#hell follow her down till the sound of his voice will haunt her

[pencilscratchins]

they won’t let tpol be on season 3 of strange new worlds because they know footage of old tpol would allow me to finish my tripol silver springs fancam

#again this blog is now my diary #this is my twitter account now #sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #just gonna make posts until i am asked to leave the function #star trek #not art #star trek enterprise #tripol #tpol #trip tucker #just kidding they will never put tpol on strange new worlds because they hate women #and also me specifically #anyway time cast a spell of tpol #but she won’t forget him #she knows he could have loved her but she would not let him #hell follow her down till the sound of his voice will haunt her #she will never get away from the sound of the trip who loved her #etc etc

[little-diable]

Committed Sins – Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)

This is pure filth. And I'm not sorry for it. Don't copy or edit this to Wattpad or Ao3 please. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Priest Riddle and (y/n) keep on playing the same game over and over again, pwp

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, piv, wrong use of a rosary, spanking, degrading, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Tom Riddle x nun!fem!reader (1.5k words)

“Sister (y/n)?” The sharp voice left her tensing, eyes flickering up from the ground to meet Sister Jeany’s dark eyes. The elderly woman stared her down, hand tightening its grip on the wooden rosary dangling from her fingers, a daunting sight that followed (y/n) into her dreams, remembering the first time she had been forced to kneel on the wooden pearls, ripping open her skin as a punishment for sinning. “Priest Riddle is asking for you, God knows what he wants, but you better be on your finest behaviour. The Lord is always watching.” 

Slowly (y/n) rose to her feet, gaze averted as she followed Sister Jeany down the hallway, not daring to look at the other nuns, whispering about (y/n). It had been months since she had joined the convent, running away from her hometown, her abusive boyfriend, and her parents that have never cared for her. The convent had taken her in with open arms, at least till the first time they found her smoking a cigarette, punished with cleaning the hallways with a toothbrush and only a glass full of water. 

“Look at me.” The elderly woman forced (y/n) to halt, dangerous eyes shooting shudders down her spine. (Y/n) straightened her posture, forced to get lost in the eyes that projected a picture so haunting (y/n) forgot to breathe. “Whatever he asks you to do, you will do, you won’t protest. He is the Lord’s voice on this holy earth, what he asks you to do, is the Lord’s will. Do you understand?” 

(Y/n) could only nod her head, teeth leaving marks on her lower lip to bite down her smirk. It wasn’t the first time she had been called to Priest Riddle’s office, lured into the dark room that has seen more sins being committed than the human eye could count. The other nuns had no clue of the things the young priest did to (y/n), how he touched her with wandering hands, how he fucked her on his desk as if God himself was acting through his flesh cage. 

“Priest Riddle? (Y/n)’s here.” Sister Jeany’s call was met with a soft “Come in, please”. The woman watched (y/n) step into the room, door being shut in her face with a loud thud. The heavy wood of the door would keep their sounds bottled in, drowned out for curious ears, and nosy minds. 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Tell me, (y/n), how many sins have you committed in the past week?” The priest wore a sickening smirk on his lips, leaning back in his chair as he watched her stand proud before him. Her wandering fingers moved up her dress, all too familiar with the game he was playing, asking the same questions he’d always ask. 

“Four.” He hummed at her reply, eyes focusing on her fingers, watching her pop open the buttons of her dark habit. “I touched myself to the thought of you, in the confessional, moaned your name in the middle of the night, hoping that you’d hear me.”

“You’re walking a thin line, (y/n), soon your luck will run out. And then they’ll all know what a greedy whore you are for your priest's cock.” He rose to his feet as if the Devil himself was rising from hell, boots meeting the ground to walk to her. His cold hands caught hers, ripping them from her habit to undo the last button himself. She was naked beneath the habit, she had hoped that the day would end like this, with her body pressed against his, with her eyes squeezed shut and with her fingernails clawed into his skin. 

“For you I’d always sin, one with the call of darkness.” Their lips met in a bruising kiss, forcing a moan to claw through her, arms wrapped around his neck. The priest turned them around, pushing (y/n) against his desk, trapping her with no way out. He had her in his claws, one with the darkness thumping through his veins, a sour emotion that had been etched into his system from his first year on earth, following the Devil’s every command. 

She was pushed back against the table top, legs wrapped around the priest’s legs. His hand disappeared in the pocket of his jacket, wrapping his rosary around his fingers before he brought his hand between her naked thighs, guided by her moans. Her eyes met his as she felt the wooden pearls press against her folds, choking on her sob, not used to the unfamiliar sensation. 

The priest brushed the pearls through her folds, coated in her arousal, forcing the metal cross to leave imprints on her skin. It was sinful, so sinful, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but beg for more, needing to be stuffed by him, wanting to feel his fingers disappearing inside her. A heavy “Please” rolled off her tongue, echoing through the room like a prayer spoken by one of the nuns, filled by nothing but the wish to please the Lord in Heaven. 

Her trembling frame was pushed even closer towards him, gasping in surprise as she felt two of his fingers being pushing into her, forcing her walls to part. The priest didn’t give her the needed time to adjust, eyes rolling back into her head, trapped in the darkness he had unleashed upon her body. Curses left her, rumbling through his chuckling frame like a prayer both spoke in unison. 

“I will fuck you now, remind you who you belong to. Not to Him, but to me, to me only.” A protesting whine left (y/n) as he pulled his fingers from her cunt, forcing her lips to part to lick his digits clean. Their eyes kept holding contact while she moved her tongue, moaning at her taste, urged on by the anticipation flushing through her system. “Turn around.”

It took her a moment to follow the command, rising to her feet with quivering limbs, back turned towards him as she pressed her front against the table top. His hand came in contact with her behind, spanking her without a warning, making (y/n) tighten her hold on the edge of the table. A simple “Count” left the man, hand coming in contact with her skin once again. 

Every strike was met with a whimper, fighting against the need to press her thighs together, unable to stop her arousal from dripping down her inner thighs. He found a sick satisfaction in seeing her whimper for him, in leaving his handprint on her skin, clearly marking her as his property, his toy. 

Only as a soft “Six” left (y/n) did he let go of her, freeing his hardening cock to give her a few seconds to catch her breath. His cock was brushed through her folds, collecting enough arousal to push into her with ease, coaxing a high pitched moan from her swollen lips. The man fucked her fast, not holding back as his hips snapped against her bruised behind, forcing himself deeper into her tightness with every thrust. 

“Christ, you’re so big.” Her words were met with another strike of his hand, murmuring a sharp “Don’t take His name in vain”. Like a sinning woman should be punished, he left her begging for more, something only He’d be able to give her, not one wandering with darkness seeping from every hole of his body. 

Her knuckles turned lighter as (y/n) clung to the edge of the table, feeling her walls flutter around him, ready to give in within the first few moments. She was desperate for her release, desperate to let go with the priest’s name leaving her, and with her heart picking up its racing beat. 

“Look at you, trembling with my cock buried inside of you, you will burn in hell one day.” It was a foolish threat, he’d burn right next to her, forever tied together by the sins they keep committing together, but (y/n) couldn’t pay his words enough attention, fighting against her arising orgasm. Her walls clenched down on his cock, begging him to give her the final push. With a click of his tongue he tainted her, forcing her to hold on, fucking her faster with groans rumbling through the man of God. 

One of his cold hands found its way to her cunt, rubbing her bundle of nerves to give her the final push, choking on his name. He kept snapping his hips, cock buried inside of her till he forced himself to pull himself free, releasing himself on the back of her thighs. With his cum running along her skin, the priest forced her to stand, lips meeting one last time before they redressed. 

“Oh, and (y/n),” he called after her, stopping her from leaving his office. “Go and pray, confess to your sins, may he be benevolent with your sinning soul.”

#Tom Riddle smut #priest fic #Tom Riddle imagine

[creatorismynameboi07]

One more chance…

Kevin levin x gn reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: ( this is older Kevin you know the one from the future episode in the classic bed 10) age gap ( 31-22)/blood/gore ( it’s Kevin)/handcuffs/mentions of Ben 10, Gwen/flirting/swearing

Colors- Kevin-black,You-Red Gwen- purple,Ben-Green

Summary: being with a psychopath was not how you wanted to spend your day, but what happens when that psychopath is an old friend who you may or may not have old feelings for. Only time will tell if you can tame the wicked man or fall victim to his charm …you’ll have to wait and see.

Authors note: Yay! This my first ever fan fic! Sorry if it’s bad my spelling is terrible cuz am dyslexic. Anyway on to the story! ( also this is the best picture I could find of Kevin 11000 🥲)

Also if there are any warnings I missed please tell me! Thanks!

Being alone with a psychopath was not how you thought you would be spending your day….

You looked over at Kevin, who was just sitting there handcuffed in a armchair, he didn’t notice you were staring at him as he was probably thinking of way out of here, you roll your eyes looking away from him trying to think of something else then the fact you had to watch him.

How did you get stuck with him?

Well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty……

Ben had got a tip about the whereabouts of Kevin. Apparently Kevin was going to raid some warehouse and since Ben was so obsessed over catching Kevin, you and Gwen didn’t have a choice but to follow along with the plan. When your three had gotten to the place that the tip had leaded you towards, you weren’t expecting to see the site of bloody corpses all around the floor of the warehouse and Kevin standing in middle of it all, a single light was all that illuminated the site before you as Kevin was standing there covering in blood head to toe.

You shake your head,trying to forget the memories that haunted your mind. You look back at Kevin who was still looking around the room, for a second you remembered how Kevin was when you first met him how much he had changed…..Those thoughts left as quickly as they came.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize you were staring at Kevin.

“See something you like?”

Kevin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you quickly realize that you were still staring at him and quickly looked away from his gaze.

“What? Getting shy on me?”

Your face begins to heat up from his words. Who does he think he is flirting with you like the two of you were lovers! You grimaced at the thought of you two being a “thing”. That thought echoed in your mind, over, over, and over. Till Kevin voice once again snapped you out of it.

“What cat got your tongue?”

The sound of Kevin’s handcuffs jiggling around as he moves positions to have his legs across over one another and his head resting on his fist. “Tch just be quiet!” You say with irritation, Kevin huffs and closes his eyes.

“You could be a little nicer…” Kevin mumbled under his breath

…..

…..

…Was he serious….

To think he really think that he had any authority to demand you to be Nicer to him!

You stand up from your spot on the couch and slowly walk towards Kevin till you were right in front of him. Kevin open his eyes and look up at you slowly.

“What? Do you want an apolo-“

before Kevin could finish you had punched him square in the face causing him to spit out blood and what looked like a tiny tooth chip.

“ What the hell!”

The voice of Ben broke you out of your rage, you looked towards Ben your face was still flustered at what Kevin had said to you.

“I said watch him not fucking punch him!?”

Ben snapped at you, Gwen who wasn’t far behind from Ben silently placed a hand on Ben’s shoulder calming him down immediately.

“Am sure they had a reason to punch Kevin, now calm down Ben.”

Gwen said calmly, her voice somewhat relieved the mood, Ben sighed then apologized for yelling at you, then walked past you to try to get Kevin spill on some information he needed. “You’ve done enough for today…go get some rest ok?” Gwen patted your shoulder then walking to join Ben.

You left the room closing the door behind you, it only took you a couple minutes for you reach your room, as soon you entered the room you plopped on your bed. A sigh left your mouth as you let all the stress of the day pass away,

You looked up the ceiling thinking about what Kevin had said, it still pissed you off! But there wasn’t much you could do about it, if Ben and Gwen hadn’t shown up when they had did you probably would’ve done more then just punched him.

“See something you like?”

His voice echoed in your head like mantra.

It wasn’t a secret that you had a little crush on Kevin but you thought you had gotten over it years ago when Kevin tried killing Ben.

You thought…

But it seem that the feelings for him never truly left no matter how much you hated yourself for liking him, there was some part of you that still remembered who he was, still hoping he would change. But that hope died a quickly as it came.

Your eyes began to grow heavy, before you knew it you were fast asleep

A flash of Kevin’s face flashed through your mind, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you felt your ribs beginning to hurt….

Maybe you could give him a chance…

One…more…chance….

…

….

……

To be continued…..

Authors note: YAY FINALLY ITS DONE! Well half of it anyway….

Sorry it took so long I was busy with thinking of a plot and stuff,but am glad I at least finished part 1! It’s kinda short but am proud of it!

Anyhoo I hope y’all enjoyed

(I promise 2 part will be better and longer!)

Bye!

#kevin levin x reader #ben 10 classic #kevin 11

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 42.5

*Warning Adult Content*

Dominic

Have you ever had your heart snatched out of your chest and stomped on right in front of you?

No I don't think you have or you wouldn't be alive to read this.

This is how I feel... I feel alone, worthless like nothing in this world would brighten my day again.

The sunset will never be breath taking again.

A football game will never be fun again... Nothing matters but her.

I was so torn inside I couldn't muster the courage to say her name or my world would crash completely to my feet and there would be no coming back.

She left, rejected me... for the life of me I never would have guess it would hurt this bad.

Now I understand why a man would become a rouge wolf.

I knew now why they are so bitter and angry because this is the worst punishment a man or woman could ever go through.

My life was never meant to be this way... I was supposed to find her, we fall madly in love and watch her grow with my pups.

Sit in the back yard together and watch our pups play while we laugh with joy... we were supposed to grow old together.

No this, I was never meant to find her then lose her in less than a month.

I couldn't get her look of horror out of my head, it haunted me in my sleep and throughout my days.

I definitely couldn't shake the sound of her blood curdling scream from bouncing around in my head constancy sending shivers of agony though my body.

Why, why did this happen to us... I thought if I showed her the real me she would be accepting, a little freak out of course, I could have handled that but she ran from me.

A grunt of pain left my lips as a shot of fire pierced through my heart.

I collapsed against the wall outside sliding down, my legs refused to hold my weight anymore.

I clutched at my chest, a grimace on my face as I waited for it to pass.

This has been happening more often, I think it was her letting me go further and further from her heart and life.

It was tearing me apart the more she pushed me away.

I ruggedly breathed through the pain for a few minutes till it faded but always lay dormant for the next time she let herself forget a piece of me go.

Tears built in my eyes, I didn't want her to forget me, I wanted her to love me.

I brought my knees up to my chest and lay my head down on them.

This wasn't fair... I would forever have a hole in my heart.

I know that I asked Liam to help me but I was just being selfish, he had his own mate to deal with, he doesn't need my mate problems on his shoulders too.

I began choking on my sobs... she was so lucky... she could forget me because she was human, she would be forever in my mind and heart even if it's incomplete and always will be.

"Dominic?" Alpha Jacob's voice had me shooting my head up out of surprise.

Shit... I scrambled up to my feet... I couldn't have him see me so weak when I was going to be the next beta out of some miracle.

"Alpha." I inclined my head down standing at attention, showing him respect with my eyes cast down.

He had Wyatt our Beta next to him and he was giving me a sympathetic look and I cringed.

"What are you doing, son?" the Alpha asked me.

"Nothing sir," I said, nodding and looking over to Beta Wyatt.

"Come. Take a walk with us," he said giving me a gentle smile.

This was our Alpha, he was one of the best a pack could have.

Refine, charming, generous, caring along with strict and stern all the quality's an Alpha need to be a great leader.

He passed all those traits down to his son and I knew this pack was in good hands.

I nodded and quietly followed them as they went over the estate looking for thing to fix and change.

They were talking amongst themselves and I was starting to get annoyed as to why the hell they wanted me to walk with them if they were just going to ignore me.

I could be wallowing in self-pity right now... I sighed as I watched the two men, I was envious of them of one thing though.

They had women who loved them unconditionally... they never knew the feeling of what a rejection could do to you.

It made you physically weak, depressed and hurt all over to where dying would be the best antidote.

To bad I wasn't suicidal, it would made thing a whole lot easier though.

"So Dominic, you've improved in your training drastically. I would have to say your one of the top in the group along with Liam," Alpha Jacob said.

"I am?" I asked, astonished. I hadn't noticed.

I guess I have been working my ass off, more so to keep my mind busy.

"Yes, you're working your way up there. You're almost Enforcer material, you could be defending our lines in but a short amount of time. Wyatt and your father Reed have kept close tabs on your progress and with a little separate training you could stand beside your father."

I gaped at them as we came to a stop at the of the house.

"Seriously?"

He laughed as Wyatt had just a small smile on his face.

"Wyatt would be willing to teach you, if you're up for it along with your father of course."

"Y-yes, yes it would be an honor to be an Enforcer," I told them.

And it was true I have always wanted to be a defender of our pack, be the one they can look up to along with their Alpha and here was my opportunity.

"Good, we'll have you start tomorrow," he said and I nodded eagerly.

"But Dom, there's one condition," he was suddenly very seriously. I turned warily.

"What's that, Sir?"

"That you don't let this consume you. You're young, have fun, hang out with your friends."

My enthusiasm died quickly and I scoffed bitterly.

"No disrespect to you Alpha but I honestly don't care about that. About hanging with friends or anyone for that matter, Sir," I told him truthfully.

He sighed his face dropping a bit in disappointment and then I realized that something was wrong, the way they were acting was off.

"You know... don't you?" I asked suspiciously and their eyes widened before reluctantly nodding in unison.

"Right..." I hissed angry that they were pitying me.

"Did you give the position to me to make me feel better?" I asked a little harsh than necessary.

"No, that was all you."

I nodded, suddenly wanting to be somewhere else.

"Can I be excused?" I asked looking anywhere but their direction and I heard a sigh.

"Dom, you have to let us help you... others don't have people to help them through this," Beta Wyatt said.

"No offence Beta but even if they had people, there is nothing you can say or do that will make this easier. So can I leave now," I growled staring at the ground.

"Liam asked me to help and you are a member of my pack... I will not give up on you Dominic no matter what you say, I am here to help those who need it," Alpha said.

I shook my head and walked away not even waiting to be excused.

*****

"Dude, she was all over me at Tyler's party. Screaming my name all night man," Shane said getting a high five from the guys at our table.

He was gossiping about getting laid to the guys as we sat for lunch.

Alpha Jacobs forced me to go to school today even though I refused, you can't ignore orders.

Sighing I moved my food around my plate keeping my eyes down so they wouldn't wonder across the room where 'she' was.

I could smell her and it made my wolf whine in agony.

He was torn that she didn't except us and I could feel him weakening every day.

We were dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The further she got, the dimmer our life got.

There was one thing that could help and that was going rouge letting my wolf take over completely and cutting all ties to my humanity but I didn't want that.

I didn't want to lose myself even though it hurt.

"Hey, Dom you good man?" Seth one of the guy's my pack asked me.

He had blonde hair and honest green eyes.

He was one of my good friends besides Liam.

I nodded my head.

"Yeah."

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Just a headache," I lied.

He looked concerned at me... I don't think he believed me but he didn't press... thank the Spirits.

"Dom, I'm having a party tonight, you coming?" Shane asked and I shook my head.

"I don't think so," I told him and he pouted.

"Come on, you my got to be my wingman. We're going to tear some fem tail up."

