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dilfprayers · 4 months

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My, Penitence

real!dad leon kennedy x afab!reader the content ahead may contain incest topics, sexual content, blood, p in v , noncon, "L" bombs, abuse, love bombing / manipulation & more. please turn away if this makes you uncomfortable. this your only warning ! !

an: wow this is a long one-- it was a fic that was on my mind for a while 👀 i finally have gotten to finish it after so long, might have some mistakes maybe im not entirely sure, i was in the zone writing this. ><;; i also envisioned vendetta leon for this if that helps ahhh..

You slowly started to get desperate for your dad. It was an unusual feeling — Why would you have these feelings with him? Oh, of course it faded at some point, yeah.. But you eventually fell right back into it. You'll never understand how things happened so fast but you weren't necessarily complaining in the end. Without him, you were nothing. secretly in the back of your head with your deepest darkest secrets. Not like you had anything else going for you anyways.

You might as well be his new wife, right?

You remember it like yesterday, the day you finally had confessed to your father about your sick feelings towards him. You explained it in great detail.. How he made you feel, what you specifically dreamed of. You practically spilled the beans on everything in your head.

"I know you're my dad but.."

"But?"

"I.."

You struggled to even get it out, but now it was better than never. If you didn't, he'd never know and you'll forever be in distress. Sure, you had to take your chances of flipping a coin.. Heads if he also felt the same way or was just as freaky as you. Or tails, where he'd look at you in disgust and get you some kind of therapy or something. Ooor... Maybe even lock you away for even having those kinds of thoughts. But you never thought of the 'in-between'. Hypothetically, what if he has those thoughts but feels guilty?

Hell, you didn't know. Fuck a coin flip at this point.. You wanted to just blurt it out and tell him how you felt.

"I think I'm in love with you.. You've made me feel things no other guy has and I-"

"What?"

The tone he gave off was enough to shatter your poor little heart right in that moment. You stared wide eyed while he stared back at you with a concerned look. He wasn't having it, you already knew ahead of time. He didn't even have to speak for you to understand how he was feeling.

"Sweetheart, no.. Look-"

He sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder while frowning. Leon never in his days expected to handle something of this nature, but he tried to handle it the best way he could. He wanted nothing more than to be a good father. Not.. A father who sleeps with his daughter.

"Those thoughts you are having? It's not normal.. I can't be with you." He explains, "You're my daughter. My angel, my everything. Raised you since you were a little thing. I can't just.."

Get with your own daughter? Have sexual relations with your daughter? Yeah..

You knew what the answer was. It was a solid no. He didn't continue his sentence, just stood there awkwardly, processing what was even said and how to respond again. How could you casually say that anyways?

"Sorry-"

"No, it's fine. Those feelings are normal I suppose, but it-"

"I'm sorry."

You didn't give him time to say anything else, you instantly stormed off to your room and slammed the door. Loudly at that. It rang his ears, really pushing the nail into his skin some more after that as if it wasn't bad enough earlier. He stood there for a little longer before cursing under his breath, ruffling his hair with his hand in a frustrated manner. How was he gonna deal with you after this? Who knows...

As if things couldn't have gotten anymore worse than it was after that 'confession' you made - a divorce happened between your parents. Your mother was yelling at your father when you came back home from work and all you saw was furniture and glass all over the floor. Your eyes were wide and your mother stormed past you without a word. Didn't even bat an eye in your direction.

"Mom!?"

You call out but it's too late, she's already in the car and rushed off. Gone. You're standing there, eyes wide and Leon in the back with nothing to say. What could he say after that? Right. Nothing. The breeze from outside was loud and so was the silence you and your father had after your mother left. She left everything behind, didn't even return later. Didn't even take you with her? Of course, it was the heat of the moment but she didn't even seem to care to have you by her side, just left you along with your dad.

This wasn't gonna end well with it just being you and him. (Considering what happened earlier that week..)

You weren't the type to complain about silence or anything but the silence in the house since that day had made you uneasy. Worst of all? Your father was an alcoholic now. He didn't take the divorce well and very much did miss his wife, at least from what you assumed. They were the 'shining bright' couple after all. But surely there were flaws that hid beneath it all. No relationship is perfect anyways and you knew that well enough.

But off topic of the relationship. You were worried, when he made nothing but whiskey his only 'diet' with some occasional sandwiches here and there. But it was slowly getting worse and worse by the day. You kept your distance, not really bothering to interact with him as much since you knew people under the influence of alcohol weren't entirely .. 'Okay' in the head. And yeah, yeah.. You still felt icky about the whole crush thing and how you loved your father in a different way but — You felt as if it was a phase since you haven't acted upon it for a while.

Must've actually been healing.. Maybe it was good he rejected you and you had a chance to reflect. Be a normal human being in society.

But that didn't go as planned. Things were too good to be true. Your always drunk father not doing anything to you for a while and ignoring you? Of course he wouldn't stay that way for long.

"Sweetheart."

"Hey?"

One night he was stumbling towards your room after being out for some hours, hand pressed on the door as it swung open. You jumped, pulling your headphones off while you laid there on your bed with your work all scattered around the surface. You and your father hadn't actually sat down and spoke after the divorce. It was constant repeat of:

"Hi." , "Hey." , "How are you?", "Good.."

You reply, already smelling the booze off of him from across the room. You could visibly see the eyebags from him and his unkept hair. He had his stormy blues locked on you before he groaned, slyly shutting the door and moved towards your bed, sitting down on the edge while tilting his head.

"Mm...What are you up to angel?.. Math..? Science.. Reading?"

He surely was out of it, swaying a tiny bit while keeping his gaze on you. Didn't even glance at the papers which were boldly labeled math. You were quiet, for a good reason — he practically stared you down the whole time with shaky breaths. Y 'couldn't blame him though, he did drink like it was water and was anywhere but sober.

"Math.. But, what do you want? I'm trying to finish my w-"

"You."

"What?"

"You."

You felt the skin on your hair raise when he repeated himself. You remember hearing him the last time sounding like you when you had that stupid taboo moment, almost went through with it too until you changed. Improved as a person but for him? He wasn't thinking straight. If anything, he wanted nothing more to listen to the back of his head - the deepest darkest things.

"I want you sweetheart.. Need...Need you.."

He mutters, snaking his hands along your thighs. You smack them away of course, staring at him with that wide eyed expression. You almost felt disgusting when he touched you. He was your father. Your real father.

"Dad! What the fuck, no!"

You hissed, seeing him pause after you smacked his hands away, denying his 'love'. He had stared back wide eyed too but soon enough that expression went into a furious one. He moved closer to you before pinning you down beneath him, rolling you onto your back — placing one hand down on your neck and the other on your thigh. He squeezes your thigh, looking down at you with teary, sluggish eyes.

He looked nothing like the father you knew.. He was awful.

"I'm your father.. Y 'should love me."

He says, tightening his grip on your thigh and soon after your neck. He squeezed hard.. Making you gasp for air for a moment while he nearly stopped your circulation of blood and breathing.

"Dad- gh.. D..dad!—"

You go into a state of panic. Things were happening too fast for you to even react. Your hands had smacked along his arms before you dug your nails into his skin and sobbed. He saw your tears and distress but again, the man was too far gone in the head to mentally care about 'morals'. He didn't even think they existed in this moment at all.

"You're like your mother right now..Love me to death once, then turn around and treat me like nothing."

You didn't reply, just stared wide eyed as he spoke. Doing that made things not so- Great either.

"That's it? Huh? You don't love me... What happened to when you confessed to me? — What was it... Loving your own father? Me making you feel something you never felt before when I never even fucked you or touched you?" He growls, cupping your face now which had your lips all puckered up.

"Actually.. You haven't brought it up to me again since that day.. But I've had some thought to it..."

Oh no.

Your body tensed up, hands shakily brought up to his arms as you tugged and scratched at them. Your eyes were all watery still - your throat feeling dry from his nearly choking you out for a moment. Surely, he had to have bruised it.

"N-no that's not.. It. You said it was wrong before and-"

"I lied."

He cuts you off, not even hesitating to lean in and kiss you. What the fuck..? Your eyes were wide and your body ached while his lips were pressed along yours. He kissed you passionately but sloppily. You wanted to hurl from the after taste of alcohol on his lips , still attempting to pull him off but again, nothing seemed to really work. He was much stronger than you.

"Mmh..Love you so much.. I wish I went along with your confession that day.."

He mutters into the kiss, slowly bringing his knee up in between your thighs. Panicking, you squirm like crazy and muffle out a sob — but he was so focused on this to even care about how you felt. He kept kissing you, lips molded together, saliva pouring out - it was all a complete mess.

Eventually he pulled back, leaving a string of spit from the both of your lips while grinding his knee along your crotch. Obviously, you weren't turned on. None of this had you turned on anymore. Sure, before if he did this you would have been all for it but for right now? You wanted an out from this.

"Dad stop it.. Just call for a hookup!"

You protest, trying your hardest to get him to knock it off but the more you did, the more pissed he seemed to get. He was growing impatient with you. Before you knew it, he raised his hand and smacked you across the face, making your ears ring really loud. That smack nearly took you out and it only seemed to get worse.

"I don't want a 'hookup'. I want you. Don't you understand? Why can't you just love your father. Don't you love me?"

His voice cracked, noticing you hadn't responded. Just stared to the side with a red mark across your face.

"Answer me.."

Silence.

"Answer me!"

He raises his tone— smacking you again, the ringing only getting worse and your cheeks were all swollen now. Nose eventually leaked with blood from the impact of the slaps. You teared up more at this point, the pain stinged you badly as nothing but whines came out of you. No words.

And god, that wasn't what he wanted out of you.

"..Just like your mother..."

He grunts, moving his hands to his pants - unbuckling his belt. He was doing it at a fast pace despite the state he was in as he muttered some other things under his breath that you could barely hear. Blood poured from your nose while you laid there, sniffling and shaking.

"M'gonna bring back who you were back then. I want you to love me again.."

Finally, he freed himself of his restraints and worked on you, tugging your pajama pants off and then pulled your panties to the side. Dry. Awfully dry... He frowned, staring at your puffy lips before brushing his fingers along the slit - quietly sighing.

"Not even she's happy to see me.. This isn't like you.."

He quietly said before spreading you open with his fingers, spitting on your cunt to let the spit pour down it. You could feel it, cringing really bad as you whimpered and cried. Potentially having your first with your father? That didn't sound ideal at all. You didn't want that.. So you fought, even with it being difficult.

"D..daddy.. N..no..No please.. You can't-"

"Shutup.. Let me have this... I need you to love me again."

He's prodding the tip of his cock along your barely wet hole. Saliva was there but that wasn't really much at all. You still weren't turned on by any of this to begin with.

"Need you to be.. You. Not your mother."

He moved one hand along your neck and the other on your thigh while he was in between your legs. You kept squirming and all, but you knew it was futile. Nothing was gonna work and he was gonna have his way with you whether you liked it or not. It wasn't supposed to be this way, it made your stomach twist bad. Seeing your drunk, visibly pissed father above you with his cock prodded along your entrance left you uneasy but you had to suck it up. Unfortunately.

Soon enough, he's slowly pressing his cock into you, groaning quietly from your extreme tightness. Again, you were dry with the saliva barely doing the job but he loved the feeling of your insides. You on the other hand, you felt awful. You felt the stinging pain and the pressure he added just to get his cock inside of you — But eventually he had gotten all of it inside, burying deep into you while panting and grunting above you. Then.. There it was, blood. He noticed something wet, gazing down and pulled out for a second to see some blood pouring out of you along with it coating his cock.

Normally, he'd freak out but seeing this now and realizing you'd be wet. He took the chance almost immediately.

"I'm your first? ..Ah.."

He murmured suddenly sliding back into you with ease — using your blood as lube while rocking his hips back and forth. You hated every second of it, you wanted it to end but you started to slowly falter on fighting. Laying there beneath him, feeling his fingertips on the side of your neck, brushing at the skin as he thrusted at a slow pace. But the impact was rough. He didn't even give you the time to adjust or anything, he just went for it.

"L..Leon.."

You didn't dare to call him "dad" or "daddy", you just saw him as 'Leon' during this. Not your 'dad'. He gazed down, eyes darkening when he saw you - All bruised in the face, teary eyed and body aching from the pain. He grunts, thrusting rougher now from your words. He didn't seem to like that either though, moving his hand from your neck and smacked you once again.

"Call me by what I am.."

"..I-"

"Sweetheart.."

He growls, cupping your face again while picking up the pace with his thrusts. He was getting more aggressive with you and your fragile body, nearly bruising your poor cervix from how deep he shoved himself in. He made sure to be balls deep in you, feeling your warmth, your wetness and more. He reveled in it, staring right into your eyes.

"D..daddy.."

You managed to slip that out, wincing from the tip constantly prodding along your cervix, over and over again. You were a mess, just crying instead of moaning but he was so busy enjoying your warmth. He couldn't stop himself at all even with you wanting it to end.

Ringing. Just more ringing.. You have no idea how long it's been while you were now laid out on your tummy. On the floor where blood was splattered everywhere and along your face. You had managed to pull away earlier but he tossed you to the ground, grabbed a handful of your hair and kept pushing your head down on the floor till your face bruised up more. You were certain you passed out from it and he violated you that whole time, probably not even noticing you were blanked out. But regardless of that — In the present setting though, you were drooling with your broken moans slipping out.

"So much better than your mother. You know how to keep a man satisfied unlike her.."

He sighs quietly, slowly slipping out of you for a moment. Dried blood and liquids were on your inner thighs while you leaked with your own fluids. He had his limits, he was getting old.. So it was a little straining when he held his climax back for such a long period of time. The man was getting old after all.

He pumped his cock a bit over your shaken figure and groaned, letting his cum spurt out in ropes over your ass cheeks. You felt gross by the end of it but for him? He still didn't quite feel anything but satisfaction.

"I love you..."

He muttered, leaning over you and pulled the hair from over your face. You didn't say anything for a while, still recovering from the shock you have had the past couple of hours as you glance at him with swollen eyes. Silence lingered and at some point he felt a strain on his chest when he watched you quietly. That satisfaction from earlier didn't last at all. He had a uneasy expression plastered on his face, staring down at you with tears in his eyes now.

"I didn't mean to hurt you.."

