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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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You’re Wet, You’re Naked

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Here’s Part 3 of Charlie spending a hot smutty night with his biggest fan Y/N! This fic is also my next entry for @band–psycho’s Bingo Challenge! In this Part 3, now that Charlie has read some of the smut that you’ve written about him... you’ll get to reenact those filthy fantasies with him 😜

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, punishment, spanking, dom!Charlie Request: This anon request + separate request from @rayslittlekitten (Charlie reading smutty fanfics) Bingo Square Filled: Losing a bet

Word Count: 2.9k

… Continued from Part 2 [Read Here]

Charlie Hunnam is having entirely too much fun scrolling through your whole collection of sin.

And he’s still convinced that he’s going to win. He’s determined. Thinks that if he digs deep enough, into some of the dirtiest stuff, he’ll find some kind of content that will make you die of embarrassment.

“Hmm, apparently this Miss ‘Y/N’ is a glutton for punishment...” he remarks, noting that it’s a theme in a lot of your works. Pronouncing ‘Y/N’ like ‘Wyenne’ as if she’s a real woman.

“Well, Miss ‘Y/N’ won’t tolerate that tone of judgment, Mr. Hunnam. She loves getting spanked and has no fucking shame,” you huff, acting all confident and tough. “And you do know that those letters stand for ‘your name’?”

“Yeah, I’m getting a sense of the whole reader-insert thing. But who ever said I was judging?”

“That smirk on your stupidly beautiful face, for one thing.”

“Hey, listen—if I’m gonna judge Miss ‘Y/N’ for anything...” he taunts, as he skims through the first piece of fiction that you’d ever written about his character from The Gentlemen, Raymond, “...it’s the fact that she’s apparently obsessed with being called a filthy little cunt.”

... Oh no. You suddenly feel like a damn tomato, which is exactly what Sir Hunnam wants.

He’s basically just won; you should’ve known to never doubt him. Your desire for this man to call you ‘cunt’ is really not even the kinkiest of kinks you have about him—no, not even close—but somehow it just feels embarrassing as fuck and he just knows.

“What’s the matter darling? Thought you’re proud of all your kinks.”

“I am, but—”

“Mmm, but what?” he sneers, pulling you near, lips brushing up against your ear. “You’re getting all bothered and hot. Did I just hit the fucking jackpot? Tell me, slut.”

“You’ll never get me to admit embarrassment, if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, but I always get what I want,” he goads you on, as all your walls start crumbling down. He’s won, without a doubt. “So stop fucking around. ‘Cause if I can’t win a confession from this pretty little mouth... guess I’ll just have to win it from your naughty little cunt.”

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Conveniently, the limousine ride is now done, and Charlie Fucking Hunnam takes you up to his hotel room for a night of filthy fun. There’s a special private entrance for celebrities to make sure that you won’t be seen by anyone. He literally sweeps you off your feet, like it’s your damn wedding or something as he whisks you to his swanky penthouse suite.

Apparently he’s feeling quite inspired and has a raging erection, from the smut that he just read from your collection, which was straight up pornographic. It’s clear that he intends to bring those fantasies to life and work his magic.

By the time you stumble through the door, you’re moaning like a whore, and ready to go at it. “But Charlie, we—we can’t reenact that fic...”

“Why the hell not, you little slut? I thought it’s what you’d want...” he grunts, as you both tumble down onto the mattress. Your skin and his are separated only by a few layers of fabric. He’s planning to act out the fic about Raymond dishing out smutty punishment, now that he knows just what a slut you are for spanking and for being called a cunt. His dirty talk is such a drug and you’re an addict.

“Because in that fic ‘Y/N’ never gets to suck on her man’s dick.”

Charlie’s suit-clad physique is pressed against your dress so that you can feel every perfect inch of him. “...And that’s a problem?”

It’s no secret how badly you want him. “I’ve only been dreaming about your big cock in my mouth every night of my life, Mr. Hunnam.”

Those words off your lips fucking fire him up, as the dominant side of him starts to erupt. With a growl he lifts off of your body and stands at the foot of the bed, removing his suit jacket. Looking down at your body as if it’s an object for him to corrupt. Made for him to attack it.

“Why don’t you get down on the floor, you dirty little whore,” he says, watching as you eagerly obey. Your butt is burning up with the need for this sex god to smack it. “That’s it, on all fours. Hands and knees. With that pretty ass facing towards me.”

This is so much like the setup for your fic with Raymond Smith and you have never been so horny. Pussy soaking so intensely as you relive what you wrote in your own stories. Charlie’s hardly gotten started, and already you are probably dripping through your panties all across the carpet, sorry you’re not even sorry.

Of course he loves to see you following his orders in a hurry. Pours on praise that has your senses going blurry. “Such a perfect little slut for me...”

You whimper in submission, as you get into position. You are in literal heaven—except for the fact that from this angle you can’t witness his perfection. Of course you try to turn your head in his direction; thankfully he makes it easier by moving now to stand in front of you so you can look up at his magnificent face and his massive fucking erection.

He then begins unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and you are filled with the most all-consuming need you’ve ever felt, utterly hypnotized with every move of his masterful hands. The thought of laying eyes on his cock has you in a trance. And maybe more than just your loving gaze—maybe you’ll get a fucking taste, if he commands...

This isn’t how your Raymond fic began, the fic that led Charlie to win your little bet. He’ll get back into it again. But just for now he’d rather go off-script instead. He’s focused on that thing you said, when you were spread beneath him on the bed. How you’ve been wanting for so long to give him head.

“So you’ve been dreaming of this big cock in that slutty mouth of yours?” he teases, as his right hand reaches in his pants and squeezes. “Just how badly do you want it, whore?”

“Sir, there is nothing I want more...” you breathlessly implore.

“It’s everything you live for? Everything you’ve ever dreamed?”

All you can do is nod, submitting to this god, desperately kneeling. By now you’re thirsting to the absolute extreme and bursting at the seams. Your mind is reeling. Here you are at the mercy of Sir Charlie Hunnam, and damn, there is no better feeling.

“Mmm, well maybe it’s time to stop dreaming...” he declares, destroying you with his stare, blue eyes gleaming, promising you hell and heaven and taking you there, “...‘cause baby, you’re about to get the real thing.”

And so you are. When Charlie finally whips out his perfect cock, so long and thick and pink and hard as a damn rock... you die of shock. You’re seeing stars. The piece of meat throbbing in front of you is beautiful as fuck. This is hands down the greatest moment of your life so far. You can’t believe your luck.

“What’re you waiting for, you filthy whore?” he quips, wrapping his fist around his shaft and slowly guiding it toward your thirsty lips. “Now open up that pretty mouth of yours and suck.”

Never have you obeyed an order any faster. You could seriously spend your whole life servicing your master. Swirling your tongue around the tip, eyes rolling back into your skull, in pleasure as you savor the flavor of his arousal, wrapping your lips around his thick girth in an act of total worship, taking him deeper down your throat than you’d have thought physically possible.

Admiring the view, Charlie smirks devilishly down at you, the evil fucking bastard. You both groan in satisfaction, getting off on your reactions. He knows that he is your whole world. That you’d do anything to serve him as his dirty little girl.

“Mmm yeah, right there...” he snarls, twining his fingers in your hair, the husky rumble of his voice making your toes curl. On the next upstroke you pull back to tease your tongue around the pink tip with a playful little twirl, then quickly seal your lips around his length again to take him deeper than you’ve ever fucking dared. Gorging yourself on his enormous, gorgeous cock. And all the while your eyes are locked. “Ughh holy fuck—right fucking there...”

At this rate his gigantic dick will probably break your jaw and you don’t even fucking care.

Reading your mind, he swiftly strips out of his shirt, so you can look upon his sculpted upper body which is honestly divine, so goddamn beautiful it hurts. The sight of Charlie Fucking Hunnam’s chiseled muscles just intensifies your thirst. You love him so much you could die, expressing that as passionately as you can with every movement of your mouth as you kneel down between his thighs, gaze up at him with wide unblinking eyes. Completely motherfucking mesmerized.

“My God, you’re perfect...” Charlie moans as you continue with your service. Clearly loves the way you’re worshiping his dick just like a good little slut should. “So good... so fucking good...”

He’s buried deep inside your throat, and from the luscious way he pulsates on your tongue you know he’s ready to explode. Reaching around to grab his ass, taking those firm muscular globes within your grasp, you make sure that he stays in place and wordlessly beg him to feed you with his load.

“Mmm...” he hums, smiling suggestively as he caresses your cheek with a smooth sweep of his thumb, “...does my perfect little cockslut want some cum?”

Even if you could talk, even if your mouth weren’t so stuffed full of his cock, you’d be struck dumb.

“Wait just a few more seconds,” Charlie taunts, “and let me fuck this pretty face of yours, you dirty fucking whore. Why don’t you reach down and play with your cunt. Touch yourself till that sweet pussy squirts out all over the floor.”

Oh holy fuck—before you can even process what he just said, he grabs a firm hold of your head, and starts to ferociously hammer your mouth with his huge rock hard cock. He’s thrusting so fast you can’t even keep the pace to slurp and suck. You didn’t think your throat could take him any further, but he shows you just how wrong you were.

And it’s all that you can do to follow orders, reaching up your dress and into your panties to rub your pussy while he furiously face-fucks you like bloody fucking murder.

Given what this man is doing to your face, pounding you into a submissive haze... all it takes is a few flicks of your fingers on your clit to cause you to start cumming all over the place. In all your days, until today you didn’t know you were a squirter.

“That’s a good little cunt,” he grunts, taking such pleasure in what he just witnessed, that suddenly he himself reaches his finish. Shoots his sweet creamy load down your throat as you swallow down every drop of it like nobody’s business. So fucking delicious. “Mmm, is this what you want? Yeah, know it is. Take that cum while you sit there all soaked in your juices.”

His dirty talk is fucking ruthless. Gets off on the fact that he just made you do this. Once he finally slips out of your mouth you attempt to thank him for the privilege, of serving as his little cock-sucking bitch, but your cum-slathered tongue has become absolutely useless.

That mind-blowing session of sucking his dick... you can’t believe that that just happened. It was so far beyond anything that you’d ever imagined, ever written in your fics.

Speaking of which—you know that he still plans to finish what he’d started with that fic about the punishment, and calling you a cunt. Even though you just came the thought of that already makes your pussy twitch. It’s everything you want.

He doesn’t waste a second, getting you into position for another round of wrecking. Lifting you up off of the floor to throw you down onto the sumptuous king bed. Recalling those words he had said, during his talk show interview—wet and naked—two words that had inevitably made him think of you.

Now that he has you in his bed, he can do literally anything he wants to do. “So you’re already plenty wet... I think it’s time we get you naked.”

Charlie is handling you like a goddamn rag doll and you cannot fucking take it. Somehow every move he makes is carefully steady and soft, even when he’s terribly rough. You don’t know how he manages to make you feel like your whole body is a precious treasure even as he breaks it. Makes you feel more alive than ever and yet... super fucking dead.

“How much do you fancy this pretty little dress, princess?” he asks, reaching beneath the cloth to grope your ass, as he hovers above you on the bed. “Would it be alright if I just... rip it to shreds?”

“God, yes...” you gasp, melting into the mattress, as he takes a fistful of the fabric in his grasp. And does exactly as he said he would. The sensation of your dress getting savagely torn to pieces feels ridiculously good.

Your bra and panties follow afterwards. Leaving you naked like a whore, exposing your glistening core. Charlie looks down at it with such insatiable thirst. “You know I’m gonna spend the whole damn night eating this sweet pussy of yours...” he purrs, which sounds like such a blessing and a curse—you can already tell that he’ll be edging you to death and telling you to keep yourself from cumming till you fucking burst. “But first—”

He suddenly flips you over, grabbing hold of your shoulders, and repositioning your body on all fours.

It’s finally time to reenact that fic of course.

“First I’m gonna have to punish you for being such a filthy fucking cunt,” he sneers, sinful lips pressed against your ear. “For writing all that smutty fiction, all those pornographic words. These kinky fantasies about me that made you cringe in embarrassment. I’m gonna have to spank this naughty little ass until it hurts.”

“Yes, sir...” you yelp, your inner slut unable to be helped, trembling in pleasure.

He’s leaning over you now from behind, blowing your mind. “Now is that what you want? Are you done fucking around, cunt?”

“Yes, sir...!” again you answer, powerless to say anything else before your master.

“That’s a good slut,” he mutters as he slides his palm across the bare skin of your butt. “You gonna be my perfect little whore? Take everything I have in store, and beg for more?”

Before you can even say ‘yes sir’ yet again... the punishment begins.

Sir Charlie Hunnam doesn’t need you to respond, to know that this shit is exactly what you want. You scream in ecstasy, fulfilling all your fantasies, each time his hand comes down. Don’t even bother keeping count. You lose all sense of your sanity, and your whole fucking identity, here in the presence of someone so unimaginably dominant.

“That’s it, cunt. Take your punishment,” he taunts, his words and actions straight out of the smut that you had written about Raymond. Spanks you raw until your skin is fucking flaming. Every second of this experience with him is even better than the fiction. You could never have imagined such a heavenly sensation of submission.

It goes without saying that you don’t get to have another orgasm till Charlie gives permission. Thankfully he himself is near the edge as well; from his heated breathing and the feeling of his throbbing cock when it brushes against your skin you can just tell. And he wants both of you to come undone at the same time again. So he gets into position...

But in the moment just before he plunges in and splits you open, as you have always been hoping... he leans in to whisper words into your ear, which are for sure the hottest thing that you will ever fucking hear: “Now Miss Y/N—I’m gonna fuck you better than any damn thing you’ve ever written.”

That is a promise and you both know it. And you can’t fucking wait for him to show it. Fuck you in ways that take you someplace far beyond the filthy fantasies of fanfiction.

And that is how your love affair with Charlie Hunnam began—how you lost a bet, ended up in his bed, wet and naked, just as he had said. It’s a night you won’t ever forget... one that you hope will happen again...

You may not know it yet, but Charlie hopes that too. Already knows he’ll never get enough of you. This is the first but hopefully not the last night you’ll get to spend. Lucky for you two—unlike any piece of fanfiction that finishes once Miss Y/N is done playing pretend—this real-life romance that you’ve started... never has to end.

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keyheartsia-dorm · 3 years

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The Dorm Leaders with a S/O who Burned themselves making Microwave Food

(This is definitely not something that just happened to me like 10 minutes ago but you should definitely like and subscribe and don’t forget to hit the Bell icon Cause seriously some parts of my hand Hurt like a B...Not that I burned myself or anything)

Riddle Rosehearts

• So Your feeling a Gosh dang HUNGER

• You’re too hungry to wait For Trey to bake anything So

• So Kennel Corn it is!

• In your HUNGER daze you threw the popcorn in carelessly and forget to Press the Popcorn Button and just pressed the 4 Button instead of the 3 Button like you meant to even though 3 PROBABLY would’ve Ruined Your Popcorn anyway

• You text Riddle to see if he’d wanna Share some Popcorn He said he would bring some Tarts he had just put in the oven So you waited...Thinking about Food...not noticing the disaster you were Setting into place

• Anyway you Open the Microwave Full of Hope like a Doe being born on a beautiful spring day then as soon as the black Popcorn started shooting out of your Microwave in Ramshackle you then had the same disappointment as a spring Doe who was just forced to watch Fox and the Hound Like Holy Heck that Movie gives me the Hecko Deppreso

• One Burning Kernel Hit your Cheek Just as you Wince Riddle Comes into your Kitchen With Wide eyes

• He Drags you out Picnic Basket with Tarts in Hand and Takes you to the Nurse’s Office and Asks for...whatever Burned people Need As He Patches you up you 2 Share a ~Moment~

“Riddle Honestly it’s not THAT big of a deal” You Chuckle Anxiously “Don’t be Ridiculous Y/N!” he keeps Patching you up “It Must Seriously Hurt..” He looks a little Sad and while looking sadly into your eyes he kisses your cheek where the Burn was you wince as He Quickly Spits an Apology you Chuckle “You can Kiss it better if you want~” he Looks away bright Red as you 2 Sit in the Nurse’s Office Sharing Tarts

Leona King Scholar

• “I can’t Hecking Cook!!!” you found yourself Exclaiming in the Savannaclaw Kitchen Ruffling your hair

• You see Poor F-Ing Ruggie Needs a Break that’s not a secret to anyone (# Please Stop Hyena Abuse # Please Edit A Garfield Comic Where Leona is Garfield and Ruggie is John) so you said you’d make Leona his Lunch

• why the Heck you said you’d do this you Adorable stupid Hecking Idiot you but hey you did dumb dumb

• So here you are looking in the Freezer and BINGO Big ole Meat Chunk!

• So you being A fanfic protagonist Put a giant mystery meat chunk in the microwave pressed some Buttons and said..”Eh Good enough” Guess your sex god heart throb Boyfriend Is rubbing off on you ok I see how it is Y/N OK I SEE HOW IT IS

• Anyway besides my needless aggression with my words You started to look for some utensils you found A Bento Box and a Spoon thank goodness but you figured you might Need some mittens Lunch was soon and The meat was long done but no mittens

• You take it out..and HOLY MOTHER GOD WHY DID YOU THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA YOUR PALMS MIGHT AS WELL BE ON FIRE

• Leona Nonchalantly Enters The scene cause Ruggie Told him you’d be making his Lunch and Lunch started like 15 Minutes ago

• He looks at the Scene before him and sighs and takes your hands like the sex god heartthrob he is and looks at your red palms almost Deadpanning

Your face a light red “Yeah...I know I massively Screwed up with your Lunch But I really wanted t-“ “I know And I appreciate it even though you are a massive screw up..But you keep trying I appreciate that about you” He starts to lick your Palms and your face Erupts into a Blush “What the Heck!?!” he looks up at you “It’s to cool your hands down but you ARE gonna go get me Food from the vending machine afterwards”

Azul Ashengrotto

• you slam your Hands Dramaticly on your Kitchen Table “I CANNOT ACCEPT ANYMORE FREEBIES FROM THE MONSTRO LOUNGE” You were sure Azul Would start making you pay if not Azul Jade for sure

• So time to start making Food for yourself!! You Quickly Head to a Convience store where a Certain Chaotic Neutral Eel Notices you Buying like 10 Frozen...PIECES OF FOOD

• You Dump like all off them on your Counter and Choose to make some Weird fish

• You Slap that Sorry Sucker in the Microwave and like the other Sorry Suckers in this Scenario you will Burn yourself and beautiful Bishounen Shenanigans will ensue but we’re not there yet

• You literally just bought a piece of not even normal looking fish Of course it didn’t come with a Time Recommendation So you while staring at it for like 10 minutes (Letting it thaw quite a bit but you didn’t notice) You threw it in for 7 And figured “eh 7’s a lucky number this’ll work” Didn’t you read Leona’s Scenario? What happened when THEY said Eh

• You Dumby You Dating a Merman Boughta Eat a fish Dumbo what do you have? Ears?

• Anyway Floyd and And Azul are Chatting well it’s more like Floyd is talking At Azul while he does paper work Yeah I totally Saw them Buying a bunch a Random Frozen Weird Massively Weird Right? Anyway So Apparently They Let you Mix ALL THE slushie is Flavors”

• Azul hearing this After finishing up some more Paperwork Decides to go Visit You and to his Shock he finds you Trying to hold a Basically at this point Charcoal Fish and when you drop It on your leg Leaving a SEXY weird fish shaped burn he’s Immediately on that

He puts a Hand to his Temple and sighs For a Moment before sweeping you off your feet before you could say a word..the you did say a word a few in fact “I’m Sorry Azul I know you can’t give me freebies forever but I’m a terrible cook” He Kisses your forehead and gives you a reassuring look “You’re my Beloved you can rely on me as much as you want I’ll get you some bandages when we’re back at the monstro lounge and Jade will make you something not made of Charcoal” and you bet he carried you all the way

Kalim Al Asim

• you both wanted to cook Something for Jamil...Okay this’ll go south fast.

• the road to Heck Is often Paved with Good intentions

• You Were tasked with picking out food and Kalim for Kitchen Prep

• Anyway Let’s get this poor Wreck Jamil’s gonna have to fix over with

• “I Picked out some Tofu! Smart people like tofu right?

• Kalim Tossed that And all sortsa Stuff Into the Microwave and Waved off all your concerns figuring it’ll be fine! come on Y/N you coward Your a fanfic Protag you don’t have to think Silly goose no thoughts head empty

• like 15 minutes later you 2 Hear Smoke while trying to make Pulpless Handsqueezed Orange Juice cause HECK PULP

• He Opened The Microwave and the only thing that Looked even Remotely salvageable was the tofu and because you 2 are the cutest most head empty Couple Apparently you didn’t Put a plate underneath so you braving all the danger reached into the Microwave...

“Ouch!” You teared up a little And were about to Put your finger in your mouth as you do Before Kalim put your finger in his Mouth You looked at him shell shocked after a couple seconds he started pressing light kisses on them “I’m so sorry! I should’ve thought this through more! I’ll nurse you back to health!” And For the rest of the day he essentially treated you like you were crippled he carried you he fed you everything don’t worry you slipped away for a little to clean up the mess in the kitchen before Jamil got back Kalim Babysitting is always an Experience to be Had for sure

Vil Schoenheit

• “Vil! I wanna Eat Carbs Heck you!!”

• if that’s not how Every story I do With Vil Starts I’ll be Gosh Danged

• “FINE EAT YOUR MAC AND CHEESE YOU’LL RUE THE DAY-“

• anyway after you stopped listening to him you looked him DEAD in the eyes and Shoved that frozen Mac and Cheese in the Microwave and slammed...Some Numbers In wow what a power move

• He Gasped and Power walked away

• You Laughing Manically Triumphantly

• But after awhile you felt kinda bad and decided to make some Carb free food for Vil as an Apology for Deliberatly and spitefully trying to make him Mad

• But that was the final nail in your microwaved coffin When you took out your Luckily not entirely burned Mac and Cheesies it was real hot like

• You were trying To get it to a plate Quickly And Spilled some on your Wrist Luckily Your Sexy mean Boyfriend was Here To save the day and wow he’s holding something”

“Sweet Potato?” He peeked through the Door and saw you Holding your Wrists in Pain he immediately walked in And Held them tenderly “I’m Sorry Sweet Potato things got heated I did get you a..Low Carb Meal at Olive Garden I Hope this Makes things up to you I know I can’t Control your life it’s just kinda my nature” You Smiled at him through the pain “It’s Fine Vil I got WAY too Mad I’m sorry I made you a salad” you both Enjoyed your food him feeding you yours then later he put some lotion on your Wrists

YES ITS BEST BOY-

Idia Shroud

• Omg it’s the best boy 🥺

• I mean I am not Partial to any character Do not worry I do not want to be in a Poly relationship with both Malleus and Idia

• So you wanted To Hang Out with your Boyfriend today he said sure but that he would be Busy doing raids with his Online friends you agreed and even said you’d bring snacks which you did

• Including Instant Ramen! My-I mean YOUR favorite

• you decided to show how reliable in the Kitchen you are to your boyfriend by making such a Delicacy for him while he doesn’t have the time to himself at the moment

• This is will work out Well

• You decide to do it in your kitchen and bring to him

• this will work out well

• You..ACTUALLY MAKE IT PERFECTLY

• You also Make it mostly towards his room before divine intervention Intervines and says That’s not the point of this fanfic idiot

• It probably mostly worked out for you cause you have the best taste tho so-

• Ortho Hears a Mighty Loud Catwerwhail (here’s hoping I spelled that right) and Comes to check whose outside the door

• “Big Sister/Brother?” He Quickly Runs some Water on your Shoulder and Bandages you Up And Leads you in Idia’s Room With the snacks in tow meanwhile he’s wondering if your Ok or not

“Idia Senpai!” You Sit next to him And he notices your Bandages “What Happened?” You look away a little Blushing a bit “I Spilled hot Instant Ramen on my shoulder Ortho parched me up though but! I brought the rest of the snacks though sor-“ Before you can apologize he Puts his Jacket on your shoulders “No I’m sorry for not noticing I would’ve...Tried to help” His sad expression turns into one of his Competitve smirks “I’ll Finish this Raid Boss so Quicker then you even Burned Yourself!” And He did cause he’s the best Gamer boy then you played Monoply With Him and Ortho cause he’s the best boy you have the best taste RAMEN TASTES SO GOOD-

Malleus Draconia

• My Second Love I mean nothing Let’s finish this I’ve been here since like 4 it’s 7 rn

• You invited Malleus to dinner And you wanted a Good Blanced Dinner!

