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sturncrazy · 4 months

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SPLASH

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUT nsfw 18+(um lang, y/n receiving, unprotected, cream pie —assume ur on bc—-semi public/sneaky, nothing too crazy)

authors note: AW ITS KINDA CUTE GUYS. here’s the other matty poo idea i had since y’all seem to eat him up always hehe.

summary: you join some of your friends on a trip to get over a breakup and end up having a heart to heart talk during a late night swim with matt….but talkings not all you end up doing…

word count: 3,431w

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“hey y/n get your suit on! we’re gonna swim!” nick said, peering in through your half opened door.

“mkay” you nodded back, forcing a smile. it’d been a split second decision to force yourself to join your friends on this trip. Nick had suggested you come to try and get your mind off of things. you and your boyfriend had broken up only 2 weeks ago, after you found him cheating on you. it’d been a long time coming and had almost never been a good relationship, but a breakup is a breakup and you were still reeling from it. you pulled out a stringy bikini, then threw an oversized t shirt on top. the house you were staying at was large and out in the middle of nowhere. the pool was a significant distance behind the house which gave it a cool secluded feel during the day, but at night the walk alone was a little eerie. you fears washed away though as you got close enough to see your friends splashing around and their laughter became audible, only lit by the purple pools lights. it brought a smile to your face and you felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while. you and your friends hung around together for a couple hours, getting late into the night when chris decided he was hungry and needed a snack. the nearest convenience store was about 20 minutes away and would be closing soon so chris and the 3 of others decided to do a junk food run, leaving just you and matt. matt had been your friend since 7th grade, but the two of you hadn’t gotten to hang out as much in the last year cause he made your ex so nervous. he was always convinced you had feelings for matt. at one point he might’ve not been wrong, but you’d never tell a soul that.

“ok last chance guys! you want anything?” nick shouted as the others ran back towards the house.

“skittles!” said matt

“oo can you get me some twizzlers?”

“yup!” nick said running off

“think he listened?” matt said wading through the water to the edge where you were sitting, dangling your feet in.

“oh definitely not” you laughed

“you should come in the water! it’s really warm”

“but then when i get back out i’ll be cold” the outside air had dropped enough to feel the slightest of chill of fall.

“so? you can borrow my sweater if you want” said matt sweetly, always a gentleman

“come on! have some fun!” he teased splashing only enough to spray a few droplets on your thighs. you could never say no to him. you stood up and pulled your tshirt over your head. matt looked up at you, his mouth slightly ajar, before he quickly glanced away. you figured he’d zoned out. you cannonballed in, intentionally hitting matt with a wave of water.

“asshole” he laughed, splashing you as you came back up for air. you grinned at him and shook the wet hair out of your eyes and paddled to sit on the pools steps. matt joined and sat next to you. he leaned his arms against the the pools edge, the water only coming up to his mid stomach. you stole a glance at his toned torso and arms, tattoos glistening from the water. his eyes darted back to yours and he gave you a half smile.

“hey, you been okay? i didn’t wanna pry, but i head about the breakup” he said with concern

“oh…yeah. i’m okay i guess” you sighed

“he’s a real dick, y/n. i mean really. such an asshole. i wanted to kill him” you snorted

“you and me both” matt was on a roll in his rant and barely seemed to notice your comment

“i mean he has some fucking nerve treating you like that. you deserve like the best of the best and the fact that he didn’t didn’t see that—“

“aww matt” a warm fuzzy feeling spread over your skin at his words. he snapped back into remembering your presence and gave you a bashful look.

“i just think you deserve someone who treats you right. so good riddance to him” he said, splashing at an invisible presence off in the distance, trying to play cool. it was an adorably dorky move.

“thank you, matty” you said softly. he paused, and looked you intensely in the eyes.

“yeah always” he breathed out. the tension hung thickly in the night air. you turned your face away from his, hoping it would dissipate.

“and not that it matters, but i remember back in middle school when everyone was playing truth or dare, all the girls made fun of him for being a bad kisser” matt said, attempting to lighten the mood. it worked and you let out a laugh.

“yeah trust me, kissing wasn’t the only thing he was bad at”

“oooooo really” matt said grimacing. you nodded and dramatically shivered at the thought.

“yeah, honestly, don’t think there was a single time i wasn’t on top doing all the work. he’d sorta just lie there…like a corpse. and y’know…second he was done that was that. maybe 2 minutes each time.” matt’s jaw dropped

“whaaaat” you laughed as you glanced at your hands under the water, feeling nervous about talking about this with matt.

“that’s crazy. half the fun of sex watching the other person enjoy it” you felt your face flush as you raised your eyebrows at him

“what?” he chuckled back at your surprise

“nothing, i’ve just never heard you talk like that before” matt rolled his eyes playfully

“yeah well much to your surprise i have had sex before, y/n”

“well i know that…”

“just didn’t think i’d be good at it” he cut you off, teasingly. your face turned from flush to beat red, making you thankful for the dim lighting.

“hey, i wouldn’t be one to judge” you shrugged out, suddenly feeling painfully aware of your lack in experience.

“what do you mean?” matt questioned

“just…he was the only person i ever…y’know” you sheepishly avoided the words.

“had sex with?” matt filled in for you. you nodded and scrunched your face. he studied you for a minute.

“so you’ve never had good sex?” he asked, quietly. you felt so exposed you might as well have been naked.

“‘guess not” you mumbled avoiding is unwavering gaze.

“have to wait around for the next boy” you snickered to yourself

“isn’t that a bit of a gamble?”

“well what are my other options i mean youre the only guy i know who probably any good at sex—“ matt’s eyes widened. you slapped your hand over your mouth, panic beginning to settle in.

“oh my god—sorry—i—that came out wrong—i didn’t mean like you and me—like you need to show me—shit” matt just continued to look at you, his eyes burning holes into your skull. you buried your face in your pruning hands.

“well, why not” matt rasped out. you peaked through your fingers at him, his expression looked blank, but his chest rose rapidly, nervously. you dropped you hands.

“what” you almost whispered. he took a steadying breath.

“i said why not.” you tried to breath, but no air seemed to be available.

“what do you mean” matt gnawed at his lip before speaking again.

“i mean that you deserve to only feel amazing and i don’t want you to go around experimenting with more assholes and—“

“matt, i’m not gonna let you have pity sex with me” you scoffed out, embarrassment itching your whole body.

“that’s not what i meant y/n” he said in a hushed voice. you continued to babble over him.

“i mean i know you’re the nicest guy ever, but come on even you have to know you don’t have to fuck me to protect me from other bad guys—“

“i dont want you to fuck other guys at all” he sounded exasperated. you gave him a lost look. he exhaled, looking up at the sky for invisible answers.

“you don’t?” he looked back into your eyes, you felt like your heart could melt.

“of course not, y/n” your heart raced.

“okay” he furrowed his brow

“okay what?”

“okay yeah— i mean let’s—“ you inhaled, pulling yourself together and met his gazed

“i want you to show me” his chest rattled again.

“yeah?” he breathed out. you nodded, rapidly. he moved closer to you, your faces now inches apart. his eyes darted down to your lips. he smiled, and looked back up into yours, as one hand gently wrapped around your waist.

“okay” he rasped out as he brushed his nose against yours. he seemed to revel in the tension between you, before bringing his soft warm lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, but still delicate. it sent electricity through your chest and down to your fingertips. he brought his other hand up to your check and jaw, molding your faces together even more. matt pulledl his lips away from yours momentarily to whisper out

“you can touch me, y/n” you only then realized your arms had been cluelessly frozen by your sides. you eagerly brought them up around matt’s neck, immediately changing the tone of the kissing to something much more heated. he let out a sharp breath into your mouth before moving to come between your legs, both hands now grasping your waist. he pulled you closer and you wrapped your legs around his body, gripping into his hair. he let out a small groan against your lips and squeezed at your flesh in his hands. you sighed out at the feeling, opening your mouth against his which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. your mouths locked together perfectly, as your hands begin to move from his hair to explore his chest, your fingertips roaming the skin of his body you’d only ever dreamed of getting to touch. you lowered your nails to just beneath his bellybutton, which elicited a genuine moan from him. you smiled against his mouth

“where did you learn that” he grumbled

“i have have a couple tricks” you said coly

“oh yeah?” he said between soft quick kisses

“so do i” he bit down lightly on your bottom lip, pulling with his teeth as he brought your hips up against his. you whined feeling him press against your bikini bottoms. he chuckled at your pathetic reaction and pushed your hair back from your neck. he lowered his lips down to the sensitive newly exposed skin and began to sloppily kiss a trail from your jaw to your collarbone, then began sucking and biting at your flesh.

“fuck” you moaned out, your eyes rolling back. you grasped at his taught upper arms.

“you like that?” he groaned against your skin, setting it ablaze with vibrations.

“yes” you sighed out, bucking your hips slightly against his, desperate for more than just the grazing pressure of him standing against you. he seemed to understand your every need and hooked his fingers through the flimsy ties of your bikini and pulled you harshly against him. you felt a hardness in his shorts pressing against your core and your mouth practically watered. his hands trailed back up your body and to your back where your top tied together.

“this okay” you nodded and pulled him back in against your mouth, not wanting to waste a moment for words away from his lips. he expertly untied the knots and slipped the clinging wet fabric of your chest, leaving your boobs exposed to the outside air. he tossed the fabric on the ground behind you as he looked down at your heaving chest.

“god” he groaned out, his eyes widening as he brought his hands to your boobs and pawed at the the soft flesh. he ran his thumbs delicately across your nipples watching you, as you tossed your head back in a moan. he slipped his hands behind your back again, bringing your bare skin flush against his

“you’re so beautiful” he huffed against your lips. you began to rock yourself back and forth against his blatantly obvious hard on, desperate to build some friction. he wrapped one arm around your thigh and lifted you up to the top dry step of the pool, completely taking you out of the water except for your calves. matt lowered himself down to his knees a few steps bellow you, and began to kiss your knees and inner thighs. your legs quivered, as your core ached for attention. his wide blue eyes looked up at you, his mouth only inches away from where you needed him most, as his fingers hooked to the sides of your swimsuit.

“can i?” he mumbled against your skin.

“please” you whined out. he pulled at the loose bows, undoing the flimsy cover easily. you lifted your hips for him to slide the fabric from between your legs. he parted your legs with his hands, his pupils dilating to blackness as he took in the sight of you entirely exposed.

“so perfect” he sighed almost in a trance

“matt—“ you whined desperate and impatient. he looked back up at you with a half smile

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you feel so good” his words alone could’ve made you come undone. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he brought his warm wet mouth against your aching clit. he gently kissed at the bundle of nerves, making you thrust your hips up against his face hungry for more. he responded by beginning to drag his tongue in painfully slow circles around your clit.

“oh god—matt-“ you cried out, your fingers latching into his hair for support. he groaned against your sensitive bud.

“y’taste so good” your thighs squeezed his face as he began to move his tongue faster, flicking it it circles around your clit.

“oh fuck— that feels so good—“ you exhaled. one of his arms loosed it’s grip

as he brought his fingertips down to meet your folds. he broke his tongue away from your clit and rested his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh as his watched his own fingers drag up and down your dripping folds. you whined in torture and he brought his pointer and middle finger to your entrance pressing small torturous pulses against it, but not entering or giving you the fullness you needed. you were a mess at his touch, whining, moaning, and thrashing around, but he seemed to savor every minute of watching you. finally, he slipped his finger into your core and you cried out at the feeling.

“so pretty” he whispered again before starting to pump his digits in and out of you over and over, his fingers curving up expertly. the tension in your stomach began to form almost immediately. matt needed no clues in knowing what you needed and lowered his tongue back to your clit. your walls began to pulse around his fingers. you knew you were close.

“oh god—matt-i—“ you began to stutter out

“good girl. cum for me” he cooed. you fell apart with his permission and came undone. your legs stuttered as your high began to end and matt slipped his fingers out of you. he lifted himself back up to your level, leaning against the ledge behind you and kissing you again.

“see how good you taste” he said against your lips

“matt” you giggled slightly shocked against him, starting to close your legs. his grip latched back down on your thighs, stopping you.

“oh i’m not done with you yet” he growled through a slight smile, as he hoisted you up into the air. your wrapped your legs around him, as he carried you away from the pool to a nearby lounge chair. he laid you down on your back and climbed on top of you, between your legs. he pressed his still covered crotch against your exposed vulnerable entrance. you hissed, still sensitive from your recent orgasm. he stopped and pulled back from you

“you okay?”

“yes just sensitive” you let out a breathy laugh

“do you want to stop” the overwhelming look of concern in his eyes was adorable

“are you kidding me?” you said, wrapping your legs around him tightly, bringing him back down on top of you.

“thank god” he exhaled. you laughed as you began to kiss him again, rolling your hips up against him. he whimpered. you dragged your fingernails up his back and dug in slightly at his shoulders. he groaned again. the sound of him wanting you was enough to make you desperate all over. you continued to run your fingernails down his chest and to his waistband, snapping the elastic against his skin slightly. his stomach tensing at the feeling.

“take these off, matty” you whined.

“whatever you want” he pulled off from you and stood to the side, sliding off the shorts.

his rock hard dick sprung out free from the fabric and slapped against his stomach. your jaw opened slightly as your eyes took in the impressive size of him in front of you.

“what?” he chuckled

“youre so big” you said in genuine awe

“fuck you don’t know what you’re doing to me” he said, climbing back on top of you and needily yanking your legs up around him. the tip of his hard member rubbed against your clit as he continued to grind his hips against yours through your makeout.

“matt—“ you whined again, needing more.

“you sure you want to do this?” he asked looking into your eyes.

“yes matt—i want you so bad” you moaned to him

“fuck i’m all yours, baby” he said kissing you again, as he began to align himself with your entrance. he pushed himself inside you slowly and shuddered against you once he was all the way deep into your core. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the extreme stretch before beginning to slowly thrust in and out and in and out of your pussy. the stretch and fullness of him made you cry out sounds like you’d never made before.

“fuck you feel so good. such a perfect tight little pussy” he huffed out between his calculated thrusts.

“oh god matt”

“taking me so well baby” he cooed

“shitt-feel so good inside me, matty”

“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, huh baby?” he breathed against your ear, burying his head into your neck.

“so fucking much—oh god yes—faster”

“okay beautiful” he began to pick up the pace of his steady thrusts and you thought you’d see stars. each thrust of his dick equally hard and timed out as he slammed against your g spot. you clawed at his back desperately, which only seemed to encourage him to pick up his pace to an impossibly faster speed. you slurred out curses in between pornographic moans as your mind became a total blur. you could feel your second orgasm approaching.

“OHHH FUCK MATT YES”

“fuck you sound so good moaning my name like that y/n”

“MATT OH GOD IM GONNA”

“you gonna cum for me again, baby?”

“YES OH MY FUCK”

“be a good girl and cum all over my dick” your eyes blurred with tears of pleasure as your ears buzzed and your second orgasm took control of your body. matt let out an uneven moan as your walls rapidly pulsed around his cock.

“fuck—squeezing me so good—shit—i’m close—“

“mmmm” was all you managed to moan in response as he began to trust into you wildly and unsteadyily

“oh my fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“cum matt—i wanna feel you cum” you panted

“OHH MY OH FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM NGHH IM CUMMING” the groaned out as he halted his thrusts deep inside you, shooting hot white ropes of his release into your throbbing core. he collapsed breathless on top of you. after a moment matt pulled himself off your chest and propped himself up by his forearms.

“have any fun?” he asked sheepishly

“are you KIDDING ME? holy SHIT” you said in total honestly

“not half bad right?” he laughed, reaching for his shorts.

“unreal” he handed you his sweater and leaned back down to kiss you again, but pulled away abruptly

“sorry—was that weird? i don’t wanna make you feel pressured—“ you wrapped your arms around his neck shutting him up with another kiss

“good luck if you think your getting away from me now”

“i wouldn’t dream of it”

—————————————————————————live for sweet matt smut always 🫶

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imaginesandsmut · 9 months

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Jealous - Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem reader

Summary: After a movie night at your place, Kate gets jealous of how friendly and close one of your friends’ is to you. She gets jealous and decides to show you that you belong to her

Warnings: straight up porn with a sprinkle of a plot

Writers note: This was a request and I love lesbian recs so keep them coming. I will do a part 2 to So Good (my Ethan Landry fic) so dw, it's coming. Thank you ya'll xx

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I turn my cheer music up

And I'm puffing my chest

I'm getting red in the face

You can call me obsessed

It's not your fault that they hover

I mean no disrespect

It's my right to be hellish

I still get jealous

Jealous - Nick Jonas

Kate hated you sometimes.

You were so happy and light, everyone wanted to be around you. Kate couldn’t blame them, her girl was the kindest social butterfly anyone has ever seen.

But that means Kate had competition to fight off.

She has been watching you talk to your university friend, Ben, for almost an hour now. It was movie night at your place: You, Kate, Ben and three of your other friends had watched the whole Twilight series.

It was now 11pm and and everyone had gone home, but Ben decided to have another conversation with you at the front door. Kate had been watching you both from the couch, waiting for you to say goodbye and slam the door on his face, but you kept laughing.

Kate felt anger bubble in her chest, there was a part of her that wanted to slam Ben’s head into the doorframe if he didn’t leave in the next five minutes.

“No but seriously!” You laughed, leaning against the open door that you had opened for Ben almost thirty minutes ago. “I swear that professor is out to get me.”

“I’m sure he isn’t.” Ben chucked, his eyes hopeful.

But he could feel Kate's presence, her narrow eyes trained on him as her arms were crossed over her heavy breathing chest. Ben’s eyes darted to where Kate sat then back to you, his nerves growing by the second.

“You’re too nice,” You were ever the oblivious. “but he most definitely is.”

“No one can hate you.”

That made something snap in Kate, it was as if Ben said the worst words possible in that situation.

Who even was he? Why did he have that look in his eyes? Did you want him to look at you this way?

Kate's mind was racing as she pushed herself off from the couch and walked to the front door, standing behind you, her body pressing into your back.

“Thank you so much, Ben.” Kate forced a smile onto her face, it came out menacing and Ben felt small. “We hope you have a good night.”

“Oh.” Ben’s eyes were filled with fear and remorse, he looked at you for some sort of rebuttal.

You side-eyed Kate, confused at her hostility towards your friend but you didn’t want to fight it. You knew Kate, you knew that the black haired girl would only make things worse if you didn’t console her.

“See ya, Ben.” You smiled and let the boy walk out the door, waving happily. “Have a safe drive home.”

Ben smiled meekly. The image of you waving warmly and with a beaming smile on your face, and then Kate's taller figure looming over your shoulder, a dark look on her face as the boy walked to his car scared him.

You closed the door and turned to Kate quickly, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking your head to the side.

“Okay, what was that?”

"What?” Kate said as sarcastically as she could. “Did I interrupt something?”

Kate walked to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. You followed her, trailing after the hostile girl.

“Are you ok? What happened?” You asked, your voice full of concern.

"What do you mean? Nothing happened. You can leave and get back to talking with your best friend Ben if you want" Kate spat over her shoulder, her body facing the sink and away from you.

You pulled a sour face at her comment, "What's that supposed to mean?"

“Seemed like you were having a good time with him, sorry I ruined it.” Kate turned round to face you, the kitchen sink pressed against her back.

"Excuse me? Why are you angry at me for talking to my friend in my own house?” You huffed back.

"I’m not angry."

"Then why are you upset?"

"I'm not upset!" Kate shouted. She had never shouted at you like this before; she has ignored or rebuffed you if she's angry, but never yelled.

You watched her, the way Kate's chest rose and fell quickly, the red hue across her cheeks, and the way that she avoided all eye contact.

"You’re not jealous are you?" You hid your smile.

Kate looked up at you, she pulled a questioning face, almost as if she was offended by what you said.

"No, I'm not jealous” Her eyes were sharp and steady, you tried to stay strong under the gaze.

"You’re jealous, why?" You said bluntly, forcing an answer out of her.

“Fucking hell,” Kate was getting nervous under the pressure, “just drop it, okay?”

“No, I don’t wanna drop it.”

“Seriously, Y/N.” The archer threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Leave it.”

“I’m not doing that.” Your foot tapped on the tiles in your kitchen, irritating Kate even more. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

Kate sighed, moving to stand closer to her. She dropped her arms from being across her chest to staying by her side, opening up her posture.

“I’m not stupid Y/N, and neither is he." Kate let out, letting go of the breath in her chest. "He likes you and obviously thinks you like him too. And maybe you do.”