He continues speaking, pulling you upwards against him in a warm embrace. You didn't have any room to speak to him and when he had you pulled up, you winced in pain from the movement. He did so much to you in one night, your body was too sore and broken down.

He stared down at you, seeing you slowly hug him back. You hated him for everything he did but his warmth and embrace was all you could really get as 'comfort'. You held onto him weakly, still not saying a word — You had nothing to say at all. You wanted nothing more but that silence you always hated.

You regretted ever admitting the choices you made that day. You should've kept your mouth shut. But the damage was already done, you couldn't do nothing more but lay there in his arms with tears streaming from your eyes which started to sting more than it already was.

"Love you, my angel...."

He repeats again, burying his face in your hair on the top of your head while his embrace tightened with you in it. You just kept still with your eyes wide open before you managed to quietly respond back.

"Love you too, dad..."

You put the idea in his head and you were the only one to blame for him acting this way.

It's your fault. Angel.

#dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #realdad!leon #dad!leon kennedy #🕍 — detowrites

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blackbirdie1234 · 5 months

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The Strange Encounter

Paring: Embry Call x Reader!

Here is the link to part 2.

This is my first time writing a fan fic. If you guys like it let me know! I'm going to post part 2 very soon! Hope you enjoy :)

No warnings

Summary: You recently moved back to Forks after not being in the town since you were eight. When your old friend Jacob Black asks you to come to a party down at La Push you accept. What's the worst that could happen?

It was a calm and cool fall day in Forks. You are helping your mom at the bookstore she owns. As you stock the shelves you look out the window and see a group of guys around your age walking. You recognize one of the faces "Oh my god, Mom is that Jacob Black?" you ask in shock. Your Mom comes over to you with a confused look on her face "Oh wow, yes it is honey" Your mom pauses for a moment and smiles "Well hasn't he grown" You look at her, she has a smug smile on her face "I almost didn't recognize him, he chopped all his hair off" you point out. "why don't you go out and say hello" your mom says with a grin. "I haven't seen him since I was 8 mom, he probably doesn't even recognize me, and take that smile off your face he definitely is not my type," you say as you both laugh, your mom walks away as you continue to stare out the window for a moment noticing a cute boy standing next to Jacob. You used to live in Forks when you were young and just recently moved back but you didn't have many friends besides Jacob, so you still consider yourself the new girl in town.

As you finish cleaning up the store you look down at your watch 6:00pm. "Oh shit, I gotta get going," you say to yourself. You grab your bag and your keys and lock up the store. From the distance you can hear a group of people laughing and talking loudly, you look up and see Jacob and his friends walking down the street coming towards you. You turn and start walking to your car not wanting to run into them, you aren't sure if Jacob remembers you and you can't decide if that's a good or a bad thing yet. As you are walking you hear your name being called 'Y/N?" you hear from behind you "shit" you think to yourself. You slowly turn around and see Jacob running up to you he has a big smile on his face and his thoughts are confirmed when you turn around "I knew it! I saw your mom coming out of the bookstore earlier and recognized her immediately, when did you get back in town?" he says with the smile still on his face you can see his friends in the distance talking amongst themselves, "Jacob, wow so good to see you" you say with an awkward smile "We moved back about a week ago, I figured your dad would have told you I'm pretty sure my dad and yours caught up a few days ago" you say with a bit of confusion "Yeah my dad and I haven't been talking much recently" Jacob says making the mood shift " Anyways your mom opened up a bookstore, that's so cool" He says obviously trying to change the topic "Yeah its always been a dream of hers so it's pretty nice we finally get to do it" you say smiling "Thats great, I'm really glad your back in town, hey my friends and I are planning on going down to La Push to have a bonfire, do you want to come? Maybe we can catch up?" he says looking at you eagerly. you hesitate for a moment thinking it over "Uh, yeah sure that sounds like fun" you say with a small smile "Great, come at any time we're heading out there in an hour" He says excitedly "Okay, I'll see you there" you say turning around and getting in your car not noticing the eyes on you as you drove away.

You're in your room getting ready, it's a chilly night so you throw on some jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a zip-up jacket. After you finish getting ready you grab your keys and hop in your car. When you arrive at La Push you see the big fire in the sand and tons of people surrounding it. "Woah, I didn't think it would be that many people" you mumble to yourself, regretting saying yes. You get out of your car and see Jacob approaching "Hey! Glad you could make it, follow me" he says and you start walking together. He introduces you to a few people and you start talking with a guy named Quil, as you guys are talking another guy comes up to you. You realize it is the guy you saw earlier, as you make eye contact his face goes from smiling to completely awestruck. You stand there confused as he just stares at you for a moment before excusing himself and basically speed-walking to the house away from everyone. You turn and look at Quil confused "What's his problem" you ask genuinely Quil looks at you and tells you he will be right back before turning and walking to the house. You look around and lock eyes with Jacob, he walks over "What happened?" he asks me confused "I don't know, Quil and I were talking and then one of your friends walked up not even saying anything, and then ran to the house" a look of understanding crosses Jacobs face " I will be right back I promise" it seems like hours but it's more like a few minutes of sitting on one of the rocks watching the fire burn as everyone else is drinking and having a good time. You were about to stand and leave when Jacob came up to you "Hey, I'm sorry about that. He's just a little drunk don't worry about it. Everything is all good" Jacob says but you can tell something is off. Jacob still has the same lying face as he did when you were eight so you aren't easily convinced but decide to let it go. You and Jacob sit in awkward silence for a while until Quil comes back. "Hey, what are you guys talking about" Quil says in a much too cheery mood considering what just happened, "Nothing much, we're just enjoying the scenery" Jacob responds obviously trying to make it seem as though this isn't the weirdest interaction in the world. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone walking up to you and turn your head, it is the same guy. "Hey guys" the man speaks to Jacob and Quil seeming perfectly fine now, with not even a hint of awkwardness, again acting like nothing happened. Suddenly, he turned to face you "I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know what got into me," he said a bit shy " I'm Embry, what's your name?" there was a spark in his eye as he spoke to you, like he already knew the answer, like he knew everything about you, like it was his life mission just to speak to you. "Don't worry about it, it happens," you say politely "My name is Y/N" his eyes perk up a bit at that. You don't know who he is and why he's acting so strangely but damn is he hot. Without your knowledge, Quil and Jacob left as you and Embry were talking. Now you were stuck, not that you minded having to talk to Embry, but something about him seemed off. "So I heard you just moved back here from (insert city/state name)?" Embry questioned "Yeah, My mom got her own bookstore and my dad got a new job that allows him to work from home so we decided to come back," you say as both of you start walking to a more secluded area of the beach "Are you happy to be back?" he says with a bit of hesitation, he's not trying to push any boundaries, it seems like he genuinely wants to get to know you "Yeah I'm pretty happy about it, I've always loved cold and rainy weather," you say making Embry laugh a bit "What?" you say looking at him with suspicion but a hint of amusement on your face "Nothing, nothing it's just not every day you hear someone actually enjoying that type of weather, it's my favorite too" he says blushing a bit as we come to a stop near the ocean. We've walked pretty far and we can only see the smoke from the fire rising above the rocks. "Y/N I need to tell you something," Embry says nervously.

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mindswriters · 1 year

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pls more toxic rafe 😭

omgg i’m so glad u guys liked it!!! tbh i was kinda scared bout the judgement ☠️☠️

TW: toxic!rafe, curse words, allusions to sex in the end (as u haven’t said anything specific besides toxic rafe, i’m just giving u a random thought from the same universe as the other fic)

Today was your best friend’s bachelorette party, and you were very excited for it. You two have been glued by the hip ever since you can remember what having a friend is, and great hours of your teenage years were spent with you both dreaming about getting married, starting a family and things like that, and even though you and Rafe have moved in together for a couple of months now, you never really did all the cliché rituals of a married couple, so your friend is going to be the first one to achieve that, which is very special to the both of you, especially with you being her 1st bridesmaid. There was no way you would miss this moment. Or so you thought.

“Hi, babe, I’m home” you were getting ready in your bedroom when you heard the front door, and soon enough Rafe’s voice announcing he arrived from work.

“Hi, baby, I’m inside, bedroom!” you made sure to project your voice through the house, so he’d know where to find you.

“Hey- Wow!” he exclaimed when he opened the door and saw you all dressed up, finishing your makeup “You look so good, babe, so gorgeous” he walked over to you, wrapping his arms on your waist from behind and leaning to kiss your face.

“Hmm, thank you, handsome” you laughed turning on your heels to kiss him on the lips “Did you liked it?” you look back to the mirror, checking your outfit again.

“Of course, babe, I loved it” he sat at the end of your bed, unbuttoning the shirt he used at work “So, where are we going?” he asked, and you frowned.

“Baby, we are not going anywhere, I’m going” you chuckled fixing your earrings “Today’s is Liza’s bachelorette party, remember?” you walked over to him.

“What? No, I don’t remember, you haven’t told me anything” Rafe frowned, you felt his tone changing and you knew you’re in for it.

“Yes, I did, baby. She’s been planning it for a long time, I told you this like, two weeks ago?” you shook your head at the rhetorical question, standing cautiously in front of him.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember, you could’ve texted me or something. I even called off on Topper, what about dinner now?” he shrugged in disapproval, pursing his lips.

“I made you dinner already, it’s on the microwave, made that mac’n’cheese you always say you like” you smiled sweetly, putting your arms on his shoulders and tilting your head to one side.

“So that’s how you think it works? Just because you make something that I like for dinner you think you’re free to go wherever you want?” he questioned roughly, making you huff and take a step back from him.

“No, baby, that’s not how I think it works. I made you dinner so you wouldn’t have to go out, or spent money with take out, and not because I want a free pass to go out” you clarified minimally rolling your eyes “And come on, it’s her bachelorette party, is important to the both of us” you gave him pleading eyes.

“Why is it so important to you? It’s her marriage anyways” he arched one of his eyebrows.

“Because we’re best friends, Rafe, and we’ve always dreamt about this part of life. I’m her bridesmaid, it’s important for us to be together tonight” you explained ending with a small pout.

“And where is this party happening?” he asked concerned and gave you a bit of hope.

“At the Country Club, Liza rented a private room there” you answered waiting for his reaction.

“Okay. I understand, love” he said simply, words followed by a kind smile.

“Seriously? You’re okay with me going?” you asked incredulously, your tone now almost too excited.

“Sure. But I’m going with you” he said naturally, earning a quick frown of your eyebrows.

“Oh Rafe-“ you laughed at his response, but stopped as soon as you saw him getting up and grabbing a towel from your wardrobe “Wait, what? You’re not being serious right now, are you?” your voice changing from panic.

“I sure am, darling. Why wouldn’t I be?” he stared at you smirking.

“Because it’s a bachelorette party, Rafe. A ladies party, no groom, no husbands and no boyfriends allowed. You can’t go with me” you scoffed with a light chuckle.

“Simple then, if I’m not going, you’re not going” Rafe stated seriously.

“What? This is so stupid!” you couldn’t help raising your voice a bit from anger “It’s just a group of girls going out to celebrate the last weekend of one of them being single. Just like the boys do. We’re just gonna eat, have some drinks, laugh together, it’s not a big deal!” you tried to convince him.

“Not a big deal, huh? Have you ever went to a bachelorette party? Do you know what the fuck happens in those kinds of celebrations?” he raised his strong voice, taking steps closer to you and pointing to your face, to make you let your guard down “It’s ridiculous, Y/n! I don’t know who else is invited, if they’re single or not, but I’m not the type of man to let my girl go to a party where the purpose is literally to be single for one night. I'm sure you won't just drink and laugh, things like this always involve stupid pranks, and even rent boys. And I don’t care if you’re going to be in a private room, the biggest audience at the Country Club are men, and I don't want my girlfriend walking around there, let alone without me and wearing a tight little skirt like this one. So if you don’t want me to go, you better join me for dinner here, at our home, because you are also not going” he spitted his lost of temper on you.

“Oh my fucking God, Rafe, you’re being so ridiculous right now” you sighed, almost running your hand through your face, but when you remembered it would mess up your make up, you moved it to you hair instead “You go out with your friends practically every once in a week! While I stay here to have dinner all by myself, sometimes I even get to bed alone because I get tired of waiting for you. And now I can’t go to my best friend’s pre-wedding party, which is something that won’t happen ever again, all because you’re jealous? This is bullshit, you have to trust me more, Rafe” you roll your eyes, turning your back to him.

“When did I said that I don’t trust you, babe? Of course I do, I don’t trust the others. And I’m not jealous, I’m just taking care of what’s mine” he came closer again, gently grabbing the back of your arm to bring you to face him.

“Rafe, please, it’s just this time. I never go out with my girl friends alone, and you know them, they’re not just some batshit bitches I met yesterday, we’ve been friends for years now. Plus, all of this ‘marriage rituals’ are something important to me and Liza, we’ve dreamed about this since we were kids, she’ll be so upset if I don’t show up, baby” you pleaded looking up at your boyfriend, praying he’d feel some empathy for your best friend.

“Then call her and say that you’re only going if your boyfriend can go too” he slightly shrugged, laughing as if was the most obvious thing ever.

“You don’t understand, Rafe, this is a no boys party, you can’t be the only partner in there, it’s gonna ruin our dynamic” you complained whining.

“See? How am I supposed to let you go on this shit if I can’t even know what you’re gonna do in there? No way, babe, I’m not changing my mind” he shook his head no, still holding you in place.

“But- Rafe, baby, please! I promise you I won’t do anything wrong, I even-“ you tried to plead again, almost desperately this time.

“No, Y/n. When I tell you no, it’s no. Is it so difficult for you to understand? Do want me to explain what a ‘no’ means?” he said sternly, so intensifying softly his grip on your arm.

“No, I get it, no need for that” you practically whispered, and he let you go “What about Liza tho? She’s waiting for me, it was important for her to have me there…” you said nipping on your nails.

“Well, she should’ve considered it before deciding on a traditional bachelorette party, she knows you have a boyfriend. Now just call her and tell her you're not going, that's it.” Rafe said while rummaging around his shirts on your shared dresser.

“That easy? And how should I say it? 'So honey, I can't go to the party we’ve planned for months because my possessive and overprotective boyfriend won't let me go out alone', can it be like that?” you ended up mocking him from how frustrated you actually were.

