#i wish i knew their heights but nothing tells me when i search

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

#showaddywaddy #rock n roll lady #musik med gummisko #1976 #OKAY SONG NUMBER 3 #oh boy malcolm got out again #aaaaa budddyyyy #are you taking that mircophone #buddy i will give you every microphone in the whole world #you can have all of them #what else do you want #i will get it for you right now #oh my god look at them #starting out their little dances #AAAAAAAAAAAA #HELP ME THIS BAND HAS SUCH A HOLD ON ME RIGHT NOW #BUDDY THAT KICK #he looks so small on side of everybody else #i wish i knew their heights but nothing tells me when i search #the only one that gave me a height when i googled them was al and it wasn't even the same al #because somebody else has the same name #showaddywaddy gifs

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔

╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, yearning, kissing, make up sex, soft sex that turns rough quite quickly, dom!caleb, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise, use of pet names "baby" "pipsqueak", lmk if i missed any tags !!

wc : 4.1k

Perhaps, yearning had a time and a place for everyone. But for the two of you, maybe it had gone on for longer than you could take, the slightest shift in the atmosphere ready to break that fragile little bubble of boundaries.

"If it were that easy to get a license, I wouldn't be here in your bed complaining, you know!" You scoffed, falling upon the soft mattress and dangling your feet off the edge. As Caleb laughed, easing into a spot beside you, you softened.

It had barely been a few days.

You'd get back from your exam, wrestling uncertainty with your results, and he was there—ready to listen, willing to offer a crying shouder if need be. You didn't cry, of course, only complained. But the mere presence of him by your side was enough to lull you out of your negativity, turning your talks into lighthearted moments for you to look back on and smile.

It happened often, with Caleb.

It was so easy to be with him, so easy to relax and just... be yourself, no questions asked, no image to uphold.

Ever since you were children.

It was just the kind of friendship you shared; the mutual trust, the mutual comfort. And you wouldn't have it any other way, except that...

Discreetly, you glanced at the figure beside you, Caleb also having gone silent, the both of you taking to stare outside the window of his room. He looked sentimental like this, almost, and pretty. The steadiness of his broad back... and the way you thought it would be nice, for once, to ruffle his hair instead of the other way around.

All familiar to you, all... cherished, by you.

"So... You'll be leaving again, huh?"

Your voice was casual, or at least—as casual as you could make it be. Yet, a certain apprehension settled into the pit of your stomach, and when he turned his head to face you, violet eyes glowing under the drifting moonlight, you felt yourself swallow thickly.

"Ah, well. You know the drill," he shrugged, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Yet despite the playfulness in his tone, there was a gentleness in his eyes that made your heart churn. "My vacation ends, and I gotta be on my way first thing in the morning... Y'know. The usual."

You wished he wouldn't say it out loud, but you supposed you brought this upon yourself. You were the one that had asked, after all—yet you looked into his eyes, finding that you couldn't even bring yourself to look away, and there was nothing to stop the pout that slowly formed on your face. It was your turn to look away, almost as if refusing to look at him when you were like this.

"When will you be back again?"

He stayed quiet, for a while. If you looked at him, you would have noticed the little tilt of his head, the little smile on his face. But you could feel his eyes on you, and you wouldn't dare turn your head.

Caleb, after all, never missed an opportunity to poke fun at you.

"Aww, pipsqueak, are you that upset?"

You couldn't believe he would even question it.

Huffing, you glanced to the side, already noting the glint of mischief hidden in his eyes. "What, and you're not?" Your voice was sharp, but your retort lacking. Even Caleb knew that you were often more creative with your responses, and he had the audacity to laugh at your expense, almost delighting in the way you would puff your cheeks, indignance written all over you.

"D'you want me to be?" He grinned, leaning down to your height, searching your eyes. Always, you would think that his irrational penchant for being perceptive would be your downfall, and you knew this was no exception.

"...You're always so telling with your gaze."

Caleb shook his head, straightening himself only to reach out and ruffle your hair. It was just as he'd always done since you were children, and the gentle familiarity of it made you bow your head in resignation. "'Course I'm upset, pipsqueak," he sighed. "It's always hard to leave home, isn't it?"

His voice slowed to a pause, almost as if he could have continued, could have added to his words—but he didn't.

This time, it was your turn to be curious. If Caleb knew your reactions and your habits by heart, then you, too, could say the same about him. And sure enough, the more you studied him, even as he chuckled and turned his head away, the more you took note of something in his eyes that you couldn't quite find a name for.

Still, more than your curiosity, was your growing indignance at his words.

"...Is that it?" You mumbled, hands gripping at the fabric of your nightgown. "It's hard to leave... home. So it's not hard to—"

"Leave you? No, it is, pipsqueak. You are home."

His words caught you off-guard.

He wasn't looking at you when he said it—there was no trace of a blush on his cheeks, on his ears, anywhere—It almost made you doubt the seriousness of it, or why he would say something so... direct. Caleb wasn't usually expressive with you in this way; compliments, yes, but he'd never called you... home, before.

The word lingered weighty in the air.

But in the silence between you, and the more you thought of it, you couldn't help but dwell on the unfairness of it all. "Then—then—!" A frown formed on your face, watching as his eyes turned back to you when you spoke. "Then stay..."

It almost hurt you the way his eyes softened, teasing mirth replaced by a knowing gentleness. His hand edged closer to yours, body leaning ever-so-slightly towards you. "C'mon, pipsqueak... Y'know I can't do that..." he mumbled.

In slow, careful movements, his other hand reached to rest gently on your head, making you suddenly hyperaware of the way his fingernails would graze against the skin of your scalp, running through your hair in a sweet, tender stroke. He'd repeat the same motion, another silence weaving between the two of you, before his hand settled on the side of your face—the ghost of a touch, only barely feeling his palm press against your skin.

You held your breath.

"If I could," he said, "If I could. I'd be back here every week, spend every day with you like back when we were kids."

Feeling yourself slowly melt underneath the tenderness in his gaze, your shoulders relaxed, your grip on your clothing easing slightly. But still, your own eyes drifted to the ground.

Despite all your indignance, despite the terrible, terrible thought of having him go away from you again, you knew what he said was true. Caleb had always cared for you as much as you cared for him—it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that his absence hurt him equally as much, and that he would only put up a front for you, if only to be the solid foundation that he had always been for you, all these years up to this very moment.

Tears brimmed at your eyes, Caleb immediately shifting closer to place both of his hands by the side of your face, wiping them away with little swipes.

"Hey, now. Don't cry on me. You know I'll still be back on my next holidays!"

"But when?" You put in every effort to steady your voice, unwilling for it to waver in front of him, unwilling to let any more tears fall in the most obvious display of desperation for him that you've ever had. "How long will you be gone? Only to stay again for another week or so... Sometimes, you stay even less than a week. I've barely managed to have a proper conversation with you this time, and yet— yet—!"

You sniffled as your bleary eyes settled on his features, leaning into the comforting warmth of his hold. "Ugh," you scolded yourself, though there was no weight in the way that you did. "You... you make me feel like a little kid, Caleb. I'm not even supposed to be this selfish with you."

"Hmm. Aren't you? You've always been a little selfish with me, and if I'm honest, this isn't really too surprising." He chuckled again, and the playfulness in his eyes made a temporary return before he dared to step closer, inching towards your face. "But I don't mind, pipsqueak. 'Cause I miss you just as much, everytime I can't see you."

His words were warm. As warm as the way he looked at you, as warm as the way he held you.

As warm as...

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you, too, dared to step another line into something the two of you had never set foot in—almost closing the distance, almost giving in to the thoughts that probed your mind, almost—

You pressed your forehead against his, the both of you taking a moment to peek into new territory that had been brought out in the open. Your lips, now, were close enough to barely touch. You could see deeply into his eyes like this, too—the way golden flecks of light mixed with saturated, purple hues, and for the first time, you thought, you noticed... Caleb was a lot like the sunsets you would see on your way home.

"What's on your mind, pipsqueak?" He murmured softly, the rasp in his voice revealing to you just how much your actions had caught him off-guard, just how much he was straining not to step a toe out of line from whatever you wanted; whatever this was.

The tension in the air was unmistakable.

You could think; imagine, perhaps, his heartbeat was racing in his chest just as fast as yours was. Perhaps, you would be able to feel it for yourself, if his body was pressed up against yours...

You watched as his gaze drifted down towards your lips, and you flushed at the subtlest indication that he might have the same thoughts as you did.

"Caleb..." you whispered, placing your hand over his, tilting your head slightly to the side and holding him closer against your cheek. "When you're away, do you... Think of me?"

Silence; his eyes never strayed from yours, waiting, observing, attentive and careful to note how you would approach this situation.

"The way that you miss me... What is it like?"

A slow inhale, one hand moving to tuck your hair behind your ears.

"Hmm, well... Maybe it's exactly in the way you're thinking of, right now."

"And... What would that be?"

"...Dunno, pipsqueak. What would it be?"

You smiled, seeing the flicker of a challenge in his eyes, but recognizing there to be equal parts of caution, still watching, waiting, waiting for you to make your move.

"Would you stop me?" You said finally, slowly draping your arm over his shoulder. "If I moved a little closer now, and then we'd..."

It was your turn to glance at his lips, so close to you, yet so far, almost blurry and out of focus with your proximity. You could feel his steady breaths against your face, and he didn't answer you. Instead, he took your words as his own confirmation, breaking the boundary, tilting his head as he captured your lips into a soft, gentle kiss.

He moved his lips slowly against yours, hands trailing down your face, down your back, settling on your waist—and then he pulled away, half-lidded eyes examining you closely. One beat, two—Caleb pushed you gently against the sheets, pressing close and flush against your body, his heartbeat racing in time with yours just as you had hoped it to.

"You... mean this, pipsqueak?" He breathed.

"...Do I lie that often to you? The reason I miss you so much, the reason I so badly want you to stay... Did you think it was because of whatever childish attachment I've had to you from the start?"

He nearly scoffed.

"Oh, what. And you're gonna call me oblivious? Like I don't see the way you look at me? Like I don't see the way you melt?"

This time you gasped, and a smirk played at his lips—his lips, ones that had kissed you just seconds prior. "You—! That's—!"

"I've known aaallll along, pipsqueak. But you've never had plans on acting on your feelings, right? So I'm just asking, 'cause... I don't want you to regret what we're doing."

Though feeling the weight of embarrassment begin to swirl in your stomach, your eyes softened.

Ah, you thought, he's always so considerate.

"What..." You searched his eyes, "What are we doing? What is this, then?"

"...You could think of it as me making it up to you..." Caleb spoke slowly. "Well, whatever this is, I could kiss you here for hours—easy."

You felt the heat rise back up to your cheeks—

"—Oorr..." He smiled, tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. "If you want a more detailed memory to keep you company while I'm gone, I could do even more than that. But your call, of course."

Immediately you understood what he was implying, and the mere thought of it turned you completely red in the face, pushing him away with a gasp.

"Caleb!" You cried out, and beside you, he laughed.

"Guess that's a no, then? Ah, well. No biggie, I could wait another few months or so. C'mere, and I'll—"

"N-no! I... I didn't mean it like that."

You cut him off quickly, chewing on the inside of your lip, and he raised an eyebrow.

"No? So what'd you mean, then?" Caleb reached out his hand for you to take, gently tracing his fingers over the skin of your palm.

"I... I'm up for it," you said, after a moment. "I mean... I don't mind. If you... If you wanna—do—what you were—"

You couldn't complete your sentence, and he squeezed your hand, another chuckle escaping his lips. "You would, huh? Have sex with me?"

His blatant admission had you burning, immediately pulling away once more to cover your face. "God, Caleb! Don't just say it like that!"

"Hey! I gotta be sure, don't I? Who knows if we were thinking different things?"

"But—! If you say it out loud, it sounds...! Embarrassing!"

"What, that I want to have sex with you?"

You could hear the infuriating melody of amusement in his voice, clearly pleased at your flustered reaction, clearly enjoying this mental torture on you like he always did.

"Caleb..." You whined at the sound of his laughter, peeking through your fingers just enough to let him see your pout.

"Alright, alright! I'll stop!" He grinned. "...But seriously, though. It doesn't matter too much that I've been waiting, I can wait a little longer if you're not ready yet. 'Cause honestly? I'm just happy enough like this already."

Like... This?

Your mind drifted to his kiss, his soft, plush lips mingling with your own. It had lasted barely a few seconds, but even the mere thought of it made you weak. The mere thought of holding him—doing more—having him love you, tender as always, in ways that he had never before. You'd fantasized about it, sure. Undeniably. Sometimes you would sit in one of his hoodies, flushing at his scent and the way that you could easily reach down to touch yourself in it—

You never did, out of the mere fear that you would never be able to look him in the eyes if you did.

But now, his own feelings, his own desires, lay just within your reach. No matter how scary it was to dive into such a foreign, indiscernible place of your relationship... You've never had him closer to you, and you didn't want to let go of that feeling.

So with a shy gaze, you closed the gap between the both of you once more, kissing at his neck and feeling each shudder of his body zap straight down to your core. "It's okay," you mumbled, "I think... I'd rather not wait, either."

In a flurry of movements, you were back against his pillows, his body above you and arms and legs tangled in a passionate embrace. Unlike earlier, each kiss upon your lips had you gasping your air—almost starved as he mouthed at you, almost desperate to explore every curve of your skin in a way you didn't know he ever could be.