He wiggled his eye brows suggestively.

"I'm good."

I narrowed my eyes at him... I knew he wanted me to get over her... no one knew she was my mate they all thought she was some girl I was into.

That was a good thing... I didn't need their pity.

He shrugged and went back to talking.

Soon enough the bell rung and we all got up.

Seth was beside me as we made it to our class, about one step in the door I forgot to get my math book so I told him to tell the teacher.

Nodding he went to sit in his seat while I race back down the hall reaching my locker.

The corridors were empty so I quickly grabbed my book and slammed my locker shut... right when I turned I noticed a figure walking my way down the hall and knew instantly it was her.

The smell of her jasmine scent made me want to whine and the glow of her caramel color skin looked so soft I wanted to touch her so badly.

She tried and kept her eyes away from me by using her long curly hair as a veil but we were alone and this was a chance I could have to get her back.

"Jeanine," I said my voice weak but she heard me and she flinched walking faster.

"Jeanine," I called out louder, following her now.

"Please, talk to me," I begged but she refused to acknowledge me like all the other times I've done to get her to hear me out.

I sighed grabbing her arm gently but she still let out a squeak of fright.

Her beautiful brown eyes were tainted with the look of terror.

I snatched my hand back like she had burned me.

She was scared... she was afraid of me.

My heart died a little more as my wolf howled.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Just leave me alone, Dominic."

Her chin was quivering and her eyes were filling up with tears.

"Jeanine, I would never hurt you. I love you..."

"Stop," she cut me off.

"Don't Dom."

She spun on her heels and ran.

"JEANINE," I screamed after her.

Again the fire shot through my heart again and I crumbled to my knees holding my chest and gritting my teeth from crying out.

She ran away from me again... out of my life.   

[snakeeatercorpo]

WOODSMAN

Journal entry #2 November 13th 2023

How long must I chase this monster, has it only been a couple of hours that has turned into days? The clouds never break apart and the maze of trees seem to go on forever. I’ve lost track of the killer. But I know it’s out there somewhere. I’ve never felt more determined in my life to find such a person. I now hear voices in my head that are of doubt, that I will never find the killer. It only fuels my anger and determination. Because I will never give up. Even whatever is in these woods that wants to kill me or just eat me alive. I won’t go down without a fight. I still can’t take away the memory of when I found the body, lifeless and I remember my heart dropping into my stomach to the point of blacking out. Everything slowed down but time was speeding by. Tears streamed down from my eyes like a waterfall as I held her bloody, lifeless body. She was everything to me, gave me everything that I didn’t deserve. For I’m not worthy of to have anything of love. That’s why her love was perfect could light the way through any dark place.

CHAPTER TWO SOMETHING IN THE WOODS

These woods are dark it’s quietness brings a stern of fear but I almost don’t mind it, It’s darkness almost mesmerizes me and is haunting. The lighting through the trees is spectacle, but as Lockk walks on that lonely trail he notices he’s not alone. When bright eyes began popping up around him in the trees and the loud crackling sounds like something jumping tree to tree.

It was getting louder and louder, till it felt like it was right behind him. Lockk begins sprinting down the trail, his heart racing and sweat pouring out of his pores. When he trips over a vine and smacks his face on the ground, breaking his nose as blood spews out all over his face and shirt. He roars in pain but rolls on his back to seeing a vile looking, creature with a hideous face and mouth full of sharp teeth, horns scaling up its back and fore head with two massive horn on the side of its head. What the hell are these things he thought.

They looked strong and muscular with long legs for fast sprinting speed. Their were more then ten of them coming out of the darkness of the trees. Lockk pointed his Glock at the creatures screaming “Get back!!!” But they only slowed down alittle till one tried to make the jump on him but Lockk shot the creature in the face. Bringing it down, the others stopped and saw their dead friend and charged down towards Lockk. He quickly stands up and starts shooting at the the creatures emptying one clip only taking down three. But more were coming out, so he turned around and ran down the trail not knowing where he was going and only hearing them chasing him and their horrifying wailing, screams echoing aloud.

Then after running for awhile Lockk saw their was a cliff and he stopped looking around only to see he was surrounded and their was no where to go. But only to jump and so that’s what he did. He was falling through trees breaking almost every bone in his body and smacking the ground where everything goes black right there. And in the blackness their was a beautiful small light light like a campfire but no flames only this divine beaming small light hovering over a circle of rocks. Lockk gets up to follow it and kneels next to the light and sees his loved one that he lost. Images of her face were flashing before him bringing tears to his eyes and then he looks up to see in front of of him was a tall person, wearing a work jacket and it’s hood was up. You couldn’t see the persons face not knowing if it was a woman or a man.

It’s voice was light hearted and gentle but it said “You died, but your not dead cause in this world when you die…you come to this area and when you touch the light. You will come back. Don’t give up Lockk, don’t give up.” Lockk touches the light and flash his body was flinging into the beaming brightness and appears in mid air landing beside the river. He laid their coughing multiple times, trying to catch his breath. He began crying and then laughing. He felt like he was losing his mind but Lockk just began to breath again and calm he became. Till glint shined off a few feet from and it was shimmering out of the mud. Lockk gets up from the mud and walks over to what made that shining glint and he dug his big bare hands in the mud and saw it was a leather-long handle. He gripped his hands around it tight and began using his strength to pull it out and a blade slid out of the mud. It’s length was 28 inch and 2.8 wide. It was extremely shard and had weird marks down it’s dark blue steel. The blade made him mesmerized by its beauty and he continued on the trail now armed and ready to fight whatever is in these woods.

#art #comics #scifi #thriller #original comic #comic

[rm-lionheart]

POWER MAKES THE MAN/// CHAPTER 7: Remember

Drac jumps up in surprise. His new body springs up from a kneeling position. Hood's condescending voice is ringing in his mind. Is he going crazy?

You're not going crazy. We fused. Our bodies did but not our psyches; for now we are different personalities inhabiting the same brain. You know what a brain is, farm boy?

"Ofcourse, my father taught me well."

Good. I thought I was going to have to haunt an idiot till the rest of our days.

"So, will this be a permanent thing? 'Cos this sounds like it's gonna be very annoying. I mean… you can see me pee." 

Drac. When i said we fused, i meant i can feel every sensation as if it is mine. I see what you see, hear what you hear. I can feel the itch behind the right leg.

"Amazing…" A farmer with a deadly assassin in his head.

It was always meant to be this way for us, Copies. Actually, just me, since you are the original. Now take my Sword. Don't leave it behind before you search for your friend. 

“So bossy” Drac mumbles. He follows instructions.He takes the sheathe from the pile of clothes and takes the sword from the ground. The weight of the blade, the feel of the grip; it feels familiar. Like Drac had swung the sword a thousand times. He sheathes the short sword around his waist. It feels right. Drac puts his bow around and continues to search for Bree. 

The haunting chamber is now full of debris. Marks of sword fighting everywhere. The bloody Pentagram was almost beyond recognition. Look to the wall.

A large mirror. It hangs on the stone wall lit by torches. Of an oval shape. Its frame is a mess of twisting golden snakes. 

“What the hell is that?”

That is where the weird feeling is coming from. This other worldly ambience. Best to get out as fast as possible. 

“Wait. what's below it?” He walked to the mirror. Below the mirror is an altar with candles lit inside two old skulls. Between them is a book and a glass ball. 

A glass terminal. Meant for communication. 

The book catches their eye. Old and worn black binding, a gold eye in the middle with a slit pupil. Like a snake. Drac opens to a bookmarked page. A Manual of some kind. Lucky, it is written in Trae, Drac begins to read. 

Damn… Demon summoning, Necromancy…Mm, And Soul energy transfer. 

“A how to be evil handbook ”

Take it.

Drac grabs the book and continues to look for Bree. 

No sight of Bree anywhere in the room. Drac locates another door. Walk over to open it to reveal stairs going down. As Drac descends the smell of faeces and muck gets worse. A different type of horrible smell than upstairs. He reaches the bottom and turns right to see rows of Cells. Filled with the dead and the barely living. 

“He’s a Mad man.”

Drac discovers a solemn girl. Close to his age. Eyes staring into nothing.

“Bree!” Her eyes gain back life.

“Drac!! You’re alive” Tears rain from eyes fill with glee.

“I will get you out. I will get you all out.” 

Upstairs. Bring my picks here. Drac immediately ran back upstairs to Hood's jacket.  Agile as never before, leaping several steps each bound. He rummages around to find the picks and bolts back.

Jump. I will control the weight. 

Without a thought Drac jumps down the stairs. Passing all the steps before landing in a crouch. Drac feels loud or burden on his body

Mm, it worked.

“Are you trying out stuff? Now?”

 Cells?

Drac unlocked cells by picking each lock. 

How is this possible

I am imparting some knowledge for you to use.

The captives hear the clank of the door unlocking. They stumble to the front of the change. Old and young are emaciated. Pale from lake of sunlight.

“Don't worry, we will get you out” 

“We?” A young captive asks. 

“Huuuh, almost there?” Lock opens.

Now the rest.

More locks were picked. Captives scramble out the cells.

“Bree just a minute.” The last lock falls to the ground. Bree pushes the cell door to hug Drac.She squeezes tight. Drac returns her embrace. “Now where's the’ prick, Cal?”

Bree and Drac stare at Cal’s body. A pool of blood pours from him. 

“You did this? Your father taught you how to fight between cleaning chicken pens and hunting?”

“No, it was a friend. He couldn't stay long.” Drac patted the pommel of his new sword. “But he did leave a very nice gift. 

“Well, when you see him next, please give him my thanks.” Bree requests.

“Alright, I know he would appreciate it.”

I do.

“Now Bree, let us bring these people back to town.” 

************************************************

It is night. After bringing Bree and the captives to Plyton, Drac went back to his farm for a well earned rest. Drac lays on his straw bed. 

“Those people, the ones we saved. What kind hell must they have suffered.”

Mm. There were signs of experimentation on all of them. Cal seemed to have been trying to figure something out with the captives and he sort of succeeded, given how strong he was.

“What do you mean?”

Earlier today I mentioned Flame of The Soul to you. Aura/Ki are the more common ways to utilise Mana. Used mainly by Melee warriors. You can use Aura to increase strength, endurance, speed, agility, reaction time and senses. All things Soul flame can do. So why is using Aura more prominent amongst fighters? Ease of use. And Death.

“Death!?”

Mm, using Soulflame is essentially using your own soul to power your abilities except the mana around us

Mana…

Want to see?

“Ofcourse!”

A Wave of Colour explodes around Drac. A rainbow of colour mix and ripple against it each. 

This is Mana. It surrounds us all. To use it, talent, skill, determination and time are essential. But it was possible for me so it will be for you. 

The sight is awe inspiring. Drac reaches out. Colour moves around his hand. 

I was not taught this by my handler.

“Then where did you learn?” Drac plays with the colours 

Stole books, trial and a lot of errors. Started recently so I know little of spells except my favourite; Levitation. Although, it is weak, as you have experienced”

“Would’ve expected your choice of spells to be more, um, bloody.”

Hey, what's wrong with it? Wouldn’t anyone want to be able to flee the scene easily? Plus it looked fun. Seeing the mages fly around untouched. The ability to fly wherever, whenever. Why not?

Drac Agrees.

Now back to Cal. Cal used Soulflame to an absurd degree. When a normal person would have lost all his strength less then half way through our first fight., he kept increasing the pressure. Cal felt secure in his power. Knowing it would never end, soe fought again and again.

Soul Transfer. So the sacrifices replenished him when he felt low of soul. Cal…Why…?

You have known Cal for a time, correct? Was there any time he seemed to change?

Drac recalls the days he would play in the woods with Bree, Cal the minder and our protector. Drac remembered a time when Cal would share his catch from the river. A night under the stars, cooking fish on the wood fire.

“There was a mage he would always be with. Or maybe it was the mage following him around. I think he was his Magic teacher. Bald, old, always scowling at me. After the Mage arrived he started treating me differently. He treated everyone worse but me, I got it the worst. Beatings. By him or his new friends. Slurs thrown in my face. Soon the town took it as an example of how to treat me. There was something they were trying to tell me; leave this village. I left. Now I am a hero?” A tear drips on Drac’s tunic “Cheering me when those same voices casted me out.” 

Mm.

Sorry, sorry i shouldn’t have-”

It’s ok. I understand. 

And Drac knows Hood did.

Drac lays down his bed, colours surrounding him till sleep comes for him. 

#fantasy #martial arts #rmlionheart #writing #powers #webnovel #action

[stagefullofentertainment]

Christmas Time pt. 7

666 days till Christmas!

(What? Come again? Just that? Okay, got it. )

My dear reader, I'm terribly sorry but it appears that I made a small mistake! It's only 6 days left! I assure that I will try not to misinform you again. Also, today is about the start of outside winter activities!

Today I'm trying to write a bit more of a fanfic-like approach, so we'll see how that goes.

Remember how yesterday Charlie found notes on her gingerbread house? And how it made her a bit uneasy? Well, we continue from there!

It was a toss and turn kind of night for Charlie. Different ideas haunted her mind about what Alastor could want from her. Oh, she shouldn't have agreed to bargain with him.

"No matter what, I will handle it," Charlie was hyping herself up for half the night.

If it wasn't for Vaggie cuddling her and saying that she will be alright, Charlie probably overthought herself trough the entire night. Vaggie saying that she will knock him down if he's too cruel also helped.

In the early hours of morning, around 8 AM, a soft thud shook glass of the couple's window. Charlie did not hear it, Vaggie stirred a bit but remained sleeping. After a minute a louder thud repeated first's path. This time Vaggie jumped up and looked around but did not notice anything while Charlie turned around from her and slept further.

After a couple of seconds more thuds like the second one made noise and Vaggie concluded from where the sound was coming from. In the meantime, Charlie woke up and lazily followed Vaggie, not completely woken up yet. They both walked through the room's windows and glass doors to balcony. Vaggie slowly opened the curtains to see what was disturbing them.

She did not spot anything suspicious, just some...snow? It appeared like that but she hadn't seen any snow in hell anywhere. The thuds stopped and it remained eerie silent. Upon noticing snow, Charlie woke up from her state and couldn't contain excitement.

Charlie: Is that what I think it is? I only heard about it in the living world!

She thrillingly opened the curtains completely and walked through the door to room's balcony. Vaggie ran after her, trying to stop her and explain that this is too suspicious but Charlie didn't listen. She was preoccupied with inspecting show.

Vaggie tried again to get Charlie inside but she was shut by a ball of snow thrown to the back of her head out of nowhere. They both looked around but nobody seemed to be on the balcony.

If only a soul would look downwards,that would be applauded upon.

Hearing already familiar voice, both girls walked up the end of the balcony. At the backyard of their hotel stood huge ice lake with some snow around it. In the middle of it was a sentence, cut on ice from ice skates. It read:

Time for your dept. Come down here and enjoy!

Charlie was fast to run back to the room and get some warmer clothes while being deaf to Vaggie's warnings. Sighing, Vaggie decided to come along and watch over Charlie.

They both went to the backyard where Alastor was patiently waiting. Charlie ran to the ice lake and couldn't believe her eyes seeing this sort of thing right here! She touched it and it was real, not an illusion. Snow as well. She looked at Alastor who was watching her curiously.

Charlie: Al, why did you do this?

Alastor: Well, you seemed to have such a remarkable time yesterday and I though that I will continue it for you today!

Charlie: Wait! What about your notes? Didn't you want me to do something totally horrible or embarrassing?

Alastor: *Chuckles* That would be lovely but I'm not that ill-mannered. Perhaps for the next time.

Vaggie: Not ill-mannered? Who threw that snowball at me?!

Alastor: Aw, sorry, dear! I believe I couldn't contain myself.

Vaggie: *Murmurs* Punta Bendejo...

Another snowball immediately was thrown to her stomach, making Vaggie take a couple of steps back.

Alastor: *Smile becomes more sadistic* I heard that.

He reverts his smile and turns his attention back to Charlie who tries her best not to laugh at Vaggie.

Alastor: My dear, as I was saying before I got rudely interrupted, I made this for the day. Use it however you wish.

Charlie: That is kind of you! But I don't have any skates...

Alastor: First, I am not kind. Second!

*Alastor uses his overlord magic and a pair of red skates appears in Charlie's hands*

Alastor: Try these on! They should be good enough.

Charlie excitedly changes her shoes to ice skates and slowly walks to the edge of the ice lake. She stops and turns to Alastor and unimpressed Vaggie.

Charlie: Well, I don't actually know how to skate...

Alastor comes closer to her and offers her his hand. Charlie worriedly takes it and steps on the lake. She started to feel wobbly and grasped Alastor's hand tighter. He laughed menacingly, making Charlie look at him with absolute attention.

Alastor: Third!

Alastor leans to Charlie's ear and whispers:

It is part of my entertainment for today.

Alastor lets his grasp of Charlie's hand and twirls her around, completely letting himself go from her.

Charlie spins few times until she slowed down and stopped. She opened her eyes and observed that she was unsteadily standing in the middle of the lake.

#headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel alastor #charlie morningstar #vaggie #alastor

[party-gilmore]

Thinking about all the lesbians from the bar adopting Eliot and like.

On a more sentimental note.

Can we just.

He would Family them so fucking good???

Especially those who's families had rejected them like.

Every generation on down the line, from the elder dykes to the baby gays, he'd be such a sweet son/baby brother/annoying middle sibling/older brother/dad figure to them all, and like.

Of COURSE he soaks that up just as much as they do and if he thinks about it for too long there's a threat of waterworks so it goes in the box next to HardisonAndParker labeled "Well Don't THINK About It Then."

And he's always there to support them like as much as it's risky for him to interact too much with cops he's a bunch of the younger one's (and some around his age too, though the elders are a little more Handle It Themselves Like We've Always Done - Trust Me Sonny What Ever You've Got To Throw At Me Can't Hold A CANDLE To The Eighties) first call when they need a cishet-passing just-a-good-ol-boy sounding man to deal with an authority figure for them. He's the BEST at diffusing situations where police have been called or there's some Heartlander causing trouble. Sure he'd also LOVE to hit some of these fucks, but there'd always be some threat of retaliation later when Eliot's not available, you know?

And vice versa, they TRY and help him out, but it's always [Nate voice:] "you never admitted to needing need anything." So they bully him into accepting some comforts at least, even if they can't get the whole story out of him. And maybe there's one grizzled ex-vet, pushing 90 but still buff and ornery as hell. Tattooed every where. maybe she even runs the joint, used to be special forces herself till they found out she was lesbian (it might been fine if it were just her sexuality, but apparently her gender was a bigger issue) and started on a PMC tour of her own. She was good at what she did, and private companies were always a little more willing to look the other way in exchange for skill.

Anyways she not only knows The Look but also still keeps her ear to the ground, stays in touch with some old squad mates from the military days as well as some of her private security contacts. Spencer was WELL after her generation so the name doesn't spark anything until the boy comes in looking haunted as hell the night after The Warehouse, and she knows that look, so she starts digging.