• Chicken From Panda Express

• McDonald’s Chocolate Milk

• Some Patties from Burger King

• Oh Yeah Veggies!

• Wait! Everything’s Closed now!!! Y/N I KEPT TELLING YOU TO STOP BEING DUM-

• Oh you have some frozen Vegetables? Okay Touché

• You Toss them in the Microwave for 6 Minutes and get ready

• You dress as Nicely as Possible in 10 Minutes cause you plan Things Horribly apparently...not that I relete having been here for like at least 2 hours

• He’s Here~ him being Also the best boy is already setting the table with Magic cause he’s just nice like that and even Enchanted the food to be set on the table and the milk in the Glasses

• But you INSISTED to present The Vegetables

• “Child of Man I really don’t min-“ “No! I got this really!!”

• Let’s see how well that turned out for you

You got the Vegetables Outta the Microwave in such a Haste you didn’t even notice how hot it was and dumped it on the plate it wasn’t horribly burnt but was Horribly Hot Malleus was Amazed though “So Man’s Growing Vegetables in Bags now?..” he Reached to touch but you smacked his hand away so fast your hand touched the food and burned you “Ouch! I’m sorry Mal But it’s really hot” He immediately Understood and Summoned some Magical Water as he do and your burn was gone “I love you Child of man even though us Fae Can’t burn you tried to shield me anyway my sweet gentle Child of man”...Did you know that I ain’t know that?

I have a Masterlist it has all my X reader fics And my Oc Stuff I will be Adding this in like a day or 2 probably now if you’ll excuse me I never Wanna Look at another word again except also I’m literally probably gonna go read fanfic

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fallen-gravity · 3 years

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the calm after the storm

When Ford lost everything to Bill’s betrayal; his sleep, his only friend, his sense of security, his sanity, he thought for sure that at least, at the very least, he could still find comfort in the rumble of thunder and the spark of lightning, the same way he had as a child, because they were the one thing Bill couldn’t bend and twist to his liking.

What a naïve fool he had been.

Notes: Here's my entry for Week 1 of @forduary! This year's prompts are based on fanfic and art tropes, which I think is a real cool way to handle a fandom-wide event like this! The prompt was "Hurt/Comfort", so I went with the good ol' American classic of Nightmares. I hope you enjoy!

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When Ford was a kid, he loved thunderstorms more than anything else.

Thunder and lightning were his siren songs. When most people would reasonably be tucked away at home with a book or spent the day in bed, Ford would hear thunder and it would be his cue to kick off his bed covers, put his shoes on, and drag Stan out of the house with him to go exploring.

Thunderstorms were one of the only guarantees that the beach would be abandoned on a summer’s afternoon. If Ford wanted to go exploring for buried treasure in the sand, a dark and stormy afternoon was always going to be his best bet. Best of all, the storm brought things from the ocean onto the shore with its ravenous winds, and lightning strikes brought sea glass, which he and Stan would sneak home in their pockets.

In his college years, when he was too busy studying for any hands-on exploration outdoors, thunder and lightning no longer excited him as much as it did when he was a child. Rather, it filled him with a sense of comfort and nostalgia. If he were working at his desk in his dorm room when it began to rain, he would gather everything together and continue to work on his bed so he could look out his window at the rain as he worked.

It would not be until his early years in Gravity Falls that the excitement from his childhood would return to him. Thunder and lightning would bring frightened anomalies to his back porch seeking refuge from the pounding rain, and all he had to do if he wanted to take notes was take a peek out his back window.

When he lost everything to Bill’s betrayal; his sleep, his only friend, his sense of security, his sanity, he thought for sure that at least, at the very least, he could still find comfort in the rumble of thunder and the spark of lightning, because they were the one thing Bill couldn’t bend and twist to his liking.

What a naïve fool Ford had been back then.

He’s hanging in shackles in the Fearamid. The stench of his own smoking skin fills his nose and waters his eyes, and if not for the chain clenched tightly around his neck he’d surely be vomiting at the sensation.

“You ready to talk now?” Bill’s shrill voice pierces through Ford’s skull.

“Never!” Ford shouts, his chains jingling as he speaks. “I’ll die before you get a single word out of me!” He spits at Bill’s feet.

Bill squints, and for a moment Ford thinks he’s about to start shocking him again. He braces for impact, but the shock never comes.

Instead, Bill groans like he’s bored.

“You’re no fun anymore, Sixer” Bill crosses his arm. “It’s always no, I won’t reactivate the portal, and no, I won’t join you in the nightmare realm, and no, I won’t hand over the rift. I’m sick of it!”

Bill raises his hand to snap his fingers, and the color drains from Ford’s face. He does everything he can to avoid the impact of whatever Bill’s about to do to him, attempting to squirm backwards and yank his wrists loose, but he doesn’t budge so much as an inch.

Bill snaps his fingers, and Ford squeezes his eyes shut, and…

He’s being lowered to the ground. Ford pops an eye open, just to make sure Bill’s not playing tricks on him, or that he’s shrinking, but…no, his feet really are being lowered to the ground.

Ford’s shackles disappear, and he rubs at his tender wrists. “I…” he tries to bite, but he’s too baffled to finish his sentence. “I don’t understand”

“You want to play games with me so badly, then let’s play a game” Bill’s voice becomes distorted as his feet slam to the ground so hard it cracks. Ford takes a few cautious steps backwards. Bill snaps his fingers again, and the entire interior of the Fearamid transforms into a labyrinth. “If you can find your way out of here before I catch up to you, I let you go.”

Ford swallows hard. “What’s the catch?”

“That’s just it!” Bill responds giddily. “If I catch you before you escape, you have to tell me the equation. I’m not asking anymore.”

“What…What about the kids?”

“Won’t touch a hair on their puny heads! I promise.” Bill tips his hat towards him. Ford…seriously doubts that, but if there’s any chance he can get out of here and bring Dipper and Mabel with him to safety, he’s taking it.

“Fine!”

Bill clasps his hands together. “Perfect,” he replies, his voice dark and low. A large timer suddenly appears on the ceiling. “And since I’m such a gracious host, I’m giving you a two minute head start.”

He snaps his fingers once more, and he sprouts four more limbs and grows about eight feet taller. “You’re gonna need it.”

Without waiting for another word, Ford blindly sprints off in a random direction. He’s read extensive papers discussing minotaurs and their labyrinths, and the common traps one could find in them, so he should be out of here in no time. Just as he’s about to round a corner, a sudden streak of lightning strikes the wall, and a large pile of debris blocks his path.

From somewhere behind him Bill lets out a sickeningly shrill laugh as Ford backtracks to go a different route. He tries running back in the direction he came in, but another lightning strike blocks that path, too.

“Time’s up!” Bill shouts, and Ford stumbles off down a random clear path. It’s not a very long one, because tween one blink and the next he’s smacking head first into Bill’s outstretched hand. The color drains from Ford’s face as he’s lifted from the ground to meet Bill’s….many, many eyes. He doesn’t say anything else, simply morphs his hand into a giant taser.

“No!” Ford attempts to squirm as Bill brings the taser closer to his neck. “No! You promised!”

“I promised you I wouldn’t touch the kids! I never said anything about you.”

“No!” Ford shouts, and just as the taser is about to come in contact with his skin, there’s a pressure on his arm, like someone’s gently pushing him.

Ford’s eyes fly open, and he nearly smashes his forehead against Mabel’s. His heart feels like it’s pounding hundreds of miles per hour, but it begins to slow when he realizes that he’s in his own room.

“Mabel?” he grips at his chest as he sits up. “What are you doing up?” He’d hate to have been the reason she woke up in the middle of the night.

She snorts as she takes a seat beside him on his couch. “It’s nine-thirty in the morning, Grunkle Ford, I’m always up this early!”

Ford’s about to ask how that could be when it’s still so dark in his room, but a roll of thunder outside his window answers that question for him. He flinches at the sound of it, and beside him Mabel places her tiny hand on top of his.

When he turns to meet her eyes there’s a deep sadness in them that could tear his heart in two. “Are you okay, Grunkle Ford?”

There isn’t nearly enough time in the universe to answer that question truthfully. He turns his hand to interlock his fingers with hers, and he squeezes gently. “I’m fine, sweetie, don’t worry about me”

She pouts, and returns the gesture of squeezing his hand. “I heard you talking in your sleep when I walked by. I wasn’t gonna bother you, but…” she turns her gaze towards the floor. “I…heard you say Bill’s name”

As if the universe itself were listening to her speak, a streak of lightning flashes across the sky at his name. Ford winces, and his grip on Mabel’s hand briefly tightens. She frowns, and scooches closer to rest her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, voice muffled by his turtleneck.

He knows that she still blames herself for Weirdmageddon. She had come into the lab in the basement not too long ago and told him everything; from the argument she got into with Dipper to handing the rift over to Bill’s awaiting hands. It nearly broke his heart in two to see her so heartbroken and afraid. He’d told her that it wasn’t her fault, and that it was nearly inevitable it was going to happen eventually. She seemed to accept that, and hadn’t said anything about it to him since.

Still, he knows better than most that the guilt never truly leaves you be, and that it tends to sneak up from behind and eat you alive when you least expect it to.

“No need to be sorry, my dear” Ford replies, winding an arm around Mabel to hold her closer. “I’ve been having these sorts of nightmares since far before Weirdmageddon ever happened.”

“Then…why last night?” Mabel looks up at him, her soft brown eyes pooling with worry.

“Well, if I had to hazard a guess…” Ford taps at his chin. Before he can give it much more thought, another streak of lightning crackles outside, which makes him flinch. Mabel’s gaze switches back and forth between Ford and the window behind them, and she jumps up to her feet.

“That’s it!” she shouts, spinning towards him with a…very out of place grin plastered to her face. She takes his hands in her own. “Grunkle Ford, are you afraid of thunderstorms?”

Ford blushes so hard that his ears burn. “It…hasn’t been a fear I’ve had since childhood, but it seems like in turn of recent events…” He tugs awkwardly at the collar of his turtleneck.

“Aww, you don’t have to be so modest, Grunkle Ford! I’m not gonna judge you.” She offers a hand out to him, smiling sweetly. “As a matter of fact, I know a cure for just the thing, if you’d follow me”

A soft chuckle escapes Ford as he takes her up on her offer. He places his hand in hers, and she helps tug him to his feet. She guides him by the hand out of his room and towards the living room. Stan must still be asleep, because his recliner is unoccupied.

“Here we are!” She pats at the armrest with her free hand. “There’s a few things I need to put together, but you can sit right here while I go grab them.” She gently pats at his forearm. “You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about the rest”

…Interesting choice of words, but Ford doesn’t question them. He takes a seat in Stan’s recliner, and as soon as he kicks his feet up Mabel beams and skips off in another direction. He doesn’t have long to wonder what she could be planning, because only about a minute or two passes before a giant pile of blankets comes walking back into the room.

Mabel drops the pile in front of the recliner with a grunt. “There we go!” She grins, clasping her hands together. “This should be plenty enough for our pillow fort”

“Our…pillow fort?”

“Yeah!” she beams. “Pillow forts are like, the number one cure for everything, right behind hugs and glitter.” She nods matter-of-factly. “It’s science! You should know, Grunkle Ford” She says, and heads towards the kitchen to grab a few chairs.

Ford can’t help but smile warmly as he stands to help her. They gather all of the chairs from the kitchen and place them in a large circle around the recliner, spaced out just enough that there’s plenty of crawlspace between them and just close enough together to prevent the blankets from falling off. Once Mabel is satisfied with their placement, she begins placing the blankets on top of the chairs, letting the larger blankets come all the way to the floor to act as entrances to the fort. It’s a touchup of the blankets here and a small adjustment of the chair placements here, and Mabel steps back to admire their work.

“And...That should do it! I’m gonna go grab some more blankets and pillows for the inside, but you can feel free to head in without me” She beams, and she’s already off again before he can respond. Ford rolls his eyes at her fondly, and gets down onto his hands and knees to crawl inside the fort.

The change of scenery is instantaneous, in every meaning of the word. The inside of the fort is dark, save for the beams of light from the room outside seeping through the gaps of the blankets. It’s warm, from the heat trapped within each of the blankets. It’s quiet, so much so that the pounding of the rain on the windows sounds like nothing more than a muffled drizzle. It’s comfortable, despite the only available seat being the floor itself.

It’s a sensory deprivation tank without the claustrophobia; a safe space Ford could see himself losing time to.

“Hey!” Mabel’s cheery voice cuts smoothly through the silence. She crawls through the blanket flap with an armful of blankets and a bowl full of fresh popcorn. “Sorry that took so long, I figured if we were gonna spend the whole afternoon in here that you were gonna want a snack” She places the bowl of popcorn on the ground between them, and hands Ford a pillow.

Ford gently squeezes the pillow to his chest. “Mabel?”

“Yeah?”

Ford can feel the heat rising to his cheeks. “How did…how did you know?”

She cocks her head. “How’d I know what?”

“How did you know that…all of this would work?”

“Oh!” Mabel grins. “Pssh, that’s easy. Don’t tell Dipper I told you this, but he was absolutely terrified of rain when we were younger. It didn’t even have to be storming out, just as long there was rain falling from the sky. And all it took for him to calm down was tearing apart our beds and building a fort, so I figured that since you two are like, the same exact person that it would work for you too!” She gently taps at her forehead. “You two aren’t the only smart twins around here”

Ford laughs, winding an arm around her to bring her close to him. “Thank you, sweetheart. It’s working wonders”

The grin that spreads across her face could burn out the sun. She reciprocates his gesture, winding a tiny arm around him and resting her head on his chest.

Growing up, he’d been taught that there was no place for fear. Fear made you weak, and the only way to deal with it was to harshly beat it down until it was no more. You were to show fear that you were strong, and tough, and succumbing to it could only lead to your demise.

Worst of all, Ford believed it wholeheartedly. Shutting himself out from the world, sacrificing sleep, and comfort, and love, Ford truly believed he was winning his battles. There was nothing to fear if he had nothing at all.

But now, sitting in this tiny little fort made of love, listening to the rain with his great-niece by his side, he realizes that this is what he’s needed all along. You don’t defeat your fears by beating them into the ground, you defeat them with love, the love of those who care enough about you to fight by your side. And even though thunder is not tangible, something he can reach out and mold to his liking, he knows that in time, he will be back out there, learning to love the rain again with his long-lost childhood wonder.

And as he finds himself dozing off in the warmth of his niece’s arms, Ford knows that this storm will only be the first of many of its kind.

He looks forward to each of them.

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erekiosuncreativeideas · 3 years

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The Part-Time Puppeteer - Chapter 09

<= Chapter 8

Summary : Lukas gets to have a conversation with a friend.

Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/23828971/chapters/81432325

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Heehooo, new chapter ! I hope you'll like it !

Thank you again for all your comments, likes and reblogs. You're always making my day !

I get to see them when I wake up and let me tell you, this is the best thing I could get before going to work. Thank you so much.

This fanfic also makes me realize I'm not as bad at writing slice of life stuff as I first thought- Huh, good to know.

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Chapter 8 - “Was… Was he always like this?”

It was such a strange feeling for Lukas… Having won that duel when he had been so convinced he had no chance to begin with. He had been prepared so much to be downgraded to being a stagehand again that he had never truly considered what he’d do if he ever beat MJ.

So… He was an actor, now? The realization seemed surreal, like he was just imagining things… And yet, here he was, sitting in the staff break room, staring into space. His body was there, but his mind was somewhere else, lost in thoughts and unable to focus on the current situation. Even when other stagehands had come to congratulate him, telling him they were happy he put the diva in his place… He replied, saying thanks and every variant of it, without really being there at all.

In hindsight, the fact he had won wasn’t the reason he was feeling like this- it was that it had been so easy. Just like DJ Grooves had said, it was… A switch to flip. Sure, it required him to put his anxiety aside- but on this particular occasion, the anger he had felt towards MJ had been a way to temporarily shift his… Priorities, in some ways.

What the investor had said regarding the show had created quite the mess in the crew. While the Conductor and DJ Grooves had joined him for a private meeting regarding the scenario, most of the stagehands seemed lost. Lukas couldn’t blame them- with how the project had been questioned, it was hard to know whether to continue their job or wait for new instructions. A lot of them were exchanging thoughts about the whole thing: how they had been lucky most of the search of actors hadn’t officially started, how they were worried about a lot of their work going to waste… It was all understandable.

To think he might have been with them, perplexed about the same things… Apparently, fate had decided something else for him.

His attention was caught by the sound of a door opening, and he lifted his head. He didn’t know how much time had passed since the directors had started their meeting or how long he had been sitting in there… But he was pretty sure it had been at least a good hour. And so, when the student recognized Mike through the door frame, a feeling of confusion settled over him. Wait, didn’t he go to comfort his asshole of a twin…?

When the two young men’s eyes met, the puppet maker’s expression lightened up slightly. It didn’t take long for Lukas to understand his friend had been looking for him. Thus, he wasn’t surprised when he saw the other approaching him, before sitting next to him at the table.

-“Hey,” Mike greeted him, his voice clearly showing things hadn’t gone so well with MJ.

-“Hey,” he answered back, his expression turning concerned: “You alright?” he asked. He didn’t want to ask about the actor unless his friend actually wanted to talk about it- contrary to some people, he had been raised with manners and tact.

Said friend put his elbows on the table, leaning in as he rubbed his face:

-“I wish I could say yes, but I’m not,” he replied honestly. His mismatched eyes glanced at him, a sigh leaving his lips: “It’s not because of you,” he assured, probably not wanting Lukas to feel guilty. Well, too bad, he kinda did, with how upset Mike seemed to be.

-“Do you… Want to talk about it?” he offered, wanting nothing but to help his friend to feel better.

At his question, the puppet-maker remained silent, as if he were hesitating. Lukas waited patiently- he knew that if Mike needed to open his heart, then he would, but if he didn’t want to, then… It simply meant he wasn’t ready to, which was fine. The law student wasn’t going to force him. Eventually, though, Mike sighed again, moving his hands back to the table as he answered:

-“Morg- MJ, I mean, he’s not… He’s not a bad person,” his voice was faltering and he had to rub his eyes to hold back his tears: “I know he’s not easy to deal with, but… But he’s a nice person once you get to know him.”

“How much do you need to dig to find that ”nice person“, deep down?” Lukas thought to himself with sarcasm, but he did everything he could to keep those words to himself. Mike being related to that diva, the former most likely wasn’t objective- hell, Lukas’ relatives certainly weren’t perfect, but he still loved them nonetheless.

-“I’m sure he is,” he lied, his tone kind and comforting. With how Mike was dealing with everything, it wasn’t hard to guess some things had been said between the twins, and that it probably wasn’t the first time nor the last. Sure, Lukas couldn’t stand that guy, and the current situation wasn’t improving that, but he had no right to judge Mike for loving his brother. Still, what a great relationship… Not.

The puppet-maker sniffed and looked away. His eyes were getting red, just like his nose.

-“Sorry for… What he said to you,” Mike added after a minute: “And for… Him trying to punch you.”

-“It’s… It’s fine,” the student assured him, even if it wasn’t. Still, his friend didn’t need to hear that right now. Apparently, the other instantly noticed Lukas had just lied, as a weak scoff left his mouth, an insincere smile taking place onto his lips.

-“It’s not, you can say it,” he admitted with a shrug: “You wouldn’t be the first one to tell me that, anyway.”

Lukas turned his head, caught red-handed. Well, at least he had tried, he supposed… It was obvious Mike had gone through unpleasant conversations about his brother’s behavior- lying about everything being fine most likely wasn’t a good thing to do in those circumstances. The puppet-maker wasn’t stupid, after all.

-“Was… Was he always like this?” the young man dared to ask, slowly turning back to his friend, hoping this wouldn’t offend him. But it didn’t- on the contrary, Mike imitated him, facing him again. His expression showed sadness, pain, but also… Inner conflict.

-“… No, he wasn’t,” he shook his head, taking a deep breath as he tried to repress other, new tears: “A lot of stuff happened when we were kids, and… That left a mark. He’s never been the same since then.”

-“Do you… wanna talk about that?” the student asked, hinting at whatever trauma MJ had gone through. However, his friend frowned:

-“No. No, I don’t- I can’t,” he breathed out, leaning back against his chair: “Look, I’m… Not supposed to talk about that. It’s very… Personal, and I guess it just… Slipped out,” his eyes glanced to Lukas apologetically: “Sorry. I promised not to talk about it again, and he… Really wouldn’t like the fact I told you.”

Lukas tilted his head to the side with a wince- yeah, that was understandable. Still, he couldn’t help but be curious about what Mike was so secretive about. What kind of trauma could justify acting like an asshole to everyone? Sure, one could have gone through a lot of stuff, but that didn’t allow them to be a bitch to their friends and especially not their family! With how hard Mike was trying, it was frustrating to see the diva just… Hurting his own twin because he was frustrated or angry.

-“No, it’s fine- I get it,” he agreed, deciding not to push the topic any further: “You don’t have to tell me. Is he still around?”

-“No,” Mike shook his head, his breathing finally calming down through efforts: “He’s gone back home. I always tell him to when he needs to… Calm down.”

-“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Lukas asked out of politeness. To be completely honest, he couldn’t care less about MJ’s tantrum, but it was obvious his friend needed to speak about it. Comfort was the minimum he could offer for that.

-“I don’t… I don’t know,” the other confessed, rubbing his face again while his eyes stared into space: “It has never been that badbefore. I’m not gonna lie, this kind of thing happens… A lot. But this time, he just… Refused to talk to me. Usually, I can get him to speak his heart a little, you know? Today, he ignored me and drove back home- he didn’t even look at me.”

“What a jerk, what a jerk, what a fucking jerk,” Lukas did his best to keep that thought to himself again. Seriously, how could one act like an entitled brat that much?

