#but i could also dangle him in my car somewhere

[a-lil-strawberry]

I got him today. He was worth every cent of the nineteen dollars that he cost

He's so precious and smol :3 just look at the little flowers

#now where should i keep him.... #on my bed? that's the most obvious #but i could also dangle him in my car somewhere #i could also maybe put him at my desk at work #but i would feel nervous leaving him there #only bc we do a lot of pranks and he's actually important to me #i dont want little zeni to be messed with:( #demon slayer #zenitzu #maybe he could join the other trinkets that are on my bookshelf #but he's more special than them #i need him to be somewhere safe where I'll see him all the time

[sumsebien]

should we just keep driving? ; gojo satoru

masterlist (my new blog)

summary: you run into problems on your road trip and gojo has plans to make you forget all of them

pairing: gojo x fem!reader

warnings: language, nsfw content (fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex)

word count: 2.9k

a/n: unhinged behavior is me writing this while listening to a nanami playlist. who do i love more? i shall never know

Gojo doesn’t drive.

You’ve long accepted the fact that the day Gojo Satoru takes the wheels the ground beneath will crumble like stale cookies. Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not bothered having to be driving him around all the time. 

Usually, Ijichi has the pleasure of escorting and chasing after Gojo around town. But on off-duty days, such as this one, it’s your job. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to go to Disneyland. If anything, you wanted it just as much as the silly blonde you call your boyfriend. Maybe that’s precisely why you shook off the thick, gray clouds clumping together in the sky. 

It’s only a thirty minute drive in ideal conditions. You’ll beat the rain.

But then again, when has driving with Gojo ever been ideal?

When you’re supposed to be out the door, he’s in the kitchen, giving onigiris some Mickey ears. When you’re supposed to be half way through with your trip, he’s somewhere in the closet, conducting something that can be considered an excavation to find the exact pair of sunglasses he wanted. Three space mountain rides later, Gojo’s yellow-tinted sunglasses are finally resting on the bridge of his nose. 

You’re so behind on schedule that you just shove him into the passenger seat and hurry yourself in, completely missing the odd whirring underneath the hood. The sound is lost in the humming of tires on the road, hurried footsteps crossing the sidewalks and muffled music bleeding through department store windows. But it cannot be more recognizable in the tranquil outskirts of the city. 

You want to believe you’re hallucinating, that maybe it’s the sky or the car next to you. So you turn to the man next to you. 

“Hey, do you hear that?”

Gojo perks up, pushing his lollipop aside to answer you. “Hear what?” 

Huh, maybe you were hallucinating after all. 

“Nevermind.” Wait. Did you see that right? You take another glance. Your eyes don’t lie. The lollipop you’ve been saving for occasions like this is now in his mouth. “Hey! Is that mine?” 

Before Gojo can answer, the engine sputters. The little symbol that you dread lights up — Check engine. With what's left of its energy, you manage to steer the car into the emergency lane. You pull the handbrake and get out of the car, leaving Gojo behind. 

His curious gaze follows you as you’re standing in front of the car with your hands anchored on your hips. A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you shake your head. 

In the car, Gojo waves his lollipop, gesturing for you to come over. You return to the driver’s side. He leans over your seat, easily reaching the button with his long arm. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks once your face comes clearly into view. 

“The car gave up. I’ll just pop the hood and check it out.” 

Gojo opens the door for you. You hold it and bend down to find the rectangular lever that will release the hood. Just as your fingers close around it, you feel wetness on your back. You shiver as it slides down your spine. Water. Your brain doesn’t fully register what it is until the sky rumbles and shakes the earth. Sheets of rain sweep across the ground, covering a good amount of you before you could scramble back into your seat. 

The leftover air from the AC turns your clothes into ice against your skin. You’re not going to get your long-awaited vacation and you’re also going to get sick. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, closing your eyes and taking a shaky breath. 

“Fuck, indeed.”

Your eyes open, regaining their focus slowly. Dangling in front of your face is the tan button-up that Gojo was wearing. He’s now only in a white t-shirt, a big smile on his face. Of course he would jump at the chance of taking his clothes off. 

“Wear this. You can dry your clothes in the back seat.” 

You don’t give it another thought, taking his shirt and twirling a finger in the air. “Turn around.” 

“But babe…”

You shake your head. “I’m still annoyed at you. Turn around.” 

He mumbles something underneath his breath but he obeys, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

The moment your fingers hook onto the seam of your shirt, everything turns dark. Outside the windows, you see ink bleeding down thin air into a thick dome surrounding the car. You grin. He’s put on a Veil just so you can change out of your clothes.

“If I don’t get to look, no one else does,” he says. You can practically hear the pout on his lips. 

You peel your shirt and shorts off quickly and replace them with his shirt. It’s already oversized on him so on you, it’s a dress. 

“Are you done-” You lean over and give him a peck on the cheek before he’s able to finish his question. 

“Thanks.” Your lips brush the shell of his ear. “That was very considerate of you.”

Gojo is very cool and calm but after that, he can’t help but blush. He masks it with a quick laugh as the veil melts away outside. “No big deal, really,” he says. But you would recognize that subtle rosy shade on the apples of his cheeks anywhere.

Quite adorable, if you have to admit. 

You return to your seat, picking up your phone to look for your mechanic’s number. “Do you think you could power this car with cursed energy?” you muse. “We’d get there in like 5 minutes.”

“Ah, I wish. You would have to take me everywhere you go.” 

“Ha! I’d rather take the bus.”

He’s pouting again but this time, he’s looking straight at you. You seem to have no problem being cruel to him today. Making him turn away, telling him you’d rather take the bus with a bunch of strangers rather than spend time with him. Everything came so naturally. 

And just why might that be? 

If Gojo were to really analyze the situation, he supposes he’s been a little too easy with you lately. 

Well, then, it’s high time for some revenge. 

“Aha! Bingo!” You hit dial, putting the phone up to your ear. “Don’t worry. We’ll be rescued in no time.” 

He’s back to focusing on his strawberry lollipop. “I never said I was worried.” When you’re looking, he takes a particularly long and slow lick. He closes his lips around the candy and then, he pulls it out with a wet pop. 

Gojo knows his plan has succeeded when your eyes refuse to look away. Not even for a second. You’re chewing on your lips, too. There really is no other way. 

With a mischievous grin splattered across his face, he bends over your body. You’re clueless as to what he’s trying to do until you feel your seat sliding all the way back. One hand holds onto your seat and acts as an anchor for Gojo to swing himself over. 

He’s kneeling on the floor, looking up into your eyes with his impossibly blue ones. You look at the lollipop’s hanging between two of his fingers. And back into his eyes. “What are you about to do?”

“I’m going to kiss you, of course,” he admits blatantly, tucking the lollipop behind your ear. 

Gojo takes your cheeks into his hands and your mouth into his. He tastes refreshingly tangy, like a field of strawberries in early summer. But his lips are much sweeter than the lollipop he was sucking on. Your free hand finds his platinum hair easily, the strands silky and soft as you tug him away. 

Gojo sits back on his heels. “Hm, what’s the matter, princess?” 

You ignore the fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach. ‘Princess’ always does something to you. And this bastard knows it. “We’re in the middle of the road!” 

“When has that ever stopped us before?” 

You give him a flat look. “I was only changing and you were pulling the Veil out. Now you’re telling me—”

“Hello, how may I help you?” 

Your eyes go wide. In the panic, your thumb hovers over the red button with full intentions to hang up. It’s going to take a long time for the tow truck to get here. Not to mention the lightning slicing the sky in half and the merciless rain beating down anything in its path. 

You’ll deal with Gojo and then, this car.

You nod to yourself about your bulletproof plan. But the bullet you didn’t anticipate is sitting right in front of you, smirking like he knows exactly what you’re going to do.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to hang up, baby.” he coos. “Now, where’s the fun in that? Answer it.” 

“Hello? Is anyone there?” 

Gojo raises his brow, daring you not to answer. You sigh. The things you would do for this man. 

You clear your voice and proceed to stare out the window at the side of the mountain. “Oh, hi!” You ignore the gentle circles he has begun to rub on your hips. But you can’t ignore the warm wet kiss pressed against your neck. 

“Go on,” he commands, hands tightening round your thighs.

“My car just broke down in the middle of the road—” You let out a gasp as his hand travels up your body and is now unclasping your bra. When did he unbutton the shirt? 

Clearly, Gojo understands the confusion in your eyes. In response, he winks, throwing your clothes onto the passenger’s seat. 

“Are you okay, ma’am?” 

You bite down on your lip, trying hard to suppress a moan as his large hands find your breast, squeezing and kneading relentlessly. It only gets tougher to be quiet when the ministrations of his lips start. “Yes, I am. Ah –” He rolls your skin into his mouth, sucking on it and then, sinks his teeth in. “Sorry. Uh — How fast can you get here with your truck?”

“It’s really difficult to get anyone out in this weather, I’m afraid. Would you be able to wait?” 

A finger ghosts over your folds, rubbing gently, but with enough pressure to make your head go dizzy. 

You lean into his touch, desperate for some real friction. That silent request seems to line up perfectly with what he’s about to do anyways. He has no issue lending you his finger. Though, he’s taking his damn sweet time, pushing and pulling at the pace of a snail. 

You rest your temple against the cold glass windows for some relief, having forgotten completely about the mechanic’s question and the mechanic being right on the other line.

Lucky for you, before you could give anything away, the person on the other line speaks up, “Ma’am?” 

“Yeah!” you say loudly, compensating for the previous silence. “I’m willing to wait. That’s fine.”

But you win some and you lose some. 

His eyes look emerald through the yellow glasses. It brings out the ambitious, determined, unrelenting side of him. The side that has no problem saying, “You’d be willing to wait, huh? Wait, then.” 

Everything stops. Snail’s pace or not, at least you had something. Now, you’re left sprawled out, pathetically slick and wanting. You know you walked yourself right into that one. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s humiliating, enraging and unnecessarily evil. 

“Give me a second,” you say to your phone and press mute, no longer bothered to wait for confirmation. “Gojo Satoru! I’m going to fucking murder you!” 

He shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “Threats are not going to get you anywhere, baby girl. Begs, on the other hand?” He grins. “That’s my weakness.”

You roll your eyes. If only he wasn’t so damn good with his hands. You close your eyes and when they reopen again, you make sure you give him the best puppy eyes you’ve got. “Please, please, I want you. I just want you alone. I don’t want to be quiet anymore.”

“Ah, well,” he throws his head back in a careless, airy laugh. “Who could say no to that? Finish your call and get in the back.” 

You have never been so impatient to get off of a call before. You mumbled a brief description of your address and then you were jumping at the chance of bidding goodbyes. They were in the middle of instructing you on something but you couldn’t, for the life of you, focus on that right now. The grip you had on your phone was so tight, you were scared it would snap in two when you finally let go. 

In the backseat, Gojo has finished the lollipop. You didn’t even notice when he took it back. He’s in the middle of taking off his shirt when he catches you looking. Backlit by the purple lightning stabbing the sky and dragging its sharp blade across, he looks menacing and ethereal at the same time. 

Now, you’re not exactly an expert on how that could be. You just know you can’t waste any more time.

“You better make this worth it,” you say before joining him in the back.

He wraps his hands around your waist. “Oh, when have I ever left you unsatisfied?” Gojo kisses you, pushing the shirt off your shoulders so that you’re completely undressed. 

His nose brushes your collar bone for a split second as his lips caress your chest. “You smell like me. What a lucky bastard I am.” 

That’s pride you hear. 

You lay back into the seat, head prompted against the door. Gojo returns to your lips, tongue delving into your mouth. You hear his belt unbuckling and then falls to the ground with a click. All the while, his lips never left yours. 

“Satoru,” you moan out when he lowers his tip into you. Just the tip and you feel like you could come undone already. 

He laughs. “Satoru, now. Is it?” With that, he pushes you down a little farther, a little farther until there’s absolutely no space between your bodies. “That was very quick, baby. You must be enjoying yourself.” Gojo grabs onto your ass when there’s no response. “Are you?” 

“Y–Yeah,” you pant, pushing your forehead into the crook of his neck. 

“Want me to go a little faster?” 

You nod immediately, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping around his biceps in anticipation. 

“Your request is my command.” 

Gojo is the type of man to take that to heart. He pushes himself up with the palms of his hand and then drops back down. This time you feel his dick much deeper than before, hitting all the spots, ticking all your boxes. 

After all, he’s got every inch of you memorized. 

“My baby is taking me so well,” he says between groans. “Feel so good around me. How am I to go anywhere without you?” 

You’re clawing at his back, pulling him closer to you by the hair. Motivates him even more to be ruthless with his thrusts. 

“You’re not supposed to, remember?” You muster all the remaining strength you’ve got to not stutter. 

Gojo agrees whole-heartedly. “That’s right, darling. That’s it. You’ve got it.” 

His thumb circles your sensitive nub, pushing you a little closer towards the edge of the precipice. It won’t take much more to have you crumble. 

Same goes for Gojo. You’re clenching so deliciously around him, making every little movement difficult. 

But if there’s one thing you should know about him is that once his mind is made, there’s nothing that can change it. And he’s set on making you cum first. 

“You’ve been a good girl,” he says. “Driving me everywhere, waiting for me so patiently, playing my games.” You whine when he throws your legs over his muscular shoulders. “Let me indulge you.” 

He leans close to your ear, stopping his pace for a blink so he could whisper, “Let it all go for me, won’t you?” 

You heave a long breath before letting all inhibitions evaporate into thin air. Couple more thrusts and your back’s arched, your body pushing against his in a broken cry. 

He smiles when you lie back down, your head limp against the leather seat. Gojo wipes the sweat from your forehead, pressing a soft kiss on your temple. He wraps you in his shirt, buttoning it up. 

Once you’ve gathered your breath, you turn to him. “You didn’t—you didn’t cum?” 

He shakes his head. Still smiling though. 

You push yourself up. The look in your eyes is one he wishes he could commission into a painting. “Then why did you stop?” 

He nods towards the phone you’ve recklessly abandoned in the driver’s seat. Its screen lit up with an unknown number. 

“Truck’s here.” 

A string of curse words leaves your mouth as you scramble to sit up and find the rest of your clothes. You will wear them even if they’re soaked in rain. But they’re gone. 

You specifically recall Gojo throwing them all onto the passenger’s seat earlier. “Where are my—”

“Here you go. I made them all dry for you.” 

You take your clothes from his hand. Just like he said, they’re all dry. That’s impossible, they were just soaked. 

You look back at Gojo who’s fully dressed and getting out of the car. The Veil stops him from getting soaked in the rain. 

This bastard could have dried your clothes in a blink and he chose not to. 

He’s fucking lucky you love him. 

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo saturo x reader #gojo saturo x you #gojo saturo x y/n #gojo saturo smut #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[kkurades]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ATTRACTIVE WOMAN ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ your little brother’s best friend had always been infatuated by you but only now do you give him a chance.

word count: 1618

pairing: isaiah jesus x fem!shelby!reader

warnings: violence, blood

It was no secret that Isaiah Jesus lived for Y/n Shelby.

Everyone knew of his infatuation for you. You were also aware of his little fixation on you, but anytime one of your brothers mentioned it, you blamed it on his hormones and said that it would pass.

Because that’s what you truly believed, that he wanted you because you were the the typical hot older sister of his best friend who could get any man that she desired.

So, whenever Isaiah would flirt with you, you would harmlessly flirt back, not knowing that you were making him desperate.

But anytime that he wanted to take a step further you refused, telling him that you were too old for him, to which he would respond that it was nonsense and that he would do anything you asked.

You recall Arthur mentioning to you that four years wasn’t such a significant age difference and that you should simply grant him a chance, but once again you refused.

Recently, though, Isaiah had seemingly given up, which made you relieved for the fact that he ultimately moved on. Although somewhere deep inside you, you felt some slight disappointment, but you shoved the sentiments away and proceeded with your life as you usually would.

“Y/n,” you looked up at Tommy who was seated behind his desk, as expected, before nodding in response, prompting him to continue.

“Are you sure you’re alright with doing this?” You rolled your eyes at your brother’s concerns as you lit a cigarette.

“I’ve done this like a thousand times, I’m sure I’ll be able to handle this,”

As a Peaky Blinder, you had no issues with doing illegal activities, which included seducing men before stealing from them.

Tommy benefited from the fact that you were an extremely attractive woman which showed because anytime someone wronged them he would send you to allure them before doing whatever was required of you.

Which was now the case.

Tommy needed you to flirt with an Italian businessman who had a vague association with the Italians. You had to attempt to get him to take you to his house, so you could find the documents that your brother required.

“If you’re sure about it,” Tommy’s retort was short, but you were used to it and took that as your cue to leave and get ready for tonight.

As you walked down the streets to your house, you saw your younger brother with his friends standing suspiciously around a car.

“Finn, you’re not getting into trouble, are you? Tommy didn’t exactly appreciate it the last time,” you spoke, resulting in your brother and his friends turning to you.