The name gets her a heavily redacted service history, some spotty PMC employment records, and a frantic voicemail from a friend in Brussels telling her to stay the fuck away from Moreau's Dog.

She follows that name around a bit - it's like pulling teeth at first but when suddenly the news breaks that Moreau has conveniently just been imprisoned in San Lorenzo? it gets a hell of a lot easier. the only people who like to gossip more than freshly dumped pillow princesses are mercenaries whose NDA's have just been suddenly terminated - and gets a few more pieces of the story. Enough pieces to put together a decent picture.

Eliot heads right for the bar when he gets back to Boston, only to find it closed for a Private Event.

Damn.

He really coulda used just bein' around the girls for a bit tonight. After everything. Might as well head back to McRor-

"Bout time you got your ass back stateside, boy," comes Toby's gravelly smoker's drawl just as he turns to leave. "S'just you an' me an' a couple my ol' army buddies tonight, kid. We're gonna talk a bit then we're gonna drink a lot then we're gonna take all your money in a poker game. Get on in here."

And just like that Eliot's got himself a queer ex-vet ptsd support group too.

#toby as in tobias #it worked out well for her whenever she needed to codeswitch #because after she changed it at least when she had to deal with being male-passing she didnt have to get deadnamed #considering the way western-centric goyim always just assumed it was a mans name anyway #eliot spencer #and yeah i know hes already got a toby but whatever im projecting #maybe thats why he was so drawn to her in the first place #mayBE THATS WHAT WAS THE FIRST INSENSITIVE COMMENT HE MADE THAT STARTED THE FIRST FIGHT #like not even thinking about it as a microaggression just open mouth insert foot 'i knew a guy called toby once-' #then later after the Return and Apology he explained what he meant to say was she shares the name of someone who mentored him and changed #his life and he just. didnt think before he spoke about it. #lesbian bar au

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Right Where You Left Me

Summary: Y/N never expected to see him again. He tore her heart out and left her in the dusty heat of a Las Vegas diner. She never wanted to see him again, but sometimes the heart wants what heart wants.

Word Count: 3.7k

Author's Note: This is the first prompt that I wrote for 400 followers and it is based on Right Where You Left Me. Some background info: Spencer and Reader (Female pronouns) were lovers when they were 23, Spencer left to join the FBI and Y/N never recovered.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Content Warning: Angst till the very end, one use of f--k, reader cuts her hand on glass so blood is mentioned.

Right Where You Left Me

2009, Enterprise Diner, Las Vegas, Nevada

The bell above the door always sounds the same, no matter who walks into the little diner. Whether it’s exhausted truckers looking for a cheap cup of coffee or lonely souls looking to be a little less lonely for even an hour, the bell’s chime is always the same.

From the first time she met Spencer Reid, Y/N knew that boy was destined for greatness. His greatness is exceptionally painful when it juxtaposes her intense ordinariness. Part of her always dreams of the bell ringing and telling her that he’s back. He’s back and would no longer just haunting her dreams. But he isn’t back. He isn’t back and she’s right where he left her.

Y/N wipes the counter with a worn napkin, noticing how her skin is cracked from her fingertips to the butt of her palms. The bell rings and Y/N picks up her head. An elderly couple walks in holding hands. It’s amazing to her, to be that old and that in love. She wonders what it would be like to have the kind of love that you’ll never run out of things to say. If her past has taught her anything, Y/N tells herself she’s not the kind of girl that gets a lifelong romance. She’s not the kind of girl that gets someone who gets her.

She’s the kind of girl that’s frozen in the place right where he left her.

September 2012, Enterprise Diner, Las Vegas, Nevada

“One of these is not like the other,” Sabrina says in a singsong kind of voice. She walks out from behind the counter, finished with her shift. She wishes Y/N good night before she leaves the diner, telling her to lock up and handle the clean up. The busboy makes his way to the table of men with two kinds of coffee, decaf and regular, in her hands. Y/N follows, rolling her eyes, behind with three coffee mugs.

Apparently, there is a missing child case and the FBI has gotten involved. The two men, dressed intimidatingly in black suits and gray ties, looked very different from the younger man who sat across from them. It only took her a second to recognize that face. It’s the face of all her dreams that at one point was just out of reach. But now it’s just the face of rejection and hurt.

Before she even realizes it, the coffee mug that Y/N holds in her hand drops and shatters on the floor. The men, even vigilant, turn towards the noise. Y/N wanting to disappear into the night, drops to the floor to clean up the glass. She hears a shuffle from the booth and in comes a pair of well-worn converse into her field of vision.

“Here,” he says, his voice just soft and steady as ever, “let me, Y/N,”

Y/N drops the glass like it burns her. But in reality, she’s trying to get as far away as possible from Spencer, because she knows if she touches him again, she’ll never be able to survive letting go.

Spencer.

Spencer Reid crouches down before her just inches from her face all these years later. It seems unbelievable to see him in the flesh, but it’s him, even if he looks a little older and a little sadder.

“Thank you. I’m going to get you a new cup. I remember how much you love coffee,” Y/N whispers, wishing again that she could turn into the wind and disappear.

Y/N tries to ignore the way Spencer’s co-workers eye him when he returns to the seat. Clutching the pieces of glass, Y/N cuts her thumb. The dark red blood rushes out and she can feel her pulse rise. She wraps a white cloth over the cut. By the time she gets to Spencer’s table, the blood has pooled to the surface. She places the cups on the table, turning to leave, but a strong, yet gentle hand grasps her elbow.

“You’re bleeding?” Spencer says, his voice ends on a high note like he’s asking her more than telling her.

“Yeah, it’s fine Spencer. I’ll take care of it later, it’s just-”

“Let me help you,” he says, the two men, his co-workers, share a thoughtful glance. Y/N has the sneaking suspicion that they can read her mind or very much close to it.

She narrows her eyes at Spencer as her thumb pulsates and the blood soaked napkin grows even more red.

“Last time I checked you’re not a real doctor,” Y/N says, the venom in her voice all too apparent. The man sitting across from Spencer with the kinder eyes puts his hands up in defeat.

“What the hell is going on here? Do you know her or something, Spencer?” he says, his confusion about who Y/N is growing into frustration by the second. The man sitting next to the man with the kind eyes doesn’t say much. Y/N expects that he’s soaking in the entire interaction or is too tired to care about his co-worker’s personal drama.

“Huh, you didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell you FBI friends about me, Spencer? Huh, can I say that I’m not surprised by that at all,” Y/N responds, fumbling with managing to pour the coffee and covering her cut with the napkin.

“Please, Y/N you’re being ridiculous, let me help you,” Spencer asks or rather, begs Y/N. Y/N tries to not let him know how much it affects her when he rubs his thumb on the crook of her elbow.

“Fine, make it quick Spencer, I’m closing up tonight and I want to get home soon,” Y/N says, walking away from the table before Spencer can even get the chance to get up from the booth.

Y/N is too far past the booth to hear Spencer whisper to his co-workers that he’ll find his own way back to the hotel. She runs her thumb under the running water, watching as the blood clears up, revealing her clean finger. Y/N can feel Spencer’s looming presence behind her. She can smell his cologne and thinks if he cans any closer she’d be able to feel his body heat.

“You’re not supposed to be back here, Spencer,” Y/N says, she knows she’s being short and clippy with Spencer, but she supposes that should be expected, considering how he left her all those years ago.

“That never stopped me, or you for that matter before,” Spencer says, taking a step forward. His hand comes up to gently hold Y/N’s. She can feel his fingertips on her skin for the first time in years. Y/N has to close her eyes to focus on anything but how close Spencer’s body is to her’s. It’s restraint in it’s finest.

“Things have changed, Spencer. People have changed,” Y/N says, she doesn’t make a move that tells Spencer she doesn’t like him touching her. Spencer, whose hands have a slight tremor as they hold Y/N’s, practices an equal amount of restraint as Y/N does. He has to stop the thoughts of what it would be like to feel his hand against her hand again or how she’d sound if he could muster up the courage to kiss her again. He can’t even think of the first place he’d want to kiss her if he had the chance again.

“I’ve changed, Y/N, I’ve changed,” Spencer says, knowing fully that he’s pleading with the girl whose heart he broke 7 years ago.

“I have a hard time believing that one, Spencer. You were always the exception to the rule, whether you liked it or not,” she tells him. Her voice has lost all venom. It’s bare to the world without any weapons to wield.

“Let me fix you up and I’ll be out of your life again,” He says, still holding on to her wrist, still holding on to hope.

Y/N nods and tells him where he can find the first aid kit. She watches as he reaches up to the top shelf and carefully places the kit on the counter. Y/N holds out her hand as Spencer takes an alcohol wipe to her wound. He grimaces more than she does, afraid that somehow, all these years later, he’s still causing her pain. What he doesn’t know is that his touch stings more than the strongest rubbing alcohol in existence.

“So,” Spencer starts, hating that there’s silence between the two of them, when a decade ago that would have been impossible, “how’ve you been?”

“I’m good, Spence, I’ve been good. All I ever wanted was a quiet life, and I guess that’s what I got,” Y/N says, Spencer knows her answer is cordial. It's an answer that you give when you really don’t want to give an answer.

“That’s good, Y/N. I’m happy for you,” Spencer says, he doesn’t realize that he’s been rubbing his thumb against Y/N palm until she reaches into the first aid kit and tosses a band-aid at him. Spencer blushes slightly, but thinks that he’s not offending her too much since he’s still at the diner.

“What about you, Spence? Did you ever find uh….someone that could…” Y/N says, her voice trailing off, too afraid to finish the sentence herself, but aware that Spencer is probably the only person on Earth that could fill in the blanks. He was always good like that, he could always fill in her blanks and make sense of her senseless.

“Find someone, like a wife?” Spencer asks, the blush returning to his cheeks, “no, Y/N I’m not married. Are..are you? Do you have, um, a husband?” Spencer asks, hating the way that he stumbles over the word “husband” like it’s a dirty word. Though he supposes that it is a dirty word when Y/N’s husband is not synonymous with Spencer Reid.

“God no, Spence. I couldn’t not after, you know,” Y/N says, again letting Spencer fill in the blanks and hoping beyond belief that he’d pick up the pieces too. Spencer looks over at where his co-workers sat when they were working, he can't say he’s disappointed to see that they are gone.

“I never really apologized for what I said to you, Y/N. I know that I’ll never make it up to you, but..”

“It’s okay, Spencer. You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, I’m just a waitress. And you, god. You are you. How could I ever think that I’d get a happily ever after with someone like you,” Y/N says, brushing past Spencer to collect the coffee mugs from the table.

“Please Y/N don’t believe that for a second,” Spencer says, his voice full of pain and regret.

Y/N thinks about the times that she would dream of seeing him again. She can’t remember if she’d rather him to be sorry or if she'd rather him rush back to her and sweep her off her feet again with a love confession that rivals the greatest stories ever told. But then again, waitresses don’t get knights in shining armor. Especially when those knights wear sweater vests, despite being in law enforcement. Spencer always loved facts, and he told it to her in a few more words than necessary, people like Spencer Reid don’t end up with people like Y/N Y/LN.

“You still think too highly of me, even after I hurt you, I can’t apologize enough for what I did to you,” Spencer says, hanging his head low. His hair, that’s grown much longer, falls into place over his eyes, as if it’s shielding Spencer from Y/N.

“Did you come here tonight thinking I’d be here? Did a part of you still want to see me?” Y/N asks, she wants to reach out and touch Spencer’s hand, she wants to reach out and feel that his hand is still the same hand that would caress her face and make all her worries vanish. But it’s hard when that hand is attached to the man who destroyed you.

“I didn’t think you’d still work here, Y/N. You always hated living in the desert. Remember how we talked of getting a place somewhere cold where you can see the snow, but still be warm-”

“And safe inside? Yeah, Spencer, I remember that. But that was our dream, how can I still want that when it’s tainted by you,” Y/N spits, walking towards the last booth in the row. She plops down, sinking into the plastic covered cushion. Spencer, nervously, sits down next to her. He doesn’t say anything, knowing how Y/N’s bated breath and tapping foot tell him she’s going to unleash 7 years of pent of hatred and frustration. And somehow, 7 years of desire and want and love.

“I lied Spencer,” Y/N says, looking down at the table. “I lied. I hate it here, you’re right. God, why are you always right?” She smiles wickedly and Spencer has to tell himself to not give way to his emotions. He needs to let Y/N finally release her justified anger onto him.

“You moved on, Spencer. You moved on and I’m right where you left me,” Y/N’s strained voice is perhaps noise that Spencer knows will haunt his nightmares, “It’s like I’m a ghost of that girl I was when I was 23, waiting for someone who’s moved on. Waiting for you, but god, no one wants to love someone so fucking pathetic,”

Spencer wants to react, he wants to reach out a kiss away Y/N tears that fall down her cheeks. He wants to make her pain go away, but how can he when he’s her pain. Spencer knew he never wanted to end up like his father, yet sitting in that corner booth watching Y/N cry, Spencer realizes he’s his father’s son. Spencer realizes that he ran away from the best thing that ever happened to him, when thought he got a better opportunity.

“I never moved on Y/N,” Spencer says, reaching down inside himself for the courage to tenderly hold Y/N’s hands in his own. Even all these years later, her hand still feels the same inside his.

“I’ve thought about you every single day of my life. It’s a curse, Y/N, not being able to forget how much I hurt you. As much as I try, I’ll never be able to erase the look on your face when I told you--”

“When you told me I wasn’t good enough,” Y/N finished for him. It looks like she can fill in his blanks as well as he can fill in her’s.

“I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I didn’t mean it and I know that you’ll never look at me the same way, but I’ve never stopped loving you, Y/N. I’ll never stop loving you,” Spencer says, he’s sobbing at this point. The tears trail down his face and his skin in blotchy red.

“Spencer,” Y/N says quietly, like she’s trying to control the mix of passion and fury that threatens to take control of her, “I need to get this out without interruptions, so just please listen to me,”

Spencer nods and tries his best to not react when Y/N reaches down to his lap and takes her hands into his. He tries to hold in the emotions that split seems in his not-so tough exterior.

“I created a fantasy for you Spencer. I gave you the life that I could never give you. In my head you had kids because I needed you to be deliriously happy. I gave you a wife and I hated her because I love you too much to hate you. I needed you to have the life that I couldn’t give you, because it beats thinking you’re a mess. It beats thinking you ended up like me,” Y/N professes.

Spencer brings his hands up to her cheeks wiping away the tears that fall rapidly. Even the time he was kidnapped, the countless of times he was beaten or held hostage, his heart never ached quite like this. His heart never yearned to soothe someone’s pain as it did when Spencer watched Y/N come to terms with the years and years of heartbreak Spencer left her in.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Spencer says, his fingers lacing through Y/N’s pinned up hair, “I hated myself for years for doing what I did to you. I knew that there was no one else, there’s no one else for me, Y/N,”

Y/N’s cheek presses up against Spencer’s chest, his warm body is home and is spicy, yet sweet cologne the closest thing to paradise. She tries to get control over her breathing, trying to steady it and not slobber too much over Spencer’s soft shirt. His hands anchor her to him. They latch on to her elbows, begging her silently to not shove him off and kick him to the curb, even though it’s what he deserves.

“Oh god Spencer. You really still are my Spencer, aren’t you?” Y/N asks, her voice slightly muffled by Spencer’s chest. She can hear his heart beat, even now, it’s still in sync with her heart beat. After all these years, between all these miles, throughout all this pain, Y/N’s heart still beats for Spencer’s.

“I don’t wanna lose you again, Y/N,” Spencer says, the tears back on his face, some have dried slightly and new ones make their way down and pool onto the back of Y/N’s head. Spencer brushes his fingers against Y/N, making sure that he’s actually holding her in his arms in this little diner he thought he’d left in the past.

“Please don’t hurt me again, Spencer. I love you too much to lose you again, but I can’t get hurt like that. I can’t bear to do that again,” Y/N says, raising her head to look at Spencer in the eyes.

She can see the glistening tears that fall down his face and the way his gaze softens when his eyes latch on to her. They could spend hours drinking each other in, making up for the lost years. She searches his face, finding new age lines and wrinkles, and maybe even a gray hair or two. But underneath all that, he’s still Spencer.

“I though our love was dead, Spencer. I thought I had my chance real young and the rest of my life was going to be spent haunting this booth, waiting for a man that in my delusions was married to a wife that wasn’t me and with kids that aren’t mine. But good God, Spencer, you really are too much sometimes?” Y/N says, her voice breathy and exasperated as she leans in close to Spencer.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Spencer says, terrified for her answer, even though he knew it already, based on how deeply Y/N looks into his eyes.

Y/N is quiet, and even though it’s just a moment it feels like forever. They are so quiet that all they can hear is their heartbeats. The little diner where their fateful love story took flight is never quiet, yet in that moment you can hear a hair pin drop. Spencer counts the seconds that pass, reading Y/N’s eyes, reading her emotion, and praying to a God he’s not sure is real that she’s not going to leave him this time.

“Yes, Spencer. I love you too much to let you walk out here again,” Y/N says, leaning into Spencer’s face.

She bridges the gap that they’ve both been ignoring since they realized they were in each other’s company again. Spencer is still when she leans in, he doesn’t realize until her soft lips kiss him how much he’s missed her. Before his mind is able to run off the far away places called doubt and denial, Y/N wraps her arms around Spencer’s neck, hooking him in closer. Having each other so close has never made them feel so utterly helpless and giddy. Spencer feels like he needs to tether himself to Y/N’s because he still feels like she’s going to float away. The world was dizzying and Spencer was the only solid, strong thing, holding her to Earth. Y/N always knew he was her anchor, it was just a matter of time before Spencer realized it too. Spencer’s quiet whimpers and shaky tremors spurred her on, kissing up and down the openness of his face until she felt the need for air.

“You’ve been practicing? You’re better at this than when you were 23,” Y/N says, not wanting to let go of Spencer’s neck.

“No, God no, Y/N. I haven’t been with anyone since you,” Spencer says, slightly ashamed to be reminded of his deepest mistake.

“Spencer, baby, you know I forgive you, right? And considering you kiss like that now, I know how you can make it up to me,” Y/N says, planting a couple light, feathery kisses up Spencer’s neck and to the corners of his mouth. Her lips are like a paintbrush on his, turning the grimace he holds into a winning smile. He remembers that it’s near impossible for him to not be flustered near Y/N. He’s glad, even now, that still rings true.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Spencer says, he leans his forehead against Y/N’s and lifts her hands to his mouth, kissing each of her fingers as he says “you are enough, and I’ll hope you’ll let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you,”

Y/N kisses Spencer on the nose as he scrunches it, causing her to laugh. She slips out of the booth and holds a hand out for Spencer to grasp. He takes it without hesitation and pulls her in closer. She supposes that after being apart for so long, it would take some time to get back into their rhythm. Y/N knows that it will never be the same; they aren’t 23 years old anymore. They’re scared and wounded, but together, Y/N thinks that they’ll never run out of things to talk about even if they are old and gray and wrinkled.