“Ben doesn’t like me.” You looked at Kate with full sincerity, like you genuinely believed your words.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Kate could almost laugh at how blind you were.

You didn’t know what Kate was talking about, your friendship with Ben is nothing more than that, a friendship. Kate's annoyance at it, after only witnessing it for one night, was annoying too. You just wanted her to get along with your friends, but now she was picking fights.

“I just,” Kate brought her hands up to rub her face, “I don't like the way he looks at you. He’s got this look in his eye, and it pisses me off.”

“Why?”

“Cause I don’t want anyone looking at you like that.”

“Like what?” You had a feeling that you knew already, but you wanted to hear it come from Kate.

“The way that I look at you.” Kate said it through gritted teeth, as if it pained her to be vulnerable. “Like he wants you in the same way I want you.”

It was music to your ears, the exact words you wanted to hear. Seeing the archer stand in front of you with a desperate look in her eyes, it did something to you.

You stepped forward and put Kate's hands on your hips, putting your own hands on her shoulders.

“And how do you want me?”

You inwardly cringed at your choice in words but Kate seemed to like it, her eyes going dark and mouth falling open as she dumbly took in the change in atmosphere. The girl slowly nodded her head before attaching her lips to your neck, her hands tightening around your waist.

Kate's breath got heavier the longer she sucked and bit your neck, you threaded your fingers into Kate's dark locks and tugged.

“I want you on the couch.”

You could have came at Kate's voice, how low and raspy it was. Her strong hands began pushing you towards the couch, her lips ghosting over yours but not letting you close the gap, pulling back and chuckling every time you tried to lean up and press your lips together.

Your legs hit the back of the couch and you fell onto the soft fabric, a sound of surprise leaving your mouth. You took a moment to see Kate's body standing over you, how weak you looked and felt in comparison to the superhero in front of you.

Kate reached out and held your jaw, forcing you to look up at her face.

“So pretty.”

You groaned softly at the compliment, your eyebrows drawing together as the sudden urge to have Kate's body on yours took over you. Although Kate had every physical advantage over you, being so strong and lean, she was always gentle and careful with how she held you.

“My pretty girl,” Kate laughed softly at your face before kneeling in front of you, “I’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

Kate's calloused hands dragged up and down your bare thighs, stopping when she reached the hem of your shorts and then dragging back down again.

“Are you going to do somethin-“

Kate cuts you off, closing the distance between your lips. You kissed her back, loving the way she melts and goes slack against you. Kate's lips are soft and sweet, tasting just like the sweets you both had eaten during the night. She breaks away and goes to kissing your neck and further down.

You started bucking your hips when Kate kissed the top of your thighs, begging for more contact. Kate's fingers curled around the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down along with your underwear.

“Kate.” You moaned it out into the silent air around you, your head thrown back to rest on the back of the couch.

“Mhm?” Kate touched her lips lightly to your inner thigh, nipping the skin then pressing soft kisses over the hurt skin.

Your hands covered your face, trying to calm your erratic breathing as your lust was taking over your body.

“You're so wet," Kate whispers with a shiver, her brain fogging with thick desire. "You look amazing, bet you taste even better."

She presses another kiss on your thigh, higher now, her face now buried between your legs. Kate clasps her arms around your legs, pulling them to rest on her shoulders. Her hands feel their way up underneath your shirt, groping your boobs and pinching your nipples. Kate's mouth devours your pussy, sucking and licking with a newfound fever.

Your fingers clench around Kate's dark hair, pulling it tightly, and Kate groans.

Fuck, how can giving someone else pleasure make her feel so good.

Kate uses a free hand to grab a pillow from the couch and places it between her legs, grinding down on the plush as she wraps her lips around your clit. The feeling of her own pussy grinding on the pillow whilst she ate you out made her moan uncontrollably, the vibrations almost sending you over the edge.

You moaned and began grinding yourself onto Kate's face, pulling on the black strands of hair to try and drag Kate's face closer to you.

"I like that," Kate says in a ragged breath. "Do it again. Harder.”

You looked down and cocked your eyebrow, lips parted to try and get as much air into your lungs, but you don't move. So Kate digs her fingers deeper into your thighs, face lifted towards you, lips parted and covered in your slick.

"Do it again," she whispers. "Please."

The plea is soft and quiet, it makes Kate feel ridiculous, it makes her feel desperate. You stopped breathing for a brief moment. Watching Kate be so sweet, a stark contrast between this Kate and the girl that hated was just yelling and being rude almost gave you whiplash.

“Apologise.”

You had never been one to be dominant or demanding, but the look of Kate begging in between your legs drew something out of you. Even Kate looked confused, her eyebrows knitting together. She was normally the one to demand things from you.

“Apologise for being mean to me.” Your eyes were dark, a sight Kate had never seen before but needed more of. “Beg for my forgiveness.”

Kate didn’t do anything at first, although she desperately wanted to continue her actions on you and for you to keep pulling her hair, she couldn’t give into you so easily.

But god she wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” the words were soft and sultry, “I’m sorry, baby. Please. Please keep pulling my hair. I’m so sorry for being mean.”

As Kate whispered the words, her hands kept rubbing your thighs, her lips ghosting over the skin as she spoke the slutty words.

It was enough for you, you smiled and almost felt bad for how needy Kate looked. Your fingers grasp a fistful of Kate's hair and you tugged it, drawing Kate's head backward. The archer couldn't help the long, deep moan she lets out.

"Fuck.” Kate pants, because it's all too hot and she feels like she's suffocating, but still she needed more.

Kate's slim fingers stroke your clit, pushing two fingers inside you and making you cry out.

"I want to be yours.” She whispers, thrusting her fingers in and out. You whimpered as Kate scissored them inside you, back arching off the couch

“You are mine.” You gasped as Kate added another finger, speeding up her thrusting. Her digits brush up against that one spot inside you and you arch your back, crying out loudly as the band inside you snapped. You moan through your orgasm, tears slipping from your eyes.

"So messy for me.” Kate moans, bringing her fingers into her mouth and sucking your juices off them.

Kate stands up and pushes you to rest on the couch, coming to hover over your body. Your chests connect and Kate's fingers go back to your clit, circling and trying to draw out another orgasm from you.

You whimper at the overstimulation, but still you draw Kate in and kiss her, mouths open and sloppy against each other.

'Fuck, you're so hot.” Kate pants, roughly pushing two fingers inside her own pants and into her dripping cunt, thrusting them furiously above you.

She moans your name breathily, a thumb pressing onto her clit as she desperately tries to make herself come. Her knees are shaking as she quickens her fingers on your clit and her other hand thrusting into her own needy pussy. She was so close, so close that it hurt.

“Let me.” You sigh, quickly replacing Kate's fingers with your own. You work on her, touching all the right spots and making her come almost instantaneously.

Kate's now free hand goes to rest on the arm of the couch above your head, her other hand pressed harder and faster on your clit. You both worked in a lust filled fever to get each other off.

You smiled at how needy Kate was, eyes squeezed shut as she rocked herself on your hand. She was so sensitive, it was too easy. The feeling of your fingers in her was what she had been craving the whole night, and as soon as her slim fingers entered her, Kate had moaned loudly. So loud that your were afraid your neighbours could hear you both through the house walls.

You came just after Kate, your own orgasm drawing another moan from your throat. The shaking feeling of coming down from your second high made you instantly tired. Kate collapses forward, her orgasm overwhelming her.

Kate rests her head on your chest, looking up at you with every ounce of love in her body. All she wanted to do was make you feel good, to try and prove to you why you should choose her, be hers and hers only. It was selfish, her reasons, but seeing the look on your face, she didn’t care.

“You're mine - mine only.” Kate said it softly, almost like she didn’t want you to even hear her.

You were so blissed out, too dumb to say anything. Instead you just nodded your head and kissed Kate's head, your hand going up to cup the archer's face and stroking her cheek with your thumb.

"Okay, jealous girl."

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toska-writes · 11 months

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Heyy could you maybe write another fives x platonic reader your stories are so good I binge read all of them

Wooo I love when I see you all binge reading on my posts!

“Keep your head up”

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Summary: After being rescued from some seppies Fives try’s to help you accept and love your newly acquired scars

Paring: Fives x GN padawan reader (Yes everyone it is PLATONIC)

Warning: Mentions of scars and injuries. Insecurity’s but Fives will make it all better

Word count: 713- and be so proud because I actually proof read

Notes: Don’t worry this is just a hold me over, an appetizer if you will, for a longer fic I plan to write later. Also there could be a part 2 to this with Alpha-17 maybe if your interested

He watched as the rest of his brothers started to exit the ship for their quick supply run on the rainy planet of Kamino, however Fives hung back with a quick nod from his general.

Rain pounded all around him as Fives waited for a moment before he saw your figure walking towards him, you made your way over to him a limp still present in your strides.

Fives or Rex normally volunteered to wait for you since it’s been a slow recovery since your last encounter with the separatist. With much begging Anakin finally let you come back with them on this mission.

And so far Fives could safely say that senators were dicks.

“You ok sir?” Fives asked as you came to a stop next to him.

You gave a small ‘Mhm’ as you kept your gaze trained to your boots. You’ve been getting a lot of that lately and you just wished thing were like they use to be.

Fives planted a firm hand on your shoulder making you glance up for a moment, he wouldn’t say anything but he could tell something was up.

His gloved hand traced over the raise red skin on your face, the stitches helped stop the bleeding but it still looked irritated and gnarly.

“I mean did you see what that senator was wearing? He couldn’t even talk.” Fives quietly spoke to you. You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes.

“He did look stupid.” You thought back to a few hours ago.

Fives was taken aback almost with the searing white flurry of rage he felt in that moment when a senator made a comment about his commander. His vod’ika. About their appearance.

He looked over to where Jesse was stationed next to him, one of his hands were held in tight fists while the other hovered just over his blaster.

Rex took a step closer to you. If looks could kill the senator would be long gone from all of the men present. Fives didn’t need the force to sense that everyone was livid and Anakin was ready to explode.

“What if people are scared, what if those cadets don’t like me?” Your small question brought him back to reality.

Fives let out a small laugh of his own as you looked at him with wide eyes. Oh how he wished he could erase all the doubt from your mind.

“First off kriff what they think.” Fives brought your face into his hands being carful not to hurt you. His tone became serious and you listened closely.

“Second of all do you know how much respect you’ll get from all those men in there? You saved some of their brothers by getting those scars and your not a shiny nat-born now. Alpha-17 is going to go crazy because that’s what he wants to see in the brothers he trains.” Fives smiled at you as he wiped a tear.

“And it makes you look like a total badass.” He added

You laughed now wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your robe. The pair started to walk off of the ship and through the hanger.

“You think so?” You still spoke unsure.

“Oh of course, I mean you look way more intimidating now. Kinda like Wolffe.” Fives thought about his older brother and commander for the 104th. A shiver shot down his spine.

“I do don’t I.” You looked up to Fives with a smile on your face, a smile he hasn’t seen since the days before that mission. It felt like lifetime ago.

“Just keep your head up.” Fives lightly tapped the underside of your chin. “Everyone’s going to be blown away. Your one of the most skilled people I know. And if they are hooked up on this,” He gestured. “Then clearly they aren’t looking hard enough at you.”

You and Fives walked side by side into the stark white halls of Kamino. The pride he felt for you was through the roof, the familiar bounce in your step returned as met up with the others.

You knew you had Fives and all the other men to make sure you were all right. A personal posse of hype-men at your deposal, and you were forever grateful.

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random-mha-thoughts · 7 months

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Observant (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, College AU

Word Count: 2,562

Summary: In which Shouto moves to the library to study, but it’s more than the quiet atmosphere keeping him coming back.

Tags: @yamichxn @liviitehe @cyanide9602

*Btw it's been a while since I updated my taglist and everyone's usernames I have are from like 2 years ago, so if you wanna be on it shoot me an ask/DM and I'll update it

A/N: Ok maybe I lied and this took longer to write than a week, but it's a lot longer than I thought it would be!

While I liked this idea in theory, once I wrote it I wasn't as big a fan as I thought. *sigh* The life of a writer... Always hating what you put out...

I hope you guys like it, it's more in Shouto's POV than the reader's which is different for me. I think it's pretty cute, and that's what matters.

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Shouto needed a change. Studying inside an empty classroom or in his dorm room alone wasn’t productive anymore; more often than not, he’s started spacing out or having to reread entire pages of his notes. It also didn’t necessarily help that his roommate this year caused so much of a ruckus every day - the roommate tended to have loud company over frequently, or he would stumble into the room in the wee hours of the night when Shouto was still studying - that Shouto's normally abundant patience had run out and he didn't want to sour their relationship by confronting him (Also read: he had no more fucks to give and it was getting on his last nerve).

Finding a replacement study space was the best decision he’d ever made.

Izuku took him to one of the school library’s quiet floors, the place he tends to study after class. The floor looked cozy; among the endless rows of library books, there were rows of desks pushed against a wall covered in windows. A wider clearing in the middle of the entire floor had a few larger tables to seat about six to eight students. On the other side of the rows of desks were locked rooms that groups can request to reserve for a few hours.

Izuku couldn’t stand the typical absolute quiet on this floor, so he tended to reserve one of the rooms with a classmate after a long day of classes; the extra privacy was an added bonus. Iida couldn’t make it, so the freckled fellow was grateful to Shouto for tagging along. The duo settled into a room with concrete white walls and a simple table, a large plane of plexiglass the only view into the rest of the library.

Shouto didn’t care about the room almost feeling like a prison; there was enough natural lighting from a double window, it was minimalistic, and he was in the presence of a friend if he needed someone to talk to when he took small breaks. He figured even if Izuku didn’t come with him every day, he could sit at one of the desks in the middle of the room with his earbuds in for a few hours. A completely focused section of the library with no distractions, just what he wanted.

Until some movement caught the corner of his eye through the plexiglass and made him do a double-take.

A girl with hair reaching past her shoulder blades approaches one of the nearby bookshelves, the white sleeves of her shirt folded up to her elbows and a burgundy skirt sitting just above her knees. The outfit alone earned a small glance from him, but what made him stare curiously was her actions. She moved a few heavy tomes aside, revealing a much smaller one hidden behind them. She plucked it from its place, opened up to a bookmarked page, and proceeded to twist the “bookmark” into her hair, making a neat bun near her nape, before walking away.

Shouto couldn’t help gawking at her receding figure. She not only hid a book in a secret hiding spot, but she used her hair stick - or fork, or pin, he was too far to tell exactly what it was - as a bookmark when she was done reading for the day. He’s heard of Fuyumi using everything but an actual bookmark to hold her place, but he’s never actually seen another person with such a habit. It made sense, one would want to pin their long hair out of their face to read - Fuyumi says she keeps her hair on the short side because long hair is a hassle to control - and Shouto acknowledges how clever she is. But then how does she spend the rest of her day with her hair down? Doesn’t it get it in the way the rest of the day? Going outside with the wind kicking around? Eating with her hair all over the place? Catching it on her backpack or her jacket? Maybe he was getting ahead of himself and this was a one-time thing, she just happened to not have a bookmark and the only thing on hand was her accessory and something was better than simply folding the page down.

Shouto realized he’d spent a whole 5 minutes ruminating about this mysterious girl and her hair and her reading habits. He’d just found a new distraction, and he wasn’t mad at it.

After a few hours of homework and studying with Izuku in the locked room, Shouto noticed the girl walking slowly back to the same bookshelf, nose buried in the pages, bun still in place. The boy silently chuckled to himself as she stood completely still for a few beats, he figured she was just finishing up a chapter.

He suddenly stops short and his eyes widen.

In one swift motion, she pulled the stick from her bun and, as if in slow motion, the silky strands were freed, falling past her shoulders as she shook it out. It was more satisfying seeing it all fall down after she meticulously pinned it up. And of course, it just looked pretty.

In doing so, her glance catches him from her periphery. His heart stopped as he quickly turned back to his laptop screen, already holding his breath. He’s not a creep, he told himself as his face heats up, his mind was just bored and his eyes wandered and he just so happened to catch activity happening. Simple. It’s not like he wanted to see her do it again.

Izuku stretches his arms over his head. “Yikes, I didn’t notice how late it was. Wanna break for the night and come back tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

~*~

Shouto has come to expect the usual schedule of events: He would settle into the study room with his study partner and unpack as he waits for the girl to come retrieve her book. He would watch as she’d expertly weave the stick in her hair, give a cute little head shake to make sure it was strong enough to hold, and then disappear into the library to read her book. A few hours into his work, he’d wait for her to come back to her book hiding spot. The most satisfying part of his day would be watching her pull the stick out of her hair and letting that cascade of silky hair fall past her shoulders. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of that. On his way out one day, he snuck a peek at what book she was reading and inspected her hair stick. It was a simple enough design, thin and gold colored with a leaf pattern at the very end of it.

Sure, it sounds creepy to an outsider. But he’s not a stalker, he’s just a creature of habit.

Or, that’s what he tried to tell himself whenever he would accidentally meet her eyes and have to turn his head quickly. Which has happened more times than he’d like to admit in a 3 week span.

“What’s IcyHot looking at so intently?” Katsuki’s gruff voice alerts Shouto out of his trance one afternoon as he waits for the mystery girl to appear at the end of the day as usual. “You’ve been looking over there all day.”

Shouto tears his eyes away from the bookshelf, clearing his throat and staring at his screen. “Nothing, I thought I saw something.”

Katsuki and Izuku’s eyes darted to where Shouto was looking to find the girl retrieving her book as usual. A smug look spreads across the blond’s face as he leans back in his chair. “Ohh, I see. You’re watching the pretty girl.”

Shouto clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to give the boy the satisfaction of being right.

“You like her, right?”

“No!” Damnit. “She just happens to be here every day too.” He can’t stop the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Well she’s coming over here, be ready.”

As soon as Shouto’s heart lurches, there’s a soft knock at the door. Shouto glances around to Izuku and then Katsuki, who’s smirking. “Go on, answer it. She’s not looking for us.”

Shouto wants nothing more than to punch his smug face, but he hurries over to the room door to open it. He stiffens up when he sees the girl standing right in front of him.

Up close, she has a slightly rounded face, her black-framed glasses framing cat eyes and long eyelashes. Her mouth was slightly agape for a split second before stiffly closing it to compose herself and stand up straighter. “Um, hi. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

Shouto closes the door behind him. “No, not at all.” He shoves a hand in his pocket to try looking casual while his heart flutters at being close enough to someone he’s been watching from a distance.

“I actually wanted to ask you a favor.” She pushes her glasses up on her face nervously. “Do you mind hiding this somewhere in your study room?” She’s clutching her book to her chest, the dark cover contrasting against her white sweater.

Shouto’s eyes couldn’t help taking a quick glance down; the dark book cover contrasts against her white sweater tucked into her black plaid mini skirt ending just above her knees, the rest of her legs covered by sheer black tights and ending in a pair of black boots with a low heel.

“I usually hide it behind one of the sections of books no one reads,” she continues, pivoting a bit to point, letting Shouto glance down quickly to the black plaid mini skirt, sheer tights, and black heeled boots before she turns back around. “But I figured someone might move it one day. And I just happen to notice that you’re in this room every day at the same time, I can count on it being in the same place…” She tucks a hair behind her ear and Shouto nearly melts at the way her voice trails off sheepishly.

Shouto reaches out to take the book she’s offering to him. “Yeah, I’ll keep it here in the room. It should be locked overnight.”

She clasps her hands in front of her and smiles at him. “Thank you! I’ll come back to get it tomorrow, promise.”

Shouto dazedly smiles back at her. “Sure… See you tomorrow, then.”

She gives him a little bow and walks away from him, letting him get a whiff of her fruity-floral perfume. He stands there a moment to watch her, containing his excitement before collecting himself and ducking back into the room. He realized his palms were sweaty when he sat back down and wanted to study the book cover.

He feels eyes on him, only to meet Katsuki’s shit-eating grin and Izuku’s eager smile.

The blond is the first to break the silence. “Well? What did she want?”

Shouto plays back the conversation in his head. “She gave me her book to keep in the room overnight.” She happens to notice me here… Shouto thinks, Every day… Just like I notice her here every day… “She must think I’m a stalker or something,” he mumbles.

“Oh my god.” Katsuki facepalms. “It means she likes you, you idiot! She just wanted an excuse to talk to you!”

The clueless boy blinks, causing the blonde to groan. “Why else would she come up to you specifically and not Deku?”