You noticed Isaiah straightened up before offering you a charming smile, while Finn looked at you with wide eyes, attempting to find an excuse.

When he couldn’t get anything out of his mouth, you let out a chuckle before patting his back and proceeding with your trek back to your house.

“You won’t tell him, right? Y/n!” You disregarded your brother’s pleas as you took your cigarette out of your mouth to let out a gust of air before you heard audible footsteps approaching you from behind.

“Y/n,” Isaiah, grinned sheepishly at you as he composed him next to you while he walked you home.

“You don’t mind, do you, love?” He questioned with a flirty smile hanging from his lips.

“Of course not,” you caught him staring at your lips as you took a drag of your cigarette before he reached over to take your cigarette and put it into his mouth while maintaining intense eye contact with you.

“But I will mind if you keep stealing my cigarettes,” you told him quietly with a lazy grin dangling from your lips as you rotated the corner where you could catch a glimpse of your house.

“I’ll buy you a new pack,” Isaiah replied as he took your arm to turn you around before you could turn away from him to enter your home.

“No,” you insisted while gazing up at him with a hazy look in your eyes.

You two stood there for a few moments in thorough silence as you gazed at each other with intensity. Isaiah leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you moved away, inducing a pained expression to take over his face, provoking you to frown scarcely.

“Goodbye Isaiah,” his name rolled off your tongue as you carefully removed his hand from your arm before entering your house while looking back only to see him staring at the spot where you once stood.

A sigh left your body as you strained to change your thoughts before you would do something that you would regret later and proceeded to your way to your wardrobe to find an appropriate getup for tonight.

Later on, you found yourself seated in the Garrison while swallowing a glass of whiskey.

When you found your target, you made your way over to where he sat before sitting down, compelling him to look up at you.

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around,” You surveyed while leaning forward to showcase your cleavage to him.

The man, whose name was Antonio, glanced down at your breast before responding.

“Yes, I’m here for work,” you raised your brows before tracing his fingers in a painfully slow way.

“Mm, do you happen to want a distraction from your work?” Antonio licked his lips slowly before motioning for you to come and sit next to him before wrapping his arm around your waist.

His hand made its way under your shirt as he began kissing your neck roughly, forcing you to falsify a faint moan to make it seem like you enjoyed it.

While he hummed at the sweet taste of your skin, you could sense eyes on you, provoking you to turn your gaze to the owner of those wandering eyes who occurred to be Isaiah who stood in a corner of the pub with clenched fists at his sides.

When your eyes met, he could feel himself becoming infuriated by the fact that a man twice your age was touching and kissing you.

When he couldn’t contain his anger anymore he stormed over to your table before hauling you from Antonio as he commenced a fight with him.

Tommy and John who had also been there to make sure everything would go as planned leaped into action by trying to get Isaiah off the Italian businessman who was shouting at Isaiah.

“I’ll kill you! I promise I will!” Isaiah called after him as you helped John get him out of the pub and into an alleyway.

“Isaiah! What the fuck?” You whisper yelled at him as he started to calm down again.

“Yeah, what the fuck was that for?” John questioned as he fixed his jacket before making his way back inside, leaving the two of you alone.

You examined Isaiah as he let out deep puffs of air through his mouth, as you noticed his busted lip and some blood along his cheek that presumably wasn’t his.

“Isaiah?” You asked with concern lacing your voice, causing him to fully turn to you.

“I just got mad,” he answered as his eyes flickered over your face to make sure that you were alright.

“You got mad? Isaiah, we’ve been waiting for a chance like this for months. So, you got to come up with something better than ‘I just got mad’,” a frown etched onto your face as Isaiah’s hands reached out to hold your face softly.

This time, you didn’t pull away as you waited for an explanation while he caressed your cheek gently with his thumb.

“It disgusted me. His hands were all over you. And I-,” he paused to let out a deep breath through his nose before continuing, “I got protective. I’m sorry for blowing this up,” he mumbled sincerely while gazing into your eyes.

While you knew you should have pulled away when he leaned in, you couldn’t. You were exhausted from trying to dismiss the feelings that he made come to life.

“Just give me one chance,” Isaiah muttered as he noticed your slight hesitance and when you gave the tiniest nod he fully tipped forward.

You could feel yourself becoming putty in his hands as he kissed you so passionately. This was what you always imagined as the fairy tale kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him even closer to you, if that was even possible.

A smile crept onto Isaiah’s face as he kissed you with all he had. With all the bottled emotions that he had since he was twelve. You felt like heaven, and it was even better than what he imagined and dreamt of all those years.

When you were forced to pull away to fill your lungs with air, you slowly opened your eyes but did not completely let go just yet.

You stood there pressed against him with him leaning slightly down. His breath fanned over you as you could still feel the presence of his lips that were just enough removed to get some air.

You tore your eyes from his lips and onto his sparkling eyes that reflected pure joy in them as a small smile was present on his face, causing you to reflect the same small smile.

“Twelve-year-old me would have been so proud of myself,” Isaiah joked softly as you remained pressed against one another.

“Yeah?” You let out a soft giggle, which made Isaiah’s heart flutter as he nodded his head slightly.

“Yeah, definitely.”

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #ada thorne #finn shelby #isaiah jesus #isaiah jesus imagine #isaiah jesus x reader #fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic

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⚠️ TW for character death ⚠️ Based on my Lesley is dead AU

Roy couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. It had to be some sort of messed up joke, a prank. He knew his Pa that well that he would do something like this to him.

He..he had to see it for himself. Even if he didn't want to believe it. 

The young boy ran down the dirt path through the darkening street, the small houses lining the way making it look almost claustrophobic as he hurried along. Her house wasn't far, he would be there soon. Lesley was fine, she was okay, she was alive- 

Red and blue flashing lights ahead almost made the small puppet stop in his tracks. 

His breathing came out in harsh heavy desperate gasps as he ran to reach them, his vision becoming blurry with welled up tears that stung his eyes. His chest burned and his legs ached but he didn't stop. 

The sight of many police vehicles and many yellow tape that surrounded the scene finally caused Roy to stop, nearly barreling into a few onlookers as they too surveyed the awful scene. Roy panted and stared, wide eyed as he took in his surroundings. He could see a few familiar people and puppets. Not too far away he spotted Lesley's mother and father, talking to a police officer. Her..her mother was crying as her dad held her. 

No, no it couldn't be true- please- 

The boy's wavering gaze fell upon the many police men that were about, before finally landing upon a white sheet that lay on the ground. Roy could feel his heart drop into his stomach, a horrible sickening feeling rising up and causing him to stumble back.

Was- was that her? 

Roy's legs buckled beneath him and he fell to the ground, tears finally falling down his face as he gasped for air. He didn't even care if people were looking at him now, he wasn't even aware where he was anymore. All he could see was his best friend's corpse lying there, her small body splotched with her life source, blood everywhere. Oh god it was everywhere- 

It was all his fault. It was ALL HIS FAULT. Why hadn't he asked if she could've came over, he could've walked with her. She had been all alone, she had gotten hit and it was all his fault. 

Roy let out a pained sob, burying his face into his hands. He didn't even realize an officer was above him, along with two other puppets as they tried to speak with him. Everything was so overwhelming, and he couldn't breathe. It felt like this was a nightmare.

Maybe that's what this was. Maybe he was just asleep and he'd wake up in his bed, and he'd eat the yummy pancakes his mum always made. Then he'd go out and play with Lesley, and she wouldn't be hurt. And then maybe he wouldn't have to feel this horrible...

He..

He hadn't even gotten to tell her how he felt.

His vision went temporarily black for a moment before Roy jolted, and he realized he had been moved somewhere else. He was still outside, but now he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he was now sitting in the back of an ambulance, his small legs dangling over the edge. His face was still wet and stained with tears, and he felt so sleepy. 

He had the distinct feeling that he shouldn't be here, but he felt too drowsy to understand why.

The blue and flashing lights of the police cars almost began to lull him to sleep until he heard a familiar voice call out his name from afar. Roy looked up, startled, and he saw his mother running over to him. 

"Roy! Oh, my baby boy, there you are-" Charlene hurried toward the ambulance as she embraced the small boy tightly in her arms. Roy immediately hugged her back, trembling in her hold as the tears that stung in his eyes still rushing back down his cheeks as he held his mom with all the strength he had left. 

"S-She's gone, mama," The little puppet wept heartbrokingly into the woman's shoulder. The pain was unbearable now. Everything hurt so, so much. "She's, s-she's gone, i-it's all m-my fault.." 

Charlene continued to hold the child in her arms, rocking him gently. She shook her head, tears also falling from her own face. "N-No, no baby, don't say that. It's not.." she shushed him softly as Roy sobbed helplessly. "Come on..you need to come home…you shouldn't be here." 

"All m-my fault..it's a-all my fault.." Roy felt himself be picked up, and he clung to his mother as he kept his face buried into her shoulder. Charlene carried him along, her heart breaking as he kept uttering those words to himself over and over like a broken tape. 

#IM SO SORRY #rrghhshsgf #tw death #dhmisau #fanfic #dead lesley au #tw car accident #tw character death #smart roy #dhmis roy #dont hug me i'm scared au #dont hug me im scared #angst #sad

[here4kpopfics]

Hi, Kelly! Congrats on the milestone!!! You deserve all of that and so much more 💕💕

This is the first time I'm doing a drabble request, but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I'm so excited to see what you'll do with everybody's prompts.

I was soo tempted to pick number 44.i’m only here for the dog for my boy Jungkook because I love Bam so much lmao. But I also saw that you maybe want to write more for other members too.

So I'm actually going with my other favourite virgo Namjoon and number 89. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” if it hasn't already been requested 🥺 You can make it as smutty as you want!

Gongrats again, lovely💞💞💞

Iviiiiiiiiiii. I hope you enjoy. 💜 I had to hold myself back on this... 😅

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knj x reader | mentions of smutty fun time | 565 words | m/18+ | Joon being Joon. 🥵

“Hyung, you okay?” Jungkook’s voice brings Namjoon out of his thoughts. 

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He flips the phone around in his hand a few times, looking straight ahead. 

“You’ve had your jaw clenched since the meeting. Did you and y/n have a fight?”

Oh, if only it was a fight. 

“Something like that.” He mumbles, looking back at his phone, but refusing to unlock it. “Hey, I gotta go…fix things with her. The meeting’s done anyway. Let the others know I won’t be back in the studio today, okay? I’ll see you later.” 

Jungkook doesn’t get to respond because Namjoon is storming his way out of the room and the building, straight into a car that takes him home where he knows you’re waiting for him. He brings out his phone, suppressing a groan seeing the photos and sends you a text. 

🐨Joonie: you better be on the bed ready for me in the next twenty minutes. You’re not going anywhere else tonight. 

You quickly scramble to the bedroom, throwing your phone somewhere on the couch in the living room. You crawl up the headboard, turning to sit down with your back fully against it, legs stretched forward and your hands together in your lap. He said twenty minutes, but he has always been really shitty about his concept of time. 

So you wait patiently, and sure enough, ten minutes later, you hear the front door open and sit up straighter, making sure the useless bra and thong are on correctly, and put a big innocent smile on your face as he walks through the bedroom door. 

“What the fuck was that?” His voice is low, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

“What was what?” You feign innocence, watching with joy as his jaw clenches before he leans over the bed, grabbing your ankles and roughly pulling you toward the end of the bed. You have to hold yourself up enough so you don’t hit your head against the headboard from the action. 

“Don’t even, baby girl. You sent me pictures of you naked while I was in a work meeting.” He seethes through his teeth, spreading your legs, dangling them off the bed from the knee. 

“And? What’d you think?” You grin as he removes his belt, tossing it on the floor along with his jacket. 

“Oh, you wanna know what I think, baby girl?” He growls, a hand sliding up your body to wrap around your throat, “I think you’re going to take everything I give to you tonight and say thank you with no complaint because you deserve punishment. That’s what I think.”

You can’t help the desperation in your voice as you whisper the word please in response. 

“At least you asked nicely. Now how do you want to come first? My fingers, mouth, or straight to my cock?” You whine in response and he lets go of the persona for a moment to laugh, leaning forward to kiss you. 

“Mmm, it’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He speaks between kisses. 

“I love you, Joonie.” 

“I love you, too, baby girl. Scoot down the bed a bit more for me.” You do as he says, watching the way his eyes switch from glimmering brown to dark with lust. 

Heh. I really had to stop there because I could easily keep going with this. But alas, self control must be practiced. So. If this does well…I could see turning it into something…more? 👀

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[tonysslut]

Hey, I love your writing so much. Would you mind writing a fic where the reader and tony share a platonic love, like they can be best friends or something like that. A fluffy one where he comforts her in a bad day. Its really hard to find this kind of fics for him . ☺️

Hi, angel! Thank you so much! I've never written anything platonic with Tony before. I also made it young!Tony. Hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Tony comforts you during a bad day

Warnings: Mild angst and some fluff. All mistakes are my own.

W/C: 696

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Tony leaned against the locker as he waited for you to leave class. He could see you through the small window on the door, head resting in your palm, knee bouncing. You were clearly upset and had been all day.

When you arrived to class late, that's when he first noticed something was wrong. Dark under eyes, backpack unzipped with your textbooks almost slipping out. You sagged into your chair and leaned your head against the surface of the desk in front of you as you gazed vacantly out the window.

The hallways filled with students as the bell rang, chatter filling your already overstimulated brain. All you wanted was to do was go home and lock yourself in your room. 

“How was class, Tulip?” Tony asked when you stepped out of class. 

“It was okay.” You shrug, handing him your book bag when he extends his hand. 

The walk to his car was silent. Normally you talk about your day, letting him know how your classes were, and whatever drama was going around the school. He decided not to push you to talk, instead letting the silence linger as he reached for the door for you to get in, gently closing it when you started buckling your seatbelt. 

You leaned your head against the window, admiring the trees as Tony drove you home, but you furrowed your brows when he passed your turn. 

“What are you doing?” You asked. 

“I want to take you somewhere.” He replied nonchalantly. 

“Tony, I just want to go home. Please.” You sigh, not understanding why he couldn’t just take you home. All you wanted to do was hide under your covers till the next morning. 

You let out an annoyed breath, crossing your arms and moving your legs closer to the door. Tony frowned when he saw how you closed yourself off from him, but continued driving. He knew this would make you feel better. 

A few minutes later, Tony turns onto a dirt road and you instantly notice how the scattered trees start becoming more dense. He pulls up to the edge of the cliff and puts the car in park. Opening the door, you feel the cool breeze and pull up your hood. 

Your eyes begin to water as you sit on the edge, feet dangling in the air as you admire the waterfall from a far. 

Tony and you stumbled upon this waterfall by mistake and instantly fell in love with how beautiful it was. It became your spot. You’d spent countless nights sitting here, talking about anything and everything, and the fact that Tony brought you here meant so much to you. 

“Do you want to talk about it? Or do you just want to sit here?” He asks, sitting beside you and bringing you into his side so you can lay your head on his shoulder.

“It’s just been a bad day. I woke up with this heavy feeling and I thought it would disappear as the day went on, but it just got worse. Nothing went how it was supposed to. I was late for class, failed my exam, got paired up with the worst partner for our biology project.” You ranted as Tony rubbed your shoulder in a comforting manner. The more you talked, the more you cried. You didn’t realize how overwhelmed you were until now. 

“Hey, it’s just one bad day, Tulip. Tomorrow is going to be so much better, yeah?” He asks, looking down at you with a smile. 

You let his words sink in, nodding as you press yourself against him. 

“Yeah, just one bad day.” You repeat, taking a deep breath. 

“And if tomorrow is just as bad, we can come here again and we can talk, or we can sit here in silence. Whatever you want. You don’t need to bottle that feeling up. Lean on me. You know I’ll always help you.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

A warm feeling washed over you as he spoke. You weren’t sure what you did to have Tony in your life, but you were forever grateful for the friendship you two developed. 

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[honeystwiggypeach]

can you please do a dad!eddie x mom!reader where they take lucille to her first fireworks show and fair on the 4th of july?? i think it'd be so cute!! ^-^

Lucille’s first fair!

Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!!

For sure!! Thank you so much for requesting this is such a good idea!!(pls it deleted like half of my writing when I saved this… pls it did it again when I was trying to do my formatting, hfgrge)

Anyways TW: Fireworks, Lucille getting nervous about new things?

Both you and Eddie were unsure of what Lucille’s reaction to fireworks would be but you both knew that it was something that you two would at least like to show her, and if she didn’t like it than that would be ok and you’d never do it again, unless she asked!

The whole day was spent picking out an outfit for Lucy, one that would be able to keep her warm if it got cool but also cool if it got to hot, and one that was decently cute. The two of you ended up getting her dressed in her little outfit and she loved it.

After both you and Eddie got dressed as well you buckled Lucille into the car seat before making your way to the fair.