-“Why… Uh,” he paused, joining his hands together as he struggled to find the right words to convey what he wanted to say: “Okay, this is going to sound bad no matter what I say, but… If he’s acting like that to you, his own brother, why would you… Keep trying?” At his sentence, Mike looked up, frowning at him- of fuck, he had been too direct, he should have kept his mouth shut: “I-I mean, don’t get me wrong, I understand why! But… You seem really upset, and you said it kept happening, so, you know…”

The student was now rambling, trying really hard to make up for his lack of tact, but eventually, Mike’s frown turned into a weak, genuine smile:

-“Because I love him,” he answered as if it were blatantly obvious: “And I guess… Because I feel guilty too,” he then admitted, looking away with an ashamed expression. Well… That was new. Him, feeling guilty? But what for? After all, Mike was perhaps one of the nicest person he had met! Apparently, his confusion must have been quite visible as the puppet-maker sighed.

-“Listen, I really can’t talk about this, it’s… Like I said, it’s something very personal for MJ. Still, well… MJ and I went through a lot when we were kids, but he had it much worse than I did. Compared to him, my childhood was easy. So… I kinda feel like I owe him my help, now that it’s over, because I couldn’t be there for him years ago. That’s all I can tell you.”

The law student fell silent- yeah, he could get what the other was saying. Still… He couldn’t help but feel like Mike was putting his own feelings to the side, prioritizing MJ’s first. It wasn’t healthy. A simple look at the puppet-maker was enough to see how upset he was!

-“Does he… Know you feel that way?” Lukas dared to ask, a bit hesitant after his previous question.

A soft and sad scoff left Mike’s lips:

-“No. I haven’t told him- but trust me, it’s fine, I’mfine,” he replied, his expression showing more determination: “I want to help him the best I can. I know he doesn’t actually want to hurt me, and that’s all I need.”

It took Lukas a lot of willpower not to retort anything about that, and so he simply nodded. Oh, he wanted to tell Mike he didn’t have to play the role of a punching bag, that he didn’t have to feel guilty about something that had happened when he was literally a child… But it was clear that Mike wasn’t going to change his mind. Plus, it wasn’t like he could have a say in this, he was just a stranger. He had no idea what had happened during the twins’ childhood and… Well, even if he didn’t think any of that would justify MJ’s actions… He still had to give both of them the benefit of the doubt.

Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but feel like this was really unfair.

-“Thanks,” the other added, visibly glad Lukas hadn’t insisted. He let out a sigh before glancing at his watch, his eyes widening as he quickly stood up: “Crap, my break’s over,” he mumbled, and then spoke louder: “I need to repair some costumes. I’ll, uh, see you soon.”

-“Oh, yeah,” the student nodded awkwardly: “Good luck.”

-“I’ll definitely need some of that…” the puppet-maker sighed again and quickly left the break room, barely looking back. His face had looked so stressed, but Lukas couldn’t blame him: with what had happened with his twin and the fact that his work had gone to waste… Yeah, that seemed to be a lot. Furthermore, Lukas guessed Mike had to postpone the work on the new puppet, considering he had to wait for the new script to be validated. Poor guy wasn’t going to design a new character when no one even knew said character’s personality yet.

The young man let out a sigh, his eyes glancing around: what was he supposed to do, now? He had been promoted, sure, but what could he do if he had to wait for his role to be remade from scratch? Even the other stagehands didn’t know what to do! It sure was a weird situation to be in. Maybe he could lend a hand to whoever needed it? There had to be someone out there needing assistance or something…

After taking a deep breath, Lukas stood up and left the break room. His legs led him through the different part of the studio, hoping to find something to do. At some point, he passed in front of a door, where loud voices could be heard through it- the Conductor’s, Grooves’ and the investor’s. Well, seemed like it was the meeting room, which was probably the last place Lukas wanted to be right now. It didn’t sound like they were arguing, no, it sounded more like an intense discussion. He couldn’t understand anything, as the voices were muffled, though it was enough for him to quicken his pace.

He then found a group of stagehands ready to put the props and backgrounds for the Moonjumper’s home back in a closet, never to be seen again. There were a lot of stuff and so, naturally, the young man decided to help them. The stagehands he joined were touched by the attention and thanked him for it. Once they were done, they offered Lukas to tag along for other tasks, and he happily accepted. Not like he had anything else to do anyway and, well, it was always a good thing to be close to the crew.

Hah, helping the stagehands… Not something MJ would do, huh?

In any case, the hours passed and most of the work was done by the evening, when it was time to leave. After saying goodbye to his co-workers and making a quick stop to Mike’s workshop for the same reason, the young man took the last bus of the day and headed home. What a day this had been… Lukas’ mind was unable to think anymore- how could he, after everything that had happened in only a few hours? His shift had been… Wild, to say the least.

Once he got home, the first thing he did was to let himself fall on his couch. Were all of his shifts going to be so exhausting…? He sighed in one of the cushions, already feeling tired enough to fall asleep- nope, he still needed to eat and do his homework. Doing the latter after such a day of work sounded terrible, though he didn’t have a lot of choice, as he didn’t want to procrastinate. Plus, thankfully, law was something he was interested in, so at least it wasn’t boring, just… Time-consuming.

After the previous night, he really, reallyneeded to sleep a good amount of hours. With that new, motivating goal in mind, the young man hurried up to put a quick meal in the microwave. As he ate, he started his homework in the meantime, his tired brain doing his best to produce a good essay. Thankfully, it was a short one, allowing him to go to sleep earlier than what he had first thought. And so… He went to bed, his head full of memories from today. He wondered what the next day would have in store for him…

It actually took two weeks for the studio to get a new, validated version of the script. In the meantime, Lukas kept helping the other stagehands the best he could. He visited Mike in his workshop during his breaks, trying to see if his friend was feeling better. It took a few days but soon enough, they were back at talking about various topics. Visiting Mike also let him have a look at the new character designs the other was preparing, various versions he was planning to show the directors, so they could pick a particular design. All of them were really different from one another.

Lukas didn’t get the opportunity to read the script yet, as the Conductor and DJ Grooves wanted to be sure it was perfect before showing it to the team this time. However, Mike had gotten some information on the new characters and changes, as he had to design them and couldn’t do so without knowing their personality. Thus, the other shared him the secret info he had been given- and so, apparently, the new character was going to be a ghost ruling over a forest or something like that… Mike wasn’t given too much information on the setting itself, but the student still got to learn that this character was going to be charismatic, sadistic, and mischievous. From what the puppet-maker had learned, he told Lukas the directors were most likely inspired by his performance to write this new character.

This was… Really flattering. For days, he had thought they had disliked his improvisation, but it seemed like he was wrong. Learning that made his day- his week, even!

Eventually, the script was finally ready and finished, with the investor’s approval. Lukas received a copy and was told to read his parts for the day after, so he could get familiarized with this new character. He was… Strangely excited to do so, knowing this character was based on him. In the meantime, the crew made another audition announcement, this time featuring all the new characters and removing the ones that were cut.

Lukas didn’t think he would be one of those people but… He actually couldn’t wait to go back to his job!

… Too bad this passion was going to be stained in the near future.

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Oh boy I love ending my chapter ominously huh

=> Chapter 10

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fredweesleyismyslut · 4 years

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No More Secrets - Tim Drake x reader

A/N: One of my many interests is reading comic books sometimes and in middle school I got really into the robins and batman, so this is me living out my fantasy of dating my favorite by writing Tim Drake fanfic haha. Anyways, twas also written at 12am like most of my writings nowadays because apparently I like writing when I’m running on 3 hours of sleep and 2 cups of coffee at night. So, before I ramble more I’m gonna stop here, so I hope you enjoy this and have a good whatever it is where you live/whenever you’re reading this and if it’s not good it’ll get better! Byeeeee!

Staring at the clock, it felt as if it was mocking you, ticking the seconds away as you waited for your boyfriend to show. Muttering under your breath you said to yourself, “Of course he’s a no show.” You had prepared dinner for him at home, it was your two year anniversary and you had a surprise for him. Sighing you ran your hand through your hair, looking at your phone the last time that Tim had texted you back, you texted one last time, Hey, babe. I’m gonna head to bed it’s getting late. Before he could text back or call you turned your phone off, done for the night, not wanting to be bothered. Tim Drake, your boyfriend, was somehow always busy and missed all your dates, and now he’s missed your anniversary. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if it wasn’t for the fact that, yet again, he’s missed more than half the dates you’ve ever been on. I mean you probably hang out with his brothers more than he hangs out with you. You can count more than once that Dick, his older brother, had come out and eaten dinner with you instead because you had made reservations and Tim couldn’t make it. Groaning you stretched, allowing the air to be released from your joints as you stood up and ignored the dishing, promising yourself you would wash them the next morning.

The next morning, you heard the doorbell ringing, someone was nonstop ringing the bell as you finally jolted from the bed, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Opening the door, you questioned, “Why are you ringing the doorbell like a madman at 6am?!” Wiping the grogginess from your eyes, you focused, “Oh, Tim. Hey, what’s up?” You stood at the door, as you continued, “I thought it was the kids next door, they usually come over for breakfast since their mom leaves early.” He nodded as he shuffled his hands together, as he smiled softly, “Can I come in?” You nodded, moving aside, as he walked past you, “I’m sorry.” was the first thing that came out of his mouth as soon as he made it in, “I didn’t mean to ditch you last night, I was-” You cut him off quickly, eyes shooting holes into him, you swear if looks could kill...he’d already be dead. “Oh, let me guess, you were busy, just like every other time.” You scoffed softly, as you went over to get water, “Let me guess again, you bailed because last-minute your neighbor’s house burned down and you had to go save everyone?” Tim frowned softly, “Y/n, baby, I promise it’ll never happen again.” You rolled your eyes softly, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep Timmy.” His hand reached for yours as you quickly pulled away, as if his hand was made from fire, “Be honest with me Tim, are you just not interested anymore?” you moved to the far corner and crossed your arms over your chest as if protecting your heart from hurt, “In the two years we’ve been together I can count maybe three times that we’ve had a date where you didn’t bail last minute. I mean what is going on, did you just have fun playing with me?” Tim’s face turned into one of appalling, “I would never y/n, you know that.” “Do I? Honestly, at this point I don’t know whether I’m dating you or your brothers. I’ve been on more dates with them where they haven’t bailed than dates with you.” Tim opened his mouth to reply but quickly closed it, instead walking closer, “Darling, please, just listen.” You flinched at his touch, as you pulled away, trying to keep your voice in control you took a deep breath. “Did you ever even love me, Tim?” He flinched at those words as his voice took on a pleading tone, “Babe, you mean the world to me you know that. Please don’t do this.” You shook your head, “I can’t do this anymore. This whole wondering if you love me, wondering if you’re not showing up because I’m not enough.” You choked back a sob as you pointed to the door, “Get out.” Tim tried to step closer before you shouted, “Get the hell out, Drake!” His face clouded with hurt at your words and the use of his last name, as he slowly walked out, but before he did he left a small box on the counter. You walked up to it slowly, opening it to find a necklace with a ring attached to it. You felt tears sting your eyes as you quickly went to calm your thoughts before work.

After work, you were walking back home when you heard a child crying in one of the alleys. You thought to yourself, Maybe someone else will help…, but as you thought that guilt crept into your head and you quickly turned around heading in the direction of the sound. Was it an incredibly stupid idea to go into an alley in Gotham, especially by yourself, yes but if there really was a child in need you had to help. Quickly rounding the corner, you looked around not seeing a child anywhere, “What the hell….” you muttered to yourself as you walked in deeper. Breath quickening as you stepped further in, you felt a sharp sting in the back of your head as your knees buckled. Your head stung and you felt something trickling down the back of your head, ears ringing and vision going fuzzy. You looked up, seeing a large man standing over you with a bat in his hand, “Told ya it’d lure her in…” he said, looking at someone in the corner, as a voice responded, “Couldn’t help yourself huh? You just had to be a hero.” Wincing at the pain in your head, you tried to say something but all that left your mouth was a pained groan, as the man atop you was about to grab your shoulder something whizzed past your vision as the man whirled around shouting in pain. Whatever it was, it had grazed his arm and he was bleeding slightly, as he glanced around, holding his bat tightly. From somewhere behind you there was a loud thud as the man in front of you yelled, “Hey, who are you?!” A figure dressed in red ran past you as the two started fighting. The one in the red suit was gliding around as if he was a butterfly, gracefully avoiding the man’s blows, and throwing his own blows that hit the man each time.

Soon, the fight was over as the one in the red suit hit the man with a final blow, kicking his bat out of his hand and knocking him out. “You okay?” he asked, voice quite familiar to your ears, as he walked up, “You really shouldn’t be walking around in alleys by yourself, especially not in Gotham.” You groaned, trying to sit up, “I- There- I know. It was stupid.” He held his hand out as you accepted, pulling you up with ease, he looked at you. Finally, uncomfortable from the gaze you broke first, “Ummmm...thank you for that. I’m sure you get that a lot since, y’know, I’m assuming you do this every day, but seriously...thanks” He nodded mouth sliding into a tight line as he seemed to be considering something, “Do you want me to take you home, miss?” You were about to decline but felt your knees wobble slightly, “I’ll take that as a yes? I don’t think you’ll make it home without falling on your pretty face.” You smiled softly, “Are you flirting with me?” “I’m trying. Is it working?” Chuckling softly you smiled, as a slight frown replaced it quickly, “I have a boyfriend...sorry.” The man nodded, “I figured….pretty girl like you.” Laughing you smiled, “We’re actually having kind of a fight right now…” you glanced up at him, frown deepening, “I said some harsh stuff to him that I didn’t mean...I’m only saying this to you because we’ll probably never see each other again or at least hopefully not I would prefer to not have my life needing saving every day.” He smiled, “That would definitely be preferable. If I had to save you more than three times I would call it fate at that point.” He was holding you tightly as he swept from rooftops using his grappling hooks or whatever it was called, “Do you believe in fate?” you asked, keeping your eyes on his face, too afraid to glace down. “I’m not sure...Do you?” “Avoiding the question huh? Well...I thought I did. I think I thought fate brought me and boyfriend together...y’know that whole true love and soulmate mumbo jumbo the whole deal.” Laughing at yourself you continued, “I just...I really loved him and I don’t think he felt the same. I was always second most important to whatever it was he did in his free time. All the secrets just became too much...does that make me selfish?” The vigilante shook his head, “I think it makes you honest. You deserve someone who puts you first...someone who doesn’t keep his life a secret from you.”

A couple more minutes and you had arrived at your balcony, “Thanks, for everything tonight and the free therapy session.” you smiled, as he set you down. “No problem, y/n.” You turned around quickly at the mention of your name, “How do you know my name?” you questioned, maybe I let it slip? You thought but you were pretty sure you hadn’t even said your name once, then the idea that his voice sounded familiar set in. “I-uh…” he muttered as you slowly walked up, placing your hand on his cheek, “Tim? Is it you?” you asked gently, as your hand crept up to the edge of his mask, “Can I?” He nodded softly, as you pulled it away, “It is you. I would recognize your voice anywhere.” Tim shuffled awkwardly as he glanced at his feet, charisma from two minutes ago gone now that the mask was off. Then another thought set in, “Were you following me?” you questioned eyes slanting slightly. Tim’s eyes widened as he replied, “You’re missing the big picture here...I kinda saved you...” You laughed slightly as you punched his chest, “I’m messing with you...although I am kind of embarrassed that I complained about you to y’know...you.” Tim smiled softly, “Nothing you said was wrong though... This-” he said as he gestured to himself, “Is a big part of who I am, and I kept it from you it was unfair, especially after two years of you being patient every time I bailed.” He stepped closer, closing the gap as he held your chin, “You deserve to know about this part of me. You mean everything to me y/n y/l/n, I love you.” You leaned into his touch as you smiled softly, as he continued, “I promise I’ll never keep a big secret like this from you again...I just didn’t want to put you in danger and didn’t realize I was hurting you more by keeping you away. If you will, I’d like to make it up to you, maybe dinner tomorrow?” You nodded softly, as you placed a kiss to his cheek, “I’m glad you came to your senses and just so we’re clear you keep things this big from me again then Gotham’s safety will be the least of your worries, Timothy.” He gulped slightly, as he muttered, “Okay, I promise, no secrets especially not big ones.” Then you grabbed his shoulders pulling him down to your height, “How bout you start making it up to tonight? I think Gotham can wait for one night…” Tim grinned cheekily as he pressed his lips to yours, “I’m sure Bruce won’t mind.” You pulled away quickly, “Wait, Bruce, as in Wayne, as in your father? He’s Batman?!” You realized then that your world was about to get a lot more interesting and your homework was going to be the least of your worries when your boyfriend and his family were vigilantes by night.

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crimsonwolfie · 4 years

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“I Can’t Lose You” — Hamish Duke x Reader (The Order)

Hi! So this is my first ever completed fanfic i have ever written so please give me feedback and if you want me to write more! This is a “The Order” fanfic because i’ve recently become obsessed with this show and in specific, Hamish Duke. Darn he’s so cute! Also there needs to be more fanfics for this fandom so i thought i’d try! Hope you guys like it!!! Sorry this one is a bit of a sad one, but sometimes sad ones are THE ones you know?

Warnings: character death, guilt, just overall sadness tbh. Don’t read if you’re in a good fluffy mood lmao

Word count: 3,500

Pairing: Hamish Duke x Reader (also slightly Knights x Reader)

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Edward (or should i say, grand Magus)’s plan for world domination was going too smoothly, and everyone was worried. The Knights of St Christopher and Alyssa knew they had to do something, even if it meant death. Even though you were only human, not a knight nor a member of The Order, you still wouldn’t let anything happen to your friends. Especially Hamish - he’s different. You have a soft spot for him, an unrequited love even...never mind if he’s a little older than you.

You walk into the knights’ house to see Vera pottering around the room, searching through books and handling strange objects in her hands.

“The hell is she doing here?!” Lilith screams, eyes changing with rage.

“It’s okay, she’s here to help” Alyssa replies, shrugging Randall’s hands off of her shoulders

“...fuck that WHY ARE YOU HERE DAMNIT?! Lilith practically roars after hearing and seeing Alyssa’s presence. Yeah her memories came back, but so did emotions linked to them.

“Lilith please, you have to calm down.” Alyssa reaches her hands out in an attempt to comfort Lilith, only to realise it made things way worse. You stand there unable to trigger what is even happening...heck you even felt betrayed when you found out Alyssa wiped Lilith’s memories of the order...now she feels like someone you used to know. You look down and notice Lilith’s claws start to come out and quickly you run over to stop “Kilith” making an appearance.

“Lilith i’m so glad you’re okay, what happened??” You ask, hugging your friend who surprisingly returns the hug.

“Thank YOU for noticing i’m alive. SEE I CAN SAVE MYSELF, THANKS FOR YOUR HELP GUYS!” She shouts, knowing the boys can clearly hear her.

“They’re just dumb, stupid idiots who messed with the wrong Knight, that’s all.” She smirks

“Well i’m glad you’re okay. We had a plan, you know” I say, gently squeezing her shoulder

“Why wouldn’t you. You can’t survive without me” she laughs, although she’s got a point.

Alyssa looks over to us, hovers her gaze and then looks away. Even though i can’t read her mind, i still see how she looks at me and Lilith and remembers painful memories of how they used to be this close. I just don’t understand why she doesn’t listen to us when we all say that The Order is bad for her, it’s just going to destroy her humanity. Even Jack agrees.

Randall, Jack and Hamish run over slightly shocked to see Lilith standing in the doorway. See here’s the thing, when i see Randall, i get happy. But in a comfortable way, like a sibling like love. When i see Jack, i just get annoyed and aggravated since he’s always up to no good...but when i see Hamish, it’s like the world is in slow motion. Nothing else matters until you see his face, or know he’s okay. He’s like your safe house, your anchor that brings you back to comfort and reality.

“Oh my god Lilith you’re here! How are you? Are you hurt? What the fuck are you wearing?” Randall blabs on, checking Lilith everywhere for marks or enchanted knife stabs

‘Okay since when has Randall shown so much care towards Lilith?’ You think...seems a bit forced in your opinion but oh well.

“Lilith! Urm...we kidnapped a child for you” Hamish stutters, happy to see Lilith but also confused about what is happening right now

“I’ve been kidnapped?!” a small child pipes up from the corner chair, eyes wide open and comic book stretched over his chest

“Oh for god’s sake” Vera huffs whilst flicking her finger towards the small child, instantly knocking him unconscious

“You what?” Lilith chokes, slapping Randall’s hands away from her face “why would you do that? Wait...he thinks his son is his only son right? So when he gets the child back he’ll still lose at his plan?”

“Exactly. Wait we’re letting an innocent child get killed? Isn’t there some fool-proof plan to make sure no one gets killed?!” You remark, earning a few sorrowful glances at your humanity

“There isn’t another way. It’s the only plan we have i’m afraid” Hamish replies, stepping towards you.

Alyssa and Jack look towards each other in synchronisation, as if they have a plan.

“Okay i think i have an idea, but Alyssa i’ll need your help” Jack says, nodding his head hopefully. “Whatever happens, make sure no one gets hurt”

After Jack and Alyssa leave, you step to the side and begin thinking of ways that you can not only save thousands of innocent lives, but also help save those you hold closest - Hamish, Lilith, Randall and Jack. If Edward wants to sacrifice his own son, then what if...

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” You turn around to see Hamish behind you, looking down at you with eyes of concern and care. His hand is on your shoulder, rubbing small circles with his thumb

“Nothing, just worried that’s all” you reply, hoping he doesn’t see through your act. You know he wouldn’t approve of your thoughts, so you keep them to yourself.

“It’s going to be okay, he doesn’t know Jack is his first born and without him, he’s failed. We’re gonna be okay.” He pulls you into his chest, instantly calming your nerves. It feels like forever when he hugs you, and how you wish you could freeze time in that moment as you lean into his warm touch and burry your face into his chest, his grip tightening on your upper and lower back for support. You can hear his heart beating, making you smile into his chest.

“You know, you really are a special human being” he hums as he gently strokes your head with his thumb “not just because you have a heart of gold, but because you manage to light a room up even if tragedy occurs”

You can’t help but coo at his words, smiling a smile so big into his chest. You look up to see that adorable little smirk he does, with his hair hanging down and his eyes fixated into yours.

“Awhh, Hamish. Thank you” your cheeks blush as he chuckles, before he lets go of you. Moments like this are your favourite, always.

You look over to see Vera staring outside the window, a panicked look on her face. You’ve never known The Order as you’re not a member, but you’ve heard plenty enough from Hamish and the others to know they’re no good. And that goes for Vera - she only helps if she gets something out of it. None of them have any genuine good in their hearts unless it involved selfishness.

“Okay we’ve got a problem, you have visitors” she turns around, announcing like some high monarchy jester...you can’t help but roll your eyes at her.

“What do you mean? Who’s coming?” Randall asks

“It’s the Order, they’re here for the child” Vera replies

“Well they aren’t getting him. We have to stop them” Lilith cries, actual seriousness in her voice...’damn i’m so proud of her’ you think as you remember how she felt no remorse in killing before.

“She’s right. C’mon” Hamish agrees. As Randall and Lilith go out and their hides come out, Hamish pulls you to the side.

“Y/N, you have to stay in here. It’s too dangerous and i don’t want to lose you okay? We need you here” he looks restless and panicked, a look you haven’t seen on his face so genuine before.

“I’ll be right here, it’s fine. Go!” You reply, kissing him on the cheek as a way to say ‘i’m not losing you either, idiot’. He leans into your kiss, holding his cheek with a smile after and then steps out of the door.

Vera seems to be the only one left inside, so you ponder over to her in an attempt to begin a conversation with her. ‘Maybe she isn’t as bad as the others?’ you think.