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Hawk’s eye| 18+

pairings: hawks [keigo tamaki] x female! reader

summary: hawks is in his rut, desperate for some relief. his annoying secretary won’t stop irritating him so he decides to take his pent up frustrations on her.       ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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anonymous said:

hi!! so while the requests are still open, could you write some headcannons for Hawks x reader when he's in rut? maybe the reader is a bit clueless and doesn't even know he goes through stuff like that? dirty details are welcome 👀❤️

this was high-key inspired by @tainted-wine​‘s this fic. (i hope u like my take on it !! 💓) 

a/n: aaaa this took so much longer than i thought it would take 😭, also thanks @the-grimm-writer  for proof reading this! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) also this is porn w plot so if u just was to skip to da porn. skip to this ‘◌’ bhai 

ALSO THANKYOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS LMAO WTF FOR REAL 😭

tagging: @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa​, @koiibito​, @reinawritesbnha​, @shorkbrian​

warnings: noncon, hate fucking, one slap, she bites his dick at some point, scumbag hawks.

word count:  5862

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The sound of your phone buzzing on the side table with a loud, irritating noise jolts you awake. You roll around on the bed, your fingers reaching to turn the vibrating device off. Groaning, you sit up straight. The warm mattress under you threatens to lull you back to sleep but you shove the thought away instead choosing to stretch your arms over your head and yawn endlessly. You were tired, so goddamn tired. Rubbing your temples lazily you start thinking about the dreadful day you have ahead of yourself. You think about your boss: Hawks, the man who makes you hate your life and job. He has trapped you into a never-ending nightmare which starts the second you open your eyes till the moment you fall asleep and even then he still manages to haunt you in your dreams. 

Cleaning up after his messes, obeying his ever so pliantly. He has turned you into his little pet slave. He says that it’s your job as you are his assistant, his little helper there to make his job a little less hectic. You must listen to his needs and wants and to some degree, you do agree with him: it is your job, it’s what you signed up for after all but you can also sense him misusing his title when he is with you. He never listens to your suggestions which results in him calling you late after work hours to help with his problems knowing damn well you had already warned him beforehand. And, oh his flirty, suggestive comments which borderline sexual harassment. Hawks is a difficult man to work with and you often find yourself wondering how much calmer your life would be if you never worked for him but you do not have that luxury of leaving the job. It pays ridiculously well and you have bills to pay, your family to support. No, you cannot afford to lose this job. So you sit through his torment and hope for the best.

Seconds later after you have gathered your will to live you start scrolling through your phone, skimming through the morning news lazily. Your eyebrows furrow and eyes turn into angry slits as you glance upon a displeasing, astonishing article.

 ‘No. 2 Hero Hawks spotted partying with strippers–’

Your heart stops for a moment.

What the fuck was this? 

You hesitantly read through the article, your heartbeat increasing every second that your eyes focus on the led screen, reading the details of the damned article. Eyes widening as panic settles in your nerves, you realize the gravity of the situation you had found yourself under as Hawks’ manager. Hawks had been spotted partying with strippers in a nightclub with a bunch of celebrities. The crazy stalker who had managed to follow him succeeded in capturing exclusive pictures of Hawks dressed in an expensive suit, his hair styled to perfection dancing under the dim lights of the club with women in basically their underwear shamelessly grinding upon him. You honestly couldn’t have given a single fuck about what Hawks did in his free time but since he had managed to get a paparazzi to tail him and now that his career was at risk; it became your problem. Your first and foremost instinct was to call Hawks and ask him what the hell he was thinking. Not being careful enough, he had managed to taint his entire reputation. The people of Japan now probably viewed him as a reckless party animal rather than the No. 2 Hero! 

Before you could call him, your phone’s screen lights up illuminating a contact you dread. ‘Hero Commission’ it’s written in bold letters, your face drops. Your fingers shake, filled with anxiety as you accept the call. Inhaling and exhaling, you try to calm your nerves. If it is a call from the Commission, you know it’s bad. Bad. 

You pick up the phone and instantly regret it, “What were you doing?” an angry, masculine voice snarls through the screen. You open your mouth to answer but are not given a chance too. “How did you let him go to a strip club during patrol hours?” you bite your lip thinking of an acceptable excuse, “He had to go there for work! It’s a misunderstanding. He went down to the strip club undercover to meet up with a crook to get some intel– that’s what he told me. This is a misunderstanding, I–” your explanation was cut short as the person on the other end of the call deemed it enough. “Whatever it is, fix it and never let this happen again.” he sneers a warning before cutting the call. It wasn’t a complete lie, Hawks did tell you that he was investigating a case on his own and that he would be gaining information from shady people but you did not expect him to go to a strip club out of all places. The worst part: he never even told you in detail anything about this case neither did he notice the paparazzi tailing his back. You sigh in frustration, rubbing your forehead, you quickly ring up his number only for it be sent right to voicemail. You almost scream. Where the fuck was this bastard?

Managing Hawks was not a walk in the park. The hero commission had sent you down especially to be Hawks’ secretary. You had a reputation: you were known to be responsible, diligent, and punctual. You were one of their best, entrusted with the responsibility to manage Hawks and you did a good job but it was Hawks who just made the job so hard. 

Creating problems he could never solve by himself; on lucky days you would get a call from him at three in the morning, him begging you to come to help him. You want to say no, deny him any help. Let him suffer by himself but you cannot do that. If he screws up and you are not there to fix it. You lose your job, you can’t afford that. You give your 100%, you do but it’s Hawks. He has a problem with you, well, he has a problem with everyone in the commission but projects it mainly at you. He does not respect you. 

He chooses to ignore your decisions and suggestions, diminishing them with a cruel chuckle, “Look, I need you but just not now.” He would say with an apologetic smile, “just let me work at my own pace, I will call when I will need you. After all, I love seeing your cute face.” You would always have to force yourself from not slapping his smug face before he took off into the bright, blue sky.

The truth untold, it wasn’t his fault completely either. He was just so fast. It was hard for anyone to keep up with him and since he did his job right; bringing peace to the nation you could not deem him worthless. But it still was a bother at times like this when you were left completely in the dark while Hawks ruined his hard-earned reputation. 

You got into the building earlier that morning to wait for Hawks in his office, you needed to talk to him. This was not his first mishap. Not long ago, another article about him shamelessly flirting with a fan had been published. It had said the fan was visibly uncomfortable with him but Hawks didn’t seem to care, he kept presting. You had managed to cover it up as the two being close friends who were publicly joking around, there was no real harm done. It was a lie though, you had to pay the fan a large check to keep her mouth shut. She accepted the money and the story was lost and forgotten but you had no idea how you were going to cover this hell up.

The clock struck nine as the day began, people rushing into the building all tensed but there was no sign of Hawks. You tried calling him on his number but the call directed to voicemail yet again. You were growing impatient, did something happen to him? Sure Hawks fucked things over sometimes but he never disappeared like this. It got you genuinely worried. Something horrible could have happened to him. After all, he was on a case. 

You waited for another thirty minutes and there was yet no sign of him. His sidekicks came knocking on his office door only to be surprised to see you there instead of their boss. You told them to continue with their day and not worry about Hawks, he was just awfully late. Not a big deal, he will be here soon. Soon. 

Another hour passed by, no sign of Hawks and about now your phone was blowing up with angry calls from his sponsors and business partners, screaming at the top of their lungs frowning upon the scandal. Heck, even Endeavor called you after he couldn’t reach Hawks himself. The call made you nervous as anxiety crept in yet again. Hawks wasn’t answering to Endeavour something bad must have happened. Getting tired of the wait, you make up your mind to drop by his penthouse and to go see him for yourself. His silence was driving you crazy and worried at the same time, you just hoped he would be there well and safe. You could not imagine the ruckus that would create if something were to happen to him. 

You walked out of his office after waiting for an hour. Rushing down to the basement you got into your car and before driving away to his house. Just before leaving, you decided to test your luck by calling him. Hoping, praying he would answer this time and luckily he did .

“Hawks!” you cried, a wave of relief washing over you, “Where are you? What are you doing?” you began pestering him with questions, not letting him answer even once. Hawks, tired of waiting,  interrupted your monologue of questions with a chuckle. “Aw, you’re worried about me, baby?” his tone was low and mischievous, the sentence slurring almost into a moan at the last word. You rolled your eyes and clenched your fists in irritation, you weren’t new to his teasing. Hawks thought it was appropriate for him to casually flirt with his secretary. Send unasked comments about your figure, perverted implications about what he would do to a ‘cute little thing like you’ which made you very uncomfortable being around him at times. But it wasn’t that what made him get on your last nerves. It was the fact that he could even think about joking at a time like this which made you furious. 

You screamed into the phone, giving him a piece of your mind. Degrading him for not taking care of himself, complaining about how he had managed to put you in such a tight spot. 

“Once again I am asking, where the fuck are you. Hawks?” you ended your speech with spite in your words. Hawks sighed, “I am in the office,” he says your name with an edge in his voice, instantly shutting you down, “Where the hell are you?” The smugness in his tone remains and you can tell he is smirking on the other side of the screen as if he’s won. You hang up abruptly before walking out of your car and into the building, hurriedly making your way towards Hawk’s office. 

You slam the door open glaring upon hawks as he sits behind his table. Dirty boots resting pliantly on the shiny, polished wood. His wings out, stretched to their fullest, filling up the room standing on high alert. They have a deeper hue to them, they look darker– a darker red. How did that happen? You find yourself wondering. Is he on drugs? His face is tilted upwards, facing the ceiling. Eyes screwed shut. They open as he hears you enter and walk towards him, his wings falling back behind him calm and collected. 

“You’re late,” he says with a smirk, you bang your fist on the table beside where his feet rest, making him flinch and bring them down instinctively. His eyes widened in shock, he was not expecting you to be this furious. Sure, he knew he knew he had gotten you mad but he was not expecting you to be this angry. Without any hesitation, you start scolding him again. He watches you ramble in ominous glee. A poker face masking his expression, he watches you trot about how much trouble he is in. His job is to protect meek and weak citizens who cannot fight for themselves, what he was doing in a strip in the name of business is something you cannot grasp your head around. You repeat your lecture which you had already tortured him over the phone while the entire time Hawks drums his fingers underneath the table, waiting for you to get over with your dumb speech. His eyes trail on your lips, watching it move. Plump, pillow-like features tinted dark red ramble on about how much of an irresponsible person he was. Complaining about how much trouble he puts you through daily. Honestly, he doesn���t quite catch what you were saying. His mind busy imaging you shutting the fuck and letting him get through the day– or better yet how pathetic you would look underneath him while he shoves his dick down your throat. The thought makes his cock throb. His eyes change from an unbothered, bored look to something sinister as they start trailing all over your body. His eyebrows slightly furrow as he catches up on the few degrading terms you throw at him. 

You talked too much. Way too much, do you realize how much better you would look if you keep your pretty, little mouth shut? The entire time, it’s always: Hawks don’t do this, Hawks don’t do that. Don’t you ever get tired? He wonders whether your dumb little brain had any thoughts other than the ones which tell you to irritate him all the time. You should shut up, really stop talking. He might do something bad, he’s already stressed enough as it is being in his rut and having no way to relieve himself, he is going through a rough time here. The other night he escaped to a strip club in hopes of relieving some stress and it had worked but it had also brought along a mind splitting scandal.

The entire morning, Hawks was busy avoiding people. Whether it be his fans, reporters, or even someone he knew; he paid no mind to them trying to get to the office as soon as possible to deal with the mess he had created.

It wasn’t his fault entirely, he was in his rut and needed sexual relief which he was finding very hard to receive. With his work piling up and you breathing down his neck, he couldn’t even take represents as they slowed him down. He couldn’t risk falling asleep on duty. A stupid, little headline about what he does in his free time was much more favorable than a failed mission in which he would let countless innocent lives slip by his fingers. 

He watches you ramble, his eyes trailing over your body locking on your tits. He stares at them intensely, watching them bounce slowly every time you huff out of irritation and frustration. Your work shirt works him favors, the white almost translucent material shows off the slightest shadow of your black, lacy bra. It’s enough to get him going- imaging how your soft mounds would feel in his hands. How you would whimper under his touch as he tugs and pulls on your perky nipples, you probably wouldn’t sound as monstrous as you do right now. Your moans would be girlish, small whimpers would leave your lips as you would try your best to cover them up. You would try to hide your face under his assault but he wouldn’t let you, pinning you down instead and forcing himself on you while you cried for him to stop. Beg for his mercy. 

He can feel his jeans tighten. 

“So please, Hawks. Just be a little more responsible.” you finish, your voice turning into a plea. He hums and apologizes for his impulsive thinking, like always, he is not sorry. “Let's fix this mess, what do you say?” he asks with an apologetic grin, trying to be polite. You on the other hand don’t even spare him a glance, walking right out the door instead. It leaves him very offended. 

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“Ah! What a troublesome day it was,” Hawks chimes in walking into his office with you closely following behind, “It was all your fault.” you spit making hawks chuckle, “Whatever happens, happens for the good.” he says, a scoff leaves your lips, “What was good about that?” you ask annoyed. “I get to have you alone with me now~” Hawks winks at you making you roll your eyes dramatically. Both of you stand together in Hawks’ office after hours. The day is done, everyone in the agency building has taken their leave excluding the two of you. It had been a long day fixing up after Hawks. You were tired and all you wanted was a warm bath and some sleep. 

“Do you want to know why it happened?” Hawks asks out of the blue, “What happened?” you question, “Why was I at the strip club?” you sigh, “I don’t give two shits about your personal life, Hawks.” replying sternly. A look of disappointment arises on his face, “It’s actually more than that, really, I u-uh have this condition- it gets very hard to work during these times-”

 “What are you even talking about?” You interject confused and clueless. You turn to him, a glare evident on your face you stare at him sheepishly. What was he on about now?

“I am serious, I went into my rut, and that's why I went to the strip club-” “Into a what?” Hawks’ eyes widened, were you really that clueless? “A rut, [y/n],” he says like it is a matter of fact, something everybody is aware of. “A rut. You know like how some animals go into heat and they-” your face scrunches as he explains his rut to you, you visibly grow more and more repulsed. Hawks studies you face, his heart genuinely breaking at your expressions. “Why are you telling me this?” you screech, “jeez Hawks, I did not need to know any of that!” you continue. 

Hawks is hurt, he accepted a reaction which showed more concern. Maybe he went a bit too far imagining that you would offer him help but seeing you so disgusted by him shattered his heart and made him lose all his respect for you. You were a terrible human being, no different from those villains he put behind the bars every day. “I am telling you all of this because- this actually happens!  Many- fuck- millions of people like me actually suffer from this shit! You should be a little more emphatic.” he reasons. He accepts you to understand at least now but you gloriously manage to disappoint him yet again. A rude snarl leaves your lips followed by a scoff, “What are you really trying to tell me Hawks? That you don’t want to do your job and to justify your laziness; you are making lame excuses now?” you shove a finger to his chest, it pushes him off the edge. 

Something in his snaps, he looks down where your fingertip touches his chest. You are smaller than him, he’s at least a foot bigger than you. Where does your bratty, puny self get all this confidence from? His eyes darken as something sinister floats within him. He stares down at your finger, wanting to rip it off. He wants to see you cry. He wants to see you in pain and misery, suffering a great deal while nobody comes to help you. 

“Hawks, you know what? I am so done with your bullshit. I am leaving.” You turn away from him, heading to the door but before you could move a step. Hawks grabs you by writs, caging your delicate hand into a bone-crushing death grip, “What the fuck?” you question, “Hawks?” you continue. You wait for his response, turning to him. He is facing the floor, his hair scanning over his eyes making it impossible for you to read his expression, not that you could read what was going on with him normally but now; it’s even harder. “Are you going to let go?” you ask again only to be met by him squeezing your wrists even tighter. You bring your other hand over him to pry yourself free from his clutches but he doesn’t want to let go. 

“Hawks wha-” you don’t get to complete your statement as Hawks pushes you down on the floor making you fall on your butt. You let out a loud hiss. You frown, yelling out “What is wrong with you!?” You try to stand back up but his hands settle on your shoulder pushing you back down. You try fighting but it’s to no use. Did you forget he is the no. 2 Pro- Hero? He is much stronger than you, he brings down villains twice his size daily. What makes you think your weak kicks and punches will be enough to beat him? 

You keep struggling under him, screaming how you were going to report him and ruin his career, how he is going to be sorry for messing with you.

 “Shut. Up.” he finally speaks, he brings his gloved hand to your perfectly styled hair. Pulling tightly on your roots he stretches your face upwards, making it easier for him to look down on you while you cry in agony, “Stop crying.'' His voice is deep and raspy, much different from how he usually talks. You look up at him, fear swimming in your eyes as tears prick at the corners of your sockets, lips trembling. If you already weren’t terrified enough, your horror becomes tenth fold when you see his boner raging in his pants, “Come, on. Hawks..” your voice is small and weak, it's a broken cry. You know what he is going to make you do. He was going to violate you, break you beyond repair. 

This was so wrong. As much you hated Hawks, you never would have thought he would do something like this. Hawks was a hero. He is meant to fight for justice, punish evil. Why is he doing this? “Hawks no. Please. Was it something I said? I take it back I didn’t mean it-” 

“You know, y/n, you are not so different from those villains yourself,” if looks could kill, you would be dead. The pure, anger, and hatred he looks at you with bothers you. It makes you hate yourself, there is something sinister in his eyes which makes you sure about the fact that he is not afraid of hurting you. He has given up on you, after all, his polite gestures, generosity you always ignored- he’s fed up with your sheer ignorance and your ego. He hates you. He does and heck if he wasn’t in his rut; he would never bring his dick anywhere near you. He does not respect you as a human and in no way does he have any romantical attachment to you. All he ever saw was a walking alarm clock, bugging him every second, and now all he is going to see you as is his cocksleeve whom he can stuff his fat cock into whenever and however he seems fine. To him you are just a walking hole he can ruin whenever he wants to, you have managed to get on his bad side and he is going to show you his bad side.

He undoes his belt, his pants falling to his thighs displaying his expensive boxers and his growing hardness. His cock is throbbing within its confines, fighting desperately to come free. His free hand pulls his boxers down and his cock springs free, hitting his abdomen. It stands long and hard, the tip blushed red and angry, tiniest bit of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit. He pumps his cock in his hand before forcing it against your mouth, pressing it to your lips smearing his pre all over your lips. You whimper in protest, moving your head the littlest you can under his tight grip. “Bitch open up. You had this coming for a long time,” his dick slaps your cheek while his fingers try to pry open your mouth. Pushing his gloved digits forcefully into your mouth, the rough fabric feels disgusting on your tongue. His fingers capture the lower part of your jaw, tearing your mouth apart with deranged strength. A loud cry escapes from you as he stuffs your empty mouth full of his cock, “Yeah, that’s more like it. Fuck.” he bottoms out into your throat, his shaft hitting the back of your throat making you gag, “get on with it. A slut like you would have the experience, right?” he taunts you. You do as he says, puckering your lips firmly around his length, your hands resting on his exposed thighs while you stroke him with your tongue. You feel his chiseled thigh muscles flex under your fingers as he melts in pleasure, tiny moans leaving his lips shamelessly. 