"Unbelievable," he breathed, panting as he pulled away, fingers slowly gliding beneath your nightgown, tracing circles over your stomach. "I'm actually, actually touching you like this."

"Unbelievable?" You scoffed, turning your head to the side. "I should be the one saying that. Having you touch me like this..."

He smiled. And then slowly, his hands traveled up your skin, bunching the silken fabric of your nightwear up and above your breasts. You saw him draw in a shaky breath, a tremble in the way he stroked your skin—"Oh, fuck," he whispered, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "Seriously, it's like a miracle, shit..."

"...Caleb, are you going to just tease?" You frowned, feeling vulnerable in the way he stared. Your body remained mostly exposed, revealed to him in a way that had him frozen with having never seen you so naked before.

But Caleb licked his lips, feeling them dry at the mere sight of you.

"Oh, baby, I wish."

There was a raspiness in his voice as he moved to yank down his sweatpants, chest heaving in the way he tried so hard to control his breaths.

Baby, he called you, and you could have sworn you let out a whine, the new nickname striking a chord inside of you more than you ever expected it to.

"I— shit. I really wanna take my time with you... Give you a whole experience you can think of 'til I get back, but you—"

A sense of urgency overtook him, and his hands were back on you, tracing your thighs, trailing up to press at your panties and nearly groaning at the patch of wetness he could feel.

You drew in a sharp breath.

"...Damn. It looks like I won't be able to keep my composure, not when I've thought about this moment for as long as I can remember."

His hand was pulling your underwear down within seconds, leaving your lower halves bare and exposed. The tip of his cock was wet with pre-cum, the sheer length of it having you momentarily speechless.

"W-wait, you're not—?!" A hint of panic rose in your voice as you sat up against the headboard, but he gently pushed you back down, towering over you.

"It'll fit," he spoke, matter-of-factly, reaching down to swipe at your cunt before bringing his hand up to your face. That smirk was there again, the tease in his eyes ever-present despite his promise not to leave you feeling unfair for too long. "You're crazy wet, pipsqueak. I think I'll slide in just fine."

His words brought a dangerous sting to your cheeks, feeling yourself clench around nothing, eyeing the slick that coated his fingers from a single swipe.

If, you thought, if he had those fingers inside of me, I wonder how deeply he would reach...

He leaned down to kiss you, almost as if reading your thoughts. "Not now," he murmured. "Maybe later. Maybe next time, when I get back."

You frowned. "Don't... don't talk about leaving when we're like this..."

"Baby—"

"No, Caleb. If I'm going to remember this moment, I am not going to think of it as the night before you go away again!"

Amusement flashed through his eyes, and the tip of his cock brushed lightly against your entrance, coating your clit with your wetness.

"Alright, I digress," he grinned. "But it's not an if, right? You will remember—and then you can busy yourself with the feeling of it whenever you need to. It's the whole point."

"...Busy myself?! What do you think you're—"

Your words were lost into a gaping moan, feeling his cock stretch at your walls, heat and pleasure coarsing through your veins in sharp, quick bursts.

"Fuuuuckkkk." He groaned from the throat, your hazy eyes making out the way he grit his teeth, his own eyes shut tightly as he pushed into you, all the way up to your hilt, gripping the headboard in ragged pants. "So..." he breathed, "So damn tight."

"Y-you're just—ngh—so big—"

It was almost as if he were intent on rendering you utterly speechless, barely giving you time to time to adjust before he was snapping his hips into yours. Every movement had him filling you up, thrusting into you balls deep, hips moving quickly, rhythmically, splitting you open with ease.

"W-Wai—iit— a-aahh—" Your back arched in raw pleasure, submitting to every ounce of desire that poured out of him. "Shit!" You cursed, head thrown back into his pillow. "So fast—Y-you're so fast—"

He only let out a hum of a moan in response, eyes finally opening, hands shifting to grab onto yours and pin them right up above your head.

"Oh, fuck— Caleb—!"

"Good," he rasped. "So wet, so tight, so—haah—so good—"

You clamp down tightly around him, greedily sucking his length in with the steady pulse of your cunt, moans breaking, body squirming under his grasp and the lustful heat of his gaze.

"Oh, god—sorry, baby, I can't—" Caleb's pace seemed to stutter with the way you clenched around him, pounding into you more erratically, cockhead hitting the spot that had you jolting. "You're too perfect, you're exactly how i've imagined—"

Whimpers began to fall from your lips as you struggled to wring your hands free from his grasp, desperate to touch him, desperate to feel him closer. And Caleb remained attentive despite his obvious euphoria, releasing your hands and leaning down close to you, grunts with every pump of his cock, almost needy for your heat.

The feeling was too much.

He was fucking you, and you couldn't think straight—you'd opened your mouth, and before you could stop yourself, you were spilling his name in ways you wouldn't have done otherwise.

"I love you, Caleb, I love you, I love you, I love y—nnh—leb— haah— I love you, Caleb—!"

It didn't take long after that for him to twitch in your cunt, and your walls fluttered around him, locking him in place as he stilled, spilling inside of you enough to have you leaking. It was enough to edge out a release of your own, and you trembled in his embrace, bodies locked in perpetual ecstasy.

And he was right, you would remember it.

Every slide of his cock against your walls, you'd remember it—and, with a pang, you realized... you'd long for it.

"...You're so cruel," you whispered as he leaned down to kiss at your jawline, slowly pulling out of you and collapsing beside you with a sigh.

"Hmm, wow. First, an I love you without warning, and now I'm the cruel one?" He laughed softly beside you. "Was I too hard? Sorry, pipsqueak, you're much too—"

"I love you, Caleb." Your mind much clearer after your high, you repeated your words, albeit shy enough to still turn over and snuggle into his chest. "Just... how am I supposed to miss you like this?"

He reached over to put his arm around you, stroking your hair lovingly. "...Miss me...?" he spoke slowly, almost as if choosing his words with care. "It won't be for too long, pipsqueak, swear."

"But you don't even—"

He clicked his tongue, cutting you off. "I mean, that's partly why we fucked, right? It should keep you busy enough while we wait. Now you have something more accurate to touch yourself to, and, hey—I wouldn't stop you!"

You had indeed come to a similar conclusion, but hearing him say it out loud like that had you looking up with a halfhearted glare.

"...Caleb, you're filthy!" You huffed.

But you both knew well that your words didn't amount to much, and he chuckled, poking your temple.

"Okay, okay. How about... Just to make sure you won't be too sad, we can have another round in the morning?"

"Caleb!"

He smiled. "...I love you, too, pipsqueak."

The warmth of his words, blending in with his familiar, most precious nickname for you, had you easily forgetting whatever trepidations you had in your heart. Maybe, you thought, whatever came with this new door in your relationship was worth it—especially if you could be in his arms the way you were now, listening closely to the lull of his heartbeat.

『 I can't decide if it's a choice getting swept away; I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay. 』

⁺₊ / an: ouh this req prompt couldve gone soooooo many ways and it was so hard to decide!! the word count proves i love him almost as much as xavier, but i also owe it to caleb x mc being so "treacherous" by taylor swift coded, and i will die on this hill!!!!!!

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[sirianasims]

We had dinner at the food stall behind the gallery, talking about everything and nothing. Paul asked about my costumes and I showed him some of my cosplays and even a few original designs on my phone. He could name every single character I’d done, and I was quite thrilled to discover that he was just as much of a geek as I was. I don’t know why I had expected otherwise, considering the kind of roles he played.

He told me he’d loved comics and superheroes since he was a child, so when the casting call for a live-action Llama Man series went out he had jumped at the chance even though he knew the risk.

And he’d been right. By the time the series ended, he was too established as Llama Man and casting directors were passing him over for more serious roles.

He didn’t seem to mind that much though. He said that being a lead actor was hard work and he much preferred smaller roles where he could have some more creative input. These days, he mostly worked on Llama Man: The Animated Series and a few other voice acting gigs.

After the gallery closed, we found ourselves on a bench outside. The night was warm. I didn’t feel like going back to my apartment yet, and Paul didn’t seem to be in any hurry either.

“Finally, the director told me that if I didn’t get it together, he was going to replace me with an actual llama next season. So, obviously I had to bring a llama for the launch party. He did not appreciate the gesture. Turns out very few llamas are house-trained.”

Our laughter echoed slightly in the empty plaza.

“You know, you remind me a little of my grandfather.”

“Ouch. You wound me. I’m not even forty, you know.”

“No, I mean, he was an actor as well. Conrad Richards. He loved pranks like that too.”

“Conrad Richards was your grandfather?”

“Well, he married my grandmother, but he was always grandpa Conrad to me.”

“That’s amazing. I was a big fan of his, actually. I liked how he always seemed to have fun with it, not like those actors who take themselves too seriously.”

“Yeah, he never took anything seriously. In every memory I have of him, he’s laughing.” My voice wavered slightly. “Sorry, I still miss him a lot.”

“Understandable.”

Paul took my hand.

“I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but the truth is, it doesn’t. You just get better at carrying the pain.”

He looked away, seemingly lost in thought.

“When my father died, my mother told me that grief is just love that no longer has a home. It has nowhere to go. So, what you need to do is give it a new home. Surround yourself with friends and family. Love the ones you have left even harder. It doesn’t make the grief go away, but they will help you carry it.”

He cleared his throat and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. I immediately missed the warmth.

“Thank you, Paul. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome. Julia.”

We sat in silence for a moment. Then, he looked at his watch and smiled at me, back to his cheerful self.

“Sadly, as much as I’d love to, we can’t sit here and chat all night. I have to catch a flight back to the Valley in the morning. So unless you feel like walking me to my hotel to make sure I don’t get lost, we should probably part ways.”

“Sure. Where’s your hotel, then?”

He hesitated, his eyes searching my face.

“ZenView Heights. But -“

I leapt to my feet. “It’s this way.”

Paul grabbed my wrist and looked at me with a serious expression.

“Julia, it was a joke. And that’s way too far to walk. Are you really sure about coming back to my hotel?”

I tried to listen for that little voice in my head, the one that was supposed to warn me when I was about to do something stupid, but there was only silence. 

And Paul.

I nodded, slightly surprised at myself. Paul sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing any more,” he muttered as we walked to the street to find a taxi.

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[merakiui]

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yandere!rook hunt x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, rook being rook (keep this man away from the mirror store) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

There were a plethora of sinister omens that foretold an inevitable danger, looming and lurking like an unshakable shadow. Sudden camera clicks and flashes in your peripheral, sweets and flower arrangements left at your doorstep or in your mailbox, an absurd amount of typed love letters pasted to your door, footsteps trailing you at night—only to vanish when you turned around in search of the one responsible. You reported each morbid affection, yet nothing could be done to help you. Though it was clearly evidence of a stalker, the police argued that this individual had not yet broken into your home or attempted to hurt you. These gifts, though insistent and a breach of your comfort, were harmless. The most the authorities could do was offer suggestions so that you could keep yourself safe: lock your doors, shut your windows, notify trusted friends or family members of your location, don’t walk alone, carry a self-defense tool like pepper spray, an alarm, or a whistle, stay within crowds, et cetera.

You had managed to convince yourself that this situation wasn’t so bad. It could be worse. But then wasn’t it already terrible enough? Weren’t you already terrified of leaving your house to run simple errands that were mere minutes from your neighborhood? And all of this because some person believed themselves entitled to your privacy.

Madness reached new heights when a pristine, leather-bound diary found itself snuggled within your mail like a maggot boring into flesh. You knew it was going to be bad the minute you opened it and leafed through its pages, but you weren’t expecting to be overwhelmed with so much rotten disgust and horror the more you read on. Every entry began with a date, the weather, and a description of what you had been wearing that day. Most entries were mild and almost innocently romantic if you could ignore the context, simply detailing how much this person adored you and how you were always out of reach. But not for long because, according to them, they would soon have you.

Other entries were not nearly as sweet. There was filth of all kinds strewn throughout—promises and vows inscribed within, each telling you of all the things your stalker wished to do to you. They wrote of the dreams they had of you—dreams in which the both of you were together forever and that there would be no need to fret over life’s daily inconveniences because your stalker would take care of everything. You weren’t sure if they truly loved you as they claimed in their flowery, poetic prose because you would turn a few pages and find depraved lust scrawled throughout.

One page had been written in blood. In fact, it was the final page in the journal. A single ominous line had been shakily streaked in crimson that had since dried: Wait for me, mon amour.

Like hell you were going to wait.

You had received the diary yesterday, and you had intended to deliver it as soon the police station opened its doors that following morning. This was a huge piece of evidence. Now you had handwriting samples that could be used for comparisons! Perhaps you’d finally be able to end this nightmare. 

Your shadow caught up to you in the early hours of dawn, overtaking you completely, and you were swallowed whole.

Which now brings you to the present, where you wake clad in just your bra and panties, gagged, and bound against a metal pole—you think you’re in someone’s basement—and mirrors of all shapes and sizes surround you, showcasing your frightened expression from different angles. Beyond that, photographs are pasted to stone walls and strung up on clotheslines. You can't see most of them because of the poor lighting, but deep in your heart you know you’re the subject of each picture.

If you could vomit, you would. But you swallow the the urge to do so, not very partial to the idea of acidic bile soaking into the cloth that’s tied around your head and stuffed into your mouth. Instead, you struggle against your bindings with the hope that you might be able to break free.