But before you could go to the fair you made a stop in the park where the fireworks were. Eddie opened the side door to the van letting you and Lucille sit on the seat with you legs dangling out the door while he sat on the floor of the van watching Lucille closely.

When the first firework popped she had her head in your neck so all she heard was the sound effectively terrifying her. But thankfully Eddie helped you turn her to show her what it was before you guys could say she hated it.

A few more fireworks went off and Lucille could see the bright colors and patterns as she clapped her little hands.

Both you and Eddie let out a breath neither of you were intentionally holding.

The whole time fireworks popped, Lucille would jump at the noise but coo at the different colors that lit up the sky.

Once it was over though she threw a fit, one of her first fits, which Eddie was sure to take a photo of instead of helping you, though after he got the photo you two buckled her into her seat telling her you’d go somewhere even better next which got her to settle down.

Once arriving at the fair you watched her squirm in her car seat to get a peek at the large circle, that’s all the Ferris wheel was to her as she’d never seen one before. Both you and Eddie made sure she knew before you even got down that she couldn’t under no circumstances leave either you or Eddie’s side.

After getting the little bracelets that allow you to go on the rides Eddie crouches down to Lucille’s height, “alright sweetheart, which one do you want to go on?” She looks around looking at the merry go round.

“Horseys dada!” She tells him happily pointing to the merry go round as she bounces between the two of you.

“Do you want dada to ride with you honey?” You ask knowing damn well that Lucille will want to pick a cute horse with lots of pink and rosey details.

“Yeah!” She says as she giggles

So the two of them get in line Eddie grumbling that you could come to but you tell him that you’ll take his photos and his complaints are put out.

And just as you predicted when they get on the ride Lucy is tugging Eddie to a pretty pink horse.

You laugh as Eddie looks at you with an are you kidding me look.

At first he tries to just stand beside Lucille but she tugs on his jacket and gives him her precious puppy dog eyes and Eddie is complying before he even notices. Though he does notice the photo that you take.

Lucille almost jumps into Eddie when the merry go round begins as she tries to turn towards her dad grabbing handfuls of his jacket.

“Oh, honey” he coos softly as he makes her face the front trying to make it less scary for her.

In the end Lucille still runs off the merry go round with Eddie’s hand as she runs towards you.

“Did you have fun?” You ask picking her up and she shakes her little head no, “no, why not my love?”

“Scary” she tells you quietly.

“It’s not supposed to be scary Lucille, but that’s alright why don’t we try something else.” So the rest of the night is spent trying to find rides she likes, and she liked majority of them.

You and Eddie decided that the Ferris wheel would be last and as that time comes around Lucille is getting tired.

The three of you get into a little compartment with you on one side with Lucille in your lap and Eddie on the other.

Once the Ferris wheel began to move Lucille wasn’t sure if it was cool or terrifying while she was half asleep.

She squirmed in your grip, “want dada” she told you nervously and you handed her off into Eddie’s extended arms as she cuddled up into Eddie’s chest as he explained all the different rides you could see from the height.

“And that one is dada’s van” he points out as you take a picture of the two of them smiling happily.

For her first firework show and trip to the fair you’d have to say it went pretty well.

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[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 3

Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting. *Billy is quite mean in this one*

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee



Billy was dressed casually. His forest green sweater with his jeans and boots. He knew just where to take you, a quaint little diner not too far. He'd been there a few times. This was a test. If you passed then he'd be able to take you out which would make his life easier since he wouldn't have to be stuck at home with you. If you failed… Well let's just hope you didn't. He glanced over to you since you'd now gotten dressed in a nice pair of jeans with a red blouse he had gotten you, he had obviously gotten you everything you could wear. He had something in his hand, watching you carefully. He could just compel you but it wouldn't be a true test if he did. He needed to know how you'd act if he took you somewhere. He approached you with a smile, the choker in his hand dangling from his finger.

"If you try to run or ask for help, it's gonna hurt," his threat was in contrast to his sweet smile. He pressed a button on the small remote on his other hand, a loud buzzing emitting from his specially made shock collar. It looked like a simple choker but it had enough volts to cause some real damage. He didn't want to ruin the mood the pair of you were sharing after your earlier activities but he wanted to make it clear he wouldn't put up with defiance. He would treat you well if you behaved but he wasn't going soft.

Your face blanched slightly looking at the choker in his hand, you could almost smell the electricity in the air. You nodded, waiting for him to put it on your neck, not looking forward to his hands so close to your jugular.

“I’ll behave,” you answer back, looking at the floor.

"Good girl," he smirked devilishly as he moved to stand behind you. He could hear your heart thumping, see the vein in your neck pulsing and his mouth watered a little. His praises made you shiver and feel a small bolt of the same pleasure you'd felt earlier.

“Why do I feel the purring of earlier when you call me a good girl?” You asked before hissing at his face against your neck. He ran his nose along the side of your neck, being bold after what you'd let him do earlier. He inhaled deeply, a growl rumbling in his chest as he quelled the urge to taste you. Instead, he stepped back and clipped the collar around your delicate little neck and grinned, pleased with himself. Your words amused him and he loved that he'd woken your arousal.

"Because you like it. You like it when you please me. You know just how good I'll make you feel if you behave," he whispered in your ear with a wicked smirk before he moved back around to your front.

You nodded and thought really hard about all of this, how scared you were of him still but also how you had enjoyed him touching you in that new way. You wanted it again but the next minute he’d do something and spook you.

"Alright, let's go. And remember what I said, sweetheart," he warned, moving to grab his leather jacket as he gave you a firm look.

You nodded a few times very quickly, you definitely didn’t want to try it out. You followed him like a puppy, never straying further than two steps away. You enjoyed the car ride and looking outside the window. You don’t remember the last time you left the house for something else than to run away. You probably never ever had. When he got to the diner, he pulled up, getting out and moving to open your door for you. He'd watched you in the car, saw how you were taking everything in. It made something happen inside of him he was unsure of and he didn't like so he opted to ignore it. Taking your hand and giving you one last warning look, he led you inside. The place had a few people in, all having lunch and happily talking amongst themselves. Billy paid them no mind as he moved to a booth out of the way, gently pushing you into the seat against the wall before he slid in beside you so you couldn't escape.

“How does it work?” You asked excitedly, you’d seen movies and people eating out but you’ve never really ordered anything yourself and wasn’t sure what was expected of you either. Billy blinked at you for a moment before it dawned on him that this was something else you'd never experienced. Honestly, it was a little sad. 

"Someone'll come over and take our order and when it's done they'll bring it out," he explained as he slid the menu to you. His arm came to rest behind you along the bench seat as his dark eyes swept around the diner, surveying the place instinctively.

“Oh! The ones with the aprons like in movies, right?” you said proudly, knowing what he was talking about. You looked at the menu and you just couldn’t pick! There were so many options it was almost overwhelming.

“Can I pick or you’re ordering for us?” You asked him, unsure if you could. The hand dangling behind you reached out and twirled some of your hair in his fingers.

"I'll let you pick 'cause you've been real good," he grinned, eyes shining with amusement. 

The waitress walked to your table and she startled you. Your heart was beating really fast and the stranger made you nervous. You’ve never really had anyone else talk or look at you in months. Billy's eyes swept over the waitress. She was pretty, her shirt a few sizes too small and giving him a good eyeful. A smirk spread across his face that had her smiling as he cheeks flushed and he chuckled.

"What can I get you guys?" She asked, eyes only on Billy.

"Coffee and pancakes for me. What about you, sweetheart?" He asked as he glanced at you. He raised his brows, waiting to see what you'd do with someone so close by. He wasn't tense. If you decided to cause a scene he'd deal with it. Hell, he'd compel every fucker in the place if he had to. He wasn't worried. He was amused and curious.

To your own surprise you reached down and held Billy’s hand like a scared child. He gave it a squeeze as he felt a sick satisfaction in you seeking him out when you were scared. You felt so nervous you couldn’t speak up for a minute. As much as he scared you sometimes, you knew him. You looked up at him with a slight panic behind your eyes.

“Um…” you managed to say and looked down at the menu. You pointed to a picture and waited for the stranger to write it on her little pad.

"Don't mind her. She had a head trauma not too long ago. Not been right since," Billy sighed, shooting the waitress a mock sad look. He'd noticed the curious glances she was throwing your way. 

"Oh, you poor thing having to deal with that," she frowned, resting her hand on Billy's arm. He almost snorted at her audacity. When she walked off to place their order, he turned his dark eyes to you then, pleased you'd behaved.

"You're bein' pretty good today, Kitten," he remarked, sounding a little impressed. It made him feel good that all his work on getting you to behave was working. 

You gave him a weak smile and looked down, poking absentmindedly at the paper placemat in front of you. He watched you for a moment before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his other hand moving to cup your cheek and turn your face to his.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, eyes tender as he gazed down at you. For all intents and purposes, he looked genuinely concerned. Like he actually cared about your feelings. He didn't. If anything, he felt a stab of annoyance at your behaviour, thinking you'd be more grateful for being out. But he was doing this because of earlier, to make sure it would happen again. He wouldn't let his annoyance ruin his long term plan.

“I’m sorry for running away,” you said, feeling uncomfortable about last evening, like he’d remember and lock you up in a flash again.

His thumb stroked your cheek as he looked at you. He knew you weren't being completely truthful because he could hear your heartbeat falter. He let it slide though because he didn't actually care enough about what was really bothering you.

"Just don't do it again. You know I hate punishin' you," he frowned, acting like it brought him great pain.

“I feel silly for doing it now,” you mumbled and nodded at his words. He smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before moving to sit back properly as the waitress brought out the food. She gave Billy another flirty look as she set the food down and Billy smirked at her.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he gave her a charming grin, almost snorting when she got all flustered by it before she walked away. 

"Can I eat myself?" You asked unsure if it was a thing in the outside world too. People seemed to feed themselves here.

He was really enjoying you asking him all these questions and he nodded, pushing your plate closer to you. He started eating his pancakes, not really wanting them but doing it for appearances. He didn't need to eat real food but he did enjoy it sometimes. He wasn't like Frank and Karen who ate meals everyday like they were humans. It was sickening to Billy. He knew what he was and he wasn't going to shy away from it. He'd eat real food when the desire arose but he didn't care about it. You cut your food and ate with great appetite. It was super good and you really enjoyed the treat. You swallowed and turned to ask him something else.

"Can I ask you something about this morning?" You said, making sure you weren't being a brat. He raised his brows curiously as he swallowed the mouthful of pancakes he had.

"What is it?" He asked, wondering what was going on in your head now.

"You know this morning when you put on Netflix for me…" you tried to picture the two characters again on screen.

"What...Why did...Was it the other things you said we can do?"You asked not very clearly but you weren't sure of yourself because they almost looked in pain.

His lips tugged up into a smirk as he sipped his coffee, leaning back in his seat.

"Yeah. Why?" He asked, eyes scanning your face and trying to figure out why you were asking.

"Well I… I dunno. It looked painful but it looked like some of the stuff you made me try." You said with a slight frown again but your eyes darted to his lips. How kissing seems to be in every single moment on TV, wondering if that felt like fireworks too. But the memory of his fangs made you unsure. You felt like you wanted it as much as you didn't want it.

"It just didn't do anything when I touched your skin," you said before growling slightly at your confusion. A nagging feeling at the back of your head annoying you. Your frustration caught him off guard but amused him.

"What do you mean?" He asked, watching you carefully. He was having way too much fun watching you all confused and getting annoyed over it.

"Can you teach me more when we go home?" You said, suddenly tired at all the questions and how on the TV and in his house it seemed to work differently for some reasons. He was loving how you were already wanting more and he smirked as he nodded.

"If you're good," he replied casually. He'd only give you what you wanted if you behaved. He was starting to think he'd finally found something that would help you stay in line for him.

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"Look, they're touching and kissing and stuff," you said, showing him the intimate scene of this morning, your head tilting to one side and the other trying to figure it out. He was watching you completely amused.

"I touch you but I'm not out of breath and…" Your voice trailing off seeing a particular intense moment making your cheeks blush. You closed the TV and sat back against the headboard pouting. It was everywhere on screen and it wasn't even a real thing it seemed like. Billy tilted his head, regarding you for a moment.

"It depends how you do it, on the mood. Like if I do this…" he ran his hand up one of your arms, looking at you. 

"It doesn't do much. But if I do it like this," he gently caressed your other arm with his fingertips, dark eyes boring into you as he did.

"Does it feel different?" He asked in a low murmur.

You nodded feeling goosebumps raise under his soft touch. You turned your head and your eyes darted to his lips again, instinctively licking yours and biting nervously on the lower one. He noticed your look and leaned closer to you, his fingers trailing up your arm before dancing across your collarbone. He slid them up your neck to your face in a featherlight touch, his hand gently grasping your jaw as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You gasped at the feelings hitting you hard inside your chest and core. How such a simple thing could give such a powerful reaction. You instinctively leaned forward and pressed your lips harder on his, the warm tingly feeling taking over your brain. He moaned softly, moving his lips against yours slowly as he eased you into the kiss. He enjoyed the way your lips felt against his and his hand moved to cradle your face as he leaned closer. You mimicked the movements he did over your own lips, aware of how each one made you feel. Your breathing picked up and you were starting to understand what you kept seeing on screen.

He ran his tongue over your lower lip, parting them for him as his tongue moved to caress yours softly. It startled you yet you moaned into the kiss and scooted closer to him, your hands reaching out for him. You broke the kiss, shaking your head at your reaction and looking down at your small hands closed around his green sweater. He felt breathless despite the lack of working lungs. He blinked at you for a moment, slightly surprised by his own reaction to kissing you. Sure he liked kissing but it felt different.

"What did you think?" He asked in a low voice, dark eyes on you.

"It's intense," you said, still breathing heavily and feeling your heart thumping. You looked down at your lap and felt the same wetness as before. It always seemed to come back today, you thought frowning at your jeans.

"You didn't like it?" You didn't look very happy about it and he felt mildly offended by your reaction if he was honest.

"I did, I just feel wet again and I'm wondering if it ever goes away. It's...making it harder to focus," you said with a little annoyance.

He loved the fact you'd gotten wet just from kissing him and he bit his lip to suppress a smirk.

"It happens when your body gets excited. Some things like kissin' or some touches make your body excited and you get wet because of it," he explained softly, trying to hide his amusement.

"Why am I feeling...this weird pull towards you now? When that happens," you asked wondering why suddenly you seemed to crave his touch when 12hrs ago he scared the shit out of you and locked you in the closet.

"It's called arousal. I made you feel good and your body wants more of it. You want me to touch you again," he loved how your body seemed needy for him now. It made a shot of desire wash over him.

"...Can you?" You said, unsure of yourself. He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours teasingly but didn't kiss you.

"You want me to?" He purred, wanting to hear you say it.

"Yes. Can you show me more?" You asked, feeling your face flush red and warm looking back at him.

He smirked wickedly, knowing just what he wanted to show you. 

"Take your clothes off and lay down," he drawled against your lips, nipping your lower lip teasingly before he moved away and started to undress himself. You grinned excitedly and hurried to undress while he went away. You laid back down on the bed and waited for him, slightly nervous but looking forward to it this time. His obsidian eyes swept over your perfect body with hunger. He loved this side to you. He couldn't believe he'd turned you into a needy little whore for him and you didn't even realise it. Your innocent excitement had him harder than steel. He moved to climb on the bed, parting your legs as he settled between them. He hovered over you, gripping your jaw as he kissed you deeply, his tongue dominating your mouth as he moaned. You kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours. Your hips bucked upward feeling a particular strong bolt of pleasure hit you. You accidentally rubbed against him and it sent another jolt of pleasure making you gasp loudly. He groaned into the kiss before kissing down your jaw. He made his way down to your neck, resisting the urge to let his fangs come out to play as he nipped and sucked at it with his normal teeth. The urge to mark you up overwhelming him.

"Wait," you said, panting and looking down at him.

A growl rumbled deep in his throat as he moved to look at you, trying to hide the impatience on his face. 

"Can you do that again? Rub against me," you said, remembering how soft and warm it felt. He'd had other plans for you but your words made him think for a minute. A sly grin crept onto his face as he moved off you and lay on his back.

"C'mere," he murmured, tugging your wrist so you straddled him. You looked slightly confused at what you were supposed to do now. His hands slid up your soft thighs before they settled on your hips. He pressed you down against his cock, arching up against you and rubbing himself against your soaked pussy. You gasped and shook so hard it almost hurt. You looked down at him wide-eyed and breathless at the overwhelming feelings hitting inside you. He loved that look on your face and he groaned.

"Rub yourself on me, sweetheart," he commanded, wanting to watch you get yourself off on him. You moved your hips tentatively and found something that made your inside purring. It felt ten times better than this morning. The more you rubbed yourself on him the stronger you felt your insides claw up at you. You frowned slightly and wondered...

