pulling into the parking lot of a gas station, I couldn't help but find it attractive at how focused she was. "Come on then" she said opening the car door for me and pecking me on the lips. We walked inside holding hands, my face covered in some sunglasses and a hoodie in case some fan noticed me, don't get me wrong I love my fans but right now it's my time off and I only want my gorgeous girlfriend fawning over me, and not thousands of strangers.

I walked around looking for some yummy snacks for me and Y/N to share when I noticed her laughing at something someone said to her over the phone, I picked the snacks I liked before walking over to her waiting for her to pick what she liked. "Aww that's so adorable" she giggled barely paying attention to me as I grabbed onto her arm leaning against her. "What are you talking about?" I asked slightly irritated at not being able to hear what was being said on the other side of the phone. "Oh nothing dw, just something Natasha did" she smiled before laughing again at something Natasha said. Does that mean she just called her adorable? Why the fuck would she do that in front of her own girlfriend. I put my things down before storming out to the car sitting down in my seat, and locking the doors, my frustration about Y/N already hanging too much out with Nat rising at the fact that she decided to talk when it was our alone time together.

Y/N's pov

I looked over my shoulder shocked, why did Jenna just storm out like that, one minute she was talking about how much she was craving a salmon wrap and wanting snacks for the ride and the next moment she's looking like she wants to kill someone? What is her problem, she's been working in Romania for months and then when she's finally off work she acts like this?

I went and bought everything she was craving before heading out back to the car. I walked over to the driver's side trying to smile and lifting up my arms showing her what I got, Jenna only looked for a second before turning back to her phone, I tried pulling the door handle only for it to be locked. "Are you serious Jenna?? What'd I even do to you oh my god" I said with my voice slightly raised hurt that she was being like this. She only opened the door for me in response never lifting her gaze from the screen in front of her.

Jenna's pov

We drove in silence, the only sound to be heard was the traffic outside. I wanted to talk to her, but at the same time I was too pissed to utter anything, so I just turned up the volume on my music and closed my eyes hoping to fall asleep.

"Jenna? Jenna wake up, we're at the hotel" I heard Y/N's voice say, fluttering my eyes open I turned down the sound of the music and stepped out of the car. "Come on we've already reserved a room for us to stay in tonight" Y/N said carrying both of our baggage inside of the fancy hotel, after getting our keys and entering our room I opened my bag finding my toothbrush. "Are you ready to talk about why you're acting like such a brat now?" I just rolled my eyes walking into the bathroom. "You know what, this is so stupid, I'm leaving" I flinched slightly at the door slamming behind her, already regretting acting like such a bitch, I looked at myself in the mirror before running out the doors after chipping my shoes on. I looked down the hallway before speed walking down the stairs and into the lobby, I started to worry slightly she must have already gone out. I walked out slowly as to not attract too much attention. After walking by the water next to the hotel for about fifteen minutes I finally spotted my girlfriend sitting at a bench looking out at the water. I walked over as fast as I could before sitting down next to her turning and saying "I'm sorry" silence. "I'm sorry for ignoring you and not telling you why, I was honestly just jealous of that girl, you're just so close to her and it just, it makes me kinda insecure, and I couldn't get the image of you two out of my head, and then you calling her adorable was the last straw, also my work has been stressing me out lately and I haven't been sleeping enough." I admitted ashamed of myself. "Then you should have just told me Jenna, I could have just stopped talking to her, you're the love of my life and I would do anything for you. Also I wasn't calling Natasha adorable, she had learned her puppy how to high five" Y/N smiled, finally getting why I was so mad. "Oh well you could of just said so" I grinned wrapping my arms around her, than pecking her on the cheek. "But we should get back to our room now, it's getting cold out here and it's late"

💗 Masterlist 💗

will most likely rewrite

- also might make a part 2 of them continuing the road trip

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[juanarc-thethird]

The Queen of the Grimm can't be this cute Part 3

Salem: You warriors fought well. For that alone, allow me the honor of learning your names. What's your name boy?

Jaune: Dragon...

Salem: Dragon... what?

Jaune smiles

Jaune: Dragon dees nuts over your-

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Ruby: And so, my friends and I, we saved the world from Salem.

Random stranger: Wow, I still can't believe that with a dumb joke you guys saved the world.

Nora: Is because that didn't happen.

Random stranger: What?! But you guys beat her! So was that Deez Nuts joke a lie?!

Ruby: Well...

Nora: Oh, not quite. Some nuts sure did help. Right, Ruby?~ *Smug*

Random stranger: What does she mean by that, hero?

Ruby: Nothing! Is nothing at all!

Random stranger: Okay? And what happened to your friend Jaune? Did he return home or is he on another mission?

Ruby: Well….

Nora: He's busy stuffing a-!

Ruby: NORA!!!!

Meanwhile inside Salem's chambers in the castle.

Salem: Oh yes!!! Take me you brute!!! Fill me up with your babies!!!!

Jaune: Oh FUcK!!

Outside.

Cinder: I can't believe she's sleeping with the enemy!

Neo: "I don't mind🙂"

Emerald: Me too. Ever since he arrived, she's been in such a good mood that we don't have to worry about her killing us.

Neo: "Yeah!😆"

Cinder: You girls don't get it! This is a trap to take power so they can finish us off once and for all!

Neo: "You're just mad because you wanted to fuck him first😒"

Cinder: *Blushing* N-Noo!!

Emerald: You're right, the other time I found cinder saying his name while she was touching her-

Cinder: STOP! I would never sleep with a weakling like him!

Neo: "Really?🤔 Then you don't care to know that Salem is looking for someone to fuck her new husband."

Cinder: What did you say?

Neo: That she is looking for someone who can fuck her husband. Right Em?😏

Emerald: *Confuse* What?

Neo: "You know, that she is already very old and cannot keep up with her husband"

Emerald: What are you- *Gets elbows by her* Ouch! Ok I get it! Yes she said that.

Neo: "You see😉"

Cinder: She is looking for someone?… *Her nose starts bleeding*

Emerald: *Quietly* What are you planning?

Neo: "Just watch😈"

Cinder: Yes….Yes…. YES!! This is perfect! By taking this opportunity I can approach him and fu-I mean!! expose his plan once and for all. It's brilliant!!

Neo: "You're amazing Cinder.🤩 You know what, you should tell Salem right now. She'd love it.😁"

Cinder: Of course, I'll tell her right now!

Without wasting any time, Cinder walks over to the door of Salem's room and slams it open. Emerald tries to stop her but she fails.

Emerald: Cinder wait!!!

*BAM!*

Cinder: My mistress, I want to offer myself as a tribute!!!

In front of her was Jaune lying on the bed holding Salem's waist, while she was sitting on his pelvis, both of them naked and surprised by Cinder's unexpected entrance.

Salem: *Covers herself* Cinder, what the hell are you doing here?!!

Cinder: I came to offer myself as a tribute!

Salem: *Confuse* Tribute? Tribute for what?