Izuku gives his childhood friend a hard look. “I agree with Kacchan, she looked shy to talk to you. Maybe you should do something nice for her and ask her out?”

When the pieces finally click in place, Shouto’s face turns brighter red than his hair at the prospect of the girl possibly being interested in him too.

“IcyHot’s got such a huge crush!” Katsuki guffaws, hitting the table.

~*~

“Thanks for taking care of my book again,” the girl smiles.

Shouto’s already racing heart squeezes as their fingers just barely brush during the exchange, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s a regular occurrence, but the gesture never fails to fluster him. “N-No problem. I know it’s important to you.” He coughs. “I actually read a little bit of it this time.” He thinks she stiffens up for a moment. “I apologize if I was intruding!” he says quickly.

“N-No, it’s fine!” She clutches the book to her chest tightly with both hands, managing a nervous chuckle. “How far did you get?”

“Just the first three chapters, I didn’t get too far.” Her nervous behavior makes Shouto sweat. Did he cross a line? She must think he’s indecent now if she didn’t before.

“Oh.” She visibly relaxes. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d look. I thought it looked too…girly for you to be interested.”

“I figured you’re reading it so intensely, it must be good. I was just curious, I’m sorry.” He feels his face heat up in shame again. He keeps glancing at the book, not knowing if he should find some way to take it back from her or not; only adrenaline had let him go through with his plan.

The girl realizes the book feels thicker in her hands, the split created by her bookmark now a small hole. Her fingers reach inside and open up to that page, eyes widening.

She plucks out a thin golden stick with a burgundy flower at the head, a matching chain tassel with a gem at the end hanging off of it. “What’s this?”

The boy’s throat is parched and his heartbeat almost deafens him. “I know how much you like using these sticks to tie up your hair, and you tend to wear reds and burgundy a lot. I wanted to give you a nicer looking one that matches.”

Shouto almost wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole when she stares up at him wordlessly. The girl finally smiles warmly. “It’s really pretty, thank you, I love it!”

The boy lets out a held breath, the cold fear slightly leaving him. “Oh good, I’m glad.”

She hands him the book to hold as she wraps her hair up and places the stick in the bun. Shouto’s chest fills with pride as she turns her head to show him. “How does it look?”

“Stunning,” he blurts out and his eyes immediately widen at his unintentional candor, earning a giggle out of her. He hangs onto the wondrous sound and the way her warm eyes bore into him. “Would you grab dinner with me later?”

She slightly tilts her head at him with a smile, sending more warmth through him. “I’d love to.”

Shouto smiles back, his whole body relaxing and his heart full. “Great! See you later, then.”

The girl reaches both her hands to gently retrieve her book, allowing more contact to linger between them as she shyly keeps their eyes locked. “See you then.”

As she walks away, the burgundy tassel swaying side to side, Shouto leans back against the door for a moment and smiles to himself. He feels lighter now, looking forward to his date. As he turns to go back inside the room, he briefly wonders if he should learn how to use one of those hair sticks; maybe he’ll get the chance to weave his fingers through her silky hair and place it himself. He’ll get the chance to pull it out, eventually.

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The Ward Pt. 2 | Jonathan Breech x fem!character

Summary: Jonathan Breech is sentenced to three months in a Dublin psych ward after trying to take his life. He meets a girl and thinks he's fallen in love... but is this just a product of opportunity and loneliness or could it be more?

Warnings: Based heavily on One the Edge (2001) so there is already a lot of mental-health specific discussions. More specifically- mentions of suicide, self-harm, death, depression, anxiety, feeling helpless and alone, medication, vomiting, pregnancy. There is nothing explicitly sexual in pt. 2, just kissing, so there are no warnings for that here. Please don't read if you think any of the previously mentioned topics could be triggering! Some of this is taken from my personal experience with mental-health issues so read with care.

word count: 4019k

Leif Erikson- Interpol 🎶

Sad girl- Lana del Rey 🎵

Note- One the Edge is free on Internet Archive...

Please read the warnings before continuing, thanks!

He stumbled back to his room, wiping sweat from the back of his neck beneath his normal clothes. He laughed silently as he watched Toby sneak back into his own room before he opened his door. His room was dark and he slipped inside, trying hard not to make any sound as he shut the door slowly. He was only a little tipsy and the run back to the hospital from the bar cleared his head. He’d already caused trouble and forced himself and Toby into a predicament with three large men that involved running all over Dublin for an hour until they could make it back to the hospital. Jonathan’s life was anything but boring to say the least. As he closed the door and turned to take off his jacket the sight of someone sitting on his bed nearly made him lose his balance and fall. He caught himself on the doorframe and clutched his chest.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he panted. Margaret, having been sitting against the wall on his bed, rolled over.

“Sorry, sorry! I came in here earlier looking for you and you weren’t here.”

“So you sat here in the dark for God knows how long?” He laughed painfully and slapped a hand across his forehead.

“It makes me sound perverted when you say it like that,” she got off the bed and wrapped her arms around herself. She silently gave thanks that the room was dark and he couldn’t see the rush of heat to her face from pure mortification. “I just thought you’d be happy to see me. I shouldn’t have assumed…” She avoided his eyes that shone even in the darkness. She tried to step around him to the door but he stopped her, gently putting his hands around her shoulders. His hands were cold and clammy from the run.

“No, I do want you here… even if you are perverted,” he smiled and she relaxed a little under his hands.

“Where were you?” She asked him as he took off his jacket and stuffed it in a bag beneath the bed.

“I snuck out with Toby and we went to a bar.” He sat on the bed with a sigh and leaned his back against the cool wall. He patted the space beside him at the foot of the mattress and she joined him hesitantly. She sat beside him but left some space, still too nervous to get too close to this boy that she really didn’t know.

“Did you have fun?” She smiled and noticed the way he was still catching his breath from running.

“Oh yeah. Toby and I got into this brawl and I got a few good punches in before Toby pulled me away and we made a run for it.”

“Are you lying?” She leaned her head against the wall and turned it to the side to look at him. He smiled cheekily at her and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, but for the sake of the story, pretend I’m not.” He whispered.

“Ok,” she nodded, “but how did you get out?”

“Toby found this ladder a while ago and so he puts it against the wall and climbs over it. There were some trash cans on the other side so we just jumped off of them and onto the street. The bar was just a few streets over.” He talked with his hands and she caught herself biting her lip as she watched him. “We’ll all go next time but Toby and I will have to wear disguises because they may recognize us, you’ll be fine.”

She laughed and covered her mouth so that she wouldn’t be heard down the corridor. Jonathan watched her, interested. The way she laughed when her hand wasn’t there showed the wound on her lip. The scab had basically healed but there was still a deep bruise and the skin around the scab was still slightly swollen. When Margaret stopped laughing he put his thumb gently against the scab and pulled away.

“How did you get that?” He asked her, his eyes on her lips. She trembled slightly from his touch, her lips still warm where his thumb was. She shrugged.

“I fell,” she whispered.

“You fell?” He raised an eyebrow that she could still see even in the dark. He was close and she could smell the heat leaking from his skin like pheromones. She laughed lightly and nodded.

“I know it sounds like one of those lame excuses but I fell and busted my lip.” She waved at her lip and looked away, hoping he wouldn’t ask for further explanation.

“It sounds like there’s a lot more to that story.” He prodded softly and she looked at him, her eyes sad.

“Well, there’s a reason why each of us are here.” She said softly and watched as he started to understand. “What’s yours?” She asked and he exhaled deeply.

“I tried to kill myself,” Jonathan answered, his lips pursed.

“I did too. That’s why we’re all in-patient.” She nodded and looked at the opposite wall. He watched her, following the outline of her nose with his eyes. He imagined reaching out to her and pulling her into his chest, not having to speak but just holding one another.

“I drove a car off of a cliff,” he finally said and she turned quickly, looking between his eyes.

“Are you lying?” She asked seriously and he shook his head.

“No.”

“And you lived.” She looked down at his body and then back up to his pale face.

“I was wearing a fucking seatbelt,” he pulled at the skin on his face and sighed, “I didn’t break anything except for my pinky finger. The judge gave me four months in here for trying and failing to kill myself. I can’t tell whether he was punishing me for trying or failing to kill myself,” he shrugged, “but it was also someone else’s car so maybe that was it.”

“You stole someone’s car?” She nearly laughed in disbelief and had to clamp a hand across her mouth.

“Technically it was already stolen, I stole it from the people who stole it in the first place.” He smiled and folded his arms over his chest.

“You must be lying,” she gasped and he shook his head, smiling.

“No, that’s all completely true.”

“Jesus…” She fell back against the wall and sighed. Jonathan looked over at her before changing the conversation back to her.

“So how did you do it?” He asked her gently. She paused and glanced over at him before looking down at her hands. She played with the thick hem of her jumper and sighed.

“I took all of my medications one night before bed and passed out but before I could die, my body woke itself up and forced me to throw up all of the partially-digested medications that I had swallowed. I don’t remember any of it but my roommate found me on the bathroom floor, face down on the tile. I busted my lip really bad in the fall and I got some bruises and stuff. They think that my body instinctively went into the bathroom where I threw up everything in my stomach and when I stood back up, I lost consciousness and fell face first onto the bathroom floor. I woke up again in the hospital where they had pumped my stomach and tied me down to the bed. Someone from psych talked to me and told me that I was being transferred to the psych ward where they would determine the next best course of treatment. They insisted that I stay here and the college agreed but they never told me for how long. They’ve taken me off my medications for a while so my body can detox I guess. ”

“Does your family know?” He asked and she looked up at the ceiling, tears pooling in her eyes.

“Yeah… yeah they do. They thought that I was just doing it for attention. They always call me dramatic and shit but they don’t understand that I had no intention to wake up after I took the pills. I didn’t want the attention, I just wanted to die.” She kept her voice even while tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped them away and sniffed. Jonathan said nothing for a while.

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be alive,” he looked at her and she smiled sadly. “Come here,” he opened his arms and pulled Margaret into them. She kept her hands by her face but she allowed him to swallow her up in his arms which were warm and comforting. She laid against his chest and he smoothed her hair back. Without communicating, they separated and laid down, facing each other on the pillow. She curled her hands beneath her cheek and looked into Jonathan’s eyes. He put one hand on her cheek and wiped away the last of the tears from her face.

“What about you? Does your family know that you’re here?” She whispered.

“My mom and da are dead but my brother knows. He’s ok, you know? The silly bastard gives a fuck about me when no one else does, so you have to give it to him. He cares.” He smiled.

“I care about you,” Margaret whispered honestly and he smiled, “I think.” She added, smiling and he moved his hands beneath his face.

“You think? Wow, I’m truly honored.” He teased her and she laughed quietly into the pillow. He licked his lips but broke his eyes away from her’s, not wanting to escalate things. “You know when Dr. Figure asked us about our fears?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“What are yours?”

“Well I’m scared of all the normal things like being alone, being forgotten, the dark…”

“You’re scared of the dark still?”

“Yeah, it's horrible here because it’s so dark. Dr. Figure got me a nightlight to use when my anxiety gets bad. My brain tricks me into thinking that there are things in my room sometimes, especially when I’m upset about something else or stressed.”

“And what else?”

“I have a phobia of being pregnant and giving birth for some reason, those are the really weird ones. I have nightmares that I’m pregnant and it’s horrible,” she mimed having a swollen belly and he laughed.

“What about you?” She asked him and he thought for a moment, humming softly.

“Besides my overwhelming fear of being pregnant,” he joked and Margaret hit his chest playfully, “I’m scared that I’ll never get better,” Jonathan looked up at Margaret. She looked down at his chest, understanding what he meant and nodding. “...and I’m scared that people like Dr. Figure will give up on me,” he whispered. Margaret flicked her eyes back up to Jonathan’s face and said nothing.

“I’m scared that one day, if they manage to heal me completely, I won’t be able to feel some of these feelings, the ones that are powerfully sad but make me feel alive- human,” she whispered finally and he watched her as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

“I’m scared of telling people the truth about how I feel,” Jonathan responded and Margaret smiled sadly.

“So do I.”

They smiled sadly at each other and listened to the ticking of the analog clock on the wall. Finally, Margaret shifted closer and raised herself up on her elbows, her hair creating curtains around them.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispered slowly, her face was hot and she stuttered slightly as she asked. Jonathan smiled and kissed her first. She was nervous and inexperienced so she struggled to follow Jonathan’s rhythm but he made no show of disappointment. Margaret put one hand against Jonathan’s face and opened her mouth as Jonathan started to suck her tongue. She pulled away and blushed further.

“Are you ok?” Jonathan furrowed his brow.

“Yeah, I just… I haven’t really kissed anyone like this before. I don’t know what to do.” She looked down, embarrassed and Jonathan chuckled sweetly.

“It’s ok, you can take the lead. I��ll kiss you back how you kiss me,” he explained slowly and she nodded. She kissed him first this time and placed short kisses against his wide lips. Then she locked her lips against his and allowed herself to kiss him for longer, pulling her lips away only to shift them and kiss him again. He followed her lead and kissed her in the same way which was strictly innocent and naive but it still excited him. She licked his top lip and put her thumbs against his chin, sucking gently on his top lip. Jonathan pulled away for a moment and touched her bottom lip gently.

“Does your lip hurt?”

“No,” she whispered back and he leaned forward again to kiss her. Finally she began to grow more comfortable and tried to french kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. They kissed deeper and she breathed breathlessly against him as he pulled her close to his chest. She broke away and kissed down his neck, pulling aside his collar so that she could kiss his shoulder. He sighed against her ear and twirled a piece of her hair between his fingers. When she finally broke away she rested her head on the pillow again and shifted closer to Jonathan. She left her hand on the bed between them and Jonathan took it. He ran his thumb over the top of her hand and traced the small veins.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” Margaret whispered and Jonathan looked up at her, smirking.

“Yeah,” he nodded and shifted his head on the pillow, their faces close together. Margaret’s eyes fluttered softly as she started to fall asleep and he watched her, running his thumb against her hand as she slept.

When he woke up the next morning, she was gone. She’d left his room but not before she kissed his hairline, to go back to the women’s ward before a nurse noticed that she was gone. She hugged herself as she wandered back to her room, smiling and forgetting to breathe. She crawled beneath her own covers and tried to fall back asleep as the sun started to rise through the window.

…

“I have a pledge that I’d like you to consider, Jonathan,” Dr. Figure slid a piece of paper across the table to Jonathan.

“You’re calling it a fucking pledge?” Jonathan scoffed and laughed.

“Everyone else in group therapy has already signed the pledge agreement. It basically says that you will go the next month without hurting yourself in any way, cutting, burning, inflicting pain on purpose…” Dr. Figure explained and Jonathan rubbed his hand over his lips, “A month from now is roughly New Year’s Day, so if you make it till then, you could leave without having to finish your entire sentence.”

“Do I have a choice?” He shifted against the door jam, refusing to actually sit at Dr. Figure’s desk.

“Of course you do,” Dr. Figure sighed, “but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“Mhm, ok. I’ll sign your fucking pledge,” Jonathan walked up to the desk and took a pen from the pen holder. He signed his name across the dotted line and put the pen back. “Now what happens if I break the pledge? Do you kill me before I can kill myself?”

“You have to stay the full time and maybe more, depending on how you break the pledge.”

Jonathan nodded and cocked his head to the side, “pretty solid stuff, doc. Good work.”

“Thank you, Jonathan.” Dr. Figure answered with a tired sigh.

“Why do you still work here? You sound exhausted all the time. Obviously you hate working here with kids like us, why do you do it?” Jonathan crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at Dr. Figure.

“I do it because believe it or not, I care. This is what I was made to do. You may think that I’m exhausted and fed up with you and everyone else but I’m not. I’m not so easily breakable or deterred. You can give me as much of a hard time as you want, Jonathan, but I will help you. In the end, you’re just going to have to let me.” Dr. Figure propped his elbows up on his desk and clasped his hands together. They sat in a heavy silence until Jonathan sniffed.

“Can I go now?”

“Sure,” Dr. Figure waved him out and put Jonathan’s pledge into a folder and tucked it away into his desk drawer. Jonathan spun around and left the room, swinging his arms comically as he left the house.

As he walked back to the main hospital building he passed the bench and sitting there were Margaret and Toby, talking. Toby had a walkman in his hand and was showing it to Margaret who smiled. Her finger held a place in her book which was in the middle. Jonathan shoved his hands into his pockets, and approached them, his footsteps crunching on the brittle grass.

“Heya guys,” Jonathan shrugged his shoulders in greeting. Toby greeted him back and Margaret blushed, just meeting his eyes with a smile but not saying anything back.

“Did he make you sign that pledge?” Toby asked and Jonathan laughed.

“Yep, no violence until New Year’s Day, then we can go all out.” Jonathan joked and perched on the armrest of the bench beside Margaret. “Did you both sign it?”

“Yeah,” Toby nodded with a shake of his head, “how they’re going to manage it I don’t know.”

“I did too,” Margaret offered softly and looked at Toby as he continued to talk. She looked brighter today, Jonathan noticed. Her eyes were softer and the bags beneath them had recovered. She was wearing her nightgown again with the same dark green jumper and brown socks. She had goosebumps up her round thighs and Jonathan resisted the urge to trail his hands up the flesh there.

“As long as we don’t try to kill ourselves until New Year’s…” Toby shrugged, “it just can’t be something that they’d notice I guess. They haven’t checked me for signs of harm,” Toby continued and Margaret nodded.

“I think Dr. Figure trusts us to tell him when we break the pledge. He wants us to develop a sense of trust for him where we would feel comfortable telling him,” Margaret offered and the boys nodded.

“What happens if we wait until New Year’s Day and then just kill ourselves?” Jonathan joked darkly and Toby laughed.

“I don’t think Dr. Figure has thought that far ahead,” Toby shrugged and Margaret pulled down the hem of her nightgown and shivered.

“Are you cold?” Toby asked and Margaret shrugged.

“Not especially, it's not as cold today as it was yesterday. The sun’s out.” She looked up at the sky where the sun was not obscured by clouds. Her face looked golden in the light.

“I’m going to go inside now,” Toby rubbed his hands together and stood, “I’ve done my outside time. I’ll be in the rec room watching the MASH reruns.” He walked away and the cords of his robe wavered behind him in the wind. Jonathan sat down beside Margaret and watched her. She finally turned toward him and blushed again.

“Am I allowed to say that you look beautiful?” Jonathan cocked his head and Margaret laughed. She turned back to him and smiled.

“Sure,” she nodded and Jonathan stuffed his hands beneath his armpits to warm them.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her.

“Thank you. I think you’re pretty.” She said softly and Jonathan laughed loudly, surprised.

“You think I'm pretty?”

“Yeah, I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.” She blushed.

“I can’t tell whether that’s a blow to my masculinity or a compliment.”

“Only men can be pretty and the best ones are always pretty, not “hot,” I don’t like that word. I think the word “pretty” matches you well. I think you’re pretty.” She explained and Jonathan nodded, pretending to think it over.

“Ok, then I accept it.” They were quiet for a moment before Jonathan started again, “Did you and Toby…” he started and his voice fell always suggestively. She swallowed and shook her head.

“No, I mean I thought he liked me when we both first got here but… I think Toby’s gay.” She answered him honestly and Jonathan nodded.

“But you liked him at first too?”

“Maybe a little,” she glanced at him and smiled, “but he was convenient to like and I had just tried to kill myself. I wanted to feel something… like you.” She pointed out the similarities and Jonathan looked out at the hedges. “You like me because I’m convenient. I’m not very pretty or special, in fact, you were the first person I’ve ever kissed. There are plenty of more attractive girls out there. You picked me because I’m here.”

Jonathan looked at her, his brows furrowed. He didn’t know what to say so he said nothing.

“I don’t blame you. It’s why I liked Toby in the beginning but I realized after a while that I didn’t like him in that way, I just thought I did because he was nice to me and happened to be in the same situation. I’m not saying that it isn’t nice to find someone and seek comfort from them while we’re stuck in this fucking place; and I don’t regret last night at all. I just don’t want you to realize in a few weeks that you don’t like me at all and I realize that I like you too much,” she looked at him and her hair shifted over her shoulders. She stood and walked away, leaving him alone on the bench. Jonathan leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees and put his face into his hands. He massaged his eye sockets as he thought about what she had said.