As Hawks drowns in overwhelming pleasure, a criminal idea crosses your mind. Your eyes trail up to his face. His eyes are screwed close, he bites his lower lip softly. Carefully and slowly, you graze your teeth over his cock. Clamping down on it lightly, you hold your position. Your heart beats faster when Hawks stiffens and in a quick flash, he pushes you off his cock throwing you into the ground before backing up, squealing in pain.

 “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he screams, you sprint to the door. Trembling fingers try to unlock the doorknob while Hawks cries in agony behind you. You can feel him loom behind you, ready to come for your neck. A part of you tells you that you will not make it but the adrenaline rushing in your veins calls to be hopeful. Just open the door and just run. 

Your cold, quivering fingers almost unlock the heavy wooden door but before you can push it open. Hawks appears right behind you, pushing his body onto your back. You feel his cock poking at your ass, his hand grabs your head pulling you, prying you off the door. You scream and cry trying to break free, grabbing his hand clawing on it to let you free. Hawks chooses to show no mercy as he drags you by your hair to his desk, your scalp hurts from his grip. You can feel tiny strands breakaway. He turns you around and slams your back to his wooden desk, you whimper at the contact. He stands in front of you, pressing his knee between your thighs. His hand reaches out to pull at your collar, forcing you to look at him. 

He is livid, eyebrows furrowed with a death glare his jaw clenched, and his eyes darker than you have ever seen before. He looks at you with murderous intent, you think he might as well kill you with his wings flared open. The feathers turning into knives, you beg for your life. 

Hawks observes your face. Broken, scared for your life your eyes are glassy, ridden in fear your makeup smeared all over your face. He thinks it's beautiful, he has finally got you begging for mercy, finally thinking of him as the man he is. He appreciates your submission but it does not erase the fact that you just bite oh his dick. You beg for mercy, your voice is small and broken. It comes barely above a whisper, “I am so sorry hawks, please don’t do this.” He doesn’t listen, staring at you head-on with his jaw clenched. He brings his free hand to the air, keeping it steady for a second before bringing it down with a horrendous force. You feel it before it happens; white, hot flashing pain erupts through your cheek stinging you hard. You cry out in agony as your face drops to the other side. The strike was powerful, it left you sore, you can still feel it sting your face. It leaves you swollen, you try to bring your hand up to your face lightly to carcasses you paining cheek but Hawks pushes your face on the wooden desk before you could, trapping your arms behind your back holding it with one hand. “You don’t realize your position, do you? You know what? I was going- planning to be gentle with you. I thought I would at least make you cum but now,” he pulls a feather out his wings preceding to tear open your pencil skirt with the sharp end. The ripped fabric falls to the ground leaving you in your panties and the pantyhose you always wear under your skirts, “There we go. I hope you are a pain slut, otherwise you would really not enjoy this.” he says with a small chuckle before ripping you out of your bottoms, leaving you in your panties completely vulnerable to him. He abandons his gloves, rubbing his fingers on your clothed cunt roughly trying to gather slickness from your dry hole. Pleasure shoots down your body as his digits find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the little pearl, ��Does this feel good? You are getting wet.” a smirk scars his face, “Who gets off to being raped?” he says sharply. Your face scrunches up in disgust and embarrassment. A heavy lump forms in your throat and the waterworks that you had been holding off burst open. Big, fat tears roll down your cheeks as you cry for mercy. You didn't know why this was happening to you, for your entire life you had been a nice person: always helpful, sensitive, and kind. At least, that was what you thought yourself to be. Never in a million years could you- or anyone, in fact, could have ever thought that you would be crying pathetically while your boss: a person known to all as a Hero, the truest, most honest person to exist ever would be the one defiling you, tearing you down to nothing just for his pleasure. 

“Shut up, you like this.” He snarls at you, so sick of your loud wails he even shoves two fingers inside your mouth plunging them to the back of her throat, “Don’t you dare bite now, slut.” he warns. His fingers stop prodding at your clit when he notices the wet spot forming on your panties, he wastes no time shimming them down to your ankles, whistling when he sees your glistening pussy. You only wail louder pleading him not proceed any further. Hawks turns a blind eye to all your begging, “I should just shove it in, right?” he asks petting his finger over your hole, “but that won’t be fun,” he snickers. You feel his move away from your cunt and move higher. Panic settles, he couldn't be serious, “Hawks. Please no. Please don’t. I don-” finger rims along your asshole, inching to dip in, “What? Don’t want me to fuck your ass?” he spanks your ass hard making you flinch, “Please I’ve never-” you cry out hoping he would understand, “No one’s ever fucked you in the ass before?” you whine at the lewd words which shamelessly fall from his lips, “Guess there’s a first for everything.” he says with a scoff. 

His digits bury into your hole, stretching you out in a way you’ve never felt before. The stretch burns, filling a fresh set of tears rolling down your eyes, smudging your mascara and eyeliner You looked like a whore. He keeps hammering his fingers inside you without mercy, a loud whine leaves your lips as you feel a tingle of pleasure from him hitting the right spot. “Do you like that? Too bad, this isn’t for you.” he moves his fingers from you before lining his fat cock to your almost too tiny hole, “How will this fit?” he laughs to himself, pressing his engorged tip in slowly, “Will be a tight fit,” he continues to shove his cock into your hole, his face turns off one to ecstasy as your walls take him inch by inch. You scream in pain, his cock was much bigger than his fingers. It was stretching you out, numbing your mind and soul, you did not know how much more you could take. Salty tears fell from your eyes as Hawks bottomed himself in you, he waited for a moment before starting to thrust into you unforgivingly. Dragging his fat cock out and your walls pulling him right back in. As he kept ramming into you. Slowly, you start to pleasure tingle up your spine as his tip smashed against the right spots. Your cries of pain turn to pleasurable moans. Hawks wastes no time in teasing you, “Look at you moaning like a slut,” he spanks your ass with swift force sending your rear to sting. You feel unbearable pleasure starting to build up in your abdomen, a straining coil wanting to burst which each of Hawks’ strong thrusts yet it is left unfilled as the simulation is not enough to make you cum from all alone. Hawks notices this, the pitiful crying for him to touch your swollen little clit which was begging to be played with. He almost thought he would give it to you, after all, he was a good person. Almost. 

Hawks just snicker, his cruel, sadistic laugh echoing in the room, “No, no, no.” he teases, “no matter how much you cry, baby. I am not letting you cum. This is your punishment, you deserve this. You’ve been a bad girl.” Hawks couldn’t formulate how he was able to form complete sentences. The moment he had caught you, he had let himself go feral. Dragging you down like a predator, he finally had you under him. He kept grunting and breathing profanity down your ear along with shameful praises about how well your slutty ass takes him. He is glad he is finally getting his much-deserved relief but he is not done yet. He won’t be done until he is filling your vulnerable womb with his seed, he won’t be done until he hears you asking him to give you his children. He is not going to leave you be until he has destroyed you, balls deep in your tiny pussy. He is going to keep you here all night fucking you, he is going to stay there all night fucking you with hate which he has buried within himself for you over the years. He is going to melt you in his hand, break you until only he can build you up, and maybe he will not let you go even after that. Maybe he will keep you after all hawks mate for life. 

Just hope he lets you cum the next time. 

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[lovely-necromancy]

A Cure for Insomnia CH 1.

This is a reader insert I originally started posting on AO3. I’m cross posting here because I know some of the fandom still lives here.

Quick Disclaimer:

This is a fic I'm writing for my own comfort.

I was inspired by RaeBees (you can check out their works over on Quotev and AO3), and how they characterize the "proxies". Having always seen the characters different than most of the fandom I've interacted with I never really shared my thoughts until now. This work is only placed in the Creepypasta tag so it reaches its demographic. However, I am fully aware of the fact that no main character is considered a Pasta.

It may also appear to lean more Toby X Protag in the beginning but end goal is protag with all three, and Brian and Tim already in a relationship. How I picture it now is a slowburn but Toby and Protag will be in a friends with benefits relationship before either has any feelings, so I think that counts. Some may be confused by the asexual protag tag but it'll be explained in story, as an Ace myself I get frustrated with media that only show one version and say it goes for us all. That being said I don't represent the whole Ace community but I hope to provide a bit more representation for some others out there.

Protag will be depicted as agender, and will have a few tics that stem from their Autism. Again I don't speak for any others with Autism but I hope to provide some representation for those in similar positions.

Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Canon-Typical violence and mental health issues are to be expected if you feel uncomfortable with those aspects I advise you to not engage. This story will also have a lot of NSFW themes and scenes so I highly discourage anyone under the age of 18 from viewing this work. You will get warnings on chapters with NSFW and I will make it skippable as well.

I'm also very nitpicky and gave the main characters birthdays just because it irritates me when it gets mentioned once and you have to do the math or imagine your own conversation when a birthday was too close to a character's.

Tim January 1st, home state Alabama

Toby April 28th, home state Virginia (saw this years ago no clue if it's accurate)

Protag May 13th, home state Virginia

Brian May 23rd, home state Alabama

Connor the service dog July 18th, home state Kentucky

I've referred to Protag as Protag here but in story they're referred to as YN.

Everything felt impossibly dull; your senses, the dark room you're currently in, the noise coming from the fan just to the left of the bed on which you laid. Turning to the window beside your head you stare out into that weird midnight summer sky. More of a gray than a true dark blue night, cast in an orange glow that made the night seem closer to day than it truly was. While the time was just half past twelve, you felt it may have been more accurate to say it was closer to four in the morning.

You're exhausted but that true sort of exhaustion where whatever energy you have left buzzes all around. It consumes your entire being, dances between being deafeningly loud in your ears to giving you twitches in your legs. You'd laid down hours ago thinking you'd be tired enough to sleep once your tics started to spasm in closer intervals, but to no avail were you able to rest. That buzzing preventing you from dreamland. Maybe the hum of your body was right, you didn't really need to sleep, you just wanted it to feel normal.

Knowing the battle had already been lost you push yourself off the bed and grab a pair of shorts off the floor. Slipping them on you contemplate your options for the night. Going into town was out since it was Sunday...well Monday now, but there would be nothing but bars open and you were never one for drinking. And as fun as a drive sounds right now, you feel the buzzing in your bones grow stronger, you need to move. A late night hike should keep you occupied, with it being so quiet and the middle of the night you wouldn't even have to take your headphones to cancel out the sounds of other people, you aren't likely to run into many people tonight.

Deciding on a hike you grab a mask and car keys and make your way to your yellow Kia Soul. A going away present from your parents that they gave you the moment you got your driver's license after your 24th birthday. Having anxiety throughout your life you'd never been in the head space to start driving till later on, and while you still don't enjoy driving you are pretty good at it even with your “late” start. Surfing through radio stations as you let the car warm up you find your latest obsession, it's a conspiracy theory podcast that someone in Kepler managed to blast through the limited air ways of the town. Impressive considering Kepler was in a radio quiet zone and even cell phones couldn't work in the small town, luckily you lived just outside of the zone so you could send texts and call your parents every weekend.

It seemed today's episode was a rerun, Mothman: Murderer, Man, or Myth. It was actually one of your favorites, the paranormal stories tended to be more entertaining than hearing about how a man could murder sixteen people while working as a cop ruining evidence to lead the others off his trail. Humans could be more vial and cruel than any little gray alien from the future or tall Fresno Nightcrawler could ever be. And they weren't as entertaining to hear about, nor were their exploits as impressive. You could always see patterns, either connecting clues first or finding connections no one else saw, it was never hard to tell where a certain case would lead so you'd always end up disappointed in humanity when they overlooked such obvious clues. Though that often led you down a path of deep diving for information to see just how obvious it was, more often than not you'd find that the most logical conclusion was shady public officers. After investigating so many cold cases you're sure if you're ever in trouble you'll never involve the police, in the end they'd probably just ignore you and rule your case closed if anything ever did happen to you.

'I'd haunt them if they did.' You decide and you shift gears and begin driving to the Monongahela National Forest, as the timeline of Mothman sightings and events play out before for your ears.

Instead of going through town and possibly loosing the signal of the show, you drive on the old dirt road that runs along the very edge of the town, partially covered in trees. This over grown road is the main reason Kepler doesn't see many visitors, the second someone makes their way onto it coming off the interstate they floor it until they see civilization. Over the few months you've been here you've nearly been run right off the road by spooked tourists, trying to escape whatever ghouls their wild imaginations created. The only real thing on this road was a mini mart gas station, and even though it was shady as hell the cashier didn't bug you too much when you came in in the dead of night. Plus they had a cat, how could you not stop in and say hi to little ole Magnolia?

Speaking of which you should probably get a drink for your hike, you could already feel your throat drying out. Turning into the parking lot you're happy to see no other cars around, putting your face mask on you make your way inside. As usual the store is dead at this time, and Ronnie is manning the desk. What's unusual is the man also behind the counter, he has dark brown hair that he's tied into a small and low ponytail, thick sideburns frame his face. You immediately take note of the slight imperfections of his face, most would see the slit in his eyebrow as following the current trend or even just a genetic thing, but you can see the slightly off color of a healed scar that starts just above his eyebrow and ends mid eyelid, he has a few smaller discolorations on his crooked nose, you'd guess he's had it broken at least twice.

Briefly taking a glance to his brown eyes before looking away, today is not an eye contact day. Nodding in their directions, the best acknowledgment you can give right now, you make your way to the freezers. From the freezer section you can hear Ronnie “explain” you.

“That's YN, a regular mainly at night though. A bit skittish and rarely ever says more than 'thanks have a nice day'” Even though she's whispering you can hear everything. Including the high octave her voice takes to mimic you, it feels more like mocking.

If being mocked hadn't already put you on edge the eyes boring into you have. The eyes may not be roaming over your body but the icky crawling of your skin sure makes it feel that way. The feeling of being put under a microscope has always made you sick, the stares, the leers and sneers, and the judgment just makes you want to implode on the spot. Cease existence, be swallowed into the abyss. You're about to set yourself into an anxiety attack with all these thoughts.

'Mask, mask, mask' you repeat over and over in your head, it's the only thing you can focus on. You are wearing a mask, there is one thing they can't perceive, the face is the most important for humans to perceive, your mask protects you.

Without looking you pull a water bottle from the cooler. You don't think you like this brand but the sports mouth makes up for it, and you can't focus enough to grab another. As the imaginary spiders crawl their way under your skin and your breath hitches you make your way over to the counter head down, never looking up at the employees beyond the counter. Your vision is blurring in time with the beating of your heart, you can't tell if it's due to nerves or from being up for five days in a row.

“Hey YN, how're you?” Ronnie asks, her tone is different from the past times you've been in. It's higher and has a lilt in it that you'd expect from a teasing friend. But Ronnie isn't a friend and has never spoken to you like this, you hate it. You nod to politely move on with the process, between the crawling of your skin and the buzzing underneath it you feel sick. And you're now very aware of the existence of your eyelids, you try to focus on ignoring that awareness. You need to move.

“Hmm, that's good. Anyway this is Tim! He's just started so go easy on him.” you hear the sound of a hand hitting fabric and assume she's patted Tim's shoulder as she introduced Tim to you. Why was she doing this, what purpose could introducing you two have? You nod again, was anyone going to ring you out?

“Hi, this all?” a deep voice asked, it isn't extremely deep more of a standard baritone that has a slight raspy quality, probably a reformed smoker. You don't smell cigarettes currently so he could've quit after years. Unfortunately despite your efforts to stave them off your blinking tics emerge. Making it difficult to keep your eyes open for longer than a nano second.

Startled and ticcing you look up and catch his eyes, you see pity in them, before casting your glance back to the counter. You can never tell what's worse people seeing you as weird or seeing you as something needing to be fixed. Nodding again, Tim tells you the total; a dollar fifty eight, and you hand him two dollars from your wallet.

Tim doesn't ask if you want the receipt or a bag, he prints out the receipt and hands you your change. The change goes immediately into the cat food fund for Magnolia. She got diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago and having worked in shelters and pet stores you know just how expensive her prescription food is. After folding the receipt into your wallet, Tim gently slides the water bottle over to you.

“Have a good night.” he says it so low and gentle, as if he thinks you'll shatter in front of him. As kind as the gesture seems, you aren't that fragile...or maybe you are if you have to keep repeating 'mask' over and over in your head to ground yourself. With a final nod you turn and make your way to the door, and just as you open it you hear Ronnie call out.

“Awwww, c'mon YN at least say 'Hi' to Tim.” You really don't like how she squeaked out 'hi'.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself, you'll show them both you can do this simple task. Even if you can't stop blinking long enough to see straight. Once you've steadied yourself you turn and look at Tim. He's sending you a look that says 'You don't have to' all that's missing is a slow head shake to complete his unease with this “peer pressure”.

But you can do this you can say 'Hi, Tim.' Two words super simple, nothing complex like 'Hi, Tim, nice to meet you.' and so much better than the option of your next meeting saying 'Hi, Tim. Sorry for spazzing out the other night.'. Yup you can do this just breathe, you open your mouth and...and you've forgotten what to say. Looking like a deer in headlights, well at least the tics stopped, you say the first thing that pops in.

“Mask.” You've said it loud and clear both cashiers heard you.

Tim stares with wide eyes and you see Ronnie failing to hide her laughter. Out of all the ways this could've gone this was probably the best outcome for her. The blinking has started up again, this time growing more frequent. You can't even hold your eyes open, to the two cashiers it must look like you're in pain or crying. And while you want to die of embarrassment, crying is a bit of an extreme for you.

So with red face and the inability to see you leave through the door, and try to make your way back to your car. Once in you lock the doors, switch the car on, and rest your head on the steering wheel. Out of every way this stop could've gone, being perceived by a new comer and Ronnie was not what you expected. While this hadn't been the worst five minutes or so of your life, it definitely would be another thing keeping you up at night for the next twenty years.

Calming down in the cool quiet dark of your car your slowly brought back to the world by the beginning of a new episode. This one talking about the Tailypo legend. A favorite story of yours from when you were a kid living on the coast of Virginia. So with yet another deep breath and the wave of nostalgia, you pull out of the parking lot and slowly coast down the old dirt road. Heading yet again for the Monongahela forest.

It's nearly two in the morning when you roll up to see an RV parked by the forgotten entrance of the park. It isn't surprising at all to find an RV out here since the Monongahela Forest is one of the most beautiful parks you've ever been to. You also don't think anything of them being parked by this unused entrance because you use it all the time since finding it accidentally. Figuring they just wanted to camp and be left to their own devices rather than use the RV sites and be bothered with other campers here for the summer.

Climbing out of your car you notice the RV isn't new by any means but it isn't a total rust bucket either, looks like it's been passed around throughout the years. There isn't anything to suggest it's been here a while, nothing left set up outside, must have just gotten into town then. You do happen to notice dog tracks around the sandy dirt you've parked in, good to know they have a dog before you slammed your car door. Closing the door gently behind you so you don't startle a pup and wake up it's owner or owners, you make your way through the woods. No real direction in mind, with no real thought in your head. Just the thought of moving and to keep on moving.