He loved the view and loved the way your wet pussy glided over his cock like silk. His hands wandered your soft curves before palming your breasts and toying with your nipples, soft moans leaving his lips. You moved slightly off his lap and tried to push him inside you, the urge taking over but it wouldn't fit. Then why did you feel the urge to try to. You gave him a confused look asking him to explain what was happening. He let out a raw moan feeling the tip of his cock pressing against you and he looked at you wide eyed, hardly expecting it.

"You're not ready to take me yet, Kitten," he muttered, his head spinning at what just happened. He wanted to slam himself inside of you and make himself fit but it wouldn't help anyone if he did that.

"Why does my inside feel like it's clawing its way out? It's frustrating," you said almost angrily like it wasn't fair. His lips tugged up as he watched you and he slid his hands up your sides.

"Because you want it inside you but you're too tight right now. We need to get you ready first," he explained amused.

Your brow rose upwards like it explained everything. There were other steps before that one. You nodded back, showing him you understood.

"How do we do it then?" You asked wondering what could help. You've never seen these steps on the screen.

"We'll have to put things inside of you, help you take things and get bigger until you're ready to take me," he mused, eyes dancing with mischief as he thought about it. Your naivety was amusing and he enjoyed it more than he should. You nodded and looked around his bedroom wondering if he had thought about bringing something for this peculiar situation.

He slid you off him as he got up, rummaging around in one of his drawers. He'd bought a bunch of stuff when he'd gotten you but he'd not had the chance to use them since you'd been so against his touch. He grabbed a few things before he walked back over to the bed, dropping them on the bed in front of you.

"These are called sex toys," he murmured, looking through them and trying to gauge which ones might fit you. He'd have his fun getting you stretched out and ready to take him. And he loved how eager you were about the whole thing. So unassuming. You looked at the series of objects in front of you. Some of them were long, some of them looked like his length but smaller and they all were colorful. You reached for small silicone balls wondering what they'd do. He smirked a little, watching you and your curiosity. 

"Those are pleasure balls. You leave 'em in and walk around," he explained, his eyes on you as he watched you looking at the sex toys. He wondered which ones intrigued you most.

You nodded and liked the soft texture of them. You reached for another thing that made your insides purr again.

"They're called dildos, you can have vibratin' versions too but that's too advanced for you right now. I'm not even entirely sure we can fit these in yet," he muttered, looking thoughtful as he wondered about trying. 

"Can you try to see if it fits?" You asked with a small shrug and compared it with his own large one. He really loved your naive eagerness and he nodded, taking it from your hand. 

"Lay down," he didn't wait for you as he pushed you gently to lay on your back. He knelt between your legs, dark eyes admiring your wet pussy as he spread your legs wide. He'd really awoken something inside of you and he was eating it up. He rubbed the toy against you a little. You were already wet but he wanted to get you worked up again. He rubbed it against your clit as his cock twitched, dark eyes watching you intently at your reaction.

You moaned softly and squirmed around a bit, the same warm feelings and needs returning. When he felt you were ready, he pushed the tip of the toy inside of you only to be met by a lot of resistance. You were so fucking tight and he couldn't wait until you were wrapped around him. You winced and whined slightly, it clearly wouldn't fit ethier. You sighed and sat up again almost pouting. He bit his lip to stifle his amused laugh at how frustrated you were. It was cute.

"Can't we try these then?" You suggested taking two of the silicone balls. He nodded, taking them before he made you lay down again. He decided to help stretch you with his fingers this time, slipping one in at first as he started slowly fucking you with it. You had already forgotten how good it felt to be touched this way, from the inside. Your breathing picked up and you whined loudly feeling the pleasure building up again, this time faster and with more intensity.

He slipped another finger in, moaning at how badly you were squeezing down on them. He loved watching how you squirmed against his hand and your soft little moans. Unabashed and clueless. His sweet innocent girl. He slid his fingers out, greedily sucking them clean with a groan before he put some of the silicone balls inside of you. He could only fit 2 but he was satisfied with it. He moved to the closet and grabbed one of the many floral summer dresses he'd acquired for you. He loved dressing you in things that made you look sweet and delicate. Easy to break. He pulled it over your head and maneuvered your arms into the straps, no underwear. 

"Alright. Now go be a good girl and do your chores," he grinned, pressing a quick and firm kiss to your lips. He loved that you allowed him to do that now. He felt like he had more power over your body than he had before and he enjoyed the rush it gave him. He couldn't wait to keep pushing the boundaries. 

You nodded and stood up to start your daily task. It didn’t take very long for you to be very distracted by the pleasure balls inside of you. No matter what you did, how you moved you felt them tightly rubbing against your inside and you wondered if it would ever stop. Billy settled in his office as he answered some emails. He still owned Anvil but he hadn't been there in months in person. He'd been bored and then he'd gotten you. He hardly trusted you enough to leave you alone for too long so he'd been doing work from home and delegating tasks to his men. Once you were fully trained and obedient, no longer running from him, he'd be able to go back to work. If he was honest, he missed it. But you'd been entertaining enough at least and now it had gotten way more interesting.

You knocked on his office door an hour later feeling overwhelmed to the point of madness. You were sweaty and your knees wanted to give out of you. You wondered if you've worn them long enough and if he’d agree to take them out. How long would it take to prepare you for him anyway?

"Come in," he called out, rubbing his temples. He hated the paperwork side of things and since he worked from home these days it seemed like all he did. He glanced up as you walked in, his eyes assessing the state of you with an amused grin.

“Have I been wearing them long enough? It-It’s getting too intense to do my tasks,” you said between panting and sounds not unlike whines. He licked his lower lip as he sat back in his chair, regarding you carefully. He loved seeing you this worked up.

"Have you done all your chores?" He asked plainly, raising a brow at you.

You looked down at the floor sheepishly.

“I still have to wash the floor,” you mumbled so quietly you wish he wouldn’t hear it.

"Then get to it. I'll take 'em out when you're done," he said firmly, waving a dismissive hand at you. He wanted to really push your limits. You nodded and left his office to do your remaining task. You were biting down on your lower lip so hard you wondered if he could smell the blood if it bled. That made you stop instantly but you just couldn’t think or move anymore. You sniffed back tears, took the mop and the bucket and went to work.

Billy turned off his computer and rolled his neck a little. He'd been hard since earlier when you'd been rubbing yourself on him because he hadn't found release. You'd shocked him when you'd tried to impale yourself on his cock and then he'd been distracted with the sex toys. He was frustrated and it wasn't helped that his whole house was covered in the scent of your arousal. It seemed like you hadn't been able to calm down since he'd awoken it in you. But suddenly the scent got sharper and he strained his hearing a moment, hearing your heart beating faster and your breathing seemed off. His eyes narrowed as he stood, making his way out of his office. He really hadn't expected to walk into the living room to see you rubbing yourself against the armrest of the couch. He was more than amused by just how desperate you were but he felt a stab of annoyance that you'd try to pleasure yourself. If he was honest, he was more amused than angry but he wasn't about to let you know that.

"Does my little pet need some time in the closet?" He growled, stalking into the room slowly.

Your head snapped up, looking at him like a deer in headlights. He looked furious at you and simply hearing the word closet sent a cold shiver down your spine.

“I-I...” you didn’t really know what to say. He gripped your jaw roughly, eyes blazing as he loomed over you. 

"You disobeyed me, sweetheart. I told you only I could make you feel good and here you are, tryin' to do it yourself," he sneered, his face close to yours as his eyes glittered dangerously. 

“No it’s not me, it’s the couch! I’m not touching-,” you answered and winced at your boldness knowing you were gonna pay greatly for talking back at him.

Another growl rumbled in his chest. Just because things had progressed with the pair of you didn't mean he'd tolerate this behaviour. He snatched your wrist in a painful grip, dragging you upstairs behind him. 

“No, no, no, no-Not the closet, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you repeated over and over again as he dragged you closer and closer to his room. He didn't say anything at first as he tugged you into the bedroom and then he shoved you harshly on the bed. 

"Don't worry, not the closet," he smirked darkly, already knowing just what your punishment was going to be. He moved to grab some rope from a drawer before he moved back to you and tied your wrists together tightly. 

"You're gonna stay here and think about your behaviour," he muttered, shoving you so you lay on your back. Your lower lip wobbled and you nodded quickly. Anything would be better than the closet, anything.

"I'm goin' out. Maybe when I come back you can be a good girl," he huffed, giving you a very disappointed look before he moved away. He knew you didn't like it when he left, although usually if he had to leave you'd be in the closet. Sometimes if you'd been good he'd just lock his bedroom door with you inside, not trusting you enough to give you free reign of his house. 

You woke up startled and yanked automatically on your binds. You tried to shake off the sleep and figure out how long you had passed out for. You heard noises downstairs which made you frown because you didn’t usually hear him around the house. The noises became voices and confused you even more, he never brought anyone home. Billy led the girl up the stairs as her hands wandered his body. She was generically pretty. The kind of girl like the others that had been with you in Nevada. The kind he was bored of. It didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy her pussy though, especially when he was doing it to get at you. He opened his bedroom door, eyes darting to you on the bed as he smirked at you. The girl stopped dead as she walked into the room, eyes going to you, another girl who was tied up on his bed. 

He grasped her jaw with a deadly smirk.

"It's fine. You want her to watch," he grinned, using his compulsion on her. She softly murmured the words back with a nod, looking dazed for a moment before she relaxed. She went back to pawing at his body to get his clothes off and he chuckled, helping her out of her clothes. You hissed at the girl almost like a feral cat and tried to scoot away from her. You didn’t like this, you didn’t know what his plan was but something primal inside you really didn’t like it. Seeing him all over her like that, it made you...angry?

Both naked, Billy kissed the girl hungrily. His eyes weren't closed though, they were on you. The look on your face was priceless and it only made him more aroused. He shoved the girl to lay on the bed right next to you and he climbed on, between her legs.

“Why-What are you doing?” you asked with a panicked voice looking between the girl and him now a foot away from you on the same bed. He ignored you completely, wanting to get under your skin. He stroked his fingers through the girl's soaked folds and she moaned his name, writhing a little on the bed without a care as to you tied up next to her. He brought his slick covered fingers to his mouth then, his eyes connecting to yours as they danced with amusement. He sucked his fingers clean with a dramatic moan, a sly smirk on his lips. You yanked harder on the binds feeling a weird rage clawing at your chest, making your heart beat so loud you could hear it. Your face was a confused and angry one as you glared at him.

“Stop this,” you said, not enjoying it one bit.

He was so delightedly amused at you being angry that he didn't comment on you talking back like that. He could hear your heart thumping away and your face had an adorable little scowl on it. Was his little pet jealous? The thought almost made him moan. He fisted himself slowly for a moment before he pushed into the girl with a dirty moan, a pleasured gasp leaving her lips as her back arched. He wasted no time as he started fucking her hard and fast and the girl was gasping and moaning like a porn star as he did. You jerked back startled looking at their coupling and how easy he slid into her unlike earlier with you. You felt your entire face and neck flare up red hot and you growled yanking on the stupid binds again.

“Why are you doing this?!” you screamed again feeling angrier and more uncomfortable by the minute. You wanted to kick the girl off the bed but you couldn’t reach her. 

He laughed darkly, his eyes glued to you as he fucked the girl. He really enjoyed how upset you were getting. 

"See how well she's takin' my cock, sweetheart? Look at what a good girl she's bein' for me,'' he purred between his moans. He leaned closer to the girl, a hand winding around her throat as he squeezed it and a delighted moan left her lips as she arched up at him. He started absolutely railing into her, making the bed shake and hit the wall with each hard thrust. Her moans took over the room and bounced off the walls, his own joining hers as he got off on your reaction.

“But! But..Stop it! I don’t want her here, I don’t-” her moans cutting you off and making you so angry you screamed, kicking and yanking on the rope with such anger you didn’t understand.

He was close to release and his face changed, he made sure to give you a menacing look at your attitude before he leaned down to the girls neck. He bit into her throat with ease, moaning loudly as he started drinking from her. He wasn't a baby vampire. He had good self control. It was only around you when he didn't. He didn't trust himself to drink from you because you'd smelt sweeter than anything he'd ever had. There was something about you that brought out the most primal side to him. He drank from her as he fucked her, the girl more than enjoying herself as he did. You weren’t sure how you felt about her being fed on like that. It seemed to soothe the anger yet it replaced it with something like fear or guilt.

He moved back to kneel up, blood dripping at the corner of his mouth and his fangs still on display. The girl let out a keening moan as he started to rut into her like an animal, a tight grip on her hips as he growled and moaned. She came and tightened around him, sending him right over the edge with a guttural groan as he came hard inside of her.

“I hate you,” you said with a wavering voice and holding back the tears burning up in your eyes. You hated how the whole thing felt, how it confused you and made you feel awful. He laughed delightedly at your words. He hadn't expected you to get this upset about it. This jealous. He revelled in it. He basked in his high at finally feeling release and it had been fun having you here, toying with you. He pulled out of the girl who lay there looking blissful, a little delirious from blood loss as she made little mewling noises. He stood up, his face changing back to normal as he gave you a wicked grin.

"I'll make sure you go in the closet next time then," he smirked sinisterly at you.

“Wha...Why?” you had so many questions popping up inside your head. Why couldn’t you have that? Why did he fit so easily in her? Were you broken? Why did it bother you so much...

"I wanted to feel good but I couldn't do it with you because you'd been a naughty girl. I only make good girls feel good," he muttered, tutting at you like you were a small child being scolded. He glanced to the girl in his bed, still a little out of it and blissed out. He wondered what to do with her, if he'd kill her or not.

“So what, she’s your new toy now?” you said with a venomous voice and tried to kick her off his grasp again. You wanted her gone, you couldn’t stand the sight of her.

"At least she's a good girl for me," he sneered, eyes narrowing to slits dangerously at your tone. While he enjoyed the fact you were jealous without even realising it, your attitude was really starting to piss him off. The girl sat up then, swaying a little as she did as she blinked around slowly.

“Go away,” you said to her, still angry but behaving more after seeing the look he gave you at your last defiance. His eyes went from you to the girl, both amused and angry. He leaned down, his hands cupping her face and captured her lips in a lewd kiss just to piss you off. When he pulled away, she gave him a pretty smile but he felt no remorse as he twisted her head harshly, her neck giving a sickening crack as the life left her instantly. He let go and her body fell limp on the bed as he took a step back and he gave you a devilish smile, raising both his brows at you in amusement.

You scooted away from him so fast the headboard hit the wall. He killed her, he killed her in the blink of an eye. You stared at her without blinking trying to wrap your brain around all of it.

"What? You wanted her to go away, right? I only did what you wanted," he shrugged with a mocking smile. The guilt felt so wrong you heaved and looked away. Your words killed her, you killed her. You closed your eyes tightly shut and almost wished it’d have been the closet instead. He snorted, tilting his head as he looked at you and how you were reacting.

"Aw, what's wrong, sweetheart? Feel guilty?" He laughed teasingly, the notion of guilt so foreign to him now that it tickled him. He slowly moved over to your side of the bed, still naked. He stroked a hand through your hair before he gripped it roughly, yanking your head to make you look at the dead body on the bed. 

You looked at the girl lifeless and empty, her gaze missing this special spark all living things had. There was nobody behind them. You did this to her, your actions caused the chain of events that killed her.

"Never forget this could easily be you. You're still alive 'cause I want you to be. That can change," he growled in your ear with a sick smirk. He wanted to make sure you didn't forget your place. Just because he'd awoken your needy horny side didn't mean he was going to take it easy on you. He didn't appreciate this sudden attitude you had. You nodded, still staring at the very dead woman with a lot of mixed feelings. He let go of your hair with a shove, standing back up as he rolled his shoulder. He moved over to his drawers, putting on some sweats and a tee before he grabbed the shock collar and waltzed back over to you.

"You're gonna go bury her outside near the trees," he muttered as he untied you, snapping the collar in place around your neck. With how bad you'd been behaving, part of him really hoped he'd have the chance to use it on you.

The hole was halfway dug and your arms shook from exhaustion. You didn't dare stop for a break, too scared he'd snap your neck too. The poor girl was lying next to you and you kept looking at her as you dug her grave. You didn't understand why you felt so angry or why it felt like something twisting your insides and squeezing your heart seeing him with her. It was a weird feeling you didn't understand. You didn't understand your new connection to him, this new dynamic between the two of you. How you seemed to crave and enjoy his touch most of the time. He still scared you from time to time...he was after all a vampire.

Hours later you were very slowly making your way back inside. Your feet were dragging on the floor and you were covered with sweat and dirt. Your knees gave out halfway to the living room and you crawled the rest of the way to where he was sitting. He kept savoring his drink, staring at the flames in the fireplace when you sat at his feet. You rested your head on the side of his calf submissively and held onto his leg for your life. He smirked to himself at the state of you. Once again submissive and docile. He reached out and stroked your hair gently.

"I hope you're gonna be a good girl now. I'd hate for you to join her," he muttered ominously. He was still annoyed by your behaviour if he was honest but it seemed like maybe you'd learned your lesson.