Cinder: For me to fuck your husband!

Salem: Excuse me?!!

Cinder: You said you were too old for you to keep up with him. So I'm here to help you, my mistress. *bows*

Salem: How dare you.

Cinder: Huh?

Salem: How dare you call me old! Get out!!

Salem makes some tentacles appear from the ground. They grab Cinder and throw her out of the room and into the hall, closing the door behind them. In the hallways, the girls just watch as Cinder is thrown into the wall like a rag doll.

Neo: "🤣🤣🤣"

Emerald: *Disappointed* Oh my god...

Inside the room

Salem: God, where did she get that ridiculous idea?

At that moment she feels something growing inside her.

Salem: Oh my! Did...Did you just get bigger?

Jaune: Sorry, it's just that you look very hot when you get angry.

Salem: *She takes his hands* I see~ So you like seeing me angry, huh?~

Jaune: *Nervous* Y-Yes

She yanks Jaune's arms out on either side of the bed.

Salem: Then let me show you how mad I can get~ *Kiss him*

Jaune: 💕!~

#jaune #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #jaune arc #Salem #rwby salem #jaune x salem #rwby jaune x salem #jaune arc x salem #rwby jaune arc x salem #rwby ruby #rwby ruby rose #ruby rose #rwby neopolitan #rwby neo #rwby emerald sustrai #emerald sustrai #rwby emerald #nora valkyrie #rwby nora #rwby nora valkyrie #rwby #rwby smut #The Queen of the Grim can't be this cute

[mlmxreader]

Quick Visit | Black Noir x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: May I request "Are you... goddamn, you cannot be jealous right now" with Black noir? Please and thank you?

summary: Noir's always had a possessive and jealous streak, it's just a shame that it comes out at times where it shouldn't.

tws: swearing, possessiveness, jealousy

Noir was no stranger to making it known that he was your boyfriend, as it wasn't rare for him to text you while you were at work, when he knew that other people would see the pictures he sent you of himself and the little text captions that went with them; he knew exactly what he was doing, and even though he often sent you various selfies while he was working so that he could check in on you, it was purposeful when he sent you certain pictures at work - ones of him topless with his mask still on, ones with rather raunchy captions. Just so that whoever saw would know that you were his.

But beneath his possessive tendencies, he was still sweet; if he got home first, he would do the cooking and the cleaning. He often brought you back little gifts when he could, he often brought back a fair few if he was gone for a while. Noir could be so sweet, but he was no stranger to jealousy.

So when you decided to visit him at Vought, and you were chatting to A Train, Noir couldn't help himself; he crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, resting his head on your shoulder as he glared at A Train through his mask. You felt bad for Reggie, the look of fear in his eyes when he realised that you were Noir's significant other, but when you tried to continue the conversation, he knew that he would be alright. No one wanted to mess with Noir, but when you were making no move to leave, they often got the message that it was safe.

But when A Train was called by someone else, and he politely excused himself and asked if he could text you later to carry on your little conversation, Noir coaxed you back into his room; in an instant, he had you pinned against the door, easily lifting your legs up and holding onto your thighs as he let you wrap them around his waist.

"Noir!" You moaned softly, your hands on his shoulders as you clenched your jaw. "Are you... goddamn you cannot be jealous right now."

Noir nodded, pressing into you a little more.

"Get your phone," you panted, moving his mask up so that his lips were visible.

He did as you asked, pulling out his phone and sending you a quick text, "mine. want 2 kiss you, now."

You looked at it, then nodded, closing the distance and letting him properly pin you against the door as he took control; it was open mouthed and all breath and moans and shudders, but you loved it when he was like that. When he got rough and possessive and jealous, you adored it; he was usually so soft and gentle and tender, you loved it when he snapped and decided that he had to show everyone that you were his, and only his, and when he let go of one of your thighs, moving his hand round so that he could grab your ass, you let out a loud moan.

"Noir," the word came out so hoarse and raw that it was almost hard to hear. "Noir, wait a second."

He pulled away immediately, gently letting your legs go as he kept his hand on your ass, daring to send another text. "I'm sorry."

You shook your head, cupping his face in your hands as you smiled at him, a quiet laugh coming from the back of your throat. "It's okay. I... I'll admit it's really fucking hot when you get jealous like that, but... I'd rather we waited until we got home."

He nodded, pressing his forehead to your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he could.

"I love you, too," you whispered, holding tightly onto him. "And, for the record? It's only because I don't want Homelander to walk in on us."

He laughed quietly, nodding. Nobody wanted that.

"I have the day free," you started, "and if you want, I could go down to that shop we like that does the iced coffees - if you're not busy we could chill out here?"

Noir pulled away only so that he could send you a text, "do you want the money?"

You shook your head, pulling down his mask again and pressing a kiss to his forehead, trying not to wince at how warm his helmet was. "My treat... same as always?"

Noir nodded. "Maybe get snacks?"

"Sure," you agreed with a grin. "How does fig rolls, dough balls and cheesy garlic bread sound?"

"Real nice," he texted back, "love you. stay safe."

"I'm always safe," you told him quietly. "Because I know I've got you looking out for me."

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[charaznablescanontoyota]

ticket + al ?

[this is an au just go with it trust the process]

al doesn't always get on the train in the morning. sometimes he sleeps in and skips class, sometimes he goes and has a long breakfast at the diner around the corner. sometimes he borrows the keys to winry's car and drives out to the lake to fish until the sun sets. but more times than not, he wakes up, makes coffee, and takes the train into the city. even if he does still skip class when he gets there.

today is one of those times. the commuter line is always two minutes late, and always crowded, so al gets to the platform ten minutes early and waits. he doesn't always do this. but he's feeling a window seat today, and he's also feeling...maybe getting to campus and then fucking off to the library. there's a reference book on quantum physics he's slogging his way through at the pace of about one chapter a week.

he gets a window seat in the same car he always sits in, and slides his walkman headphones over his ears. this is the least populated car on the train, which means that no one will talk to him. he's tried the other cars before; someone always does, whether it's a stranger or someone who knows him from class. sometimes it's nice. sometimes al gets starved for social interaction. but mostly, he wants to be left alone for the journey, and he knows no one will sit anywhere near him in this car.

except - well, except for the fact that a girl he doesn't recognize does exactly that, and sits down in the seat directly across from his.

"um," al says.

"shut up," the girl says. she's dressed all in black, probably his age if not a little younger, and her short hair is all on end like she's been running her hands through it. "you - you know something, don't you?"

he takes his headphones off slowly. "something about what?"

"you're not always on the train," she says.

"well," he says, and stretches the word out, stalling. he's beginning to get a sense for what this is about, but he doesn't want to believe it yet. "sure, i don't take it every day."

"not what i mean. you know what i mean."

"should i?"