He spent the day thinking and wandering around the hospital. He sat in the rec room that night and watched Singing in the Rain on the small box tv that was covered in plexiglass. An older woman who sat beside him took his hand and he took the hand of the older man on his other side. Jonathan imagined that they were his parents and they were watching a movie on some weekend night, spending time together like when he was a little kid. As he watched the movie, he decided that he was going to follow the pledge and that one day, he was going to get better, because Margaret was right. In here, she was convenient, but out there, he could be with her because he truly wanted to be with her.

That night he sat on his bed and took off his shirt, looking at the expanse of flesh. He’d snuck a razor blade into the hospital and hidden it in his carton of cigarettes. He retrieved it from the carton and stared at it, not moving to apply it gently to his skin. The blade reflected the moonlight shining in through the window and he twirled it between his fingers. He was good at hiding his depression, shoving it down into his stomach and covering it with fluffy feelings and jokes but at night when he was alone, they came up again like an unmade bed. He wanted the release that the blade offered when he desperately needed it but he closed his eyes and threw the blade across the floor where it hit the opposite wall. He wiped his nose on his wrist and looked out the window, hiding his tears. He hugged his waist with his other arm and stayed like that, watching the window and thinking about the well of pain he couldn’t quite name or target. His pain was all over, not connected to one source, which made it all worse. Finally he curled up in a ball and fell asleep, cold but wanting to feel the discomfort that overpowered his depressive pain.

...

end of pt. 2 :)

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian fluff #cillian x reader #young cillian murphy #young!cillian x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #jonathan breech #on the edge 2001 #cillian fanfic #fanfiction #multi chap fic #imagine

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S5 Ep 50: Tristan Hates Horses, I Think

Been a while! Tumblr’s annoying as hell changes to the text editor took a lot of wind out of my sails, ngl. It had some problems they're resolving as they go, but it was really annoying to use and to edit if you write any amount of youknow……words….

And I was talking to a friend about this, and they were like “have you tried writing it in google docs and copy pasting it after?” And I happily realized when you copy paste from google docs, it also copies the PICTURES. This has literally saved hours of my life, y'all. It has turned something that was so frustrating I didn't want to open tumblr again into something that is no longer an obstacle so I can write once more!

So lets travel to Yugi’s brain, where Tristan desperately has to make up for all the work he hasn’t done because he was just a wee tiny bit possessed.

It may be hard to pick up where Tristan is on this picture, and I hope I recorded it somewhere in OBS like 2 months ago when I finished the series because it was such a funny animation, but hot damn this boy has hops.

And you can see him there on the ground in the bottom left corner, that isn’t a rock, that’s Tristan having toppled a man with his bare hands, a man who had a sword and was sitting on an armored horse.

Can you believe this guy ran for school president? And then lost and humbly became the janitor?

Meanwhile, Joey discovered magic.

Confirmation that duel disks are made out of old tank parts.

Realizing for the first time that magic exists, they decide to peace out.

Back in the real world, Mokuba and Roland don’t know where the hell Seto went. Which is weird, I figured Seto would at least leave a note or a text message or…anything…but apparently even if he did, he just disappeared at some point down in Marik’s old living room.

So Roland and Mokuba decided that in order to find him, they would have to take a massive Boeing 747 to find their lost child.

Some kids have a motorcycle, some kids have a scooter, Mokuba just wants the most boring ass big commercial plane that is meant to sit a couple hundred people in an awkward way. That’s what Mokuba wants.

Just Mokuba things.

My bro who edits these for me wrote in huge ass letters "ROLAND SIGHTING" While saying "ROLAND ROLAND ROLAND" so I want y'all to know how much we appreciate a good Roland in this house.

Speaking of, I know it's like season 5 but...who is the other guy? He wears funny sunglasses but I have never heard his name, not once.

But this is when the plane was filled with heavenly light.

They begin to see the fight happening between Seto Kaiba (the OG Seto, the one that is cool and isn’t depressed because his not-wife died) and Bakura (who is now Zorc). Don’t ask me how the time stuff works, and why we see it now of all the times in human history, and right over Egypt in the sky. Don’t ask me why.

I assume it’s time compression shenanigans, just like FF8, so maybe it’s just every moment in time is able to see this UFO in the sky, but overall, it’s here because it looks cool. The fact that this right here is actually not a physical place, but is actually a figment of Yugi’s imagination shaped by Pharaoh’s botchy memories--is neither here nor there. Instead, it’s everywhere.

Seto is unimpressed by this, because he knows how science and timelines should work, and this wouldn’t pass Kaiba Corp inspection.

Back at the yellow palace made of cheese and mario blocks, Pharaoh is still knocked out from that time he summed all 3 dragons last episode, which to me feels like just eons ago.

But it’s OK, he’s fine now.

Typically he’d be dead, because his dragons died on the battlefield and their life force is connected to their monsters. But not only is Pharaoh 1.) already dead and 2.) the author of this universe and cannot die or this universe ceases to exist he’s 3.) got the puzzle, which means he can’t actually perma die, unlike everyone else in his court who is perma-gone.

He is not surprised by what is currently happening in Egypt’s downtown strip.

This is probably every day in Domino. Every day Seto Kaiba wakes up everyone in town with his three-headed dragon princess just because he can. Hell, Seto was doing this fight with Bakura on the top towers of Domino just this morning (or last morning…not sure if time passes in real life the same way it does in puzzle life)

The audacity of Yami right now, the one moment Yugi isn’t there to scream about ledges, this boy is leaping joyfully off that ledge.

He fuses with the dragon which gives him this familiar outfit.

I thiiiiink it’s the same outfit as Alexander season? I’ll be real with you though, I don’t really want to look it up. Either way, good to see the return of putting on a ton of armor in a card game, I don't think we've seen it Canonically since that one time Joey did it against Valon, and ever since then, Joey kind of forgot it was a thing he can just do.

But unlike Joey, Yami doesn’t take the opportunity to punch Zorc in the face, instead he just loses yet another time.

This time he didn’t even pass out, he barely even died. This is progress, truly.

But as Zorc is powering up the peepee missile to fire in Yami’s face (what a way to die!), Shadi has decided to inform us why he’s been stalking these kids for this entire show.

So there’s two ways to read this. 1.) Shadi was Hassan the entire time but had to go back in time from this moment in order to do it or 2.) Shadi possessed the power of Hassan last second so Yami could avoid death one final time.

Both of these explanations don’t fully make sense to me, I’ll be honest, because in order to know that he’ll be needed in the first place, Shadi had to know that Yami would die at this particular moment--a moment that is a different timeline than has ever existed before.

So really, Shadi was just going by a hunch. He was like “I dunno, I’ll see how this goes.” which is more in line with the Shadi we know and love.

Is it a crying shame that Shadi, who has been with us for so many seasons, and it so integral to this show had such an unceremonious death? Yeah. I feel like I didn’t quite get the closure I wanted but I’m also sort of confused as to…what happened. But I’ll leave it there because apparently we get more Shadi content in Dark Side of Dimensions.

Anyway, I have no idea if these images will even fit into a post with how how tumbler does posts nowadays, and I'll be real I had to re upload the last bit of it, which I suspect was over 15 images???? Not sure??? but we found a workaround! google docs works!

Also, Seto didn’t die today! Instead it was Shadi! For a SECOND time!

I cannot believe how freakin lucky Mana is, this girl is still kicking and if Mana survives everything I am…going to be astonished, that’s what. Mana secretly OP, who knew?

And always you can read the rest of these here

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

if I turn it into a link it doesn't work right because the text editor is really, really bad. I hate it a lot. But uh...feel free to copy paste it until I can get links to cooperate.

#yugioh #photo recap #yugi muto #joey wheeler #seto kaiba #tristan taylor #ygo #bakura #yu gi oh #yami muto #S5 #Shadi

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 1 year

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I think I wanna hold you, but I'm not sure I'm allowed

Pairing: Vic x Reader

word count: 2k

contents: angst with tiny hint of smut

author's note: someone asked me for Vic angst because apparently we don't have enough of it it the fandom, so i used the way i felt last night and i poured my soul in it, its SAD ok, i warned you. *** Special thanks to the autor of this beautiful and sad song, whoever you are, i love you

Måsterlist

6 months ago

It wasn't a very romantic way to meet someone. Rather classic case, often seen in movies. You went out with your friends to grab some drinks, then you changed bars, then you went to another, and another, and finally a friend of a friend you didn't even know the name of, introduced you to her. Vic made a great impression on you from the first second you saw her. The way she looked and carried herself, the nonchalant confidence and party spirit. She quickly looked you up and down and decided to get to know you better. Obviously, like in many stories like this, after a few stronger drinks you ended up in her flat. The sex, even though sloppy and drunk, was the best one you had. She was the first woman you felt so confident with. In the morning she offered you some coffee and pancakes which she burned. You thought you'll never see her again, but just a few days later you've got a DM on Instagram. She wanted to meet up and take you to some exhibition.

You quickly met her friends, the rest of the band, her sister. They all seemed to like you, or at least you thought so. One night after a long jamming session, Vic and Thomas decided to take a dip in a pool, leaving you with Ethan and Damiano. The wine was sweet and night air pleasantly refreshing. You felt a gaze on you and you turned your head to the side.

"I'm surprised Vic found someone she can trust so fast." Ethan said in his stoic voice while looking at the stars.

"Fast?" You asked and turned at Damiano, as Ethan seemed to be done with the conversation once he noticed your tone.

"She broke up with her girlfriend maybe three weeks ago, didn't she tell you?" Damiano raised his eyebrow and lit the cigarette.

"No…no she didn't." You mumbled, watching her splashing water at Thomas through a thick cloud of smoke that Damiano blew out.

At that moment you had your first doubts, that she was treating you like a simple rebound, nothing serious. You barely knew each other so you didn't really mind. You liked her, yes. Sex was great. She introduced you to some amazing people. You shouldn't have been worried at the time, but for some reason you felt an unpleasant pinch in your heart.

3 months ago

You tried to ignore the annoying little voice in your head, telling you that Vic isn't treating you seriously. What finally managed to shut it up, was Vic herself.

"Sorry I'm late again. The traffic is a joke in this city." You muttered, dropping your bag on the floor. "Hey," you smiled and wrapped your arms around her, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Hi." She whispered and put her hands on your hips to deepen the kiss.

About an hour later, you were both laying in bed naked, still panting and covered in sweat, a white sheet messily thrown over your lower halves.

"Why don't you…why don't you just move in?" Vic said casually. You frowned and looked up at her.

"Are you serious?" You asked and sat up straight.

"Yeah, well you hate the traffic, we spend a lot of time together and…someone could look after this place when I'm away. So, what will you say?"

She ended that sentence with the most gorgeous smile, her whole face was glowing, her eyes were laughing too. You couldn't say no to that creature, even if you tried.

2 months ago

Despite all your friends, and some of hers, telling you that it's a terrible idea, you packed your bags and moved in with her. First two weeks were like a honeymoon. There wasn't a flat or curved surface in the flat on which you haven't fucked. You felt happy, and finally - loved.

But one day she left for a rehearsal and didn't come back on time. She wasn't returning calls, wasn't replying to the messages. Finally, scared for her life, you called Thomas.

"She's not home yet? Fuck…I'll call you back." He sounded tired, but not surprised.

About an hour later he showed up with Vic thrown over his shoulder. She was completely drunk, her makeup was smudged and she was missing a shoe.

"Honestly I'm so sorry, it's…she met someone and was upset. You'll have to get more from her tomorrow. See you." He sent you apologetic smile, it seemed like he knew exactly what happened but was too embarrassed to tell you.

"Where is Thomas…Thomas! Come back!" Vic yelled and covered her mouth.

You dragged her to the bathroom and held her hair for the next two hours, pressing a cold towel to her neck. When she finally was done, she curled up on the floor and started crying.

"Baby? Vic are you ok? Does something hurt?" You spoke softly, trying to soothe her.

"My heart..." she mumbled.

"Baby, do you want me to call for help?" Your hands started trembling.

"They won't fix it, it's broken…" she grabbed a towel and hugged it tight. "I miss her so much…" She whispered before falling asleep.

You felt your rib cage squeezing the air out of your lungs. That's why Thomas felt so sorry. You stroked her hair as she drifted off, letting tears roll down your cheeks.

1 month ago

You never talked about what happened. She was away for a few days a week, touring around Italy. You kept waiting for her, knowing that seeing her will be enough to pay you back for all these lonely nights. But when she was coming home, it wasn't the Vic you knew. At least not in every sense.

"You know, I was thinking…" you started, teasingly kissing her shoulder.

"So you made a workout of the day?" Vic chuckled. "Sorry, what were you thinking about?" She turned to you.

"Maybe we could have dinner out, have some wine, celebrate your return home?"

"Or we could skip dinner, fuck and watch something?"

At the time you thought that she was simply tired and craved some domestic energy. But the sex became dry, mechanic, same moves, same words, same pattern. You felt like it became a chore for her, and it happened only when you initiated it. Once you stopped, your sex life died. You cried in your pillow many times, staring at her gorgeous face, fast asleep next to you. You were trying to figure her out, to find a way to fix it, to find a reason. You've ignored so much for so long, to keep that bit of happiness close. To make it last longer. But she was slipping away, and you knew it was too late to stop it.

1 week ago

"Damiano?" You waited for him to pick up for two hours now. He finally returned the call.

"Yes, I'm here." He said, his voice sounded tired and oddly disappointed.

"Well can you tell me what the fuck i just saw?" you kept scrolling on your laptop, some Instagram account posted a video of Vic in a club with some girl, kissing and getting touchy.

"I…I don't know what to say…"

"Start from not lying to me!" You yelled, the tears and made your phone completely wet, you couldn't stop shaking. "Is she fucking some other people when she's away? Because if there's one girl, there might be others."

Silence.

"Listen, you should talk to her. Please. Just try." He said calmly.

"If you were me, wouldn't you like to know?" You said, your voice cracked at the last syllable.

"She's not the first. I don't know how serious it gets but she's doing it a lot. I'm sorry."

You dropped the phone and pressed a hand to your chest, trying to prevent your heart from shattering. 'She's doing it a lot'. A woman you'd do anything for. The angel that sleeps in your bed. The one you made plans for the future with.

"...are you still there?"

Five days ago

You cried for a few hours straight, waiting for her to call you. She didn't. All she could do after all this time was to send you a long text. She apologized for hurting you. You offered her your forgiveness, you begged her to try again. You were ready to forget about it all, leave your life and travel with her to stay close. You humiliated yourself, exposed your heart and soul, just to get a text back, saying:

'Im sorry but whatever was between us, is not there anymore.I think we should both move on.'

Today

You tried to prepare yourself for that moment but you couldn't. She arrived from the airport around 10 am. You were up all night, you could barely see through your puffy and sore eyes. She looked fresh, unbothered. Vic put the kettle on and sat stood by the window.

"I wish there was some other way." She said and opened the window. The noise of the city was the only sign reminding you that what's happening is real.

"Me too. I really wish it could work, Vic."

She didn't even look at you. The kettle made a bubbling sound. Vic poured herself a cup of dark liquid and sat down by the small table you used to have breakfasts at.

"By the time you finish your coffee, I'll be gone." You said and bit on your lip.

Packing your things took just a minute, most of it was gone already. You waited till the last minute mainly to have a chance to say goodbye. You grabbed a small box and put it in the corridor.

"All done."

You stood there, awkwardly. All you wanted to do was to hold her. This one last time. Kiss her soft lips, feel her warm skin under your fingers. Smell her perfume, even though you knew it's stuck on all your clothes and will make your cry for a few more days. You wanted to tell her that it will be alright, that you can give her some time. That it will pass and that you can be happy again. That you can take the heartache and the sorrow and the unfaithfulness and forget about it. Only if she allows you to stay and try again.

But you didn't move. You grabbed the box and stopped for a second by the door. She was so still. She gave up so fast.

"I wish I wasn't broken. I wish I could love you the way you deserve to be loved."

Her words pierced your heart and reassured you that there is no hope for you two.

"Goodbye, Vic."

You felt the need to leave her building as fast as possible before the tears blind you and your stupid heart makes you go back and embarrass yourself even more. Even though deep down you knew that there was nothing to regret, nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to be embarrassed about the love you had for her.

You got out and took a deep breath, trying your best not to fall apart. But you didn't manage. The second you went outside you heard a heart wrenching wail coming through Vic's kitchen window. And then you understood that her coldness was just a facade to make your departure easier. That deep down she was hurting just as much. That she failed you, and couldn't provide the love she always thought you deserved. That she couldn't forgive herself how she broke your heart.

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lacontroller1991 · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 2: Ernest Lawrence

Main Master List || Whumptober Master List

Summary: Lawrence has been working very long and very hard hours to produce the first nuclear bomb. Long enough hours to forget a very important celebration.

Warning: language, mentions of pregnancy

Author's Note: THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DOES THIS ACTUALLY REPRESENT THE THE REAL PEOPLE. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE SCROLL AWAY.

Anyways enjoy!

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It’s 1:30 am by the time Ernest walks through the door with a sigh of relief. It was another long day at the lab and no doubt in 6 hours, it’s going to be another long day. Normally, he doesn’t complain about being in the lab, but between lecturing students, tight deadlines and aiding in the war effort it has Ernest’s eyes closing every other minute. Setting his bag down by the door, he haphazardly tosses the keys onto the counter before kicking off his shoes. He has maybe 30 minutes for a shower and food if he wants to get any sleep tonight.

Tiptoeing towards the kitchen, he flips the light switch and jumps back in surprise, seeing you sitting there, wide awake. “Damn it honey, you scared me.” You don’t make a comment. Instead, you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Didn’t you forget something?” The question is quiet but condescending. In confusion, Ernest looks around the kitchen. The table holds a few candles, no longer lit, the plate of food, no longer warm, and when he focuses on the plates themselves, he realizes that it’s your mother’s Fine China that she had gifted you and him on your wedding day. 5 years ago. His gut sinks as realization kicks in.

“Oh honey. I totally forgot.” He moves to console you but you stop him with the raise of your hand.

“I don’t know what it is that you’re doing in that lab, but surely it can not be more important than our anniversary.”

“You know I can’t tell you. I’m sorry that I forgot, but my work in the lab, it’s important.” He kneels down in front of you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, looking up at you through his glasses but you clutch your jaw and stare straight ahead, not giving him the satisfaction. How do I fix this? He may be one of the smartest physicists, but when it comes to his wife, he’s clueless. “How can I make this up?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you stand up from the chair and pull away from him, clutching your arms to your body. You want to be mad at him. You want to yell at him, and knowing him, he would honestly take it. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to. You already know it's hard enough for him working long hours and you know he barely gets any sleep, but it still hurts that he would forget your anniversary. “I don’t know Ernie. If it was any other anniversary I would’ve been ok. Still disappointed but okay. But this one? Our five years? I was just really looking forward to this one. You know that this is the longest I’ve been married given how my last one ended and yet you still missed it. I even made you your favorite dinner.” Ernest’s eyes flick back over to the table and note that indeed, you did make all of his favorite things and none of yours.

“I'm so sorry.” He moves forward, pulling you into his arms and this time you don’t pull away. Instead, you take comfort in his embrace. It’s been a month since you’ve felt the heat of his body against yours. Sure, you’ve felt his body warmth through the bed, but by the time you registered it’s him in bed, he’s already passed out. “How about we go get some sleep?”

“Ernie, I need to tell you something.”

“Yes honey?” He looks down at you in confusion and notes the conflicting emotions swirling in your eyes.

“I’m pregnant.” The ground seems to drop out from underneath him as sweat begins to form at the back of his neck. “But I don’t know if I want to keep it.” If the first comment didn’t take the world out from underneath his feet, this one sure did.

“Why wouldn’t you? We’ve talked about having children.”

“Why would I want to carry a child into this world when the father isn’t even going to be there?” Lawrence hangs his head in defeat. He wishes he could say that ‘that isn’t true’ but he doesn’t even know if it will be or not. As long as the Manhattan Project is still underway he doesn’t know.

“Do you really think that I want to be at work until 2 o’clock in the morning? Do you think that I wouldn’t rather be at home with you? Baby, you have no fucking clue how much I miss you and I want to be here for you and our child, but I need to get some sleep. Can we please go to sleep and talk about it in the morning?” His eyes are tired and it’s only in that moment that you can see just how bloodshot they are and you feel pity for him. Getting out from underneath his arms, you let go of your grudge. Taking his hand lightly, you pull him along with you toward the bedroom as Lawrence thanks God that you chose to let the subject go. The both of you get dressed into your pajamas in silence, not wanting to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Getting into bed, you decide to break the barrier and rest your head against his shoulder, hugging his arm as his eyes already fall heavy under the spell of sleep.