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Don't Lose Your Head About It

Part 3/13 of Spooktober 2023

Thatch!DullahanXOC(Nikia)

Modern day AU

Warnings: Casual/nonfatal beheading, flirting, kidnapping, and attempted ritual sacrifice.

Word Count: 5,378

It was, in all honesty, a terrible habit of Thatch’s to lose his head after a party.

Or would it be to lose his body?

Either way, sometime during a fun, booze filled party, Thatch always ended up with his head in one place and his body somewhere else entirely. It was embarrassing but the hangover-laden game his family made to find both parts was kind of fun. It was hard for Thatch not to say he was grateful to be a Dullahan, given the many hilarious pranks he’s managed over the years. But then again, it was such a pain in the ass trying to figure out where the hell both halves were.

Of course, this time was different.

Thatch didn’t remember getting quite as drunk this time, but there was definitely a point where he stopped clearly remembering the night’s events. And waking up was disorientating as hell.

He was moving, for one.

Well, his head was moving at least. His body felt like it was on solid, familiar ground. By the distant sensation, he’d have to guess it was the carpet in the study but he could be wrong. A lot of the carpets in his father’s house felt the same. It didn’t help that he could barely feel it to begin with. The scratchy texture fuzzy and slow to register.

Almost like he was really far away from his body. And wrapped in cotton.

He could also barely move his body or his head. It was like dragging a spoon through a bowl of syrup. What could have been traffic blared around him. Maybe he was in a car?

There was a sudden screech and a great clash of metal. His head launching in an unforeseen direction as glass shattered.

Thatch’s face smashed into something and he distantly realized he must have gone through a window? Maybe?

But he wasn’t sure and the fabric around his head was too thick to tell.

It was cold though. And wet. And smelled like stale piss, which sucked ass cause it felt like he was nose first in a puddle of it. The assault to his senses doing his hangover no favors.

Thatch knows he passed out for a moment.

He came to colder than before despite his body being warm. The conflicting sensations making his head swim.

He swallowed hard, mouth dry and faintly nauseated.

“…ello? Hello? Is anyone there?” Thatch called out, his voice echoing in his ears due to the fabric. He felt more aware of his surroundings now, but still oddly numb. “A little help here, guys! This isn’t funny, c’mon!”

There was the sound of soft footsteps that paused suddenly.

“…Is someone there?” A soft voice called out hesitantly, sounding a little perturbed. He didn’t recognize them, but it was hard to think at the moment. Their voice sounded a bit low and sweet. Faintly feminine?

“Here! Somewhere, at least—Sorry, I can’t see. Just follow my voice!” Thatch sighed, resolving to lay off the drink for a while. He heard them getting closer.

“The bag? Uhhhh… are you?” They seemed to hesitate before he felt the fabric pull around his face. Light filtering in as what was apparently a bag opened up. “A-Ahhh?!? Ah?!? Are you okay?!? Where—where’s the rest?! Is there a—Are you cursed???”

Thatch blinked, eyes focusing up at his unexpected savior.

A soft, pale face with red cheeks and nose from the cold air. Pale grayish-blue eyes wide behind large glasses that fogged up from her breath. Scarf tucked up over her chin and under the collar of a large black coat. Blue curls tangling around her chin with thin teal braids dangling down her front. She was squatting down carefully to avoid sitting on the filthy ground and Thatch didn’t blame her—it smelled damn foul and he felt gross laying it it.

She was quite startled—understandably so considering she just opened up a bag in an alleyway to find a head.

“It’s okay! I’ve just gotten a little… misplaced is all. I’m Thatch, a Dullahan. Can you tell me where I am?” Thatch asked kindly. She blinked, her expression pinched just a little.

“Oh. W-Well, you’re in Dovetown. Downtown Dovetown, to be specific.” She informed him, grimacing a little as she picked open the bag a little more.

“Dovetown?! That’s… I think a bit over two hours away from my house! How the hell—never mind! Listen, I hate to ask but could you… pick me up? I’ll try and let my brothers know where I am but it’ll take a while for them to find me.” Thatch winced, hating that he was asking for help like this instead of something more pleasant. Certainly not his preferred way to meet a pretty woman.

“Of course! Would you like to stay at my place until they get here? I’d feel awful just… leaving you in a coffee shop or something.” Her hands twitched in the open air, fingertips a rosy hue from the cold as she hesitated. “Sorry, I’ve never had to… pick up someone’s head before. My name is Nikia, by the way—oh, wait!”

Nikia leaned back, opening her jacket to remove her scarf and arrange it on her lap in a pile. The blue fabric pooling into a nest shape. She looked back at him and grimaced, hesitating before touching him. He could feel the chill from her hands before she gently cradled his cheeks, palms surprisingly warm as she lifted him free from the bag and placed his head in her lap.

She picked at the fabric for a moment until he was a little more cozy.

It was certainly sweeter than anything his brother’s had ever done when he’d gotten separated from his body.

He once scared Marco so bad his head was punted clear over the back fence and into a patch of bushes. His nose had to be bandaged for a week—Marco refusing to treat it for scaring the shit out of him. Thatch almost deserved that one but still.

Thatch realized he could feel his body much more clearly now.

“Thank you—what? What kind of bag was I in?” Thatch asked in concern. Nikia looked past him and leaned forward to pick it up for an inspection.

Thatch was man enough to admit he didn’t mind at all when he was temporarily blinded by the soft warmth of her chest. A shape unmistakable even through her thick sweater, jacket open just enough to afford him this unique position. He avoided commenting on it though, not wanting to make this more awkward. Her perfume smelled nice, though. Floral and soft.

Nikia still noticed his mild predicament, quickly leaning back with a black bag in her hands and a grimace.

“S-Shit! Sorry—thought I had more room, uh… Anyway! This bag looks expensive!” Nikia blurted out, lifting it up with a strange expression. She picked at the fabric. “Magic runes stitched in with some kind of thread. Not normal thread at least. Looks like silver and smells like… well, piss honestly, but also herbs? Who’d you piss off to be put in a magic-blocking bag, Thatch?”

Thatch frowned.

“I’ve definitely stepped on some toes, mostly family, but nothing to earn that. This probably isn’t good.” Thatch mused. Nikia nodded, carefully folding it up and putting it in her pocket. “My family does have enemies but I was at a party last night. For someone to take my head without anyone else noticing… definitely not good.” Thatch confirmed.

“Then we should probably go. I doubt they meant to leave you here… were you in a car? It’s just, there was an accident an hour ago just over there.” Nikia asked. Thatch nodded carefully, not intending to roll off her thighs into the filthy alleyway.

While he was at it, he sat up and cautiously searched for a door. Making sure to knock on walls so alert anyone nearby that he was currently headless.

“Well then, uhm… I… I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to have to put you in either my bag—which has a lot of groceries in it—or my… jacket. If you’ve been stolen like this bag suggests I don’t think you want them to know you’ve been found until your folks get here.” Nikia pulled a backpack off her shoulders and opened it, the two of them grimacing when plastic bags burst out.

“I don’t have any complaints, it’s cold as shit out here, but if you’re not comfortable maybe you can take out some bags and fit me in there?” Thatch offered, not wanting to leap to the arguably more comfortable though pervy option for someone that’s possibly risking themselves for his safety.

Nikia huffed.

“I would, but if they’re already here and searching they’d have seen me not carrying bags… Try not to talk until I get home, alright?” Nikia asked softly, flushed from embarrassment and the cold.

“Of course—and thank you! I know this is a little weird.” Thatch apologized.

Carefully, Nikia opened her jacket more and pulled him in. Contrary to what he assumed at first, she didn’t put him up on her chest. It was a little silly, now that he thought about it. There was no way his whole head would fit there and zip up to hide him. Instead, she bundled him up over her stomach, using her hands in her pockets to hold him in place. It was much warmer though dark, making it easy to focus on alerting his family to his predicament.

She stood up and casually walked away from the alley.

Thatch found a door and opened it, knocking on the walls as he tried to figure out where in his father’s house he was. After a couple of minutes, hands brushed his shoulders, down to his arms. A firm but gentle finger moved over his palm.

“It’s Ace, how drunk did you get?” Ace spelled onto his open palm. Thatch signed back.

“Not that drunk. Someone took my head and put it in a magic-blocking bag. I was found by a nice girl in downtown Dovetown. I think whoever did it got in a car crash. She’s taking me to her place until you guys can come get me.”

Ace’s hand was hotter than before.

“Who?” He aggressively spelled before grabbing his hand and leading Thatch elsewhere with fast steps. Thatch nearly tripped, distracted from following Ace by the sound of an elevator. Thatch could feel Ace’s voice vibrating along his arm—he must’ve been pissed.

“Are you safe?” Someone grabbed his hand and spelled out. The finger felt thin and calloused. Marco.

“Yes, I think she just got to her apartment. She snuck me in, in case whoever did it was looking.” Thatch pulled away his hand and signed. Thatch heard keys and felt the support under his head lessen before a door opened. His hand was gently grabbed and he felt her move around, likely dropping off her bag, before the zipper went down.

His bubble of warm air dispersed and he was carefully pulled free. Nikia set him down on a marble countertop. The apartment was pretty nice, a fair amount of clutter on the shelves and other surfaces. Not overly neat but contained.

Thatch turned to find her removing her coat and putting away her groceries. He felt a little scandalized at how little ingredients she had in her fridge and cupboards, though he acknowledged that it was mostly because he always cooked. By all appearances, she never did.

“Well, do I need to call someone or have you somehow managed to tell them where you are?” She asked, putting away some fruit. At least her diet wasn’t completely ramen and chips.

“I have, though an address would be helpful.” Thatch smiled. She paused, wincing.

“Ah… let me find mail. I never remember it right.” Nikia looked around and plucked a letter, sliding it over for him to see.

Thatch dutifully let Marco know her address. He felt Marco write on his hand.

“We’ll be there in about two hours, depending on the traffic. Stay where you are.”

Once his attention was back to his head, Thatch realized Nikia was looking at him. Her expression was a little weird. Slightly awkward and concerned, brows pinched as she chewed on her lip.

“What?” He asked. “Do I have something on my face?”

She looked back at him and nodded with a small grimace.

“Yeah… I didn’t want to say anything but you’ve got a few light cuts and—I’m not sure what was in that alley but I don’t think you want that on you any longer than it has to be.” Nikia explained delicately. “I can clean you up but it feels rude?”

Thatch hissed, suddenly aware that he could still smell stale piss and garbage over her soft perfume.

“Oh!” Thatch grimaced. It was kind of rude to handle a Dullahan’s head if you didn’t know them well. But that was generally without permission, and given his current state, he didn’t mind. “Please do—I am so sorry about this, really.”

“Okay, let me wet a rag to get the worst of it off.” Nikia smiled. Thatch felt his body being guided into a car.

She returned with a warm, wet rag and some disinfectant. She crouched down a little and gently wiped his face clean. Thatch felt fairly touched at how attentive she was to him, soft hands barely brushing his skin she was being so careful. He could feel the small cuts on his face, likely from being launched out of a car. It stung to have them cleaned up, but given how filthy the alley was, he didn’t argue.

“Thanks, I feel better already!” Thatch grinned and winked, “Not everyday I get such a cute nurse!”

She snorted, tossing the dirty rag in the sink.

“Don’t get too excited. You still smell. Nothing I can do about the hair, knowing our luck my hands would slip and I’d end up waterboarding you.” She mused. Thatch gasped, horrified.

“My hair?! What’s wrong with my hair?!” He jerked his head to try and look but failed. Thinking on it, it didn’t feel like his usual pompadour. There seemed to be strands over his face.

“Well, it’s kind of gross right now. You were in a bag for a few hours at least so whatever style you had it in is gone. Very… messy.” Nikia tapped his nose, her smile particularly toothy. “But you’re still pretty cute, I guess.” She cackled softly at his misfortune. Despite himself, Thatch smiled back.

“Only cute? I’m a man, you know. I’m supposed to be ‘ruggedly handsome’.” Thatch whined, delighted when her smile grew despite the flush on her cheeks. “Have some mercy now, my pride can’t take much more!” he jokingly wailed, trying to not also throw his hands up and accidentally smack someone. Or distract what was likely Marco from driving safely.

“Oh, I guess we can’t have that, now can we? Hmmm… I suppose ‘ruggedly handsome’ isn’t too bad of a description. Fits your scruffy look well enough. But I find your smile more charming. Really lights up your eyes, they’re very beautiful, anyone ever tell you that?” She smirked, gray eyes shifting to a vivid blue like the autumn sky. “Now that your ego is sufficiently fluffed, how’s some tv sound? We’ve got… a bit over an hour and a half left until your folks get here.”

Thatch felt his heart thump hard in his chest, very pleased at the return fire.

“Sure.” His voice was faint. Oh, he was absolutely in trouble, and it had nothing to do with his current displacement.

He watched as she placed pillows on her couch to help prop him up without rolling away and they both enjoyed the quiet company.

Without meaning to, he signed to his brothers.

“This is the worst. I’m just a head and my hair’s a mess, how am I supposed to get her number like this?” Thatch wished he was a little closer to her but refrained from commenting on it.

There was another gentle tug and his hand was pulled open by Ace.

“Marco says, ‘what happened to being able to charm anyone you wanted’? I agree, you talk a big game but now you can’t chat your way into her contacts? Such a shame, Thatch. Guess you’re all talk. Or less than that!” Ace flicked his palm jokingly and Thatch blindly smacked at his hand.

There was a knock at the door, startling them both. Thatch looked at Nikia’s confused expression. His brother’s certainly weren’t here yet.

She gave him a cautious glance and got up to answer the door.

“Hello—what the hell!?” Nikia yelped, the door slamming open and heavy footsteps pounding into the apartment.

Horrified, Thatch saw a tall, masked man start searching the apartment. He signed to his brothers as he was spotted.

“Found him—let’s get going, the boss is pissed enough as it is!”

“Hey!”

Thatch was roughly picked up by his hair and saw Nikia being held back by her arms, lifted up as her legs kicked furiously.

“What about her?”

“Leave her alone, she’s got nothing to do with this!” Thatch barked, “Who the hell are you guys?!”

“Eh, take her. Maybe boss’ll use her too. Sacrificial rituals don’t mind extras, do they?” He laughed, dropping Thatch into a bag. Instantly, his body fell limp and like it was surrounded by cotton. Magic.

He faintly heard someone getting hit and Nikia fall silent.

Thatch still desperately signed as he listened to them being taken from the apartment building. Clumsily describing the directions and any hint as to where they were.

For the second time in a single day, Thatch was being blindly transported by a car against his will. And unfortunately he’s gotten Nikia mixed up in this mess as well.

They came to a stop in an area with the faint sounds of construction. Sliding doors opening with soft grinds and he was unceremoniously tossed.

Thankfully, he was caught before slamming into the ground for a second time.

“Zehehehehe~ Took you long enough!” Thatch’s heart froze, his stomach dropping.

“Teach?” Thatch asked, hands signing at the same time. “Is this a prank?! What kind of shit are you pulling?!”

There was a pause.

“Ah, shit. Thought they’d knocked you out too. Sorry, Thatch. It’s nothing personal. But I finally got my hands on the ritual, you see, and it’s the damndest thing!” The bag opened a little, Teach grinning down at him with his checkerboard smile. “Calls for a ‘Dullahan head’! All I need and finally, power is mine! Who’s your friend? You always did have a way of charming people, zehahaha!”

“We’re on the way!” Ace spelled after grabbing his hand, fingers almost burning hot. The bag was closed back up and Teach walked off.

“Eh, put her in a chair. If she wakes up, she can watch. The ritual doesn’t call for anything else but maybe the demon will want dessert?” Teach jeered, dropping Thatch out of the bag and into a bowl. He could just barely see over the sides. Chalk circles, lines, and symbols were all around him. Small piles and bowls at various points.

The warehouse was mostly dim, lit far above with yellowed lights. Dust floating around the space between walls of shipping crates. Outside of the ritual circle, a folding chair was put out and Nikia placed roughly on. Hands tied behind her back as her head hung down. Still out.

If things went south, he hoped it stayed that way. He didn’t want her to see this.

“Almost there, we’re five minutes out from the shipyard. Less—Marco’s speeding. It’s the only place with warehouses near downtown.” Ace informed him. “Try and buy us time.”

“What power, Teach! What’s worth the risk of pissing off our entire family—betraying them like this?!” Thatch demanded. Teach looked up from a massive grimoire. He grinned sharply.

“The kind of power that would knock even pops out of the sky, Thatch.” Teach replied simply. “I’ve been looking for damn near two decades—it’s actually a bit emotional for me to finally have it in my hands, you know. Shame it needs this but you’re the only Dullahan I know so…” He shrugged.

“The promise of power and you fold like wet paper? For a demon’s bargain, Teach?! You know the price is never what you think it will be!” Thatch shouted, a soft groan bringing his attention to Nikia as she sat up with a grimace.