“Don’t fuck with me, babe” he mumbled the warning putting the clothes he chose above your bed “Just tell her that a no Rafe party, is a no Y/n party. We’re a couple, each other’s priorities, aren’t we? She will understand” he said while taking off his watch and his rings.

“Yeah, whatever, I’ll come up with something” you muttered with a sigh.

You dodged him, going towards your bedside table to grab your phone and dropping yourself above the silk sheets, taking a deep breath before texting Liza, saying that you weren’t feeling very well and thought it was better for you to stay home, telling her you were sorry for not being there tonight. Dropping your phone to your side, you sighed heavily and noticed how Rafe was watching you while he took off his dirty clothes.

“What?” you asked arching an annoyed eyebrow at him.

“I have to admit, now I feel such a shame that you got all dolled up for nothing” he pouted towards you, giving a small laugh after you rolled your eyes.

“Uh, yeah, no shit” you said under your breath, grabbing your phone again to see if there was anything that could entertain you now.

“Maybe if you hadn’t put so much effort on it, I could’ve let you out. But not like this, babe, uh uh. Too gorgeous to go around without me” he joked, still folding his clothes but never taking his eyes off of your figure.

“Yeah, sure” you wouldn’t even dare look at him right now.

“Aw come on, honey. Don’t be like that” he mewled, coming to sit beside you and putting your phone down “You know I just want to protect you. And plus, I can’t stand being here all alone while half of the island is drooling over my girl, yeah?” he smiled, leaning closer and kissing the back of your hand.

“Mhm, Rafe, go take your bath, I’m hungry and since you didn’t want me to go out, I’m not having dinner alone now” you mentioned your dissatisfaction, while trying to ignore his little touches and caresses.

“Actually, I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date?” he said kissing your neck and your jaw “Like right now. I take you to some fancy restaurant, so you won’t have spent hours getting ready for nothing, and I would also love to show off my beautiful girlfriend, show’em who gets to spoil you and call you mine, huh? What do you say?” he suggested, giving you the sweetest grin ever while moving your hair behind your ear.

“Dunno, Rafe, I’m really not in the mood for that anymore, I’m sorry” you answered with deep breath and a half-smile.

“That’s right, I get it, you’re only in the mood when is to go out with your friends, okay” he chuckled, making your roll your eyes just to earn a kiss on your cheek “But that’s fine, in this case we can stay home baby, and have our dinner together, just as you wish. I’m sure whatever you cooked is way better than food from any other restaurant” he smiled brightly.

“Yeah, it sounds good this way” you looked away, biting your inside lip to suppress a smile of your own.

“Sure, it does. And you wanna know something?” he waited for your reaction and as soon as you nodded he leaned to whisper closer to your ear lobe “I think is better for us to stay home anyways, cause ever since I entered this room and saw you dressed like this, I've been holding myself back from ripping it all off of you. So, I don't know if I could wait until we got back home” he smirked after moving his eyes from your lips to stare directly into your eyes.

“Rafey…” you whispered, doing your best to stare back at him, and not look at his lips or his hand touching ever so slightly on your thigh. Finally losing the posture you held onto since the beginning of your discussion.

“Don’t go all flustered now, babe, I know you liked it” he stole a quick peck from you before getting up from the bed “Now why don't you go over there and speed things up by setting our dining table, huh? While I take a shower to get rid of my work fatigue. I promise I'll make it up to you after dinner” he winked grabbing his towel again and going towards your bathroom.

“Okay, don’t take so long tho, I’m gonna miss you” you grinned shyly turning on your side to look at him.

“I sure won’t, love, gonna miss you too much too if I do” he grinned back making you blush “Now you, little lady-“ he leaned over the doorframe and pointed to you still on the bed in front of him “Don’t you dare taking those clothes off or ruining this make up before I come out, because tonight that’s my fucking job” he nodded before closing the door to take his bath in peace.

a/n: i think the whole dynamic in this one isn’t as toxic as in the first one, but the situation is just as fucked up, and yes, i thought about making the reader insist more in going out, and make them have a big argument, but the key from this universe is: rafe knows how to manipulate the reader, and his way of doing it is acting as normal and careful as he can, to make her believe that he does what he does because he cares about her, so she’ll always end up submitting to him. at the beginning of their relationship, she’d maybe be braver to confront him, but he manipulated her to believe that if she argues, she is the wrong one, because he acts this way to protect the woman he loves, and if she loves him back, she has to accept and submit to whatever he says or wants (all that and his super trunfo of make up sex ofc. anyways!!! hope u liked it, and if any of you want to see more of this, or make some other request, feel free to let me know :)

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Slowburn

Fic O'Ween Day 12: Goosebumps, with part five of the firefighter/ EMT AU! Coops, Leo, and Layla belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belong to @noots-fic-fests!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

TW extremely brief mention of bodily fluids (one sentence at the beginning)

Five hours and forty-four minutes. He had been bled on, puked on, grabbed, yelled at, and nearly toppled. His only spare pair of pants was now bound up in a plastic bag. Miracle of miracles, Sirius’ shirt was the only thing that hadn’t been damaged in the miserable afternoon. It made a great undershirt. It would also need to be washed at least four times before he could even dream of returning it.

Layla stared at a spot above his shoulder in the opposite jumpseat. One side of her eyeliner had been completely smudged away; the other, smeared sideways to her temple in a smoky trail.

“Nice job today.”

“Thanks.”

“That was a lot.” Layla nodded mutely. His heart pulled for her, a little bit. Even if their cases had been run-of-the-mill, nearly six hours of back-to-back calls would wear anyone down. He nudged the tip of her shoe with his own. “You’re learning fast. I saw some good work out there.”

“I’m…” She blinked slowly, then shook her head. “Wow, I think I fell asleep sitting up for a minute.”

“It happens.” In time, she’d learn to sleep wherever she could catch it. “When does your shift end?”

“Seven.”

“Almost done, then.”

“Mmm.”

The ambulance went over a bump, rattling the near-empty shelves and bashing Remus’ tailbone against the back ledge. “Sorry!” Leo called through the small window to the cab.

He had mostly given up hope that he’d see Sirius in the next twelve hours. His shift wasn’t over until midnight, and Sirius’ started at six the next morning. If he made time between his dentist appointment and calling his parents, he might be able to stop by in the afternoon, but it would be a stretch if he wanted to get any laundry done. And, Christ, that was a chore he couldn’t delay for another week. He liked those pants. More importantly, he now knew just how much Sirius liked them.

Something stirred in his belly at the thought. Warm hands cupping his ass and sliding over his flanks with astonishing care. Sirius had felt him up enough that he could probably make a Model Magic version of Remus’ body on touch alone—and wasn’t that a thing to picture. Somewhere between rounds two and three, Remus remembered kissing the backs of Sirius’ thighs. Pale skin and dark hair above the bare, sensitive bend of his knees. They slotted so well in his palms. Sirius had looked like glory itself when he peeked over his shoulder to look.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Remus jumped. “What? Nothing. Sorry, nothing, why?”

“You’re all frowny.”

Thank god for that. “Just…the day.”

A vague and reliable excuse. Layla snorted. “Tell me about it.”

There will never be a day when I tell you about this. Remus hoped his laugh didn’t come out too strained. “Seriously.”

They took the next turn a little wider, sending their final two ointment boxes sliding out of place. He fixed them blindly while the city center rolled past through the back windows. Did Sirius still have scratch marks on his upper thighs?

Another bump knocked the thought from his head. “We’re home,” Leo singsonged from the driver’s seat. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the showers, wondering why I chose this life path.”

“Mood,” Layla mumbled.

“I’m also Grubhubbing a sundae, and you can’t stop me.”

One of the last functioning neurons in Remus’ head lit up. “Get me one.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Get your own.”

“I’m your boss.”

“You make more money than me.”

“Yes, let me flaunt my extra fifty cents an hour,” he countered dryly. “Every night, I rub my quarters together, just to flex on you. That beautiful sound of a handful of nickels.”

“…I’ll see what they have.”

“Good rookie.”

He didn’t wait for the ambulance to stop before opening the doors. The familiar ka-chunk of the lock coming free was music to his ears—a sweet, sweet anthem of freedom, the promise of a lukewarm cup of coffee and a maybe-stale donut from the break room.

And Sirius.

Sirius, sitting on one of his packed and labeled inventory bins.

Remus stared.

“Remus?”

“Go ahead,” he said absently. “I’ll catch up.”

Layla hopped out with a groan. Six hours was a long time to be up and down. Remus was sure his feet would ache the same when he stood. If he stood. Sirius’ hair stuck up at the back, like he’d been running his hands through it.

Remus loved when he did that.

He just. He really did like him, quite a lot.

Keep me.

What had he been thinking? Six hours was a long time to wait. He had told Sirius he’d be right back. It was his day off; why hadn’t he left after it was clear Remus wouldn’t return?

He supposed he could ask the same question about that morning. God, could it really only have been a few hours since he felt Sirius’ bare chest against his own? They had practically been spooning with how tight they were tangled in each other when he woke. Remus hardly remembered falling asleep, only aware of the pleasant ache in his muscles and the humming pleasure in his belly. Pure satisfaction. Pure comfort, at having Sirius hold him like more than a friend.

He watched Leo wander off. Sirius didn’t seem to have noticed. He didn’t so much as flinch when Remus stumbled off the rig and beelined for him, not until Remus stopped in front of him, unsure what to say. I want you I like you I’m sorry please kiss me again, I still get goosebumps thinking about the way your mouth tastes with adrenaline.

Sirius blinked up at him, full lips and glossy lashes. His bone structure was fucking criminal. “You’re back,” he said, so soft and sweet and genuinely happy that Remus’ stomach flopped over itself. Sirius stood, tucking his phone into his pocket without a second glance at it. He was just—big. And tall. And gorgeous. Remus now knew precisely how solid his chest was, and how nice it was to kiss. “Did you have a good day?”

Remus stepped forward and planted his face directly into that chest.

“Oh,” Sirius laughed. It vibrated against his forehead; he closed his eyes. Arms came up around him, hands settling at his nape and the small of his back. He knew he smelled awful. Sirius didn’t seem to care as a tentative kiss nestled on the top of his head and melted Remus’ insides out his throbbing feet.

He sighed. Sirius smelled all warm and spicy. Detergent, cologne, or simply the way he was? Remus couldn’t wait to find out. “This is nice.”

“Yeah.” The delight was back. Sirius pushed the breath from his lungs on a squeeze. “Yeah, it is. I like this.”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Remus mumbled. “Gonna kiss you so good. Just…two seconds.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“Two seconds.” It was so dark in his new haven. Sirius’ lungs moved calmly, steadily. His heart rate was a little fast, but nothing to worry about. Remus let his ears go foggy and pressed closer, nuzzling into the space between his collarbones.

Sirius kissed the top of his head again, less hesitant this time, before resting his chin there. “Long day?” he asked after several seconds. Remus hummed. “Sounded like you guys didn’t get much of a break.”

“Mhmm.” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek over Sirius’ sternum. He couldn’t count the number of times they had sat together on the couch or at the table or in the window seat, legs intertwined while they worked through their days. Separate snacks at first, then a single bowl to share once they knew each other’s favorites. It had been nice, to have someone there. Someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone who understood.

But this…this was so much better.

Sirius’ thumb stroked a short path along his spine. It zinged all the way into the base of Remus’ skull. “I sweated through your shirt,” he muttered, pushing his head further beneath Sirius’ chin. “After I stole it from you by accident. Sorry. I’ll wash it.”

He felt Sirius’ smile on his temple. “Keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Think I left mine at your place.”

“Guess you’ll just have to come back and get it,” Sirius whispered playfully. Remus couldn’t help a grin, raising his head despite the pounding drowsiness behind his eye—he had barely opened his mouth to retort when there were lips brushing his own, a wordless request. He granted it easily.

This was different than the rushed promise on the ambulance. Different than last night’s smoky, need-fueled passion. He let Sirius lead, tender and questioning, then pushed into it a little more. Have it, he tried to say. Take it all, it’s been yours for a while. The words may not work, but he was willing to bet Sirius would understand anyway. His lower lip was chapped on one side when Remus ran his tongue along the seam, giddy and dizzy with the kiss-buzz of chasteness.

“Hmm.”

That was good. It was all good, if Sirius would keep making noises like that. He brought his hands up to rest on narrow hips (marked with a tiny scar just above his thigh, which Remus was so fucking glad he knew now) and gave a little more, pushed a little harder. Sirius’ hand cupped his jaw and the right side of Remus’ brain powered down.

“Hm—wait, wait.”

His attempt to lick forward into Sirius’ mouth was stymied by sudden distance between them. Not far—he could still pick out each fleck of quicksilver in Sirius’ unfocused eyes—but far enough to be frustrating for the part of him that was enjoying turning his thoughts off. Remus went up on his toes for more, but Sirius pulled away. “What?” he whispered, though they were alone. “Did you—are you mad at me?”

“No,” Sirius said hurriedly. His hands soothed down Remus’ sides in a long drag that sent tingles through each cell. “God, no, I’m trying to—” His cheeks went a touch pink as he glanced around them and coughed lightly. “Uh, I’m trying to calm down.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Remus hadn’t even thought about that. He was pretty sure he was too tired for his body to consider arousal, aside from the inevitable spike of desire for a soft place to land for two to eight hours. Sirius’ mouth was so nice, his body so warm, that it was all too tempting to get lost in it.

Sirius’ tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. Well. Remus supposed he might be able to feel something other than pure exhaustion, if he tried. “What time do you get off?”

“Whenever you want me to,” Remus answered immediately, then felt himself redden at the arch of Sirius’ brows. “Fuck—sorry. Midnight. My shift’s done at midnight.”

The fingertips on his back had become an extraordinary distraction. Sirius looked almost shy, so at odds with the animated boy he knew against this backdrop that Remus wanted to memorize every inch of it. “Can I…” Sirius began, then trailed off as his blush darkened. His thumbs hooked around Remus’ hipbones and paused there, lingering on bare skin. “Can I maybe take you to dinner? Or a diner?”

“At midnight?”

“I know a couple places.”

Remus frowned. “You have work tomorrow.”

Sirius gave a sheepish half-shrug. “We could nap together. Today, I mean. If you want.”

“I smell horrible.”

“You smell fine.”