“Hey, Vera?” You ask hesitantly

“Urm...yes? Y/N isn’t it?” She replies whilst looking into her book of potions and concoctions

“Yeah, i was just wondering about a spell that could shape shift you into something...or someone else...is there one?” You ask, weary of trusting her

“Of course there’s such spell, it’s like the basics of magic” she replies “why?”

“I was just wondering. I mean, i don’t think this whole plan will work and...”

“You want to help.” She finishes your sentence

“...yeah. I know i’m no knight or member of The Order but i still want to help.” You stutter, playing with your fingers, twirling them around each other

“I see. So you want to shapeshift into someone else?” She replies, turning towards me in curiosity

“I guess...” you begin as you trail on about your plan in order to save everyone and especially, to save Hamish.

Time goes by and you receive a call from Jack

“Jack what’s wrong?” You ask as you hear Jack’s heavy breathing on the other end of the line

“It’s Alyssa, Edward’s got her. He’s got her and won’t give her back until he gets his son back...” he’s running it seems, panic set in his tone and regret “It’s all my fault, it’s my fucking fault. An innocent person is going to die either way because of me now. It’s Alyssa or his second child” he chokes up, clearly about to break down

“Jack, hey, Jack listen to me...it’s NOT your fault, you tried to save everyone and it doesn’t work that way, much like magic - There’s always a price to pay.” You look up to Vera, who sympathetically smiles at you with a sad smile

“Just get back here and we’ll figure something out okay? We’ll get her back, Jack. I promise” you softly say, hearing Jack calm down and agree. You hang up and linger for a second on your home screen - a picture of you and your friends. Hamish is sitting next to you with his arm around you tightly and his other arm holding a cocktail. He’s staring down at you laughing. Randall is on the other side of you, laughing with his head up as if he was mid throwing his head back in laughter. He’s holding one of your hands whilst his other arm is near Lilith. You’re leaning into Hamish’s chest, giggling and looking down with a blushed cheeks, whilst Lilith is sitting next to Randall but not touching anyone (no surprise there) and looking down at Jack laughing. Jack is in front of you all, making a silly face and lying on his side, with one leg up in the air and arm tucked under his head. You’ve all got smiles on your faces and look like a proper family, which is exactly how you see them all.

Vera sees you staring down at your phone, aware that you’re doing something she has never seen anyone willing to do before “You don’t have to do this, there must be another way” She pleas, but you both know no other way is guaranteed to fail Edward of his task. “It’s not too late. Think of what you’re losing”

“Vera i know, but i’m thinking of what i’m earning for those i love” i reply, tears welling in my eyes. Vera understands my position and agrees to help me.

An hour later

“Where’s Y/N? She should be here! She said she would keep safe” Hamish runs up and down the house looking for you, unaware of what’s to come. He’s beginning to get restless and worried more than ever now

“It’s okay, she said she went to get supplies for me. She’ll be back” Vera lies

“We don’t have anymore time. Edward will need a sacrifice by 12, which means we have 20 minutes. And if we don’t give him a sacrifice he’ll kill Alyssa” Jack cries

“I need to give him someone. Guys scrap the plan, i need to go. I have to. I’d never forgive myself if Alyssa dies. Not because of me” Jack screams, anger venting inside him. Randall approaches and tries to calm Jack down before things get messy or before something he regrets happens.

“I need to know Y/N is safe, i couldn’t live if she got hurt” Hamish joined in, gaining looks towards him in surprise but also...guilt...from Vera.

Hamish notices Vera’s guilty look and instantly begins changing into Tundra through anger built inside of him but also...fear.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” He practically growls at Vera, who holds her hands up to defend herself (as if that’s gonna stop a werewolf pftt). Vera begins to back away in fear of getting eaten alive, but Randall and Jack start to hold Hamish back, as his hide begins to hide again even as he fights against Jack and Randall’s grips

“It was her idea. She’s gone to stop Edward” Vera replies, eyes wide and hands ready to cast a spell as blood seeps from her palm.

“NO we need to stop her” Hamish cries as he breaks free from the boys’ arms and runs out the door, with the others following.

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Jack enters the temple to see Edward preparing for his final task - the sacrifice. Alyssa is standing to the side, hands behind her back. She’s been enchanted from performing any spells, as Edward clearly saw he couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Upon Jack’s entrance, Alyssa runs up to him and hugs him, suddenly realisation sets into her glare.

“Jack what are you doing here, you can’t be here he’ll kill you!” She whispers, gripping onto his arm.

“It’s okay, at least you and everyone else will be safe” he replies, rubbing her hand on his arm

“Jack, i don’t see my child...you do know what a trade means don’t you?” Edward mocks, standing straight and tall in an attempt to threaten Jack.

“Grand Magus, you need your first born for the spell to work. Correct? Therefore, i’m here.” He stands tall and strong, stepping in front of Alyssa in a way to protect her. Edward looks around sheepishly, confused at what is happening. He takes a step forward and demands Alyssa tells him the truth. “Is this true, Alyssa? Don’t lie to me. I will know.” He booms, face inches away from Alyssa’s.

Alyssa hesitates before Edward threatens to come closer “okay it’s true. Yes, Grand Magus. He’s your son” she cries, tears threatening to spill as her words came out.

“Very well. Honourable of you, Jack. I must admit. However, that is not a quality you pursue from me.” Edward mocks, as he drags Jack towards the table where the book is. Jack climbs onto the table, as Edward starts summoning words and phrases, eventually producing a knife. Magus takes out the knife from the book

“NO!” Alyssa cries out, tears streaming and hands trembling. Edward ignores her screams and raises the knife in the air, thickening the suspense. Footsteps can be heard from behind the temple doors, lots of them. They sound as if they are quickening towards the door. Jack’s face drops a single tear as Edward releases his arms from the air and stabs him in the chest with the knife. As soon as the knife has been released, the doors burst open and Jack appears. Edward double takes towards Jack, who is standing by the door with Hamish, Vera, Randall and Lilith. He then looks towards his “son” in front of him, only to see him fade into Y/N. Alyssa screams as she falls to her knees. Edward’s timer chimes, as he roars in pain and anger at his failure

“NO. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT” he screams at Y/N’s motionless body on the table. As he stares into the eyes of those before him, he directs his words at Jack

“See you in hell, son.” before he demises away. Hamish and the others run towards Y/N on the table, blood seeping out from her mouth and stab wound. Tears are shed from each person in the room, even Vera. Hamish holds you in his arms, praying that there is a way Y/N can be saved. “You promised me you’d keep safe. You promised me you wouldn’t get hurt” he chokes as tears pour from his bloodshot eyes.

“I...i’m sorry” you stutter, blood quickly spilling as you speak. “I need-“ you’re struggling to speak without choking on your own blood. “I needed to...to make sure you were...were safe” you cough up a pile of blood, as Hamish holds you tighter.

“We need you, i need you” he loudly wails as everyone surrounds you

“I love you, Hamish Duke” you manage to say before coughing even more and gasping for a breath

“Y/N why did you do this” Jack asks as guilt and fear cloud his voice. He grabs your hand and wipes your hair out of your face. His face is completely wet with tears, as well as everyone else’s.

“It’s the only way, to know you’d all be safe” you reply, your voice breaking with tears “and it worked” you half heartedly chuckled

“There’s got to be a way we can save her” Lilith cries out, looking towards Vera and Alyssa. They hang their heads low as their tears drop to the floor. There wasn’t a way, and you knew that. That’s why Vera warned you, but you knew the price you had to pay.

“What...what about a hide? What if that will heal her?” Randall pleads, looking up to his fellow Knights, to which they shake their head. A hide wouldn’t want a dying host.

“I love you so much and I didn’t get to tell you how i felt, Y/N. You’re the one person who makes me smile like never before and we never got the chance to go on dates” Hamish is rocking from side to side holding you in his arms, you look up to him and faintly smile at his confession

“It’s okay” you reply, bringing a bloody hand up to his face as you stroke his cheek with the last of your energy. He cups your hand with his hands, wet with his tears and your blood. His face has lost colour from watching the love of his life dying in his arms

“No it’s not okay. You can’t leave me, i can’t lose you. Y/N don’t close your eyes, don’t you dare close your eyes” he screams as his body shakes violently from shock and tragedy.

“Hamish, i’m alw-“ you’re interrupted from a violent coughing fit, as your face loses colour even quicker. “-always with you” you carry on “i have always loved you, and will till my last breath” you whisper as tears fall towards your pale, cold cheeks. Lilith and Randall are holding each other as Lilith is trying to stop your bleeding. It’s not working though. Hamish leans down and kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment as if he is treasuring this moment for an eternity to come.

“I’m thankful for you all” you begin, slightly lifting your head to see your family around you “you’re all my family, and i love you all so much” as you’re addressing them all, they whimper in pain and grab your hands, squeezing them tightly. Randall kisses your cheek and puts his forehead on yours, leaving a final kiss on your forehead. Lilith grips your hand tighter than ever before, thinking of your friendship and how she sees you as a sister, and to see her sister dying in front of her is something that will always haunt her. Hamish doesn’t want this to be real...he planned how he would tell you he loved you, where he would take you for your first date, the places you two would travel for road trips, the pets you two would get together, where he would propose to you...now he can’t. He never planned on telling you he loved you on your death bed, it’s destroying him.

“Thank you for everything, my family” you mutter faintly as your energy is leaving you. As you see the faces around you, you see what you always imagined you’d see before you die - your family surrounding you. That’s how you wanted it. With that, you smile one last time at Hamish, stroke his cheek with your thumb, then everything goes black and your body becomes numb. Your hand falls to the floor, and the Knights howl into the air with grief, pain and anger. They knew the Order was to blame for your death, and they would not let your death be in vain. You’d always be remembered in their pack, and with every moment they lived, they’d take a moment to think of you, and think of their love for you. How you saved people you didn’t know, and how you did it for them. Hamish never stopped thinking about you, even years after your death. He was different after that, they all were.

Hope you guys liked it! Let me know if you want me to do more and who you want me to write about :) love always 🖤

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loominggaia · 3 years

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Fanfiction: New York (part 7)

Anonymous submitted part 7 of their fanfic “New York”! I’m posting it under the cut. You can find the other parts under the fanfic tag.

Zeffer left that evening, taking to the city streets under the cover of night. Even at nighttime the city still seemed so lively and bright. It hurt his eyes, He deciding it be better to check the alleyways and darker corners of city, hoping he’d have better luck. Aside from afew homeless and passed out drunk people he found nobody of interest in the ally’s. That’s was about to change rather soon as the night went onward.

Outside the back of a dumpster by what looked like the back of a store he found three young humans just smoking and hanging out. All three wearing dark attire, black hair and makeup with piercings. Being the first sober people he saw, Zeffer decided to ask if they have seen anything. He walked up to them silently, startling them alittle by his approach. They greeted him, he ask if they’ve seen anyone matching Evans description. They say no but the group stares oddly at Zeffer.

Zeffer wondered why they where staring at him? Their stares where not that of fear or disgust but more curiosity with a large does of excitement. “He are you like, a vampire or something”? The short pudgy women of the group asked. “What”! Zeffer thought to himself, could they really see threw his illusion! Granted he wasn’t that great at illusions but still he Atleast thought he put it. Damn how he really wished he had the ability lie right now!

Zeffer tried but failed to dodge the question, as the tall, lanky guy with shaggy hair and way too thick eyeliner chimed in. “Yeah man, it’s cool if your a vampire dude, we’ve been dying to met one for real ! “. Okay what kind of freaks show has Zeffer walked in on? Why would anyone be happy to see a vampire, an evil blood guzzling corpse that feeds on the living? He get his answer whether he wanted to or not.

The shorter guy in the group, having long black hair with more metal in his face then in a zareen refinery piped in. “Hey man, could you turn us into vampires too!” Wait…. WHAT!!! Did Zeffer hear that right or was he just going crazy? Did this human seriously just ask to become an undead abomination!? His brain near shut down in pure shock. “Why the fuck you want this curse!” He blurted out in angry confusion, this was gonna be a bad night.

Each member of the group excitedly listed off the reasons for wanting to be a vampire, immortality, super strength, shapeshifting, etc… for as ridiculously stupid as wanting to be a vampire already was, some of their answers didn’t even make any sense? Last Zeffer checked vampires can’t turn into bats or mist, or survive decapitation. Zeffer just went off on them, going into a massive rant that vampirism was nothing but a curse of the worst kind and how all vampires are evil monsters.

His ranting against vampirism only seemed to encourage them. Them all being super happy to meet a real deal vampire and where enamored by his raving against his own kind. In an effort to shoot them down he let them know humans can’t become vampires, only fey can. They seemed confused, asking what fairies have anything to do with vampires? He didn’t know himself, just saying it was some magic stuff like how only commoners can become werewolves. Wrong answer.

They became even more ecstatic finding out werewolves where real too. Asking Zeffer if he knows any werewolves, how the eternal war between vampires and werewolves is going, and the shorter guy asking since he can’t be a vampire can he become werewolf instead? These humans really have lost their minds Zeffer thought. He finally got their names, the tall guy, Dillion introducing them, the fat girl being his gf Morgan and the short guy being their friend Alex.

Some how it got even crazier when the three rolled down their sleeves, offering their arms to him. Dillon spoke up saying that if he can’t turn them into vampires then at the very least they could offer themselves as his servants, forming a coven and performing dark rituals at his side. Zeffers brain had completely broke at this request, this outdoing their asking to become vampires in levels of sheer stupidity. He didn’t even know how to respond other then a resounding no.

Zeffer just stared in pure confusion, his eyes twitching. Okay he was done with these three. Zeffer just told them no, I’m not your dark master and I’m not gonna drink from you. They where genuinely upset by this, asking why not and where asking if he even was a real vampire? He sarcastically apologized for not being whatever image they had of vampires in their heads and just told them he’s not interested in creating some blood cult, besides humans can’t do magic.

“Can Too” Morgan told him indignantly, pouting. The three told Zeffer they really knew about magic and they could be so useful as his dark disciples and, and. Zeffer didn’t care to listen, he just walked away not wanting to be a part of this madness anymore, he had better things to do then argue with a bunch of idiots. What kind of strange, fucked up world has Evan gotten himself into where people actually WANT to be vampires and werewolves!? Zeffer just shivered and continued his search.

Zeffer had no luck finding his lover or any trace of him. Every allyway he searched had nothing of interest, again. In the backstreet he currently going down he found something interesting, a back ally vendor he could guess. An obese, dark skinned man wearing a jersey and sun glasses at night sat in a plastic chair overlooking a large vehicle. It’s back doors where open and showing what he had. This guy could be useful Zeffer thought to himself and decided to approach.

The man didn’t see him coming, jumping and shouting at him upon suddenly seeing him. “God damn man! Don’t sneak up on a brother like that with your crack head, skin diseased ass! Made me near shit my pants”! Judging by his reaction this guy could see through Zeffers disguise too and had a more ‘normal’ reaction thankfully. The man just glared at Zeffer, told him he don’t sell rocks and was asking what the hell he wanted. Zeffer just decided to ask his name and what he does sell.

The man introduced himself as fat tony with an f-a-t and is the sole owner and distributor of the little store in front of him. Handling all your night time needs, illegal or not. He also told Zeffer he don’t allow window shopping, so he can either buy something or leave. Zeffer asked if he sold phones and knew how to get ids? “Burner phones and fake id’s, that I most certainly can do” fat tony told him. Zeffer asked for phones and id’s for his full crew, minus one id for Elska.

He would have to pay upfront and in cash for this of course. He heard from the crew that gold coins don’t work here but did hear from Issac and Jeimos that they got a store owner to accept it after telling them it was solid gold. Taking a long shot Zeffer handed fat tony his coin purse as payment, he just looked in the bag and saw all the gold and silver coins and angrily asked “what the fuck is this”?.

Tony just threw the coins back at Zeffer and told him he’s not taking no Halloween props. Zeffer told him their real gold and silver but that didn’t sway him. Tony just asked if he looked like some kind of medieval merchant and told him he can either pay up or leave, it didn’t matter as long as it got Zeffer away from him faster.

Zeffer just left, realizing he wasn’t gonna get anywhere. The sun was rising so he was gonna have to go back to base, he also hadn’t drank that night and the blood thirst was basing at him. He always hated this but he was gonna needs to find a drink on the way back to bases. That’s when he noticed that a hooded figure was following him.

The hooded figure was walking behind him, a small distance but gaining. His hands where in his pockets and face covered, eyes staring directly at Zeffer. He knew this guy was gonna be trouble Zeffer looked at him he’d suddenly stop and just look around, but would continue his pursuit once Zeffer stopped looking.

The more Zeffer walked the faster the guy got, he was almost directly behind him now. He could hear the mans breathing and could see he was pulling something out of his pocket. The man grabbed Zeffer from behind, putting a gun to his head and told him he’s gonna hand over all his money or he’s gonna splatter his brain across the pavement.

Zeffer just laughed at him, that’s when the wanna be robber noticed Zeffers ghostly pale skins and glowing red eyes. He froze in a moment of hesitation, all the time Zeffer needed to break free and knock the gun out of his hand. His vampiric instincts took over as he bite the robber, deciding he will be his drink for tonight.

The man kicked and screamed trying to escape Zeffers grasp. His efforts where futile as Zeffer drank from him, his body falling lifeless to the ground after he was done with his feast. He always hated this, no matter who the victim was.

Curiously he checked his not so innocent victims pockets and didn’t find much but some cash. Deciding he wouldn’t be needing it anymore he pocketed the cash and went back to base for tonight.

I already stan Fat Tony. I love that Zeffer has this little cult of goth kids looking up to him, that’s hilarious! I’m imagining them trying to break into the hospital and save Evan for him or something, but who knows what will happen at this point. Things are getting really interesting! TO BE CONTINUED...?

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greensquiddy · 3 years

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vault boy fanfic but i fixed it [fixed it as in i only fixed the smut part LOL]

It was your 19th birthday. Your best friend, Vault Boy had been planning you a surprise gift and he had wanted to make sure it was perfect. First, he'd take you to visit your favorite vendor and purchase anything you'd like. Next, he was going to bring you to a spot in the Savage Divide with the most beautiful view, Seneca Rocks. And finally, he was going to confess his romantic feelings towards you.

He had been friends with you since you were 11 years old, you two bumped into each other while you were running away from some Blood Eagles after they had raided your home. You were fatally wounded. Your abdomen was pouring blood after you had been nearly stabbed to death , but you just couldn't let them get you. You had to get away. That day that you two had met, his 12 year old self was already gaining feelings for you. After a stimpak and some painkillers, you two bonded over the fact that both your only loved ones had perished. The day after, you two were pretty much best friends. He took care of you and made sure you were never hurt that badly again. He's took many bullets for you, literally. He didn't care what happened to him just as long as you were safe and comfortable.He had wanted to pour his heart out to you for the longest time but he wanted it to be exactly when the time was right.

Your POV:

"Happy Birthday, [Y/N]!" your best friend of 8 years beamed at you as he hugged you tightly. You gave him a sweet smile as you got out of bed. "Thank you, VB." You said as you motioned for him to get out of your room so you could change from your nightwear to your combat armor to start the day. As soon as you were done, you opened the door and let him back in. "I have something I planned for you today." He blushed. "Oh really? What is it?" you asked. "I-I can't tell you it's a surprise!" He filled in as he regained his composure. "C'mon, let's go!" He grabbed your hand and rushed out outside of your camp.

No one's POV

About 25 minutes of walking later, and a few spent bullets on killing feral ghouls, you two had finally reached where he wanted to take you. He brought you to The Whitesprings so you could buy anything you desired. Your eyes lit up when he brought you inside and led you to the shops area.

"Now, go ahead and get anything you want, don't worry about the cost." he smiled at you and squeezed your hand. You reddened and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you and ran off to Live Chic to get some new attire. He followed after you and helped you pick out some clothes. "What do you think of this one?" you eagerly said as you held a light pink lacy nightgown against your body. His hazel eyes widened as he looked at your figure, imagining what you'd look like with just that on. The color on his rosy cheeks deepened as he looked at you. He noticed he was staring and replied to you in a swift manner. "I think that you'd look great in that, it-it really suits you..!" he stuttered as his heart rate quickened. 'Shit, I stared for too long! What if she thinks I'm weird? What if-' Vault Boy's rapid thoughts had been cut off by her replying to him. "You-You really think so? It makes my sides look big..." you blushed and muttered the last part as you stared at yourself in the mirror. "Yes [Y/N], I do feel like that would look amazing on you." He said as he moved your face from looking at the mirror to look at him. You stared him in the eyes and all you could see was honesty and truth. You smiled at him and looked back at the mirror. You let out a light giggle and said "Yeah, you're right, this does look nice on me." He gave you a lighthearted smile as you went to go pick out some other clothes. Once you were done with your shopping spree, he paid for all your expenses and even gave you an extra 700 caps.

"Where are we going now?" you asked curiously while putting away your new stuff in your stash box at the Whitesprings Train Station. "Somewhere I feel like you'll enjoy." He simply said, not wanting to give away any details. You gave him a questioning look and he gave you a smug one back. You both both started to your destination. In a smooth amount of time, you finally reached Seneca Rocks. He carried you up most of the way to the top of the steep mountain. Once you two reached the top, he let you go and brought you to a rock that allowed you to see the view of the scarlet sunset perfectly. As you laid your eyes on the setting sun, Vault Boy had his eyes on your face, which was lit up by the vermillion sunset. He couldn't help but look at your [E/C] eyes, intrigued at by how focused you were.

Vault Boy POV

I was so nervous, I didn't want to make a wrong move and ruin it for her so I just watched the sun with her. I wish I could know what was going through her head right now. How she felt about today. I zoned out and all of a sudden I felt her head on my shoulder. I turned to her as she turned to me. "Thank you for today, Vault Boy, I'm really grateful you planned a whole day just for me." She said in that sweet, sweet voice. I want to hear her say my name again. I love the way it comes out through her plump lips, I just want to kiss her until the end of time. I got up and pulled her up too. "Of course, I wanted you to have a good day today, so I just brought you out here." I replied. Now this is my cue. I have to tell her, now or never. "Listen [Y/N], there's something I've been keeping from you -" I was cut off as the rock beneath her crumbled and gave out. She slipped backwards into the air below. I tried to catch her but I was a second short. I didn't think at all and I just jumped down with her. Now we were both falling to our gory deaths. How romantic.

Your POV

I felt the ground below me crumble and a second later Vault Boy and I were falling down Seneca Rocks. I processed what was going on and I began to panic. "Are you crazy?! Why would you jump after I slipped?!" I screamed at him, a little angry. "Because I love you [Y/N]! I always have! I don't want to be without you! I need you! I'd rather die with you than stay without you." I stared him in the face as his fluffy blonde hair was flowing in the wind.I noticed tears in his serious hazel eyes. I didn't want our last moments to be me upset at him so I didn't hesitate to kiss him on his soft, rosy lips as we fell together. He kissed me back and flipped me over to where he was positioned to hit the ground first. Our lips were still stuck together as we got closer to the ground. His grip on my waist loosened as we hit water. The lake below somewhat broke our fall.