“…ow? What the hell, man?” She squinted, glasses askew. “A demonic ritual? Really?” She wrinkled her nose and jerked her head, trying to right her glasses with minimal success. Teach laughed.

“Neither of you have vision like I do!” Teach scoffed.

“You know they’re on the way, right? His folks?” Nikia asked softly. “Power like that needs practice or it’ll burn you alive—especially if you don’t already have anything like it. Can you really afford to do this right now?” she looked at him, sparing Thatch only a brief glance.

Teach looked a little spooked, apparently unaware that Thatch had already managed to contact their—his—family.

“All the more reason to do this now. You know how rare Dullahan’s are around here?” Teach clicked his tongue. Nikia looked oddly thoughtful.

Something passed over her face and she leaned back, smiling sweetly with a bit too much teeth. The room felt colder, like she brushed her frigid hands over his cheeks.

“Oh, in that case, I hope you don’t mind if I make myself more comfortable.” Nikia seemed to coo, rolling her shoulders and pulling her hands free. They both looked at her in confusion, glancing to the hired goons who were equally confused.

“Don’t look at us, boss! I tied the knots tight!”

Teach laughed, slightly nervous as Nikia kept smiling, fixing her glasses before neatly folding her hands in her lap.

“What’s the matter? Having a hard time coming up with a good idea?” Nikia asked in a voice that, despite sounding sweet, implied more malice than he thought possible.

“And what are you, exactly? You’re definitely not human!” Teach accused.

Nikia laughed sharply, eyes a luminous blue in the dim light. There was a shift in the air, almost like dust was settling in place around her. Spread out like wings.

“Not exactly wrong.” She conceded with a smile. “My family line hasn’t been totally human in generations.”

“An angel then?” Teach hissed.

“Pft!” Nikia snorted in amusement, touching her lips in an effort to hide her smile. “An angel? How sweet of you to say! But no, I’m sure I’d be much more unsettling if I was. Not too far off though. Still no inspiration, love?” the endearment rolled off her tongue like an insult.

“Tell me what you are before I add your head!” Teach bristled, never one to handle being outmatched well.

“A friend of the arts. If poetry is a river, I am the source. A bolt in the blue to the philosopher, enigma to the dull. You know me, Thatch. Teach. Patrons of arts yourselves—cooking and theatre. My kind have inspired for generations and been companions of gods.” Nikia chuckled. “Though I am of a far more humble stock than those lofty sources, you’ve still felt my gift before. I know it.”

“…a muse.” Thatch whispered in shock. He knew there were some around. Usually living large in centers of entertainment or whatever. A hefty price tag to even speak to them.

Teach whipped his head to Thatch and back to Nikia.

“A muse?! You’re a muse?!” She laughed and nodded. Thatch felt his body jerk to a stop and be pulled from the car.

“An ‘every day’ muse, as it were. I’m not inspiring the next great artist or anything, but I do inspire your next unexpected favorite recipe or the lie that saves your ass. And I’m afraid you just don’t have my blessing, Teach. Good luck working on the fly when you’re dry of any ideas.” Nikia laughed darkly. “And I think you’ll need that very soon~”

There was a scream outside, a howl ripping through the air and Thatch grinned at Teach’s pale face.

Now, Thatch knew, without Nikia fucking with the room, Teach would have probably started the ritual already. In theory, he might have just enough time to do it, depending on how long the chanting was. But it was too late now, the man clearly frozen as his mind raced to think of a solution. Failing to adapt despite hiding his true intentions for years. Something that had to be accomplished with quick thinking.

Ah. That’s right, she said Teach was a patron of theatre. And he’s lied to everyone this whole time. Makes sense.

The door slammed open with a snarl and wave of fire.

“TEACH!” Ace bellowed, partially transformed, flames popping off his skin and face partially blackened. Hellhound fangs bared as he hunched over, transformation rushing forward until a massive, bipedal hellhound stood with black fur streaked with strawberry blond along his spine. Blue flames billowing over him as Marco flew in, pulling Thatch’s body with him in sharp, golden talons.

In comparison, it was a little hilarious how ordinary Thatch looked… or his body at least. The stump where his head would usually be puffing black smoke but otherwise just a fairly fit man in rumpled clothes. Now close to his body, Thatch navigated the odd perspective with practiced ease, rushing over to pick up his head as Teach flailed. Trying to avoid being gored by Ace and Marco working in deadly tandem. He sputtered, trying to say something to cover his ass, but it was for nothing.

Panic making him stumble just as much as his words despite being fairly adept in fighting. But Thatch wasn’t worried about Teach anymore. His hands carefully scooping up his head and putting it in place. Smoke puffing out as the seam sealed back up nearly flawlessly.

It felt good to be reunited with his body. Spine tingling as he properly reconnected. When he was certain he wouldn’t get dizzy and stumble, Thatch ran over to Nikia, confident his brothers could handle the rest.

“Nikia! Are you alright?” Thatch asked, kneeling down and looking at her closely, his palms cupping her cheeks. Worried about the blow to her head and if there were other, adverse effects. He wasn’t familiar with muses, in all honesty, so it was possibly actively using her powers did something to her. Her face was a little bruised and her skin paler than before, but otherwise she seemed okay, much to his relief. A bit cold in just a sweater and jeans, thin socks doing her no favors against the cold concrete. She smiled, shoulders drooping as she relaxed from the cocky, aloof pose she perfectly distracted Teach with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Funny thing about muses, you can’t really contain them, you know?” Nikia chuckled. Thatch laughed. There was a scream behind him but it sounded like Teach so he elected to ignore it.

“Right. Trying to bottle inspiration never works, does it?” Thatch considered. “You’re cold though, aren’t you? Here, it’s not much but…” Thatch shrugged off his jacket and she smiled, accepting the thin chef’s jacket.

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, soft lips lingering briefly, much to his enjoyment. His body suffused with warmth at the sweet gesture as he put his arms around her shoulders. Offering another counter to the chill in the warehouse.

“Welp! We’re all wrapped up here!” Ace bounded over with a wide smile. “Thanks for helping Thatch out! I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t picked him up. Say! Did you, perhaps, give him your number?” Ace asked innocently.

“Smooth. Real smooth, Ace.” Marco chided, dragging Teach behind him.

“What! You heard him going on—”

“ANYWAY! Let’s! Get you home!” Thatch interrupted loudly, Nikia laughing at his misery as he helped her up. She stepped delicately, sticking close to him as she shivered. “Is getting cold easily a muse thing?”

She shook her head.

“No. Just me.” Nikia scowled, clambering into the car as Marco tossed Teach into the back carelessly. “So is he… going to jail or something? Pretty sure unauthorized demonic rituals carry a fine at least.” Ace snorted, now mostly human, though his eyes were still burning hot.

“Pops is going to take care of him. Our family is a bit… different. Besides, he’ll need to make sure that Teach hasn’t done anything else and covered it up.”

“Oh. So you’re in a gang.” Nikia commented breezily. “Do ya’ll do the concrete shoes these days or is that like, a quaint, niche thing?”

“We are not in a gang!” Thatch yelped. “We’re a family!”

“Ah. So the mob. Sorry, I’m not familiar with the difference. Going to make him an offer he can’t refuse?” Nikia grinned wide, flashing her teeth at Thatch with an amused expression.

“I think Thatch might have an offer you can’t refuse~” Ace mused, Thatch leaning forward to slap the back of his head. “Ow! I’m trying to help!”

“Stop helping!”

Nikia cackled loudly, Marco grinning at him through the rearview mirror.

Despite Ace’s attempts to embarrass him, Thatch did get her number. Something that only earned him more teasing when they returned home so their father could decide Teach’s punishment.

“What’s the matter, Thatch? I thought you’d be thrilled that you could get her number even though you were just a head the entire time… and you got her kidnapped and almost involved in a demonic ritual. And then she asked if you were part of the mafia.” Ace paused, hopping out of the car with a contemplative expression. “Wow. What a shit first date. Maybe you actually aren’t that good with women? Yikes. RIP dude.”

Marco abruptly dropped Teach onto the ground, wheezing with laughter. Their father watching fondly from the porch, laughing as Thatch slammed his head onto the side of the car.

“You guys made a four hour round trip to save me from being a demonic sacrifice, but somehow I feel less loved than when I was told I smell like stale piss.” Thatch whined and resolved to make the most bitter food for dinner tonight—Ace hated bitter food. And so did Marco, they both got to suffer. Best idea he’d had all day.

“Was this before or after she was taken from her home and held captive in a warehouse for you?” Ace smirked, dodging Thatch’s attempt to pop the back of his head again. “No wonder the poor lady thought we were involved in organized crime.”

“I don’t think the pyromaniac and a chronic thief has room to talk about being a criminal. How often did you dine and dash as a kid again?” Thatch snarked, throwing his hands into the air when his remark was laughed off, smiling to himself as he headed inside.

Not a day later, he was making a large dinner at his father’s house, toying with the idea of making a private meal for Nikia. Just the two of them. Despite Teach being well taken care of, most of his family very reluctant to let him out of their sight. But he thought he could manage to slip free for a date.

Ah. A nice roast is a great idea! It takes hours to make even if I prep ahead of time, so I’ve got a great excuse to hang around. With homemade bread and—Thatch paused. Belatedly realizing that he’s been doing that a lot lately. Coming up with new recipes and such to try. Broadening his already wide horizons.

…Finding new favorite recipes.

Thatch grinned, taking out his phone and shooting her a text, asking if he could make her dinner tomorrow. He knew what the answer would be though.

His phone played a jaunty little tune and he looked, flush with anticipation.

“I’d love to see you again!”

After all, it’s not every day you’re kissed by a muse.

#one piece #spooktober 2023 #thatch one piece #thatch X OC #OC Nikia

[sapphire-weapon]

So I don't know if this is usually what you enjoy writing, because I'm a sucker for lonely angst, I'm prompting a (very short, as you said) fic (or imagine, maybe just a hc if it's easier?) about how Leon copes with his soul burning loneliness, especially when it's lit up by so many disappointments and failed expectations. He's a sad man, my poor heart, but also fuck the content is SO good, lmao. Sorry Leon, I'm giving you an actoss-the-universes hug though!

We know he drinks like a fish, but what does he actually say to himself?

Anon, have you seen my AO3? That's my favorite thing to write, actually (other than porn lmao).

Decided to set this just before Vendetta, when he first checks into his hotel in the middle of nowhere. I got the sense that, when Chris and Rebecca found him, it wasn't day one of his vacation; he was in the middle of it.

Remember that this was written mostly on my phone while at work, so it's not my best prose ever, but I hope u enjoy all the same.

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It was raining.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise to Leon -- rain out in the middle of nowhere in Colorado -- so, maybe "surprising" wasn't the best word. Unbelievable, perhaps. Ironic in a way that was either cosmic or poetic -- he could never really remember the differences between either one. It was like something out of a bad movie, where the weather was set up to match the protagonist's mood.

Though, he knew better to think of himself as "the protagonist" anymore. Even within the context of his own life, he was hardly the main character. He hadn't been for years.

The rain reached out towards him in varying intervals -- sometimes as a quiet patter rapping on the glass of his hotel room window. Other times, a silent wind carried it over with more force. Water scattered against the pane almost horizontally, as if trying actively to cut through and break in. Leon pulled up a chair and simply watched it, a half-filled whiskey glass dangling idly from the tips of his fingers all the while.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, actually. It had been raining back then, too -- on the night he'd come as close to dying as he'd ever been.

In fact, if the CIA hadn't had his gun confiscated, he would have died.

Leon's resilience and aptitude for survival was damn near mythical among the ranks of government officials and military officers who had the clearance to know who he actually was. What they didn't know was that all of it could come undone in a matter of seconds; a villain lurked just out of sight, lying in wait as a constant threat. A villain who had almost won that night, if only he'd been armed.

There was truly no greater threat to the legend that was Leon Kennedy than himself.

"Hard to believe it's been seventeen whole years," he said aloud to no one.

He raised the glass to his lips and intended to just to just take a sip -- but he quickly thought better of it, threw his head back, and took the whole glass's worth of liquor like a giant shot.

It was the first drink of many, he already knew.

With a soft clink, he set the now-empty glass on the table beside him and turned his attention back to the window. Pale, cold light from the street lamps outside flickered beneath the oppressive downpour of rain, as though threatening to go out.

It was quiet. Aside from the rain, the world seemed almost dead just beyond these walls. There were no people about on the sidewalks, no cars in the street. The normal sights and sound of a busy city that Leon had become so completely used to in his adult life were now nowhere to be found. If he were of a mind to, it'd be easy to close his eyes and convince himself that he was the only person left alive on earth.

That had been the point, originally -- to get away from the constant movement and noise and chaos that was his life -- to find somewhere where he could be away from people, from expectation. That was what he'd wanted, and it was what he'd found here in this tiny little town.

But now that he was here and he was living it, he wasn't so sure that he wanted it after all.

"Story of my life," he murmured softly to himself -- and then immediately regretted it, loathing the sound of his own voice in this empty room.

It was a bad habit that he couldn't quite remember when he'd developed. No one ever listened to him anyway, so he made it a point to speak when no one could actually hear. In some twisted way, it made him feel less alone -- most times, at least. But not tonight.

Tonight, he didn't want to hear it from himself. He was so tired of himself -- of what he was doing, of the life he was living, of the person he'd become and of the personality that he'd developed.

He reached over and grabbed the bottle of whiskey he'd had set out on the table by the neck, screwing off the top using only his thumb and forefinger. He was careful to place it gently on the tabletop as soon as it sprang free from its rails, and he was just as quick to grab the bottle and refill the glass.

A gust of wind sent a spray of rainwater splashing hard against the window at an upwards angle. It caught Leon's attention only briefly from the corner of his eye, and he flicked his gaze in that direction for only a second before he refocused on what he was doing.

It was a hell of a thing, to be so sick and tired of himself. Tired of the way he thought about things, tired of his own interpretations of people and events, tired of the words he used and the habits he'd developed. He could remember being 20 and wondering at where he'd actually be in ten years, and it looked nothing like where he'd ended up.

At 21, he didn't expect to live long enough to see that ten-year mark hit. He didn't expect to see age 25, even. He didn't particularly want to, either.

But 25 came and went. Then 30. Then 35. And somehow, he was still here, now at 37, and nothing in his life had changed. He may as well have still been 21, if not for the fact that his cynicism had grown alongside his age, and his body had struggled to keep up with both.

Not that he was particularly helping it at all. He'd been doing well for a while -- taking care of himself, staying on top of his fitness, keeping a routine.

But a few dozen friends turned corpses made quick work of that little bit of progress, and now he was holed up in a shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere at the dead of night, using whiskey to top off (and soon exceed) his recommended caloric intake for the day.

He just didn't see the point anymore. What was the point of keeping himself in peak physical condition, if people were going to die under his watch no matter what shape he was in or how hard he fought? What was the point of trying to get close to anyone if he couldn't even stand to be around himself most days?

It was a question with no good answer, and he hated to think about it, besides. Thinking about it would start a horrible spiral of connecting thoughts regarding the transience of time and the fleeting nature of human existence, culminating in the grim reality of what was waiting for him back home once his too-short vacation was over.

Back when he was 20 and wondering where his life would end up, those were concepts he'd never even thought to consider, much less contemplate in such great detail that he fell out of time and space in the midst of a self-inflicted existential crisis.

Settling back against his seat and slouching down the slightest bit, Leon breathed out a heavy breath through his nose. Outside, he could see the faintest silhouettes of treetops scratching against the night's sky. Shadows danced across the leaves as the cold yellow light from the streetlamps got trapped between the boughs and disappeared into the void behind the bark.

Still, the world outside was quiet. Still, the area remained devoid of human life.

Leon took a sip of his drink and glanced over to the table to his left. He hadn't brought much with him. That was kind of the point. His bike's leather saddlebag sat unopened at the far end of the tabletop, leaving only two things within reach: the whiskey bottle and his gun.

It was on his gun that his attention lingered.

Slowly, absently, he pulled his whiskey glass from his lips and settled the base of it against the top of his right thigh. Somehow, he always ended up here -- in a staredown with his own weapon, acknowledging the grim reality that, one day, he was going to use it. One day, he'd do more than just look at it and feel the weight of inevitability settle down against his chest like a weighted blanket.

One day, it wouldn't even be a conscious thought in his mind; his thoughts would be blank and his body numb, and the act of shooting himself would come almost as second nature -- instinctual, even.

He knew that, because that was how he'd felt that night so, so many years ago. There was no question of "if" or "should." It was "I will" -- followed by the realization "I can't" and all of the horrible ugliness that came with feeling that he was so completely incompetent and worthless that he couldn't even kill himself properly.

The next time "I will" came to him, there'd be no one there to stop him. No one to take his weapon. And he will.