A door opens from above. You halt your frantic movements and crane your neck towards the staircase, where a figure descends slowly, one careful step at a time, and your heart leaps into your throat. You can’t see them in the darkness, but you know they’re in the room with you, watching from where they stand like a predator observing prey.

Gloved fingers curl around one of the mirrors—a dated chunk of carved mahogany on wheels—and then brilliant eyes peek through the sliver of space, so vividly green you find yourself looking into a forest with no end in sight. You inhale a series of panicked breaths, pressing yourself against the metal pole as if you intend to sink into it, but it does nothing to soothe your electrified nerves.

“Aah, mon amour, there is beauty in patience, yet it is the heart-wrenching pain of separation that leaves me yearning so...” The person—you now know it’s a man from his deep intonation—steps past the circle of mirrors into the light, bathed in sickly hues of pale yellow, and he presses his hand to his forehead, emulating a dramatic pose of woe. “In the months leading up to this precious moment, I had caught myself wishing the most grotesque things! But what is true love if not the grotesque and the glorious all at once?”

He kneels down to your height and you jerk away so fast that your head knocks into the pole. The man smiles at you, perfectly white teeth aligned and set into a perfectly pale face. He’s handsome, but in this crisp light he is a portrait of the most devilish fiend. His hand cups your face, holding it so fondly, and he eyes you with nothing but the purest admiration. 

“I had thought that, if I couldn’t wait just one more month, I’d find a way to crawl inside you so that I may make a home within your lungs, listen to the melodies your heart would sing for me, and breathe the very blood that rushes through your veins. I had thought, foolishly so, that that might fulfill my desire to have you. But alas! Even in death, as beautiful as you would most certainly be, I would be left without your voice, your life, your little heartbeats... And those are treasures I would never dream of forsaking just to quell impatient urges. Therefore, I waited for you, ma chérie. Waited until you were ready.”

You know you’re crying when he swipes your tears away with his thumb, cooing at you as if you’re a particularly lonesome child in need of attention. But what else can you do in this moment? You’re trapped, and he’s won. 

The man rises to his feet and spreads his arms to gesture at the many mirrors that surround you in one fluid sweeping motion. “And to think you would call such perfect anatomy flawed! You are beautiful in every way, at every angle, down to the cellular level. These mirrors display the truth you cannot yet see, mon amour.”

You’ve never known insanity before, but you’re almost certain you’re staring him in the face. And he looks right back, ill with infatuation. 

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook hunt x reader #yandere rook #yandere rook x reader #lunar love hotel 2023

[lothiriel84]

The Serenity of Her Countenance

Mr and Mrs Bingley visit Pemberley. The Darcys do their utmost to restore the happiness of a most beloved sister.

A Pride and Prejudice ficlet. Aroace spectrum!Darcy, alloromantic asexual!Jane.

Jane knew well enough they couldn’t defer their visit without causing her sister to worry; still, she held very little hope of said sister failing to notice the unprecedented awkwardness between husband and wife, regardless of their combined efforts to act as if nothing of importance had happened.

Therefore, she was not at all surprised when Elizabeth promptly stole her away with the excuse of showing her the newly refurbished nursery, and all but demanded to be told the exact nature of their disagreement.

“Oh, Lizzy,” she cried out, her hands instinctively cradling her belly full of child. “I have been such a fool, and I don’t have the slightest idea how to go about fixing my mistake.”

“Whatever it is, I am sure it cannot be all that bad,” her sister gently encouraged her, guiding her to sit on the nearest chair. “And I can scarcely credit you, of all people, for sharing all the blame in this matter.”

“You don’t know what I did!” she shook her head vehemently, feeling her agitation increasing by the moment. “Charles has been nothing but the kindest, most devoted of husbands, and it was unpardonable of me to give him reason to regret his choice of bride.”

Her sister frowned a little, searching her gaze for a long moment. “Jane, last time we visited you, even Fitzwilliam could not help but remark upon how much in love with one another you both looked. What could possibly have happened to change that in such a short period of time?”

Jane hid her face in her hands, and it took her a considerable effort to continue speaking. “I never meant to hurt Charles’ feelings, I swear it. Only, I didn’t consider how my words would affect him, and now he thinks me indifferent, when there is no one in this world I love more than him.”

She only realised she had started crying when she felt her sister’s arms around her, and she went willingly, burying her face into her shoulder. “Oh, Lizzy, if only I could make him understand!”

“Jane, dearest, I feel sure it is all a misunderstanding,” Elizabeth attempted to console her, her hand patting ineffectually at her back. “Though I wish you would tell me exactly what happened to cause such misery to you and your husband alike.”

Accepting her sister’s handkerchief, she went about drying her cheeks, and did her utmost to compose herself. “I’m sorry, I ought to have started from the beginning. You see, Charles was away on business for a fortnight last month, and upon his return – well, you know how it is – and I don’t know what possessed him to ask, afterwards, but I didn’t think too much of it, and I told him the truth – that is, I wouldn’t mind being prevented from sharing a bed with him, so long as I still had his company and his love, and – oh, Lizzy, I had never seen him so devastated in all the months of our acquaintance! He could scarcely bring himself to do so much as touch my hand after that, and there seems to be nothing I can say or do to put his mind to rest. You have no idea how much I wish those words unsaid, and I have been regretting my thoughtlessness ever since.”

Her sister pressed her hands to hers, and appeared to be struggling with her thoughts for a considerable amount of time. “Jane, is he – that is to say, did Charles ever – do something to you that you weren’t comfortable with?”

“No! How could you even entertain such a thought, Lizzie? He’s the gentlest of men, and always so considerate to my every wish.”

“But you do not enjoy his bed?”

Jane opened her mouth to reply, considered, then shook her head somewhat helplessly. “I do not not enjoy it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It is not, as I feel sure you know well enough.”

A rather uncomfortable thought started dawning on her, and while under any other circumstance she would have considered it the height of impropriety to even dare to think about asking, she could not see how to go about mending the rift between herself and her dearest husband without seeking some clarity on the entire issue in the first place. “Lizzy, I know it is not at all seemly, but – oh, I hardly know how to put it – I was led to believe that it was only natural for a lady to be reluctant when it came to fulfilling her marital duties, and that it was the husband’s lot to derive all the pleasure there was to be found in the marriage bed.”

“Oh, my dear Jane, let me assure you, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I don’t wish to be indelicate, but – well, Charles might be inexperienced in such matters, but with the proper encouragement, I’m sure he will be more than willing to learn how best to please you.”

Jane felt herself blushing quite spectacularly, and the heat in the room felt almost intolerable all of a sudden. “I didn’t mean to say – oh, believe me, Lizzy, I do not wish for that at all. I am perfectly happy for him to seek my bed as often as he pleases, but if he were to stop altogether, I cannot see myself regretting his decision. I had no idea that other ladies could be – eager, I suppose, for their husband’s attentions; otherwise, I would have been more mindful of Charles’ expectations on the matter. My – indifference in regard to our marital duties has nothing to do with the love I feel for him, and I wish I knew how to let him see as much.”

Wrung out from the necessity to lay out her innermost feelings in such a way, she welcomed the comfort of her beloved sister’s embrace, and let herself be reassured that all manner of things would be well, eventually. Charles did love her, after all.

.

.

Fitzwilliam Darcy paused just outside the door to the library, and took a fortifying breath to steady his nerves. If he found himself unable to deny his wife anything as a rule, that was doubly true now that she was with child; still, he could not help but wish that his services weren’t needed on such a delicate matter, and one regarding both his closest friend and his wife’s most beloved sister on top of that.

Still, he was scarcely a man to put off an unpleasant duty, and he consciously straightened his posture as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

“Mrs Bingley,” he acknowledged his sister-in-law with a slight bow, and moved to take the seat opposite hers. If anything, she looked even more acutely uncomfortable than he felt, which prompted him to overcome the worst of his embarrassment at broaching such a private topic with her. “I assure you I have no intention of further meddling with your – and my friend’s – happiness, but as Elizabeth appears to think I could be of some assistance in your current plight, I could hardly deny her the attempt.”

“Mr Darcy, I am so sorry that you felt compelled to – I told Lizzy this was anything but appropriate, but she simply wouldn’t listen. And I daresay Charles would be mortified if ever he were to learn of us discussing – oh, it doesn’t even bear thinking.”

“As a matter of fact, Mrs Bingley, he was the one who sought my confidence as soon as you and Elizabeth left the room the other day,” he gently interrupted her, his hand rising in a placating gesture. “And for all that I would never break his confidence, my wife seems to believe me the most qualified to offer you some – advice, on the matter.”

From what he could tell, his sister-in-law was all but praying the floor would open up and swallow her whole. He couldn’t say his own feelings at the moment were all that dissimilar from hers, either.

“Please, call me Jane,” she stated at length, her voice barely above a whisper. “We are brother and sister, after all. And I can assure I am not so much in want of advice as I am in need of a friend who might reassure Charles as to the depth of my love and devotion for him.”

“I will address you by your Christian name on the condition that you do the same for me. As for reassuring my friend of your continued devotion, I already attempted as much, but I’m inclined to agree with Elizabeth – he might better be persuaded if we were to clear up the exact nature of your own feelings first.”

He saw her blanch at that, and was powerless to do anything but lend her his arm as she struggled to her feet. “You still believe me indifferent to your friend?”

“Not at all, Mrs Bingley – Jane. I was merely attempting to indicate the way you feel about certain – um, activities – which are par for the course once one enters the married state.”

He felt sure that the high colour of his cheeks matched hers by now, yet did his best not to shrink away from her honest gaze. “Oh, I will never forgive myself for allowing my sister to put you in such an uncomfortable position, Sir. What she believed to achieve, I honestly have no idea.”

“I feel like I do,” he forced himself to reply, and was relieved when she allowed him to help her back to her chair. “You see, Elizabeth thinks you and I might have something in common, and from what little she was willing to share of your confidences, I feel inclined to believe her to be correct, on the whole.”

“Whatever can you mean, Mr Darcy,” she  paused, bit her lip, then added, “Fitzwilliam,” almost as an afterthought.

“I haven’t told anyone except Elizabeth – my family probably surmised something close to it, but most of them were wide off the mark – but the truth of the matter is, I had never experienced any desire for closeness or any sort of intimacy with a woman before meeting your sister. Nor have I experienced it ever since outside our marriage bed – if you pardon my indelicacy – and while I wish to flatter myself of it being a reflection of the rectitude of my character, I am given to believe that is not at all common among the gentlemen of my acquaintance.”

Jane was looking intently at him now, and seemed to be considering his words to the best of her understanding. “Do you mean to say you were never in love, or that you merely did not – oh, how is one to put it without offending – wish for their, well, favours, if I may?”

“Both. I had never once fancied myself in love before meeting your sister, and I found it most surprising when I first realised that not only I loved her, but I also – let me be frank for a moment here – desired her, as a man desires a woman.”

His sister-in-law sighed, and shook her head somewhat ruefully. “I am very grateful for your confidences, Mr – Fitzwilliam, I mean to say – but it pains me to admit that while I had in fact fancied myself in love once, long before meeting Charles, I never did experience the sort of – feelings that my sister assures me a wife is wont to feel in regard to her husband. And while I merely put it down to the difference of sensibilities between the sexes, I am now led to believe it to be a deficiency of my own character.”

“Mrs – Jane. Would you agree with my cousins’ belief that I was somewhat deficient for finding the mere thought of lying with a woman a most uncomfortable prospect?”

“Not at all, Sir!” she exclaimed. “I think it does you credit that you only wish to lie with your own wife, and I would still say that regardless of whether or not said wife was my own sister.”

“As I said, it is hardly to my own credit when I have never felt any desire to do otherwise. I would say there is much more honour for a man to resist any untoward desire he might feel for other women, out of love and respect for his own bride.”

Jane appeared lost in thought for a moment, her right hand resting protectively on her rounded stomach. “And where is the honour in a wife being remiss in the desire she ought to feel for her husband?”

“I wouldn’t say that has anything to do with honour. So long as both parties agree on,” he faltered momentarily, had to all but force himself to press on, “the degree of intimacy they are both comfortable with, and they are perhaps willing to meet each other halfway, I cannot see any reasonable obstacle to them having a long and happy marriage.”

“Oh, if only Charles could bring himself to see it this way!” she couldn’t seem to stop herself from crying out.

“Should you give me your permission, Madam, I shall endeavour to explain all of this to my friend presently,” he offered, prompted by a genuine desire to be of service to her – not only in deference to his wife’s affections for a most beloved sister, but as he was starting to see her as the closest thing to a kindred spirit he had ever had the good fortune of encountering.

His sister-in-law hesitated, her gaze suddenly drawn to a spot of the floor close to her feet. “I could never ask that of you, Sir.”

“You need not to. I am offering of my own free will. After all, I am still to pay my penance for the unpardonable way I separated you from my friend at the beginning of your acquaintance. This might go a small way towards atoning for my past sins.”

“Do not say so, Fitzwilliam! Didn’t Charles and I repeatedly tell you you’re forgiven, and you need not dwell upon it anymore?”

He smiled, and shook his head. “Nevertheless. Do I have your permission, Jane?”