"the guy is about to come in and ask for tickets," the girl says, exactly as the door to the car slides open and it begins to happen. "the two high school boys right near the door don't have theirs, but he'll let them go one stop before they have to get off. the lady one down from them is going to spill her whole purse out trying to find hers, and lose a tin of mints, a thing of chapstick, and -"

"stop, stop," al says, and waves her off, feeling vaguely nauseous. "i get it, okay?"

it happens the way she says it will. the way al knows it will. he and the girl both get their tickets punched, and don't talk again until the train is moving.

"what's your name?" the girl demands.

"al," he says.

"audrey," she says, in reciprocation. "do you have one of these? a number?"

she shows him her palm - the number 9 is printed there, etched on her skin in bright, unnatural green. only a little over a week. it's impressive that she's already picked up some of the patterns on the train, in that short a time. al realizes he's been reflexively curling his own right hand up into the sleeve of his coat, and grimaces.

"yeah, here," he says, and shows audrey his number.

her eyes go wide. "two-fifty? that's -"

"- almost a calendar year." he takes his hand back, tugs his sleeve down over it. "i'm aware."

"well," audrey says. she sinks back into her seat looking horribly perturbed, folding her arms over her chest. "fuck. have you tried learning the piano yet?"

"you think that would help?" al raises his eyebrows. he's not thought of that one before. "i could try it."

audrey opens her mouth, shuts it again. squints at him like she's trying to gauge if he's fucking with her.

"it's from a movie," she says.

"oh. i don't really watch movies," he says cheerfully.

"je-sus," audrey exhales. she runs a hand from her hair, pushing it so it sticks up in the other direction. "alright. well, what have you tried?"

#marn writes #interstitial infinity #'what time period is this set in' uhh vaguely the 90s dw about it #what if the thing forcing character development wasnt a train but it was a. you see where im going with this #yes i think all the main 5 teens are here somewhere and theyre all Handling It in various maladapted ways #90s time loop au

[the-writer-arcane]

the beginning of the end (day four)

PAIRING: ziggy berman x cit!gn!reader

SUMMARY: nurse lane isn’t around to help with ziggy’s burn, but luckily you are.

WARNINGS: N/A

WORDS: 1.2K

A/N: merry christmas or happy holidays!

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The cabin is empty, the redhead discerns as she continues to call out for Nurse Lane. Her voice dying in her throat as she walks into the woman's office, an open book lying on the desk. Leather bound cover and all, whoever created this was clearing going for an antique vibe. Slowly, she turns the book towards her, gripping the edges as she begins to read.

"I don't know who you are, but I doubt Nurse Lane would appreciate you snooping," Your voice rings in her ears as you lean against the door frame. 

She spins on her heel to face you, a soft gasp leaving her mouth. "You scared the shit out of me." Nothing, just a blank stare from you as you push yourself away from the wooden frame. Glancing over her shoulder, you frown at the contents of the book. The Devil's Mark. "Hey, are you deaf or something?" Your attention snaps back to the girl in front of you.

"No, I'm just used to ignoring people."

The redhead raises an eyebrow, something like amusement playing in her eyes that she won't let show on her lips. "That's great, but uh, where's Nurse Lane? It's kind of urgent."

"So I heard, you could die any minute now." You watch as recognition registers on her face from the words she had called out earlier to a supposedly empty cabin. She opens her mouth, presumably to ask if you'd been lurking in the cabin before she got there, but you beat her to the punch. "No, I don't know where she is. Probably taking her break before the influx of campers that are no doubt coming."

"Well, at least I can say I tried," She shrugs, but doesn't move from her spot. Her eyes are wandering the cabin now. "Why would there be campers coming?"

"Well, it's day four of a shitty summer camp where kids can't seem to keep their hands to themselves. Either petty fights or fucking in a patch of poison ivy. Doesn't really matter, they'll need medical attention either way." You roll your eyes. "Not to mention the stupid Shadyside vs Sunnyvale shit that's always going on. I give it half an hour before someone gets seriously hurt."

This time, she does manage the smallest upturn of her lips. "Your calculations might be off on that one." She lifts her arm, revealing the angry patch of flesh that's darkened over time. "I got burned," she answers your unasked question.

"Shit, you okay?"

"Still standing, but Nick wanted me to make sure it wouldn't get, like, infected or anything."

You frown at the mention of Nick Goode before nodding slowly. "I can patch you up, might not be as good as Nurse Lane's, but I promise you'll still get a lollipop."

Full on smirk now, and you can't help the way your eyes fall to her lips. "Yeah, 'cause a stranger offering me candy isn't weird." She lowers her arm, wincing a bit as the wind resistance causes her burn to sting. "You promise you know how to use this stuff?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

She shoves her way past you, not bothering to say excuse me or allow you to lead the way, as she makes her way into the medical room. You catch a whiff of fresh air, and something warm as she moves. It takes you a minute to remember that you're supposed to be following her before you actually start moving. Practically jolting forward, as you realize you've been standing there way too long to be considered normal.

She's sitting on one of the cots as you enter, already holding her arm up and gently running her fingers over the burn mark. "Got a thing for pain, or do you just lack self control?" Your tone joking as you ask, making your way over to the medicine cabinet to grab a roll of bandages and some ointment.

"Neither," a pause. "Probably both, who knows what living in Shadyside gets you."

You sit on the cot across from her, humming softly in lieu of a response. Twisting the cap off, you gently squeeze some of the ointment on your finger before attempting to rub it on her burn. Attempt being the operative word, with only one hand she keeps moving and the ointment is smeared across her arm, the burn barely touched. "I'm starting to get the feeling you're not good at this."

"Well if you would keep your arm steady-"

She takes the tube from your hand, holding it out for you. Wordlessly, you stick out your finger for her to squeeze it on. "Do it yourself." She tilts her head to indicate her arm, and you use your now free hand to grab onto her bicep, the other one coming to rub the cream against her arm successfully this time. "Look at that, getting better already."

"Now, I just need to wrap your arm with the bandages so the cream can do its thing."

"Go ahead."

It takes a few moments in silence before you realize she's watching you, and the feeling, the knowing you have her attention so entirely is… too much. You clear your throat, hoping your voice doesn't crack as you speak. "So, I know you're a Shadysider, who's prone to accidents, and not great in the control department, but I still don't know your name."

"It's Ziggy. Ziggy Ber-"

"I just wanted to make sure you actually got help instead of writing it off as just another injury." Nick's eyes slide over to you before sliding back to Ziggy. He frowns at your close position, not noticing the bandages half wrapped around her arm, having dropped them. "But I can see you're fine here. You're good, right?"

"Yeah, Nick, she's fine."

He's full on glaring at you now. "She can answer for herself."

"Yeah, I can answer for myself." Ziggy says, drawing both you and Nick's attention to her. Against your better judgment your eyes are scanning her face in a manner you hope is subtle. You glance over to Nick out of the corner of your eyes, and you know the look in his eye, you've seen it before.