Leon took another sip of his whiskey and turned his attention back to the window. The incandescent lights in his hotel room flickered briefly, but they refused to give out beneath the force of the storm just yet -- though, it was probably just a matter of time.

And when that time came, he would welcome the darkness.

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #my writing

[mediocre-daydreams]

(ch. 3) wild heart | bucky barnes x reader

sound of your loneliness

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: you’ve never felt “home” before, but the avengers have made you feel more welcome than you’ve felt your entire life. all the avengers... except bucky. perhaps you’re getting your hopes up—maybe you don’t deserve a home, not when you’ve spent your life running away from the problems you’ve created. maybe bucky’s right to not welcome you here.

warnings: swearing, low self esteem, allusions to canon level violence (winter soldier stuff), self-hatred

w/c: 1.7k

now here you go again, you say you want your freedom

well, who am i to keep you down?

it’s only right that you should play the way you feel it

but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness

as much as you were thankful for happy’s speedy delivery of your personal belongings, you were also a little peeved at his inconvenient timing. really? you arrive at 10:45PM with the bare bones? please, i could’ve moved in faster with a U-haul on my own.

money can’t buy efficiency, you supposed. why did tony think it was a good idea to send happy in his usual limo to help you move from your suspiciously cheap flat to the compound? dear god, does anyone in this building still have common sense? or are they already used to an AI in-house maid, magical powers, and billions of dollars at their disposal?

on the plus side, having two super soldiers just a few doors down from your new room made the move-in process a lot faster. thank god for the serum, because it would’ve taken you at least a few hours to get your boxes from the car, to the elevator, down the hall, and into your room. (and if you were being realistic, there was no way happy was going to be of much help.) steve was an angel, offering to walk you down to the ground level and insisted that he do most of the heavy lifting. you ended up taking three boxes of clothing and a couple kick-knacks in total; steve could carry four boxes at a time and he ended up carrying a good third of the plants (four hanging plant pots dangling off his forearms, two on each, and another pressed tightly to his chest. you grabbed two small pots in each hand and took the elevator up, the two of you laughing at the obvious disparity in move-in capability).

wanda was kind enough to levitate most of the larger plants to your room so that the leaves and winding tresses of stems wouldn’t drag on the floor or snag somewhere, and through natasha’s drowsy yawns, she could stack two boxes on top of each other and carry them with ease. you appreciated it, you really did, but watching the “defenders of earth” help you with a task that would be daunting for any normal person made your heart pang—it was so easy for them. the common area had basically been deserted upon happy’s arrival; clint had left early to check on his family, tony had gone to tuck morgan in, and bruce went to lock down the lab. but bucky? he didn’t have anything else he could be doing; yet, he wasn’t there. it wasn’t as if you wanted him in particular, or that you thought he should be obligated to help you, but his standoffish behavior at game night and the continual brief but awkward encounters throughout the day worried you.

you shook your head as wanda, natasha, and steve brought in the last of your belongings. steve wiped his hands on his pajamas and wanda cracked her fingers while natasha stretched out like a cat—it was evident that they were all tired.

“hey, thanks so much for helping me move in,” you kept your voice low to not disturb the other avengers. “i mean it. today has been… well…” you chuckled, a sardonic smile taking over your face. “you get what i mean. and i’ve never had people welcome me the way you all have, and god, i don’t know how i can thank you enough.” you tucked your hands under your arms, smiling softly at the three avengers by your doorway, who watched you affectionately.

“there’s nothing to thank us for. you’ve been nothing but a gem since you’ve arrived here; i swear, the last time i lived a day without sam and bucky’s bickering was probably… before bucky moved in.” wanda tilted her head towards natasha. “your yawns are making me yawn,” she huffed. hooking her arm with natasha’s she bid you and steve goodnight as she dragged the redhead down to their respective bedrooms.

steve lingered in your doorway a little longer. “i know wanda was teasing, but she does have a point, you know. bucky’s… let’s just say he’s not the biggest fan of strangers.” steve’s voice was quiet as he spoke about his friend, taking a peek over his shoulder to make sure bucky wasn’t listening to him. “but he doesn’t seem as wary as you, and i think that says something. i trust you because of that.” steve smiled, sending a reassuring warmth through your body.

“thanks, steve.”

“i’m just telling the truth. and i know he’s been a bit off today, but i think he needs time to adjust to a new presence around. it’s nothing personal, don’t worry. the rest of us—bucky too—are happy that you’re here.” steve took a final look around your room before nodding and wishing you a final goodnight. and then it was just you left, alone in your room.

you sighed, inspecting the junk covering your floor. you weren’t even going to bother with unpacking right now. thankfully, tony had prepared basic hygienic items, and you showered and brushed your teeth, still feeling like you were in a foreign hotel. it would take a while for this place to feel like home. home had always been uncertain, and you’d never bothered to settle into a place long enough for it to feel like home. you weren’t sure if your heart could handle another place of residency ripped away from you as soon as you dared to trust it enough to call it home.

for a so-called standard room, you felt luxurious. you wondered if it was because you’d been living in a shitty apartment or if this was just the bare-bones billionaire lifestyle. and for the umpteenth time today, you learned that money cannot always buy you what you need—this thousand-dollar mattress, 400 thread count egyptian cotton bed sheets, and matching goose down pillows and comforters could not stop your incessant tossing and turning.

unbeknownst to you, bucky was very much aware of every frustrated sigh and heavy-handed thump of your arms as you tried anything to drift off. you weren’t awake necessarily because of anxiety over this new future; rather, the regrets of your past. you were nearly thirty. how long had you spent jumping cities to avoid settling down? how long had you been living without any real emotional connections so that you couldn’t see the ones you love suffer at the expense of your bad luck curse? how long had it been since you last trusted yourself, how long had it been since you felt like you had autonomy over your body? everywhere you went, without fail, bad luck followed you. you wished that it could be unluckiness over your own life, but your curse spread to others. you couldn’t control the powers, but you could control your body. so you ran. you had run for your entire life and never looked back, except for now. now, you were alone in a bedroom in the fucking avengers compound, sleeping in the same building as the most powerful, heroic people on the planet, realizing that you had spent your entire life being a coward.

those were the words you had always been afraid to admit to yourself. i’m a coward. i’m the source of my own problems, and i dump the consequences on everyone around me, and then i run. at my core, i am a mistake. and i’ve never once taken responsibility for it. those were the words that finally put you to sleep, albeit not a restful one.

finally, bucky thought, grateful for the silence. you had stopped your fidgeting (the tussling of the egyptian cotton was pretty audible through the wall with his enhanced hearing) and bucky could hear your breathing even out. he sighed to himself, worming his way deeper into his blankets. it’s not like he was going to fall asleep anyways. but he was appreciative of the quiet and he supposed he was happy it was good that you’d be able to get a couple hours of sleep.

he’d felt guilty for leaving you to unpack by yourself earlier; at the same time, it’s not like you really needed him. you had the most powerful woman on earth, the most infamous and objectively talented spy, at least that SHIELD was aware of, and america’s literal golden boy by your side. he wasn’t stupid—he’d heard your conversation with wanda. you didn’t know who he was or what he’d done. ideally, it would stay that way, but again, he wasn’t stupid. you were bound to find out, and considering this was the avengers compound, where gossip spread as fast as natasha could take down three grown men with a hairpin, it would be soon.

and the thing with meeting bucky barnes, especially when you don’t know you’re meeting bucky barnes, is the inevitable toll it will take on your reputation. it wasn’t like a highway toll, it was more like the precise sniper shots of the winter soldier’s executions—it was always the same and always took you down quickly. first was the shock: oh my god, is that such and such with the winter soldier? then it were the whispers: i heard such and such is only hanging out with him because they pity him. they’re so much better than i am; i’d never be able to take on a charity case. and then the rumors: i heard such and such is hooking up with the winter soldier. i heard the winter soldier attacked his friend such and such; he’s out of control.

and then there was the verdict. and it was always the same. the winter soldier’s dangerous and volatile. anyone who sticks around him is sick in the head—they know what he did. if the winter soldier went crazy again, do you think such and such would take his side? such and such is dangerous too. such and such is just as bad.

you didn’t need that. not when you had just gotten your fresh start. not when you had been so filled with hope and exuberance and freedom—something that bucky hadn’t experienced in over 70 years. bucky had done a lot of bad things in the past, but he was determined to make amends. he wasn’t going to be selfish and drag you down with him, even if that meant cutting you out altogether.

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lyric analysis:

now here you go again, you say you want your freedom

stevie nicks said the song was about wanting freedom from a relationship [with lindsey buckingham, previous lead guitarist] that was getting toxic and obsessive in the documentary “the fleetwood mac story.”

it’s only right that you should play the way you feel it, but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness

nicks is speaking of buckingham, warning him to “listen” to his lonely heart when he leaves her. in live versions she adds “you know what you lost,” emphasizing that he’ll never find someone like her. (also refers to chapters 1-2 for rhiannon analysis!)

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@im-a-slut-for-fluff​

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x enhanced! reader #bucky x female reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barns imagine

[gingericywolf]

I wrote this a few months ago while working horses. It's a small bit from a s3 moment in my au. I was just putting out the idea and I'm pretty sure there is more of this version somewhere but also in the more finished version i think I'll end up changing the order of events, so this bit will probably be scrapped. I have a couple ideas of how this could play out tbh. Anyway I have already shared the start of this bit here (which is the start regardless of version/order of events)

[V1, carrying the bull's shadow au, takes place during s3 ep 7, Darius pov, Scrapped event(?)]

"Toro!"

In a sprint he saw Ben run towards the carnotaurus. And then hugging the scaly head.

"Where's Arrow and Bullet? Where are they?"

Darius flinched, a knot in his stomach. He hadn't heard such panic in Ben's voice since.... since when the boy was dangling out the monorail car. Darius's hand the only thing keeping him from falling down. Begging for help. Help that darius failed to give him.

A Ben different from the one that was with him now, who wanted to stay on the island and was being pushed away by the large carnotarus head in a worried way.

Wait. Right. Toro had blocked their path and Ben ran to him, but not to fight. He was holding on the dinosaur, a worried look on his face making him look way closerly to the Ben of those first days.

#jwcc #jwcc: carrying the bull's shadow au #darius bowman #ben pincus #jwcc toro #jwcc au #giw writes #scrapped bit of fanfic #i have very specific moments for this au in my head #the problem is the way they happen keeps changing #I'm pretty sure that the rest of this had Darius meeting the babies #cause Toro literally pushes Ben in the nest with them to keep them safe #I'm too lazy to find back where I wrote the rest of this bjt #specially if I end up changing it later on #anyway happy late Jurassic June

[keyn-jender-bite]

The Darkness is Darkening Further and Now There's Risks Involved in the City

part one part two

Still brushing flecks of broken glass and leaves off my coat and out of my pockets, I descended the crooked and trashy entrance to the city subway—a convoluted and circuitous maze of stops, stations, tunnels and hallways where the denizens of the night thrived.

Somewhere out there, Aurora Hildebrandt's fiancee, Klevin Morose was missing. Whether they left of their own volition or were abducted, I couldn't be sure. What I did know, was somebody was willing to take shots at me to hinder my investigation. Even a chiseled, dyed-in-the-wool private dick like me could be shaken by attempted murder, and shaken I was.

My destination was one professor Klevin's laboratory at the University of The Big City, in the central education district. I would do some snooping around to see what there was to see, and maybe discover what is truly every detective's bread and butter: clues.

I jumped the turnstile because paying for public transportation is bunk, and casually entered the nearest subway car—a heavily graffitied hulk of filthy metal that once was shiny and new. Taking a seat in the largely empty car, I spent the trip re-reading the article Thyme had published about the professor's electrical work.

"What are you reading, cutey?" a deep voice vibrated at me from across the car. Accustomed as I was to come-ons, I kept reading unfazed.

"What color eyes you hiding beneath that fedora?" the voice asked, coming closer.

Despite my obvious disinterest, a dark-blue gloved hand reached in front of me and pushed down the magazine. Looking up, I took in the sight before me.

The person wasn't very tall, but they were wide. Dark and handsome, they were dressed head to toe in a deep blue three-piece suit, complete with gloves, spats and a wide-brimmed hat. Their eyes were obscured behind dark blue sunglasses. A lit cigarillo dangled precipitously from their lips.

"What are your pronouns, cutey?" they asked, taking the seat beside me.

"You're clucking up the wrong hen-house." I quipped, raising one hand and extending my pointer finger to tap gently on the pin decorating my lapel with shades of green, white, grey and black.

The person leaned back, sighing slightly. "Cracks! An aro." they lamented, snapping their gloved fingers.

"And ace to boot." I added.

Of a sudden, their posture settled. Their chest deflated slightly and their mouth lost its grin.

"My apologies. I feel embarrassed. I should have noticed your pin. Now I feel awkward." they said, leaning back.

"Apology accepted. My pronouns are they, them. Yours?" I felt a little bad for the person, but I also don't cotton to unsolicited advances typically, especially in the dark of the night, alone on the subway in this cramped and dangerous city.

"He him, I'm just a boring old he him." he sighed again, looking at the ceiling of the car, hands dead in his lap.

"Hey now, it doesn't work that way." I assured him, closing the magazine and turning a bit. "You're being your authentic self. There's nothing less boring than authenticity in a world of actors walking around like phonies and lying to themselves. What's your name?"

"Dillinger Radiator. Friends call me Dill. I don't know, being a fat, cis guy and lugging around these he him pronouns just feels so, trite? Cliche? There's a lot of baggage involved, you know what I mean?"

I nodded. "I know what you mean. We've all got luggage to carry. If it's any consolation, and I'm not saying this to be nice, but as an aesthetist, you're very good looking, and you have quite the personal fashion sense."

"You'll forgive me if I say that doesn't mean a heck of a lot coming from an aro-ace." Dill chuckled.

"No offense taken." I smiled.

"What's your name?" he asked, extinguishing his cigarillo on the bench beside him and gently folding it inside a dark blue handkerchief before sliding it into his breast pocket.

"Apple Magistrate, P.I."

"What?"

"Apple Magist—"

"No, I heard you. It's just. It's bad."

"Sorry, what? Bad? Bad meaning, like, cool?"

"No. Bad meaning not good. That is not a good name."

I shrugged. "It's my name. Does the P.I at the end get me any points?"

"I mean—it's a little on the nose with your whole getup." he motioned up and down with his broad hand. "I honestly thought you were cosplaying when I saw you get on the car."

"That's fair, I'll take that."

"Do you have a card?"

I nodded, reaching into my pocket and handing him one of my well-worn business cards.

"The kerning on this is terrible!" he gasped. "How—did you go out of your way to do that? It's, it's just so bad."

"What can I say? I'm a hard-as-nails private dick, not a type-setter.

"No, of course, but—I mean look at it, Jesus. It's just so obviously almost illegibly bad. Do you rely on these to like, get business? Are you okay? Do you need money?" he began to reach into his pocket to take out some chips when I reached out my hand to stop him.

"This is my stop. I enjoyed talking with you, even with your casually offensive honesty. I appreciate your candor. Give me a call at that number if you want to get coffee sometime as friends. I don't have an answering machine, so you'll have to catch me when I'm in." I said with a tip of my fedora before sidling out of the subway onto the education district platform.

"How are you still in business?!" I could hear him yell as the doors slid shut and the train rolled away down the tracks.

Every night was an adventure all its own in this great big city. You never knew who you were going to meet next.

#do it scared #do it weird #do it bad #apple magistrate

[onmyownside1]

I wrote the canon event.

2840 word count. Yeesh.

“Next time you feel wronged by someone take it up with them in private! The innocent bystanders had nothing to do with this!” Angel scolded the group of criminals as they were put into police cars. She had just helped stop a hostage situation. Apparently, the owner of a company had insulted some very important - and dangerous - clients of his, and they’d broken into the company to exact their revenge. Unfortunately, they decided that everyone in the building had also insulted them just by being there. Some people just do too much.

Angel sat down on top of one of the police cars at the scene, one leg dangling off the side, and started stretching. Despite usually having a lot of energy for this kind of thing, these past few weeks of school had taken a toll on her, physically and emotionally. While cross arm stretching, a cop, the same one that had mistook her for a man, came over and slapped his hand on the roof of the car next to her.

“Thanks a lot Spider-Woman!” He congratulated her, with a friendly grin on his face. “Just another day on the job am I right?” Angel smiled back politely, despite cringing internally. “Thank you!” She said. “Um, it’s Arachne, by the way.” A puzzled look crossed his face. “Arachne? What does that have to do with your theme?” “Y’know, Arachne..” she implored. “Lady in Greek mythology, got turned into a spider?” He frowned. “I don’t know anything about mythology, let alone Greeks. What is that anyway, a drink or something?”