“Only if you think you could bear it – I wouldn’t wish you to feel compelled to disclose your private feelings all over again, and before your friend of all people, just for my sake.”

“It is no trouble at all, Madam,” he promptly assured her, and stood to help her from her chair. His sister-in-law turned her once-more-serene gaze on him, and let him escort her back to the music room where both his and her sister were eagerly waiting for the benefit of her company.   

#Pride and Prejudice #Jane Bennet #Elizabeth Bennet #Mr Darcy #Elizabeth/Darcy #Jane/Bingley #aromantic spectrum #asexual spectrum #aroace spectrum headcanon #asexual character #I wrote a thing #Pride and Aroace-spec (collection)

[lord-kiwi-the-wizard]

The Trees

The collosal being podded along slowly with his smaller companion through the sparce grassy woods. His companions hat so pointy and long it could take his eye out, even at his hight.

He couldn't help but remark the weather up there.

"It's windy today."

"As it often is around here."

Maglor stopped to examine a large oak tree. One possibly older than the world, or at least as it is now.

"There is a Sad fate in trees filbert. Wouldn't you agree?"

"How so master?"

Maglor placed his hand on the tree and closed his eyes. As he spoke, his voice seemingly coming from elsewhere entirely.

"From the moment a tree begins to grow from sprout and seed it is locked in an eternal competition against itself. Spending every cycle of it's life outdoing itself or dying. For you see, only the outermost ring of a trees trunk is alive. Along with it's branches and roots. And yet that very centre, it's cold dead core that is nothing more than bone to it is so coveted by mortals like you. You do not seek the trees death, nor it's destruction. Although few prove me wrong. You seek that Which the tree not only no longer needs but what is inevitably killing it. Without the need to outgrow it's last ring, it may not need to try as hard as it must to escape it's fate."

William Filbert the Green was a wizard of balance and the way of green. Their very house icon is that of a grand oak so William knew much about trees. But even this antitote from his master perplexed him.

"How do you mean master?"

"The tree must out do itself, time after time. Growing bigger, taller deeper and wider. A fate that will eventually end in it's demise. You humans are lucky you are so mortal as you are. You do not know how to grow rings."

"I wouldn't mind being immortal like you master."

Maglor turned to his young apprentice, bending down to his hight. His green eyes glowing faintly, slightly illuminating his brown beard in the shadow of the sun.

"Didn't you tell me yesterday... You said something you wish was never said?"

Filbert furrowed his brow and lowered his gaze from his master's intimidating face. "Yes master. I spoke of my father. When he left with the others to fight the dragons, I told him that I hoped he died and never returned. I never truely ment it master. I just..."

Pausing to search his feelings for the right words, "I was so angry that he would leave us. Mother and I alone... And now-"

Maglor placed a finger on Williams lips to quite him. And rose back to his full height.

"You regret the actions you took years ago young wizard. You will, in time, amass many more. And until you learn to set those regrets in the past were they belong.

Like this tree.

You will lose your sanity in the eons that follow."

Filbert looked at his master, who was staring longingly at the tree like it was an old friend.

"Do you have any regrets master?

"yes. Only one. And it is my only wish that it be made right."

The pair walked along silently, listening to the sound of insects, fairy's and o so quite trees

#lorecraft: tales from drakken #the trees #new writing tech

[tellllaura]

The Braver of Two

There is nothing harder then not knowing how to come up to you. God never says anything Like a metaphor unsaid on my lips Like a cigarette burning down my throat. He wanted you greatly. Does it count losing to Eternity? How to apprehend my subconsciousness to be able to approach the light of your consciousness? Forgive me my child for not having the reach of your vision. You will hear my love. Don’t worry, I’m learning to climb up to your heights. You will wait for me, I know. You were always Braver of Two. 

This poem of sorrow, imperfect, unfinished, I write every minute, every day. What a wasted time every time I wake and get to sleep without you, pray to God you will come into my dreams. He said, you are around even I can’t see you. You just laid off your dress of skin. Are you this little star I forsee in my sleep. Only reason I wake up every day is a dream of being closer to you. Do I need to know more to be able to hug you? I will give up this life to come up to you. My dearest, my sorrow will continue till my life ends, as my love for you is certificate to Heaven. As each day is a table cloth my mother decorated, on which we’ve never finished a supper. My days are ode for you for all and every day you lived in this world. For I don’t know better world you already know. Who has the power leaving me to yearn looking for your smile on our pictures, The moment I begin coming up to you to tell me Stay? Who is the God to leave me sound and vision similar to yours? Nobody is alike you. My illusion and my grief, my destiny cycle, which I have to breathe to be worth your gold. My dream mothered you. You died in my dream. It was hard to bring you in this world, Devastating news that you are sick, It was a short happiness that you are cured. Always dread and wishing for you to see and to know more. The Day of my darkest dark, of Mine greatest fear came. My dearest love, in that moment I dread, It was a day of your second awaking. Mine unseen. Beyond is a more beautiful place then here Here is nothing new. There is a divine. We always meet our most dreadful fear. Death was mine. First time we met he wanted to tell me, I won’t now, I will come tomorrow. I never wanted to tell you a story about death, I believed it won’t now, it won’t us, it won’t you. Like a child, like You. In last moment, I knew You passed in a peace, asleep. Beside me. It was a little comfort To leave you untouched, in a piece of dream. You were always The Braver of Two. I did not endure but You were a child. I beg you now my love, Don’t be disturbed by my grief and my tears on your divine road. For, in my life now you are alive more then ever, and forever. I am sorry my dearest, I must follow on looking upon your future, onto Sweet longing cramps of first love, A first time you feel the zest of victory, First time of a godlike when bringing a child, First time when you sense the happiness of adult love. Please forgive me my child, I will search for you all my life, For you lead me … in this rhythm of Universe. 

by mama, 16 August 2007

#Dedicated to Laura #Laura mama #telllaura #Laura Batic #laurabatic

[survey--s]

316.

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week?: No, I’ve been asleep before midnight but I keep waking up at like 5am and then I can’t get back to sleep for some reason.

What was on the last sandwich you had?: I don’t remember - I’m weird and I’m not really a huge fan of sandwiches.

What does the soap you use smell like?: Honey and vanilla.

Do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags?: Wrapping them as I think it looks nicer, but if something is an awkward shape then I’m guaranteed to get it wrong, lol.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color?: Yeah, blue/grey.

Does anyone you know have their hair bleached?: Probably, but I don’t really pay all that much attention to people’s hair.

When you’re on the phone, do you doodle?: I did when we had a landline, but nowadays I just mess about on the computer.

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank?: My cousins’ granddad was named Frank. He passed away a couple of years ago from heart issues.

Do you own a trenchcoat?: Nope.

Name the hardiest piece of technology you own?: Probably my phone. It’s survived numerous falls with no issues. So has this laptop actually, though the battery life is really bad now.

Have you ever written with a pen that had pink ink?: Sure, all the time when I was a kid.

Do you remember the last thing you took a picture of?: Layla.

From where you’re sitting, can you turn the lights off?: I can turn two of the sets of fairy lights off, yeah.

When was the last time you accidentally slept in?: That never really happens - either my alarm wakes me or I don’t need to get up for anything, in which case any sleep in is on purpose.

Tell me the last thing you searched on the internet?: The name of an actor from Sweeney Todd.

The last argument you had, who started it?: Mike, though it wasn’t really a proper argument, just him moaning and me not having the patience to deal with it, haha.

Do you wear a ring on your left hand middle finger?: No.

Are you currently in a smoking environment?: Nope.

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud?: I’m half singing along to the Sweeney Todd soundtrack at the moment.

If a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back?: Yeah, of course. Around here, not smiling back and saying hello is considered the absolute height of rudeness, haha.

Tell me the current time?: It’s currently 8.33pm.

Are you currently listening to music through earphones?: No, i’m watching Sweeney Todd.

What color shirt are you wearing? Is it your favorite color?: Black and white - and yeah, one of them.

Do you own a pair of rubber boots?: Yeah, two pairs for work and riding.

Have you ever owned a tire swing?: No. I remember a friend of mine had one in her garden when we were growing up and I was always really envious, hahah.

Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk?: No.

What make-up are you wearing currently, if any?: Nothing. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I wore make-up.

Name one thing you are glad you accomplished today?: I worked, did two loads of laundry, washed the dog, cleaned out my car and got all the housework done so I have a totally free weekend ahead of me.

Name one thing you wished you accomplished today but didn’t?: Sleeping until my alarm went off.

Have you ever been afraid to call someone, even if you knew them well?: Yeah, I HATE talking on the phone. I’ll do it now as I kind of have to with my business but I really don’t enjoy it at all.

Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them?: Pretty much, ha. Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends?: I don’t have a circle of friends, all my friends are from various different parts of my life and most of them don’t know each other.

Have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama?: Of course.

Is there anyone you know who wears their hair in pigtails regularly?: I used to a lot - I still do in winter when I wear beanies for work, lol.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile?: No.

Do you have a nervous twitch?: Not as such, but I have lots of nervous habits.

Have you ever taken care of a drunk friend?: Sure, plenty of times.

How about a hungover friend?: I have done a couple of times.

Does the idea of snow-peaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing?: Absolutely. It makes me crave going back to Canada.

Pick any number that has personal significance to you?: Thirteen.

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport?: Not in an airport, but it’s been lost on flights and stuff before. Luckily it turned up both times.

What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport?: It’s grim. I mean, if you’re going to eat what you kill, or sell it and use the profits to live off, knock yourself out, but I can’t get my head around killing another living being just for fun.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you?: Yeah, but I mean, that’s the point lol.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages?: Sure, loads of people.

The last person who texted you, have you ever fought with them?: Nah. Sam is a client lol - well, the daughter of a client, anyway. She was just texting me to make sure I could take the dogs a couple of extra days over August.

How many windows are open on your computer right now?: Just this one, but there are five tabs open on here.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection?: It’s pretty fast considering how rural we are.

Have you ever gone in a sauna?: Yeah, I prefer steam rooms though.

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green?:   Blue or green.

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year?: No, my birthday isn’t until December.

Is there anything you’re saving up for?: Just life, I suppose. Has anyone ever been prejudiced towards you?: Yeah.

Are you taller than most of your friends?: Yes.

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh?: Nobody is coming to mind off the top of my head, no.

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose?: No. I like how you ask this as if that’s a normal thing to have done, lol.

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep?: 48+ hours.

Have you ever been someplace tropical?: Sure.

If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial?: No.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it?: No.

Have you ever baked a pie?: I have, but I’m generally not very good at baking. I don’t have the patience.

What is your favorite social networking site?: Facebook or Instagram.

Who was the last person to call you?: Jade.

Does anyone in your family tell funny stories?: Sure.

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? No.

Is there a war memorial where you live?: Yeah, in the main square.

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars?: One of my cousins fought in Iraq but I’ve never met him.

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom?: It needs re-painting so I’d probably pick a new colour scheme for it.

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you?: Not a stray dog as such, but an off-lead dog out of control.

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle?: In the front, otherwise I get sick.

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride?: Yeah, from Austria to Switzerland. It was both long and boring, lol.

Are you normally a person to tell people off?: No. I hate confrontation. Name an object that most would consider odd that’s special to you?: My teddy bear.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have?: A horse, but the cost is extortionate and honestly I don’t think I have the energy or dedication to care for one everyday.

Do you currently have any bugbites?: Yeah, I got bitten about ten times on my last walk today.

Is where you live on a boulevard, road, street, or avenue?: None of the above.

Is there currently any caffeine in your system?: Probably, but I’m trying to cut down on caffeine before bed.

Look around, are things organized?: Yes.

Is there any TV show that ended that you wish hadn’t?: Nothing is coming to mind right now.

Know what you’re planning to do after this?: I’ll finish watching Sweeney Todd and then probably go to bed and read or something as my back is starting to ache.

#survey #surveys

[mcyt-peach]

first day jitters

*:･ﾟ summary: you wish your first day would be easier, and you wish that boy would stop bothering you when you were trying to work

*:･ﾟ pairing: cc!dream x gn!reader

*:･ﾟ warnings: dream holds something over reader's head (no implied height), reader uses they/them pronouns

*:･ﾟ note: oh my goodness I am so excited to release this I can barely wait!! please let me know if y'all like this and if you have any questions about my writing process or the storyline I'd love to answer them :)

*:･ﾟ series masterlist

For someone hired for the position of "store clerk", you spend an awful lot of time in the warehouse. In fact, despite it only being your first day, you found yourself in the warehouse for the third time in the past hour.

Trying to ignore the stares from other workers and your own awkwardness, you weaved through shelves and boxes, searching for what your manager had requested.

After minutes of reading and rereading labels, you finally found the new shipment of honey and endeavored to pick it up from its shelf. Pulling the box across the metal, you shifted your hands under it and slid the remainder out.

The box began to tip forward and to your horror, you realized it had been left open and all its contents were sliding towards the top.

You were going to get fired. You were going to go down in company history as the one who broke a shipment only hours into your first day. You were going to get reported and screamed at and fired. You were going to be jobless and in debt for the rest of your life...

The box stops moving and you're acutely aware that it’s suddenly gotten much lighter. A second later, you're still waiting for the sounds of shattering glass, but all you hear is a slight wheeze.

"That was a close one, huh?" He's all smiles when you look up, holding the box firmly in his grasp like it weighs nothing. He's tan with a spray of freckles across his face and green eyes that pierce through you.