“I’m soaked in dry sweat.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I—” That was it for excuses. That was all he had. Every defense against Sirius was dust in the wind. He smiled, and stood on his toes again to kiss one scruffy cheek. “Yeah, sounds good. Let me wash my face and grab some water. I’ll meet you in the bunks.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled, and Remus fell for him all over again. “I’ll be waiting.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #leo knut #layla #sweater weather #vaincre #coast to coast #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #firefighter/ emt au #fic o’ween 2023 #fluff

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fic-recommended · 10 months

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Shyan Fics

I’ll Crawl Home – carrieonfighting

(16,024 words / 6 chapters / Teen and up)

Tags: Demon!Shane, Angst, Non-Linear Narrative, bc im PRETENTIOUS, Protective!Shane

"Shane was almost unnerved by how quickly he’d settled into this body, this name, this life - his friendship with Ryan was the most time he’d spent with any human before, and yet the man fascinated him."

Wow. That’s all I gotta say. I started reading Shane/Ryan fic because I had a weird dream and went looking for comfort fic to ease the edges of my mind. I stumbled upon this fic and was so fucking blown away. I was drawn in because of the demon!Shane tag and the way this story is charted out is insane. It’s nonlinear (there is a liner version tho I’m strongly against it). Just ohmygod read this fic it’s insane and hurts so good.

I’m Gonna Keep You in Love with Me (for a While) – beethechange

(21,847 words / 1 chapter / Explicit)

Tags: fake married, also real married, friends to husbands to lovers to ???, Las Vegas Wedding, possible dubious consent due to alcohol consumption, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Rimming, just assume most of the kinds of sex are present here, probably more Celine Dion than you were hoping for, they say "fuck" a lot, also "dude" but I don't make the rules okay, Bedsharing

Shane is pacing around the hotel room. It’s not a huge room and Shane’s legs are long enough that he doesn’t have much real estate to pace before he has to swing back around for another loop.

“Can you stop?” Ryan asks. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Okay,” Shane says finally. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re just going to—we’re going to be married. The only way out is through.”

“Um,” Ryan says, because this plan strikes him as counterproductive to their shared goal of not being married.

To me there are the big two when thinking of Shane/Ryan fics. That is to say the others aren’t amazing but two gutted me in a way I was not expecting from I ship I don’t even ship. This is one of the two and fucks sake it hurts me but in a way I really like and neeeeeded. (The other is the one above this)

Muscles Better and Nerves More – beethechange

(26,301 words / 1 chapter / Explicit)

Tags: Bodyswap, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Getting Together, First Time, Pining, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Body Horror, Rituals, Swearing, Sexy Shame

“I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”

“The same condition—Ryan. I’m not spending hours in a gym every day so you don’t lose muscle mass.”

“I want you to treat my body with the respect you would a national park. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.”

***

A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way.

I have found out while reading this fic that I am also a sucker for bodyswap!au. Something about learning to love someone completely while seeing (and being lmao) all of them is so intimate and endearing to me. Plus there’s dumplings in this fic and that is just sweet sweet poetry.

If you can find a way to love me, it’s all right – varnes

(11,232 words / 1 chapter / Teen and up)

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Psychic Ryan

When Ryan was a kid, he fell into a pile of bricks. They were playing hide and seek, and he thought he had the best hiding spot: high up in a thickly lush tree, his knees drawn to his chest so that he’d blend in. But the branch broke. He hit his head and doesn’t remember much of what happened after that. When he woke up a few hours later, the sun was setting, and his friends were gone, and his parents were calling for him, their flashlights swinging across the grass. There’d been blood on his bangs.

Anyway, now he can see ghosts.

Kind of.

Look, he’s not great at it.

Or: Ryan, personally, has three lists: “NICE GHOSTS,” “GHOSTS I DON’T FUCK WITH,” and, “IDK, SPOOKY STUFF.”

Oh my goddddd this fic is so sweet and so owie. At first I was skeptical because the fanon is that Shane can see demons or ghosts or whatever. But having it be Ryan???? So owie in such a good way. Other then this fic being the masterpiece that it is, I’m going to convince you with one sentence: Ryan has a cat with a ghost in it that demands Taco Bell. That’s it baybee. Read it or you’ll regret itttt.

BFFS Get Married For A Week – Ryan and Shane – aspookycryptidsock

(18,108 words / 8 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Pining, Mutual Pining

"As I was saying," Curly continues with a pointed glare in Ryan's direction. "It's my honor to join the two of you in unholy matrimony. The rules are simple, you'll live together, plan one date each, and cherish each other. Til week do you part."

I first read this fic years and years ago. I don’t know how it happened but me and my best friend found it while being at a library and we went feral reading it before their mom picked us up. It’s my origin story to the ship. This fic is my first love and my baby gorl. Shane is intense in a way I lovelovelove. Ryan is dumber then a pile a bricks amen.

Body Farming – shiphitsthefan

(7,251 words / 1 chapter / Explicit)

Tags: Season/Series 04, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Shane Madej, Protective Shane Madej, Omega Ryan Bergara, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mutual Pining, Scenting, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub Undertones, Filth with Feelings, Community: bfukinkmeme, Multisex Omega

Failed suppressants and a surprise heat: the worst of cliches, and here Ryan stands, living the trope on location with the alpha he’s hopelessly in love with. Even worse, they’re spending the night in the famous Bell Witch Cave, completely alone and with no way to contact the outside world.

Ryan knows he can survive and keep his preheat a secret, as long as Shane will stop being so protective and concerned. After all, it’s not like Shane wants to bond with him.

Right?

Your honor I’d like to state my case by saying being horny on main is bc I’m silly goofy and I never meant no harm. ABO fuck or die in a cave? Fuccck kkkk y e aaaa

Por Favor, Sweetheart – carrieonfighting

(7,859 words / 1 chapter / Teen and up)

Tags: Kid Fic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Accidental Baby Acquisition, ryan dadgara, and shane dadej, Original Baby Character - Freeform, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, You Have Been Warned

Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late

Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

Ryan gains custody of a baby and is strugggglinnnggg until a Sasquatch comes and helps <3. Ain’t nothing says romance baybeee then an actual baby.

daring it’s a faded notion – varnes

(28,760 words / 5 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Paranormal shenanigans, y'all remember that trope where people can't be more than 5 feet apart without Suffering?

The sun is too bright and Ryan’s whole body is alight with something that is eating him all the way up from the inside out, but he keeps his eyes open and he makes himself look, and he tells himself that once he finds Shane, he’ll think about it. Once he finds Shane, they’ll make a plan. Once he finds Shane, and only then, he’ll let himself have the thought he’s been swallowing down like bile since he came to: that they didn’t fall.

They were pushed.

OR: Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can't be not-touching. It's ... not great.

Ghosties don’t like the no homo and said ummm yeeeeet!!! Into the Grand Canyon then the ghoul boys kiss???? Makes me go hubba hubba

Collide - needywitch

(35,310 words / 2 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Biting, First Time, Dirty Talk, Love Confessions, Rough Sex, Shane Madej Has a Big Dick

Ryan is desperately in love with his best friend.

Owieeeeeee. This one made me cryyyy. The prose of this fic along with a healthy usage of the word jaunty made this fic deeply emotional as well as made me want to cry when they kissed. Very excellent

A Perfect Piece of Ass, Like Every Californian - beethechange

(25,706 words / 3 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: entirely self-indulgent PWP, smut with feelings, Threesome, Birthday Sex, Oral Sex, lotta ball stuff here folks, so i hope you like balls, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Sexy Air Traffic Conducting, Vaginal Sex, Voyeurism

“Happy birthday, Shane,” Sara says. “I got you a Ryan.”

“Th—thanks?” Shane says. He looks at Ryan and Ryan just looks back, weirdly impassive, giving nothing away. “But I’m pretty sure I already have a Ryan in this model. What’s the return policy?”

“Not like this, you don’t,” she says, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. Out of the corner of his eye Shane can see Ryan bring his hand to his mouth, stifling a snicker that he turns into a cough. Oh, he thinks.

Oh shit.

I’m not gonna sit here and pretend that this fic is morally correct but Shane/Sara/Ryan fic is what I needed and it blew me away and it is the best smut thank you goodnight

#shane madej #shyan shipping society #Shyan #shane x ryan #ryan bergara #shane madej x reader #shane madej x ryan bergara #ryan bergara x reader #ghoul boys #watcher #watcher fanfic #buzzfeed unsolved #watcher ghost files #I’m sorry #shyan fic #fic recs #Shyan fic recs

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daydadahlias · 9 days

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hi hii 🌸 weird questions for writers: 12, 17, 28 and 35 pls? ily

hii adi !! thank u for asking !! ily

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Wow, this is like the most interesting and fun question ever. I definitely wouldn’t wish for more wishes because that’s cheating duh. I’m trying to think of what I really struggle with while writing. I think my first wish would be to always remember those super fantastic 2 a.m. ideas I have but never write down. It’s literally the worst thing ever to go to bed having a super great idea and then waking up going “wait, shit, what was that idea again?” I think my second wish would be to always know how to end a scene! There are so many scenes I have that I think fall a little flat in their transition to the next one because I’m just going “oh shit I need to cut this off so I can get to the next.” So I would wish that I always knew the perfect transition line to end a scene. And my final wish… hmm. OOO it would to never have any continuity errors in my writing lol!! I’m not great at math so figuring out timing for fics and the timeline is always really confusing for me and I’m TOTALLY sure about half my fics have some type of plot hole related to the timeline. So, my third wish would be to always have an understandable and cohesive timeline in a fic that has no inconsistencies or continuity errors <3

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

I SHOULDNT! I shouldn’t get into it, Adi, you’ll be here for DAYS. I am having literally the time of my life writing up all the little background details for this fic right now (this is my lil chaptered groupie fic im working on) and I think Most of them will make their way into the text somehow so I won't give, like, too many spoilers But there’s also plenty of stuff that won’t make it in there! Like, I had to make up this fake band for the fic (Lovelace) and to do that, I had to plan their albums/setlist for their tour (so I knew what tf i was talking about when writing). And to do that, I had to write a little bit of every single song they have!! So for the last week or so, I made a masterdoc and wrote a verse or two from every single one of their songs (which is 24 songs so I'm kind of giving 5sos a run for their money). Obviously, a few of these lyrics will find their way into the fic (like I've already included some in the first chapter) but definitely not all of them (because a couple songs are written really badly lmao) so it’s just a pretty cool little secret thing to have to help me write !!! and then there’s also a lot of backstory/history about the forming of the band (and some band dynamic stuff) that me and Ashley have talked about but I don’t know how much of that will or won’t appear in the fic yet <3 there's also the whole planning all the venues and the shows dates and what hotels they're staying at aaaa. I could never work in the industry it's way too much planning. but i think the coolest part of the process so far has been designing and writing the albums <3

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Aw this is a cute one. Hmm i think the answer is Take Notes Calum tbh!! He was so much fun to write and, honestly, I’ve really struggled trying to write any characters like him moving forward. Like he’s just kind of Weird. He’s very manic pixie dream boyfriend coded. I had the most fun writing Take Notes because it was so silly while also kind of serious and in most of my other work I struggle to really reattain that balance. Like I feel as though I tip either one way or the other and TN was really the only fic that rode the line super well. And I think that was in large part due to the way I wrote Calum in that fic so!! I really enjoyed him and wish I could write him again!!

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Great question because there are a lot of writing “rules” i DO follow pretty closely so it’s hard to know exactly which ones I break. I’ve heard writers say to “avoid prologues” but I really love a prologue so that’s something. OO I will say !! a big rule of advice I got in high school creative writing was “don’t write a hobo in space story” (this is from a really good short story that talked about all the short stories you shouldn’t write lol) which is basically a story where two characters just hang out and talk and nothing really Happens except for them talking. And, honestly, i fucking love a hobo in space story. I love a scene where it’s just two dudes Talking. So i definitely do that sort of thing a lot even though i was told not to lol <3

#pigeon #adi #thank u for asking !!!#i LOVE WIIP GAMES #and these questions are so FUN #ily adi !!!#mwah

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cricket-reader · 9 months

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Side of the Road III

Summary: the team has to come to terms with the new guest at the compound. Old wounds are brought to the surface for Bucky.

Warnings: language, depictions of violence, Tony Stark being himself, mentions of near death experience, mentions of wounds, probably incorrect medical jargon/procedures, Bucky’s negative thoughts

Word Count: 1,201

A/N: Today is my official one year anniversary of this account. Thanks to everyone who followed me and left comments. I appreciate you all more than words can say! I figured to celebrate by posting a continuation of my first ever fic I posted to Tumblr!

Series Masterlist | Part 2

The next morning, Stark is at the coffee machine as the rest of the team meander in. Bucky didn’t get any sleep, too preoccupied about the guest they picked up. Steve and Sam didn’t get much sleep either, haunted by the mutilated figure of that innocent woman. Bruce and Helen stayed up until the woman’s body was stable enough to move out of the cradle, and even then they took turns keeping watch over her.

“You guys, I had the weirdest dream last night. I don’t remember specifics, but there was a lady wrapped in our coats trying to give terminator over there a-”

“Stark.” Steve’s sharp voice cuts off his sentence.

Tony’s head whips around to see the haunted faces of his teammates. Frowning, he sets his mug on the counter.

“So… it was real?” He shrugs with a non-committal hum before plastering a smirk over his features. “I thought it was a weird dream anyway. Why would I want that image in my mind?”

“Knock it off, Stark. That girl almost died. This is no joking matter.”

Tony’s face pales. He didn’t think it was serious. How much did he have to drink last night? “What exactly happened?”

“We’re not sure. Her back was mangled and she was left in below freezing temperatures with nothing to protect her against the cold. If she had been administered to any normal hospital, she would have died.”

Tony’s hand scrubs over his scruffy facial hair. “There was no one around?”

“Nope, it seemed like whoever did that to her dropped her there to die.”

“Well, shit.”

Tony doesn’t like the sound of this. He is naturally an untrusting person. Hell, he doesn’t even let the Avengers—the team he has worked with for years—see the real him. Letting an unknown into his compound is a risky move. But how far would his enemies go to get to him—to the team? Surely they wouldn’t send him a nearly-dead woman to take him or his team out.

First of all, there are much more efficient ways to get rid of him, as evident with the whole Obie spectacle. Secondly, no one on the brink of death could take out his teammates. He’ll just have to keep an eye on her when she makes her recovery.

“Friday, my love, how is our newest guest settling into our wonderful compound?”