“I just miss you Ernie. I want the baby but also I want you to be here for the baby. I can’t do it alone.” You admit, nuzzling your head further into his shoulder as he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know honey, I know. I want nothing more in the world than to be here with you and our child. Once this project is over, I’m all yours.”

You look up through hazy eyes, “promise?”

“I promise.” He kisses your forehead once more before the both of you fall into an easy sleep in each other’s arms.

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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 9)

A thousand apologies my dearest does and bucks ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

This took much longer than anticipated; I hit a bit of a wall, and time escaped from me. But we're here! We trekkin' on! The story continues \( ᐖ)/

.... And we're actually splitting this into 3 rather than 2 because over 6k later and we're still not done yet so ahaha! Whoopsies~ (´∀｀);

｡°⚠︎°｡ Final note. This is a WARNING that this chapter includes mention of VIOLENCE, GORE, and SEXUAL ASSAULT so please read with caution if this is a trigger for you!! ｡°⚠︎°｡

Thank you all for your love and support, honestly ꨄ I've been feeling down lately and re-reading comments has really helped to boost my spirits and push me to keep going! I love y'all dearly ( •̯́ v •̯̀)♡

OK! Without further ado~ SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You venture off on your own to grab Alastor's gift, unaware of the dangers to follow... Word Count: 6.2k Chapter under the cut! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Your feet pounded on the pavement below you and you jogged towards the coffee stall. Your eyes were sharp and alert and your grip on Alastor’s microphone tight. You knew you had to be quick and extra careful now being on your own. But surprisingly enough, you weren’t afraid. Your blood was pumping with adrenaline, and with Alastor’s staff, you felt more powerful than you ever had in your entire life. It was exhilarating, to say the least.

Dodging in between sinners and recognizing landmarks, you were able to find the vendor in question without any problems. You breathed a sigh of relief, coming to a stop in front of the display table and taking a moment to catch your breath. A large, older imp with a white goatee raised an eyebrow at you questioningly from behind the counter. Finally, you stand up straight and give him a quick smile before your eyes flickered over everything he had to offer.

As much as you enjoyed some of the quirky mugs on display, you knew in your heart what you really wanted. The problem is, you only knew the bare basics about coffee; you had no idea what made a good machine or not. You glanced around at all of the modern tech and felt your shoulders sag. Alastor would hate all of these; you needed something from his time; something more classical.

“Somethin’ ya looking fer in pa’ticular dollface?”

You lifted your head to the imp across from you. He was leaning against the table with his other hand on his hip, his eyes tired and dull. You gave him a sheepish grin, clearing your throat quickly.

“Ah, yes please…” you start, “This might sound weird. I’m looking for something from the 30’s that helps to brew coffee.” a thought crossed your mind, and you could feel yourself beginning to sweat, “I… uh. Actually. I don’t even know what they used back then… A kettle? Or some sort of special press…?” Your eyes drifted down awkwardly. Satan’s Ass, you have no idea what the Hell you’re looking for. This guy’s gonna think you’re an idiot.

To your relief the imp said nothing, but you could tell he was judging you hard. He looked you up and down before simply shrugging off the table and turning on the spot. He began to shuffle through the shelving unit behind him, tea kettles and mugs clattering as he searched. The imp spoke to you over his shoulder.

“Ehhh, I don’ know girlie. I know I had somethin’ a while ago, but might’ve been snatched already.” he shuffled some more, “Antiques like dat are hard ta find, n’ when ya do, dey sell pretty quickly. Humans n’ nostalgia n’ all ‘at.”

You could feel your fingers fidgeting nervously; you really hoped you didn’t just risk your safety for nothing. The excitement from earlier was beginning to fizzle out with the thought of not being successful. Maybe you could get him a nice mug instead? Or maybe one of those cute, little stirring spoons…

“Well I’ll be blessed th’n damned again…”

You looked up to the seller to see him turn around, a crooked smile on his face as he held what looked like two glass pots connected like an hour-glass. Your eyes widened in amazement at the strange looking contraption.

“Called a ‘Silex Vacuum Siphon’. D’know what year it’s from, but ya ain't gonna find something more vintage den dis, I can guarantee.”

You tucked Alastor’s mike under your arm as you carefully took the glass contraption in your hands. It was definitely used, and could use a good cleaning. But there were no cracks or chips to be seen, no major damage that could affect its ability to brew. Given it was nearly a century old, it was in fairly good condition.

“It’s perfect.” you breathed, thumb grazing over the glass tenderly as your heart pittered excitedly. Alastor would absolutely love this, you just knew it. You had to get it for him, it was like it was destiny. Your head whipped up to the seller.

“How much?”

Said imp looked you up and down for a moment before his eyes landed near your arm. A sly smile crept up his mouth as his pupils flicked back up to your face.

“How ‘bout that fancy lookin’ cane o’ yours?”

Immediately you placed the siphon back down and clutched the microphone close to your chest, shooting daggers at the creature in front of you. “Absolutely not.”

To your relief, the imp just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “Eh. Was woith a shot.” he chuckled, helping your tense shoulders to slowly relax. His eyes darted between you and the siphon, clearly deep in thought before crossing his arms.

“400”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. For fuck sakes, you figured it would be expensive, but this was highway robbery. And you knew very well that he knew that too; he was totally upping the price knowing how desperate you are. And as much as you needed it, you didn’t have enough on you. A thought crossed your mind, something you had observed when you explored the market. With as much confidence as you could muster, you laid your hands flat on the table and leaned in, giving him a very serious look.

“200”

The imp’s smile creaked up to his ears. “375”

You had to stop yourself from smiling and breaking the facade. It was working. Thank God, he seemed like the type who enjoyed a little haggling. If you could just get him down a little more, maybe you could actually pull this off.

“250”

“350”

“300” You finally declare, before quickly adding, “And! you wrap it up nicely for me.” you stare him down, leaning back up and crossing your arms in front of you. “That’s my final offer.”

The background noise of the market droned on as you both glared at each other across the booth. Eventually, the imp’s lips curled up devilishly before giving a sigh and shaking his head.

“Ya drive a hard bargain toots. Deal.” He cocked an eyebrow and reached a clawed hand out. You shook his hand coolly, but it was so hard to contain the excitement bouncing around in your chest. There was something exhilarating about negotiating prices; you could see why some demons got such a high off of coming to markets like these. Of course, this purchase was still going to drain you of all your cash, but it was well worth it.

While he got to work bubble wrapping the siphon, you basically dumped your purse out and gave him every cent you had. He made sure to cushion the glass carefully and even found an empty box to place it in for double security. You honestly didn’t know how this interaction would've gone; you were initially worried he would’ve robbed you blind or threatened you. But as he handed you the bag with the goods and gave a final nod, you were beyond relieved to find that he actually seemed to be a decent guy. Maybe this market wasn’t completely full of thieves and swindlers like you had thought.

You were practically skipping down the alley, one hand tight around Alastor’s microphone and the other holding your precious gift (but careful not to swing it around too much). You couldn’t wait to give this to him. You could feel your whole body tingling with anticipation. You really hoped that it did make a good cup of coffee; it would be a shame if it didn’t. Even so, it was such a funky looking thing, at the very least it could make for a cool decoration and hopefully bring back fond memories… You wondered how much of a difference there was between drinking coffee from a coffee machine or a siphon. You’d have to brew a pot with him tomorrow morning and-!

Your daydreaming was instantly snatched away as you were quickly dragged into the darkness of the ally beside you.

You went to scream but a large paw had clamped around your mouth before you could utter a sound. The bag slipped from your grasp and fell to the ground with a clatter, but thankfully you kept your grip on the staff tight. You immediately went to swing your arms, but both your wrists were grabbed, looking like mere toothpicks in the claws of the Hell Hounds that pulled you in. You kicked your feet up in protest as your yells were muffled, but you were no match for the sheer strength these creatures had as they dragged you further into the darkness and away from the crowds. They hauled you backwards until you felt your heels no longer dragged, indicating you had stopped, but you were barely aware of your surroundings. You continue to thrash your shoulders around and kick your feet up, desperately trying to escape like a caged wild animal.

“Now now, there’s no reason to cause such a ruckus.”

Your eyes flash open and whip to the deep voice ahead of you. Your eyes fall onto a large silhouette leaning against the wall to your right, the brightness of the market ahead of you shading your captor’s full appearance. But as he pushed off and stepped closer, your eyes adjusted and were finally able to take in the finer details. Dripped in a rugged leather jacket and ripped jeans, the wolf looking Hell Hound sauntered towards you. His grin was fierce, and neon-yellow eyes practically glowed in the darkness. You could feel your mouth go dry and your legs turn to jelly.

Your initial frenzied shock subsiding, you took a moment to look up at your two captors holding you back, One seemed to be a tall, muscular Mastiff with a slobbery snarl, his paws holding your right wrist and shoulder. The other was a Doberman type with cropped ears and sharp eyes, gripping tightly to your mouth and other wrist. You mumble out a pathetic plea and shimmy your shoulders again, trying to get their attention and hope that they take pity, but they pay you no mind, focusing instead on their alpha.

“Don’t even bother chickie,” the silver dog snarked, making you turn your attention back to him, “We Hounds are very loyal to our pack; they’ll only listen to me.” Your eyes narrowed into angry slits, shooting daggers at the alpha. He merely snickered in reply.

“You’re probably wondering who we are,” he mused, putting his hands behind his back and calmly pacing in front of you. “Wondering what we want, why you’re here, ‘yadda yadda ya…” the dog babbled, making a yapping motion with his claws. He turned to you and gave you a cocky grin. “You should know that we don’t usually do this kind of thing… we’re actually nice guys once you get to know us!”

The two dogs behind you chuckle darkly, not at all making you feel reassured.

“We’re nothing but humble thieves,” the wolf continued, sauntering back over to you, “Steal enough to make a humble living. Only take what we need. Provide for the pack. Today was supposed to be like any other…”

The alpha’s yellow eyes suddenly grew dull, his smug smile slowly falling to a sneer as he stopped in front of you. The look on his face made a nervous shudder crawl down your spine.

“... Until that ugly ass, bob-cut bastard stepped in.”

Bob-cut…? What in the Hell is he-

“Tyrion was so sneaky about it too, I was sure the wallet was as good as ours.” the wolf continued, his voice a mix of sorrow and venom. “But then that red-clad fucker saw him and…” you noticed his paws clench into tight fists, his eyes narrowing angrily.

Red-clad… Oh god… could he mean?

“I saw it with my own eyes. That mad-man butchered him like a pig. Didn’t even give him a chance to apologize or make amends.” His nose was scrunched up in rage before it softened, his eyes holding the tiniest bit of horror, “But I think what was the most haunting was the way that creep smiled the entire time. Almost as if he was enjoying it.”

… God fucking damnit Alastor.

“You seemed like such an easy target too.” the alpha’s neon eyes flicked up to you. “We didn’t realize what kind of monster you had on a leash.”

You felt your heart sink into your stomach as you recalled that wild look in Alastor's eyes earlier, the way his smile seemed sharper... Damnit, you felt so stupid now. How did you not notice? Dear God, how many others had died today by Alastor’s hands? It was clear that this ‘Tyrian’ was trying to steal from you, but did that really warrant death? You felt a twinge of guilt settling in your stomach.

“So when my boy’s noticed you gallivanting on your own, I couldn’t believe our luck.” the wolf chuckled, leaning in closer until you were face to face, “You seriously made our job so much easier.”

Your cast-down gaze immediately scrunched into one of distrust, feeling your body become on-edge as you focused back on your captor. The wolf smirked at your helplessness, eyeing you up and down before his gaze fell to your left hand. His eyebrows shot up in interest.

“And look at this!” He taunted, leaning back up and reaching for Alastor’s staff, “You even brought us an apology gift! What a nice little girl~”

Your eyes widened in horror, trying to jerk your hand away from the wolf’s grasp. But the Doberman held your wrist tight, making it near impossible for you to do anything as the alpha grabbed hold of the microphone and ripped it from your grasp. You let out a whimper of despair as it left your hand, to which the silver dog’s ears perked, and turned to give you a hungry look.

“Hmmm, what a pretty sound. Almost makes me want to hear it again~”

You could feel your blood boiling at his words, and in a fit of rage, you kick your feet up aggressively. To your dismay, the leader jumped out of the way in time, a joyous laugh escaping his muzzle as he hopped to the side. The two dogs holding you immediately tightened their grip on you, pulling you back and holding you more securely. You huffed through your nose like an angry bull, shooting the wolf a venomous glare as he howled and dusted off his jacket.

“Wooh! And feisty too. Gotta admit, that just turns me on more~” he grinned, showcasing his sharp fangs and blackened gums. His pupils flicked between his friends, “Do me a favor boys, secure those legs of hers so she doesn’t do that again.”

Almost immediately, the two henchmen each step on your feet with their large paws, pinning your feet underneath theirs. You try to lift your legs up and away to test your mobility, but sure enough, your feet were locked in place. Panic started to settle now realizing just how much trouble you were in, and instinctively, you jut your shoulders out aggressively to try and once again escape. The wolf snickered at your struggles, slowly moving closer to you.

“Now originally, we were just going to kill you and leave it at that.” the alpha hummed, eyes slowly grazing your body, “But hey, why stop there? Why waste a perfectly good meal without getting the chance to have a bite~”

Faster than lightning, his free paw came up and slashed at your chest, making you cry out in pure agony underneath the Doberman's paw. White specs blotted your sight as your mind froze in shock. You didn’t have to look to know; you could feel what he had done. Your body felt both cold and hot, from where your dress was torn and your body exposed to the air, and from where you could feel your blood begin to soak into what remained of your dress. You tried so hard to not make too many noises after the wolf's disgusting words, but the way your skin was burning, it was hard not to. Your eyes were beginning to water as you focused your attention back on the leader. Guilt be damned, you didn’t feel a thing for these bastards anymore. You wanted to make them hurt the way they hurt you.

Outrage helped you find the strength to thrash around again, desperately trying to free your limbs so you could land a punch, a kick, anything. The Hell Hound took a step back to avoid your violent thrashing, chuckling at your display and licking his lips.

“Calm down now Sheila, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. It will be over before you know it…” He began his advance again, and you could feel your skin begin to prickle with panic. You continue your thrashing, lifting your legs and pulling at your arms, hoping that something would give way before it was too late.

And by the grace of God above, you felt your left shoe loosen under the paw of the Doberman.

An opportunity.

You spring into action, giving your left knee one final thrust upwards, making your foot pop out of your shoe and free from its confinement. Without even thinking, you slam it down hard into the Doberman’s bottom foot, making sure to dig your heel in deep. The skinny dog howled in agony, his grip on your arm and mouth loosened, giving you the chance you needed to act. As he bends over to grab at his tender paw, you bring your left arm across your chest and swiftly ram your elbow right into his muzzle. The force, along with his now injured foot, is enough to send him toppling over and slamming onto the ground, clutching his now bloodied nose.

Not wasting a precious second, you take the momentum from your left elbow and swing it over to your right, turning your body and socking the Mastif right in the face. He too yelps in pain, letting go of your right arm and freeing your other foot. As he steps back, distracted by the punch you landed, you grab him by the shoulders and lunge your left knee square into his groin. The Hell Hound let out a pathetic squeak as he immediately crumpled to the ground, curling into fetal position as he cradled his tenders.

Two down. One to go.

“Oh you BITCH!”

Right as you turn to face the wolf, his arm was already raised and ready to strike, swiftly bringing it down and backhanding your cheek. You cry out in pain, the sheer strength knocking you off your feet and making you fall harshly on your backside, cracking your head on the pavement. Your bun had come undone, your hair curtaining your glassy gaze as you watched the alpha throw the microphone to the side and stomp towards you. Too dazed by the blow, you felt him come down on you and straddle your hips, bringing his paws down over your throat.

“You think you’re tough shit girlie?” he snarled, his grip on your neck tightening, “Let’s see how tough you are once you beg for mercy.”

You gasped for air desperately, your hands clawing at his paws and legs kicking out behind him. Your heart was racing anxiously, eyes darting all around you to see if there was anything around that could help you. A shimmer of light catches your eye, and you're just able to turn your head ever so slightly to your right. Your silver hair pin glistened in the light beside you, like a gift from God himself.

You turn your attention back to the wolf, not wanting to reveal your plan to him. You could feel your vision begin to spot from lack of oxygen, but you stretch out your right arm, desperately trying to reach the pin without making it obvious. You felt the cool metal suddenly come in contact with your fingertips, rolling it closer to you into it finally was tight in your fist. With as much strength as you could muster, you swing your arm up and over, stabbing your assaulter right where his shoulders met his neck.

The wolf immediately howled in pain, rolling to his side and off you to grasp at the makeshift weapon lodged in his neck. You gasped for breath, feeling your blurry vision slowly speckle back as you choked in air. Exhaustion was taking over at this point; your head felt heavy from all the blows, and you could feel your body becoming numb from the blood-loss. Your eyes lazily scanned the area until they locked on Alastor’s mike, and you knew this would be your last chance if you wanted to survive this.

You force your weak body to move, crawling on the ground as quick as you could towards the staff, scratching your arms and stomach as you went. You whimpered in agony, wishing to just give up and let sleep take over. But Alastor was waiting for you. Your friends back at the hotel were waiting. You couldn’t give up, not after coming this far.

Finally, you manage to stretch out and grab the mike, pulling it close to your mouth and taking a big breath.

“ALAS-!”

A fuzzy hand gripped your ankle and yanked you whole body away, making you cry out in fear as your plea was cut off. Your body scrapped painfully on the ground, dirt and tiny rocks grating against your open wounds. You whip your body around, cane still tight in hand and flinging it over to strike your opponent. But the wolf caught it skillfully in his paw, his pupils constricted and baring his fangs, the fur on his neck now sticky and tainted red.

“Enough of this shit.”

The hound threw the staff out of your grasp and to the side, straddling you once again, but this time pinning both your arms over your head with one arm and leaning over you dangerously. You sobbed out in agony, your mind desperately telling your body to fight, but too exhausted to react. The alpha sneered down at you, panting and eyes wild with fury.

“Believe me when I say I find no pleasure in killing.” he growled, his hot breath hitting your face and making you whine out in dread. “But now…” The dog began to raise his free arm high in the air, his claws extracting with a sharp sound.

“I’m gonna enjoy watching you bleed out.”

A sob escaped your throat, tears streaming down your face in thick streams. This was it. This was going to be how you died. You had never actually died in Hell yet, and a part of you was scared. How long until you came back to life? Would you remember any of this… Fuck, would you remember anything at all? You couldn’t imagine a life outside of the hotel, not now. Not without the friends you've made. Certainly not without Alastor. The thought was unbearable.

His arm came down swiftly, and you cried out in terror, shutting your eyes tight and turning your head, trying to block out the nightmare in front of you. You heard a slash of skin being torn and felt your whole body tense at the sound. You waited for the searing pain, for the blood to gush out from you until you became numb.

But oddly enough, you didn’t feel anything.

You dared to peek up at the wolf on top of you, a peculiar look on his face as he was frozen in mid swing. His eyelid twitched, mouth partially open before his top half suddenly began to … slide?

“Funny you should say that, I was thinking ₮ⱧɆ ɆӾ₳₵₮ ₴₳₥Ɇ ₮Ⱨł₦₲.”

Before you could comprehend where the voice came from, the wolf's upper body slid clean off his waist, toppling to the side and beside you on the ground. You slowly sat up, unable to speak as blood began to pool around you, both from his severed chest and his hips and legs. A large black tentacle came up from behind you and grabbed onto one of the wolf's ankles, picking up the severed lower section and flinging it off of your body. You blink in recognition, feeling your initial shock subside and your chest tighten with hope. You turned around towards your saviour, but had to hold in your gasp at the creature behind you.

Microphone once again tight in his grasp, this demon was as tall as the buildings surrounding you; body barely able to fit between the narrow alleyway as he bent over you. Horns tripled in size and much more resembled deer antlers, black tentacles splayed from his back and writhing around, huge hands and talons sharp, eyes black as night and scarlet pupils in the shape of dials, and a red ‘x’ on his forehead burning brightly.

You had never seen Alastor in this state; in his true demonic form. You almost didn’t believe it was him. But his characteristic smile was ever present, your skin feeling that familiar buzz of electricity from his sound waves. You knew just how powerful he was, but to witness him at his full potential, it truly was a sight to behold.