Oh, he's cute.

"Who let a clutz like you in here?"

Nevermind.

You grimace a polite smile and thank him for catching the box. When you reach out to take it from him, he lifts it higher into the air.

“Ah ah ah. I’m not sure I can trust you with such precious merchandise.” He's still smiling, he must be enjoying this.

Your jaw might as well be on the floor. How rude can someone be in the first minute of meeting them. He must’ve set the record for world’s worst first impression.

He holds the box above his head, even balancing it on one hand just to mock you. He peers over you, almost like he’s itching to start a fight.

No, you weren’t going to start a fight on your first day. You take a deep breath and turn on your heel.

To your dismay, you hear heavy footsteps behind you, picking up their pace to keep up with you.

“Hey, c’mon now, no running away! I haven’t even introduced myself!” His footsteps slow down as he gets closer to you.

You stop at your workstation in the back room and the boy finally puts down that godforsaken box. You drag the box in front of you before he has the chance to take if from you again, busying yourself with opening it and grabbing some labels.

“I’m Dream.” He says the words like they’re obvious. Dream. Really? What kind of name is Dream? Must be some stupid nickname. “This is the part where you say your name.”

You stay silent and hope he loses interest and walks away. There’s a certain glint in his eye that says you made the wrong choice. His face splits into a grin like a predator stalking his prey.

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me your name... I guess that means I can call you whatever I want.”

God you knew where this was going. He was going to call you an insult your middle school bully would’ve used and no one was going to believe you when you said he was a jerk, because why would kind, perfect Dream ever...

“So, cutie, when did you start working here?”

Oh. That’s not what you were expecting. You certainly weren’t expecting the blood rushing to your face either.

You take a moment to compose yourself and hope you don’t stutter when you mumble out a simple, “Today.”

“Oh, so the cutie does know how to talk!” He smiles when you glare at him and pulls a stool up to sit next to you.

“Don’t you have a job to do.” You try and shoo him away, anything so he won’t keep annoying you... flustering you... whatever.

“I’m on break.” He smiles again when you let out a deep sigh.

You turn to face him again and will yourself not to flush under his gaze. “Wouldn’t you rather, like... be eating lunch or something?” Exasperation creeps into your voice when he won’t stop staring at you.

“No. I’m having much more fun with you, cutie.” He lets out a slight wheeze when you groan in response.

Oh well, at least you won't be bored.

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[huneekrispee]

Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

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[becauseicantthinkwritings]

In The Shadow of Your Heart

Dark! Billy Russo x Goddess! Reader

Part 2!

Read part 1 here.

Warnings: Eventual Dub-con, canon-typical violence, mentions of injuries and blood, intentional use of sex pollen, smut (18+), obsessive thoughts and behaviour.

Billy would never say no to you. He decided a long time ago, before he’d ever asked you on a date, maybe even the first time he met you, he decided that he would never say no to his goddess. Even if it got him killed. The courage he had to muster to ask you on a date in the first place was astronomical. Even before his face was fucked up, he didn’t think he deserved you, and he definitely didn’t deserve you now. So, saying yes to you came as easy as breathing to Billy Russo.

Which was how he found himself, perched on the roof of an abandoned building near the old Hydra base in question, freezing his balls off in the autumn chill. You were somewhere closer to the base, searching for a way in. The team consisted of a small group of SHIELD agents, led by Maria Hill herself. Frank was somewhere around, waiting as a backup in case things went south. There was no one better to have watching his back.

“Move in five seconds.” He says, looking through the scope of his gun.

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You respond.

He gulps, fighting the start of a raging erection.

He keeps his focus, knowing that getting distracted means you could get hurt.

“Now.” He says simply.

He watches you move, dressed in an all-black tactical stealth suit. His heart pounds at the memory of seeing you in it for the first time, the way it hugged your body, he'd run the tip of his tongue over the roof of his mouth, fighting the ache for a taste of you. He momentarily imagines tugging down the front zipper of your suit, pushing the fabric aside and melding his mouth to your undoubtedly pretty nipple. He clenches his jaw, his mouth feeling painfully empty.

You meld seamlessly into the shadows, and if he wasn’t completely caught up in you, he might have missed you.

“Stop.” He orders, and he watches you freeze on the spot, holding your breath as two armed men pass by.

“You’re clear.” He follows up when he’s sure you won’t encounter anyone else. You approach the main building and manages to use the overgrown foliage to hide, letting it grow around you to cover you. When you have to get onto the roof, Billy watches you use your powers to help you climb a tree, and then the tree grows a few more feet, to the height of the building so that you can sneak onto the second floor.

“Building’s empty.” He hears you say in confusion, “Whatever we saw… It’s not here…. But something feels strange.”

“Explain.” Comes Maria’s voice through the comms.

“It’s like I can feel the energy, through the walls, maybe a residual thing? Or maybe-“ you hum in thought. “Yes! There’s a stairway leading lower.”

Billy opens his mouth to tell you to be careful out of reflex, but he hesitates because you’re always careful. He also knew you didn’t like people telling you what to do when it wasn’t necessary.

The following silence is more unnerving for Billy than almost everything else.

He knows better than to say anything that may distract you, you may not be able to respond, but as he lies still on the hard rooftop, he really considers asking you not to do these anymore. He knows what you’ll say, something brave about being given gifts that can help people. He doesn’t care about other people, their lives mean nothing to him. Your life though… he wouldn’t be able to live in a world where you ceased to exist. Billy’s shoulders sink. You’d never listen to him, you didn’t feel the same way he felt. He just wished- he wished you needed him as much as he needed you.

He stiffens as he sees a group of heavily armed people making their way into the building.

“Y/N, you have incoming, five people. Armed.”

He waits for any sound of acknowledgement.

He calls your name again. Radio silence.

Maybe you just couldn’t talk, maybe you were hiding.

“Tap the mic twice if you hear me.”

Nothing.

“Stay where you are, Russo.” Hill orders in his ear.

He’s already moving, leaving his heavy sniper rifle behind, but taking the slightly smaller assault rifle from his arsenal. He’s not sure how Maria knows that he’s moving, considering that she’s miles away with no eyes on him.

“I have to make sure she’s okay.” He replies when Maria says his name again.

“Think this through, Lieutenant, she’s capable.”

“We don’t know what she walked into down there. She could have already been captured. It makes sense that one of us go. She must have realized the coms don’t work by now. The fact that she didn’t immediately come back up should tell you everything about how much trouble she’s in. I’m going.” Billy says with finality.

Maria doesn’t protest further as Billy slides down the ladder bolted to the side of the building. He moves quietly, darting in and out of alleyways. He’s made a mental note of where the patrols were when he left his vantage point. He knows the speed they were moving at and the paths they moved in. He times each movement he makes precisely, avoiding any detection.

He pauses at the entrance to the building when he hears the crunching of gravel nearby. He ducks through the first-floor window. He hears movement, and peeks into a hallway to see the five people he scoped earlier standing in a group, facing the wall. One guy reaches up and tugs at the light fixture nearest to him, and the wall at the end of the hallway slides open to reveal a staircase. He watches the group descend, and the wall closes behind them.

Billy explains what he’s seen to Maria in a quiet breath, before moving forward and copying the motions.

The floor beneath is full of grey hallways. He stalks slowly behind the shuffling group of people in front of him, his rifle poised for action at all times.

He breaks away from following the group ahead to branch off and look for you. This place was a labyrinth and he was worried you were lost. He didn’t want to call out for you, who knows how many people were down here.

He peeks into each room he finds, searching for any sign of you.

Heavy footsteps ahead of him make him duck into the first room he can. It’s modeled like an old laboratory, with beakers and other various jars lined up on a wall of shelves on one side of the room.

There’s a wooden sign nailed to the wall, with ‘Project Aphrodite’ carved in.

Billy is momentarily distracted. What kind of experiments would Hydra be running that would include the goddess of love?

His curiosity gets the better of him as he moves deeper into the room. There’s a glass case at the far end, covered under a dusty white tarp. Cautiously, he pushes the tarp up to look at what’s under the glass. It’s a dead plant, some type of shrub, long dead and greying by the looks of it. His eyes glance at the warning label written on the case.

Powerful aphrodisiac. Do not inhale pollen.

 WARNING

Side effects may include: temporary blindness, hypersexuality, hysteria, confusion, tachycardia, fits of rage associated with orgasm denial.

 The first thing he thinks of, is you. He feels like he’s found the answers to his prayers in the form of a small plant. He doesn’t think before he’s ripping the label off the glass case and kicking it somewhere unseen. This way he can say he didn’t know what it was if anyone asks about it. Somewhere in the back of his head, a voice whispers how wrong this is, how vile it is to use something like this to gain your attentions. But he can’t help it. He wants it, he wants you and your green eyes looking at him, touching him, like he’s the only person in the world worth anything. Because that’s what you are to him.

If inhaled or ingested: Seek medical attention, however sexual stimulation is the only known cure.

Billy holds his breath, before opening the case. He picks a few dried seeds from the root of the dead plant and he pockets them.

He may not like himself, but he would still do anything to have you. Billy decides to ponder the morality of the plant later, when he has you safe.

When he closes the glass lid, and replaces the cloth, he searches the room for reports on the experiment. He wants to make sure that whatever it is, that it won’t hurt you. He doubts it could though, with your goddess status.

Before he can even look around, an alarm goes off.

His military training kicks in, he moves to the door, peeking out and listening for any type of movement. He hears the fast, shuffled sounds of running, echoing through the halls, a group of people heading in the direction of the alarm.

He waits a moment till the sound of footsteps fade before stepping out.

Something enters his peripherals at the end of the hallway. He turns suddenly, raising his gun, but stops when he sees it’s you, clutching something to your chest.

“They’re right behind me.” You whisper to him, pushing him back into the room and using your powers to warp the lock so that the door is jammed shut. You both hold your breath as you hear footsteps approach.

“Get behind me.” He murmurs, raising his rifle.

You want to protest, to remind the beautiful man that you could probably withstand a bullet better than him. You don’t have time to argue though, when the handle moves on the door. He tugs you behind his body, and you stay willingly, focusing on keeping the door jammed. To the person on the other side, the door is unlocked, but the door has warped with age and is unable to open. It looks more like natural causes rather than what it actually is... you. The guard tries a couple more times, before giving up and following the direction of the crowd.

Your head is pressed into his back for a moment as you breathe a sigh of relief.

He turns to you. You both speak at the same time.

“Comms don’t work-“

“I can’t get through to-“

You both cut off with a laugh. Heat fills your chest.

“Glad to see you though, Bill. Thanks for coming to get me.” You say, studying him, his dark eyes, filled with focus for the mission, you know you look grimier, having crawled through a bit of dirt and coated with a sheen of sweat from running.

“Anytime.” He says simply, “Come on, we should get out of here.”

You nod and head to the door but stop in your tracks when something calls out to you in the back of your mind.

“You alright?” You hear Billy ask, but your brain is cloudy, barely registering his words.

You look at him, before turning to the back of the room. There’s something emitting a mild glow from a covered case among the lab equipment. The light flickers from below the white cloth, luring you closer.

Billy calls your name twice as you put the object you’ve stolen down on one of the many white countertops. You move, until you’re standing before the large compartment, tugging at the white cloth until it falls to the ground.

You’re amazed to see a beautiful shrub, singing sweetly to you, beckoning you closer. The leaves are dewy and vibrant, you can see the movement of tiny specks of light within the veins and stems of the plant. A bud forming at the top.

“Hello beautiful.” You murmur excitedly, unable to recognize the species of plant. Probably something that’s foreign or long extinct, brought back to life by a combination of your powers, and your excitement at finding Billy.

You reach to open the case.

“It could be poisonous.” Billy interjects, making you pause to look back at him with a little smile.

“I can’t be poisoned Billy, I’m immune.” You pull the case open, keeping your eyes on the gorgeous ex-marine as he stays where he is, “No plant can hurt me.” You say finally, turning back with a wonderous look in your eye.

In the space of your conversation, the flower has bloomed, it glitters and glows like the finest crystal. Your breath is taken by the way it manages to look like a mixture of organic plant material and the finest gems. It looks like some cross between a rose and a peony, although you can see some elements of a lily coming into play.

“It’s stunning Billy, come take a look.”

Billy stays where he is, waiting for the other foot to drop. The pollen probably won’t work on you anyway, and his stomach might have sunk a little with that thought, his one moment of hope, crushed.

You lean forward, wondering what the pretty thing smells like, surely something nectar-sweet and probably delicious.

Without warning, the flower releases a large puff of pollen directly into your face. You let out a cry of distress as the powder goes into your eyes. You rub at it frantically, as you feel another plume hit you in the face. You stumble back, pushing the doors to the glass case closed to prevent any more from getting on you.

Your hip glances off the side of a counter as you stumble away, unable to open your eyes. You can feel the substance soak into your skin as Billy says your name in question. You feel his thumbs as he makes an attempt to wipe the pollen from your face, tears slip from your eyes as the burning starts. You can barely open your eyes for a second without whimpering in pain. Your eyes burn and burn, until your head hurts. You can’t focus on much, but you understand that Billy’s managed to shoot the lock on the door and he presses the little item you stole into your chest before wrapping one arm around you and pulling you out of the room.