"Oh." They both look at you, and you swallow, trying to collect your thoughts. "Right, yeah." You nod, quickly, but you can't help but feel like your heart has slowed down considerably. Ziggy and Nick. You stand, leaving her arm only half bandaged before making your way towards the entrance, and consequently to Nick.

"Wait-" Ziggy starts, but you're already making up an excuse to get the hell out of there.

"Cindy- Cindy's probably looking for me, y'know? Probably needs help cleaning something. You- You know how to dress a wound, right Nick?"

Nick nods, but you barely see it cause you're already brushing past him. "Good, yeah, just wrap it up."

And you're gone.

Nick turns to look at where you ran off too. "What's their problem?"

Ziggy glances down at the bandage coming unwrapped. "I don't know, here, help me finish this?"

"Yeah, yeah of course."

It's only after the wound is properly dressed and she and Nick are beginning to walk out of the Nurse's cabin that she finally asks, "How the hell do they know my sister?"

"Oh, Y/N? Cindy's been training them to become a counselor."

She doesn't get a chance to ask anymore questions before she hears Cindy's voice calling her name, and while internally she groans, outwardly she rolls her eyes. Nick stifles a groan as he leaves her at the hands of yet another lecture.

Distantly, she notices that you're not with her sister like you said you'd be.

#jwykwa verse #ziggy berman x reader #ziggy berman #ziggy fear street #ziggy berman x gender neutral reader #fear street #fear street 2 #fear street x reader #gender neutral y/n

[yellowdevilkitten]

Evelyn was going to kill her brothers, she’s going to kill Kai and then Steve for making her sit through his torture. She wouldn’t be dealing with this if Steve didn’t decide that he Would rather be at a friend's house than spending quality time as a family. She doesn’t understand why she was forced to come along when Kai can handle It fine, well if she thinks about it for a second longer he would not have it handled. He probably would’ve crashed from blowing his bubblegum too big which is getting on her fucking nerves right now. 

“Can you stop doing that?” She turns towards him ready to ripe the damn thing out of his mouth. 

“Nope.” He accentuates this with a pop of his bubble. 

Evelyn’s about to make good on her promise when the door finally opens. “Uh, hello, can I help you?” A woman with blonde curly hair questions clearly confused on the sight in front of her. 

“Oh! Hi I was told that my brother, Steve, might be here.” She answers, politely trying hard not to strangle Kai since he carries on chewing his gum as loud as he can. 

The woman looks desivie before shrugging, “They’re in the basement, I’ll show you where it is.” 

Her and Kai follow her through the house until she points towards a door. 

“Should we really go into a stranger's basement?” He asks. 

“Yes, Nathaniel, we’ll be fine as long as you keep chewing your gum so damn loud.” She rolls her eyes. 

“Really? The gum, again?” Kai groans. 

“Just open the door, idiot.” 

She watches as he opens the door and the sound of laughter explodes into her ears. Kai and her share a look before walking down the stairs, but not without fighting who gets to walk down first, Evelyn won of course. 

Once they make it down the steps she can see that there are at least twelve people crammed into the room and at least fifty different conversations going on at once. She looks around for Steve -she does almost immediately he's snuggled up on the couch with a girl and a boy- and when she spots him she charges for him. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Her arms flail around, probably hitting someone. 

“Evie, what’re you doing?” He actually sounds confused but she’s not falling for it. 

“Wait, you know her?” She hears one of the twelve people in the room ask. 

Suddenly Kai is next to her, a hand on her shoulder. “Evie and I were sent here to come see you, we were supposed to have family time.” 

“That was today?” He sounds surprised and that makes Evelyn feel a bit bad about charging him. 

She actually takes the time to look around the room and realizes that everyone is staring at her, it makes her face heat up. She awkwardly waves towards them. Before she can say a greeting Kai’s bubble pops loudly in her ear. Evelyn turns around ready to murder him. 

“Kai, stop with the gum.” 

---

A/N I had this in my drafts for a while and recently reread it and thought it was pretty funny lol. I might expand on it a bit more! I've had multiple ideas with Steve having good parents and two older siblings, so maybe I will get to writing those, who knows!

#stranger things #steve harrington #original characters #implied steddie #steddie #actually pretty proud of this! #i know it's kind of weird she keeps going on about the gum but it just happened lmao #seemed like a very older sister thing to do 😂

[lustfulchaldea]

So how did Baobhan finally get Percival to, as the youths say, 'take her to Poundtown'?

Did she finally craft an innuendo that reached his brain or did she just stand in his room wearing nothing but her heels and a sign that says 'Fold me in half and fuck me like a life depends on it. Because it does.'

The thing Sith has learned about men is that they're never ones to take what's offered, unless it's when you're not being genuine. She's offered so many of them the same thing she's offering Percival, just with a 'your head goes in my collection after' bit implied, and all of them ate it up like candy.

However, when she's throwing herself at Percival in a way that she'd usually find incredibly humiliating, practically begging him to dick her down like she's some common whore, no strings or conditions attached, he doesn't take the bait even a little! It's an embarrassing blow to her pride as a woman, sure, but it's mostly her pride as a seductress in particular that's taken a hit.

Though, given who Percival is, perhaps she should've expected the resistance.

Holy Knight of the Dove, Knight of the Round Table, and just generally nice and upstanding guy...Usually, not the person she'd even go for to begin with, especially now. She's no stranger to fucking whoever she wants, but something about Percival makes her chase him. What is it?

Is it the fact that she's straight, and the other two men in Chaldea are that shrimp of a doctor and Mandricardo, while Percival is...well, a giga-ripped hunk? No, that's not it. Sith knows she's pickier than that, and she knows his face vaguely from Fae Britain anyhow, which would usually drive her lust for someone into the negatives.

She's very unsure about it, but she decides to brush off that feeling. She wants the dick, he can give her the dick, and she needs a better plan. Then, she realizes.

If showing these off isn't enough...maybe he needs more...stimulus. They're contained a bit, after all, and even as skimpy as she's made it for the purpose of seducing him, it's not all the way. Maybe...maybe there's no more time for the game. The hunt. Maybe it's time for a direct approach.

If she does this, she runs the risk of ruining her entire reputation as a seductress, to the point that it may never recover. She runs the risk of embarrassing herself because of a human, all because of this burning heat inside her is unquenchable and unreachable by any means that aren't a Grail Knight's massive dick screwing her brains out until she's comatose.

Normally, if something had this much of a risk of embarrassment, she'd either just flat-out not do it or ask her mother. Asking her mother about sexual advice, and sexual advice that was relevant to a Knight of the Round Table at that, was probably not very smart, though. At worst, it could end up starting the feud back up again.

But.

She wants this. She needs this. So all bets are off. Her flame can't be quenched without this dicking she so thoroughly deserves, and she refuses to let something like pride get in the way of this.

It's go time.

"I'll need to find a good board...~"

The curvaceous fae goes off to hunt for wood (of the actual kind for once), humming an evil little ditty to herself as she does.

'If this doesn't work? Nothing will.'