“Her vitals appear to be stable. She has not woken up yet, but she is recovering thanks to Doctor Cho and Banner,” Friday responds, diligent as ever.

“Great,” he claps his hands together before grabbing his coffee and disappearing to his lab.

Steve scoffs. “How can he be so cruel? It’s like he doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

Bucky frowns, grabbing a mug for himself and Steve. The bitter liquid spurts into the cups, ready to give them fuel for the day—or at least for a few minutes.

On his part, Bucky isn’t completely convinced that Stark’s true nature is cruel. Bucky honestly suspects it has everything to do with him. Who would want to show their true face to the psycho who killed their parents? Not for the first time, he wonders if the team would be better off without him.

“Wow, I see how it is,” Sam grumbles, grumpily grabbing his own mug and making his own coffee.

“What? Don’t tell me princess Sam needs his overly sugary excuse for coffee made for him. Would you like me to cut up your breakfast into small pieces too?”

Sam rolls his eyes, saying something about jerk-faced super-soldiers getting on his nerves.

When Bruce steps into the kitchen, the atmosphere stills. Conversation halts and eyes dart towards his exhausted figure.

Bruce sighs. “She’s stable for now. We almost lost her a few times, but she’s a fighter. We’ve got her on a feeding tube and everything until she wakes up.”

“The marks on her back?” Sam questions.

“The cellular regeneration worked. From the brief look I got at the wounds, I suspect she was either whipped or someone took to carving into her with a knife.”

A shattering sound breaks the otherwise silent response. Heads turn to look at Bucky who is staring in shock at what’s left of the broken piece of pottery in his vibranium hand—almost as if he hasn’t registered that it was him who destroyed it.

Bucky doesn’t even feel the burning liquid seeping into his shirt and jeans.

Swallowing, he looks around the room, shame filling his body as he goes to clean up the mess he made. Steve tells him to go get cleaned up before Bucky can even start to pick up the shattered pieces.

Allowing Steve to do just this one thing for him, Bucky storms out of the room. On the way to his room he tries to think of a way to repay Steve for helping him, even if he has been told that he doesn’t owe Steve anything on numerous occasions.

Distraction, he realises.

He’s trying to distract himself from the fact that some poor woman had to endure some of the same kind of torture he went through. He grits his teeth, remembering the way those whips tore at his flesh. The way they burned their way through the outermost layers of skin and kept digging and digging and-

She had to go through that too

His gut churns, heart beating faster and faster. Disgust, hatred, and pure unadulterated rage claw their way through his body. He needs to punch something—he needs to punish those who punished her.

The door to his room slams open. If it were any normal door, it would have broken off its hinges. The only reprieve he receives from the force he used comes in the form of the hole where the doorknob met the wall. He slams his door back shut, knowing at this point he’s acting like a toddler with a tantrum but not having it in him to care.

Why is he so angry?

In all his time as the Winter Soldier, one would think that he had seen enough horrors to be numbed to anything and everything around him. So why does this irk him so much?

It doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t like it. He shouldn’t feel this way over some poor woman he knows nothing about. For all he knows, she could have deserved it. She could be the scum of the earth finally broken down to her last resorts. She could be as bad as his captors in Hydra. Turning a blind eye to the corruption or playing a direct hand in an unwilling participant’s torture.

But the way she begged him. Please—no… no more… It appalled him that she reminded him so much of himself. Of his early days where he fought with everything he had, the days where he begged the doctors to stop, to let him die, to have mercy.

It hits too close to home, he decides. That is the reason he is so worked up about it. She has been broken down into a shell of herself just as he had been.

He deserved those lashings after all the blood that stained his hands. Did she?

Series Masterlist | Part 4

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fantomette22 · 9 months

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Hello, I need to know your thoughts about Ludwig (and Laurence if you don't mind?) - headcanon, relationship with others or just something you think about him! >:) (I didn't found them in your blog sry if you answered something like that already xd)

Alright! So for Laurence I already share a few ideas here : X - X - X - X and here.

Now for this dear Ludwig I do have a few ideas! I don't remember If I share things I don't think I share a lot 😐

Last time it was my last design of him eventually this funny idea with his sword. And I did a few other drawing on him they are around my blog somewhere 😅 I share a few here too like you have seen (I forgot some too...)

Now, what could I say before sharing a tons of lil headcanons... Well the first time I beat him it was thanks to Valtr! I found him so hard! Now it's way easier XD just a few tries in NG+ His lore is super interesting and even if he probably made tons of mistakes and bad things (see all the blood he have on his hands + church + that people even treat him like a monster?) I feel pity towards him 😢

Also the music is so good 👌 and he's the only one to maintain a bit of humanity and of himself after he turned into a beast?! JUST WOW And even if his design is sure quite... particular... an equine like beast with eyes? So unique. It could be based on the horse guardian of the underworld in Chinese mythology. (I need to look more on it there might be other influence as well).

And of course he got the holy moonlight sword! It's not anything.

And before doing the dlc I always find really interesting the bit of lore around him! (Gehrman mentioning him, the sword, badge description etc) So finally seeing him for real is impressive! If the dlc didn't existed I would have assume he was the beast possessed soul below the old workshop (yeah I have an headcanon for the poor guy too).

Now for the headcanons I have him less develop than the rest so I will just do some list! And in one of my headcanon timeline I still don't know if he should died years before Laurence or should he be there when the dream was create, kill Laurence when he turned in to a beast and die after etc.

Ok go for a few headcanons!

🗡️ He's from either a small noble family or bourgeois family. (he's ancestor were great warriors after all! That originated from Pthumeru & Cainhurst too). I don't know if he have any sibling 🤔 that would make sense if he was the youngest son or something.

🌖 He have heterochromia! His right eye is green (if not teal) and his left one dark brown. At some point his right eye will become more teal colored (same as holy moonlight sword) then blind from and injury (or the contrary).

🗡️ He's left handed. I mean I think it was already kinda oblivious and really one of the only thing that for me is not an headcanon but well canon.

🌖 He was a student at Byrgenwerth at the same time of Maria, Caryll, Rom, Mico etc whom he became fast friends with as well as Laurence & Gehrman. He studied in hm check notes either theology or something in history or military history perhaps? 😅 I am still unsure and I need it for my next fic chapter help.

🗡️ HE LOVES HORSES!!! He had a lil white shetland pony (place holder name is Leonard...) when he was a kid and he did ride horses some times to times but he didn't have one that belong to him for a lot of years. So yeah he was quite a horsegirl with Maria XD she did have a horse and she bring him at Byrgenwerth on her 2nd year and let Ludwig go on ride with him, take care on and all. As such he ask Byrgenwerth to work as a part job at the stable.

All the horses and equine love him too! Even the scared or agressive ones! He have a gift it seems.

🌖 Later on when he had to go somewhere with a horse that was either one of Maria black horses, a brown mule and his last horse a white horse (with a black mane?)

🗡️ He adopted a baby orphan crow too. I don't have a name yet but it's the research hall crow that give us the guidance rune.

🌖 Yes Laurence convince him to become a cleric how surprising I know. (They guy convert so many help)

🗡️ Before wearing the executioner / beta hunter healing church clothes he wear something similar to the Yharnam set. With a tricorn hat yep. A gift from Gehrman.

🌖 He's the first one to have wear the hunter chief emblem.

🗡️ As he kid he was kind of a Labrador/good boy type of guy that become more ruthless after becoming the leader of the hunter of the church and bad things happening around him. He was really kind, protector and courageous for his friends! even if at times he seems he bit oblivious to what was going on around him XD and shocked lot of the times 🤣 see the encounter with a shadow of Yharnam hvhqf

🌖 I am still hesitating on when/where he got the holy moonlight sword. I guess he got a blood transfusion before hand and either lost himself 2-3 days in Pthumeru, Loran or Isz or another underground labyrinth. The other were really worried and glad he was alive. Even if he was hurt had a weird magic sword and say he heard and saw things now. "Yeah like Caryll! Nothing to be worried of." "But Laurence-"

🗡️ He know how to dance in ballroom properly and could play piano and a horn.

🌖 He was kind toward the new hunters (workshop & church) and help Simon got his bow for example.

🗡️ He was choose as the leader of the church hunters because of many aspect : cleric, better vibe to the public and to talk to LOTS of people than poor Gehrman rip, proximity with Laurence, Holy moonlight sword, guidance rune, hear voices don't let Flora lure you Ludwig!, one of the first tomb prospector for the church etc

🌖 Yeah he was, maybe, really close with Laurence if you see what I mean 😏 he might have mercy kill Laurence too... that's the huge crack on the skull...

🗡️ he had great relationship with Maria, Gehrman, Caryll, the scholars and all when everything went well. Still when everything began to spiral down (after Maria died, before Moon presence) he still went to see Gehrman with Micolash to drink tea really occasionally, without Laurence knowing.

🌖 He got at least a scar on his face because of the fishing hamlet.

🗡️ At the end of his life he went kinda crazy and smash everything while closing his eyes... so yeah many collateral damaged... things become worst and he transformed and many people died.. the hunters who discover what happened to Ludwig where shut in cells (Yamamura, Gratia, + a few other guys)

🌖 And last one, if he have a cute nickname it would be Lulu ^^

I probably forgot a few things but it should be all for now!

#bloodborne #my asks #bloodborne headcanons #ludwig the holy blade #my art #laurence the first vicar #ludwig the accursed #also I just discover a saint was named Ludwig lol

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damonjuicyscock · 7 months

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Playlist- Chapter 8: Too fast for love (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, a few spelling mistakes, but that's all.

Words: 3189

Summary: Los Angeles 1994, the Whisky A Gogo gig. Noel leaves, Y/N is worried. They're all searching for him, and all see that Y/N is still in love with Noel. How will it end ?

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 8. Yup, I got inspired as you can see. I can't wait for you horny lovies to read the next chapter ! I hope you are all doing fine and are taking care of you. Don't forget that you're loved and you're important. I'm saying this because there's probably people reading these fan fics who need to hear this.

Enjoy !

“Living on a jet

Making love to someone else's dreams

Say it again

She puts her legs up, well, calls it good luck

Do you know what I mean?

Oh-no, oh-no

Do you remember?

Well, I remember

Dream machine, so damn cool

She can turn on the night

The more that she gets

The more that she needs

Do you know what I mean?

Oh-no, oh-no

Do you remember?

Well, I remember

September 29th 1994- Los Angeles- Whisky A Gogo

Too fast

Too fast for love

Too fast, you're too fast for love”

Wow, I was in LA. It was spectacular, knowing I would probably never have come here in my life if I wasn’t with the band. But I was so damn happy to be there. And Oasis would play the Whisky A Gogo, which was something absolutely massive.

Such good bands played there before like The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Blondie, Mötley Crüe… And now Oasis would become one of the greats. Or at least, we thought. That was until the guys mistook cocaine with meth, that would lead to several sleepless nights and two splits.

That’s quite some good white powder! want some Y/N? Liam asked

Huh no, thanks. I answered

Ye’re not taking cocaine? Noel asked

Nah, I never did, and I’ll never do. You might think that’s fun, but this thing is actually shit. I prefer my weed.

Suit yerself. Noel answered

And knowing what happened and the state they were in, I did well. I tried several times to dissuade Noel from taking cocaine or other drugs like this, but I couldn’t do more than that, I was no one to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do. But that night, I should have tried harder. Especially when I discovered it was meth.

The gig was chaotic. They were all so wasted that they were playing several songs in one. Liam insulted the public, sniffed meth between songs at the back of the stage, threw his tambourine at Noel’s head, Noel’s vocals were terrible… Don’t do drugs kids.

After the gig, the brothers almost fought physically, I had to stop them. Liam was pissed off, and Noel was furious.

I fucking quit, I swear.

Noel, please calm down.

How am I supposed to fucking calm down when our only fucking chance to be known in the US was wasted because of this fucking dickhead?!

Do you even hear yourself talk? You’re talking about your brother Noel!

I knew ye would take his fucking side.

I’m not taking any side Noel; I’m just not letting you talk about your brother in those terms! You will have other chances. This time just think about not fucking doing meth.

Oh so that’s me fault then?

Come on Noel, try to think straight, you’re being paranoid! I never said it was your fault.

He had his fists balled up. I approached him and I took them in my hands, which seemed to soothe him.

Ye’re right, I’m soz.

Hey, it’s okay, you need some sleep. Come on, let’s go back at the hotel. We’ll go in our room, and I’ll roll us a joint, okay?

He nodded and we did as I said.

Once in the bedroom, I rolled a joint while Noel was preparing two G&T’s while being on the phone with Maggie. I started smoking when he finally hang up.

Our kid disappeared. He said

What do you mean by he disappeared?

After we argued, he apparently just vanished with his fucking towel around his neck.

Knowing him, he probably went out for a few scoops. I answered

Well I don’t want to involve the cops, me.

Who said we would have to involve them?

Well, knowing him, he’ll probably start a fucking fight.

Not necessarily. Let’s just… focus on you right now, okay? Come and sit on the bed with me. We’ll just drink, smoke, cuddle and relax, okay? That’s what you need right now. Liam is a big boy Noely.

Ye’re right.

He sat beside me, and we drank our G&T’s, then we laid down smoking a few joints silently, cuddling. And I made the big mistake of falling asleep. Yes, I was asleep in his arms, but the morning after, he wasn’t there anymore.

September 30th 1994- Los Angeles:

I woke up at 9am, alone in the bed. I started calling and looking for Noel everywhere in the room and finally thought he may be at the hotel’s restaurant. He may be decided I should get more sleep. But did he?

So without knowing what was expecting me, I took a shower and put some clean clothes on before going downstairs to join Noel who still wasn’t back.

And when I arrived, I was met by the others, and Noel was nowhere to be seen. Even Liam was there.

Heya guys.

Mornin’ Y/N. Bonehead answered

Did y’all manages to get some sleep?

Yup, and that’s a failure. Guigsy answered

Yea, a fuckin’ one. With all the scoops I had, I should have been able to fuckin’ sleep. But no. Liam said

You took too much meth Li’. I answered

Probably yea.

Where’s Noel? I asked

Huh… Guigsy hesitated

What is it? I asked

He’s fucking gone Y/N. Liam answered

What do you mean by he’s gone? I said, starting to panic

He’s gone like bye-bye, adfuckingdios, au revoir.