The giant form was watching you this whole time, dials flickering over your tiny body below him. From your face, to your torn chest and dress, to your bloodied legs, and back up to you. You felt a chill crawl down your spine as you locked eyes, your breath catching in your throat. Any other person would have been terrified looking up at such a creature, but oddly enough, you felt the safest you had ever been. Though you could feel the outrage that was emanating from his very body, you could sense the recognition in his eyes, the kindness deep within those haunting eyes.

The clatter of a loose can snapped you both out of your gaze, Alastor whipping his giant head up and forward, once again sharp and on alert. You heard a whimper of fright and manage to notice the Mastiff tumble out from the shadows and begin to run, yelling like a child and scrambling to get as far away as possible. There was a sudden buzz in the air, the Radio Demon’s smile curling up on his face and drooling blood. A chilling laugh escaped his throat, his jaw practically unhinging like a snake.

“Well that was not a wise decision on your part…” Alastor growled, his voice deeper and booming as the sound practically shook the ground beneath you. His large body began to move forward, crawling like an animal and the screeching of static ringing out in the air.

“Don’t you know a hunter ⱤɆⱠł₴ⱧɆ₴ ł₦ ₳ ₲ØØĐ ₵Ⱨ₳₴Ɇ??”

The Overlord pounds forward, surprisingly fast for his size as the Hell Hound screeches in horror, sprinting further into the darkness of the alleyway ahead. You sat in the pool of the alpha’s blood, still stunned at the events of this afternoon and unable to do anything other than sit and stare. You numbly look over to the severed wolf beside you, his eyes already glossy and deprived of any life.

One.

You look back up to the large lanky demon stomping forward, laughing maniacally as whimpered screams of the Mastiff could be heard bouncing off the brick walls.

Two.

You blinked for a moment, your brain slow to process, but eventually catching up to the current events and what seemed wrong about this picture.

Fuck.

Where was the Doberman.

You heard some shuffling from behind a dumpster and whip your head over, your previous question instantly being answered. The skinny dog limped forward, eyes locked on Alastor and unaware of you watching him. He limped forward, his right paw still sore from you stomping on it. But his arm was tucked into his jacket suspiciously, and you felt your eyes narrow dubiously. A soft click snapped from inside the cloth, and the Doberman pulled out what appeared to be a gun, pointing it right at Alastor’s back.

But there was something about this weapon that made you feel uneasy. The silver finishes that swirled around it, the way it practically radiated light in the darkness. There was something about this weapon that felt unnatural; like it didn’t belong in this world.

It seemed almost… Holy…

You felt your blood run cold.

It was all a blur. Rage and fear had taken full control of your body. Whatever exhaustion you had felt earlier was forgotten, whatever aches and pains slowing you down were no longer a hindrance. Completely fuelled with adrenaline and desperation, you scramble forward, bending over and grabbing your hair pin splayed on the ground. You sprint at a speed in which you never had before, screeching out Alastor’s name in warning before leaping onto the hound from behind.

The Doberman shouted in protest, raising his arms in defense and misfiring. The sound ricocheted off the walls, causing the Radio Demon to whip his head around, mouth half full of the Mastiff to a sight truly unbeheld.

Your legs tight around the Dobermans waist, your one hand gripped at his head while the other continuously stabbed him in the neck. The dog clawed away at your arms desperately, howling out in pain as blood began to gush from his throat. But his screams were nothing compared to yours. Like a wild animal, you shrieked in fury, holding him tight and eyes feral as you punctured his neck again and again. The Doberman’s eyes eventually rolled to the back of his head, falling to his knees and landing face first on the ground. But as you went down with him, you continued your assault, kneeling over him with both arms overhead and slamming the hair pin into his back again and again and again.

Alastor watched from afar, jaw hanging open and the Mastiff’s carcass falling out from between his razor teeth. Never had he imagined he would see a spectacle such as this, certainly not from the likes of you. Not the girl who sang jazz in the kitchen, laughed at his horrendous puns, and slept so peacefully in his presence. He was convinced you were an angel in disguise, too pure for this damned world.

And yet.

Here you were, stabbing and slashing and drenched in another's blood.

And he got to witness it.

Your furious screams started sputtering into sobs, and Alastor immediately snapped out of his thoughts. He immediately shifted into the shadows, slithering to you at lightning speed and emerging beside you, back to his regular appearance and hesitating a moment before gently placing both his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/n,” he spoke tenderly, “Y/n, darling. It’s ok. He’s gone. You’re safe.”

The sound of his voice made you whip your head up to him, snapping you out of your daze. Your eyes were wide with horror making Alastor flinch, unsure how you were going to react. Immediately, you turn your upper body to him, grabbing onto his cheeks with bloodied hands and inspecting his face all over.

“Are you ok??” you sob, eyes panicked and looking all over his body, “you didn’t get hit, did you?? God please tell me you’re ok!”

Alastor blinked back his confusion, his eyebrows furrowing at your words. “Of course I’m alright my dear, whatever do you-!”

A glimmer of light caught his eye, and his gaze was momentarily pulled away from your frantic face. Upon laying eyes over the peculiar weapon, he felt his eyes widen in recognition. There was no mistaking the silver swirls decorating the gun. He had heard rumours of such weapons, not yet having the pleasure of seeing anything of the like in real life.

He had heard the gunshot earlier, and was worried you were on the other end of the rifle which had triggered him to turn. But he hadn’t considered that the bullet was intended for him. Of course, a regular bullet wound was of no concern to him, he had survived much worse.

But a bullet from an angelic weapon?

As he formed the picture in his head, you calling out his name desperately and your sudden panic for his well being, it didn’t take him long to put the pieces together.

You didn’t kill out of self defense.

You had killed to protect him.

You had killed for him.

His mind was tumbling with this new wave of information and emotions, something that he didn’t often struggle with. But he felt your hands slip away from his face, causing him to focus back on you. Your head was bent down, hair draping over and covering your face, and soon your shoulders began to tremble. The distinct sound of you crying caused a jolt to shoot up Alastor’s spine, and immediately he lowered a hand under your chin to tilt your head up towards him. Sure enough, big salty tears were streaming down your face. But what caught him the most off guard was the weepy smile spread across your face.

“Thank God.” you wept, your voice so soft he almost didn’t hear it, “I-I was so worried… I couldn’t live with myself if…” your lip trembled as you burst into tears. Whether they were tears of relief or fear, he wasn’t sure, but one thing was for certain.

Alastor had never seen someone so shaken at the thought of him dying.

And that made him feel… something.

But he didn’t have time to delve into that. Not right now. He had to address this situation before he could dissect his thoughts. He knelt beside you, truly taking in your state of dress and being. Your dress was torn to shreds and blood-soaked, your chest bearing deep claw marks, the side of your head had dried blood spilling from your hairline, cheek swollen, scrapped stomach and legs, and bruises scattered all over your body.

Rage swelled up in his body. Furious at the hounds who did this to you. Bitter at you for thinking that going off on your own was a good idea. And most of all, outraged at himself for allowing this to have happened in the first place. And when that last thought trickled into his brain, he felt something else slither in his mind to replace that anger. An ancient feeling he hadn’t felt in a very long time; ever since he was alive.

Guilt.

What a terrible emotion. He hated it with every fiber of his being. He never felt regret or sorrow for the actions he took since descending to Hell. Why would he when dealing with demons and creatures alike that he saw as mere obstacles in his way? But as he looked down at your crumpled form, his usual sunny sparrow clipped of her wings and trembling before him. Knowing that he had broken his promise of protecting you…

His eyebrows furrowed, ears falling flat on his head as his jaw clenched tightly.

Of course, you weren’t at all aware of the torment currently happening in Alastor’s mind. You were just so damn relieved he was ok, and that you were alive to tell the tale. Your choked sobs were slowly lessening, trying to focus on your breathing and just so freaking grateful to still have oxygen in your lungs. As you took deep breaths to calm your racing heart, you could feel your eyes growing tired, body slowly relaxing finally knowing the horror was over. The aches and pains were coming back to life, your chest especially burning painfully and your dress sticky with blood. Whatever adrenaline that was pumping through your veins was fastly subsiding, blood loss making your head heavy and limbs numb.

You didn’t even realize you were falling over until you felt long arms catch you, holding you up so you didn’t hit the ground. You could hear the familiar buzz of Alastor’s radio-like voice speaking to you, but your head was swimming, and your ears weren’t able to pick up what he was saying. You tried to look up at him, but your vision was so blurred, he was just a red fuzz in your eyes. You were so tired; you just wanted to sleep. And Alastor’s body was so warm and familiar, it was like a comforting blanket. You leaned in closer to his body, desperate for that feeling after such a harrowing event.

You could feel yourself fading fast, and a single thought emerged that made you panic a moment. The bag. The present. You can’t leave that damned thing behind. You reached out a hand and lazily padded at Alastor’s chest, mumbling out a string of words that you prayed made sense. The red blob tilted to the side, and you knew he was confused, but you couldn’t fully explain yourself. He was smart, you knew he would figure it out. And you knew he would take care of you; you were in safe hands now.

You could finally allow yourself to sleep.

Your vision was quickly dimming, darkness beginning to surround you until eventually your eyelids fell shut and you blacked out completely.

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vanillaxoshi · 1 month

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Part 2 of tremors and motor skills control, more specifically the aftermath of the mission

Cahaya felt numb the whole way back to the station.

He can still feel Fang softly dragging him and whispering something to him.. probably asking him if hes ok, he doesn't even bother try telling him he didn't hear a single thing he said. Though he has the slightest feeling that Fang already knows that and is only talking to both comfort him and to fill in the void between them; he has been zoned out for the past few hours now

He can feel petir's and tanah's eyes watching him. Daun and the others are trying to treat air as best they could

Daun looked drained tho, but the last time he saw him Daun was screaming that he needed to be there to heal air.

That was 4 hours ago.

He.. he doesn't know how to feel, mind too busy with the events that transpired

He can't help but think back to the mission.

That cursed mission.

That stupid planet. The people of said planet. They call themselves "The Enlightened" (he notes to himself to research about them)

They were.. friendly. So friendly it was borderline creepy even, the sudden mood shift was shocking to the point it caused everyone (kokotiam) to be on edge

They were apparently excited to meet them (normally you don't try to assassinate people you're excited to meet); they constantly praised them, smiled, and gave them gifts.. some tried to outright touched him

He didn't know how it happened.. but he somehow got seperated from the others and was pulled by their leader (genuinely he didn't know, he was flanked by both Fang and Petir)

The leader honest to God creeped him out the most, he looks at him with this... glint in his eyes that he just doesn't understand, he could lie to himself and say it was.. uh.. fondness? Or excitement.. or maybe relief?

But the way he looked at him like as if he knows him, despite them never interacting once in Cahaya's very short 15 years of life

One thing Cahaya does know is that the supposed leader of 'the Enlightened' was studying him, looking at him like he was prey that was riped for use. But at the same time.. he looks at him like he was salvation, a symbol of hope.. like he was some.. some Go-

"Its fantastic to know that The Light had chosen a successor," the leader's words cuts his thought process

"Uh.. what?" Cahaya asked dumbly. Now cahaya always prided himself for his intelligence of words in situations, but even he could admit that was just stupid

It seemed to amused the leader though if his light chuckle was anything to go by. Score

"We were told that he had fallen, but I knew we couldn't trust those words, mere rumors they are to discourage us" the leader frowned. But just as it appeared, it disappears; replaced with a smile

"Its good to know he chose a strong and smart one too, smarts that could rival his own." The leader placed his hand on cahaya's head, patting it like he was some dog. It unnerved him

"We have waited for any sort of signs of his return, but it seemed he has bestowed it upon you to continue his legacy." The leader's hands now are touching his shoulder. It burns

"Know that we are on your side and will fight valiantly for you," he said with an odd tone. To be honest Cahaya is kinda zoning out, the previous events finally catching up to him

Its kinda.. overwhelmi-

"Though it seems you won't be needing us with how powerful your blast no matter tragic that may be. Your control was simply.. divine." The way he said it made Cahaya shiver and uncomfortable, especially as the Leader is kinda gripping his shoulders now. It hurts

"I will say that those... others.. will be slowing you down, but it seems you know what your doing with how they were protecting you, puppets i presume" (he feels something inside of him getting angry at hearing those words)

"The Light must be very proud of you," the Leader smiled at him (hes scared, why is he looking at him like that) holding his hands softly now, very gently. Its burning him. It hurts. Stop touching him.

Just stop it.

STOP

"Who are you talking about..?" He managed to get out between the haze, it only makes the leader squeeze his hands

"Why the eternal Ret-"

"GET YOUR HANDS OF HIM"

The leader let go of cahaya's hands as Fang shoved him and stood infront of him, protecting and even covering him from the leader's view. Didn't really work since there wasn't a massive height difference but appreciated nonetheless

His chest loosened and the hazy feeling dispersed a little bit, only to feel warmth as he felt his hand being held by Fang and his other being held by Petir (he didn't realize his hands started shaking)

It seems Petir misunderstood his shaking hands for something else as sparks started to surround him.

Hes glaring at the leader

"It seems you even have a shadow wrapped between your fingers, how wonderful," the leader exclaimed delighfully seeing the two hold hands, he was not able to see Petir holding his other due to it being covered by Fang.

He heard Fang and Petir saying something.. maybe they're yelling, he can't really tell right now

He let go of Fang to side hug Petir, partially due to being overwhelmed but also due to the sudden feeling of needing to feel safe. 'Abang will protect me' his head comforts him

Petir gently shifts his hands to a comfortable position and in a way hes able to fight if need be. Hes now hugging petir's arm

He can still hear yelling its lowder and crowder (is there more people?). He doesn't hear a thing though as his mind slowly drifts off, too tired of the events of today

But there was one thing he heard loud and clear.

"We will be waiting for you successor."

He doesn't know what it means

It scares him

This is a gonna be a lot longer than i intended it to be but uhhhh next part would be the confrontation/questioning between Cahaya and the other over what the heck happened.

Because everyone (except angin and api) knows Cahaya shot Air

Ok then, seems like this cult is a lil messed up, and creepy cuz like damn, leave my boy alone

Also Petir and Fang just protecting him is cute

Hope though theyd understand/know Cahaya didnt mean that shot

But that still raises questions to what that cult was on about

#boboiboy #xoshi asks #xoshi answers #bbb septuplet au #maiprim scenarios

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tragedyofdevotion · 2 years

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This request just radiates crack energy. Imagine Jamil dating his s/o a lazy bum who is always hungry, sleepy, and loves telling bad jokes and puns. But as soon as she's given a task (e.g. cleaning, cooking), she becomes a master at the task. She also has gorilla strength and cheetah speed. Apologies for this specific and weird request.

“Jamil~~~I am bored~~~

Let’s go sleep together. I found a new nap spot in the courtyard. You will be surprised to see it because it is a place neither Leona-senpai nor Silver-senpai has found. Or…Do you want to go to Sam’s store. I heard there is a new candy brand there.”

You hugged your boyfriend from behind, or more like clung to him like a koala.

You are at Scarabia's, bothering Jamil who is preparing dinner for Kalim. As always, he is busy with all his work. Although you understand his duties as Kalim's caretaker and vice dorm leader, you wanted him to pay attention to you a little. You two didn’t have a real date for like 2 months.

“Y/n, you know I have work to do, don’t you? If you are bored, why don’t you go play together with others for a while?”

“Humph! Jamil Viper- senpai! You think I am a 5-year old? I know now! If you finish your work earlier, will you spend time with me? Then, off I go!”

Jamil sighed to himself, preparing himself for the mess you are about to made.

But still it is a bit weird that you left quickly. Did you have something important to do today? Normally, you wouldn’t leave even if he kicked you out.

….

About half an hour later, you came back, both hands full of snacks.

“Look! Kalim gave me coconut juice and some cookies. And I remembered you haven’t eaten lunch today and brought it to you. Here have some.”

“Thank you, y/n.” Jamil smiled at you but unlike usual his smile was a little weak. Maybe he is a little tired. You remembered Kalim gave you some candies, too. Maybe Jamil will like it.

“Jamil-senpai,” you said, taking the candies out of your pocket, “Here, candies, for you. Kalim gave it to me.”

Jamil stopped slicing the tomatoes, and looked up at you.

“Y/n, didn’t you tell me that you are going to help my work. Then why are you here?” Jamil asked, looking teasingly at you.

At that, you replied with a smug face. “You will be surprised to know that it’s all done! Kalim’s room, your room and the dorm lounge, they are all sparkling. And Kalim gave me those snacks as thanks. What do you think? Did I do great? I am a good girl, right? Then let’s go and sleep. I am sleepy from all the work.”

“But y/n, you just woke up from your afternoon nap only about an hour ago.”

“Does it matter? I want to sleep with you NOW! Isn’t it alright? All your work is done, too.”

Since he seemed so reluctant on your idea, you used your final weapon, which is looking at him with puppy eyes.

“Fine, but I won’t sleep, ok? I will be reading beside you.”

“Deal! I am happy if I can cuddle you. You are my favorite body pillow after all.”

NOTE: This is my first time writing for requests. So, I don't know if I did it right.😖 And I hope you don't mind that this became a scenario.😵‍💫 I also know that I missed a lot of facts from the request. But I started writing and there was no place to add those in this scenario. Sorry about that 😐😓

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amournoir · 2 years

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𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 — 𝟐

Pairing(s): Elijah x Reader, Klaus x Reader, Rebekah x Reader

Count: 6.4k

Warnings: angst maybe?

Author’s Note: hello, my name is aurora & this is my first fic on tumblr. this is part 2, part 1 will be linked below, please go read that if you haven’t yet. thank you so so much to all the feedback, it meant a lot! i absolutely loved reading everyone’s comments and suggestions/questions that were given/asked in private. anyways i’ll end this so you can get on with reading, please let me know what you think of this part as well. ok byee! oh btw, please comment and reblog :)

Part(s): one┆two (currently reading)┆three

It had been hours since their captors had last fed them but Y/N would not give them the satisfaction of begging. If she were to die of hunger, so be it. Niklaus had finally fallen asleep but it hadn’t been out of choice. Their captors grew tired of his coughing just like Y/N had and snapped his neck.

The entire time she had been there, she looked around for any clues. Anything that could give her the ghost of a hint as to their whereabouts. Nothing had stood out, there were no noises of anything, not birds or cars or people. Where on earth could they possibly be that was silent as the grave? They still had to be in New Orleans because she could feel it.

One of the men, Caspian, had been charged with guarding them. Y/N could tell this wasn’t something he particularly wanted to do but he couldn’t exactly refuse either. He had been kind– as kind as any captor can be. He was a vampire, the oldest out of the rest yet still the youngest compared to the immobile original.

“Here you go, Y/N. Don’t tell anyone.” Caspian handed her a frosted brown sugar cinnamon pop-tart.

Beggars, not that she was one, could not be choosers besides she needed all the sugar she could get. Without wasting a second, she hungrily lunged for the treat and reveled in its taste. He had warmed it for her then placed it on a paper towel. The warmth of the snack in her hands felt so good. The cell was beyond cold so this felt wonderful. Should she eat it or cuddle with it? It was so warm but she was so hungry.

She chowed down the snack without debating the issue further, a few tears had dropped. She knew she wouldn’t be leaving here alive and her last meal was a warm pop-tart. I mean, there were worse ways to go. Y/N looked up at him and gave him a sad smile, he knew what she meant. He put his hand through the bars and held hers, gently caressing the back of her hand.

“Thank you.” Was all she said. That's all that needed to be said.

He nodded and pulled his hand back then got up from the squatting position he had been in. Casting one last glance at her, he left and closed the doors. Once again, she was alone. With a sigh, Y/N pulled herself into the fetal position and turned around.

Hours had gone by, the sun had already set and the darkness was greeting the sky, taking its time as it rose. It had rained that morning and little puddles had formed, Y/N watched the sunset through the puddles. The reflection of the pink and red hues with some purple, made her smile. Caspian had purposely left the door open but only enough for her to see what she needed to see. She’d thank him if she could. Now there was nothing but darkness all around her, literally and metaphorically.

The place they had been held at was a home that had been remodeled inside with cells. It explained how she saw outside, how their captors came and left so quickly, and why they couldn’t hear anything. The house was spelled and most likely hidden in plain sight. This wasn’t rushed, the floors were cement and were far too cold which meant they had been remodeled at least months ago. The walls were pitch black but not as cold as the floors, they echoed if you were to hit them hard enough. There was absolutely nothing in this house besides the cells and the bright white light fixtures that hung in the makeshift hallway.