---

That evening...

"Guh."

He's rather tired tonight, if he can be honest. Spending all day fighting can be invigorating, especially with his king there to help, but when you also have to spend a large deal of your free time cooking...it can really wear on you after a while.

"Perhaps it's time for bed..."

As he slowly walks down the hall to his room, stretching his arms, he considers what he'll do tomorrow. It is a weekend, after all, which means that he can probably spend some time with his king, or getting to know Boudica more so that he can be more of a help in the kitchen.

That sounds nice.

He reaches his door, typing in his passcode confidently. It's an easy thing to do once you've been at Chaldea this long; They're only 5 numbers long, after all. But each one is unique.

CHIK. Sliiiide.

He steps inside, flicking on the lights...

"Wh-"

"Haah...hnnnahhh...PERCY....~ You're back...~"

Baobhan Sith is in the middle of the room, staring up at him with eyes so full of love and lust that they ought to belong to a woman who's been starving. A maiden who's been without her beloved for months, if not years, and is only now getting the chance to properly inform him of how true her love for him is.

"I've...been waiting for you...Percy...This fairy whore's been waiting so long for you to make her happy..."

She's naked, massive bust squashed between her arms as she palms the floor, leaning towards the door with a delirious smile on her face. Her mouth hangs open, exposing the slutty cavern that lies beyond her plump lips with every breath. Her massive tits, testaments to sin, are entirely exposed for him to see, plump pink nipples topping the doughy mounds of breast fat. They ooze over her arms as she starts panting, framing the board she's got hanging from her neck.

It's all yours~ All of me~ It's yours, so make me stupid for you~

The message is clear, and combined with her face and the fact that she's literally begging on hands and knees, it's no gag. Baobhan Sith, with one cheek bouncing off the other every time she shifts her hips, wants Percival the White to destroy her dignity, intelligence, and independence on his cock.

"I-...ah...hwh...You...truly?"

Percival's words almost cut Baobhan deep, but she knows they're genuine. He truly worries that she's been coerced into this slutty, baseborn display that could only be done by a brainless slamslut. It's so heartwarming that she almost wants to reclaim her resolve for just a moment, if only to assure him that this is what Baobhan Sith, the woman, wants more than anything. She can't even explain why, but that is the honest truth.

But she can't. She sees something bulge in his pants, despite his concern, and she knows that he wants her too.

That all this was the right call. That this is how she gets what she wants.

That means she has to be honest in the only way she can.

"Aww...it must be so hard...Your fat fucking cock, so pent up from never getting to let loose...You'd never think about harassing any of these women and using their porn-suited bodies for your pleasure, would you...? No, you wouldn't...~ You're a proud knight, after all."

She coos as she takes a step towards him, on hands and knees as her lips purse.

"It's okay, though, Sir Percival. The stress can go away...You don't have to bury these lustful feelings under all that chivalry anymore. You have a bitch to empty them into. It's not sin...It's not bad...it's just your right as the person I belong to."

Her lips spread, and the smashing of her fat flanks against each other only intensifies. She's drooling now, hearts forming in her slutty gaze as she reopens her maw.

"So use me, Sir Percival. Use this fae skank, and make me fall for you."

"..."

No words are spoken. He's stock still, door finally closing behind him as he gapes at her. But in his eyes, she sees understanding. Recognition. Acceptance. In her brain, so dulled by her own lust and centuries of agony and disdain, she dimly recalls that, when someone looks at her like that, she feels joy.

This really was perfect.

---

WHAM, WHAM, CLAP. WHAM, WHAM, CLAP. WHAM, WHAM, CLAP.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-

"Nhhhhaaahhh....OOOHHHHGHHHH...!~"

Baobhan's Sith's face can only be described as stupid right now. Utterly braindead, as the fattest cock she's ever seen pummels her womb. To say that Percival is crushing her cunt is an understatement, because after 8 orgasms on her body, he's finally absolutely obliterating it.

Lain on her back, eyes crossed as she drools up at the ceiling lights, Baobhan Sith is covered in cum. Her face is only bare of it because she greedily lapped it all off. Her breasts are coated in thick white batter. Her stomach, lightly bloated from all the seed she's chugged down, is also painted that same shade of white. Even her hair, currently fanning out against the bed she's being railed upon, is coated in Percival's nut. She'll be brushing it out for weeks...

Percival is a virgin, that much is clear. Baobhan Sith knew that...but she also knew what being pent up like he was does to a man. And how, in a state so built-up and needy, they'll do whatever gets them off most. Virginity status matters little then.

"OooGHAAAAA!~ MHORREE- AHIIIII!~"

Her back arches as he impacts into her hole at another, entirely new angle. Her legs are practically useless, crashing against the side of the bed as his heavy hips brutalize her own.

She can feel the fire inside, flaring and broiling, start to fade with every impact into her deepest core.

"Gnnhhh...GHHH....Haaa!"

Percival, for his part, is only baring clinging onto reason himself. He's literally never experienced this before, and is only doing as well as he is because he's not the one being dominated. He sets the pace (even if he's discarded it a while ago out of pure fervor), and he takes control.

Currently, he's pistoning in and out of Baobhan Sith's sopping cunt, face entirely red as his balls clap against her rear. It's been an hour, maybe two or three (he can't tell), and he's unsure if he's about to run on empty. Or if he's gotten close to empty at all.

But what he does know is that he's about to blow for the ninth time that week, right in the most greedy cunt to ever exist. Some part of him knows that he shouldn't do that. Even if Servants cannot get pregnant, even if there's no risk or downside to letting his cock burst inside this undulating, gushing fuckhole as he crashes into her cervix, part of him still wants to pull out.

"Baobhan...! Ghhh! Going to...!"

"Huuuogggh...?! Nnnnhhhoooo!!!!"

Faintly, her mind remembers that it can do more than just produce bitch-tier moans while she gets the brattiness slambred out of her. Faintly, it processes his words. Faintly, it panics.

Quickly, before Percival can draw his hips back, the Archer wraps her thick thighs around his back, ankles clacking together as her plump legs squeeze around his waist.

"Inside! Pleaaaaaseeee!~"

She doesn't even let him respond before her back arches again, and she pleads into his ear with the sweetest voice she can manage.

"Don't...you want to leave your mark on me? For all to see...? Your child...?~"

Everything goes still. Percival stops thrusting, and Baobhan stops crooning and groaning. The only sounds are the sticky schlaps of Baobhan's hair pasting itself to the bedsheets.

For a moment, she considers asking the man that just turned her into a 0-iq dickholster if he's okay. Contemplation must be hard for someone like this...but the moment she opens her mouth-

"NGHGGHHHHHH....!"

Ah. She understands now. There was no contemplation at all. Just the ecstasy that comes with losing oneself to pleasure.

She throws her head back as she feels herself flooded with thick batter, tongue lolling out once more as that feeling of utter stupidity enters her brain yet again. This is right.