I fell deep into the water, I was in shock by feeling the cold water cover my body entirely. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I could only feel my nose and throat being filled with water. I felt like I was fading away until i felt a pair of hands under my shoulders pulling me up. I was pulled out of the water and put over someone's shoulders. In no time at all, they laid me on the soft,wet ground. I was still in such a haze as I felt a repeating pressure on my chest. Suddenly, I came back to reality and sat up. I began coughing up a mass amount of lake water, my throat and nose burning at the foreign feeling. I felt a pair of strong, shivering arms around my wet shoulders. I was processing what had happened and I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of sniffling. I finally realized it was Vault Boy who got me out of the water, gave me CPR, and is now wrapped around my shoulders. I hugged him back as he pulled away to look at me through worried, bloodshot eyes.

Vault Boy POV

I was giving her chest compressions yet she wasn't responsive. I could feel my hot tears stream down my face as I struggled to breathe with all this blood in my mouth. A million thoughts were going through my head every second that she didn't come up. Her [E/C] eyes which were previously so full of joy and beauty were now lifeless and matte, staring at the now dark sky. I blamed myself for this, I should've just brought her home instead; now she could be dead because of me.

To my relief she finally came around and I helped her hack up all that water. I hugged her tightly. I felt her soaking wet arms wrap around me in a weak embrace. I pulled away and inspected her face for any cuts or brusies. Her eyes were so tired-looking and matte. "I really thought I would lose you there, [Y/N]," My voice was very hoarse and I was just so scared. "I'm sorry." I felt her soft, now wrinkled hand caress my right cheek. "Don't be sorry," she croaked. "If anything, I should be sorry, I fell off first." she giggled. "Now is no time for jokes, [Y/N], I'm seriously so worried about you right now." I somewhat scolded her. "Sorry." she breathed. I gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Can you walk?" I asked, in concern. I noticed she was having trouble getting up from the mud so I guided her by her hand to stand up. She stumbled a bit and fell foward. I caught her this time. "I guess that's a no." I said, lightheartedly. "Now is not the time for jokes, VB," she repeated, laughing. I chuckled a bit with her and picked her up with my right arm under her legs and my other arm supporting her back as I carried her back to our camp. It wasn't far, about 20 minutes at least.

[Y/N] POV

He picked me up and began walking back to camp. I looked up at him and admired all of his little details. He noticed me staring and looked down at me and gave me a nervous smile. I nuzzed my face into his neck. I could feel his soft skin heat up at the contact. I felt a little more confident, so I began to lick and kiss his skin. "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna have to do that to you." He huffed, a red tint evident on his face. "All the more reason to do it." I whispered to him. I continued with what I was doing and before I knew it, we were already home. As soon as we both got our combat armor off, he closed the door to our room and pushed me against the bed with his hands beside my head, a sudden change in his demeanor, and an obvious boner. I noticed that the normally caring Vault Boy wasn't there anymore, now his eyes were clouded with desire. I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him. I felt like being a little shit and not letting his tongue in my mouth. I could tell he was getting a bit frustrated with me but I wanted him to wait. He however, was impatient and wanted me now. He moved his right hand from beside my head and squeezed my boob. I yelped in surpise and he quickly entered my mouth. His tongue was soft and supple, like he wanted to savor me.

It had been a short while before He pulled away to breathe. He gave me a somewhat devilish smile as he started to pull up my undershirt, revealing both my tits. I hid my face as he looked me up and down. "Holy shit, you're a work of art." He complimented me. In return, I removed my hands from my face and started taking off my pants and panties. He took off his black longsleeve shirt but he kept his pants on. I took a moment to admire him shirtless, he was a fit man, i then pulled him in for a kiss. He held one hand on my breast and brought his dominant hand down to my folds.

He began to use his middle and ring finger to caress up and down my pussy. He was going agonizingly slow, I think he was getting back at me for kissing his neck out there. He pulled away from kissing me and began to nip at my neck. I felt breathless as he found my most sensitive spot on my neck. He moved his fingers a little higher to my clit and I jolted a little bit at the feeling.

The sensation alone was heaven. He kept sucking on my neck and playing with my clit and I let out a soft, breathy moan. Which only drove him further, as he put a little more pressure on my clit. I began to quietly whine and I tried to hold back my horny moans at his skillful fingering. I could feel myself get closer to my release and I just couldn't help but buck my hips into his hand as he kept going. Finally I felt my body go numb as I came all over his hand. He continued to move his fingers which led to my moans becoming more and more needy.

He finally let go and stared me in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and lapped up my slick. It was pretty hot to say the least. He's all I wanted, and I finally have him. "Now I'm not done yet, I want you to feel the love that I've felt for you all these years." He said in a husky voice. I simply nodded and he began to go down on me. He first kissed along the gigantic scars on my stomach where I was stabbed by blood eagles as a kid. "Glad those bastards are dead..." he muttered through gritted teeth. He brought his face in between my thighs and kissed my inner thighs. He cut straight to the chase and started by licking my clit.

I was already so sensitive from the attention he was giving me before and it made it all the more pleasurable. he put two fingers into my warmth and started moving them in and out of me. He began to suck on my clit in a loving manner and my whimpers started getting louder. He smirked against me and continued doing what he was and I could feel the familiar feeling of my release coming closer.

I stuck my right hand into his fluffy blonde hair as he kept on sucking on me. My moans were echoing in the room and he held my legs apart. I was so desperate to finish and I started to grind a bit against his mouth. He's so good with his mouth,I could just let him do this all day and I wouldn't get bored.

I was almost there. "Oh fuck! Mmmmnh! Please, Vault Boy! I'm so close!" I couldn't control myself anymore. Words were just spilling out of my mouth, and my face just felt so hot. I was arching my back so high that I felt like i was going to snap in half. His eyebrows furrowed as he kept going, determined to make me cum. "I need you! You're making me feel so go-oo-ood!" I cried. A moment later I came on his face with a loud, needy moan, yet he continued to suck on my sore clit. I moaned his name breathlessly as he overstimulated me, I just couldn't get enough of him. I felt as if I couldn't move, the pleasure was too much. He finally got up from between my thighs and he looked at me with half lidded eyes and my cum dripping from his mouth. It was such a hot sight to see.

I sat up and began to palm at the large tent in his pants. I bit my lip and smiled as I looked up at him. As soon as he saw me looking at him he quickly looked away. I applied more pressure onto him and he arched his back a bit at the sensation. He was biting his lip, obviously trying to hide his noises. I wanted to hear him, I had to. I unbuckled his pants and pulled down his boxers.

His cock hit me on the forehead and I heard him chuckle a bit. He's so cute. I made him sit on the bed while I sat next to him, so I could kiss him.I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and I looked at him. He looked at me as I started pumping up and down his dick, already a little wet from precum. He was big, at least 8 inches, maybe more; also curved a bit to the left. His face was so red now, he turned away from me, which gave me access to his bare neck. I took the opportunity and I began to kiss and suck on his neck. I could hear his breathing and heart rate quicken. "Hmm, I want to hear you, sweetheart." I whispered to him, smugly "Y-You're gonna have to earn it." He replied, obviously feigning confidence. I tightened my grip on him a little bit, I was determined to make him beg.

I kept on pumping my hand up and down his cock and i noticed he would shudder every other time I put pressure on the head of his cock. I took this as an opportunity as I used my free hand to make him look at me. I continued jerking him off but I focused more on the tip of him. I was jerking the head of his dick while applying some pressure and rotating my hand. I noticed his eyes widen at the sudden new feeling. I spit on my hand a bit to make everything more wet while I watched his face contort in pleasure, yet making no sound.

Then, to my surprise he started to whimper, I could feel him throbbing in my hand. I went a little slower, just to tease him and he opened his eyes to look at me and I noticed a pleading look in his heavily dilated pupils. "Please, [Y/N], please, I need to cum so bad," he begged "Hm?" I teased. He groaned and started bucking his hips into my hand. He was pretty much fucking my hand at this point. He had a tight grip on the blanket below us, his knuckles were now void of color. "[Y/N], I'm so close," he breathed. His thighs began to shake as he neared his climax.

He began moaning, finally. His moans are such a heavenly sound, I want to hear them all night. I bit my lip while smiling at him. He looked right back at me with his brows turned upward and furrowed. I used my free hand to start rubbing my own warmth. I rubbed my clit in a circular motion and I couldn't hold back my own moans, he had already made me so sensitive. A couple seconds later I could hear him whimpering a bit louder now.

He had his head thrown back and I could see his Adam's apple moving up and down with each breath he took. "I'm gonna-" he cut himself off with a hissy groan as he came all over my hand. I lightly squeezed his shaft and I got the reaction I wanted; desperate, overstimulated moans from the person I love. I kept pumping the head of his dick and he continued making noises. I finally let go so he could catch his breath. I took most of his creamy cum on my index finger and I put it on my tongue, tasting his sweet fluid.

"That's so hot." He panted. I simply smiled and grabbed hold of his twitching cock again. I bent down and wrapped my lips around his head. "[Y/N], you-you don't have to, I just want to make you cum." He said. "I just wanna feel your big cock in my mouth." I spoke. That shut him up real quick. I got back to what I was doing and he gripped my hair and pushed my head down further onto his dick as he groaned.

He didn't stop until my lips touched the base of him. I choked a bit by surprise. He kept my head there for a second before he let go and I moved up for air. He got me by my hair again and pushed my mouth up and down his cock over and over. I tried not to gag, but it was pretty hard, considering how long and girthy his cock was. Next, he started to buck his hips into my mouth while pushing my head up and down at the same time. It was a little tiring, but I loved the feeling of being used like this. "You're doing so fucking good taking my big cock in your tight little throat.So, so good." He praised. He pushed my head all the way down and he came down my throat with a pleased moan. He let go of my hair so I moved up to the tip of his cock, he was still cumming and so I put my lips around his tip and made circular motions with my tongue as his cum filled my mouth. "H-Holy shit! [Y/N]! Ohhhh fuck!" he cried.

I got up from his dick and I swallowed his cum in my mouth, he looked at me with a pleased look. We both sat there in for a few moments, panting, until he broke the silence. "Can I fuck you? I want to hear you again." I looked at him and smiled. "Of course you can, I want you in me too."

He pushed me onto my back and lined himself against me. "Just, tell me if I'm hurting you, okay? I don't want to ever hurt you." He spoke truthfully. I nodded.

He carefully slid himself in me and I tensed up a bit the foreign feeling.

He had his hands on my waist as he pushed himself deeper inside me. I whimpered as his large girth stretched me out. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes, threatening to fall.

No one's POV

"I know, I know, it hurts. I'm sorry." He apologized. "Just tell me when to go, alright?" You nodded. A moment later you gestured him to start moving. He began to softly pump in and out of you, trying not to hurt you. "Please, fuck me!" you begged. He smirked at you and quickened his pace a bit and held onto your hips as he began to fuck you harder. Your eyes widened at the sudden change in speed. You could see him losing his composure as he kept fucking you. He started to let his moans slip, he didn't care anymore, he just wanted you to feel how much he loves you.

"I've wanted you for such a long time," he began to confess. "I've always loved you since I first took you in." He said sweetly. "It feels so good to know you're mine; I can't believe I- Fuck! I can't believe I finally have you." He moaned. "I-I actually-Ah! I actually loved you too! I sometimes would fantasize about you fucking me like this!" you spilled out. "I fantasized about fucking you senseless a lot, and I admit, I did jerk off to the scent of your clothes a couple times." He said, embarrassed. "Then fuck me! Fuck me senseless!" you encouraged.

That sent him over the edge as he began to fuck you harder. You're glad he is pretty strong and has great endurance. You moved your hand down to massage your clit but he moved it away and started to do it for you. This completely made you begin to scream. The combination of his rough fucking and your sore clit being overstimulated felt so good. He smirked as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He flipped you on your stomach with your ass in the air as he kept on fucking your tired pussy. He bent down and laid his chin on your shoulder to try and get all of him into you.

In this position, he was able to hit your g-spot with ease. "Oh my- Yes! Yes Vault Boy! Right there, please!" you begged. You could hear him huffing and groaning. You supported yourself with one arm as you went down to touch your clit again. This time he didn't notice. He bit your shoulder and groaned as he fucked you even harder.

You winced as you felt his teeth break your skin just a little. You were bleeding from where he bit you but he just licked your blood right up. "Ah! I'm cumming! I'm cum-m-m-i-ing!" you screamed in between thrusts, as your juices squirted down your legs. You could feel your legs giving out but he held you up from your waist. "Fuck, I'm so close, [Y/N], I'm so fucking close." he muttered in your ear. He began to let out loose moans as he was about to cum for the third time. "-Gonna cum so fucking deep into you..." he muttered obsessively. You were his. Only his. His breathing became more shallow and rapid as he was about to finish. "I'm gonna-" you cut him off with your pleas, "Yes! Please, please! Give it to me!" you begged.

He bit your hickey-bruised neck a little roughly as he finally thrusted into you deeply one last time, hitting your cervix and cumming with a muffled groan. You weren't worried about getting pregnant, there was no way. The radiation around you made it so. He panted and came back to earth when he realized your blood was in his mouth. "Oh! [Y/N], I'm sorry!" he apologized as he noticed the scarlet bite marks on your neck and shoulders. "Don't be, I enjoyed every second of this," you cooed, satisfied. He pulled out, his cum dripping from your bruised pussy.

Your legs gave out and you moved to sit up as he helped you. You both got next to each other under the covers and he kept staring at your bare chest and the bruises and marks he left on you. "I'm sorry, I really hope those don't hurt you in the next few days." he apologized. "VB, it's okay, I love you, I'm not going to be mad at you." you reassured him. "If you say so, but I still feel bad." He pulled you closer and kissed you on your plump lips. You pulled away and looked at all the hickeys you left on his neck and jaw before kissing him again.

"You shake when you cum." You teased. "Oh yeah? That just means that I love you. Your thighs tremble when I make you squirt. Your cum face looks so cute too." You didn't expect that response from him. He just smirked at your shocked reaction. "Your cum face makes me wanna ride you until you shoot your hot load into me." It was his turn to be flustered as he swiftly reddened and smiled nervously. "I mean, I'm not stopping you." He mumbled suggestively as he patted his lap. You smirked as you moved from your side of the bed to his and sat on his thighs. He sat up with his back against the headboard. Some of his seed from before oozed out of your core. He pulled your face to his as he kissed you; not like before where he was rushing everything. It was full of pure love and longing. He set the pace as he slowly reached for your hips, bringing you closer to him. Both of your chests made contact as you moaned into the passionate kiss. You began to grind on his thigh as it soon became drenched in your slick. He broke the kiss to suck on your sore neck. "Sorry if I'm hurting you,I left a lot of bruises around here...just say so, sweetheart." He apologized against your bruised skin. You giggled at the pet name; he's always called you by some sort of sweet thing. "It hurts in a good way, don't worry." You reassured him as you began to feel your heartbeat pick up. You stopped grinding on his thigh as you pulled away and took his still rock hard length in your hand. You lined him up to your entrance as he held your hips up. You two both made eye contact as you slowly slid down onto him. You exhaled as you felt him stretching you out again. You brought your lips to his as you two kissed again. He kept slowly guiding your hips down to his and stopped when both of your hilts were touching. You broke the kiss as you moved your lips to his soft spot on his neck. You kissed over his numerous scars, made by protecting you from threats; bullet holes, bite marks, gashes, you name it, he had it. "Y'know, even after all that before, you still feel like I'm putting my dick inside you for the first time. So, so good." He praised. You smiled against him as you stopped kissing his neck and you brought your hands to his shoulders as you started to slowly go up and down on him. He watched your face as you furrowed your brows and bit your lip, small whimpers echoing out of your mouth. His eyes slowly moved from your face to your boobs as he watched them bounce with every move. He grabbed your hips and started helping you bounce on his cock. You sped up on him as you started to let out moans of contentment. He squeezed your hips as he started to groan. You pryed his hands off your hips as you pinned them to the headboard while you rode him gently. He watched your breasts bounce as he let you take him. "Oh god, it's like you're milking me...don't stop...please don't stop..." he trailed off. You let go of his hands and gestured for him to grab your hips, and he did so. He brought your hips up and down on his dick at the same somewhat slow pace you had started. Your slick already spilled out of your pussy and onto his skin, making it so now the room was filled with the lewd slapping of wet skin and the horny moans of two new lovers. "Fill me up..." you encouraged. "With pleasure!" he agreed. Your clit was rubbing against his pubic bone, adding pleasure to what you already felt. You threw your head back as you neared your anticipated climax. You dug your fingernails into his pale shoulders. You opened your eyes to see your boyfriend's pleased expression. He was rolling his hips up into you at a loving pace. "C'mon, cum for me, sweetheart, I know you've got it in you!" he groaned into your neck. " I won't let myself cum until you do..." he confessed. You wanted him to beg for you. Yoy gave him a teasing grin as he struggled to keep himself together. "Please, [Y/N] please I can't hold myself back anymore!" he pleaded. He subconsciously dug his nails into your hips, leaving bruises and cuts. It felt good knowing he was pretty much putty in your hands. You

opened your eyes to peek at his expression and you were met with your boyfriend with his eyes tightly shut, biting his lip so hard he was bleeding as he edged himself. "How bad do you need to cum?" you teased. "L-like really- ah! - bad! Please!" he stuttered breathlessly, his frantic voice rising in pitch. You felt like he had enough torment, so you pinned his wrists once more onto the headboard and you began sensually riding him. "Please let me cum..." he whispered. You rolled your hips onto his as you tried getting the perfect angle. You could feel your release creeping up on you, feeling as if you were climbing a mountain. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you let go of him and came. He pulled away briefly to get a look of your lewd expression. You moaned as he kept on hitting your already delicate core. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he groaned through gritted teeth and tightly shut eyes while his hips stuttered as he stopped holding back and released into you once more. He literally came for about 15 seconds, you counted. It was like time slowed down for him as he shot his cum into you again. You caught a glimpse of his cum face. His sweet hazel eyes rolled back, a light pink sinful blush across his face, and mouth slightly opened, letting out his heavenly rhythmic moans. Just looking at how you made him hit his fourth orgasm like that made you so proud of yourself; you brought a man, who could effortlessly overpower you, to his most vulnerable state, begging for you to let him cum. Your pussy couldn't hold any more of his seed as he pumped his abundant load into you, his milky-white cum seeping out of you. You both took a moment to ride each other out. "I've never came this much before..." he worded breathlessly. "Me neither!" you panted back. "I love when you fill me up... kinda like a sweet roll." you giggled the last part, semen oozing out of you. "I'll eat you like one, anytime, anywhere." He smirked. "You're literally 6 feet 5 inches, you can easily just bend me over and rough-fuck me if you just so wanted...Why did you let me control you?" you questioned. "Because I- I uh... I really like it when you're in charge. I think you bossing me around is really hot." he confessed, embarrassed. You kissed him on the cheek as you fell onto his rapidly rising and falling chest and caught your breath. "Th...Thank you..." you heaved. "Huh? Oh! Of course, it's your birthday!" he kissed your cheek. "Thank you, for... everything. For today, for keeping me safe, for saving me all those years ago..." you remembered that traumatic day. You tensed up as you thought about your empty town, your brother, who pushed you out of the way of a detonated landmine- You were cut out of your traumatic thoughts as you felt your lover embrace you. He felt you tense up and your breath hitch. "Don't worry, I'm here." He said as he held you close against him, not leaving a single inch of space between you too. "How about a bath, huh? We'll talk about whatever you need off your chest." he spoke up. "-And after, I'll make you something warm to eat, okay?" You nodded, "Can you... can you go in with me? I don't want to be alone right now." You said with a weary tone. "Of course, sweetheart." He said as he picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. "Thanks again, I really appreciate everything you've done for me." you said. "You're mine, I'd never forgive myself if I let anything bad happen to you." he reassured as he ran the warm water in the tub. He set you in and got in after you. He set a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now, tell me everything you gotta get out your system, I'll be in here all night if I have to, I just need to make sure you're really okay." "Okay."

#what am i doing with my life #forgive me for my sins #vault boy fanfic

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dc41896 · 4 years

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Not It

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff as usual🥰!

“FOR EVERY TIME YOU MESS UP, A CIGAR GOES IN THE JAR!!,” a fed up Jon Taffer shouts at the staff of the latest bar he’s chosen to help.

You and Chris only planned on watching one episode of Bar Rescue out of curiosity and boredom, but here you both were glued to the couch at least five episodes in wondering how, or if, the small business’ issues would get fixed. Lying under you with one leg hanging off the sectional and his fingertips lazily grazing up and down your back, your head pressed against his chest listening to his steady heartbeat and slowly rising with every breath he took.

Remembering how things were the first few weeks you were here, you mentally laugh at yourself and your slightly unorthodox actions. It’s not that you weren’t comfortable living with Chris, you had about eight months under your belt before the quarantine started.

However in those eight months, the most either of you had done in terms of staying together was spend a weekend at the other’s place. Quarantining, and for God knows how long, would mean spending every waking moment with each other and while you were excited, you were also extremely anxious.

When you first arrived at his Boston home, you were mesmerized by how beautiful it was. Chris loved the simple things in life, but don’t be mistaken, he did have taste which could definitely be seen from his house. It was also so warm and inviting that you wanted to instantly curl on the couch with your blanket and watch your favorite movie. Seeing how nice everything was though, you were honestly afraid to mess up something.

Looking back, it was a bit of an irrational fear, but you didn’t want to do anything that would make Chris have second thoughts about asking you to stay with him. Or about being with you.

So your days after consisted of cleaning up after every little thing you did and being careful of every move you made. Even when talking to him you began speaking and laughing quieter than usual, mostly replying with a smile and simple nod.

Of course he noticed this too, along with your constant cleaning, and began to feel that maybe you were uncomfortable because he was slacking around the house.

This idea resulted in him cleaning more behind himself and everywhere he’d go in the house, which made you feel worse and thus how the cycle of you both inadvertently trying to out clean the other began.

It continued like that for about a week until a very much needed revelation by an unwelcome guest.

Making his way back to the living room from his office, Chris hears your panicked screams prompting him to run in the kitchen and see you perched on the countertop.

“What?! What’s wrong?!”

“There’s a spider right there!”

“Babe seriously?! I thought something bad happened,” he chuckles letting out a sigh of relief with his hand on his chest.

“Something almost did happen! It could’ve bit me! And you would be equally as scared if you saw it.”

“I’m sure it’s not that-,” he starts before seeing the brown spider, roughly the size of his hand, crawling towards his foot. Shrieking, he hops on the counter next to you holding onto your arm.

“You were saying?”

“Okay okay you were right, now how are we gonna get it out of the house?”

“We?! Why we?”

“You’re gonna make me deal with that all by myself?! And here I am thinking you loved me,” he tisks shaking his head.

“Ugh alright! Um..okay so I’m gonna throw this bowl over it and cover the spider so then we just slide it outside and it can be free.”

“God you’re so smart,” he smiles kissing your cheek as you pick up the medium, plastic bowl near you.

Lightly tossing the bowl in the spider’s direction, it misses the target landing an inch away from the bug and causing him to jump, which made you and your boyfriend jump as well clinging onto each other.

“Welp that’s all I got. You gotta kill it Chris.”

“Why me? You saw it first.”

“Yea but I’m terrified of them and have been since I was little so I can’t do it.”

“I’m terrified too!”

“I guess we’re staying here all night then because neither one of us is gonna touch it.”

Sauntering into the kitchen with his tail wagging, Dodger pauses seeing the eight legged creature crawl along the hardwood floor; bending down to almost touch it with his nose.