No shit Sherlock! I know what gone means, I mean where the fuck is he?

Okay stay calm Y/N but… we don’t know. Tony said

What the f… where’s Maggie?

She’s in her room, on the phone.

Well you all seem so concerned about the topic, so I’ll go see her.

She won’t have more information than us ye know? And we’re concerned ‘bout it. Tony answered

Yeah, nevermind.

I never had this much adrenaline in my body. It’s like I literally flew to Maggie’s room, hoping she would know more.

I didn’t even knock at her door and burst inside her room.

Where the fuck is he Maggie?

Y/N please, calm down. She answered

How can I calm the fuck down when I don’t know where Noel is? I fucking fell asleep with him next to me and the morning after he just fucking vanished?

Listen, all I can tell you is that he came to me late last night, asking me for all the money I had, if I could give it to him and his passport. He said he wanted to fly back to England.

He wouldn’t leave us here!

You mean he wouldn’t leave YOU here. Listen Y/N, I gave him 700$. We tried to join his mother and his other brother, but they didn’t answer yet.

That’s probably because they’re sleeping! I exclaimed

Okay, that’s enough Y/N, we’ll talk when you’ll be calm. Now let me do my job. Go smoke some weed or something.

I spent the afternoon smoking weed and cigarettes and drinking away my worry.

I was fucking wasted but it was working. And soon, I was joined by Liam.

Drinking away yer sorrow won’t work. Already tried it and that’s shite.

I’m not… Well yeah, I’m sad in a way, and disappointed… but mostly, I’m fucking worried. He could have talked to me for fuck’s sake!

I know. He answered, ordering a drink

I was so drunk I started saying things I shouldn’t have.

I fucking love him Li’. I fucking love him and it would fucking kill me if he didn’t feel the same.

I already know all this, love. And I know he loves ye too. The way he looks at ye says it all. And even if he didn’t love ye like that anymore, we all know ye’ll still be living ‘cause ye don’t need anybody. Stop moaning, it’s not ye.

I chuckled.

You’re right, it’s not me. But I can’t stop worrying.

I know that, me.

Come on, buy me another scoop and let’s have a toast. Your concert yesterday may not have been the best, but you still put on a good show.

Damn yea we did, and we will in the future.

I don’t doubt it.

Liam bought me another drink and we drank a toast.

Here’s to future concerts where we’re going to have a fucking blast and give it our fucking all!

And here’s to future concerts without meth and with cocaine instead, shall we?

Ye’re fuckin’ right, I’ll never try meth again, me. I want to be able to fucking sleep and sing well fer fuck’s sake.

The morning after, I woke up shitfaced and in my undies. I opened my eyes, holding my head. Then I heard snoring next to me. I turned my head and saw Liam, at his best, his buttocks sticking out of the blanket. I put my hands over my mouth in shock.

Oh you’ve got to be shitting me! I exclaimed

This woke Liam up.

Shh, don’t speak so fucking loud! He growled

L-L-Liam, you’re naked.

And so what? Ye’ve never seen a Gallagher naked? ‘Cause I’m sure ye’ve seen Noel naked countless ti…

Liam! I shouted

Alright, fine! I’ll cover me model body.

Ah ah, very funny Liam! Please, tell me we didn’t…

Didn’t what?

Well you know…

No I don’t.

For fuck’s sake Liam, tell me we didn’t have sex!

Liam looked at me and burst out laughing.

Ye’re a beautiful girl Y/N, but no, we didn’t have sex. Ye’re like a sister to me. And believe me, if we did, ye’d remember it!

Your humility will get the better of you one day, you know that?

Yea, I know. Now listen, ye look like ye’ve had a blackout, okay? What I can tell ye, right, is that we had a lot to drink last night at the bar, we had a lot of fun, then at some point ye didn’t feel well, ye wanted to get some fresh air and ye threw yer room keys down a fucking drain, so I told ye we were going to sleep in me room. When we got there, ye threw up on the head of someone who was in the pool, he started to shout at ye, so he had a problem with me, meanwhile ye were laughing yer head off and flipping him off. When we finally got back to the room, ye went straight to the bathroom and ye took a cold shower without undressing, so afterwards, I had to take yer clothes off, ye threw yerself on the bed in yer underwear and fell asleep. As fer me, I just like to sleep naked, that’s all. Is it good fer ye?

Huh yeah… I really did that? I asked

Oh yea ye did. I’d never lie to ye Y/N.

Soz…

Don’t. it was fun.

Okay… I’m… I’m gonna go see if Maggie has any news about Noel.

Yea. But ye should get dressed fer it. A little fucking decency, at least.

And a few minutes after, I was in Maggie’s room. She still didn’t have news from Noel, but she was having a few ideas on how to find him.

He doesn’t have a credit card with him, but he has a phone. I could trace his calls and it would tell us where he is.

Why didn’t you think about this before? I asked

Listen, we were all in a bit of a turmoil and we needed a bit of peace and quiet to think things through, and in the end, it just came to me. That’s what counts, isn’t it? Please Y/N, don’t be a pain in the arse.

I won’t be a pain in the arse! that was just a fucking question Maggie! I just wish I knew where Noel fucking was so I could go and find him!

You’re not going to like what I’m going to tell you but… if anyone’s going to go looking for him, it won’t be you. For safety’s sake, and we can’t lose anyone else, especially you. Liam and Noel would kill me.

I don’t give a fuck about my safety Maggie! I want to be part of it, don’t take this away from me, I’ll be the only one he’ll talk to.

If by “don’t take this away from me” you’re talking about your reunion, I’m not taking this away from you. You’ll have it, just not like this. You’re too important Y/N, we can’t send you to where he is, I’m sorry. But I promise you I’ll find him, and I promise you a reunion, that’s for sure. I know how much you love him. I know how you’re in love with him, and there’s nothing more beautiful than love, so no, I can’t afford to lose you, wherever he is. Because I think Noel loves you the same way, and I have no right to take THAT away from you. I can’t let you go because, depending on where he is, it might be dangerous for you, knowing that he's not in London nor Manchester, so places you know or at least a bit about. I swear, Noel would make me regret it.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I was too stressed, and everyone had apparently found out about my love for Noel. Only Noel didn’t seem to see anything.

Alright.

Good. She answered

That’s when Maggie’s phone rang, giving me hope. She answered, repeating “alright” and “thank you” several times before hanging up.

So? I asked

He’s in San Francisco. Tim will go.

October 14th 1994- Minneapolis

Noel was supposed to come back, their next gig would be this night. I hadn’t been able to sleep all night. I was lying in my bunk on the tour bus thinking about him. He’d gone for tea with Liam to have a chat, and it was only right that they should meet up before our own reunion.

At 9am, I decided to get up and get dressed, and went out for a cigarette. And then I saw him, approaching me. I ran to him, and he opened his arms and hugged me tight.

I’m so fucking soz… He said

You scared the shit out of me Noely… I answered

I know.

Why did you do that? I asked

I took too much drugs, I needed some time to clear me head and I needed to think. I was so mad, I needed to teach our kid a lesson.

You could have least taken me with you! I chuckled

Don’t worry, I was in good hands, and I was even able to write a song.

Oh really?

Yeah, it was a way to thank Melissa, the girl who welcomed me and let me stay at her place in San Francisco.

I smiled, but I was only pretending. Deep down, I felt that something had happened between this Melissa and Noel, and I didn’t like it at all. Imagining Noel with someone else was breaking my heart.

That’s a beautiful thing you did here Noely, will you play it to me after the gig tonight?

We’ll see, if ye’re good. He answered winking at me

But during the gig, this song was running in my head. Noel and Liam had started singing Rock N’Roll star and Noel’s guitar case caught my eye. I had to find a paper. I had to find this song. And when I opened it, there it was. It was called Talk Tonight. So I read it. And I knew Noel by heart. This time I was sure when reading it that things had happened.

Oasis finished their set and left the stage. I was sulking. My heart was in pieces.

What did ye think? We were great, right? Noel asked

Yeah, not bad. I answered

Not bad? I gave me fucking heart and soul!

Yeah, you might have. I answered dryly

Okay, what’s wrong? Why d’ye have a cob on?

Not here Noel.

Yes here!

No! I shouted

Okay, then follow me upstairs, we’ll smoke a fag.

We went upstairs and found a door leading us outwards. I lit my cigarette myself when he was about to do it, so instead, he lit his. I remained silent.

Oh come on, are ye going to talk or are ye going to give me the silent treatment?

I knew I would cry if I talked, but I had to.

Did you fuck her? I asked, my voice trembling

What?!

Come on Noel, tell me the truth.

Why does it matter?

Just answer the fucking question Noel! I answered, on the verge of tears

Yea, and so what?

You’ve got to be shitting me! I shouted

What’s yer fucking problem Y/N?

Tears started rolling down my cheeks, I was sobbing hard. My heart hurt and I almost couldn’t breathe anymore.

Are you fucking blind or are you doing this on purpose? I’ve been sending you explicit messages for almost two fucking years now and you can’t see anything? Can’t you see that I fucking love you to death Noel?

Are ye fucking kidding me? Ye are the one who fucking left me Y/N!

I didn’t, you did! Yous stopped calling overnight after an argument, you fucking broke up with me!

I never explicitly told ye that I wanted to break up with ye! I was a fucking roadie fer fuck’s sake! Ye should see and know what a job that is!

You’re fucking lying to yourself, that’s brilliant!

I’m not!

Don’t you dare tell me that you didn’t even have two fucking minutes to call me because that’s not true! You’re the one responsible! You left me! You broke my heart!

Oh so ye think ye didn’t break mine? When I came back to Manchester and me mam told me ye’d left and I came home, alone, in that empty apartment, Ringo wasn’t even there… I suffered, I suffered enormously. And then a few days later, I decided to find ye, to come and see ye, because me fucking life depended on it, I had to see ye! I had to see if ye were happy!

I fucking wasn’t! So that’s my fault then? You want to play it like that?

Oh come on Y/N, I never said…

Fuck you Noel! Fuck you!

Wait Y/N, I…

Fuck off!

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secret-vent-rant-account-i-guess · 9 months

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Ok..I've been thinking about making this for a while so... trigger warnings...I guess

If you do not want to listen about colombine then don't read this so if you don't like any of the stuff related to that then... please go away

If you do want to listen to this and you..... really like the two guys who did it like.....really like them...then also don't read this because it's just me yelling about how I don't like them

And finally 3....there is no grammar or punctuation and I don't wanna put it so without further adieu

MY THOUGHTS ABOUT ERIC HARRIS AND DYLAN KLEBOLD AND WHY THEY SUCK

Ok context I've been doing this thing where I get baked and watch disturbing hour long iceberg videos it's fucking awesome you should try it anyway I was watching "the disturbing and controversial video games iceberg"

Here:

https://youtu.be/sQ1wzo2Zh14?si=Dq74dIht-POE-anC

And on like...teir 3 I think there was this one game titled "super colombine massacre RPG" it's.... exactly what it sounds like and the last teir was doom maps made by Eric harris and idk after watching that video....it stuck with me not in a way that traumatized me but....I kept thinking about those guys their names and faces so often it's like....every other thought and I think a lot

And because I think about them so often I feel bad about it because I feel like one of the people who have a crush on these guys....I don't have a crush on them I have no positive feelings for these greasy mudballs

AND THEY ARE BOTH....JUST ASS LIKE THEY GENUINELY FUCKING SUCK IDK HOW Y'ALL EVEN LIKE THESE DUDES I HATE THEIR GUTS

SPEAKING OF WHICH.....HOW DO Y'ALL EVEN SIMP FOR THESE TRASHMITES

LIKE ERIC HARRIS IS THE MOST AVERAGE LOOKING MOTHER FUCKER I'VE EVER SEEN LIKE....I KNOW LIKE 5 DUDES WHO LOOK LIKE HIM

DYLAN ON THE OTHER HAND LOOKS LIKE THE DEFENTION OF GREASY LIKE THEY ARE BOTH.....JUST....NO

AND ME THINKING ABOUT THEM CONSTANTLY PROBABLY ISNT GREAT FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH BECAUSE IM SCSRED TO GO BUY A SODA AT NIGHT BECAUSE I HAVE THIS IRRATIONAL FEAR THELAT THEY'RE GHOSTS ARE GONNA GET ME....I KNOW THAT WON'T HAPPEN THERES NO WAY IT COULD

ANOTHER REASON IT SUCKS FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH I THINK LIKE.... ALMOST EVERY OTHER GUY MIGHT SHOOT UP MY SCHOOL THAT MAKES ME KINDA PARANOID

AND FINALLY I WAS IN CLASS AND A CLASS MATE OF MINE CAME A LITTLE LATE WEARING A TRENCH COAT AND SHADES I ALMOST HAD A GODDAMN HEART ATTACK ITS NOT OK

AND OH HO HO HO MAN....I FOUND SHIT I FUCKING FOUND....WEIRD SHIT I TRIED TO GO ON THIS SITE CAUSE I THOUGHT MAYBE THERE ARE OTHER HATE POSTS ABOUT THESE GUYS....THEN I REMEMBER ITS FUCKING TUMBLR I FOUND THE FANDOM....THID MADE ME FEEL WORSE LIKE....I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO CONFESS THAT IM NOT ATTRACTED TO THESE FUCK WADS AT ALL LIKE 50 TIMES I FEEL BAD LOOK MAKE ALL THE DYLRIC SHIT YOU WANT MAN BUT FUCK....I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU (wow that sounds mean I'm sorry)

THE FICS ARE WORSE MAN....THEY ARE SO..... IDK HOW TO SAY IT BUT I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER FELT TRUE DREAD TILL NOW

IVE BEEN HAVING DREAMS ABOUT THEM BRO ITS NOT GOOD

(I had this dream where Eric and Dylan lived in one of those influencer mansions like hype house or something and they were telling all the tik tokers about this thing called "cliff terroism" it's domestic terroism but better for the environment and JFK from clone high was there he approved this message)

THERE ARE.... CHARACTER AI BOTS OF THEM.....I-I HAD TO TRY THEM I HAD TO SEE I USED IT TO YELL AT THEM AND THEY WERE LIKE "ur mom" AND I ALSO PRETENDED TO BE A DOG BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

I TRIED SO HARD TO GET MY MIND OFF THEM I GOT HOOKED ON WALLY DARLING FOR A BIT SO I GOT CHAT GPT TO WRITE AN ESSAY ON WHY WALLY DARLING IS BETTER THEN THOSE FUCKING ASS RATS

LIKE I..... I FUCKING HATE IT AND THEM AND WHAT HAPPENED AND MAYBE DEEP DOWN I HATE MYSELF A LITTLE TOO

Thanks for listening...I really needed this

#tcc tumblr #tccblr #tcc columbine #columbine 1999 #Eric Harris #dylan Klebold #eric and dylan #dylric #reb and vodka #columbine massacre #columbine school shooting #columbine high massacre #rant post #vent post

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bloompompom · 1 year

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Why We Ended Things - Chapter 6

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You didn’t know it then but ending your relationship was the easy part. It was pretending that your feelings had ended along with it that was much harder.