"GHHHHOOOOOHHH!~"

She desperately bucks her hips into his, craving more of that hot jizz in her deepest chambers. She passionately squeals and moans with every rope spurted, and her eyes cross as she reminds herself.

Daddy...Daddy. Daddy.~

So, all in all...

It went rather well.~

#kiara #percival #baobhan sith #readyplayerziggy #depraved purity: ii #filthy fucking p//orn #you were warned #my crackship will live on #part III will be the aftermath #so have fun with this~

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okay so here's a scene from my most recent fic! it takes place at Warped Tour 2005 where Pete's a vampire, so he thinks Mikey's a vampire and Mikey has fucked up eating habits so he thinks Pete does too <3

warnings for like. every disorder behaviour on earth. like just all of them. vomiting, self hatred, etc. all of them.

Mikey's perspective, third person

Once Mikey closes the bathroom door behind him, he locks the door and leans against it. Taking a shaky breath to calm himself, Mikey shifts his clothes to one hand and pushes his fingers into his hip, biting back a noise of pain. He didn’t think he’d exercised that much but his joints are obviously telling him otherwise, if the stabbing pain in his leg is any metric to go by.

Mikey dumps his things on the bathroom counter and yanks his jeans down so he can press his fingers in harder, deeper into the purpling bruises on his hip. It hurts like hell, bad enough that tears spring to his eyes and he has to bite his lip to keep from whimpering, but Mikey savours the pain. It means he’s getting somewhere, that even if he can't see the calories burning, he’s making progress. 

Touring is great, amazing even but Mikey is desperate for a scale or even just enough time alone in a bathroom to do a full body check or purge. It’s so hard to get anytime to check his progress while living on a bus with a bunch of other guys, especially when Gerard is determined to ruin everything Mikey’s worked for. Mikey loves his brother, so much, more than anything even, but Gerard can be so fucking annoying sometimes, especially about Mikey’s health. As if he’s not destroying himself too.

But Gerard’s not here right now. Mikey’s alone in his hotel room, alone with Pete, who is just as fucked up as he is. Maybe not as skinny, but as willing to get there as Mikey was when he first started. Maybe even more. It took years for Mikey to stop digesting his birthday cakes while Pete hadn’t even tasted cake since his eating disorder started. It’s impressive and Mikey can practically feel the hooks of jealousy catching in his chest but this is what he wanted. Mikey wanted the competition, the motivation, that little extra something he’s needed to really push himself. 

This is good for you, Mikey reminds himself. This is going to help you and all of those assholes on Myspace will finally shut up about your stupid fat thighs.

After changing out of his jeans and hoodie, Mikey decides to forgo his usual pajamas and pulls on a too-big t-shirt and boxers. It shows off way more skin that he’s comfortable with people seeing, but he doesn’t want to be comfortable. Mikey wants Pete to tear into him, to tell him whatever magic words William told Pete to get him to give up pizza and cake and eating in public at all. Getting every bit of fat in his slightly pixelated mirror selfies pointed out by strangers on the internet is all good and well, but it’s not the same as someone in real life seeing and criticizing all of his flaws. 

Shivering slightly with so much skin exposed to the cold bathroom, Mikey runs through the rest of his bedtime routine and spends way too long trying to brush out as much of the hairspray out of his hair as he can and trying to get the back to lie flat. He’s being a freak, Mikey knows that, but his obsessive need to control everything he can has taken over. Plus this will be the most skin Mikey’s shown someone other than an anonymous pro ana forum in years and that’s more than a little nerve wracking. 

He sweeps his bangs off his face and starts running his fingers through the back of his hair before pulling his hands away. That’s fine, that’s enough, you’re fine. Pete’s not going to be looking at your hair when he sees the fat under your arms or thighs. After taking one last look in the mirror, Mikey opens the bathroom door and shuts off the light behind him. 

“Hey,” he says tentatively, hand on the door frame.

Just as he suspected, when Pete turns around and looks up from his own bag, his eyes go directly to Mikey’s bare thighs. “Hey,” Pete says, standing up and not looking away from the space between the bottom of Mikey’s boxers and the tops of his knees.

Now that he’s standing up, Mikey can see that Pete’s shirtless and he can feel heat creeping up his cheeks. Pete’s all cool brown skin with a few tattoos over lean muscle. The hint of another tattoo peeks over the waistband of his pants. Pete’s not as skinny as Mikey is, but he’s well on his way there. And he’s seriously hot, Mikey thinks as his eyes back up Pete’s body. 

“So, uh,” Mikey begins, mouth slightly drier than normal. He swallows and steps into the pose he usually takes his body check pictures in; one hand on his hip, feet shoulder width apart and shoulders back. “What do you think?”

Pete’s head jerks up and his eyes meet Mikey’s. “What?” 

“What do you think?” Mikey repeats, pushing his hair out of his face and gesturing to his body with both hands. 

“Uh…” Pete laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wow, uh… that’s- you’re not messing around, huh?”

“Nope,” Mikey says, taking a few steps closer so he’s in better lighting. “C’mon, be honest.” 

“Okay, um…” Pete’s eyes travel over the many bruises on Mikey’s legs before finally asking, “How do you get all these bruises?”

“I don’t know, life?” he says with a shrug. “I bruise really easily.” This isn’t how Mikey wanted this conversation to go, Pete’s supposed to point out all the fat on his body, not look at him like he’s… like he’s something worth looking at.

“Huh,” Pete says simply, taking in every visible inch of Mikey’s body. 

“So?” Mikey prompts, adjusting his glasses. “C’mon, you can be as mean as you want, I can take it.” 

Pete tears his eyes away from Mikey’s thighs. “You want me to be mean about what I think about… your body?”

Mikey nods. “Brutal honesty,” he supplies, smoothing out the ratty old Motörhead t-shirt he stole from Gerard.

After holding Mikey’s gaze for a few moments, Pete laughs and looks away. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

#my writing #regular and normal eating habits #ask game #ask and ye shall recieve #petekey #fucked up petekey #dddne #ed not ed sheeran

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OKAY because I realized I FINALLY have to do this...

Here are the character facts for the HOBC crew!

Overall CW due to themes of religious trauma and abuse, injury, death, ETC. Just... sort of overall dead dove: do not eat because they are a fucked up bunch.

Name: Calvin Conner Rogue Age: 23 DOB: 05/17/2000 Favorite color: Black (actually jade green) Magic color (if any): Jade green Any other skills: Survival skills (hunting, creating shelters, etc.), great swimmer Backstory: When he was just 14, his house was burnt down, leading to the death of his mother. In an attempt to save his younger brother, he ended up burning his entire right arm. Despite this, we went on to live a semi-functional life, traveling in and out of foster care before, when turning 20, he finally got a house and got Mark to live in it, along with three other roommates. Three years after buying the house and three years of seemingly paranormal activity, a white clad stranger appeared at his door one day, kick-starting the story. Personality: At times, he can seem stand off-ish and blunt, not being very trusting in people when first meeting them. It really takes a while for him to warm up to people, and when he does, he turns out to be a very emotionally driven person, with a want to help people whenever he can. Flaws: Despite everything, he does have an issue with alcohol, leading to him often crying on someone's shoulder in the middle of the night as he thinks about how he could have changed things. He is an extremely guilt ridden person, and he can't leave the past behind. What they think of the rest of the characters:

Mark, his younger brother, is his entire world. If anything happened to Mark, Calvin would kill.