You could walk the same path every time you came through and always find something different. In fact that's exactly what happens, you're almost positive that you've deepened the imprint of the path just from walking through several times a week. Following the same winding path you usually do, climbing over the fallen tree, and through a scattering of blueberry thicket's you find yourself on the edge of one of the forest's many streams. It's your favorite spot in the forest so far, and about as far as you've gotten considering these hikes of yours take place during the dead of night.

The wind picks up and sends a chill through you, taking that as a sign you slide down to sit by the stream. Vans placed to your side as you sink your feet into the cool water. It's peaceful out here, so cool, and quiet, save for the slight noises the stream makes, various bubbling and drips. You try to think on things like your recent move, your job, the embarrassing 'mask' incident, just life in general. But you can't seem to form a single thought, this happens a lot, you've recently been conscious of the fact that you've been running on auto pilot for the past two months, hell a lot longer than that. You think everyone must get like this from time to time, but you think you've always been this way. Keen to dissociating and slipping in and out of existence.

It's quite nice really, except for the times like right now where you'd love to figure out why the silence in your head is so painfully loud. The more you think on it the louder it gets and the stronger the buzzing under your skin feels. And right now the static in your mind has been getting louder and louder for the past few minutes. You feel your head jerk to the right of it's own accord, moving back in place it happens for a second time, and then a third, then jerks up, before jerking a forth time to the right effectively cracking you neck.

“There we go.” you mumble, you can relax a bit as the verbal tic indicates the end of this round of tics.

Sighing you look at the sky...that can't be right. The sky has been painted it's fresh baby blues for the day, but again that can't be right. You just got to the stream, that path is a thirty minute walk meaning it should be just about two thirty in the morning, but the sky suggests it's five or six at the latest. Reaching for your water bottle you find it empty next to you. You didn't fall asleep you know that much, perhaps you did dissociate tonight. Well this hike was disappointing if you knew you were going to dissociate you'd have saved yourself that embarrassment and stayed home. Maybe done some painting or tidied up.

Sighing you push yourself off the ground, collecting you vans you're about to put them on when you notice a figure off in the distance. You freeze out of shock and stare at the figure, it stares back. The figure is about ten yards away, god your near sighted ass should really remember to not leave your glasses in the car when hiking. The figure starts to make it's way to you and after a few steps you realize it hasn't moved from it's spot. Rolling your eyes you ignore the hallucination.

You'd really needed to get sleep last night, today is day six of no sleep and though you haven't had many episodes these past few days, you have a feeling they'll start to get more prominent today. Hopefully tonight you can manage to get some rest, the longer you go without sleep the more realistic the hallucinations become. But for today you're content with the knowledge that it's just shadow like beings that you'll be seeing.

After putting on your shoes you start the thirty minute hike back to your car. You're thankful for the weather in Kepler, nothing like back on the coast. Here you can go for a morning hike through the forest while a gentle breeze passes by and the sun starts to give the area a pleasant warmth. Back on the coast you couldn't run and grab the mail without getting drenched in moisture from either sweat, humidity, or a mixture of both.  The coast sucks, hell Virginia sucks altogether, you're glad to be in Kepler.

“I want to go home, home.” you say out of nowhere.

Before you reach the entrance you hear barking, oh the RV campers must be up. Should you be careful not to scare them, or just walk normally and say 'Good morning' in passing, maybe just nod your head in greeting. Oh and you've stopped just beside the entrance as you got lost in your rambling. You didn't mean to come to a stop here, and as you try to move you notice how silent it's gotten. Did the dog go inside, maybe they've already passed...no it's too quiet for that. No the silence is oppressive like the one you deal with nightly, there's a reason for the silence. The situation's making you feel uneasy, but that could be the sleep deprivation talking.

You're about to brush it off and move when you hear a whispered, “Seriously man, I don't think anyone's out there. Let's get inside.”

There's a noise of agreement before you hear shuffling. Oh no, you zoned out and now you look like a weirdo stalker. Just perfect, maybe if you wait around a little more you'll seem more normal or at least feel normal. Not knowing how long to wait you walk along the tree line for a bit, looking at the ground as you do making sure you won't step on any snakes. In you quest to not step on any snakes you spot something suspiciously off white. It seems purposefully buried under a dead blueberry bush and some fallen branches.

Having listened to too many true crime shows, you know better than to implicate yourself in a murder. Grabbing a stick off the ground you gently brush the foliage away from the supposed corpse. No way, you can't believe your luck, it's an actual fucking skull. An intact skull of a deer! That is so cool, you've only seen taxidermists on TikTok getting so lucky and finding these dudes. Since the jaw bone is connected by tissue it of course isn't with the skull but maybe it's close by? Clearly this got planted or hidden by someone, maybe they were planning on pranking a friend by 'uncovering' a skull later. Oh well, finders keepers and all that, you have way better plans for this guy, hopefully you can find that jaw bone.

You set off searching through the foliage and near by bushes with the branch while holding the skull in your other arm. After searching about three feet around and finding no more bones you decide that this is the only part of the deer's skeleton in this area. A little disappointed but still thrilled with your find, you decide it must be a good time to go back to your car.

Surely you won't look weird now. You a little forager with their treasure in hand. Looks like you'll be busy cleaning, then bleaching, and cleaning these bones today. Is that the order to treat found bones? You aren't sure but you can look into that later. Placing the skull in the trunk so it doesn't roll about and get damaged you make sure it's secure before closing the trunk and getting into your car and locking the doors.

Not once did you notice the pairs of eyes that had been watching you. One watching as you found the deer skull, and the other set seeing you place bones into your car. They kept watching as you fiddled with the radio while the car was starting up. They watched as you pulled out of the sandy dirt lot and drove back down the old road a little faster than before now that you could clearly see.

#creepypasta fanfic #ticci tobyx reader #brain thomas x reader #timothy wright x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #reader insert #no clue if I'm reaching a wider audience than AO3 but I'll try this out #Crossposted #as of now 13 chapters are over on AO3 if you wanted to read #other wise I'll post a chapter every 3 days on here until I catch up with AO3 #Ao3 has priority #A cure for insomnia

[captain039]

Little Flower

Dracula BBC x reader

Warnings: Olden times, sexual, age gap, vampire things, sexual harassment, abusive fiancé, swearing, slightly dark and questionable xD

You stared at the large group of people. You didn’t even know them, besides your friend Grace and her parents and brother. Everyone else was strangers, your future husband was a stranger to you. A lord William Anslem. Same town as you just another house. Your parents had held a ball in one of their larger estates, thinking it would be time to announce to everyone that you were to be married. You didn’t even know you were destined for marriage till yesterday. Your parents were gushing over the groom and left you to socialise like a good lady with the rest of the town. People congratulated you, wished you the best, gave their blessing. You didn’t know any of them nor did you care for the congratulations or blessings, it was all pointless.

Thankfully the dancing had begun, your so called fiancé already dancing with other women while half drunk. You glared at him when someone approached you.

“A glare for the future groom?” He asked as you looked to him. The man was tall, older than you and well kept with dark eyes.

“Oh- sorry sir” you said softly as he chuckled shaking his head.

“Don’t apologise dear, I don’t like him anyway” he stood by you as you both watched couples prance around.

“I thought I was supposed to be first dance and we’d dance the night away, talk and maybe have some sort of connection but there he is half drunk and cooing over women half his age” you rolled your eyes and made a disgusted face as he coped with a young woman.

“Sorry sir I shouldn’t say those things” you quickly added trying to keep your face uplifted and bright.

“Say what you please my dear it doesn’t bother me” he said sipping his wine. You looked to him, you didn’t recognise him.

“I’m sorry sir I’m afraid I don’t know who you are” you said as he turned to you.

“Count Dracula” he held your hand and brushed his lips over your fingers.

“Oh, Lady Y/n” you smiled softly his fingers slipping from yours.

“If I’d known you were a Count-“ you began and he gave you a small smile.

“Don’t worry yourself” he said and you sighed. This man was made you at ease, listened to your ramble and stood by your side like a gentlemen.

“I-“ you began but stopped glancing to your fiancé.

“Want to dance?” He read your mind and you smiled nodding.

“Perhaps he’d show me some attention if I danced with another man” you said though it was petty the Count smiled and laid his glass on the table.

“It would be an honor” he held his hand out and you took it. He lead you to the dance floor right in the middle as a soft tune played. You both moved in sync, his hand on your lower back and the clasping your hand. You smiled as you danced, you felt enjoyment moving with him. Others spread out as you two made your ground wider, they watched and whispered but your mind was focused on him. A strange Count from somewhere unknown dancing with you.

You caught your fiancé’s stare, anger boiling in his eyes. You faltered and the Count noticed following your gaze.

“Ignore him” he leant down and whispered pulling you a little closer.

“Perhaps my pride got the best of me” you whispered your heart beating a little faster.

“I’m sorry Count” you stopped and pulled away from him. You gave a bow and left to get some air ignoring the whispers and hard glare from your husband. You stood on the balcony admiring the garden when you heard footsteps. You expected your mother but instead your fiancé forced you to the wall. You gasped his hand around your throat as your eyes went wide and heart pounded in your chest.

“You think you can dance with another man?!” He hissed the drink clear on his breath.

“I’m sorry my lord” you struggled for breath as you held his wrist.

“You’re sorry, you’re a whore dancing with another man” he growled letting your throat go. You gasped for breath as he pressed himself against you. You turned your head to the side avoiding his sneer and venom.

“You’re mine, I’ll ruin you, you’ll bare my children and be the good wife you’re meant to be” those words haunted you. You felt tears in your eyes as he let go and left you there. You held your neck feeling stinging and ache from where his hands were. You cried silently covering your mouth and shadowing yourself against the wall.

“Y/n?” You heard your best friend Grace and turned to her. She frowned and rushed to you holding your shoulders as you shook.

“Oh dear, what happened?” She whispered wiping your eyes.

“William- he choked me, said he’d ruin me, force me to bare him children and be a good wife” you sobbed softly and leant against her shoulder. She held you tightly and hushed you.

“I knew he was bad from the beginning” she hissed.

“Can we speak to your mother?” She pushed you back slightly and you shook your head while wiping your eyes.

“Gods” she huffed hugging you again.

“I’ll die before you marry that man” she gripped you tightly and her words sounded like a promise which scared you.

“All I did was dance with the count” you whispered and she tensed slightly.

“Count Dracula?” She asked pulling away.

“Yeah” you nodded and she frowned.

“Be careful of him, they say he’s the devil himself, don’t get to close” she said hushed making you frown.

“Y/n!” You heard your mother and flinched.

“Gods” you muttered as you gave Grace one last hug and followed your mother’s voice. You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath before finding her. You smiled a little fake confused.

“Where the hell were you!?” She snapped grabbing your hand and dragging you.

“Mother!” You said trying to tug your hand back.

“Running from your own engagement party! Gods can’t you do anything right?!” Her words hurt. They always hurt.

“Sorry mother” you whispered as she tsked.

“Go find your fiancé and talk to the guests” she pushed you along and you gulped scanning the crowd. You found him surrounded by women as your heart broke a little more. You looked around more finding the counts gaze. You gulped holding your neck which made him frown. You tore your eyes away and went to your fiancé with a heavy soul.

You stood by him as you didn’t talk as guest congratulated you both and gave their blessings. He still had a drink in his hand and a woman on his other arm. He laughed loudly and puffed his chest out at her compliments. She gave you looks which you tried to ignore, smirks and stupid giggles as she ran her hands over the man. Your mother had appeared and pulled you to the side.

“What the hell are you doing?” She hissed pointing to the two.

“What am I supposed to do? Neither of us want this marriage and we aren’t married yet” you said unsure of how to answer.

She tsked fanning her face with her fan.

“Can’t even seduce a man” she left with those words and you felt broken.

Your mother’s words haunted you for a while. You leant against the wall with tears in your eyes before you saw your fiance and the woman leave upstairs in drunk giggles. You clenched your jaw and tried to take a deep breath. You went to follow, you ended up in the hall before leaning against the wall in a heap of tears. You could hear them through the door as they laughed and shuffled around.

“Why do you shed tears for such a mortal” you froze at the voice behind you but recognised it as the count.

“If I can't seduce my own fiance and keep him loyal what use am I?” you whispered.

“A marriage is a two person connection” he whispered his fingers on your neck. You tensed covering your marks with your hand.

“Did he make these?” He asked and you nodded. He snarled softly almost like he tried to keep it in.

“That boy in there has no idea of how to treat a woman” he sounded angry and disgusted, it made you tense thinking he might hurt you also.

“Well that boy in there is what I’m stuck with” you mumbled defeated. His arm went around your waist and held you close to his body.

“You’re not stuck with anyone darling, this is your life, take control” he whispered in your ear. You took a breath and relaxed against him, maybe if you could marry this man instead, higher profile that that boy in there.

You grimaced when you heard loud moaning from the room. You flushed and turned in the counts arms.

“Can we leave?” You asked softly. This man was a stranger yet you felt safe in his slightly cold embrace. Your words made him smile as he held your hand in his arm and led you to the front of your house. Your mother watched you with wide eyes and shock written over her face you huddled a little closer to the count who followed your gaze.

“She doesn’t control you” he whispered as you looked away and kept your head down. Outside there was a dark carriage waiting. He opened the doors and you stood for a moment. He watched you, studied your decision as you took a breath and went inside. The carriage began to move and you watched the house get smaller and smaller. You let out a sigh and sagged a little against the chair. You didn’t question where or why, you should’ve, nobody should go off with a strange man this late at night.

The ride grew longer and longer till you yawned finally.

“Sleep” the count was by you and whispered to you. His words lulled you to sleep and you rested your head against his shoulder not seeing the smile he held.

Next Chapter

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[moral-turpitudes]

The Day-Shift:

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Light Harassment, Fighting, Drinking, Sex, Mentions of Blood, Gore, etc. **The italicized portion contains Explicit/18+ Content. If you are a minor, I suggest skipping over that part. Thank you.**

Word Count: 3,730

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Requested: Yes 

Requested by: Anon | Request can be seen Here |

Summary: Y/N is a nurse at the hospital Michael is recuperating at, and has been a nuisance ever since the ordeal with the Italians. After a particularly snarky encounter with the young blinder, Y/N warns Thomas of his cousins antics, who later asks her out for a drink to ease both their nerves, ending in a romantic night for the lead member and a possible new relationship to form.

“Will I be discharged soon? The Shelby’s need me back.” Michael asked, the gunshot wound still aching as he spoke.

“No.” Y/N said with an annoyed expression. Inspecting the wound as she put a new bandage over it, Michael wincing as she did so.

“Right, well I guess you’ll have to talk to Thomas then. Good luck Y/N.” Michael said, angrily pulling his shirt back on and leaning against the rough pillows on his hospital bed.

“It’s just our policy Michael. I’d hate to have a patient bleeding out on the floor. I just mopped.” She said, discarding the old bandages.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out aye?” He said, watching her with a frustrated look on his face. His nerves still reeling over the surprise visit from Luca Changretta shoving a gun in his face hours before.

He knew he had to get out, and soon if he wanted to help his mother and to try to mend things with the others, at least to some degree.

Down the hall at the reception desk, Thomas walked in, quickly removing his cap before stopping at the desk.

“Hello Mr. Shelby. Here to see Michael?” Y/N asked, finishing her report.

“Yes. Is he able to have visitors at the moment?” He asked.

“Yes, but I’d tread carefully. He’s a bit cranky today. Wasn’t very pleasant earlier...told me to not let the door hit me on my way out.” She said with a smirk, his blue gaze making her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, I’ll apologize on his behalf since he’s not man enough to. You’re just doing your job, love.” He said, a slight smirk forming on his face.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby.” She said.

“Call me Tommy.” He said, licking his lips before placing a cigarette in his mouth.

Y/N reached her hand out to stop him, the lighter unable to be flicked with her hand over it.

“No smoking in here, sorry Tommy.” She said, a stickler for the rules, at least when it came to her shifts at the hospital.

“If you say so.” He said, a small sigh escaping his lips before he put the lighter and cigarette back in his coat.

“Good luck, Tommy.” She said, a small smirk on her lips.

He nodded before reluctantly walking to the room, not bothering to knock on the door.

“What��re you doing here Tommy.” Michael stated, still frustrated.

“Just checking on ya. You’ve been giving the nurse a hard time aye?” He said, a cold look in his eyes as he remembered Michael’s wrong-doings before the Italians shot him.

“Just asked her if I could go home, she said no of course. Said she didn’t want a patient bleeding out cuz she just mopped. Stupid really.” He said, sneaking a cigarette from under his pillow.

“You can’t have that right now Michael. At least not until you’re healed more.” He said.

“Oh fuck off Tom. I can do what I want in here. What...did she tell you there’s no smoking?” He asked.

“Aye she did. She’s just following protocol.” He said.

“I don’t care. Just leave me will ya? I can deal with her later.” He said, lighting the cigarette.

Thomas sighed in frustration at the young man, unable to understand why except that he was tired of being cooped up in the small, white room.

“I’ll have your mother come by later. I suggest you show the woman who helped save you some respect.” He said, walking out of the room.

“I told ya. He’s been one hell of a patient aye?” Y/N asked, closing the medical book on her desk.

“Mhmm. Say, have you seen anyone in here besides me today?” He asked.

“No, I started my shift only and hour ago.” She said.

“How long does it go till?” He asked.

“Uhm, ‘round five hours. Won’t be out till at least six if all the patients fucking behave.” She said.

“That’s a new one, I’ve seen ya every day for the two weeks and you’re cussing now. Blinders are rubbing off on ya.” He said.

“I knew that’s what it was. It’s contagious.” She said, chuckling slightly.

“Well how about I pick you up ‘round then aye? I can take you for a drink. I think you’ve earned it after dealing with my fucking cousin of all people.” He said.

“You’re joking...” She said, never thinking Thomas Shelby would ever ask her - a day-shift nurse - out for a drink.

“Am I’m laughing?” He asked, a small smirk on his face.

Y/N looked at the clock nearby, the hands ticking down ever so slowly.

“I’d love to. I’ll be counting down the hours.” She said, grinning.

“Alright. I’ll see you then, miss.” He said.

“Aye Tommy?” She called out before he walked off too far.

“Call me Y/N.” She said.

“Right...I’ll see you later miss Y/N.” He said, making it a point to pull out a cigarette and lighting it just as he walked out the door, leaving Y/N chuckling to herself.

The hours dragged on, Y/N dealing with one rude patient after another. One screaming at her and one getting blood all over her uniform during a grueling emergency surgery.

“Jesus. You’ve been through hell aye?” A voice sounded from the hallway as Y/N neared her desk for the last time that night.

“Oh! Uh...hi Tommy. Fucking startled me ya know.” She said, swiping a strand of hair out of her face as she gathered her things.

“I’m going to get out of all this mess and then I’ll be ready to go. You can wait in the lobby if you’d like.” She said, looking at the gangster leaning against the wall, staring at Michael’s door with an empty expression.

“Alright.” He said, walking out to the old rickety chairs outside the main reception area.