“Dodger leave it alone bud, I don’t need you getting hurt,” Chris orders. However, Dodger chose to ignore him and instead lifted both his front paws to land on the spider a couple times before picking it up in his mouth and walking towards the patio doors.

Looking at the both of you with his head tilted, Chris climbs down the counter to let him outside where he placed the spider on the ground and returned back inside with a light shake of his fur.

“Yay, you killed it Dodge!,” you smile climbing off the counter to hug him. “As you could see your dad wasn’t gonna do it so thank you bubba.”

“Don’t even, you know you weren’t gonna do it either! Like you said we both would’ve been on the counter all night,” he replies as you both laugh.

“You know, that’s the first laugh I’ve heard from you in a while.”

“What are you talking about? I laughed at that joke you told this morning.”

“Yea but I mean a genuine laugh. The ones where the corners of your eyes and nose crinkle and you cover your face because you think you look funny when actually it’s the most adorable thing.”

Smile falling, you look down avoiding his gaze as you continue gently petting Dodger.

“Y/N talk to me, what’s going on?,” he asks kneeling down beside you. “If I’m doing something to make you uncomfortable or it’s the house-,”

“No! It’s not you or the house Chris it’s just...I don’t want to mess up anything.”

“What could you possibly mess up?”

“I don’t know, anything! I could get a stain on the couch or one of your pillows, or I could accidentally knock over a family heirloom and then you’ll hate me.”

“First off I could never hate you, so please get that out of your mind. Next if something did happen I can easily fix or replace it, it’s just stuff it’s not important. And if it is, it’s somewhere safe” he answers. “Is that why you’ve been cleaning so much? And acting different?”

Nodding your head, a small sigh escapes your lips as your eyes concentrate on the pup’s brown and white fur. “I was worried and scared that overtime with us being under the same roof there’d be something I did that you couldn’t deal with and you’d feel like this was a mistake. Or that we were a mistake.”

“Y/N look at me,” he says guiding your chin so you would meet his eyes. “You could smack me in the face and I’d still want you.”

“...I’m concerned but also flattered..?,” you softly laugh along with Chris who slowly nods in agreement.

“Okay that probably wasn’t the best way to say it. What I mean is it’d take something monumental for me to think something like that, which I know would never happen. You have nothing to worry about because I love you the way you are, flaws and all even though to me you don’t have any. ”

Holding your face in his hands, his thumbs gently rub against your cheeks making you giggle.

“So please don’t change yourself trying to be perfect for me or anyone,” he smiles leaning in to softly kiss your lips. “Also want to hear something funny?”

“Hmm?”

“You were cleaning to not seem messy, and I was cleaning because I thought you thought I was messy. So we’ve basically been re-cleaning behind each other this whole time,” he chuckles.

“And I thought you cleaning meant I wasn’t doing it to your liking,” you reply shaking your head.

“Well, at least the house is spotless,” Chris laughs along with you as Dodger moves to try to lick his face.

Jon screaming at yet another owner brings you out of your memories as you lift your head to prop on your hands folded on his chest. Gazing up at his beard and brunette hair grown out a little past his ears, you contently sigh making him look at you at smirk.

“Liking the view?”

“Of the giant dork? Yea he’s alright,” you giggle making him chuckle. “Hey I have a question for you.”

“Lay it on me.”

“Let’s say we bought a house and I got stuck in the basement. You come down to get me, the whole place is covered in spiders, including me. Would you leave me on my own or fight through them?”

“Of course I’d help you,” he smiles sitting up to kiss your forehead. “I’d probably need therapy after and would burn down the house though, but no I wouldn’t leave you by yourself.”

“Aww you’re so sweet.” Sliding closer to his face, you peck his lips multiple times before lying in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent.

“I might want to send Dodger in first though since apparently he’s the exterminator of the house,” he laughs reaching down to lightly pat the sleeping dog’s head.

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hellbentbnhaofficial · 4 years

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Hellbent || BNHA

A/N: This is the prologue for my new fic, Hellbent a BNHA x (female) reader fanfic (Sorry lads). I’ve been debating for a while if I should make this a story or not and in the end I caved and decided, what the hell, let’s do it! The lyrics from this fic are from “Mystery Skulls - Ghost”

Themes: Superheroes, superpowers, supernatural, magic and other things!

Summary: Memories of what brought her here are a good motivator.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of bullying and that’s about it

Tags: @prismaroyal @undead0relived

“'Cause the world might do me in, it's alright cause I'm with friends ‘cause I'm giving up again it doesn't matter”

“Hey, you are okay?”

The small play park was practically deserted. Bakugo and his friends had long since disappeared, as did the boy he had been protecting earlier, leaving Midoriya laying on the earthy floor with an aching body and a bruised sense of pride. He didn’t know exactly how long he had been there, 10 minutes? Maybe 20? All he really remembered was the girl leaning over him, her brows pinched in worry and long hair tickling his cheeks as she stared back into his eyes.

“Friend? Have you been hurt?”

“Friend?” He asked and the girl smiled brightly, dimples pulling at her cheeks.

“Yes! Friend! Do you want to be friends?”

Midoriya’s face morphed into one of confusion, his brows furrowing and mouth curling in question. Funnily enough, Bakugo had hurled an insult towards Midoriya while he had been throwing about, something along the lines of how ‘a quirkless nobody would never have friends’ he was destined to be alone, the quirkless loser who would disappear in the decades, never to become a hero like he strived to be.

“Really?” The hope in his eyes sparked excitement in her own.

“Yes! Yes!” The girl held her small hand out, Midoriya taking it gently and yelping as she tugged him up quickly, her arms quickly wrapping around the boy’s form in a friendly hug when his body connected with hers “It is nice to be meeting you new friend!”

“I-” Midoriya yelped when she planted kisses on his cheeks, his face growing hot at the sudden gesture of affection “He- Hey! Why did you do that?”

“This is how we greet each other in my country!” The girl replied cheerfully. Now that he listened, he could hear the difference in her voice, an accent that he would later learn from his mother. No wonder her Japanese sounded off.

“Oh- I- Well, I-”

“Oh, yes!” She pulled away, slamming her tiny fist into her open palm “My name is (Last) (Name)! What is yours?”

“Um...Midoriya Izuku”

“Izuku? What a nice name, I really like it!” Midoriya’s cheeks blew up in red once again, his famous red shoes kicking at the earth in embarrassment.

“Th- Thank you, I like your name too”

(Last) smiled brightly, taking Midoriya’s hands into her own. It felt good, for some reason, to be close to her. The boy couldn’t quite place why, but he didn’t really care in that moment, all he cared about was that she wanted to be friends with him, she wanted to be close to him at that moment. It was weird, was this what friendship felt like? Sure, Bakugo was his friend-...used to be his friend, but this felt better, it felt right and he felt complete.

It almost felt like fate, like they needed to be friends.

“Do you want to go get ice cream?”

“Sure! Lead the way friend!”

It had been great, when later on, (Last) had appeared at Midoirya’s doorstep, her mother smiling kindly towards his own tearing mother before the two had embraced like old friends. It was a pleasant surprise from both women when (Last) had done the same with the boy, both laughing before they were running towards his room, Midoriya intent on showing off his collection of All Might merch to his new friend.

Guess it had been fate.

“And I'm feeling like a ghost and it's what I hate the most 'cause I'm giving up again and this time (this time, this time)”

She could see the tear tracks from his crying, even through the laptop screen. Her heart squeezed painfully, eyes tearing up in sympathy as he ran a hand over his eyes, wiping away the water from his face with a broken sniffle.

“Izuku…”

Quirkless.

That’s what he had found out earlier that day. So now here he was, heart broken, sobbing and countries away from her, unable to give her friend the proper care that he needed at that moment. It wasn’t fair, out of everyone (Last) had known Midoriya deserved the best quirk! Not that it mattered, of course, she would love him no matter what, he was her best friend, but he had wanted a Quirk of his own, so badly, why did it have to end up like this?

Why couldn’t life be fair on him?

“Hey…(Name)...do...do you think I can still be a hero?...Even without a quirk”

It had taken a moment for her to respond.

Could he? In a world filled with superpowers, could Midoriya Izuku, a powerless boy with only an impenetrable strive grab the chance of being a hero? It sounded...improbable, but not impossible. She knew that if Midoriya continued on his path of wanting to become a hero, studied, trained, maybe, just maybe he could become a hero. Not the world’s greatest, like he so desperately wanted, but he could become one.

“It sounds scary, without a Quirk…” The hopeful light in his eyes dimmed “...but, if you worked really hard, I know you can become a great hero, Izuku”

Tears were once again shed, but for a different reason, for a happier reason “You really think so, (Name)?”

“Of course I do!” (Last) laughed, eyes shining “You are amazing, my friend! You can do it if you put your heart to it! And I’ll be there to support you the whole way through!”

Yeah, she would be. (Last) would stick by his side for the rest of her life, if that’s what had to happen. Heroism had always peaked her interest, especially from her own family history and she wanted to become just like her family before her! She wanted to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves! And when her Quirk showed up, she would do! Midoriya included!

“You and me, Izuku! The heroes of tomorrow! We’ll do it together!” (Last)’s smile was contagious and Midoriya couldn’t help the excited grin grow onto his face.

“Yeah! Together!”

“This time I might just disappear, ah yeah”

“Mum and dad says we’re moving to Japan!”

“Wait, seriously!?”

(Last) couldn’t hold in her excitement! She had been begging for this day for the longest time! She would finally be with her best friend! Sure, she would miss the people she befriended back here in Spain, but it would be so worth it! To finally hang out with Midoriya without having to look through a screen.

“Yeah! We should be there in the next two months! I think we’re even getting a home near your flat complex too!”

“That’s amazing!” Midoriya’s face was filled with excitement, a familiar bright spark shining in his forest green eyes as her declaration before his brows furrowed, lips pursing as though he was holding back his question, but it did eventually slip from his mouth.

“Is this because of what happened?”

(Last)’s own expression dropped a bit, an unknown emotion flashing through her eyes when she shrugged “I think so, dad has been arguing with the others about it. Mum didn’t seem to happy about it either”

“Why?”

“My brother said that it’s because of bad memories, apparently. That’s all she’s told him”

“Oh”

“Yeah” (Last)’s expression brightened once again “But that doesn’t matter! I’ll be seeing you face to face once again, Izuku!”

“I can’t wait for it!”

“Try and hear me, then I'm done, 'cause I might just say this once, seen this play out in my dream, it doesn't matter”

“Hey, (Name)? What’s this?”

(Last) glanced back from her desk, her eyes landing on the painting on her bedroom wall. She smiled, standing to her full height and joining the boy as he studied it, hand running over the markings as he did so, mapping them out.

“That’s a protection sigil! My mum painted it on my wall when we moved here”

Midoriya blinked “Why?”

“For protection, dummy!”

“But, your mom is a pro hero! So is your dad! And the rest of your family! I don’t see why you would need it”

(Last)’s hand landed in her friend’s hair, ruffling the green locks softly as she stared back at him “This is for a different kind of protection”

Then she walked towards her bed, jumping onto the soft mattress and missing Midoriya’s quizzical look at her before turning back towards the sigil. His hand once again glided over the paint, an unknown feeling stirring deep into his gut before he shrugged, bounding back over to his friend and continuing their talk about the new recent heroes in the area.

“Tired of giving up the ghost, fuck, it's you I hate the most, maybe there's no guarantee, it doesn't matter”

“Who the hell are you?” Midoriya tensed, eyes sparking up in fear causing (Last)’s brows to furrow in confusion before she turned towards the source of the voice. A boy, a little taller than Midoriya and herself, with rowdy blonde hair and crimson eyes that were narrowed in both disgust and curiosity, leaving (Last) with a vague idea of who had just approached the two of them.

Bakugou.

“Well? Are you gonna say anything?” Bakugo growled, looking (Last) up and down.

(Last) glanced to Midoriya, then back to the blonde, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

She didn’t like him already and this was not helping his case.

“I’m (Last) (Name) but I don’t see how that’s any of your business” A crowd had formed around them, no doubt in suspense in the upcoming brawl that was about to go down.

Midoriya had told her enough about the blonde bully, he was a narcissistic jerkwad that prayed on the weak for his sick kicks, mostly Izuku because of her friend’s lack of Quirk and that really ground her gears. He was paraded around, claimed to be a “child prodigy” with a great power and the smarts to use it, constantly excused for his rough traits and horrible actions by his peers with words like “He’s just a kid, he’ll grow out of it!” or “With an explosive Quirk comes an explosive personality!” just because he was “destined” to be a hero.

What a load of rubbish.

A hero protected people and in her eyes, he was no hero.

In the next instance, the collar of (Last)’s uniform was grabbed roughly; her body being yanked up to her full height and brought closer to Bakugou, the boy sneering deeper in her face.

“What the hell did you just say?”

Midoriya’s call of ‘(Name)!’ was quickly stopped when she gestured for him to, her hands coming to pry his fingers from her clothes before dusting them off and rolling her shoulders, face void of her usual bubbly expression. She didn’t even bother to move back as she spoke, eyes locking onto Bakugou’s with no hesitation.

“‘I’m (Last) (Name) but I don’t see how that’s any of your business’ is what I said. Now-” She made a motion with her hand, signaling him to move away “Please leave, me and Izuku was just discussing the new All Might merch that’s recently come out”

No one really expected (Last) to catch the right hook Bakugou sent her way; even better, they didn’t expect the twist of the wrist and the knee to the gut she had delivered right back to him.

“I don’t like violence” She had told him as he sunk down, holding his stomach. Her hands coming to rest on her knees when she leaned over “But I’m not afraid to use it if it’s necessary. So, Bakugou, can you go away now? Because I don’t want to hit you again, even if I don’t like you”

The third surprise that day was (Last) finishing the fight victorious. But as expected, she made enemies with the all too violent Bakugou Katsuki.

“This time I might just dis-”

“(Last)!” The girl snapped her head up, eyes wide in surprise while the whole class stared back at her, some snickering in their seats while others seemed mildly annoyed by the sudden distraction in the lesson. “Quit it with the day dreaming and pay attention”

“Sorry, sir, it won’t happen again, sir”

“Good” Her teacher went on with the presentation, once again addressing the class as he voice projected through the room as he explained through the Career Aptitude Test while only half of the class really listened, (Last) included. Instead, her attention was turned towards the window, watching the clouds go by, her thoughts swirling through her head.

She already knew what she wanted to do.

“AWH YEAH!”

#mha imagine #bnha imagine #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Hellbent fic

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salmonthestoryteller · 4 years

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Deck the Halls

A Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

The Christmas light displays along the Pecos river lit up the night in a swirl of colors and movement. Liz snuck in a short video of one of the displays on her phone to message to her father - she was pretty sure he had been more excited to hear about the tickets Max had bought for the event than she was.

“Those tickets begin selling in October, mija! Max must have been planning this for quite a while.”

A forty-minute boat tour of Christmas lights probably wouldn’t have been her first choice for a winter date, to be honest, but Max had been quick to point out that no dancing was involved and it got them out of Roswell for a few hours.

The boat was full of other couples and families pointing out different displays excitedly, but something about the moment still felt serene. Towards the end of the tour, Liz leaned her head on Max’s shoulder and just watched the final displays pass by.

“Tired?” Max asked her, even as he leaned his head against hers gently.

“Comfortable. I may go to sleep on you, which is what you get for taking me on boat rides instead of dancing.”

Max gave a short laugh and turned his head to press a kiss to her hair. “I’ll embarrass you on the dance floor next date.” He promised.

“Deal. How do you think Isobel is doing with Bella?”

“I have about seven notifications I’ve been ignoring as they came in.”

“How much you want to bet she drops her off with Alex and Mikey before we get back?”

“Stop it, she adores her.”

“She adores her Christmas Tree more. Seriously, I’ll let you off the hook for dance night if I’m wrong.” Liz offered.

“You sure? Because you’re going to be wrong.” Max looked at her.

“I won’t be wrong.” Liz straightened and turned to him. “And if I’m right, you have to come to Christmas Carol Karaoke at the Wild Pony with me.”

“Oh, come on. That’s just painful.”

“So you admit, you’ll lose.”

“I am not losing. She’ll keep her until we get home.”

“No texting or sending psychic messages because that’s cheating.”

“No texting, no psychic messages. She’ll keep her until we get back.”

“Deal.” Liz offered her hand and they shook on it.

-----

Michael was greeted by a grey fluffball with big green eyes when he opened the cabin door.

“This little terror knocked over my tree twice.” Isobel informed him.

“There is nothing little about that cat.” Michael replied. He was pretty sure once she had finished growing, the cat would be almost as big as Buffy.

“Max and Liz were due back an hour ago.”

“Maybe they got stuck in traffic.”

“Max hasn’t texted.”

“They are on a date. He might be a little preoccupied.” Michael smirked.

“Please do not speculate on our brother’s sex life. And take the cat.”

“It’s revenge, y’know.” Michael informed her as he took Bella into his arms. She was serene during the exchange, her tail twitching only slightly. “For all the pictures you’ve been forcing her to pose for all day.”

“You’ve been stalking your sister’s social media all afternoon?” Alex teased, coming up behind him.

Michael threw him a betrayed look over his shoulder. "You're supposed to be on my side."

Buffy scampered up and Isobel scowled at them as she knelt down to pet her. “I send you cute winter outfits and you dress poor Buffy in an ugly sweater.”

“You had Grizabella in reindeer ears.” Alex pointed out.

“Oh, so you were stalking her social media too.” Michael put in.

“I’ll text Max and let him know his little terror is here, and that he owes me for the broken ornaments. I’d watch your tree if I were you.”

“Um… yeah.” Alex glanced back into the cabin.

“Definitely.” Michael nodded.

Isobel’s eyes narrowed as she stood back up. “You do have a tree, don’t you?”

‘It’s… It’s being delivered tomorrow, actually.” Alex excused.

Michael tried not to snort. Isobel glanced at him suspiciously, and he quickly schooled his features. “It’s the truth.”

“Uh-huh.” Isobel crossed her arms. “You better have pictures of it up and decorated by tomorrow night or I’ll be forced to take things into my own hands - and you know that’s not an idle threat.”

Michael closed the door before setting Bella down. She jumped onto the couch, glaring at Buffy when she scampered over to sit next to her. “It really isn’t an idle threat, you know. Isobel is scary about these things.”

“She’s not scary.”

“Three years ago she secretly put reindeer antlers on my truck while I was at the Wild Pony.”

“So you’re really feeling for Grizabella right now.”

“Bella.” Michael corrected. He’d warned Liz that Max should not be trusted to name anything ever, but had she listened to him? At least she’d wrangled a decent nickname for the poor cat. “The point is if we do not send pictures of a decorated tree to Isobel tomorrow, she will come here and decorate the place herself.”

“So we’ll get a tree.” Alex was clearly amused.

Michael narrowed his eyes. “Do you even know where to get a tree in Roswell?”

“Don’t you?”

“Where would I have put a tree?”

Alex’s amusement softened to something closer to affection. “Well, we have a place to put one now, so… let’s get a tree.”

Michael felt a soft smile curve his own lips. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get a tree.”

-----

It was hard for Liz to say if she'd lost consciousness. She hadn't been looking at the clock when yellow pollen had exploded over them both and Max had passed out - losing control of the car. The jeep had slammed into the guardrail, which was slightly preferable to running off the road, but her head was pounding from the impact. She cataloged the aches she knew would be worse in a few hours, even as she forced her body to move - to unbuckle her seatbelt and take stock of the situation.

She couldn't guess how much of the pollen Max had breathed in, but he was still unconscious from it. A hiss from the back seat was her only warning before more yellow pollen exploded over them both a second time. It didn't affect her the way it did Max's biology, but she still coughed when she breathed some in. The new layer of the poison couldn't be doing Max any good.

Her door was against the guardrail, which left Max's door as the only way out. He didn't even twitch as she climbed on him to open the door, which was concerning. More concerning, however, was the sound of another hiss from the backseat. Prepared this time, Liz covered her mouth, noting that the pollen was spraying out of the potted poinsettia they'd gotten earlier in the evening. It had been outside the restaurant they'd eaten dinner at, a small group of people handing them out to everyone passing by who would take one. Nothing about it had struck her as odd at the time. It had simply seemed like part of the holiday festivities going on around the town.

This was clearly a preplanned attack, though. Which meant someone had been watching them for a while. Her first priority was to keep any more of the pollen from getting to Max. Grabbing the poinsettia pot, she hurled it over the guardrail into the desert beyond, listening in satisfaction to it shatter in the distance. She checked her phone next, but there was no signal. At the moment she didn't see any other cars along the stretch of road, but that could change quickly.

"C'mon, Max. Wake up." Her words, unsurprisingly, had no effect. She had no way of knowing exactly how much pollen he'd been dosed with or how long he'd remain unconscious. Unbuckling his seatbelt, she swung one of his arms over her shoulder and tried to pull him up from the seat. She gave up with a groan. "Okay, that's not happening…"

Digging into the back of the Jeep, she pulled out a tarp and some nylon cord. "Knew I could count on you to be a boy scout." She began to tie the cord in a loop, glancing uneasily back down the highway. "Gonna have to make this fast, if I hurt you, I am so sorry." She pressed a kiss to his forehead before she began to pull the loop of the cord around him.

-----

“Yeah, Liz, we do have your cat.” Michael picked up the call on the second ring but paused when no reply came. “Liz?” Hello?”

When Michael frowned at the phone screen, Alex sat up straighter from his comfortable position on the couch with Buffy on his lap. “Everything alright?”

“I don’t know. We got disconnected.” Michael clicked a few buttons, raising it to his ear. “Straight to voicemail.”

“Well, if they’re still driving in from Carlsbad, there are some areas along the road where you lose reception.” Alex pulled out his own phone - calling up his traffic app. Buffy huffed at the lack of pets and moved to the other side of the couch. Bella, curled up on the back, opened one eye to watch her.

“I guess that might be all it is.” Michael sat on the arm of the couch since Buffy had stolen his seat. “I’m just going to…” He trailed off, closing his eyes. After several long moments of silence, he gave a huff of frustration. “Nothing. Max must be out of my range.”

“Isobel says you need to practice more.”.

Michael scowled down at him. “I regret introducing you two to each other.”

Alex gave a laugh. “No, you don’t. You love that I get along with your family.”

“You get along with Isobel.” Michael corrected pointedly.

“I get along with Max just fine.”

“You got into a brawl with Max. Kyle and I have never even gotten into a physical fight, but you two did.”

“Old news.” Alex insisted.

“That was six months ago.”

“Old news.” He repeated, before changing the subject. “By the way, I had a great idea about how to get a Christmas tree.” Michael gave him a suspicious look, which he ignored, handing him his phone so he could look at the search results.

-----

The phone disconnected after two rings, as Liz lost the signal. She gave a curse at her luck, glancing around the empty desert landscape again. Max was tied into the tarp, which she’d been using to make it easier to drag him to safety. The jeep was still somewhat in view in the distance, but she’d stopped to try her phone again. If she could get a hold of someone in the group, they may be able to come get them and back them up against whoever had laid the trap. There was also the chance that Michael or Isobel might be under attack as well, which she couldn’t afford to think about right then - one crisis at a time.

Two cars pulled up to the Jeep, and Liz crouched down next to Max - watching. Three men stepped out of the vehicles - two aiming guns at the jeep before the third waved them away - noting it was empty. He stepped forward to gaze out at the darkness outside the car headlights. At the moment he was looking in the opposite direction than she’d taken them, but that could change.