He sees Lukas as another little brother and is highly protective of him.

He isn't as close to the twins (Eliza and Elliot) as he is everyone else, but he still sees them as close, trust worthy friends.

He's extremely hesitant to stay around Corven for too long, as he gives Calvin a headache.

Lizzie and him will fight the moment they see eachother. Especially if Calvin learned the truth about her.

Name: Mark Rogue Age: 20 DOB: 09/02/2003 Favorite color: Indigo Magic color (if any): No magic Any other skills: Can craft robots very quickly, very talented as an engineer and weapon forging. Backstory: Like Calvin, their house burnt down. After this, while in the foster system, he discovered his love of creation. From here, he became a skilled engineer and artisan within the community. If you need something done, he's the guy to go to. Personality: He's extremely hard working and very proud of anything he creates. He has a natural compassion and a kind personality which makes people attract to him like a magnet. Flaws: He's a major workaholic and will spend days at a time not sleeping because of a single project. Along with that, his compassion can lead to him being too trusting. What they think of the rest of the characters:

He looks up to Calvin quite a bit and one day wants to repay him for saving Mark during the fire.

Like Calvin, he sees Lukas as another brother and won't hesitate to tell people off for being rude to him.

He's great friends with the twins, always making time to help Eliza with his shows and bonding with Elliot over his stories.

Corven sort of freaks him out, but he doesn't mind being around him.

Lizzie will die by his robots, no hesitation.

Name: Lukas Hardwell Age: 19 DOB: 04/04/2004 Favorite color: Red Magic color (if any): Light blue Any other skills: Is shockingly good with a gun. Backstory: Born in Australia, he was soon adopted and sent to America. His adoptive parents were extremely religious and only adopted him so that they could keep up appearances, but his whole life, Lukas was abused. The excuse his parents gave was that he was never following the Bible. Soon enough, he ran away, meeting Mark in the middle of the city park. Mark allowed him to live with the rest of the roommates, covering his part of the rent until he got a job. Personality: He is a timid and easily frightened person, always isolating himself from the world due to his fears. Despite this, he does have moments were he comes out of his shell to protect the ones he cares about. Flaws: He's extremely cowardly and doesn't have much strength, so he is stuck using more ranged attacks. What they think of the rest of the characters:

He sees both Calvin and Mark as his saviors, and he looks up to them quite a lot. He's even began practicing to fix cars because he wants to impress Mark, despite Mark saying that he doesn't have to do that.

He's a little weary of the twins, but tries his best to spend time with them and be nice. He's especially began warming up to Eliza.

Corven scares the living shit out of him.

He was trusting of Lizzie at first, but eventually realized she was a terrible person.

Name: Eliza Hillsborough Age: 26 DOB: 08/20/1997 Favorite color: Neon pink Magic color (if any): Neon pink Any other skills: Can create costumes on the fly, very charismatic, computer nerd. Backstory: Eliza and Elliot (the twins) were raised poor their entire life. Because of this, Eliza set out to find jobs and discovered his love of music and theatre. Though this, he soon became a well known actor in the area, having lead roles in many musicals in the area. Though soon, due to no fault of his, he gained debilitating joint pain and could no longer perform like he wanted to. Despite this, you can still see him in the middle of the city park singing every now and then and doing smaller venues and shows. He also, during this time, turned to game design. Personality: He is extremely charismatic and outgoing, not thinking much of what people think of him. Some may call his outrageous acting and broadway style of song embarrassing, but it's what he loves. Flaws: While some days he'll be perfectly fine, only needed a quick pain relief pill, other days are unbearable and he can't get out of bed. His brother is always there for him though, making sure that no matter how many spoons Eliza has, that he's happy and doing what he loves. He can also be very loud and doesn't do well with stealth missions, as action and moving are his favorite things. What they think of the rest of the characters:

He finds Calvin to be a great acting partner, prompting them to do shows sometimes.

He is forever grateful for all the times Mark has helped him set up his equipment and thinks of him as a very kind man.

Eliza and Elliot are ride or die with eachother, and you can't separate them to matter what.

He thinks of Corven as his muse, creating costumes and art pieces based up him.

He gets a weird vibe from Lizzie and doesn't like to be around her.

Name: Elliot Hillsborough Age: 26 DOB: 08/20/1997 Favorite color: Orange Magic color (if any): No magic Any other skills: Skilled chemist and writer, extremely witty Backstory: While Eliza discovered his love of the arts, Elliot discovered his love of science. He became a chemist, and between experiments he likes to write horror novels. He tends to take inspiration from current goings on. Personality: He is a bit reserved, not being much of a talker unlike his twin. Despite this, he's a very warm person emotionally and is an amazing listener. Flaws: He can get extremely stressed under time limits or during things he can't control. One sudden thing he didn't plan and he's freaking out. What they think of the rest of the characters:

He dislikes Calvin's reliance on alcohol, but doesn't mind being a shoulder to cry on.

Mark and him tend to work on stories together sometimes. Elliot is impressed with Mark's resilience.

He doesn't spend much time around Lukas, but so far he thinks that Lukas seems nice.

Corven is also major inspiration for him, leading both him and Eliza to stand and sit next to him for hours on end both writing and designing.

Elliot hates Lizzie. Simple as that.

Name: Corven Age: ??? DOB: ??? Favorite color: White Magic color (if any): Pearly white Any other skills: Flight, polyglot Backstory: His past is unknown, but it seems pretty obvious if you take one look at him. People assume he's a guardian angel sent down to protect Calvin and the others from the forces of evil that may try to hurt them, though his powers are very limited on earth and even more so in the 7 layers of hell. Personality: He's very... stiff, almost. He's trying very hard to act human but he says it's hard. He doesn't show much emotion and tends to hide his emotions behind a literal mask. Though, then the mask is removed, he is revealed to be a very kind hearted individual. Flaws: Doesn't understand humans are... well, human. He doesn't understand that they get cut, that they bleed, that they die. This leads him to be very disconnected from the other. What they think of the rest of the characters:

He thinks Calvin is reckless.

He thinks Mark is too nice.

He thinks Elliot and Eliza are too close and that they shouldn't get their hopes up for anything.

He thinks Lukas is too naive.

He fucking hates Lizzie.