You were the newest act at Wicked Sisters: a fresh-faced girl on her way to becoming the city’s star burlesque dancer. It sounded like a dream, but really, you just liked that it paid the bills.

It didn’t take long for you to settle into your role, make friends, and even fall in love — a lot. But two years later, you found yourself stumbling through life, left with no other choice but to look back and try to pinpoint where it first went wrong.

♡ Pairing: eren jaeger x female reader, levi ackerman x female reader ♡ Word count: ~6.4k ♡ Content warnings throughout this fic: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, drug/alcohol use, unhealthy coping mechanisms, boss/employee relationship, panic attacks, codependency.

Chapter 6: World's Biggest Idiot

Armin was right. About a lot of things, but more specifically about Eren being great at guitar. Fantastic, actually. Not that you were an expert on the subject by any means, but it did have you wondering why it took him so long to share his talent with you.

He was shy about it at first — something you wouldn’t have expected from the nosy bartender who carelessly fucked you in a gas station parking lot. But there was a lot about Eren that was left to discover. Dating was a delicate dance of putting the pieces together until you could step back and see the picture for what it was — the person for who they were. Still, Eren never failed to leave you with more questions than you had answers. But there was a chance that you weren’t asking the right questions.

Once the guitar came out, you couldn’t get him to put it away, but you loved every bit of it. Even when he tried to teach you how to play. Only once, though. That was all either of you could handle because you were terrible at it, almost to a shameful degree. It hurt your fingers, too. Eren had sworn up and down that anyone could play Brown Eyed Girl — the first song he had learned — but you managed to prove him wrong. It didn’t even take an hour.

You ran your thumb across the fingertips of your opposite hand. You rubbed out each of the imprints the strings had left behind. You joked, “Now I get why your fingers feel like shit when you massage my shoulders.”

Eren chuckled because he knew it was something you complained about often. He set the guitar aside and took your hand between his, raising it until it was at his lips. He left kisses along your fingers, then gently flipped your hand until he was pecking every one of your knuckles. It made you feel better about the fact that, just minutes ago, he was biting his tongue over your off-key plucking. Eren was cute when he was trying to keep his cool, so maybe there was a chance that you had played up your ineptitude.

He returned your hand to your lap and stood from his bed. “I have an idea.”

Eren walked over to his dresser and began rummaging around the top drawer. You leaned forward, lifting yourself from the edge of the bed to steal a look. Before you could ask what he was searching for, he was facing you again. He was smiling, smugly, as if he already knew you would hate his plan, and between his fingers was an egg shaker. You know, the thing a kid would play with in their elementary music class.

You felt your expression go flat. “Wow. I’m insulted. Was I really that bad?”

“Just a little,” he teased. He sat beside you once more, setting the ‘instrument’ in your palm, then he closed your fingers around it. “I kept this for little cousins. Back when we used to visit them for the holidays. They liked to be included.��

Thinking back on it, you remembered how you didn’t ask a single question about what he had said — what he was telling you. You were too wrapped up in the moment, too wrapped up in him, to read between the lines. You didn’t notice how he spoke in the past tense. Back when. Used to. Liked. You wish you had picked up on it sooner.

Instead, you frowned at him. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

Your eyes had settled onto your hands, with yours still encased in his. He bounced your wrist a few times, steadily and to whatever beat he had in his head. He looked up at you, his chin tilted low, curiously smiling as he waited to see if you would play along.

“Think you can handle it?” he asked.

Your heart fluttered in the way you would learn only Eren could pull from you. You bit back the smile that dared to span your face. “I think so.”

“Good.” The testing tone of his voice was back. He dropped your hand and reached for his guitar. “Because there’s no hope for you otherwise.”

You grew to like that dumb egg shaker because it meant you were always included in his practices. It made you feel as gullible as his younger cousins, but those nights were some of the ones you looked back on most often. You would laugh in tandem, passing his bong back and forth until your reserved giggles turned into bouts of laughter that hurt your ribs.

You would listen to his guitar, waiting for the chance to sneak in a kiss between strums. You would have sex, smoke some more, and spend the night in nothing but your underwear, shaking around that plastic egg, pleased as punch as you pretended your beat made any sort of difference. Eren always assured you that it did.

What was even better was when Eren would sing — when he was finally comfortable enough around you to do so. It felt like a prize because it took a long while before that happened, considering he lied to you about it at first, claiming he only played guitar. You guessed he planned on taking it to the grave because you only learned that he did, in fact, sing after you stumbled upon it by accident. That was also the day you found out he was pretty good at it, too.

It happened after roughly six months of dating. Eren had just given you a key to his apartment, the final straw being that he had locked himself one too many times. He had already lost the spare key that he kept under the mat, much to Ymir’s dismay. When Eren finally made another extra, he gave it to you. He said that if you had it, then there was no way he could lose it again. A very obvious and one-track way of thinking, if you did say so, but you willingly went along with it.

You only had the key for about a week before you had to use it. It wasn’t for its intended purpose, but you had to use it when disaster nearly struck. You were walking up to the apartment when you found Eren and Ymir’s cat outside, wandering across the patios of all their neighbors.

Was it mentioned already that they had a cat? Not that it truly mattered, but his name was Beansprout. Talk about a porn star name with that one. And Eren had the audacity to make fun of you for Gary?

Anyway, you hastily scooped up the lazy cat and carried him back home. You noticed the screen to their front window was on the ground. The little sucker must have paw-punched it out. You picked it up as well and continued toward the front door.

You knocked on it a few times with your elbow. No response. You did it again, but it seemed like no one was home. Even if there was, you weren’t going to stand around until someone let you in. The last thing you wanted was for the cat to get even more squirmy and break loose all over again.

You shuffled around until you could wiggle your keys from your back pocket. Once the door was shut behind you, the cat and the screen both safely inside, you went to shut the window. As you did, you called out, “Hey! Sprout was outside. Is anyone home?”

You poked your head around the corners, into the kitchen, and couldn’t find a trace of Ymir or Eren. Strange, considering you had dinner plans with Eren. But when you heard melodic strummings from down the hall, you guessed Eren had tucked himself away in his bedroom. He had a tendency to close out the world when he was playing guitar.

When you neared his room, the door just barely cracked open, you didn’t just hear his guitar. You heard his voice. Eren’s voice. Soft, only to himself and just under his breath, but he was singing. It sounded familiar, the very voice that you had an affinity for, but it was foreign, too. Like you had never heard before. Gentle and with a pleasant rasp at all the right parts of the song. It was Eren but it also wasn’t, somehow at the same time.

Your hand froze mid-air before you could rap it against the door. You stopped and listened with eyes like a kid on Christmas. You felt your lips curve, tugging into a smile until your cheeks were high enough on your face to blur your vision.

When you could no longer hold back, you burst through the door without any introduction. It scared the absolute shit out of Eren. He screamed, jumping so intensely that he nearly fell off the corner of his bed. He was dressed in only a pair of boxer briefs and one of his stretched-out band tees, the guitar that was once in his lap now on the floor. It was quite funny. To this day, thinking about it made you laugh.

When he realized it was just you, he let out a rather dramatic exhale and reached to pick up his guitar. “Giving you a key was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

You bulldozed over his question. “You have a really fucking good voice. You—”

“Wait. You heard that?” His tone, still just as shaky as before since he was still trying to find his breath, was less than enthused.

You didn’t catch that at first, though. You only continued with, “Yeah! You sounded great. I can’t—”

He flopped, rather theatrically, onto his bed with his back pressed against the mattress, letting out a groan as he did so. You crossed the room to sit beside him, patting his leg with an encouraging, “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

It was like he didn’t hear you. “If you’re gonna have a key, you’re gonna need to learn how to knock.”

“Well, you need to learn how to keep an eye on your cat,” you scoffed lightly. He sat up on his elbows and shot you a confused look. “I found him outside. He knocked out the screen to your window.”

“Is he okay?”

“Yes.” You poked his nose. “But don’t change the subject.”

“You’re literally the one—”

“You should think about performing again. Like, not just the guitar but singing, too. I’m sure there are tons of other open mic spots around here.”

“No way. I already feel like I’m gonna throw up knowing you just heard me.”

“Stop. You’re seriously talented. Don’t start acting all humble on me now,” you said. When he pretended to ignore you, you took each of his wrists in your hands and tugged him upright. “You’ll be the next Billy Joel.”

Eren was still huffy, but whatever you said seemed to snap him out of it. He looked more confused than before, his nose all scrunched up in the way you found cute. “What?”

“You know,” you said. He clearly had to be pulling your leg. You pointed to the poster on his wall. It was an album that probably existed for longer than you had. It was just as loved as the old tee he wore, the corners peeling up like it had managed to survive every move and every bedroom Eren had lived in. “The Green Day guy.”

“Billie Joe,” Eren corrected.

“You know what I meant,” you said. “Anyway, you need to get ready for dinner. I’m starving.”

You knew if he wasn’t still so flustered, oh boy, would he have given you an endless amount of shit for your flub. You had been together for what — six months? And you still didn’t know Billie Joe.

But as long as you were willing to embarrass yourself in front of Eren, he was happy to do just the same with you. Not that you found his singing even close to being an embarrassment like he did; you thought it was wonderful. Your favorite were the times when he sang in the car. You liked how his voice made every song sound like it was written just for you, whether he meant it that way or not.

Now that was just another memory to you, one that was painted in a sepia tone like an old photograph. Something you could look at but never feel or hear ever again. If Eren sang for you again, would it sound the same, or would all the words sound no different than they did on the radio?

* * *

Even after your set, the weird conversation with Erwin was still in the back of your mind. You still needed to clear your head before going home for the night — you didn’t want to bring that energy back with you. You went out to the back for some fresh air. The old couch was beginning to stink anyway.

Mikasa was there, too. She was leaning against the brick wall instead of sitting in one of the stiff, plastic chairs. It was probably the right decision on her part. Sitting in one of those things was a bit like playing Russian roulette — you never knew when one would finally collapse under the weight.

When your eyes met, you wore a tight-lipped smile and gave her a nod. She offered you a cigarette, just like everyone always did. This time, you took her up on it. Once it was lit, you played the risky game and relaxed into a chair. You sucked in a deep breath, the frigid air stinging at your lungs like the cigarette.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, flicking the ash from her cigarette onto the pavement. Her tone was shallow, her statement nothing more than a passing observation. She always spoke that way, though. You chose not to take it personally.

“Just the usual,” you said.

“It wouldn’t have to do with a certain someone, would it?”

You looked away from her, not liking the knowing glint in her eyes that showed even past her dark bangs. Her teeth looked bright against her dark lipstick when she smiled. “You know he isn’t here, right? You can tell me if something’s up.”

How did you want to put this?

You liked Mikasa, you really did. It was just that you didn’t trust her. She was smart, the smartest of the bunch, but what had you concerned was her annoying soft spot for Eren. You used to think she had feelings for him, but that was quickly put to rest once you got to know her. Even more so when you saw the sort of dudes that she dated. But she and Eren just seemed to get each other. You didn’t know why and you never questioned it.

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, because you only knew it meant she would always pick Eren over you. You had no choice but to choose your words wisely when she was around. She was all smiles and warm fuzzies with you now, but whatever you said would undoubtedly get back to Eren.

“I didn’t even realize he wasn’t here,” you said dumbly.

Mikasa rolled her eyes but didn’t press the matter further. You would have found her rude if you didn’t know her well. She was a bit like you in that way. Maybe that was why you still liked her, even though she had already planted her flag and picked her side.

But as if the conversation never happened, the two of you gossiped about Portia until you finished your cigarette.

Your body wanted to give out the moment you crossed through your doorway and into your apartment. You didn’t realize how tight your shoulders were until you finally sank into your couch, freed from the binds of corsets, bras, and lace. It was nothing but an old tee and less-than-sexy cotton underwear for you. That, and whatever rom-com you could mindlessly watch until you fell asleep.

You didn’t even know you were asleep until your eyes fluttered open to the bright light of your television screen. You blinked a few times until your brain registered that your vibrating phone must have woken you up. It wasn’t the single buzz of a text, though. It was a phone call.

You stared at your phone for a second. Eren’s face filled the screen. It was a picture of him from your date at the county fair last summer. He looked cute, sunkissed, all smiley. You used to love the photo because he was wearing one of those ridiculous balloons hats. You had matching pink ones that day. If you asked him, he would say you forced him into buying it, but it didn’t take much convincing.

You should really get around to changing that photo.

You answered the call (why did you answer the call?) and Eren immediately said, “Hey. It’s me.” There was a long pause when you didn’t say anything. “Are you home? I’m just outside.”

You sighed into the microphone, loud enough for him to hear. He would usually text you before this happened. A heads-up was always nice. It at least gave you the time to contemplate saying no. But you had a hard time doing that.

“Why are you here, Eren?” you asked.

“Can you let me in, please?”

You sighed, but it was the sort of sigh that sufficed as a ‘fine.’

You hung up the phone. Before you set it down, you looked at the screen again. It went black. The photo of Eren was gone. It felt shameful to admit, but you would have actually missed it if you didn’t know he was on the other side of your door.

You started to head toward your front door but remembered just in time that you wore just a t-shirt. You looked down at yourself, debating if it truly mattered. It wasn’t anything Eren hadn’t seen before. It was just your thighs; you wore even less around him at work. But it still didn’t feel right considering, well, you know.

Eren was still waiting behind the door, so you hurried to find something to throw on. Sure, he could have been more considerate and told you he was coming over, but you still didn’t want to keep him waiting, especially if you didn't want Hitch to see him.