Billy keeps you tucked into his side as he guides you out of the room and down several hallways. He keeps an excellent memory of where he is, keeping his gun poised, and you slightly behind him at all times.

“Billy,” you whimper in frustration, the heels of your palms pressed against your eyes.

“What is it, sweetheart? Something wrong?” He asks, not looking at you for too long as he searches for the switch to open the doors.

“ ‘m really dizzy, Bill.” You say in a small voice.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost out, I’ve got you.” He says, tugging on the switch.

As the door cracks, voices fill the coms. He stays quiet for a minute trying to assess what’s happening.

“-buy them a little more time to get out, keep the fire focused there, so that they can get clear.” Comes Maria’s voice.

“We’re getting out now.” Billy says. He hears Hill’s sigh of relief.

“Get to the jet.” She says calmly.

It’s a struggle to have you by his side, unable to see. It has you both at a disadvantage, but thankfully he makes it out of the building and down several roadways before they’re seen.

It really was too much to ask, to make it out unharmed, Billy knew better than to hope for things to be that easy. He switches direction as the group of guards spot him, moving in a random pattern to make it harder to line up a shot.

He has you pinned to his side as the shooting begins. He tries to encourage you to run, but the most he gets out of you is a slow stumble.

He knows he has to find another way out, since asking you to climb in your state is out of the question. He manages to guide you through a small gap in the fence but as he preps to crawl through, he hears a loud shot and then a searing pain in his arm.

He only flinches, turning back to remove the threat before reclaiming you in his hold.

By the time you make it to the jet, he’s mostly pulling you along with his good arm, giving you words of encouragement.

He briefs Maria quickly on the events that unfolded, omitting his involvement in anything nefarious. You go still in his grip and he finally turns to look at you. You’ve moved your hands from in front of your eyes momentarily, blinking as you re-adjust to the dim lights. He notices your eyes are red-rimmed, face wet with tears.

You look up at him with a sniffle. You say his name before you go limp in his arms.

A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN

#in the shadow of your heart #my writings #dark!billy russo #billy russo x female reader #billy russo smut #billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo x reader #the punisher #i hope this was okay

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Cove x MC - One Shot #4 (NSFW 18+ request)

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CONTENT WARNING: NSFW 18+, I wrote this with any kind of MC in mind, so hopefully it fits for you!

The sun was setting on another summer evening. You waded out of the ocean, intentionally a few steps behind Cove to admire the toned muscles on his tan back. He strode out of the water with ease and collapsed onto your colorful knit quilt. Sand clung to your feet as you emerged from the ocean to join him. Cove was on his back, elbows propping up his upper half. His head pointed towards the indigo sky. You paused in front of the blanket, considering how to lower yourself onto it without bringing the sand with you.

Aware of your presence, Cove raised his head and made eye contact with you. His soaked hair swept away from his face and his cheeks were still slightly pink from the sun exposure. His innocent gaze traveled down your body. You stood frozen, struck by the adoration in his ocean eyes. You noticed the color of his cheeks deepen and spread to his ears. His eyes darted away and he stuck out his bottom lip in a small pout.

Cove: How did I not notice that earlier?

You looked down at your own body quizzically, scanning for an abnormality. Oh, there it was. The anklet. You usually took it off before hitting the beach, but it must have slipped your mind earlier. You kicked your decorated foot towards Cove.

Y/N: Notice what? Notice this?

Cove closed his eyes and hummed, trying to hide his amusement. His reaction stirred excitement within you. Your voice was saccharine and dripping with ironic innocence.

Y/N: I swear I didn’t mean to wear it. I forgot to take it off earlier.

Cove: For some reason I don’t believe you.

You lowered your foot and crossed your arms over your chest. Cove peeked his eyes open, relief washing over his face.

Y/N: And I don’t believe that you’re not thrilled to see it on my ankle.

You had him there, and Cove knew it. He motioned for you to join him on the blanket. Your earlier struggle reemerged. Without thinking, you dropped your knees first, then flopped the rest of your body onto the quilt. You landed with an “oof” and Cove cackled at your lack of grace.

Cove: Y/N…

You propped your head onto your hands and kicked your feet upwards towards your rear. The anklet danced enticingly in Cove’s eyeline. This display more than made up for your clumsy blanket landing.

Y/N: Yes, Cove?

Cove decided he had nothing to say. He took your face in his hands and kissed you sensually. You returned the kiss, melting under the shock of his sudden forwardness.

You parted your lips hungrily. You felt the warmth of Cove’s tongue threaten to clash with yours. You thrust your tongue forward daringly. A low moan escaped Cove’s throat. He pushed the kiss deeper and flipped you onto your back.

The kiss broke apart. Cove stared into your eyes, causing your head to spin.

Cove: Can we go?

You nodded, quite aware of his intentions. Cove helped you up and grabbed a corner of the blanket in one hand while holding yours in the other. You walked in silence toward the Holden residence. As you grew closer, Cove’s pace slowed. The light was on inside the house. Mr. Holden was home, and awake. Cove’s tone was dejected and frustrated.

Cove: There is no way we can casually waltz into my room with dad home. No way.

You felt determined to make this happen. You looked over to your house, a beacon of hope. You knew your moms and Liz were home, but the light downstairs was off. You tugged Cove’s arm in the direction of your house.

Y/N: Let’s climb into my room through the window, Cove-style.

Cove: Uhhh, your family is home. Are you sure about this?

Y/N: We’ll be quiet. And the risk is a little exciting, isn’t it?

Cove hesitated, but followed your lead. The risk of detection was higher at your house, so you never got down with Cove in your room. The thought of getting frisky with Cove somewhere new made your blood pump faster. You walked in silent anticipation until you arrived at the scaffolding up to your window.

Y/N: You can drop the blanket there. Give me a boost?

Cove obliged without a word, obviously lost in his own head again. He supported your waist as you climbed. You grimaced and pried open the window slowly, trying to reduce the squeak of the hinges. You stealthily slipped inside and landed on your feet. When you turned around, Cove perched familiarly in the window with a nervous expression.

Y/N: Get in here and close the window.

Cove: Are you going to turn the light on?

You shook your head.

Y/N: Too risky, we’re relying on the romantic moonlight tonight.

Cove did his best to enter gracefully, his height and the darkness working against him. You held your breath until the boy was inside. He closed the window behind him and stood awkwardly in front of you.

Cove blushed, his features barely visible in the soft moonlight. You stepped toward him and tickled your finger under his chin, leading him to your bed. He followed, eyes glued to your inviting lips. You fell backwards onto your bed with a soft thwump. Cove leaned into you, inches away from a kiss, then paused.

Cove: Y/N, we aren't exactly prepared to do anything here, are we?

The vagueness of his wording wasn’t surprising. This wouldn’t be your first time going all the way with Cove, but he was still learning how to speak candidly about it. You squirmed away from Cove and reached into your bedside table drawer. Using one hand, you blindly felt around until you felt the familiar packaging. You produced the condom and presented it to Cove with a shining grin. His mouth fell open and his cheeks grew red.

Cove: Why do you have that? We never… do anything here…

His voice drifted off quietly.

Y/N: Call it wishful thinking.

Cove avoided your gaze, unsatisfied with your answer. You hooked your arms around his neck, the condom still poking between your index and middle finger. In this new position, Cove had to face you head on.

Y/N: I have a gorgeous boyfriend who is almost always half naked. It’s not absurd to be prepared.

Cove chuckled sheepishly at that response. He took the condom from your fingers and peeled one corner. He placed the half opened package on the edge of your bedside table for easy access when the time was right. Cove faced you again, ready to devote his undivided attention to you.

Cove: I have one more concern.

You raised one eyebrow, indicating you wanted Cove to continue. He hesitated, searching his mind for the right words to use. He caressed your cheek while he thought. Finally, he settled on something.

Cove: You’re uh— loud.

You felt your face burning up with embarrassment, but you couldn’t argue. You clenched your jaw, trying to think of a retort. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across your face. You grabbed the hand still caressing your cheek and guided his fingers to your lips.

Y/N: Why don’t you put these to use.

Your voice came out low and husky. That was enough to set off Cove. He lunged at your lips with his. The kiss felt intoxicating. You entangled your fingers in Cove’s damp seafoam locks. He ran his warm hands up and down your torso and chest. His right hand lingered for a moment on your hip, then traced down your leg. Lips still connected, he grabbed your adorned ankle and lifted it towards his shoulder.

Cove pulled back from the kiss. You almost didn’t recognize the passionate hunger in his eyes, but a familiarly pensive look crossed his flushed face. Calculating his next move was causing a bit of inner turmoil. You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The feeling traveled downward within you.

Cove loosened his grip on your ankle and turned his face to it. He gently pecked around the ankle with small kisses and bites. You shuddered at the sensation. You felt a heightened sense of vulnerability with your legs spread and exposed to Cove. He pressed his crotch forward into yours as he traced his tongue from your ankle up your leg. You felt his hardness twitch against your crotch. His tongue trailed and broke off before it reached your knee.

Cove lowered your leg and released it as he leaned in to kiss you again. His hands toyed with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms and you allowed him to remove them. Now completely naked, you wanted Cove on the same page. You curved your fingers into the hem of his swim trunks and helped lower them. He stood up to kick them off entirely. You scrambled to sit up straight, you wanted to use this opportunity to shift the position. Cove noticed your sudden movement and became concerned.

Cove: Is everything okay, Y/N?

You nodded coquettishly and beckoned for Cove with your finger. His erection grew as he scanned you with lust burgeoning within.

Y/N: Get back here, you.

Cove rested his knee on the bed and prepared to loom above you, but you shifted your weight and pinned him to the bed. His head landed on your pillow and his eyes widened. You situated yourself on top, straddling your legs on either side of him. The reality of the situation weighed down on his mind. There was nothing between your bodies.

Cove’s face was burning red, but he didn’t break eye contact. His unusual boldness only turned you on more. You pressed your body closer to his and teased your lips above his. His hands gripped your hips and threatened to move lower. You moved closer to his ear and spoke in a low whisper before running your tongue down his lobe.

Y/N: Go lower, I dare you.

Cove whimpered and allowed his hands to move onto your ass. He squeezed hard and spread your cheeks. Your body tingled and you managed to stifle a moan by biting your lip. He bucked his hips forward, grinding your crotches together. You ran your hands over his defined pecs and pinched his nipples.

You felt about ready to burst and could tell Cove was equally tantalized. He instinctively reached for the condom and removed it from the packaging. You sat back to allow him room to slip it on. Cove’s warm hands caressed your thighs and coaxed you forward.

You held his gaze as you lowered yourself onto his erect penis. His bright eyes widened, then closed as he felt you wrap around him. He parted his lips, allowing his next words to barely escape.

Cove: Y/N, fuck…

Curse words and Cove rarely mixed, but when they did you felt it in your bones. You stabilized yourself by resting your palms on Cove’s toned abdomen. Using this position for leverage, you lifted yourself, then came back down. Cove’s eyes shut tight and his lip quivered. You gradually increased the pace, keeping an eye on Cove’s reaction.

Cove's eyes lidded heavily, his mouth agape with small gasps. You felt the warmth of his hands crawling up your torso and across your chest. One hand remained groping your chest while the other moved upward to caress your face. He took one of your nipples between his fingers and pinched. You couldn’t contain the pleasured moan that escaped from your mouth.

Cove furrowed his brows and huffed. He continued working your nipple, but his other hand drew closer to your mouth. His thumb traced the outline of your lips. He eyed you carefully, anticipating your next move. You parted your lips and used your tongue to tease Cove’s thumb into your mouth. Testing the waters, he pinched your nipple harder. You bit down gently on the tip of his thumb and moaned. The sound was sufficiently stifled by Cove’s thumb.

Suddenly, he pulled back and held your hips firmly in place.

Y/N: Cove?

Cove controlled his breathing, but his flushed face betrayed his true feelings. Flustered and teetering on the edge, he whispered.

Cove: Could you lie on your back?

You eased off of him and scooted backwards. Cove sat up and pushed you flat against the bed. He aligned himself in front of you and hiked your legs upward to hang your legs on each of his shoulders. One hand twirled your anklet while the other anchored onto your hip bone.

Cove inserted himself into you again, exhaling a low rumbling groan. He began thrusting, gently but firmly. Your body felt hot. Your skin was throbbing with passion and damp with sweat. You wanted more.

Y/N: Cove— hhhf. Haa— harder.

Your thirst imbued Cove with confidence. He leaned forward to kiss you, still draped by your legs. You spread your arms above your head and gripped the mattress, bracing yourself. He dug his hands into your hair and pulled.

His thrusts became more powerful and deliberate. You moaned deeply into his mouth. The new position created a tightness around Cove’s dick that drove him mad. He began to fondle you externally to match your climax to his.

You peered through your hazy vision into Cove’s focused expression. Your eyes met in a moment of passion and bliss, sending each other over the edge.

Cove: Y/N— I’m, fuck… Are you—

You felt the familiar throbbing of Cove finishing within you, which fueled your own climax. Cove’s mouth was on yours before you could cry out, muffling your inevitable moan. Your body shuddered with waves of electric pleasure.

Cove separated himself from you and pulled out. He flopped onto the bed next to you, hand resting on his pounding chest. You nuzzled into him, embracing the heat and dampness of his skin.

Y/N: So that was amazing.