Name: Elizabeth Age: ??? DOB: ??? Favorite color: Blood red Magic color (if any): Blood red with black highlights. Any other skills: Being the queen of hell. Backstory: Well... She's the queen of hell. Back when Calvin was a child, she got a prophecy from one of her advisors that said 'He with the sword of green shall slay thee, releasing all souls thou hath collected'. When asked further, the advisor showed Lizzie Calvin and said that it was him. Of course, Lizzie burned down his house hoping it would slow him down. It didn't, and one lost demon eventually made his way to earth to warn and protect Calvin and the others. Soon she found out, convincing Lukas to let her possess him. Personality: Sadistic, she gains pleasure off of stealing the life force from humans, turning them into demons so they can work under her. She's extremely charismatic and a natural born deal maker. Flaws: "No flaws" quote unquote, at least according to her. What they think of the rest of the characters:

She hates all of them and wants the entire world to die.

#original character #house of broken cards #oc #original story #HOBC

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Chapter Thirty Six

Papilio Domus

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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With the stranger standing before you, neither you nor Kenma have a choice but to do as he says. You both begin to empty your pockets as he waits somewhat patiently.

"Drop your shit on the floor. Just drop it, don't even bend down to place it there," he orders.

"You're gonna steal all our shit after it's broken?" Kenma scoffs. "Doesn't make very much sense."

"Listen here you piece of shit," the stranger snaps back as he gets right up in Kenma's face. Though the size difference is drastic, the stranger makes sure he gets his point across face to face. "You do what I say and I won't put a bullet straight between your beady little eyes, alright? "Yeah, whatever you say, boss," Kenma replies as he reaches his hand to his mouth and places a piece of gum in his mouth. With his other hand, he lifts up the wrapper and drops it onto the ground. When the stranger smiles with anticipation at Kenma's next move, Kenma purses his lips together and spits the chewed-up gum onto the man's shoe.

"That's it," the stranger growls as he places the muzzle of his gun directly against Kenma's temple and releases the safety. "I don't need to keep you alive."

"Wait!" you interrupt, not sure what else to do in a situation like this. "What is it you're looking for? Maybe we can help you or something. Please don't kill him."

"What I'm looking for?" he repeats to himself almost as if he's trying to figure out what he wants to say. "Have you ever heard of a man named Kageyama?"

You and Kenma look at each other, both hoping one of you has. "No," you then respond for the pair of you. "What does he look like?"

"If you knew him, you'd know who I was talking about," he sighs as though talking about it any further would be absolutely pointless. "Hey, girl, take the rest out of your pockets!"

You slowly reach into your pockets and pull out a small box of bandaids you keep on you just in case of emergency. The second the box hits the floor, the stranger bends down to pick them up.

"Where'd you get these?" he asks as he rips open the box and empties out the contents into his jacket pocket, saving one in his hand. "Got any more?"

"You mean, more small bandaids? There's like ten in there..."

"No, the fucking boxes. Of course I'm talking about the bandaids. I bleed easily, what can I say?" he snaps.

"Uh, well, there's some back at our camp," you admit as you look over at Kenma, not really sure what a good next move would be. You obviously can't let another murderer into your camp.

"And other medical supplies?" he asks. "Tell me the fucking truth or I'll just have to follow you around 'til you go back."

"Yeah," you sigh as you roll your eyes. "but I'm pretty sure you can find some Neosporin without stalking us."

"Hilarious," he scoffs. "How about this, then. Take me to your camp and I swear I won't kill you."

"Why should we trust someone we don't even know the name of?" Kenma grumbles.

"It's Oikawa," he smiles softly. "I'll be out of your way in less than an hour."

"What's wrong?" you then interject. "Why do you need medical supplies so bad? You look fine."

Oikawa sighs as he sticks out his left leg. You watch closely as he lifts up his pant leg and reveal a large burn mark. "I think I got here at the same time as you two. Fire got me, too. I didn't see it coming."

"Shit," you mutter to yourself as you stare down at his bubbling skin. It for sure must hurt like hell. You and Kenma exchange one last look before finally giving in to the stranger.

"And who the fuck is this now?!" Atsumu shouts as he throws up his arms in frustration upon seeing you and Kenma with another person following behind you. "Bringing in another goddamn murderer?"

"Where'd Kuroo go?" Bokuto asks softly.

You can hardly even look in Bokuto's direction as you show Oikawa into the bus. Bokuto attempts to follow after you, but once you and Oikawa are on the bus, you shut the doors behind you.

Inside, you instruct Oikawa to sit down on the couch as you fix up the medicine and get everything ready. He does as you ask and sits down to roll up his pant leg for you again.

"So if you don't mind me asking, why was that guy all p.o'ed?"

"We had a situation a few days ago," you express vaguely. You don't really trust Oikawa. You shouldn't even have shown him here. There's no way he's getting to you again.

"Situation as in murder? Don't tell me someone was a victim of friendly fire 'round here," he replies, putting two and two together more quickly than you would have liked.

"Something like that," you hum as you kneel down before him with a small bottle of medicine and some alcohol wipes. Oikawa doesn't say anything more until just as you open the container of wipes.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. His comment takes you by surprise. As you pull out the wipe, you look up at him. His soft eyes express sincerity, something you weren't expecting at all. "My protégé is the one I asked you about before. Kageyama. We knew each other before everything went down and, of course, a fight caused us to end up in a bad situation just before the power outage. That's why I'm here," he sighs. "It sucks not being able to find him. Don't know if I could ever admit it to his face, but I'm worried 'bout him, you know?"

"I get it," you nod as you look back down at your work. Part of you doesn't want to talk about it because of how emotional you know you'll get, but at the same time, it's nice to talk to someone new about common experiences.

"So are you some kind of doctor?" he then asks, changing the subject.

"I was. I don't know what I'd call myself now," you chuckle softly.

Oikawa bends down and reaches his hand out toward you. He places his hand under your chin and lifts up your face to his. It takes him less than a second to then see the tears swelling up in your eyes.

"You're absolutely beautiful. Inside and out. I only met you less than an hour ago, but it's not hard to see. You put too much pressure on yourself, don't you?"

"Guess the grass is always greener on the other side," you smile softly.

Oikawa smiles back. "He says he means it. You make the best out of your situations. I almost killed you and your friend back there and here you are, helping me."

"That's just what I do," you respond. "It doesn't make me any more special than anyone else."

"If that's how you see it," he says as he leans away from you, letting go of your face, and allowing you to finish your work, "but I think it's beautiful."

"Listen," you sigh. "I'm not trying to say I want you to stick around or anything like that so don't get me wrong, but you need to stay here until your burn gets better. If you leave now without consistent treatment, this could just get worse."

"Seriously? You're asking me to stay?" he asks confusedly.

"Don't think this means anything special. I just think there's no point if you leave now," you shrug.

"Alright then," he says as he shifts his position on the couch. "Here."

When you look up you see Oikawa holding the gun. He's reaching it out to you, asking for you to take it.

"It's yours," he explains. "While I'm here, at least. I want you to trust me."

"I'll do what I can, no promises," you smirk as you accept the pistol. "Thank you."

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