She scurried to the nurses changing room and put on the only clothes she had, a black dress and cardigan with worn, black heels.

She washed the dried blood off her hands and face and hastily applied a small amount of lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara, nothing too extravagant given her circumstances.

With a nervous sigh, she looked in the mirror one last time, wrestling with her hair a bit to make it at least somewhat presentable for wherever he was taking her.

“That wasn’t long. You look great, Y/N.” He said, putting down a random book that was sitting on one of the old side tables.

“Thank you! I uh, didn’t have much to work with back there but it’s better than being covered in blood aye?” She said, wrapping her coat tightly around her as she braced for the cold night air that was sure to slither its way through their bones.

“Aye, I guess that’s true.” He said, thinking about how he’d shown up to numerous places covered in blood, not really taking it into account before.

“So, Tommy Shelby. Where in the world are we going?” She asked, looking at him. The streetlights shooting by as he drove down the many dark streets of Birmingham.

“Well, there’s not many I like going to except for the Garrison. You heard of it?” He asked.

“Yeah, been a couple times with friends. It’s fun...most times.” She said, cringing at past drunk memories.

Thomas looked at her as the smirk spread across her features, her eyes wrinkling with the movement as they continued their drive to the pub.

“Here we are.” He said, getting out and quickly helping her down from the tall, black car. The metal hood shining in the moonlight as the noise from the pub made its way through the streets.

The noise grew as they walked in, the smell of booze filling the air as they made their way to the bar.

“Hiya Mr. Shelby. What can I get for you and the lucky lady?” The bartender asked cheerfully.

“The usual for me. What about you love?” He asked, her mind racing with trying to decide on something.

“I’ll just have what he’s having? And a gin please.” She said.

“You like whiskey?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah. Only drink it on bad nights usually. Takes the pain away.” She said.

“Pain of what?” He asked as the bartender sat a whole bottle down along with two shot glasses and her gin.

Tommy nodded at the bartender as she spoke.

“A lot of things. I see a lot of people in bad shape all time. Kind of haunts ya you know? And dealing with patients like your cousin aren’t much better. Pain in my ass really.” She said, chuckling and taking a nervous sip of her gin.

“Aye, that he is. I told him to lay off though. You helped save him after all. It’s the least he could do.” He said, pouring them both a shot.

“So are we splitting the bill or? I don’t mind.” She said.

“Nah, I get the drinks for free. That includes yours.” He said.

“Oh...” she said, taking a swig of her gin again, the clear liquid burning like fire on the way down.

“I make gin.” He said, changing the subject.

“Oh really? Is it good?” She asked.

“Personally I think it is, some people prefer it...not as sweet though. What do you think of it?” He asked.

“Wait, this is yours?” She asked, downing the last of it slowly, trying to form a decent opinion as it burned down her throat.

“Hmm, well...” she said, turning her nose up, jokingly.

“I’m kidding. You should’ve seen your face, love...It’s good though. I don’t think it’s too sweet...It’s just right.” She said, looking up at him as he downed his now third shot.

“You drinking that whole bottle?” She asked.

He shook his head and lit a cigarette, pouring her another after she downed the first one.

“Not unless you help me. Maybe then I’ll make it back to the house.” He said.

“You live ‘round here?” She asked.

“Not anymore. Up at Arrow House.” He said, blowing a puff of smoke away from her.

“Jesus. I don’t want to know what that cost, but I’m sure you and your blinders could afford those things. Is it nice?” She asked, slightly regretting the rapid pace she downed the shots in.

“It’s grand. More so in the sense it’s empty. Lots of rooms with no life in them really. My son Charlie’s there but that’s it besides the nanny and the maids.” He said.

“You have a whole crew then. I’m impressed.” She said.

“Would you like to go there?” He asked.

“Sure. But...” she said, pouring herself a shot of the whiskey.

“Let’s finish this first, can’t let a good thing go to waste aye?” She said, knocking back a shot. Her head slowly turning fuzzy as she hadn’t drank in a few months.

As she put the bottle down, a drunken man came up behind her suddenly, an ugly smile on his face as he grasped at her bum.

She quickly turned around, backing up towards Tommy.

“Get your fucking hands off me you bastard! Go on, go!” She yelled, shoving the already unstable man until he stumbled back. The liquor slowly getting to her as she watched the scene unfold.

Thomas moved her behind him as she watched him unbutton his sleeves, the act causing her to bite her lip curiously as she watched his posture change. The drunken man getting up and slurring his words in a drunken rage as he went to punch him. Tommy blocked the shaky punch and landed one on the mans nose as he stumbled back, blood erupting from the mans nose and also from Tommy’s hands from the sharp impact. The man, with practically more booze than blood in his system came at him again, this time landing a hit to his cheek causing a gash to form. As the brawl ensued, she watched tipsily as a crowd gathered around them both, egging on the blinder who practically owned half of Birmingham at that point.

“You bastard! You broke me nose!” The man yelled, finally noticing the damage done.

“Yeah well you touched my girl so I’d say we’re even. Now go on before I kill ya.” He said in a low voice, his cheek bleeding as he spoke.

“Y-you’ll pay for this. I swear it!” The man said angrily as he pushed his way through the pub and out the door, nearly stumbling as he walked onto the cold cobblestone streets.

“You alright Y/N?” Thomas asked as he turned around, wiping the blood on a towel the bartender already had ready for him.

“I-I’m fine.” She said, going back to the bar and pouring herself another shot, her nerves finally calming down after wanting to beat the man up herself, knowing she could have if only she’d tried harder.

“I think he had concrete for a nose.” He said, she could see the way his skin spilt around his worn knuckles, the blood snaking it’s way down his arm as he clutched the bottle of whiskey.

“Sorry you had to see that.” He said, knocking a shot back and then pulling out another cigarette, a frustrated sigh coming from his lips as the flames from the lighter ignited the thin roll of paper.

“Don’t be sorry. You did a good thing. I’m just mad I couldn’t punch him myself.” She said smirking, trying to lighten the mood as the atmosphere around them returned to normal.

He smirked at that, causing the blood to trickle down his face more as she watched.

“Here. This’ll hurt but it’ll help for now.” She said, turning the bottle neck-down so some it would pour onto the towel. As she leaned in to dab it on his cut cheek, his eyes scanned her face. She was halfway focused due to the alcohol in her system but still more calm than others in the past. He tried not to wince as she applied light pressure, not wanting to hurt him.

“How about we finish this bottle and head out?” He asked.

“Sounds like a plan.” She said, clinking her shot glass with his after setting the bloody towel down.

They both drank until the bottle ran dry, Y/N’s head feeling light and slightly like it was spinning as she made her way to the car. Thomas on the other hand seemed a bit less un-phased, having drunken more in that one week than she had in months.

“Did...did I say thank you? I really should’ve said thank you. That was brave. You just....cracked him right in the nose.” She said drunkenly as she made a punching gesture with her fist.

Thomas chuckled as he drove them to his house, the cool night air slowly sobering them up as they set out for the seemingly long drive to the large manor in the countryside.

“Tommy?” She asked, her eyes landing on him as the moonlight shined through the windows of the car, only his silhouette visible as he spoke.

“Yeah love?”

“Out of all the women...why me? Why’d you decide to go out with a nurse?” She said, laughing at herself slightly. The world slowly not spinning as much as they neared the house.

Thomas was silent for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully since he’d been so reckless with past suitors. He couldn’t stand another heartbreak and so he decided to think a bit more cautiously, for once.

Tommy sighed as he pulled up to the manor, his door creaking as he closed it and helped her out.

“I just happen to like you. You seem...kind. At least when a drunk isn’t trying to put the moves on ya” He said, leading her into the house, the rooms eerily empty as everyone was asleep.

“I see. Well Tommy, if it’s any consolation, I uh may just happen to like you as well. I don’t really care about what they say you know.” She said, fiddling with the buttons on her coat as he helped her take it off.

“And what do they say, Y/N?” He asked, his hand going to hers as he led her around the house quietly.

“They say you’re a drug dealing gangster who kills for fun.” She said smirking.

“They’re only half right, love.” He said, stopping just outside his bedroom.

“How so?” She asked, looking into his eyes in the dimly lit hall.

“I kill for business. Not for fun.” He said, gently caressing her cheek before he brought his lips to hers.

She broke away after a moment, looking at the cut on his cheek.

“I don’t want to hurt you, you need stitches you know.” She said, smirking up at him.

He sighed and led her into the grand bedroom, the luxurious bathroom located just near the room as they walked towards it.

Thomas turned on the light, illuminating the space as he rummaged around for alcohol and his small sewing kit, which saved him more often than not.

“I usually do this myself but I’m sure you’re better at this love.” He said, sitting on the counter as she stood between his legs, expertly threading the needle as she inspected it.

“This is going to hurt, I’m just being honest with you.” She said, forgoing her usual bedside manners.

“Can’t be worse than what I’ve done to myself aye? You won’t leave a huge scar like I would.” He said, looking at her as she started her work. The needle stinging as she quickly stitched him up.

“Scar a handsome face like yours? I could never.” She said, with a smirk as she tied off the stitch and clipped it, dabbing a bit of the alcohol on it to clean it once more. Before he could move, she took his hand gently in hers, dabbing the blood off his hand and running the alcohol over his knuckles as he sat there, a hiss of pain escaping his mouth at the unexpected burn.

“That was worse.” He said.

“I know. It’s never fun treating busted knuckles. I’d suggest maybe not punching anyone in the next couple of days...if you can manage.” She said, bandaging them up.

“For you, I’ll try not to. Now...” He trailed off, his eyes roaming over her.

“What?” She asked, looking at him as she caught him staring.

“Where were we?” He asked, his hand gently holding hers as she stood closer.

**Explicit/18+ Content Ahead. Please skip over the italicized portion if you are under 18, thank you!**

“Oh....right...” she said smirking, bringing her lips gently to his as his hands found their way to her hips, pulling her towards him. Their kiss grew heated as more time passed, his hand stinging as he snaked it through her hair, bringing her closer to him as he broke from her lips and sucked light bruises onto her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

Their hands wandered over each other, pulling at what clothing remained between them as Thomas led her to the bed. Her smooth skin feeling like silk under his rough fingertips.

Y/N giggled as he laid her on the bed, kissing his way down her neck and chest until he got to her core. His head resting perfectly between her legs as he devoured her, the feeling indescribable as she clutched the expensive sheets beneath her. Her insides soon turning to a knot as she felt her orgasm coming on, her hands finding their way to his head as she grasped his hair tightly, feeling her hips grinding on him as he brought her over the edge, her moans filling the room as she came undone on his lips. As he lifted his head up, he hovered over her, kissing his way up to her lips as she tasted herself on him. Slowly urging her hand down to take hold of him, already hard and yearning to be inside her.

“You sure?” He asked, a low moan escaping his lips as she pumped him. With a quick nod she aligned him with her entrance, wanting nothing more than to close the gap between them. She gasped lightly at the sensation, the pressure of him filling her up as he began thrusting his hips into her. The familiar feeling washing over her again minutes later, tightening around him as she moaned his name. The dim lighting making it harder to see as they continued, making the sensation all the more heightened as his thrusts quickened, and a low moan came from his lips again.

In a swift movement, he let her get on top, riding him as he watched from under her. Her hands scratching down his chest as her body tensed around him, grinding herself down harder and faster as she came once more. Her scratches leaving slight red streaks down his chest as she came down from her high.

Thomas sat up slightly as she rode him slowly once more, his hips meeting hers as she bounced on his cock. His breathing a bit ragged as he came closer. His thrusts getting slower with every minute. As she came close once more, Thomas let out a moan as he came undone, pulling her closer to him as he did so, her walls clenching around him as she moaned in his ear. Their breathing both leveling out as they lied next to each other, sleep finally invading their bones as they lay tangled in each other’s embrace.

“You don’t want me to leave do you?” She asked after a while, stealing Thomas’ cigarette from his mouth as she took a drag from it.

“I’d quite like it if ya stayed actually. Why? Do you want to?” He asked, watching the smoke escape her lips.

“No, I just thought you’d want me to. Didn’t think you’d want anything more after this.” She said.

“What if I do want something more aye?” He asked.

She smiled and thought for a moment before kissing him.

“Then you’ll have to be more careful Tommy Shelby. Can’t have you being hurt everyday. The hospital is full as it is.” She said.

Thomas chuckled as he looked down at her, her eyes lighting up at his smile.

“I’ll try, but I’m not making any promises.” He said, kissing her once more before they decided to go to bed for the night, the hope for a new relationship ever so looming on the horizon.

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Dropped (Becca x MC) Part 4

Soo this is the final part of this fic, thank you guys for following their journey till the end. Hope you enjoy 💕💕

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Pairing: Becca x MC (Emily)

Word Count: 1378

Warnings: none

Becca had been pacing back and forth outside the door for the past several minutes. She already knew what she was going to say. She already went through it in her head countless times. But actually saying it out loud... Maybe I should just do this another day? Becca shook her head. No. She needed to do this. She was there now. Any day later, she wouldn't be brave enough. She let out one last anxious breath and knocked on the door.

A few moments later, the door opened. And then there she was, the woman that consumed her thoughts by day and haunted her dreams at night.

"Becca?"

Emily looked tired. Dark circles formed under her eyes–eyes that once wore a fiery sparkle now replaced by a dull glint. At that moment, all of Becca's previous thoughts went out the window. All she wanted to do was hug her, comfort her, take away all the pain, all the hurt. But then she remembered she was the reason for those.

"Don't worry. This–this won't take long."

Becca thought of their anniversary night. How Emily waited for her, alone, while she got herself drunk, without a care in the world. How she brushed her off when she got home, ignoring all her shouts, her pleas, her cries. And then she remembered that night—the haunted look in Emily's eyes when she saw someone else kiss her.

"I'm sorry, Em. I am so so sorry for everything. I was an idiot. I–you didn't deserve any of that."

Emily avoided her gaze, her eyes drifting down the floor.

Becca continued. "But you're wrong. I never–even for a second–stopped loving you. I know you probably won't believe me, but I never cheated on you. Hell, I never even thought of cheating on you." Becca bit her quivering lip. "I love you so much which is why I–I–"

Becca closed her eyes as her next words came out almost as a whisper. "Which is why I'm letting you go."

At her words, Emily's eyes trailed up to meet Becca's gaze, and the look on her eyes almost made Becca question if she was doing the right thing.

"I–I won't bother you anymore." Becca stepped forward and pressed her lips on Emily's forehead. "Goodbye, Em."

Becca walked away as tears started streaming down her cheeks, not once looking back.

***

The next few weeks passed in a blur. The finality of their breakup left a dull, hollow ache in her heart even though Becca knew she did the right thing. She busied herself in school in an attempt to brush away thoughts of Emily while doing her best to ignore Chloe and her friends, leaving her once again alone and friendless on campus. But maybe that was for the best. She didn't think she could be all social even if she wanted to.

One afternoon, Becca was about to go home when her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hi. Is this Rebecca Davenport I am speaking with?"

"Uhh, yes. This is she."

"This is Samantha Winters. We met on the mock trial? I was calling to see if you'd be interested in an internship here in California."

*** Emily's POV

"'... Not all college relationships last. But even so, the love you shared, the stories you created, even just for a passionate while, will stay with you for a lifetime.' Eeeeek, this is so beautiful, Em." Kaitlyn looked at Emily, pretending to wipe tears from her eyes.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Anywaay, I guess I better show this to James then."

On the way to the campus, Emily had been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't notice the blonde heading straight towards her. At the collision, books scattered all over the floor.

Emily rushed to help pick them up. "I'm sorry I–Madison?"

Madison looked up. "Emily! Sorry, didn't see you there."

When Madison stood up and faced Emily, there was a distant and sad look in her eyes. "Thank you," Madison said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Are you... okay?"

Madison hesitated. "Yes, I–" She sighed. "I just got back from Becca's place. She said she wasn’t leaving till later, but when I got there, her car was already gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye..."

"Becca... is leaving?"

Madison shot Emily a sympathetic look. "You didn't know."

Emily shook her head.

"She was offered an internship at California. I–I'm not even sure if she's coming back," Madison said dejectedly.

Emily shifted from one foot to the other. "I see."

Emily and Madison stood there silently for a moment until Madison spoke up.

"I probably should get going. It was nice bumping into you, Emily."

"Same to you."

Emily continued to walk towards the campus, each of her steps getting shorter than the last until she finally came to a complete stop. She then turned around, knowing where she needed to go.

*** Becca's POV

Becca sat near the edge of the hill, surrounded by trees covered in snow as cold air wafted all around her. She took a sip of the hot coffee she brought with her, hoping to regain some warmth.

"You know, I never understood why you didn't just leave your blankets and pillows here. I don't think anyone else knows about this place."

Becca turned around in surprise at the voice.

"Emily..."

Emily gave Becca a small smile as she sat down beside her.

"I couldn't risk it. Decent blankets and pillows are expensive, you know."

For a while, they just sat there, gazing at the city lights below. The only sound heard was the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional breeze.

"Madison said you were leaving."

"I was going to, but I said no. It was a corporate law internship. I didn't think it was right for me."

Emily nodded in understanding. Soon, the silence grew again between them.

"Becca... what happened to us?"

Becca's gaze drifted over to Emily. Her expression was indiscernible as she continued to observe the stream of tiny movements on the city below.

"What happened to me, you mean," Becca muttered before returning her gaze back in front of her. "Working at Uskea and being at law school at the same time, after a while it just gets to you."

At the corner of her eye, Becca saw Emily turn her head to face her. "Why didn't you tell me you were having a hard time?"

"I–I was scared, embarrassed. I didn't want to look weak. I didn't want you to see me weak" Becca released a shaky breath, creating a misty cloud that rose into the air. "Because then, you'll see that I was never good enough for you."

Becca continued, "Instead, it became easier to fall back on old habits. And before I knew it I–" Becca squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears away, before opening them again.

"At first I thought, somehow, I was protecting you, protecting us." Becca let out a humorless laugh. "It was too late when I realized that I wasn't. I was–" She clenched her fist, digging her nails into her palm, "I hurt you."

"Becca..." Emily reached out and unclenched Becca's fist, interlacing her fingers with hers. Becca held Emily's hand tighter with her head held down as hot tears started to prickle her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Becca whispered.

Emily took Becca's chin and gently tilted her face up. Becca could hardly meet her eyes. "Becca, look at me," Emily said softly.

Slowly, Becca met Emily's eyes, her gaze warm but piercing. "You don't need to pretend for me. Not now. Not ever." Emily held Becca's face, wiping away Becca's wet cheeks with her thumb as she pulled her closer. Their lips met hungrily, filled with longing and passion. When they pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other.

"Can we... try again?" Becca breathed.

"As long as you promise me no more secrets."

Becca kissed Emily again. "No more secrets."

Becca and Emily spent the rest of the afternoon in each other's arms. They watched as the sun began to set, basking the city in a gorgeous shade of orange. And when the lights began to dim, they regretfully decided to descend the hill, braving the cold, hand in hand.