Coming down from the high of orgasm, Cove fell into thought. You propped yourself on one elbow to analyze his expression. His eyes were half-lidded and watery. The trademark blush was exactly where it belonged. The gentle smile on his lips parted to speak.

Cove: I love you, Y/N. I think about that a lot. You know that. But moments like this make me feel so much closer to you.

He paused to gauge your reaction. You nodded to let him continue.

Cove: You’re incredibly special, and I’m so lucky that you were⁠— er, are patient with me. And that’s all I have to say on the matter...

Cove became aware of his words and grew quieter. You chuckled at his sudden self-consciousness.

Y/N: My big softie. I love you, Cove.

Cove’s eyes crinkled adorably with his grin. He wrapped you in a big hug and brought your head to his chest. You listened to his rhythmic heartbeat while he stroked your hair. The anklet-driven evening came to a satisfying end.

#our life #our life: beginnings & always #our life beginnings & always #cove #writing #my writing #gb patch games #gb patch #fanfic #fandom #fanwork #oc #self insert #mc #romance #cove holden x reader #cove holden x mc #cove holden #one shot #otome game #request #lgbt

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✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: attempt murder (???). Jealous, borderline crazy fangirls. Hospital. Injury. Blood. Slurs

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

More than a time, things went out of control–not only because of us, but others could be held responsible for it too.

You couldn’t always keep everything under your command–that is life and you understand that aspect very well. The perfect scenario planned in your head will always be interrupted by something–nothing is called ‘run smoothly’ all the time in this world.

That’s why you always tried to prepare–still with that, sometimes things went out of your control league. No, it’s not because of you–factors from the third party successfully caught you off-guard, however you tried to settle everything down as best as you could.

Except this.

“Quit being the manager. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“And how many times do I need to let you know that it won’t happen.”

Intimidation of Oikawa’s fangirls–they never did it in the light of the day because they had it done via underground and dirty ways. One of them was cornering you.

“You disgust me.” She gritted her teeth. “Really that thirsty for attention, huh, whore?”

You held your head high. “I should be the one saying that.”

“Why you-!”

“Wait, Mako-!”

The next thing you knew, your feet didn’t touch the ground anymore–everything flashed, but at the same time fell into slow motion in your head. Your head went blank before it was immediately dragged back to reality by excoriating pain hammered onto your body.

Opening your eyes–you didn’t even know when you closed them–the world was blurry, the first thing in your line of sight were stairs. All you heard was intense ringing in your eardrums, failing to comprehend anything went through your hearings.

“What did you do!? This isn’t the part of the plan!”

“You’re a murderer! I can’t believe this!”

“I-It was an accident!”

“I don’t want to be involve!”

“S-someone call an ambulance!!“

Everything hurts.

                                                        ✎ . . . .

Oikawa goofed around most of the time, however there are times he discarded that personality and turned into someone who could be mistaken as someone else or another person possessing him.

You weren’t back from filling the water bottles for quite some time and the team started to get dehydrated. So, as a captain, he went to fetch you–already arranging a set of teasing complete with its plan B if somehow all of them failed.

He was ready to teased the heck out of you, he was ready to annoyed you with the most recent useless gossip he managed to hear during class, he was ready to be smacked on the back because you’re so done with his antics.

But, he was never ready to see you lying on the ground at the bottom of the stairs motionless–small splatters of red visible beside your head.

He swore he lost several beats of his heart from the view. And everything went blur for him–running in extremely fast pace his brain failed to comprehend fully to every detail.

He remembered screaming so loud the team could hear him from the gym.

He remembered rushing towards you, harshly fell onto his knees–trying his best to pick you up into his arms from the floor gently even though his hands trembling greatly.

He remembered the sticky and wet sensation on his palm once he placed a hand on your head–when he pulled back, thick crimson color decorated.

Iwaizumi was the one who answered to his desperate screaming for help–borderline of panic and hysteric. Once he arrived, he could hear blood roaring in his ears and his mind blanking for a few seconds. The precious few seconds he could use to call an ambulance or screaming for the coach instead of being frozen on the spot–eyes widening in horror.

Hanamaki joined the screaming parade almost automatically–panic drenched him instantly when his eyes found your battered form in Oikawa’s arms. The captain had tears running down his cheeks and he swore he felt the same. But he welcomed the panic, because it grounded him to reality and went to his captain–asking questions. Is it for his sanity or Oikawa’s he didn’t know.

Matsukawa had to lean onto the wall–somehow, his legs lost their strength to keep him standing. He even had to punch the wall as hard as he could–no, it wasn’t because he’s angry, it’s because he needed the pain to assure himself that this was indeed reality. Even if he knew it was real, his mind was still trying to deny the truth.

If Matsukawa leaned onto the wall, then Yahaba slumped to the ground once he witnessed the horrifying scene. He couldn’t move an inch–as if his body was chained to the ground. He couldn’t even tell if he was breathing or not–his mind went white without anything present. Trembling heavily on the ground, he could hear his ears ringing–blocking Hanamaki and Oikawa’s screams.

Watari instantly put a hand upon his mouth–if he didn’t, his lunch would be out of his stomach from the intense paranoia and panic crashing onto him. With shaking hands, he snatched his phone from his pocket–pressing the emergency call button in order to seek for medical help.

Kyotani was no better than Iwaizumi or Matsukawa. The boy was rooted to the ground, eyes widening. He knew he need to do something, anything to get this sort immediately. The sooner you got help, the better it will be. However, no matter how he screamed to his own mind, his body wouldn’t move an inch.

Kindaichi was instantly by your side. His body and mind didn’t synchronize–he couldn’t hear what he said, all he felt was his lips moving however all he heard was the beating of his heart trying to wrench its way out of his chest. His mind supplied him with endless questions–how on earth did this happen? Who did it? Why?

Kunimi almost retched on the spot–seeing thick red line running from your head to your chin was enough to nearly forced itself to be emptied. His breath went out of control–his mind was consumed in panic, his brain was numbed by shock, his body felt as if there were mountains holding it down.

Coach Irihata barked at the medical team to immediately take you to the hospital–not minding anything about practice at the moment. Coach Mizoguchi tried his best to ground the other boys, giving his shoulder to lean on.

Thankfully, after hospital and several detailed vital check-ups, you didn’t appear to receive heavy concussion. Still, you had to suffer a mild one because the height wasn’t something you would laugh about. The doctor listed everything–bruises, light sprain on your left leg, gratefully none of broken bones, absence from school for at least a week.

The team never failed to give you a visit almost every day after practice–the coaches even went with them for the sake of seeing you. They brought along sweets and small gifts to wish you well (and you never thought Kyotani would give you a bouquet of fresh irises, he’s really thoughtful).

While they put up a façade as if nothing happened, truthfully they flipped the school upside down. The Coach Irihata reported the incident to the principal, demanding a throughout search for the culprit. At first they deemed it was some sort of accident, however if you were to fall from the stairs from tripping you would at least protected your head and conscious–thus calling someone for help via phone or else.

Fortunately, someone heard some girls talking about the incident the other day–something in line about ‘what should they do?’, ‘what if Otohaku reported them?’. The team didn’t want to question you, seeing how you trembled slightly after Coach Mizoguchi asked gently of what’s truly happening.

They immediately reported it to the volleyball team, although promising to keep their name anonymous because they didn’t want to be involve.

If the three girls went unscratched from the volleyball team’s confrontation physically, it would leave a huge scar mentally. Well, would it be a prank if tall boys suddenly barged into your classroom to slap a hand upon your desk? Their looks were nothing less than menacing.

At the end, the culprits blubbered out an apology–even as far as kneeling on the ground from Oikawa’s glowering stare. He felt a sickening satisfaction from the view–though he hoped he could make her pay more for hurting you out of ugly jealousy.

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[obxsummer]

Loss of You // Pope Heyward

Pope Heyward x Routledge!Reader

summary: you had been in love with pope since you could remember, always pining and keeping him close. being forced to see him with girl after girl, you finally give up and pope has to suffer the consequences of your broken heart.

warnings: angst, cursing, reader is v sad not gonna lie

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Pope was the worst person when it came to catching hints. He was painfully oblivious and everyone knew, but it hurt you the most. You had been in love with Pope for as long as you could remember, and you hadn’t told anyone in fear of it ruining your friendship. You really wanted to be with him, but if you said anything, you didn’t want him to be with you out of guilt.

The Pogues were throwing a kegger, which was usual for them. You were seated next to JJ with a red solo cup in your hand as you watched people add to the crowd. “Big one this time, yeah J?” You asked as you nudged the boy’s leg with your foot.

JJ’s attention was on you instantly. “Oh, for sure. It’s probably your cute face that brought them here.” You shoved his shoulder lightly before flipping him off. You and JJ had always had a good relationship, but you couldn’t even tell him about Pope without the fear of him spoiling it for you.

The one person you maybe had a shot at telling was your brother, John B. He wasn’t the best secret keeper around, but he was loyal to you and your wishes as his little sister. He was always looking out for you whether you knew it or not. He was nowhere to be seen at the kegger at the moment, but he somehow always had eyes on you.

“So,” JJ turned his attention back to you once he had bored the girl he was talking to enough for her to go away. “When are you gonna tell Pope you like him?”

You choked on the drink in your mouth. “What the fuck, JJ?” You asked once you stopped coughing.

He shrugged innocently. “Look, it’s so obvious. You always look at him like he makes the sun rise every morning. I don’t know how he hasn’t picked up on it yet.”

You groaned and pressed the palms of your hands against your eyes. “JJ,” You huffed before looking over him. “You can’t say anything to him.”

He held his hands up in defense. “Y/N, I’m not gonna tell him shit, okay? You really should though, I would find it hard to believe he isn’t obsessed with you too.” You both searched the crowd for said boy only to come up empty handed. “Seriously, Y/N. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this.”

You huffed when you finally caught sight of Pope. He had an arm up against the trunk of a tree, cornering a girl who was smiling while talking to him. Your head fell against JJ’s shoulder as you bit your tongue to keep the tears from pooling in your eyes. He followed your gaze after a second, arm coming to wrap around your back as he pulled you closer. “Shit, Y/N… I-”

“J, it’s okay, I promise. I knew it was too good to be true.”

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It was hard to say that wasn’t the last time seeing Pope with another girl broke your heart. JJ had been there every second of it, watching your face fall each time until it just stopped falling completely and stayed that way. You were much quieter, clinging to your friends tightly when you all went out. It was like the outgoing personality you had disappeared along with Pope.

John B noticed first, Kie not too far behind. For once, though, Pope was minding his own business and moving about like nothing was wrong. Your friends were worried. You had never been through a big heartbreak, mainly just flings here and there if at all, but breaking up with someone you never dated was like mourning someone who died that you never got to say goodbye to.

“Y/N/N, you alright?” Your brother asked as he sat next to you on the concrete wall you were moping on. It seemed to be the only thing you did lately, feel pity for yourself. John B didn’t blame you, in fact, he wanted you to feel every emotion you could so you could process it, feel it, and recover safely.

You shook your head, finally admitting to your brother that not everything was okay. “I um… It’s really hard, JB, seeing someone you love with someone else when you feel like they should be with you. A-And I know it’s not Pope’s fault, I can’t blame him for not liking me, but it just hurts.”

Your brother pulled you into his side, his arm resting around your shoulders as he did his best to comfort you. “Look, bubba. I know you really like Pope, and I’m sorry you have to sit here and watch him act this way, but I want you to know that it’s okay to be upset. You’re allowed to be hurting, but I promise you, there is no reason for anyone not to like you. You’re the best girl I know, Y/N, and I’m your brother so clearly that’s saying something.”

John B always did his best to get a laugh out of you when you were sad. You let out a small scoff, tucking your head into your brother’s shoulder as he rubbed your arm. It felt nice to have someone comfort you, tell you it’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. You had gone in circles since you first heard Pope talk about taking someone on a date. You could only blame yourself, you didn’t exactly make a move either, but it felt too risky to put Pope’s friendship with everyone else on the line.

“Y/N, everything okay?” A shiver went down your spine at the familiar voice intruding your moment with John B. You sat up straighter, your brother’s hand falling from your arm before he gave you a reassuring rub on the head and stepped away to give you some space.

Once your brother disappeared from view, you looked up at the boy standing in front of you. “What do you want, Pope?” You asked, not sheltering him from the frustration in your tone.

He looked taken back at the hostility. “Whoa, are you mad or something?”

“Am I mad?” You repeated as you stood up to your full height, taking Pope head on. You had to do this now or you probably never would. “Yeah, Pope, I am really mad, and it’s not even your fault.”

“What does that mean?”

You groaned, mad at yourself that you had let things get like this between the two of you. “I loved you, okay? I loved you so much, and I never told you because I was worried things would change for us and our friends. I sat here and I watched you go with all these girls and make dates and I didn’t say a word. That’s my fault and I’m sorry, but right now, I cannot act like everything’s okay when it’s not. I’m not asking you to fix anything, I just need time and I need space.”

Pope was staring at you, mouth opened wide in shock as he tried to comprehend everything you just tossed at him. He shook his head slightly to clear the blur in his mind. “You… you loved me? Past tense, as in not right now?”

You glared at him. “Out of all I said, that’s what you grasped?”

“Yes, that’s what I grasped!” Pope tossed his hands about wildly. He was so confused. For once in his life, he had no idea what was going on. “Y/N…” He trailed off and shook his head slowly.