“Miss Ortecho, I’m impressed.” He called out. “But I know you have to be close enough to hear me. You’re outnumbered, the alien is unconscious at best. Just turn him over to us, and you can go free. Nothing personal.”

Alex had been working on shutting down various alien-hunting programs since he first discovered Project Shepherd. Some of the people who’d been involved over the years had proven more dedicated than others, though. This wasn’t the first attack the group had endured, but it was the first in quite some time. Liz was no optimist, but she had begun to hope that they’d seen the last of them.

“Do a sweep.” The man told the other two, and they turned on flashlights as they made their way into the desert, thankfully on the other side of the highway first. Unfortunately, the leader didn’t follow - and she knew that attempting to pull Max farther would make too much noise.

It was Max they wanted, which meant she needed to lead them away. There were rocks around her on the desert floor, and Liz picked one up - scratching a message into the dirt quickly. When she’d finished, she leaned down to press a kiss to Max’s lips, lingering for a moment to gather herself. Then she moved away from him - still keeping the road in sight.

When she was a safe distance away, with Max no longer visible to her, she picked up a rock and hurled it - the thud was not as satisfying as she’d hoped, and the leader on the highway didn’t even turn. “C’mon…” She picked up another and threw it again - aiming for the guardrail this time. The sound was much more satisfying, and as the alien hunters began to shout at each other, she started running, making as much noise as possible.

-----

“Let’s get a Christmas tree, Michael. We can cut down our own, it isn’t rocket science, Michael. I’m a regular Paul Bunyan, Michael.”

“Okay, so it wasn’t my best idea.” Alex was forced to admit, seeing as there had ended up being a couple of extra steps involved than he’d originally thought when the notion had struck him.

“It’s still dark out.”

“It’s six.”

“Why are we out of bed at six again?”

“Because we need a permit before we can chop down a tree. And we have to go somewhere to get the permit.”

“I feel like this whole idea is starting to get out of control.” Michael pointed out.

He probably wasn’t wrong. “I thought the permit would be available on-line. What kind of permit isn’t available to print off a computer?”

“Permits to cut down Christmas trees, apparently.”

There had been a brief argument over vehicles because Buffy and Bella were going to have to come with them, and Alex’s SUV was probably better for transporting all four of them, but Michael had pointed out that his truck would be better for transporting the actual tree. Michael had won out, and Buffy was currently on the seat between them happy as a lark. Bella had not been pleased with the lack of places to perch in Michael’s truck - having unsuccessfully attempted both the tiny ridge of dash and the back of the bench seat. Both had proven too narrow and she was currently in the footwell on the passenger side, attacking Alex’s shoelaces.

Alex pointedly ignored Michael’s jibe. “Did you text Liz?”

“Yeah, but I still haven’t heard back.”

“If they got in late, they might still be asleep.”

“Because they aren’t waking up at the crack of dawn to go get a permit to cut down a tree.”

“We could always let Isobel decorate for us.”

“You don’t play fair at all.” Michael complained.

“...you know me, I play to win.” Alex’s tone wasn’t quite as playful as the words implied, and Michael glanced over to find him watching him.

He hesitated a moment before replying. “I’m glad you do.”

-----

The sun was beginning to rise, painting the sky and landscape in yellow and oranges when Max gasped awake. For a moment he struggled against the ropes around him, as his mind tried to catch up on events. His body ached all over, and he remembered the cloud of yellow pollen. Then nothing. He must have passed out and crashed the jeep. “Liz? Liz!”

He wasn’t as good at telekinesis yet as Isobel, and nowhere near Michael’s level, but he could manage to untie the tarp from around him. Remnants of the yellow pollen still clung to his coat, and despite the chill of the desert morning, he shrugged it off. He could see where the jeep had crashed into the guardrail. Two unknown vehicles were parked in front of and behind it, but there was no one in sight.

“Liz!” He shouted again.

As he stood, he paused when he saw a message etched into the dirt beside him.

‘Follow Me.’

Max allowed himself to feel relief at the message, resting his hand on the letters. Clearly, though, something was wrong, and he didn’t have much time. He didn’t even know exactly how long he’d been out or when Liz had written the message. Closing his eyes, he reached out to where he could feel the connection between Liz and himself, and he followed it.

-----

There was an array of ghost towns and abandoned buildings dotting the southwest. Liz wasn’t sure if the building she found belonged to a forgotten town, or had once been privately owned and fallen into disrepair. She’d been leading the alien hunters on a wild goose chase for hours. She was exhausted, and the dilapidated structure gave her some much-needed cover.

Inside it was dusty, and probably not structurally safe, but at least she was hidden from sight. She pulled out her phone, and barely resisted shouting in relief when she saw she had a signal. She dialed Michael’s number first, but frowned when it went to voicemail. She was about to try Isobel’s number next when a flash of green light filled the building.

She scrambled to her feet, instinct registering a threat in the sudden appearance of someone else. Then her mind caught up with what she was seeing. “Max!”

“Liz!”

Liz launched herself at him, curling her arms around his shoulders. “You’re alright. You’re safe.”

“I’m fine.” Max returned the embrace, some of the tension in his body easing. “Are you?”

“I am now.”

“Where are we? What happened?”

“I have… no idea where we are.” Liz admitted, stepping reluctantly back. “There was this pollen mister - it must have had some sort of timer on it, and then these alien hunters showed up. I’ve been leading them around all night - they can’t be far. We need to go.”

“I’m not sure my jeep will work, and I don’t exactly have a clear fix on that - it’s just a stretch of road. I’m not even sure what the mile marker is.”

“Michael didn’t pick up, do you think he and Isobel…?”

“One way to find out. You ready?” He held out his hand, which she took without hesitation. Max closed his eyes, concentrating. “I think I can hone in on Michael.”

There was the sound of footsteps from outside in the front area of the building.. “They’re coming.” She warned him.

“Hold on.”

There was a flash of green light before bullets peppered the building, shredding through the old wooden walls of the structure. When the door was kicked open by their pursuers a moment later, nobody was inside to be found.

-----

It had seemed like such an easy, simple task. Domestic even. Isobel had threatened them for proof of a tree, and it had turned out Michael had never had one of his own before. It was the perfect opportunity to start a new tradition for both of them. Thousands of people managed to do such a simple task without problems annually. It had started out well enough, despite Michael’s teasing and complaints. They’d gotten their permit. They’d gone to one of the indicated areas on the maps to choose a tree.

In retrospect, Max and Liz not getting in contact before morning should have made obvious what was about to happen, Alex admitted to himself as he squared off with two armed gunman with an axe. Michael had stopped the first set of bullets mid-air with his mind, but their assailants seemed to be gearing up for round two Their lack of reaction to his telekinesis had all sorts of alarm bells going off in Alex’s head. Alien hunters, his mind provided unhelpfully.

“We just want the alien.” One told him.

“Over my dead body.” Alex replied.

“Your funeral.”

Michael caught the second set of bullets, but Alex saw one pull out a canister, and cursed. He had no doubt some of the orchid pollen was inside. Before he could move, though, a green flash filled the area. When the light faded, Max and Liz had appeared out of nowhere next to them. It wasn’t the first time Alex had seen one of them teleport, but it was rare and drained a lot of their energy.

Their sudden appearance caused the two men to freeze, and Alex switched his grip on the axe - tossing it at the man with the canister. He dodged, dropping it harmlessly to the ground, unopened. There was a brief moment where he wondered if they would try to shoot again, but apparently the loss of the pollen and the appearance of more opponents was more than the job was worth. They took off in the opposite direction, disappearing among the trees with an ease that Alex knew he’d have to revisit later. It spoke of skill some of the previous alien hunters had lacked.

“Okay, so you’re throwing axes now… is it a bad time to mention that’s pretty hot?” Michael said, his tone only partway joking despite the situation.

“Terrible timing, but remind me to revisit the thought later.” Alex shot back, still keeping one eye on the trees around them for another attack.

Max suddenly sagged, stumbling slightly, and Michael jumped forward to help catch him. “How far did you teleport?”

“Twice.” Max admitted.

“Twice what?”

“He teleported twice.” Liz provided.

“Shit, Max.” Michael took his weight. “You get attacked too?”

“Last night on the way home.” Liz answered again, taking Max’s other arm - more to be near him than take any of his weight off Michael.

“Isobel.” Max spoke up.

“You aren’t teleporting again, and I can’t take four of us on my own.” Michael told him.

“I can call her.” Alex offered.

“No signal.” Liz told him, already checking her phone.

“Let’s just take the truck.” Michael cut in. “You can lie down in the back.”

Alex grabbed the Axe back up, along with the canister - he wasn’t about to let the alien hunters retrieve the weapon and use it later. “Let’s go.”

-----

Two police cars were outside of Isobel’s house.

Despite his exhaustion, Max was the first one in through the door. “Isobel!”

Isobel turned from where she was talking to Sheriff Valenti. “Hey, you okay?”

“What happened? Are you okay?” Max asked, looking her over for injuries.

“It was a break-in attempt, but your sister handled it before calling us. Johnson has the perp and is going to take him to the station right now.” Sheriff Valenti told him. “I should have hired your sister instead of you, Evans.”

“Funny.” Max told her.

“I’ll call you if I remember anything else.” Isobel told her.

“We’ll let you know if we learn anything on our end.” Sheriff Valenti assured her, before leaving.

“What happened to your head?” Isobel noted the injury he’d received when he crashed the jeep. It was a small bump, and he hadn't really paid any intention to it so far.

“We were in a car accident. They used some sort of pollen time bomb on Max. I had no signal last night and Michael didn’t pick up his phone this morning.” Liz put in.

“Someone took me to the middle of the wilderness with poor reception to chop down a tree.” Michael protested.

“There was also alien hunters.” Alex pointed out. “They must be from the last project. They seemed pretty trained.”

“Luckily nobody was badly hurt.” Max reassured her.

Isobel glared at Michael and Alex. “So, you weren’t planning on getting a Christmas Tree. Were you?”

“That is what you got from all of this?” Michael asked her.

“I learned everything else from the mind of the guy who broke in. He was mostly a grunt, but I got the gist of the operation, including headquarters location.” Isobel shrugged. “You two, though. I bet you didn’t even get the tree.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Who has Grizabella by the way?” Max asked. He’d been too tired on the trip down to notice his surroundings.

“Bella.” Michael and Liz corrected in unison.

“She’s in Michael’s truck cab.” Alex volunteered the information.

“That’s right. Isobel gave Bella to Michael and Alex.” Liz grinned.

“Now wait a minute.” Max turned to her.

“Hey, Alex, Max is coming to Christmas Carol Karaoke. So you and Mikey have to come too.”

“Seriously, Max?” Alex gave him an exasperated look.

“Why do I have to come?” Michael asked.

“Because if I have to suffer, so do you.”

“Hey, attacks by alien hunters are extenuating circumstances.” Max protested.

“No, you said she’d keep her until we got home, it absolutely counts.” Liz disagreed.

“Which reminds me you owe me about seventy-five dollars in broken ornaments.” Isobel cut in.

“Why can’t you just string popcorn like a normal person?” Max asked her.

“Let’s get out of here while can.” Michael suggested to Alex.

“We want our cat back.” Liz reminded them.

“You aren’t getting out of this just because of alien hunters.” Isobel turned back to them. “Tree. Pictures. Tonight.”

“We should probably compare notes.” Liz mentioned. “We can all get trees tomorrow.”

“Fine.” Isobel relented.

“We already have a tree.” Max pointed out.

“You have a big house. You can have two.” Isobel crossed her arms, smiling at him pointedly.

“Plenty of room.” Max relented.

“Told you she was scary about this.” Michael whispered to Alex.

“I didn’t catch that.” Isobel glared at him.

“We should have eggnog while we discuss this.” Michael suggested instead, and Isobel shot him a glare. “Or hot toddies?”

“I have the makings for both.” Isobel assured him, turning toward the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“I’ll get Grizabella and Buffy. Keys?” Alex held out his hand to Michael, who handed them off.

“I’ll help.” Liz volunteered.

‘Traitor.’ Max mouthed at her from behind Isoble’s back.

‘I love you.’ She mouthed back, before following Alex out to Michael’s truck. “Did you really take Michael to cut down your own Christmas tree?”

“Yes, and it would have been a great morning if we weren’t attacked.” Alex told her. “How was the lame date to view Christmas lights?”

“It wasn’t lame, it was sweet.” Liz protested as he handed her Bella. “We had dinner at the YellowBrix restaurant, we snuggled on a boat. We got poinsettias, which turned out to be an orchid pollen time bomb, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Alex grinned as he picked Buffy up and shut the truck door. “So alien hunters aside, it’s a great start to the holidays.”

“Alien hunters aside.” Liz agreed, as Bella bumped her forehead pointedly against her. “C’mon, Bella, I’ll let you knock over Aunt Iz’s tree again as revenge for the reindeer antlers.”

“Oh, so you stalk Isobel’s social media, too.”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

#roswell new mexico #rnmnwafweekend2019 #rnm echo #malex #isobel evans #rnm fic #christmas fic

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tentoriwrites · 4 years

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Voltage Otome Trope Bingo #1

Eons ago @hifftn came up with this idea to do Trope Bingo for the various Voltage fandoms. I finally finished my first piece! Circled in blue below you will see the tropes featured in this fanfic! 2,600+ words of pure indulgence with only a vague touch of plot to keep it from being too cluttered! XD Also, sorry about Atlas being a bit OOC, I haven’t really read his route in like a year now... ^_^;

“You’re the only person I know that sprains their ankle running in a straight line on level ground!” Atlas shouted as he looked over the park planter to eye our assailants. A hail of bullets ricocheted off the planter throwing up sparks and chips of concrete. He immediately ducked back down.

“To my credit, I was being shot at!” I quipped back fearfully as I clutched my throbbing ankle.

“Which makes the running in a straight line bit EVEN better.” He grumbled as he checked his ammunition.

“Well... some of us aren’t used to being shot at every day!”

“Only every other day…”

“HEY!” It’s not like I wanted to be a criminal… I pouted for a brief moment until I felt the ground rumbling. I looked around in horror as I saw everyone rushing to clear the streets. Even our assailants were booking it out of Dodge.

“What’s going on?” Atlas looked around in disbelief.

“Oh stars…” It occurred to me then what planet we were on. “Atlas… We need to get inside!”

“Yeah, like I’m just going to sit on my hands and wait for them to come back!” He was already on his feet offering me a hand.

“You don’t understand you should just leave me here!” I took his hand and gave him a quick shove towards a nearby laundry once I was upright.

Atlas let out a long suffering sigh before hefting me into his arms bridal style. “Would you make yourself useful and shut up!” He took off at a pace much faster than I imagined he could while carrying so much physical and emotional baggage around. The closer we got to the door, the more the rumbling intensified. A good Samaritan threw the door open and yanked us in. Without explanation, they slammed it shut and hit a switch on the wall. Heavy sounding metal plates slid down and locked firmly into place.

“You just made it!” An old woman standing near a basin of sudsy water chimed over the intensifying rumble. She pulled the plug to drain the water. “Another moment or two longer and you would have been cooked!” The nonchalant way she said that last line was deeply unsettling…

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on here or do you just expect me to hack into the Union database and figure out?” Atlas huffed as he finally put me back on my feet.

The old woman eyed me a moment when I winced.

“This whole planet is covered in huge underground springs.” I pulled out my tablet and showed him a geologic map of the area. “This town is right next to one of the largest. It’s famous throughout the Union for going off once a month and spews millions of gallons of super-heated water into the air.”

“Darn right, Missy!” The old woman interjected as everyone started looking up to the ceiling. The rumbling had stopped. Suddenly, it felt like the whole world was splitting in two just before the deluge. A deafening roar of water filled the air and vibrated the building in a wholly different way than before. The old woman met my anxiety driven expression with a serene smile. “I built this place specially to harness the mineral water and turn it into a luxury hot spring!”

Atlas and I both looked around dubious of that comment. The laundry was small, cramped, and extremely dirty. The old woman seemed to pick up on this immediately, donning a huge grin. “Follow me…”

Atlas and I both looked at each other.

“That wasn’t a request…” Her sweet old woman demeanor dropped in an instant as she shot us a death glare from the doorway.

“Listen lady.” Atlas started to give her a piece of his mind.

“I assure you, criminal, I’m no lady.” A devious smile crept across her lips as everyone in the laundry pulled out guns and aimed them at us.

My heart hammered in my chest as I eyed the still locked doors and windows. My mind was trying desperately to figure out if I could hack into the system with my tablet.

“We’re all criminals like you!” The old man chimed very pleased with herself. “Hate those Union bastards! So any enemy of theirs is a friend of mine. Come on now and have a nice soak. It’ll fix that ankle right up!”

“It’s not like we can really leave right now…” Atlas vaguely motioned to the windows on one side of the building.

“Even if I lifted the metal plates you still couldn’t waltz out there right now anyways.” The old woman started tottering down a hall.

“The water has to drain and the surface has to cool down.” I explained as I glanced at Atlas.

“Guess we really have no choice then…” Atlas holstered his gun and started for the door. He offered me a hand when he noticed me hopping along awkwardly.

The old woman was standing in the middle of a lavish, wide hall. It looked like we had stepped into a whole other world. “Nice, no?” She grinned wide as she pulled out a key ring. Pulling a key out immediately, she unlocked the door in front of her. “Have a nice rest, on the house. Once everything settles down, you can give those Unions idiots the slip.” She seemed pretty genuine in the offer, but Atlas still gripped my hand tightly.

“Give me one good reason why we should trust you.”

The old woman laughed long and hard. “We clean a lot of things here for a lot of people, Sonny. Including items for people very much opposed to the Union. You’re in good hands.” She donned a cheesy smile and stuck out her pinkie. “I promise.”

“A pinkie promise is pretty serious.”

“You have got to be kidding me…” Atlas smacked his forehead.

“Well say what you want but I take them very seriously!” I hobbled over to the old woman and linked my pinkie with hers.

“Atta girl!” She shook her hand up and down while our pinkies were still locked. Then she shoved the door open revealing the most lavish room I had ever seen. “I’ll have some food brought by soon, enjoy the bath in the meantime!” With that she tottered away leaving me to ogle the room.

Atlas finally joined me at the door, but he seemed just as dumbfounded as me. After a long moment of stunned silence, he muttered under his breath. “Smugglers…” A faint smile he took a tentative step into the room. “Well they definitely aren’t going to bring the Union here…”

“Well that’s a relief…” I wandered in behind him and closed the door. The whole room was full of rich and plush fabrics from the blankets on the bed to the upholstery on the furniture. I sank into an over-sized chair and sighed in satisfaction. “This is nice…”

“Yeah but where is this bath?” Atlas very cautiously opened the only other door in the room. “That’s not a bath…”

“What is it?” I sat up and craned my neck to look into the room.

“A damn swimming pool…”

I knew I looked completely confused as I got up and walked up behind him. Swimming pool was an exaggeration but it was definitely not a bath tub. 5 or 6 people could comfortably sit in the steaming water.

“That looks wonderful…”

“Then get in.” Atlas started to move to leave. He must have seen the pout on my face because he stopped and faced me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face. “You look like you have something to say…” Even though his voice had a gruff edge there was a fire in his eyes.

“Well…” My eyes darted to the pooltub as I scrambled for an excuse to get him to join me. “I was just thinking I might need some help getting in and out. What if I slip and get hurt even worse?” Yes play to your strengths! Even if those strengths include being a total klutz…

Atlas rolled his eyes as if he were completely put off by the whole thing. “Fine, fine…” He offered me his hand again. “It’d be a pain in the pass if I had to carry you all the way back to the ship.”

SCORE!

I sat down on a chair near the “bath” and started taking my jacket off. I looked over and Atlas was on the complete opposite side of the room taking his jacket off. Well he did agree to take a bath with me so I guess I can’t be too mad. Except he stopped after taking off his jacket…

“I thought you were going to take a bath too…”

He gave me a smug look. “I said I would help you in and out. I never said I was taking one with you.”

Not… technically… wrong… I sighed inwardly before taking off the rest of my clothes. Gentleman that he was, Atlas didn’t look the whole time. Which filled me with one part relief, one part odd disappointment. With a towel wrapped around me, told him I was ready.

I took the hand he offered me and a ginger stepped to the edge of the bath. Just as I was about to step in, a sharp pain in my ankle made me jump. Small though it may have been, it was enough to make me slip and start falling. I watched as the water seemed to come ever closer, in slow motion, that is until something completely different filled my vision. After the water cleared, I realized that Atlas had broke my fall and was now blowing bubbles at me from under the water. As if in a horror movie with one jump scare after another, the towel lazily floated between us…

“Sorry!” I hurriedly grasped the towel and moved to get off the very unamused looking Atlas. I barely covered myself and scurried to a corner of the spacious bath to cower in mortified shame and embarrassment. Atlas looked at me completely exasperated as half his face remained below the surface, then quickly looked away.

“You gonna do something with that towel or you gonna pretend to be a bathhouse lady?” His head now fully above the water, I could see his cheeks turning a bit red. I stared at him agape for a minute while my brain argued with itself as to whether the water caused his red cheeks or he was blushing. Atlas Molniya absolutely doesn’t blush. Can we make Atlas Molniya blush? I’m certainly willing to try!

“Since you’re already all wet…”I smiled awkwardly at Atlas hoping the heat of the water would explain away my red cheeks too.

“Do you know where we are…?” There was a dangerous lilt to his voice that completely threw me off.

“In… a… bathtub…?” I was pretty sure that wasn’t the answer he was looking for but the look he was giving me made it REALLY hard to think straight. The only thing louder than my racing heart was the slow slosh of the water every time he moved closer.

“We’re in an underworld bathhouse… You do know what kinds of things happen in underworld bathhouses, right?”

“I’m… guessing more than just nice, relaxing baths?” It was more a squeak than anything.

“So much more…”

He was so close now I would have been able to feel his breath if it weren’t for the steam rising from the water. “TOO CLOSE!” I thrust out my hand and connected with his forehead

“Finally starting to understand the completely ridiculous situation we’ve managed to get ourselves in?” Atlas was back, but he still looked off.

“Well yes… But… Are you feeling all right?” I tried to sound more concerned than nervous but the shark in the water routine had been a bit much. In fact, I was feeling a little dizzy between my racing heart and the hot water.

“Never better. Why?” He stood up as he said this and immediately started wobbling. “Ok, maybe not…” He managed to get half way down again before he passed out… right on top of me…

“Oh, stars…”

Somehow I managed to get us both out of the bath and on to the floor. I had to get him out of these soaking wet clothes. And well… that was… certainly… something…

“Please don’t wake up right now… Please don’t wake up right now.” Red-faced I fumbled with the fastener on Atlas’s pants, with my eyes closed. The same quiet prayer escaping my lips on repeat.

“Ya know, consent goes both ways.” An irritated voice muttered as a clammy hand grasped mine.

“Oh stars! It wasn’t like that!” I feel as though my face got even redder at that moment. “I just thought if I couldn’t get you into the bed I could at least get most of your wet clothes off!” I huffed and turned away pouting.

“Uh huh…” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or truly skeptical of my motives.

“Are you feeling any better than that you’re out of the hot water?”

“Yeah.” Without saying much else he got to his feet, soggy shirt in hand.

“Uh…”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for this day to be over.”