Niklaus had been awake but he remained quiet. There was nothing to be said, he knew he could never apologize for everything that had led them here. I mean he could but it wouldn’t mean a damn to her.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” He whispered but she heard him, sounds easily carried between these cells.

“Don’t.”

“If I could just–”

“You can’t, so stop.”

He sighed in defeat and leaned his head on the wall. Her voice was cold and monotone, the lightness that was once there couldn’t be found now no matter how hard anyone would try. She was only this way to him. He deserved it though. Niklaus was about to try conversing with her and would fail yet again, though try nonetheless but the ruckus outside caught his attention.

Sounds of flesh tearing, growling, chanting, and screaming filled their ears. Y/N pulled herself up and walked to the bars of the cell, eager to greet her savior. She looked over and he had the same look on his face, their freedom was mere moments away. The voices outside lowered and eventually stopped altogether, it was silent. If everyone was dead, why weren’t they free yet?

The hideous mahogany door opened to reveal two of the captors, one witch, and him. Y/N fought very hard not to let her smile grace her face. She stood there and watched him. As always, he was impeccably dressed, he wore his darkest suit with the iconic handkerchief tucked in the breast pocket. They were all embroidered with his initials, E.M. The white sleeves of his shirt maintained their pristineness. Everyone else parted like a sea and he walked through just as he had outside. Y/N concluded that the sounds were from his siblings instead because he looked completely untouched.

“Brother.” Niklaus walked forward from the corner he had been hiding in. “Took you long enough.”

“Why yes Niklaus, I should have torn through this city for you.” his glorious voice filled Y/N’s ears, a hint of sarcasm playing behind and within each word.

“Yes, you should have. What if I were dead?”

“Oh I would thank them for it.” Elijah exaggeratedly sighed, bored of the exchange already.

If pictures could be put in dictionaries and thesauruses, a photo of Niklaus would cover an entire page under ‘drama’. He is easily the most dramatic person to ever have existed. Elijah walked forward until he stood in front of Y/N’s cell. He had been looking at her the entire time since he stepped foot inside, looking for any signs of pain or damage. Truthfully, he had torn the city apart just not for Klaus. Elijah rarely ever raised his voice but the moment he had learned of her disappearance, his bellowing sent chills that could be felt deep in the bones and veins and arteries.

There she was, unhurt, smiling at him. Her hands were dirty and shackled, her hair was unruly, her clothes had dust all over and still she was the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes on. He put his hand through the cold metallic-grey bars to reach for her, she extended her hand and held onto him. Though nothing was verbally said, they understood each other. He drew her hand and turned it around, placing a soft kiss just beneath her palm, on the inside of her wrist. She always loved this.

Each of his kisses had different meanings that she was well versed in by now. Forehead kisses meant goodbye unless he smiled whilst doing it which meant hello or ‘i missed you’. Wrist kisses meant ‘i love you’ or ‘you’re mine’. Then there were direct kisses that had their own set of meanings as well depending on how he kissed her.

His hand moved to her cheek and softly caressed it, letting it linger on for a few minutes. It was as though everything had stopped, no one had said or done anything. The two of them were in a world that included only them. Whenever he or she were in a room together, everyone somehow became invisible. They only saw each other.

“Why are any of you still standing there? Open this at once.” Elijah said but didn’t spare a glance at anyone in particular though they knew he was talking to them.

“We can’t.” One of the captors said.

“Can’t?” Elijah echoed the man’s words.

“Oh this ought to be good.” Niklaus grinned widely as he leaned his back against the wall. He was rather enjoying this.

“She’s not here yet. Once she returns, she’ll tell us what to do with the prisoners.” Another unnamed man spoke.

“Prisoners? What crime could I have possibly committed?” Klaus feigned his shock, still wearing that grin.

“Keep him but she’ll go.” Elijah simply said, still watching his beloved.

“We ca–”

“Speak again and you lose your life.” Elijah tore his gaze away from Y/N long enough to glare at the men in a challenging way. No one said a word except Klaus.

“Why are you saving her? What about family?”

“You plotted to slaughter and control the witches, is it so surprising brother that they wish to have you answer for those crimes? Apparently I hear you’re to stand trial.”

“You’re my brother!”

“Yes and she’s to be my wife.” Elijah responded calmly. The man never faltered in anything, especially his emotions.

“You are both right.” A new voice, a woman’s, came from the door. “We wanted a trial but decided on something else instead. You will have the option to save one, your brother or your fiancée. Will your vow of ‘always and forever’ triumph over your love for her or will you choose the life you’ve always dreamt of? Him or her?”

Silence. A pin could drop and you’d hear it. You could hear the ants outside on the dirt marching if you tried hard enough. Even the dead weren’t this quiet.

Y/N didn’t know what to think. She’d hate him if he chose Klaus but also hate herself if he chose her because he’d be killing his brother for her. She wasn’t going to tell him what to do but either way, he’d lose one of them. The bastard brother he’d known for over a millennium or the only woman he’s ever loved in his immortal life. Of course there were other women but none that he loved enough to even want to marry.

“This is absurd. I’m not choosing, they’re both leaving.”

“Yes, they will but one will be alive and the other dead.” The witch stared at him to let him know she wasn’t backing down.

“And if I don’t choose?”

“I’ll do it for you.” She responded matter-of-factly.

Elijah looked at his brother, he had an unreadable expression but he knew deep down he wanted to live. He then turned to Y/N, she was staring at the ground, she didn’t dare look at him. What sort of man would he be if he condemned his brother to death? What man is he if he lets his betrothed die instead?

He had made his decision, he just wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet. He didn’t know how this would unravel but it was either he saves one of them or sentences them both to their deaths.

“Him.” Elijah said, looking directly at the witch.

She smiled and waved her hand, Niklaus’ cell door opened. The unnamed men walked around to hold open the front door. Y/N looked up at Elijah and then down at her hands. She couldn’t look at him any longer otherwise she’d fall apart right there in front of everyone.

Elijah took a step towards her and she stepped back, he stopped immediately and watched her. She gave nothing away, even her heartbeat was steady. He took another step and once again, she moved back, he sighed and whispered ‘I’m sorry’. With a small gust of wind, he was gone. Niklaus was still there, watching everything and with one last look, he walked out of the house. A tear escaped him and before more could fall, he too was gone.

Y/N was utterly alone. She would die alone but she’d be damned if she cried about it.

“Well then let’s get on with it.”

“With what exactly?” Asked the witch.

“My death. So how will you do it? Poison, a spell, snapping my neck, beheading, tearing my heart out, slitting my throat, stabbing me to death, hanging–”

“You have a very dark mind.” The witch interrupted her, amused at all the ways Y/N had imagined her death.

“I’ve never met anyone who takes so damn long to kill someone. Get on with it or do you plan to murder me with words?”

“No one is killing you.”

Y/N sighed and sat down on the cemented floor. She tugged on the shackles to test their strength and also her own. If the witch wouldn’t end her then she’d have to, at least this way she chooses her own end. How many could say they had that privilege?

“Those aren’t long enough to wrap around your throat if that’s what you’re hoping for.” The witch ushered everyone out of the house.

“What do you want? Hmm? You say one of us will die and now you don’t have the gall to do it. So what is it? Did you think he’d choose me over his family? Thought you could use me as leverage one day? Is that what it was about?”

“Dear Y/N, this was about you. All this was to let you know where you stand in their life, his life. You’d never measure up to his family, he’d always choose them. Dear this was to free you from the inevitable pain he’d one day cause.”

“So now what? What do you want from me?”

“What if you were already married? Would he uphold the vow he made a thousand years ago or the one he’d make with you on the altar? Who would he pick then?”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond. If they were married, would Elijah have chosen her, his wife, over his stepbrother? If not, would she be able to live with that knowledge?

“My dear I don’t want anything at all from you. I just wanted you to have someone who wants you, that’s all.” With a wave of her hand, the witch opened the cell doors and Y/N’s shackles fell from her wrists.

“Why do you care?”

“Why not? We’re family.”

“Being a witch doesn’t make you my family.”

“Yes it does. Our family extends to all corners of this planet.”

“Let me go then.”

“You’re free to do as you please.”

Y/N walked slowly towards the witch then stopped in front of her. The woman turned to the side to let Y/N pass and as if on cue, the front door opened. Y/N looked at the witch then stepped out without a word. The cool night felt harsh on her skin, her hair flew all around her in a mess, blocking her vision. She hugged herself as close as she possibly could and started walking towards the city.

After half an hour or so of walking, she had finally reached. Before going there, Y/N took a walk through the French Quarter to gather her thoughts then a while later she found herself steps away from the Abattoir. How was she to explain her survival? What was she even meant to do once she was inside?

Elijah had reached home minutes before Niklaus. He didn’t bother to stop and answer his sister’s questions, he headed straight to his study. The first thing he saw was the book Y/N had been reading before she was taken, it was her favorite. He walked towards the seat and all he sensed was her. Her scent was all over the seat, he could visualize her holding the book with one hand whilst her feet were stretched out on the couch, hanging on the edge. The coffee table next to her would have bottles of water and some sort of fruit. She would be wrapped in that woven beige blanket that she loved so much, a gift he had given her on her birthday. Everywhere in this compound, he could see her. Only her.

Klaus eventually got home, he had stopped for a snack. He was greeted by silence then minutes later Rebekah walked in from the family room. He knew this walk, this was the walk she had when she was on a mission.

“About bloody time you got here.” She greeted him.

“Bekah. Now’s not the time.”

“I’ll say! We came to help you out hours ago and yet now is when you’re returning?” She asked.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I stay out past curfew?”

“Joke since that’s all you know how to do.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“How about a ‘thank you’? And while you’re at it, explain where Y/N is.”

“Why don’t you ask Elijah?”

Rebekah sighed and nodded her head towards his study. “He hasn’t left since he came. What happened?”

“Y/N died.”

“That’s not possible.”

“It is, little sister. Elijah let her die.”

“He’d never. He’s in love with her!” Rebekah exclaimed. She wasn’t buying into it, there was no way Y/N was dead. Elijah would be inconsolable if she was.

Niklaus didn’t know what to say to his little sister so he walked away towards the family room. Elijah had heard his siblings but felt no need to join in the conversation. ‘What good would it do?’ he thought to himself. The entire compound was quiet save for the noise outside. Everyone had retreated to their own corners.

Y/N walked inside the compound as quietly as she could. The compound was lacking something, it seemed a bit dead. Besides the lights from certain rooms, it was pitch black and cold. Huh, funny seeing as that was the state of Y/N’s heart. Twinsies.

She stood in the middle of the area and looked around her, her eyes stopped when they landed on the M initial that was on one of the pillars. She remembered the first time she came here. It wasn’t intentional, after her night with Klaus, she came to get answers. Once satisfied, she had left but that did not last, eventually she’d return to him and they would be together. For almost two decades they were together, they had even spent two weeks on their first date. With the attacks that always targeted his family, Klaus wanted to come back but Y/N pleaded against it. He was happy, they were safe alone. He didn’t listen and this had consequences, returning back to New Orleans had changed everything.

In no time at all, he withdrew from her slowly hoping she wouldn’t notice but she did. Y/N wasn’t one to force anything so if he wanted out, she’d let him have it. She had decided to love him and be there, and she was but his family came first. She knew this, hell if she had siblings, she’d do the same for them as well. Though what was meant to be a few days of helping family and then leaving turned into staying for good.

The last time she came here was to ask him for help though if she would have somehow predicted his response, she would’ve never asked. He practically kicked her out and ‘banned’ her from ever coming there. It wasn’t his fault, well not fully. After numerous threats and tries of harming Y/N, Niklaus saw it safe to keep her at arms length though he didn’t tell her this. She just thought he grew tired of her.

She stopped texting, calling, visiting, and would even walk on the other side of the street if she saw him outside or just simply turn around the other way. Any establishment she was in, she’d leave the moment she saw him or would walk past it if she saw him through the glass windows. She avoided him like the plague and was quite good at it…too good. With their lack of communication, neither knew what the other felt or thought so within time they grew apart.

He still loved her though. He dreamt of her at night and in the day, he saw her in every woman, he often caught himself tuning out of conversations just to be with her in his imagination. He often wondered if she still felt the same. Did she lay awake hoping she’d wake up with him next to her? Did she smile at the mere mention of his name? Did she wish for a future with him and often used his mind to escape to that world where they were happy and safe? Or did she finally see him for the monstrous bastard that he was and wished him death? He’d understand if she did. He did.

Niklaus couldn’t function knowing she was so close yet completely far away from him. He couldn’t stand the thought that one day she would love another man. That man would hold her, kiss her, make love to her, and do all the things, even the sinful ones, he wanted to do. So he did what he knew best, he compelled Y/N’s memories of him away. He would’ve done the same to himself but he couldn’t. Knowing he’d never remember her again was a gut wrenching feeling he did not want to experience.

This would have worked if Klaus knew exactly who, or what, Y/N really was. The compulsion wore off the moment he left her presence. Y/N was a witch but she was no ordinary witch, she couldn’t be further from it. Her kind could not be compelled unless the vampire stayed with that person forever or for as long as the compulsion needed to last. Also, once compelled by that person, these witches couldn’t be compelled again by the same person. So not only did Klaus’s compulsion wear off but he couldn’t ever compel her again. Also, she would remember what he did.

Compulsion may seem demure to some but it’s highly invasive to witches. To have your mind controlled or taken against your will for any use is a violation. All witches from every corner of the globe could agree with this. Hell even the humans would agree or any supernatural being.

The more she stared at the initial, the more memories flooded her head. During her relationship with Klaus that had its benefits, the witches had asked for her to work in tandem with the Mikaelsons to bring peace in the city. Klaus would often turn a blind eye to certain things or lend a helping hand here or there because Y/N asked him to. He knew the witches gained from it but he cared more about making Y/N happy even if it meant placating the witches.

After their affiliation ended, Elijah took Klaus’ place and Y/N dealt with him instead. She never minded it honestly, she would’ve never admitted to it before but she had felt some type of way for the gentleman. This was earlier before her and Klaus ever were anything serious, well as serious as they could be. At her newfound singleness, she saw no point in hiding herself from him. She had known the Mikaelson family a little over 100 years, she spent 25 of those with Klaus and the rest with Elijah…until now. It was startling that she lived so long but Y/N was no ordinary witch.

Even after all that time he spent with her, he still didn’t know what she was. No need for blame because if we are honest, neither did the witches. Weekly meetings with Elijah to discuss the partnership between the witches and the Mikaelson family or the French Quarter quickly became her favorite pastime. They would also meet at random once a week to talk, this would mostly be during dinner. Their friendship grew and became damn near inseparable.

Elijah had always thought Y/N was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on since the moment he saw her. He loved how she carried herself, how she stood up for others and herself, how she lived so freely, and mostly her light. She had this warmth that was inviting, it made you want to bask in it. He loved seeing her smile and even though she had been with his brother, he still wanted her happy. Most of all he enjoyed the peaceful quietness that enveloped them in a warm embrace. He had never been more ecstatic in his immortal life than the day Y/N and Klaus were done. If he were alone, he would’ve cheered and jumped up, fist punching in the air. He was not so he could not.

From there on, their friendship blossomed into much more. It was deeper, more intense than what she felt with Niklaus. She had been told once by her mother but didn’t know whether it was true or not. The feelings that Klaus was trying to get Y/N to forget or get over were finally gone. Once a witch of her kind had met their other half, everyone prior is forgotten. She would still remember Klaus but she wouldn’t have any sort of feelings towards him, it was similar to a vampire turning their humanity off. She would feel nothing for him.

Y/N had never been sure if this was happening to her so she ignored it. Whenever she saw Klaus, her heartbeat didn’t pick up and she didn’t see reason to turn away from him. She felt nothing. She should have been happy, this meant that Elijah was for her but she felt sad. Niklaus was alone and unloved. If hearts could break, hers would be in pieces. The more time she spent with Elijah, the stronger her feelings got. She decided to be happy and not question him so she was.

Elijah made Y/N feel wanted and worth it. Y/N made Elijah hopeful and gave him peace. She was always treated like a goddess and absolutely nothing less. He worshipped the ground she walked on and more; they were so in love it was actually disgusting in a cute way. Within no time, he knew he wanted forever with her and asked for her hand in marriage, she enthusiastically agreed.

Her heart had become as light as a feather and her smile was blinding like the sun. Even after seven decades with him, she wanted more which is why she was ready to vow forever with him. If she had the chance to be this carefree, happy, and at peace for all eternity, she’d take it in the blink of any eye so long as it was with Elijah.

Y/N had stood in that spot looking around the compound and watching as each memory played in her head. There were so many good memories here. Y/N sat down on the armchair of one of the couches and looked up at the open sky, it was a full moon tonight. The stars somehow seemed brighter and the moon was illuminating every dark crevice. She sighed softly and decided it was time. Before she even moved a muscle, she heard someone speak behind her.

“Y/N? How is this possible?”

Rebekah. Oh she’d missed her.

“Bex…hi.” Y/N turned around from her position and stood up, facing the blonde. “I can’t explain even if I wanted to.”

“Ohhh come here!” Rebekah didn’t even give the girl a moment to hear her before rushing over and wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Th-thanks. You’re…cru-crushing me.” Y/N words came out strangled.

“Sorry love.” Rebekah let go but still kept Y/N at arms length, holding onto her shoulders.

They stood there silently looking at one another. Her brothers must’ve heard because both came out of their hiding places. Niklaus leaned on the door frame of one room before slowly stalking over to them. Elijah remained still outside his study, he walked over the balcony and looked down at everyone else.

“Why did the witch let you go?” Was all Klaus asked.

“I’m fine, thanks so much for asking.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Because you're an arse.” Y/N mocked his accent on the last word.

Rebekah stifled a giggle at that. Elijah whooshed down until he was standing behind Y/N. She didn’t need to turn to know he was there. She could feel his worry wash over in waves. She could feel his coldness melt in her warm presence. A small smile found its way on her lips. All she felt was him.

He stood behind her and just stared. He could hear her heart beating calmly. He could feel his own heart match hers in rhythm. He imagined how it would feel to hold her again. Even without touching, all he felt was her.

Rebekah and Niklaus had moved over to the couches but never left the room. There was drama bound to happen and they wouldn’t miss the show. Even if they had left, they would still listen in. At least this way they wouldn’t need to imagine Y/N and Elijah’s expressions, they’d see it all.

Y/N turned around slowly and faced her fiancé. His suit jacket was off, he was only in his white dress shirt and the blackest of slacks. She reached a hand out but stopped halfway through, he inched closer to her and her hand made contact with his cheek. He was cold to the touch, she was hot. They complemented each other perfectly.

Slowly caressing his cheek, her thumb trailed down to his stubble and she smiled. He hated beards and so did she but she liked slight hair on him for…reasons. Elijah closed his eyes and sighed in content, relaxing completely. She had that effect on him, without a word she could make him do anything. No one did that. Not even his siblings.

Y/N placed another hand on the other cheek, slowly she pulled his face closer to her own. Their foreheads touched and their heartbeats mirroring each other, not that she could hear. Elijah kept his eyes closed, he just wanted to stay here holding her and feeling her. Her eyes opened and she tilted her head down a bit, soon her lips were on his.

There was no way to describe this kiss. It was a beginning and an end as well. She held onto his face whilst they kissed, his hands moved to different parts of her. One hand was behind her neck, the other was on her waist pulling her closer. He could feel it. She could too but not yet. All she wanted was to memorize this, remember this kiss and everything during it.

After a few minutes, they pulled apart. Y/N gave him a hug which he gladly returned, then she stood up on her tip-toes and placed a soft peck on his forehead. She turned and looked around the compound, her eyes landing on Niklaus. With teary eyes, she faced Elijah and sighed.

“I understand why you did it. You wouldn’t have ever forgiven yourself if you would have let him die. You would have grown to hate me or felt guilt every time you looked at me, I couldn’t– can’t live with that.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Truly, I–” Elijah couldn’t even finish his sentence. He didn’t know what to say that would make it better. He could promise it wouldn’t ever happen again but that would be a lie, he had no way of ensuring that this wouldn’t happen again.