“Don’t look at me like that,” You snapped as you dropped your gaze to your knees.

“Like what?”

“Like you love me,” You finished, looking up to glare at him. Your chest was tight and you knew you’d end up crying to JB again later since you finally confronted the problem head on. “I’m moving through this on my own, processing and just… we’ll be back to normal eventually, Pope. I promise. I just need time.”

You didn’t give him room to reply as you stalked off, hands tucked in JJ’s hoodie that you’d been wearing. Pope stared at you as you walked, his own heart breaking as he realized exactly what he had done, what he had been doing. He always thought you were interested in JJ, never him. He distracted himself with other people, other things to do, so he didn’t have to watch the two of you interact in a way that made him hurt. It was now though, that Pope realized he had been hurting you all along, and he never realized it. He sank down on the wall you had been occupying and placed his head in his hands.

Now, it was his turn to grieve someone he never had.

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[pinkteapotwriting]

Sub James and sub reader with dom Sirium and dom Remus.

The doms are out and come home to see James and reader fucking without them!

Two subs together and then a punishment from the two doms!

Also. Love your writing.

This is my first ever request!

Marauders x fem!reader

Yes this is everything thank you so much for this request. I’m honored to fulfill your first one you absolute doll <3

Warning : Smut minors dni, sub!reader, sub!james, slight pet play, degradation and spanking

Word count : 2088

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James’s cock was throbbing, completely pulsating with desire and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it off his mind. He couldn’t get off at all actually, at least not without permission. Remus and Sirius ran a tight ship, and he knew he’d have to wait until they got home. But they were going to be much longer, and even if he could wait, they’d probably tease him for hours being in this state, just laugh at him while he begged. No. He needed his desire satiated right now. He wandered down the hall to find the shared bedroom to search for you, who had also been left behind while Remus and Sirius were off doing god knows what. 

He peered in to find you reading a book on the large king size bed. Looking oh so inviting in Sirius’s t-shirt paired with your shortest sleeping shorts. He watched as you chewed on the end of your thumb absentmindedly, wishing your lips would be doing something else. He crawled up on the bed beside you and spooned in behind as close as he could get. You wiggled back into him to get comfy, and acknowledge him at the same time. But to your great surprise he whined softly behind you. You closed your book and turned so you were chest to chest, creating more torturous friction for your bespeckled boy. 

“Jamie what’s wrong?”

He just whined again and instead of explaining himself he rolled over you, resituating it so he was on top of you between your legs rubbing against you, while kissing your neck. You just giggled, despite the instant feeling of pleasure of him rubbing against your clothed clit.

“Okay okay, I think I get it now, but we can’t. Remmy and Siri didn’t give us permission and they’ll get mad.”

You were much better at following the rules, but it was easy for James to get you into trouble. Tears, literal tears were forming in his eyes as he continued to grind into you, burying his face in your chest.

“Please, please y/n need it so bad. Need you so bad. It hurts, I know they could get mad but I can’t wait any longer it hurts. Please.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and rubbed his hair soothingly.

“Okay Jamie, it’s okay. We have to be quick though so they don’t find out, alright? Come on baby lie down for me and let me help.”

He was relieved as he flopped on his back, hopefully Sirius and Remus would be gone away long enough.

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“Y/N? James, we’re home!” 

Remus was shedding his coat, eager to find you two so he could get some relaxation.

“Puppy? Prongs? Come on, we brought you something.”

Sirius’s eyes furrowed in confusion. Normally you two would rush down to meet them, this was odd. 

“Come on Pads, maybe they’re just napping and can’t hear us.” 

As they got closer and closer to the bedroom the answer became much more clear. They paused outside the door and shared a look, both expressions reflecting the features of anger, of dissatisfaction. Between the sound of the creaking bed, your whines were barely audible, while James sounded like he was getting the fucking of his life. And when they opened the door that’s exactly what they found. 

Both of you being completely naked, James was over top of you missionary style, resting on his forearms, biting your shoulder, pounding into you like he’d never get to make you feel good again. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands in his hair, gripping it like gravity would stop working, pulling you away into the room’s atmosphere of desire and elation. 

That atmosphere however, quickly turned into a different one, of tension, nervousness and guilt, when you both heard Sirius clear his throat. You both scrambled and pushed away from each other, but the damage was done. You two were in for it now. The worst part was Remus’s neutral face, his cold eyes. Sirius was the first to break the silence.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

 You were sitting up now, but James was lying face down, hiding his shame against your thighs. You tried to coax him out, scratched lightly at his scalp, knowing if he kept this up he’d make the punishment worse.

“It’s alright Jamie, why don’t you just show them.”

He lifted himself and moved to the edge of the bed, now displaying his aching cock, with an angry red tip that was dripping precum as you all spoke. It was clear he hadn’t come yet, but was very very close. He swallowed thick as Remus knelt before him, terrified at what was about to come. Remus’s pointer finger drew a feather light straight line against James’s swollen member. James couldn’t take the dreadful silence anymore.

“Moony I’m sorry, it’s my fault. It hurt so much so I made Y/N feel bad so she could make it go away. I was desperate, just wanted it to go away, I’m sorry.”

Remus smiled a little before rising to his full height. If James was blubbering now, this was going to be a long night.

“James, we both know you’re not supposed to touch things that aren’t yours, right?”

“Right.”

“See, that’s the thing. You were being greedy and selfish. Touching what didn’t belong to you. Touching me and Sirius’s puppy. Such a needy slut, couldn’t even wait and when Pads and I were only out to bring  you and Y/N a present.”

James looked at Sirius (who had his arms crossed and jaw clenched) then back up at Remus.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, but you will be.”

You were playing with your fingers nervously, mentally preparing yourself for your punishment as Sirius approached you. Your jaw was placed between Sirius’s thumb and fingers, pulling you closer to his lips, but instead he moved past your face to your ear.

“You’re supposed to be a good puppy, for me and Remus’s pleasure. Not for your own and certainly not for James. That clear pup?”

You nodded as much as his fierce grip would allow.

“Good, now lie down on Jamsie’s lap.”

As soon as he released you, you quickly did as you were told, shaking with anticipation as both Remus and Sirius undressed completely. You could feel James’s cock throb against you, it being pressed upright between your hip and his stomach.

Sirius joined you so he was beside James, your head close to his lap. While Remus was on the opposite side rubbing and kneading your ass. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock bubs, while Remmy spanks your ass okay?”

You stuck out your tongue and opened your mouth wide for him so he could angle himself and slip past your lips.

“Moony how many swats?”

“15, only cause I wanna see her squirm while your dick is in her mouth.”

“Okay bubs, 15 hits and you’re done. 15 swats and you get to be our good puppy again. James you count. This alright love?”

You bobbed down on his dick in response. 

“There’s the good girl we trained so well.”

Smack. “O-one.” “Two.”

At first it seemed like you were the only one being punished, but at closer inspection one could tell that with every jolt you made, James was right there with you. Because every movement reminded him of how over sensitive he was as your hip brushed against his length.

Smack “T-te”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re so pathetic, Y/N is being such a good girl for us and you can’t even handle her being spanked. If Y/N wasn’t being so obedient I’d make you restart. We’re at ten.”

You just hummed around Sirius as the rest of your punishment ensued, feeling like you got off pretty easy. Not that you would tell them that. James on the other hand, well, poor James. He looked at you longingly, wanting it to be his throat that Sirius was cumming down. Sirius held your cheek in his palm so he could soothe it with his thumb before running it along your bottom lip.

“Such a good pup sucking my cock so well. Need you to do something else yeah.”

You just looked up at him and nodded, peering up at him with your doe eyes. He groaned at the look of innocence you could portray so easily before taking your hand and turning you towards Remus. He pulled you in for a kiss, holding you tight as you melted into him. You were immediately interrupted by James’s needy whines, so reluctantly, Remus pulled away. 

“You’re eager to be punished now, are you James? Alright then, move to the middle of the bed and lie on your back, now.”

As he did what he was told Remus guided you to straddle his waist.

“Okay Puppy you can sit on his cock, but no moving understand?”

“Yes Remmy.”

James through his head back in frustration as you sank down on him. 

“Please, please I’ve learned my lesson please.”

You stayed rooted, not exactly eager to piss off your boys again, while Remus stood off to the side of the bed with his hand guiding Sirius up and down on his cock, staring with nothing but malcontent. James cried some more, tears rolling down his cheeks, heavier than before.

“Please it hurts please!”

Your eyebrows knit together in pity. You did everything you could to soothe him but it was no use. You would stroke his face, pepper kisses across his face, rub his chest, but the only thing you could to solve the problem was the one thing you weren’t allowed to do. 

“It’s alright Jamie, it’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, risking punishment again as your heart broke wiping away his tears.

“Remmy, Siri, please let him cum. He didn’t mean to, it was hurting him please. He knows he’s yours he’s learned his lesson. Isn’t that right Jamie?”

Remus gripped Sirius’s hair tighter, fucking his throat with vigor as he got closer to gis own release.

“Alright pup you know what to do.” You started moving up and down on him as he thrust up desperately into you. “Tell me James, who do you belong to?”

“Y-you Moony. You and padfoot.”

“Good boy, you can cum now come on, do it with me.”

Sirius’s mouth and your pussy were painted white simultaneously not much later. James’s face finally relaxed, thrilled he finally was relieved of the torturous tension. That was until Sirius cut in.

“Puppy, Remus didn’t say you could stop did he? Keep going.” 

Sirius moved to hold down James’s chest as he writhed underneath you 

“Pads no it’s too much, it’s too much.” 

“Y/N was so nice to beg to let you cum and now you won’t return the favor? You really are a selfish whore.”

Remus approached James from the other side and slipped his middle and pointer finger past his lips.

“There, that’ll shut him up. Keep going bubs you’re doing so good.”

With his other hand he reached to thumb your clit, letting out the prettiest noise Sirius and Remus had ever heard.

“It’s okay Jamie, m’close, so close. Can I cum. Please?”

Remus circled his thumb faster.

“Go ahead darling make a mess.”

You really didn’t understand how James had waited so long. It didn’t matter anymore though as you pulled out and collapsed against his chest. But Sirius was pulling you off of James completely while Remus soothed James.

“It’s alright Prongs, you can be our good boy again. Here, let’s show you what we bought.”

You and James sat against the headboard as Remus and Sirius each handed you a little box. When you opened them you found two matching delicate chains, the kind with a horizontal rectangle in the middle. But the best part was seeing the engraved initials S.B. and R.L. on the pendant.

“It’s so pretty can you put it on for me Siri?”

Sirius grinned at your excitement while clipping the necklace in the back, while Remus did the same for James. Sirius was kissing up and down the side of your neck, wanting to provide extra proof of who you belonged to while Remus fondled the pendant on James, appreciating the color choice against his flushed skin.

“There we go, now it’ll be a lot harder to forget who you belong to now huh.”

And you would never want to.

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[lord-kiwi-the-wizard]

The Trees

The collosal being podded along slowly with his smaller companion through the space grassy woods. His companions hat so pointy and long it could take his eye out, even at his hight. He couldn't help but remark the weather up there.

"It's windy today."

"As it often is around here."

Maglor stopped to examine a large oak tree. One possibly older than the world, or at least as it is now. "There is a Sad fate in trees filbert. Wouldn't you agree?"

"How so master?" Maglor placed his hand on the tree and closed his eyes. As he spoke, his voice seemingly coming from elsewhere entirely.

"From the moment a tree begins to grow from sprout and seed it is locked in an eternal competition against itself. Spending every cycle of it's life outdoing itself or dying. You see, Only the outermost ring of a trees trunk is alive. Along with it's branches and roots. And yet that very centre, it's cold dead core that is nothing more than bone to it is so covited by mortals like you. You do not seek the trees death, nor it's destruction. Although few prove me wrong. You seek that Which the tree not only no longer needs but what is inevitably killing it. Without the need to outgrow it's last ring, it may not need to try as hard as it must.

William Filbert the Green was a wizard of balance and the way of green. Their very house icon is that of a grand oak so William knew much about trees. But even this antitote from his master perplexed him. "How do you mean master?"

"The tree must out do itself, time after time. Growing bigger, taller deeper and wider. A fate that will eventually end in it's demise. You humans are lucky you are so mortal as you are. You do not know how to grow rings."

"I wouldn't mind being immortal like you master."

Maglor turned to his young apprentice, bending down to his hight. His green eyes glowing faintly, slightly illuminating his brown beard in the shadow of the sun. "Didn't you tell me yesterday... You said something you wish was never said?"

Filbert furrowed his brow and lowered his gaze from his master's intimidating face. "Yes master. I spoke of my father. When he left with the others to fight the dragons, I told him that I hoped he died and never returned. I never truely ment it master. I just..." Pausing to search his feelings for the right words, "I was so angry that he would leave us. Mother and I alone... And now-"

Maglor placed a finger on Williams lips to quite him. And rose back to his full height. "You regret the actions you took years ago young wizard. You will, in time, amass many more. And until you learn to set those regrets in the past were they belong. Like this tree. You will lose your sanity in the eons that follow."

Filbert looked at his master, who was staring longingly at the tree like it was an old friend. "Do you have any regrets master?

"yes. Only one. And it is my only wish that it be made right."

The pair walked along silently, listening to the sound of inscects, fairy's and o so quite trees.

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