“No, they’re a group of people!” She retorted, furrowing her brow. Maybe going to HQ was a mistake. Being the only knowledgeable one in a world full of naive people felt more like a curse than a blessing. “You know what-“ she said, rising up to stand on the cop car. She turned to face the crowd of people. “Hey!” She yelled. Only a few people turned to look. Her eyes narrowed, annoyed. Luckily, an unsuspecting officer was standing nearby with a megaphone. “Gimme that.” Angel grumbled, bending down and snatching it out of her hand. She turned it on and began her announcement. “Oi! Listen up!” She declared. Everyone in the area turned to look at her. “Thank you! Just to get this straight, my name is Arachne! Not Spider-Man, not Spider-Woman, Arachne!” There was confused muttering in the crowd. Clearly no one here was any more knowing than Assuming Cop #1. She sighed and recomposed herself. “Alright, say it with me now.” She commanded. “Ah-“

The crowd repeated, “Ah-“ “Rack-“ “Rack-“ “Ne” BANG! Angel screamed. Pain rocketed up and down her thigh. She staggered off balance and fell off of the car, landing shoulder first on the ground. The crowd went into a frenzy. The cops immediately went about trying to calm the crowd down and find the shooter. Angel felt tears running down her face. She cursed and tried to steady herself against the police car so she could asses the injury, but standing sent figurative electricity through the wound. She opted for crawling away to somewhere safe, because the shooter could still be around somewhere. She was halted by a figure towering over her. She looked up, relieved to see an officer.. Except the officer was holding a gun, pointed at her head.

She froze. She figured he didn’t have murderous intent. If he’d wanted her dead he could’ve killed when she was standing on the cop car. He’d had a clear target. She started racking her mind for ideas. She always had ideas! She went into a painful child’s pose in front of him, hands wrapped around his ankles, begging for mercy. His eyes narrowed at her. “Get up, put your hands behind your back, and come with me.” He demanded in a low, deep voice. She whimpered in an attempt to seem helpless. The man scowled and yelled at her. “NOW!”She tightened her grip on the man’s ankles, and yanked his feet out from underneath him. The cop fell flat on his back, and before he had time to recover, Angel kicked his gun away, tuned invisible, and ran. She tried desperately to ignore the pain in her leg. Every time her foot hit the ground a shock of pain coursed through her thigh. She went about as far as her legs and the injury would let her go. She had no idea if she was being pursued, and she didn’t turn to find out. All she knew was that guy the time she collapsed in an alley she could no longer see through her tears. Her body screamed at her to sit down, to curl up into a ball and preserve herself. She slumped against the wall of the alley and moaned in pain. She removed her mask and gasped for air. She pressed her hand against the gunshot wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding. She panicked. She was certainly in no state to get somewhere she could be tended to. She definitely couldn’t go to the hospital; that was like begging to have to her identity revealed. And her parents…if they found out about this she’d be grounded for five years. Jordan and she couldn’t exactly see each other if she was stuck at home. She was alone.

No I’m not.” She gasped. She winced as she inspected the dimension-jumping watch she’d been given at HQ. It seemed to have survived the fall off of the police car. “Lyla,” she groaned. “Lil bit of help please?” Immediately, the portable golden assistant popped up in a hologram above the watch. “Hey there Angel! What’s going-“ she paused as she took in the scene before her. “-on…calling for backup.” “Thank you.” After a moment of silence, presumably to contact a team of people, Lyla addressed her again. “Alright, what happened here?” Lyla inquired in a calm voice. “I was- there-“ Angel paused to try and compose herself. “A cop. He shot me. I- I dunno why but-“ “Hey, calm down. I just need to get an idea of what’s going on so I can better tend to your needs. Let’s break this down, huh? Are you in any immediate danger?” Angel sniffled. “No.” “Are you being pursued?” “Sure hope not..” Angel’s voice broke. The pain seemed to have intensified in the past minute. Lyla continued. “Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded?” “Lil bit…” “Hm. Angel I’m gonna need you to try something okay?” “Huh, look at those goobers….what are they doing?” “Angel?” “Is that a frog? Oh my gosh I love frogs! Or is it a toad…” “Angel I really need you to focus right now-“ “Are you seriously asking me that? Oh it IS a toad! I love those guys too. Have you ever seen a sand toad?” “No I have not, please you are bleeding-“ “Is that what they’re called? I’m not sure. Round little guys. They’re brown and small and they look really grumpy.” “ANGEL!” Lyla cried, exasperated, moving in front of her face. “What could you possibly want from me right now?” She whined. “There’s a cloth over there by that unfinished mural. Maybe you can web it over and use it. You need to put pressure on the wound so you don’t lose too much blood and pass out.” “Wonderful…” Angel muttered. She raised her uninjured arm and webbed the piece of cloth towards her. She used the side that wasn’t paint stained and pressed it against the hole in her leg. A few seconds (or maybe minutes. She couldn’t tell) later, a glowing orange hexagon appeared in the entrance of the alleyway she was in. A team of four spiders with medical supplies came through the portal, two of which carrying a stretcher. One of which was her good friend Asa Ramirez. “Asa! Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in forever!” Angel bubbled. “It’s good to see you too Angel.” He said. His smile quickly faded to a grimace. “I just wish it wasn’t like this.” “Oh this thing?” Angel waved her hand flippantly. “Pshhhhh, I’ve been in worse.” She tried to smile to make it more believable, but upon squinting even slightly, big fat tears ran down her face. “You have never been in anything like this!” Came a stern yet concerned voice from the portal. Her I-wish-you-were-my-mentor, Jessica Drew, stepped out, annoyed as ever. “How did you get shot!? I’d expect that from anyone else but you!” She chided. She walked over and sat next to her, placing a gentle hand on hers. “Are you okay? I mean as much as you can be?” Angel’s facade broke. “..nO.” She sobbed. Tears flooded down her face, blurring her vision yet again. Asa and the other Spider- Person tended to her leg as she cried. She wouldn’t even have known the final person to come through the portal if she didn’t recognize the accent. “Fuckin’ hell, what happened here?!” exclaimed the one and only Hobie Brown. “Hobie!” Angel cried, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. “Anarchy, the fuck’s happened to you!?”

She made a noise that might’ve been a chuckle. “I had a run in with the coppers, as you lot might say.” She mumbled in an almost incoherent British accent. Everyone went quiet. Jess was the first to speak up. “The police did this to you?” “Yeah…don’t think he was tryna kill me but his intentions clearly weren’t good.” Angel asserted. “What were you doin, Anarch?” Hobie asked, his voice low and upset. “I was just telling them what my name was. I was standing on top of a police car with a megaphone guiding them through the pronunciation. I wasn’t aggressive at all.” said Angel. Hobie, Jess, and Asa seemed to simmer in this for a moment. Hobie stood up and swore, kicking over one of the paint buckets by the mural. Jess tried to calm him down. “It’s fuckin bollocks is what it is!” He yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. “She was just standing there, and some pig thought she was a threat!” Meanwhile, the two Spiders previously carrying the stretcher hefted her onto it, and together they walked through the portal to HQ.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip/Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hmmmm?” Angel hummed as she heard the door to her room on campus being opened. In stepped a brigade of people. First came Pavitr, with a plate of kheer kadam and piping hot chai. He looked like he had just gotten out of school, still sporting the uniform. Next came Margo, with her digital curls in braids going down her back, seemingly trying to twin with Angel. Ansi came right behind Margo, dreads pulled up into a high pony and wearing a red hoodie. Diane rolled in the room next, apparently not afraid of having skates in such an enclosed space. Asa came after her with a blanket folded in her arms. Hobie ducked through the doorway next, and finally, Gwen Stacy, sweater, converse and all.

Angel smiled at them. “Awww, all of you here for lil old me?” she said blithely. “Yup!” Bubbled Pavitr. “My auntie made these. I hope you like them!” “Oh my gosh, it’s been so lonely by the go home machine!” Margo complained, hugging Angel as tight as she could. “There’s only so many times you can fire that thing without someone there to witness it with you! Seriously you’re like, emotional support. I can’t believe you got shot!” “I can..” Ansi muttered, hugging her as well. “I know you’ve never had a run in with the cops before hand, but I would stop hanging around if you don’t want that to happen again.” “I’m with Ansi on this one- hiiii!” Diane agreed, rolling over to give her a hug. “You already know how I feel about the feds. I won’t go on a tangent now cause you need to rest, but you will definitely be hearing from me later.”

Asa stepped up and laid the blanket over Angel “I third that” he said. “Homemade.” He added. In a possible attempt to escape the coming conversation, Angel’s brain took the moment to remember that the frog she had been talking about was called a rain frog. Hobie sat on the bed beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. “I don’t see why we have to wait till later to chat about ACAB.” He said. “Angel I’ve already told you ‘bout this stuff, and now you’ve witnessed it first hand. It’s a flawed system, it is. They’re not there to do anythin’ but oppress and enforce.” Angel frowned. “That can’t be entirely true.” She argued, grabbing his hand and playing with it while she spoke. “I mean, the whole reason I was there was because they were trying to stop some guys from killing a bunch of innocents.” “And who ended up doing more of the work, you or the cops?” Ansi countered. “You think a bunch of guys holding hostages would answer to people holding guns and threatening to lock them up? Personally I would take the hostages with me.” “Y’know in some states the police aren’t even required to protect you?” Diane reasoned. “All they’re there for is locking up anyone they deem a trouble maker. And when you arm a supremely biased man with weapons and legal support, it’s a recipe for disaster. Doesn’t that sound familiar Angel? What do you get when a person who harms you solely because they feel you deserve it has their actions backed by the system?” Angel directed her gaze towards the blanket and began to play with that instead. “A bully.” She muttered. It did sound familiar. Way too familiar. Desperate, she threw out her last defense. “But….Jordan’s dad is a cop. He’s not a bad man. He does everything he can to support her!” She said, looking up at the room. This time it was Gwen who spoke up. “Angel, I can tell you from experience, being a cop…” she sighed, taking a seat at the front of the bed, back to Angel. “It can change a person. Especially once they’re convinced what they’re doing is right. My…my own dad fired a warning shot at me, because he was so convinced I was a murderer. Even after I took off my mask, he still tried to arrest me. And sometimes I think-“ she turned to face her, with an empathetic look on her face. “Sometimes I think if he hadn’t been armed, if he didn’t have handcuffs on his belt, things might’ve been different. That maybe if he didn’t have the badge on he wouldn’t have done it……….so yeah.” She finished, turning back around. “Cops; definitely not good guys.”

Angel sighed, exasperated. “This is nuts.” She concluded, borrowing a hair tie to pull her hair up into pigtails. Sometimes she wished there was a bubble she could go to, to block out all the hideous noise of the world. Nowadays that bubble was with Jordan, but unfortunately she was multiverses away. “It’s a lot to take in.” Asa soothed. “Honestly when I got the alert that someone had been shot I was expecting to tend to Hobie.” “Nah, all of the coppers in my universe are feral.” Hobie reminded __. “You’dve been dealing with a bite mark or something like that.” Angel chuckled a bit at that, which quickly turned into near delirious laughter. Soon Margo and Diane were giggling along with her, and what with Diane’s laughter being so contagious, everyone in the room burst into a fit of laughter.

Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped a hulking figure. His blue and red suit stopped Angel’s laughter almost immediately. Upon hearing Angel stop, the giggling died down very quickly. (Save for Diane, who was struggling to stop, and Hobie, who both didn’t care and was the most affected by Diane’s contagious laughter). Miguel scanned the room from the doorway before addressing Angel. “Angel, you healing okay?” He asked. “Yes, uh, sir.” She stammered. (She was never quite sure how formal she was supposed to be with him). “Good.” He replied, then looked around to address the room. “I would like you all to give her some space in about 10 minutes. She needs to rest.” Hobie rolled his eyes. Diane crossed her arms. Margo also didn’t look very happy, clearly not wanting to go back to the traumatizing task of manning the “Go-Home Machine”. “Um, I don’t mind!” She objected, fiddling with her hands. “I like the company…..sir.” Miguel stood in the doorway for a moment before shrugging and turning to leave. “And you don’t have to call me that.” He added. His footsteps faded down the hallway. Angel released a breath. Then she turned to Pav and lost it. He’d been holding in a laugh through the entire encounter, and his cheeks were all puffed up and red. And when Angel lost it, Pavitr did too, and the whole room descended into laughter once again. End :)

TLDR; Angel was telling a crowd how to pronounce her name, when a cop shot her (for no apparent reason). She retreated to an alleyway where she called for help. Etc time skip ACAB stuff.

Edit: cause I forgot to do this yesterday. Spiders Mentioned!

Diane Pastors (@the-cat-and-the-birdie ‘s sona)

Ansiniya Taratella (Ansi) (@spidey-bie ‘s sona)

Asa Ramirez (@autisticarach ‘s sona)

#What? No of course I didn’t do this in a day #I edited on other days…. #…… #Angel Jameson #angel jameson #Ansiniya Taratella #Hobie Brown #Jessica Drew #Diane Pastors #Asa Ramirez #Writing #ahhhhhhhhh wow this took a while #Glad I did it though #miguel ohara

[annaofthenorthernlights]

You kept this?

@flufftober day 12

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Kristoff/Anna

Rating: G

This is silly fluffy fluff

You also find this little something on on AO3

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“Kristoff… Kristoff Bjorgman?”

In a million years he would recognize that voice… her voice. And when he turned, he still could not believe she was standing there, only inches away from him.

But she was supposed to be far away. Somewhere on the other side of the world…

“Anna…?”

“What a surprise? I didn´t know you were coming to help to move Elsa´s things. I mean, we could not think of anybody else than hiring Bjorgman´s moving company. But oh, so, you are with your dad now? What happened to your educator job at the lumber factory?”

“Yeah…” the young man scratched at the back of his head, “well, I felt like coming back into family business.”

“I see. That´s great… And… How are you?”

“Fine. Thanks. And you? I mean… you´re back for good, is that right?”

Remain cool, man, don´t scare her off by freaking out…

Anna sighed and stuck a tendril behind her ear, gnawing on her lower lip. “Looks like things did not work out that well supposedly. It´s a rather long story… well, maybe not… you know, there was a guy, I didn´t think before acting, and then it turned out he was only after my job. He got the job and I got fired. Well, I thought it was better to come back and start all over again here, where I can at first live with my sister. And since Elsa has bought the house down the road, it looks like we will be neighbours again, only the other way round.” She smiled.

“I am sorry to hear that.”

“That I will live with my sister and be your neighbour again?” Anna blinked at him mischievously giggling.

She was amazing! Even if she was the one deserving comfort, she was giving him a good time.

“No.” He smirked, “the reason why you came back, though I am… happy, well… glad to see you.” He stared at her dumbfounded.

Had she any idea of how thrilled he was to see her here and now? But surely, she´d think him creepy and insane if he told her of how much he had thought of her in that past year since she´s left their street.

“I am happy to be back, too, you know? It´s not that I am totally devastated. It was an experience, and I learned a hard lesson, but a good one in turn, you know. And now… it´s just so good to see you.”

Kristoff smiled and offered her to drive with him since his colleague had already left with Elsa to the new place. He opened the door of the moving van for her, and Anna climbed into the passenger seat looking around interested like she was visiting his house. When Kristoff sat down on the driver seat, she held her gaze on him and pointed to the little figurine hanging from the rear mirror.

A little reindeer with red nose.

The colour had faded from the sun in the front window, but it still looked so cute, dangling bouncily like a dancing toy. She had given Kristoff the reindeer as good luck gem for his finals as master carpenter a year ago.

They were going out a few times, but nothing ever happened, other that she had wished that there could have been something between them…

Anna chuckled, and a soft smile swung in her whispered voice, while she cradled the little fellow´s nose.

“You kept this?”

Kristoff had just put the key in the starter, but sat now unmoving, his hands fiddling with the steering wheel. But then he swallowed and looked at her with a shrug.

“I have missed you, Anna. And the gem felt a bit like having you here. It was a nice feeling.”

“Really?”

He nodded silently, not sure what to say so she wouldn't jump out of the car because he was being weird. But he would not have expected her answer, at least he would not have dared to hope for it.

“I missed you, too.”

“Really?” He repeated incredulously.

Anna chuckled and nodded fervently, and then fumbled with her handbag, pulling out a little plushie reindeer, identic with his. The fur seemed rubbed off, like it had been held a lot...

But… why….?

“May I introduce? This is Kris, my comfort companion who had listened to all my wails and chit chatter in that time.”

He stared at the plushie in her hand.

Kris…? Did she hold him in her hand…?!

Without thinking, Kristoff reached for her hand, including Kris in it, and squeezed it gently.

“I am glad I could help. Would you let me try to continue as your comforter and companion for real? Gosh Anna, I wish I had had the guts to ask you just that before you left. I am sorry.”

“You do? Oh… and I wish I had had the guts to tell you how much you meant to me!”

That was it, and Kristoff laced his arm around her shoulder to pull her flush close while Anna flung her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest. They just stayed a while like this, indulging in the warming comfort of the other´s presence.

There was much they had to tell each other, but first, this…

Anna placed little Kris on the armature just to lean back into real Kris´ arms, falling for his kiss.

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