“Everything and everyone that has come for you or this family, I have stopped them. I fought for you at every turn and I do not regret it for a moment. I have brought you back from the brink of death. I have offered up myself in order to save you more times than I’d like to admit. I have bled for your siblings and I do not blame anyone for it. I would have vowed eternity with you. I would have been your wife and if I could, I would bear your– our children. Elijah I chose you and loved you in all the ways I could. All I wanted was for you to choose me. To want me more than you want anyone else and I know that’s selfish but it’s true.”

Y/N was trying her damndest to hold back her tears but they just kept falling uncontrollably. Her voice cracked at every word, her eyes were getting redder the more she tried to contain herself. Elijah was in no better shape, his mind understood every word that she said yet it still didn’t register in his heart. He reached forward to hold her hand, maybe to console her or himself, who knew?

“I love you, please don’t. Don’t do this.” He begged. He would be on his knees if that would better his chances.

“I have to. I don’t blame you or hate you for saving your family, I understand but now I have to save myself. I want someone who wants me. If we were married, would you pick them over me? If I could have your children, would you pick them over us?”

Elijah had no answer to this. He would love to believe that he would choose his wife and kids over his siblings but he wasn’t sure of it. He knew she was right but it was breaking his heart. Each word, every sentence broke him more and more.

“I can’t tell you that. That’s no answer, I know, but I can’t tell you.”

Y/N nodded her head, at this point she was ready. Well not really but she had to pretend she was.

“I have to love myself more than I love you in order to do this.” Was all Y/N said.

She placed her right hand on top of her left and slowly, she removed her ring. She held onto it and stared at the promises it once withheld, the future that was literally on the tip of her fingers. A sob escaped her before she could stop it and in one movement, she held his hand and gently put the ring on his palm.

“No. Please don’t.” Elijah was now fully crying. His eyes were bloodshot red as he shook his head. “I love you.”

“I love you and I would do anything for you but you were willing to let me die. No second thoughts at all, no hesitation. I understand it but I don’t have to accept it, not anymore.” Y/N took a step back from him. “This is goodbye Eli. Despite it all, thank you for the decades of memories and love, I will carry it with me.”

Elijah let out a strangled sob as he placed a hand on the couch next to him for support. His heart couldn’t take it anymore and apparently neither could his feet. Tightly squeezing the ring in his hand, he let out a shuddered breath and looked up at Y/N. He didn’t want to say goodbye. He wanted to apologize and he would do it until his dying breath because he could not be away from her. What sort of life would he have without her? At that moment, he regretted his choice.

Y/N looked over at where Rebekah and Klaus had been standing, off to the side in the shadows. Rebekah was crying as well, she had placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from being heard. Niklaus’ jaw was tightened and he looked angry but the red eyes and the streams they had imprinted on his face let her know he was anything but. She offered them a small smile, she would miss them. Spending over a century with a family and saying goodbye wasn’t as easy as her mind had tried convincing her it’d be.

She looked back at Elijah who had stopped crying but was now sitting on the floor, his back against that same couch. She bent down and placed a lingering kiss on the top of his head. She leaned down further and pecked his lips so faintly, she wasn’t sure if he even felt her. Y/N got up and walked towards the compound’s exit slowly, her confidence dropping at each step. She would be an absolute mess but she was doing such a job at holding herself together. By the time she got close to the little tunnel that would lead outside, Elijah had already gotten up and whooshed in front of her.

“Don’t leave me please. I’ll do anything just please stay with me.”

“Eli I can’t.”

“Do you hate me?” He asked in the way a child would, with so much innocence and curiosity.

“I could never.”

“Will you come back?”

“You have to let me go.”

“Never. I will never let go.”

“I love you Elijah Mikaelson.” Y/N placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back gently. With her other hand, she waved it upwards and a boundary wall rose, separating them.

Elijah banged on it, looking at her in fear. The fear he felt in his nightmares when he imagined her not being there. She couldn’t do it anymore so she let go. She let her tears flow freely as her heart cried out watching him. He kept hitting the invisible wall and she cried harder. She had to hold onto the cement walls for support as she walked backwards to the gates. His screams of ‘no’ and ‘please stop’ slowly faded as she got closer. With a heavy heart that was now shattered into pieces, she turned around and left.

One step and she was outside of the Abattoir. Y/N fell to her knees and let out a scream into the silent and vast darkness of the street. Elijah heard and mirrored her, he knelt on the compound floor and sobbed loudly. Even from here, he could hear her heart beating rapidly and the tightness of her chest or was it his? He couldn’t breathe, he gasped for air and clutched his chest. The last thing he saw were the gates that the love of his life had walked through. After that…darkness and silence held him close as his eyes drooped to a close.

A/N: hello again! i wanted to answer this question here, the Camille that is mentioned in this story is not the same as the tv version, if you remember in TO, she had told Elijah that her name sounds very grandma-ish and guys use it as a way to try and pick her up in french. the Camille in this story is Cami’s (from tv show) ancestor. hope that makes sense. let me know if there are any other questions or things you didn’t quite get, i’d be happy to explain. thanks so much for reading! i hope to see you in the next part, bye!! :)

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Thirteen

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sorry it's been almost 2 weeks since I last updated this one, I hope you enjoy it <3

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September 2008

Emily yawns as she looks at the clock on the nightstand, sighing as she looks at the time. They’d just been about to settle down for dinner when Strauss called, demanding Aaron went back to the office for some paperwork that apparently couldn’t wait until Monday. He’d turned down Emily’s offer to buy a burner phone and leave Strauss some very colourful voicemails and headed back to work. It was taking longer than they’d hoped and she decides to try to get some sleep.

She’s just about to turn over, to switch off the lamp, when the door creaks open and she hears a tiny voice.

“Daddy?”

She sits up and looks over to the door and is met by the sight of Jack in his rumbled pyjamas, his hair a mess from where he’d been sleeping. He had his favourite stuffed animal, a bear she’d given him the first time they’d met, hanging from his hands and tear tracks on his face that make her heart twist.

“Hi sweetie,” she says softly, “Daddy had to go back to work for a little bit.”

“Why?” He asks, looking unsure as he gazes around the room, and she’s suddenly very aware this is the first time it’s been just the two of them alone together.

“His boss needed his help with something.”

He sniffs, wiping at his nose, “The dragon lady?”

Emily covers a laugh with a cough and makes a mental note to make sure she was more careful about how she spoke when Jack was around. She decides to change the subject, hoping he doesn’t notice.

“Are you ok, Jack?”

He looks down at the ground as if he’s embarrassed, “I had a bad dream.”

Her heart twists again, and she feels overwhelmed by the need to make it better for him. To cheer him up and fight off anything that wanted to hurt him, even if it was his own imagination.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey,” she says, itching to reach out for him but knowing it had to be his call. He stands there staring at her as if he wasn’t sure what he wants, and she smiles at him, “Did Daddy ever tell you about my magic hugs?”

He furrows his brows, looking so much like Aaron it makes her smile, “Magic hugs?”

She hums in response, nodding at him as she sits up even further in bed, enthusiasm injected into her voice as she softly encourages him.

“Remember when Daddy was sick a few weeks ago, he had a cold?” She says, and Jack nods, taking a tentative step closer to the bed, “What do you think made it better?”

“A hug?” He asks, stepping closer again, and she nods in response even though she knew it was more likely the Tylenol she’d made him take. Although Aaron would argue it was the 12 hours he’d spent with his face buried against her collarbone.

“Of course.”

Decision made, Jack finishes his journey across the room and climbs into bed with her. She pulls him into a hug and kisses the top of his head, the ache in her chest easing as he settles into her embrace.

“Do you want to tell me about your dream?” She asks, and he shakes his head, burying his face into her neck, reaching out for her hair and wrapping his fingers into it, “You just want to cuddle?” He nods, and she kisses his head again, rocking him slightly in her arms.

“Emmy?” He says eventually, and she looks down at him, smiling as their eyes meet.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“You pretty,” he says, still playing with her hair, “Like a princess.”

She’s surprised by the way she blushes. How the compliment from the almost 3-year-old means more to her than most of the things any romantic partner had said to her over the years. She clears her throat, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“Thank you, Jack.”

___

When Aaron gets home the apartment is quiet.

He makes quick work of making sure the door is locked before he abandons his briefcase over the back of the couch. Any frustration he felt towards Strauss for taking an evening with his family away from him is gone the moment he opens his bedroom door.

Emily and Jack are fast asleep on her side of the bed. The toddler is curled up around her, one hand grasping her pyjama shirt and the other his favourite teddy bear. It makes him smile, love for both of them almost knocks him off of his feet.

He does a quick version of his nighttime routine before climbing into bed with them. The dip of the mattress wakes up Emily, and she groans, blindly reaching out behind her for him.

“Aaron?”

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he replies quietly, “Go back to sleep. Sorry I was gone so long,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to her head, wanting to make sure he didn’t wake her up entirely. “Although, I’ve been gone a few hours and there is already another man in your bed.”

She chuckles, the sound hoarse with sleep, and she shifts to look at him, her eyes barely open.

“He had a nightmare,” she explains, sleeping reaching for him and patting his cheek when she sees his face fall, “He’s ok, I fixed it,” she says, not a trace of her earlier anxieties anywhere to be found.

Aaron can’t help but smile at the way she’s phrased it, or the sleepy smile on her face. He gathers her into his arms, shifting them so they were closer to Jack, the little boy just within reach.

“You fix a lot of things,” he replies, running his hand up and down her back to lull her back to sleep.

“You say the cheesiest shit,” she mumbles, “Although you might have some competition Agent Hotchner, according to your son I’m pretty like a princess.”

Aaron chuckles, shaking his head as he presses a kiss to the top of her head, “He’s not wrong, sweetheart. Go to sleep.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, and he feels her get heavier against him, her breath evening out against his neck, “More than you know.”

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“Is it bad that I’m hoping for a case?”

Emily chuckles and turns in her chair to look at Derek, smirking at the pile of paperwork on his desk.

“Last time I said something like that to Aaron he threatened to make me go to a psych eval,” she quips, and he laughs too, leaning back in his chair as he shakes his head at her.

“How did you get out of that one?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, biting her lower lip as she tries to contain her mischievous smile, “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that.”

“Oh gross,” he says, grimacing when she simply laughs louder at him, “I don’t need to know about what you and Hotch get up to.”

She rolls her eyes, swinging back and forth in her chair, “We’re both adults. And besides,” she winks at him, “You asked.”

Derek narrows his eyes at her, and opens his mouth to respond, something she was sure would have been inappropriate on the tip of his tongue, but he’s cut off by Aaron.

“Em?”

The use of her first name in the office makes concern spark in her belly, and when she turns to face him, her smile slips away entirely at the look on his face.

“Aaron, what’s wrong?” She asks, already standing up, rounding her desk to stand next to him. She has to put her hands in her jacket pockets to stop herself from reaching out for him.

“That was Jack’s school, he fell off the jungle gym,” he says, his jaw tight, his emotions ready to snap, “They think he broke his arm.”

She feels a physical ache in her chest at the mere thought of Jack being hurt. It briefly makes her freeze, but she snaps out of it - knowing she had to be there for Aaron. She gives in to her instincts and reaches out for him, placing her hand on his arm and squeezing.

“Did they take him to the hospital and call Haley too?” She asks, and he nods in response, “Then we’ll go meet her there. Go to your office and get your things.” She says, turning to look at Derek, “Morgan-”

“I’ll keep things running here, and if Strauss sticks her nose in I’ll say it was a family emergency.”

She sighs gratefully, offering him a smile, “Thanks, Derek,” she says, reaching for her bag, “I owe you one.”

“All I ask is that you stop telling me stuff about your sex life,” he deadpans, winking at her to let her know he was just trying to make her feel better.

She laughs tightly, the brief flash of levity desperately needed, and she’s already walking away when she responds. “I will when you stop reacting.”

She meets Aaron at the glass doors and walks to the elevator with him. She spots the keys to his car in his hand, and she takes them from him, before slipping her fingers between his. He looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed.

“If you think you’re driving, you’ve got another thing coming,” she says, raising an eyebrow at him as the elevator doors open.

He concedes with a sigh and a brief nod. Grateful that she was here, that she knew how to quietly look after him.

“Come on,” she says gently, squeezing his hand as she leads him into the elevator, “The sooner we leave, the sooner we get there.”

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The nurse makes her wait in the waiting room.

They’d arrived at the same time as Haley and approached the desk together, all of them saying Jack’s name in unison at the slightly startled-looking nurse at the reception desk. Emily had been poised to use her badge if necessary, her hand already reaching for it when the nurse allowed Aaron and Haley to pass before stopping her.

“Mom and Dad only I’m afraid.”

The words kept going around in her head. As did the look on Aaron’s face as he narrowed his eyes, ready to yell at anyone who would listen that she needed to go through too. She’d simply squeezed his hand and told him to go, that she’d be fine. It had taken a second but he’d listened, following the nurse with his ex-wife next to him.

She wished she could have gone with them. That she could have seen Jack herself, the quick text Aaron had sent her to assure her the little boy was fine doing nothing to make her feel better. Instead, she sits in the hallway, her leg bouncing up and down as she twists her engagement ring around her finger.

It doesn’t help that this was the same hospital Aaron had stayed in after Foyet’s attack. That this was the same waiting room she’d sat in, covered in his blood, as she struggled to come to terms with the fact she could lose him.

She has no idea how much time has passed, seconds feeling like hours, by the time she hears her name being called out.

“Emmy!”

She stands up at the sound of Jack’s voice, relief she doesn’t think she’s ever felt before flooding through her as he runs towards her, slowing down to a walk at Haley’s insistence, a broad grin on his face and a bright purple cast on his left arm. She looks just past him and Aaron and Haley are behind him, struggling to keep up with the little boy.

“Hi, sweet boy,” she says, leaning down to scoop him up into a hug. She’s as careful with his arm as she can be as she settles him on her hip. She cringes as the hard cast connects with the side of her neck, but he doesn’t react, and it settles some of her anxiety. She kisses his cheek, “Were you brave for the doctor?” He nods enthusiastically, using his good hand to reach out for her hair, tangling his fingers in the dark locks as he so often did when he needed comfort. “Look at your cast.”

“I got to choose the colour,” he says as Aaron and Haley catch up with them. He frowns slightly, “You weren’t there.”

She tenses, his innocent observation enough to make her chest tight. An accusation she knows he doesn’t mean as she has taken it finding space to take residence near her heart.

“You saw how busy it was back there Jack,” Aaron says, walking over to them, his hand gentle at the small of Emily’s back, “There wasn’t room for all of us, so Emily stayed here whilst me and Mommy went back with you.”

“I wish Emmy was there. Emmy’s hugs make everything better,” Jack says, “Like magic!”

Emily chuckles at that, kissing the side of his head, “I think my powers aren’t quite strong enough to fix broken bones.”

Haley smiles as she watches the three of them, pushing down the pain she feels, how she feels on the outside of this moment. She knows that Jack doesn’t mean he wishes Emily had been in the treatment room with him instead of either her or Aaron, but with them. He didn’t understand the complications or see the broken pieces that were all slowly slipping back into place. He just saw his family. Three adults who loved him and made him feel safe.

Jack had been infatuated with Emily as soon as Aaron introduced them, something that seemed to be mutual. Emily had a natural talent for making children feel comfortable around her and it turned out Jack was no different. It was something that Aaron had mentioned after Emily had joined the team, a half-hearted compliment as he complained about her presence when he still didn’t trust her.

It wasn’t what Haley imagined when she finally found out she was pregnant with Jack. Months, years, of waiting for the test to come back positive leading up to that moment. When she looks back at it now, it was clear that things between her and Aaron were already starting to fracture even then. Cracks appearing across the landscape of their marriage until they could no longer ignore it. And then it broke entirely.

It wasn’t what she’d imagined, but it’s what she had. She was glad Aaron had someone who loved him as much as Emily did. That he was with someone who understood him, who was able to draw out the parts of him Haley had once thought were lost.

Maybe it was time she found someone who could do that for her too.

She clears her throat, holding back a smile as Aaron and Emily look at her, seemingly only just remembering she was there.

“It’s the weekend,” she says, adjusting the strap of her purse over her shoulder, “So as long as you’re ok with it and leaving work early didn’t cause an issue, he can still go with you?”

Aaron nods, tightening his hold briefly on Emily, “Yeah, that would be great Haley. We’ll let you know how he’s doing.”

“Thank you,” she replies, walking over and kissing Jack on the cheek, not wanting to go to the effort of having to shift him into her arms for a hug and then back into Emily’s with the added complication of his arm cast, “You be good for Daddy and Emily, ok?” She says, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead, “No falling off of anything else this weekend.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he says, nodding in agreement, as if he’d had plans to free dive off of their stairs and would simply rearrange, “Love you.”

“Love you too, baby,” she steps away, smiling at Aaron and Emily as she does, “You’ll drop him home at the usual time on Sunday?” They both nod in agreement and she takes one last look at her son before exchanging goodbyes and heading out of the emergency room.

They stand in silence for a moment, broken by Jack sighing as he rests his head on Emily’s shoulder.

“We should go home,” Aaron says, smiling down at them. He doesn’t miss how tightly Emily is holding herself, the tension that had formed when she’d had to stay behind at the nurse's insistence almost visible. “Get this one to bed after his long day.”

She knows what he hasn’t said, that they’ll talk once Jack is asleep. Go through the things she isn’t sure she knows how to put into words but knows she has to.

“Yeah,” she says, turning and letting him guide her towards the door, “Let’s go home.”

___

Jack falls asleep before they get home, worn out by his injury and the drama of the afternoon. Aaron successfully gets him back into the apartment and up the stairs without waking him. He puts his son to bed, his broken arm resting on a pillow, before heading downstairs to find his fiancee.

He doesn’t have to look far.

Emily is sitting at the kitchen counter, a glass of wine in her hand that she’s sipping, and another on the counter next to her that is clearly intended for him.

He joins her, dropping a kiss on the top of her head before he sits on the stool next to her.

“Are you ok, love?” He asks, picking up his glass of wine with one hand, and placing the other on her back.

She chuckles humourlessly, “Surely I should be asking you that question. Your son got hurt today.”

“Em,” he sighs, “I saw your face when the nurse wouldn’t let you through with us.”

She licks her lips, turning so she’s looking at her wine instead of him. “Being a step-parent is hard,” she chuckles again, shaking her head at herself, “Not that I’m even officially his step-mother yet,” Emily says, smiling sadly at him, her lower lip trembling with the force of the emotions she tries to hold back, “I love him.”

“I know you do sweetheart.”

“I love him so much I know I couldn’t love him more even if he were mine,” she says, shaking her head at herself as a tear falls onto her cheek. She wipes it away furiously, “When we have our own kids, I won’t love him differently to them,” she adds, and he reaches out for her, wiping one of her tears away much more delicately than she had, “It’s all just so complicated. And for once I wish it wasn’t.”

He runs his hand up her back and gently massages the back of her neck, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” She turns to look at him, before sighing, reaching out to place her hand on his leg, “No, honey that’s not…you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I love you and Jack so much, and fuck by extension I love Haley too. But, there’s always going to be something to consider. I grew up having to consider everything. Every interaction I had, every word I said. Was it the right thing to do? Would my mom or dad get mad,” she chuckles slightly bitterly and shakes her head, “I wouldn’t trade our life, or you, for anything. Today was just a rough day.”

He nods in agreement, “When we’re married, we’ll figure something out.” He promises, “It would be crazy if we went somewhere and you could do something for our kid but not him.”

She smiles at him and it shakes again, “And if Haley doesn’t agree?”

“He’s my son too, Em,” he says firmer than he means to, closing his eyes to steady himself before he tries again, “We’ll talk about it. But I’m sure Haley would agree that Jack having more people that love him, who can look after him, isn’t a bad thing.”

“I guess you’re right,” she says, sounding more sure than she feels. She still feels unsteady, the impact of the day, of Jack’s injury and then the firm reminder of her place in his life, enough to make her feel on edge. “This is going to sound juvenile,” she says, her lips set in a firm line, “But can I have a hug?”

Every time he thinks he can’t fall more in love with her she proves him wrong. He smiles at her, standing up and turning her on the stool she’s sitting on so she’s facing him.

“You never have to ask,” he replies, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. She loops her arms around him as do her legs, and she buries her face in his chest. “I love you, sweetheart,” he says, frowning slightly as she makes tight fists in the back of his shirt, “Everything will be ok.”

She closes her eyes tightly, desperate not to cry any more than she already had that evening.

“I know,” she replies, hoping he doesn’t hear the shake to her voice, “I love you too.”

-x-

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