“Oh…” I tried to hide my disappointment. It had been a really long day after all, what with the being chased and shot at, harbored by some crazy old lady in the criminal underworld, bathtub shenanigans… I came to an immediate stop next to Atlas, coming to the same realization at about the same time.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no! You just passed out! Take the bed and I’ll take the couch!”

“What kind of man would I be if I made a woman sleep on a couch when there’s a perfectly good bed?” He gave me a glare, but it was half-hearted at best.

“We could…” Oh stars… should I really say it?

“What? We could what?” Atlas flopped down on the couch and looked up at me.

“We could… just sleep together… in the bed… since there’s only one…”

His eyebrow quirked up ever so slightly. A blush started creeping up his neck. “I was trying to be a gentleman… But you’re making it real damn hard, I hope you’re aware of that.”

“I just don’t want you to sleep on the couch if you aren’t well.”

“It’s hard to think you have anything but bad intentions when I wake up to you in nothing but a towel trying to take my pants off…”

Oh… that is not a good look for my heart… I watched as he push the button on the wall to turn off the lights.

“AH!”

“What? Do you really want to have sex with the lights on?” I could hear shuffling as he moved closer. “I lived with Jaxson long enough that I refuse to have sex with the lights on.”

That’s fair. Jaxson does seem like the type to just… burst in at random times…

“Well no... it’s just I didn’t think you’d actually take me up on it?” There was just enough light in the room for me to see him get close. “What about you passing out?”

“I had to carry you halfway across town while being shot at. I was just overheated from that is all.”

“Ugh… I really should go on a diet…”

“Why? You’re fine just as you are…” His cool fingers worked their way under the towel until they found the flesh of my sides and gave it a firm squeeze.

“Oh stars…” Before I knew what was happening I was in the bed.

“Tonight, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we can take our time…” Much like the name of his ship, there was so much promise in his voice.

“Uh… are you at least going to let me put some clothes on first?”

“Nope.”

“Oh… all right…” Unable to get up through the tangle of his body of mine, I opted to snuggle up next to him and fall asleep instead.

#voltage #starship promise #atlas molniya #trope bingo #fanfic #indulgent fluff #side of spice

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jjmaebank · 5 years

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Hiya! I just went through your masterlist and I'm officially obsessed with your fanfics ;-; could you please do a fic where Scott Reed and Fem!Reader get paired in Seven Minutes of Heaven at a party and they're both crushing on each other? I'm sorry if it's too much, it's 2 am and I'm buzzed as hell 😹

Scott Reed - Truth or Dare

a/n: I hope you don’t mind I made it truth or dare instead of seven minutes of heaven cuz I already did a fic like that w Justin but its rlly similar :))

You weren’t really much of a party person but your best friend Hannah Baker had dragged you out to this one. It was Jessica Davis’s though, which made you kind of nervous seeing as she was one of the most, if not the most popular girl at Liberty High.

“Do we really have to go?” You whined as you approached the front door of the house that was packed with people from your school.

“Aw come on, (Y/N), don’t get cold feet now! You’ll have fun! Plus…Scott’s here,” Hannah wiggled her eyebrows, being the only person who knew about your colossal crush on the baseball player.

You went red and followed Hannah into Jessica’s house. To say the two of you felt out of place was an under statement, at least Hannah did until she found Clay Jensen. They went off together leaving you alone, standing awkwardly in Jess’s kitchen.

“Having fun, (Y/N)?” Someone asked.

You turned around and saw Jeff Atkins pouring himself a drink.

“Uh, yeah I guess,” you smiled, “I thought you don’t drink?”

“Nah this isn’t for me, my boy Scott just asked me to get him a beer,” Jeff smiled, “why don’t you come over and join us? We’re playing truth or dare.”

The mention of Scott’s name made your heart rate double.

“Oh, I’m not sure I-” you began.

“I’m not taking no for an answer (Y/N), don’t think I don’t notice the way you look at him, I’m gonna wingman you tonight,” Jeff smirked, grabbing your arm and dragging you through the crowd of people in the living room.

You reached the sofa area and saw Jess, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Monty and Scott. You made eye contact with him but quickly looked away.

“Oh, hey (Y/N), I didn’t realise you were coming,” Jessica smiled, “I’m glad though, finally another girl!”

She was drunk. So were half of the people here.

“Come sit down, here,” Jessica giggled, pointing to the spot next to her.

You smiled awkwardly and sat down in between her and Zach.

“So (Y/N), truth or dare?” Monty smirked, his mischievous smile making you uncomfortable.

“Um…truth,” you replied, biting your lip and twiddling your thumbs.

“Told you she’d pick truth…boring!” Monty laughed, looking over to Bryce who was smirking too.

“Fine, dare.” Monty and Bryce’s assumptions of you pissing you off.

“Ooo, okay, that’s more like it!” Bryce laughed.

“I dare you to make out with…Scott,” Monty smirked.

Scott rolled his eyes, it hurt you to say the least.

“Even better, go to that closet, and don’t come out for 3 minutes, see how far you can get Scotty,” Monty added.

“Seriously, Monty?” Scott sighed. Why was he being so rude?

You reluctantly followed Scott to the closet, he practically stomped off towards it. He didn’t have to make it that damn obvious he didn’t have an interest in you.

You both stood there in the dark, awkwardly.

“So, are we gonna do this?” Scott asked.

“Are you kidding me? You expect me to kiss you after you just made it very obvious to everyone there that you really don’t wanna do this?” You scoffed.

“W-what? No that’s not what I meant at all, (Y/N)-” He began to ramble.

“Then what did all that mean, the rolling your eyes, hm?”

“It had nothing to do with you, I swear, there’s nothing I’d rather do more than kiss you, I mean, yeah, well, I just didn’t like the way Monty was acting with you,” Scott stuttered.

You were taken aback. You’d sort of stopped listening after he said there’s nothing he’d rather do more than kiss you.

“So, can I kiss you?” Scott asked quietly after a moment of silence.

“Yeah,” you whispered, feeling his hands grab your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

You felt his lips smash onto yours, your first kiss filled with passion. You melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you than he already was. It was just like you’d imagined, your stomach was doing back flips and his touch sent shivers down your spine.

Your lips moved against each other perfectly, like they were dancing. Soon Scott pulled away.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he gasped.

“Trust me…me too.”

a/n: who else is as pissed as I am that we saw absolutely NO Scott reed in the season 3 trailer? I s2g if Scott isn’t in it…I’ll cry

#13 reasons why #13rw #13rw imagine #13 reasons imagine #justin foley #13rw spoilers #brandon flynn #scott reed #brandon butler #imagine #scott 13rw #scott reed imagine #scott reed x reader #scott reed 13rw

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carlottastudios · 4 years

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Why does my internal motivation seem to hate posting on Saturdays so much? But regardless, you guys ARE getting two posts this weekend! Hurray! Hopefully, these will lift your spirits at least a little during these nutsy times. Also, get ready for a long-ish description for this drawing because I feel it deserves it. This is a bit of a special sketch for me, not only because it features my current-favourite-ship-ever, but also because it was inspired by a certain song. A song which is basically KeithxZuri in a nutshell, and thus a song that I have personally dubbed “DA KEIRI SONG”. Yes, in all caps. Because I’m extra and because, seriously, it’s a beautifully fitting song. The song is, as you might’ve guessed from the title of this sketch, Shelter by Ray Lamontagne, but SPECIFICALLY, the cover version by Steven Yeun. And if that name rings a bell, THEN IT SHOULD! BECAUSE IT’S KEITH’S VOICE ACTOR! That’s right! The VA for half of this ship sang a beautiful cover of this song (not to mention played it on the guitar) (can I just take a moment to acknowledge the fact that Steven Yeun has the voice of an angel?) (oh, and I totally headcanon that Keith can play the guitar now!), this song which is beyond-a-doubt the theme song for this ship. Can you see now why I found this song so fitting that I had to make a drawing based off of it?!?! And why I hope to write a fanfic based on it too?!?! Now, given my huge-ass list of fanfic ideas, I can’t make any promises on the fanfic front, but I will try my darndest to write this one! And I will attempt to fill it with feels, hurt/comfort goodness and romantic softness out the wazoo! Now, I could end this description here, buuuuttt I wanna wax poetic a bit longer on why I find this song so damn fitting for my precious emo babus, as well as touch on why I drew them like this, soooooo I’m gonna! XD Firstly, I’m just quickly going to share the lyrics of the song to you guys so you all know what I’m talking about during my poetic waxing (also, here’s a link to the cover so you can fully appreciate Steven Yeun’s blessed rendition of this song: https://youtu.be/k6wDOi2HrsI): I guess you don’t need it I guess you don’t want me to repeat it But everything I have to give I give to you It’s not like we planned it You tried to stay but you could not stand it To see me shot down slow as though it wasn’t an easy thing to do Listen well All of this around us will fall over I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you I will shelter you I left you heartbroken But not until those very words were spoken Has anybody ever made such a fool outta you? It’s hard to believe it Even as my eyes don’t perceive it The very things that make you live are killing you Listen well All of this around us will fall over I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you I will shelter you Alright, so you all know this song now? Good! Now why is this song so fitting for keiri, you might be wondering if you weren’t one of those to whom I’ve rambled about keiri in private chats and therefor know more about this ship than most of my followers? Allow me to enlighten you!!! The song seems, at least in my interpretation, to be about a couple who’s facing difficulties, but that still love each other, and the narrator/singer affirms this love and this commitment and devotion they and the person they’re singing about/their partner have. It’s like the whole message of this song is “This isn’t going to be easy, but it’s going to be worth it, and even if everything else goes to shit, I know you still love me and I sure as heck still love you, and that’s what matters”. At least, that’s how I interpret it, and I know it might not be the original intended meaning, but that’s the meaning I get from this song. And this message pretty much describes how Keith and Zuri get together in most of my headcanons, including my main headcanon, which is the storyline I would write if I were in charge of VLD and had to make it a show. See, Keiri isn’t a fast-burn romance. I wouldn’t call it a slow-burn either, because I’m a bit too impatient to make it a slow-burn (I prefer couples being together over the process of them getting together), but the point is that they don’t get together immediately. The biggest reason for that is because of their emotional baggage. Keith, as we know, has trust issues and fears getting rejected and hurt by people he cares about. Zuri, for her part, is still stuck in the grieving process for the many losses she went through in her life and she fears that, if she gets close to someone again, they’ll just end up dying in the war just like pretty much everyone she cared deeply about in her life until this point. Nonetheless, they end up forming a bond and grow to deeply care about each other. It gets to the point where Keith trusts Zuri, views her as a close friend and even likes the idea of being in an intimate relationship with her (it helps that, yes, he finds her attractive). On Zuri’s side, it’s much the same: she trusts Keith, she’s attracted to Keith, she enjoys his company, she finds that she’s closer to him than she is with anyone, and the idea of being in a relationship with him does appeal to her very much. But it also scares her. All of the things I just said about how she views Keith scares her. Because what if something happens to him? What if he gets injured or worse in the war? What if it claims his life as well as the lives of everyone else she’s opened her heart to? Then all the pain of loss that she’s been trying to numb herself to and supress all these years will come crashing back, maybe even worse than before! So, even as she and Keith grow closer throughout their “courtship” period, she’s trying the whole time to keep a distance between them, to subtly push Keith away, to prevent him from getting too close, to keep from letting him in entirely. But Keith realizes what she’s doing. I mean, it’s hard for him not to: it’s what he’s been doing for years. And he knows first-hand how lonely and sad this kind of self-isolation feels, not to mention how unhealthy it is! BTW: I just want to note that, at this time, he’s forming closer bonds with the other paladins and getting a truly supportive found-family/support system, even though all that stuff with the BoM is still on his mind. I just wanted to say that he is in a better headspace by now. Still not perfect, but better than at the start of the show. So, yeah, he recognizes what Zuri’s trying to do and he knows that it’s not okay. So, he confronts her about it, which does get her to reveal what she’s going through and to admit that, yes, she’s been trying to push him (and the other paladins, I might add) away because she’s so terrified of the pain that losing him (and them) will cause her. And Keith is understanding, but also more determined than ever. He lets her know that he understands why she’s doing this, to avoid pain, but it’s going to cause more harm than good and it’s just going to hurt her in the long-run and he doesn’t want her to go through that hurt. He understands that she’s scared and that she has reason to be scared (they are fighting a war, after all) and that, honestly, he’s scared of losing his loved ones too. Hell, he did lose a loved one, his father, years ago, and it does still pain him. But that doesn’t make him wish he’d never loved his father. Similarly, his fear of losing the paladins doesn’t make him love them any less, and his fear of losing Zuri doesn’t make him not love her. It just makes him want to make the very most of his time with her. He tells her that he’s there for her, that no matter what she does, he’s not going to stop caring about her, and he knows that she cares about him too. He doesn’t push this part too much, though, thankfully. He respects Zuri too much to try coaxing her into the relationship that, let’s face it, they both know she wants. He’s ready and willing to be with her, but only if she is. It’s got to be mutual and, if she decides that she just isn’t ready to face her fear or that loving him is worth the pain that it could bring, he’ll be sad as hell but he’ll respect that. Thankfully, though, Zuri, after given a bit of time to think it over, does choose to stop living in fear and letting it cause her so much internalized and supressed heartache and misery and loneliness. So, even though it scares the shit out of her, she confesses her feelings for Keith and they finally get together. Of course, they still have their own issues and their problems don’t go away with them getting into a relationship. But the fact that they’ve found someone they can be open with, someone who they know will support them and love them throughout all of the trials life can offer, does make things easier. They are each other’s shelter in the storm of life, so to speak: not making the storm go away, but making it easier to bear as they get through it. And that, kids, is why I effin’ love my ship and why this song (particularly this version of the song) is their theme song! Also, I think that’s a long enough description for you! If you read the whole thing, you earn a gold star and a cookie! REFERENCES: None to be had except the character designs! DISCLAIMERS: Voltron: Legendary Defender © DreamWorks & World Events Productions Zuri © me this drawing © me

#Behold My Beautiful Little Brain Child (my original post)#Chicken Scratch Brain Child (my art)#Safe In My Space Pocket (voltron legendary defender)#Beloved Mullet Boi (VLD: keith)#My Damaged Galra Daughter (VLD: OC: zuri)#My Beloved Mullet Damaged Galra Chilron (VLD: keiri / keith x zuri)

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teejthedoughboy · 5 years

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Called It(Tyrus fanfic)

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Wrote this at 3am with a friend so excuse any errors. Let us know if you’d like more fics :)

“Is there anything else you wanna ask me?” TJ inquires, his hand inching closer to Cyrus’. He’s so nervous he feels lightheaded.

“Is there anything else you wanna tell me?” Cyrus asks, looking down at TJ’s hand, which was inching closer to his as they spoke.

TJ smiles. “Yeah,” he pauses, not thinking about what could happen next “...is there anything you want to tell me?” Part of him isn't sure Cyrus knows what he’s referring to, and that makes what he just said a lot less terrifying.

“Yes.” Cyrus beams, grabbing the hand that TJ has subconsciously inched closer to him. As soon as he feels the contact, TJ lets out a breath of air. Then he smiles. He wants to just start laughing, he’s so happy. And yes, he’s nervous, and he can tell Cyrus is too, but no emotion can change the way he feels right now, because he’s holding hands with Cyrus Goodman.

“Sooo...now what?” Cyrus grins. TJ can see the joy in his eyes, and he feels like he’s about to explode. This isn’t some misunderstanding, or some game. TJ is holding Cyrus’s hand, and Cyrus is happy about it.

“I don’t know,” TJ trails off, “maybe this?” He says slowly, leaning in slightly towards Cyrus.

“Earth to TJ!” Andi yelled, frantically waving her hand in his face.

TJ looked around him. Right. He was packed into a booth at the Spoon with Andi, Buffy, Jonah and Cyrus. Hanging out with the four of them had sounded a little intimidating, but at least he got to see Cyrus.

“What? Sorry.” He apologized, snapping out of his daze, but quickly falling into another one as he looked over at the brown haired boy sitting across from him.

“It’s your turn! Truth or dare?” Buffy asked, eyeing him carefully.

“Dare I guess?” TJ smiled and raising his eyebrows at Cyrus, who smiled at him a little. TJ’s heart raced from that alone.

“Oooh okay dare. Dare, dare, dare. What’s a good dare?” Andi thought aloud, glancing around the Spoon.

“I GOT ONE!” Jonah chimes in. “Ask for her number.” He exclaims, pointing to the short brunette waitress TJ knew from school.

TJ glanced at Cyrus, the pair growing increasingly tense. In truth, the boys had been an unofficial “thing” since that night on the bench, but nobody else knew. Cyrus swallowed hard, training his eyes on the grimey tabletop.

“What? I-I can’t do that.” TJ stuttered, his eyes darting around the small restaurant.

“Why not? It’s not like you have a girlfriend...right? DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFR-“ Andi blurted, only to be cut off by TJ.

“NO! N-no I don’t...” he paused, looking at Cyrus‘ uncomfortable expression, “have a girlfriend- but...I don’t even know the waitress!”

“Chicken.” Buffy teased, punching TJ on the shoulder.

“Guys he doesn’t want to,” Cyrus said quietly, shooting a sheepish smile towards TJ.

“Yeah, you’re right. I withdraw my dare,” Jonah said, holding his hands up in defeat. “Also I withdraw myself. I should get going to my guitar lesson.” He stood up from the booth suddenly and gathered his belongings, nearly causing Cyrus and Buffy to slide out with him.

TJ smiled, because he shouldn’t be excited about something as dumb as this, but Cyrus was right across from him now.

He kicked Cyrus under the table and saw him turn a slight shade of red. Thelonius, he saw Cyrus mouth, and now it was TJ’s turn to shoot the boy a death stare. Bench or no bench, Cyrus was a great best friend.

The group said their goodbyes to Jonah, and then immediately returned to their intense game of truth or dare.

“Alright Andi, your turn. Truth or dare.” Buffy spoke.

“Honesty is the best policy!” Andi giggled at her cheesy joke.

“Okay. What’s the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to you?” Buffy laughed.

Andi took a minute to consider her answer. “Probably when Cyrus and I both liked Jonah.” She laughed a little.

The small group fell silent, Cyrus going beet red.

TJ stared straight ahead of him, repeating what Andi had just said over and over in his head. Cyrus looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. So it must’ve been true. Cyrus liked Jonah. For all TJ knew, he could still like him. Maybe it was true that Cyrus was gay, but maybe he didnt like TJ at all. Maybe he was just using him to get over Jonah, or to get a boyfriend in front of Jonah.

No, TJ told himself. Cyrus would never do something like that. Besides, he had to be over Jonah by now. Jonah was straight, wasn’t he? But Jonah was so much of a nicer, better person than TJ ever was. TJ imagined Cyrus picking between him and Jonah. For some reason, he couldn’t imagine Cyrus picking him instead. TJ felt sick.

“I take it back, this is the most awkward thing that’s happened to me,” said a voice at the other end of the booth. TJ barely heard Andi as she laughed again, not catching the drift.

Buffy clamped her bottom lip between her teeth, turning towards Andi. “TJ didn’t know…” she muttered at a level that could only be heard by a very flustered looking Andi.

“....ohhhh.” Andi said, her brows knitting together in concern as she noticed Cyrus’s pained expression and realized what she had done. The whole table watched as TJ stood up, his seemingly angered expression going blank.

“TJ,WAIT!” Cyrus called, ignoring his friends’ pleads to stay and running after the boy. TJ, unfortunately, was far more fit than Cyrus, due to his status of basketball team captain. Cyrus stopped frequently to catch his breath, letting himself fall behind TJ.

Cyrus stopped running when Main Street came to a dead end. Where would TJ have gone? To his house, to the school gym, to the park?

Oh, God. Cyrus knew exactly where TJ was. With the little energy he had left, he sprinted towards the park.

TJ sat, head in his hands, on a swing. Tears of anger were rolling down his face, he wasn’t mad at Cyrus or Jonah- how could he be? He was angry at himself for letting someone else break down his walls. He was angry at himself because he could never hate Cyrus, no matter how hard he tried.

TJ felt a presence sit down next to him on the swings. He had known that Cyrus would find him, but he had no idea what he was going to say.

“TJ-“ Cyrus started, his voice full of hurt.

“Just get away from me” TJ muttered, making it impossible for Cyrus to hear what he said.

“What? I didn’t hear you?” Said Cyrus.

“JUST GET AWAY FROM ME, OKAY CYRUS? WHY DO YOU THINK I RAN AWAY FROM YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?” TJ yelled suddenly, making Cyrus step back a little. He gulped, lifting his head up. “Just leave me alone.”

“You didn't leave me alone. The second time we were here.”

TJ was still fuming, and he was never known to be cooperative when he was angry. “Whatever Cyrus. Play your little game, see if I care. Just leave me out of it,” he said, standing up from the swings and beginning to stomp off.

Cyrus surprised himself when he grabbed onto TJ’s shirt, whirling him around. “Teej - I don’t - oh my God, are you crying?” He let his hand fall and looked straight at TJ. “Teej, what’s going on?”

“It’s not like it matters to you anyway,” TJ finally said, letting out a fake laugh. “I’m not stupid - well, maybe I am, but I know you were just...using me.” TJ choked out, not completely believing the words tumbling from his lips. He let a tear fall down his face.

These words hit Cyrus like daggers. “TJ come here.” Cyrus inhaled, not expecting TJ to turn around. Surprisingly, TJ listened, turning on his heel. Cyrus intertwined his fingers with TJ’s and began to speak, “come on. You know me better than this. Why would I ever hurt you? And Jonah… that was all a long time ago, I don’t have feelings like that towards him anymore. And for the record you are not stupid. Please stop saying that you are.”

TJ stood there wordlessly, for a while, drinking in Cyrus’ words. He finally spoke, “I’m so sorry, cy. You’re right. I do know you better. I know you wouldn’t use me or hurt me. And I’m really sorry if I hurt you. I just-“ he smiled sadly, “I just don’t want to lose this. I care about you so much, underdog.”

“I care about you too, so so much. I think you underestimate how much people care about you, TJ. And I - God, I can’t believe you thought I was using you for Jonah. Do you know how-” Cyrus laughed,”-how crazy I am about you?”

TJ smiled a little.

“No, seriously! You’re always so nice to me, and my friends - even Buffy now. You put up with their impromptu truth or dare sessions, and Buffy and Andi’s comments about everything, and you’re so funny too. You know, you’re so cute when you smile and- oh” Cyrus stopped, realizing he was rambling, and blushed a little. “I’ve liked you for months, Teej, much more than anything I ever felt for Jonah. I’m just so glad I have you.”

TJ shut his eyes closed till he saw red, and he smiled and smiled. “I’m so glad I have you, Cyrus,” he said.

“Now, do you think we could fit two people on a swing?”

Back at The Spoon Buffy was trying, but failing, to comfort Andi.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT! I DIDN'T REALIZE - OH GOD CYRUS IS GONNA HATE ME!” Andi wailed, facepalming.

“Just calm down!” Buffy urged, looking out the window searching for any sign of either TJ or Cyrus. She was surprised to see the boys walking together, injured from a very bad, gay idea. She smiled faintly. “Hey Andi?” She called.

“Yeah?” Andi asked, turning her head to see what her friend was gaping at.

“I think they’re going to be just fine,” Buffy laughed, gazing at Andi’s awestruck expression.

“Called it.” Andi smirked.

#andi mack #tyrus #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #teej #fanfic #wrote this instead of sleeping

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