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Empathy Ch. 5

Pairing: Bucky x Empath!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None really

Summary: Y/N is an empath tasked with helping the Avengers but healing only comes if you want it.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took me so long to get out. Let me know what you all think and send me an ask if you want to be tagged!

Empathy MASTERLIST ll MASTERLIST

But Bucky didn’t come back after a few days and your sadness covered the compound. Everyone keeps telling you it’s only a matter of time but the days turned into weeks and even Steve didn’t sound convincing anymore. And your mood was affecting everyone who worked or lived in the compound.

The sadness was like a warm blanket, it kept you cocooned in bed unwilling or unable to move. It ate a black hole into your heart that you were slowly falling into. It wasn’t just sadness at Bucky’s departure. But your failure to help him seemed to bring to a point every sad failure of your life. You’d had successes, yes. Escaping your father, putting yourself through school, rising through the ranks at Shield, they had all been enormous wins. But the fact that your father was still out there, that Hydra was still feeding him innocent lives to experiment on, that fact weighed you down in places you usually didn’t think about. And now that you had failed Bucky, it was all coming to the surface.

One night about two weeks into Bucky’s disappearance you snuck out of your room to find food only to find Steve, Sam, and Nat waiting for you in the common space. Nat was dressed in her tactical gear, knives and guns strapped to her thighs and hips and her hair braided down the middle of her back. Your body sagged with relief at the sight and you dropped on the couch next to Steve.

“You’re going after him?” Nat gave you a sharp glare as she adjusted her weapons.

“I am.” was her only response.

“Nat is going after Bucky but we need to talk to you.” Steve gave nat a short nod and she was gone from the room in a moment. Steve turned his piercing blue eyes on you and you were keenly aware of the question he was asking you. You felt the hurt building in your chest and fought to damn it up, to protect these people that you had come to love from the flood that was threatening to burst. Sam sat on the coffee table at your side. Steve moved closer to you and moved to hold your hand but stopped when you flinched.

“You can’t touch me right now,” you said, “it would break you.”

“What about you,” Steve asked, “you’re the one who’s breaking.” Something inside of you cracked at Steve’s words and you let out a howl of pain that reverberated through the room. Your body tensed and the furniture shook at the force of you holding your pain in. You were desperate not to harm your friends. You felt the air go from the room and the whole compound go still. You collapsed into sobs on the couch and the men beside you let out a whoosh of air you hadn’t realized they’d been holding.

“Damn girl, you must really love him,” Sam said. You shook your head and steadied your breathing.

“It's not Bucky. I love him, I do. But I’ve been a fool. I’ve lived my life as a fool. I thought escaping was enough. But I left people behind. We have to find my father. We have to stop him." Steve glanced at Sam with a knowing look. You pushed yourself up off the couch looking between them.

“What,” you demanded.

“We’ve actually been tracking your father since you told us abut him,” Steve said. He had the good sense to look bashful.

“You did what?” You weren’t sure how to feel. Scared and angry were the top contenders but there was something else. Comfort, that you wouldn’t have to face this alone.

“Where is he,” you asked.

“Oh he’s everywhere. Siberia, South Africa, South America. It seems he’s been promoted to the head of Hydra’s human experimentation efforts. They want super soldiers and empaths and anything they can think up." Sam answered. You looked to Steve who confirmed everything with a nod of his head. Your own head swam with information and an ebbing anger flowed underneath it all. You wiped the tears from your face.

“What do we do."

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Nat checked all the local haunts first. A few hotels Bucky would go to that didn’t ask any questions, his secret apartment. But they were cold and empty, the air still and undisturbed. She flew to Bucharest and checked his old apartment building. The girl downstairs hadn’t seen him in years, the market ladies remembered him fondly but nothing more. So she went to where she knew he wasn’t, just to be sure. The Siberian cold stung her cheeks and seeped into her bones as she cursed herself for coming so far.

So she boarded the jet and headed south like she knew she should have in the first place. She flew till the land grew hot and wild and then dropped to 2600 and set her heading to 0-3-0 in blind faith. The trees loomed ever closer before they flickered and vanished to reveal a vibrant metropolis. Wakanda’s capitol city sprawled out beneath the jet welcoming Nat in. She landed and got off the plane to be greeted a troop of Dora Milaj lead by Okoye.

“He’s not ready to see you,” Okoye said in her lilting accent.

“Well he better get ready. It’s time for him to come home.” Okoye was unmoved.

“Please. He left someone behind.” A long surveying look and then a short nod and Nat was being led deep into the bowels of the palace where Shuri’s lab was based. Lit by cool blue lights and covered in graffiti, the lab was the last place you’d expect to find Bucky Barnes, sitting on a table with his shirt off and electrodes stuck here and there on his chest.

“I told her not to follow me.” Bucky said in greeting.

“She didn’t. I did. Last I left her she was in her room sobbing her eyes out and making the whole compound feel depressed as hell." Nat replied.

“Did she tell you why I left. Did she tell you who she really is? Fury’s spy? Just like you said all along.” Nat softened her piercing glare and came to sit next to Bucky on the table.

“Who she really is would take a lifetime to understand, one you might have a shot at if you come back now and apologize for being such an insufferable ass. You know she’s not Fury’s spy. You know she only wants to help us, to help you, whatever Fury might have intended for her when he sent her in.” Bucky had nothing to say to that. “She loves you you know.” Bucky nodded.

“And I care about her. I do. But I don’t fully trust her yet.” Bucky said.

“That’s going to take time. You have to be there and at least try. Why did you come here anyway?” Nat asked even though she was sure she knew the answer.

“I can’t keep hurting her. Suri’s looking for a way to heal my mind.” Bucky said.

“Though we may not succeed,” said the young Wakandan princess as she came around the corner, focusing on the tablet in her hands. Bucky’s shoulders slumped next to Nat. “Your nightmares are the same as everyone else’s Bucky, the result of past trauma. There’s little I can do to ease their impact. Y/N may be your best bet based on what you’ve described to me.” Bucky cast a sidelong glance at Nat.

“It’s time to come home,” Nat said gently placing a hand on Bucky’s knee. Bucky nodded and hopped off the table, pulling on his shirt.

“Thank you Suri, for trying.”

“If she can help you, Sargent, let her.” Bucky nodded curtly and led Nat out of the lab down a maze of hallways and doors to the small room he’d been staying in.

“Where did you look?” He asked.

“The usual.” Bucky nodded, grabbing his few belongings and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Nat led the way back out to the jet and within minutes they were airborne and headed back home. Bucky was a tumble of emotions in the co-pilot’s chair. He’d acted so poorly when he left you, did you even want to see him again. Could you really help him and could he even bring himself to let you. Mostly he just wanted to see you again, see your smile and hear your voice, feel your soft skin under his fingertips and make you laugh.

The jet flew through the night and Bucky dozed fitfully the image of your tear stained face playing across his dreams. Finally the sun cleared the horizon and glinted on the approaching compound.

“You ready?” Nat asked.

“No. But it’s time to face everything, isn’t it.” Bucky replied.

“I think so, Bucky.”

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[itsstrange]

I’ll Be Here

Adam Ruzek x Reader

A/N: Here’s something short for y’all meanwhile I continue to procrastinate with other stories 💗I haven’t posted in a few days due to certain things happening in my life, so I wanted to drop something here for y’all. ✨

Summary: After a tough case everyone is in much need of a few drinks, Reader taking the case a lot more harder, decides to down her sorrows shot after shot, leaving her unstable to get home. Ruzek, being the ever loving gentleman and partner volunteers to take the Reader home. During the process of doing so, Reader accidentally slips her true feelings towards the man.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Alcohol, highly intoxication, Mentions of Violence, Ruzek being a gentleman, comfort, kissing,

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“‘Nother one,” You mumble, tapping a finger on the rim of the shot glass,

Greg, the bartender, who you learned through a blurry version, gives you an unsure look, but the one you give in return has him pouring your 8th refill of straight vodka. Giving him your best loopy sided smile, you tip your head back as you down the liquor, not even wincing at the bitter taste as it falls down your throat, which should be a sign to stop drinking but after what you saw today you needed it. Needed the blackout. It was the only way for you to fall asleep without the horrifying image playing in your mind all night. So getting drunk till your completely shit faced is a must.

Motioning another refill to the poor man, he forcefully obeys, not wanting to get on your drunk bad side, because from the looks of it he can tel it won’t be fun. Just as you downed the liquor once again a voice settles right next to you.

“Alright you, how bout we call it a day huh?” You snort, turning your eyes to the one man who can tolerate you in any given state,

Literally.

“I told you... I’m gonna get s’drunk,” You slur at him, slightly catching the way his lips curl upwards,

“Looks like you succeed that goal. C’mon, I’ll take you home,” Adam offers a hand for you to take, but you shake your head,

“Nah.. it’s still early, and m’not even there yet,” You grin at him, eyes twinkling in dim light from the liquor,

Adam softly chuckles, “(Y/n) it’s two in the morning,”

Your furrow your brows at him, “Wha-?”

Looking over your shoulder as much as you can without toppling off your stool, you noticed how the place looked completely deserted, only a few people remained. The rest of the gang had left an hour ago while you were busy downing the image away at the bar. It was just you and Adam now. Giving a surprise hum, you turn back to the bar, calling after Greg, which sounded more like ‘Reg’.

“You can leave if.. y’want,” It was more of an offer than a question,

Adam shakes his head, “Not without you,”

“Geez Ruzek.. if you’d wanted m’in your bed, all you hada’ do is ask,” You give him your best smirk,

Adam chuckles and nervously scratches the side of his neck. If only it would be that easy with you, not that he would only want you on his bed, no that would be the bonus, what he truly wanted was to claim you as his own. You two have been friends since the academy days, and when you both got chosen by Alvin it just grew from there. Especially with the death of your recruiter, something had been built in between you two, causing the both of you to show your vulnerability to one another. You guys trusted each other and knew each other better than anyone else, and as the years passed, your relationship grew as well.

Your feelings to one another wasn’t visible after the whole marriage devastation with Burgess, then once again with Hailey. Adam wasn’t sure at first, would do his best to deny such feelings by sleeping around, but once he’d wake up he felt guilty about the whole night. Feeling wrong for sleeping with a women that wasn’t you. He finally admit to the feelings one day during a case, it was a close call, he didn’t say anything, but he certainly realized how much he cared for you. The moment he saw your body falling on the ground, face twisted in pain as you tried your best to gather air, he thought the worse. If it wasn’t for your awkward position and the heavy bullet vest, the entire situation would have been a lot more horrible.

“‘Reg,” You call out again,

Adam watches as the bartender makes his way over, vodka bottle in one hand and a weary look on his face. Just as nears them both and brings the bottle towards the shot glass, Adam throws a couple bills on the counter.

“She’s done for the night pal,” The bartender nods his head, relief showing on his face as he quickly collects the payment,

You turn around with narrowed eyes, “C’mon, everyone else went home, it’s time for us to do the same,”

You stay quiet for a few seconds before dropping your eyes down to the counter, “Not everyone,”

Adam’s smile slowly falters. He knew exactly what you were referring to. The little girl that had been kidnapped along with various other kids, had been rescued, except for Isabel Pace, a 7 year old girl. She was one of the offenders favorite apparently, just as the gang found his hideout where he kept all the kids, he had took off with her. You had followed him in the car, tried to keep up with him, but an oncoming truck had rammed you off the road, making you lose visual on the beaten up car. Although, after a few minutes later a park ranger caught visual on the car, but once you all arrived on the scene it was a horrifying sight. Sat on the drivers seat was your perk, bullet wound to the head, but what made your stomach twist with pain and rage was the little girl in the back seat who shared the same wound to the head.

The image would forever haunt you along with the others. So of course, Adam couldn’t blame you for wanting to drown yourself in liquor, it wasn’t easy.

He watches as you down the rest of the drink before sighing quietly through his nose, “Come on,”

With hesitation you finally climb off your stool, gripping tightly on Adam’s jacket as he helps you with an arm around your waist, steading you on your feet before slowly walking out the bar and towards his car. Luckily, you hitched a ride with Hailey, leaving your car back at the station and not having to worry about it in the morning.

The ride to your apartment was less than 20 minutes, but still managed to doze out with your head leaning heavily against the cool window. Parking in front of your apartment building, Adam softly nudges you awake before climbing off and walking over to your door. Once helping you out and up the flight of stairs, the both of you finally made it to your front door after what seemed like ages. The elevator had broken down, leaving the stairs the only option available, Adam thanked the lord you stayed in the second floor, he didn’t think he’d be able to go through another pair of stairs with your drunken state.

Another minute passed of Adam trying to open your door while you leaned heavily against him. Kicking your door open with his free shoulder, he leads you both inside and shuts it with his foot before walking you over to your couch. Gently settling you down on the cushions, he walks back to front the door, locks it and turns back, heading towards the kitchen. He’s been in your apartment long enough to know his way around the house. His movements in the kitchen can be heard, but honestly it didn’t faze you, in fact you were nearly dozing off—again— on your couch as he made himself at home in the other room.

“Here,” Adam’s voice makes your eyes flutter open, he sat on your right with a large glass of water,

With slow movements you sit right on the couch as you reach out towards the cup and finish it one gulp. At least it’ll somewhat help with the headache in the morning, it won’t subside the brutal hangover, but it’ll at least help some. Handing him the cup, you settle back in the couch, not to sleep, but to drift off. It wasn’t even a minute when tears start to fall down your cheeks, you thought they were silent tears, but the way you sniff had Adam turning towards you. Not wasting a second he wraps an arm around your shoulders and brings you towards him, your head resting heavily against his chest as silent sobs leave you. Seeing you in pain was the last thing Adam wanted, no matter the situation, he hated seeing you in pain, especially when he doesn’t know exactly how to comfort you. Physically he’s good at, but when it comes to words, he’s the worst, till this day it still surprises him when he manages to spill any comforting words to anyone who’s in need of them.

Comforting someone with words wasn’t his best suit, but words weren’t exactly what you needed at the moment, hell, it never is most of the time, so all the detective does is wrap a tight arm around you as he softly rubs soothing circles on your shoulder and leaning the side of his cheek at the top of your head. Getting a small whiff of your coconut shampoo, along with your Calvin Klein perfume he had gotten for your birthday a few months ago, the scent alone made his heart flip.

A few moments had passed when your tears had finally subsided, but still remained on the couch with Adam, head leaning against his chest, heartbeat playing in your ear and feeling yourself calming down. Another minute passes as you two remain on the couch, his fingers gently massaging your scalp as your own fiddle with a button on his shirt. Although, the sound of you yawning finally breaks the silence in the room, and bringing Adam back from his thoughts.

“C’mon, let’s take you to bed,” As much as he wants to hold you in his arms all night, Adam knows you both need sleep to get up for work in a couple of hours,

Which will be a bitch for the both of you. But mainly for you.

You shake your head and only bury yourself closer to his chest, which honestly made Adam want to allow it, want to fall asleep on the couch with you, but he knows it would be uncomfortable and knows it will only worsen your headache in the morning. Slightly chuckling to himself, Adam places a finger underneath your chin and lifts it up until you meet his chocolate orbs.

“You’ll be okay,” He referred it as a reminder more than a question,

Which was true, and you knew it was. Your job was all about dealing with tough cases that will sometimes get personal, that will have a strong effect on you, both positive or negative and then slowly learning how to move forward. Whether the pain is still there, you learn to use it as motivation to be better, stronger, and knowing you have support from your team, Adam, you knew the pain that you were currently dealing with would also be easy to get through. It might take days, weeks, but you knew it was all about time and patience.

With a hint of hesitation you nod your head in agreement, earning a small smile from the man and then getting lost in each other eyes. Your eyes dart from one pair to the other and then down to his lips, you repeated it a few times before finally closing the little gap between you two. You rest your lips against his for a few seconds and slightly pull back, testing the waters before seeing him lean back in. The way your lips felt together was like a feeling no other, like the missing pieces of the puzzle have been placed in their proper spot, they felt just right. Relief and happiness washed over both your chest, after what seemed like a lifetime you two have finally gave in to one another, and it honestly felt fucking great.

Gentle kisses were exchanged for a few minutes before slowly growing into firmer and deeper kisses. Without much warning you straddle his lap, immediately feeling his hands on either side of your waist, holding you upright as you two continue to lavish each other’s mouths, however, the way you begin to move your hips has him coming back to reality. A small gasp escapes from him when you circle your hips once again, giving you the opportunity to dive your tongue, earning yet another small moan from both of you. The moment was quickly escalating when Adam was beginning to feel all his blood going south, not that he didn’t want to continue, matter of fact he’d take you right here and there but he knew it wasn’t the right way nor right time. You are just acting on impulse, heat of the moment, and more importantly you weren’t sober. What if whatever is going on at the moment is all just a drunken night for you, what if you’d regret it when you awoke? Even if the kiss felt just right to Adam, and to you, he still didn’t want to take advantage of you at this state, it would feel real to him.

“(Y/n),”

“Adam,” You whimper against his lips, moving your hips once again, emotions heightening at the feeling of his member growing underneath you,

The hand that was resting against the mans chest had made its way at the back of his head, fingers finding they’re way into his small soft locks. It wasn’t the way you had pulled his hair that made Adam stop your movements, no, it was the way you angled your hips against his. He had to stop otherwise he knows things will soon start to escalate even more. Gripping tightly on to your waist with both hands he hauls your movements, earning another small whimper from you. Breaking the kiss you stare at him with hooded yet confused eyes.

“You don’t-..,”

“No I want to,” Adam stops you, placing a hand on the side of your cheek, “but I want it to be you, the real you,”

You melt against his hand at his words, you never knew he could be such a gentleman, well more than you’ve already seen him act towards females, and that alone made you fall harder for him.

“Okay?” He asks, hand still on your cheek while eyes search for any disapproval in yours,

Placing your own hand over his, you angle your head to place a chaste kiss in his inner palm before nodding in understanding. Feeling less weight off his shoulders, Adam nods as well before helping you off his lap and leading you towards your bedroom. Helping you remove your denim jacket, boots and pants he tucks you under the covers. Just as he pulls away you grip on to his wrist, holding it loosely as you glance up at him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Adam didn’t need words to understand what you were asking for,

You drop his wrist and watch as he shrugs off his own jacket and boots before climbing on the other side of the bed, where you immediately settled against him. Your head leaning against his chest, just like earlier while your fingers drew imaginary shapes on his black undershirt. The feeling sending relaxation to the man and making his eyes flutter shut, awhile so many questions piled in your head. What does it mean for you two now? Did he feel the same way or was he just being a gentleman and not wanting to take advantage? Was it just the heat of the moment? Not being able to handle so many thoughts you call out his name.

“Shh..go to sleep,” He says through closed eyes, as if knowing exactly what you were planning on asking and continues with, “I’ll be here in the morning,”

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, even if the questions still laid heavily in your head, you knew he would be there in your arms when you awoke. You just hoped you would be able to wake up next to him in the upcoming weeks and in the future. As you got comfortable against him and start to drift off, you fell asleep with his last words of the night..

“I’ll always be here,”

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