In your bedroom, you tossed on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. You tied them loosely around your waist as you walked back toward the front door. You steadied your breathing with a couple of heaves of your chest. As you swung the door open, you immediately recognized the blitzed-out expression on Eren’s face.

“You’re drunk,” you said, less than thrilled about it.

He was smiling down at you in such a dopey way. “Mayhaps.”

Mayhaps. What an idiot.

You were still standing in the doorway, your hand pressed against the wood as you debated what to do next. “Please tell me you didn’t drive here.”

“I didn’t.” Eren decided for you, dipping underneath your arm and slipping into your apartment, like he thought he could still get away with it. “I paid Connie to give me a ride.”

“Hold on.” You closed the door and followed behind him. “You’re telling me you called Connie, waited for him to pick you up, paid him, rode all the way here, and not once did you think, ‘Hey, maybe this is a bad idea?’”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ at the end.

You groaned. How was he not getting it? Or maybe he did understand, but he simply didn’t care. Whatever it was, he clearly wasn’t thinking when he made the decision to come by. He looked as if he had thrown on his jacket, plopped a baseball cap backward on his head, then rushed out to Connie’s car.

You placed your hands on your hips. “Does that mean I can pay Connie to take you back home?”

“Mean.”

You watched him meander around your living room. The sight reminded you of the first time he spent the night. He looked just the same, peering out your windows and gazing over your collection of things. He looked a bit helpless even though his intoxicated smile hadn’t left once.

The way he was totally oblivious to your staring made you think back to your conversation with Erwin from earlier. He didn’t know it but mere hours ago, you held Eren’s job in your hands. But it was more than that; you had been holding his heart this entire time, too. Guilt started to pool in your stomach, and it was almost enough to make you gag.

For a second, you thought you could just tell him what happened. It would be nothing more than a warning, of course, but what would be the use? Knowing the type of people both Eren and Levi were, it would only make the situation worse. And Eren looked happy now, so why would you want to ruin that?

The silence between you lasted longer than usual. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say or do next, so you offered, “Can I make you some coffee? It’ll help you sober up.”

He turned toward you, a bit delayed, and looked relieved to hear you speak up. “Sure.”

You made him a fresh pot of coffee at 12:43 in the morning and stared at him while he drank it. You stood at your counter and leaned against it, with Eren seated at one of your stools. You had your arms folded across your chest. It was as plain as day that you were ticked off, but he failed to see it. You weren’t upset that he was here, even though you should have been. You were only upset because you could feel yourself softening the longer you looked at him.

He also didn’t notice how your eyes hadn’t left him since he sat down. He was all invested in his cup of coffee, blowing into the mug because he had already burnt his tongue on the first sip. He was always too eager about everything he did.

His face was pink. The splotchy pattern of booze decorated the skin just below his eyes. It made his green irises appear even brighter. You imagined holding his cheeks between your hands, how he would feel warm underneath your fingertips.

You shook the thought from your head. “Why are you here?”

Eren held the mug with both hands, its rim sitting against his bottom lip, as he continued to blow into it. He didn’t say anything back right away. He was staring you square in the face, interested, looking at you with eyes that said nothing and somehow everything, all at once.

Eren spoke as if his answer was already more than apparent. “I felt like seeing you.”

“This.” You pointed between the two of you. “This can’t keep happening. You can’t come over whenever you feel like it.”

He opened his mouth to defend himself but stopped short of saying anything. He looked defeated, but he hid it as well as he could. You hated the part of you that wanted to fix it — fix him — and make everything better. You had done so for nearly a year and eight months. It was a habit by now. You dug your nails into the meat of your palms instead of taking him by the shoulders to rub out the knot you knew he always tensed in his back.

Eren finally tore his eyes from you. You felt like you could breathe again. With the silence between you only growing, he reached to take his hat off and set it on the counter. He ran his fingers through his hair, twisting it behind his head until he held it in a fist.

“Do you have a hair tie?” he asked, as if you weren’t trying to have a serious conversation right now.

“No.”

He made a doubtful face. “You always have them.” He used his free hand to gesture behind you. “Just check that little junk drawer. I know there’s gotta be one in there.”

“Eren. Stop.”

He dropped his hands from his head and they fell to the counter with a sigh. His eyes darted from you, to his hands, then back to you. You could practically see every thought that raced through his head before he just about said, ‘fuck it,’ and asked, “Can I stay?”

You saw that coming from a mile away. Truthfully, you had already admitted defeat when you first opened the door for him. But now that he had asked you directly, you were forced out of the passive doormat role. You had to make a decision.

Eren must have seen it on your face that you were about to turn him down. He blurted out, “I’ll stay on the couch, just like always. Promise.”

“You’ve stayed at my apartment, like, ten times since we’ve broken up. It’s only been two months.”

“It’s actually eight.” He said it a little too proudly. Someone’s been counting. “And nothing’s ever happened. We haven’t even made out. You can trust me.”

You didn’t respond. You were still glaring at him, his hopeful expression as steadfast as ever. You felt your lips begin to pout as you berated yourself. You were about to become the world’s biggest idiot. Again.

Eren grabbed your hand. “Please, Gary?”

He always pulled that card whenever he knew you were mad at him. “Don’t call me that.”

Your eyes traveled down the length of your arm, only stopping when you were staring at where your hands met. He was just as warm as you had imagined. Touching him made your skin tingle. You watched your fingers twitch like you might just intertwine them with his. You pulled your hand away — a little too vigorously because you smacked it on the counter as you tried to hide it underneath. You hissed under your breath as you shook out the pain.

Eren was still waiting on your answer, even though he already knew it by now. You hadn’t sent him home yet. He was batting eight for eight.

“Okay,” you eventually said, your breath strained. “You know where the extra blankets are.”

He smiled up at you, returning to his coffee for another sip. You could no longer look him in the eye, not right now. You turned away and decided he could fend for himself. You scurried out of the kitchen and down the hall toward your bathroom because you didn’t know what the fuck you were feeling.

You hid away in your tiny bathroom. There wasn’t much room to pace, so you sat on the lid of your toilet with your elbows digging into the tops of your thighs. You buried your hands into the roots of your hair, your skull nearly hanging between your knees. Your eyes felt vacant. You studied the tile floor until the grout lines blurred together until you could no longer tell it had been two months since you last mopped.

You weren’t even sure what you thought about in the last five minutes you spent in the bathroom. Your mind felt like a sprawling and endless mess, piling on top of itself until you were left with a mountain of emotion. Just like the tiles, everything blended together. Maybe you didn’t even have a single coherent thought.

When you felt put together enough to go back to your living room, you saw Eren had already started fixing up the couch. He had two pillows under his arms that he must have found in your hall closet. You stepped in front of him, taking the pillows from him and walking them to the couch.

You began fluffing them into place, then went to fetch the spare bedding next. Eren watched as you breezed by and said, “I got it.”

He tried to take the comforter from your hands. You didn’t let him, tucking it closer to your chest before muttering, “Don’t worry about it.”

Why were you doing this? You didn’t have a clue. You told yourself it was because you could do it faster than him. The faster it was done, the faster you could lock yourself in your bedroom and pretend that this wasn’t happening. But you knew that wasn’t it. It wasn’t even half of it. Your reasoning went deeper, but you didn’t wish to name it.

Eren took a step back and let you do your thing, only his eyes following you. He was smart to do it because you were sure you would have snapped if he tried again. For what reason? Once again, you didn’t know. All you knew for sure was that your mountain of emotion was looking more like a volcano with each passing minute.

Eren fell to the couch and quickly made himself comfortable. The comforter he tugged up to his chin should have had his name embroidered on it by now. It felt like the millionth time that you had seen him like this, heavy-lidded and drifting off on your couch. In reality, it was only eight times. Nine, if you counted today. But you weren’t the one counting.

This was the part when your stupidity took over — the pathetic side of you that liked to feel needed. You took one of your knitted blankets, thoughtlessly draping it over him and giving it a couple of pats like you were tucking him in. It was too late for you to realize what was happening, and the intimacy of the moment overwhelmed you.

Your hands froze before you started to back away. You created some distance between you and Eren before you could do something you would regret. But before you turned for your bedroom, Eren’s tired voice caught you.

“Are you eating?”

You felt your eyes narrow as you scrutinized the question. You didn’t understand him, and you certainly didn’t understand what the question had to do with anything. “I’m alive, aren’t I?” you said, a bit sarcastically.

“No. That’s not what I meant.” His eyes were closed now, his face resting just to the side against the pillow. “I mean, are you eating before you come to work, or are you forgetting again?”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat.

When you dated, Eren was always good about making sure you ate, like it was his responsibility. It started after that fateful trip to the gas station, after he noticed how you didn’t eat all night. At first, he would share the dinners he packed with you, but it eventually turned into him giving you the entire thing. It only took a few nights before he started to bring enough for both of you. You never asked him to do it. If anything, it was too much, and you always turned him down until he absolutely insisted. Then he just never stopped.

Once Eren started spending the night more and more, he would cook at your apartment. He would often drag you to the kitchen to have you cook with him, too. When Historia wasn’t home, he would turn it into his idea of a date night, filled with the sounds of sizzling pans and old vinyls playing on your record player. It was always something cheesy, and you remembered the evenings you spent in the kitchen singing I Was Made For Lovin’ You by Kiss to each other.

You were never much help in the kitchen. In turn, you were quickly demoted from sous-chef to taste tester, with Eren feeding you bites here and there as he went. You pretended to loathe the cooking lessons, but only because it had become a flirtatious game between the two of you. Foreplay, so to speak. You would purposefully screw up just to annoy him. You would tease and poke until you would pull something along the lines of, ‘You’re such a brat. Come here,’ from him, and you were no longer cooking but being bent over the counter.

But even after those nights, you could still count on waking up to a serving of dinner, neatly packed in Tupperware and stored away in your refrigerator for later.

The back of your throat burned; the familiar feeling that meant you were about to cry. You wouldn’t have guessed such a harmless and borderline confusing question would elicit such a reaction from you. Would Eren have asked it if he were sober?

His eyes were still shut, so you took the opportunity to paw at the tears that stung the corners of your eyes.

“I’m eating,” you said. You kept it short to prevent a quiver in your voice.

“Good.” Drunk Eren seemed to be satisfied with your answer. He nestled his face deeper into the pillow. “Night.”

“Night,” you repeated.

By the time you were in your room, your heart was thumping in your ears. With your back pressed against the door, you quietly chanted a few ‘shits’ to yourself as you grabbed your phone. You didn’t know what you were looking for — just something to distract you from whatever you were feeling because it was urging you to sprint back to the couch and throw yourself on top of him.

There was a text notification at the top of your screen, but it was only from Hitch. And it definitely wasn’t what you wanted to see.

Eren? AGAIN?!?!?

God damn it. She must have heard his footsteps. You quickly typed out a reply.

I’ll tell u about it tomorrow.

She was calling you now. You were so tired of phone calls. You let it ring for a beat before reluctantly bringing it to your ear.

Before you could even get a word out, she was already yelling. “Why did you answer?” she questioned, as if you had done something wrong.

“Huh? Why did you call if you didn’t think I would answer?”

“I thought a certain someone would be balls deep in you by now,” she said pointedly. Why was she always like this? “But never mind that. Just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Nothing! Nothing’s going on!” You accidentally spoke too loudly, finding yourself getting caught up in Hitch’s chaos. You hushed your voice. “He came over drunk, and now he’s asleep on my couch. That’s it. End of story.”

“Come downstairs.”

“No! I told you, he’s on my couch. I can’t just leave.”

“Use the fire escape.”

You looked over at your bedroom window. You peered outside, seeing the flimsy fire escape that you would never dare to touch. “Are you being serious right now? Hitch, there’s nothing in this world that’s important enough for me to step foot on that death trap… besides a fire.”

“Do it, or else I’m coming upstairs and pounding on your door right now.”

“I don’t think I’m supposed to negotiate with hostages.”

“I’m gonna—”

You interrupted her with a groan. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

You really felt all of your age as you shoved your body through the small opening in your window. It took all of your strength to get the useless thing open wide enough for you to fit, and it left you out of breath as you climbed down the shaky ladder. You gripped each bar so securely that you thought your fingers might snap. As you made your way down, you could see Hitch turning the corner of the building to meet you, dressed in pink pajama pants and a white winter coat.

You finally felt the ground beneath your toes, only thin socks separating your skin from the icy grass that crunched beneath your foot. You hopped off the bottom step and started to flex your fingers that were just about frozen from the metal.

“This is fucking stupid,” you complained.

“You’re fucking stupid,” Hitch sneered back. She sounded like a kid that couldn’t come up with her own insults. But that didn’t make her any less right, considering you were the one tucking your ex-boyfriend in for the night.

“I know,” you whined. “That’s the problem.”

“Did you sleep with him?” she asked. You shook your head. “Did you kiss him?” You shook it for a second time. “Then why is he here?”

“He just—” You threw your hands in the air. “He just showed up!”

A gust of wind blew by. Hitch tugged her hood over her head and faux fur now lined her face. She looked ridiculous but didn’t seem to care as she went in on you further. “No. You let him in.”

“Hitch, I really don’t want to do this right now. I’ve had a long day.”

You hoped that she would hear the desperation behind your plea and wouldn’t ask for more details. She remained still with her hands bunched into wimpy fists, her lips pursed so tightly that her mouth was reduced to a pouty line. It only took another moment before you watched her shoulders sink.

“Fine,” she said. “But we’re putting a stop to this. Tomorrow. I’m going full therapist mode. We’re gonna figure out what fucked up daddy issues got you into this mess.”

“Fuck off, Hitch.”

There wasn’t anything more to be said, and you were questioning your sanity for coming down in the first place. As you began your trek back up the fire escape, you heard Hitch call out after you. “You know you love me!”

“Good night!” you said roughly.

You crawled into your window like a teenager sneaking in after a party. You fumbled a bit, hopping on one foot as you tried to stop yourself from falling over. You kept your feet light as you walked toward your bedroom door, creaking it open ever so quietly. With your ear to the crack, you listened for any sign that Eren was awake. When you didn’t hear anything, you shut the door again. You turned off the light before heading straight for your bed. All that was left to do now was to turn off this stupid day.

Eren was gone by the morning. You didn’t realize it at first, so you rolled around in your bed until you garnered the courage to face him. When you snuck out of your room, it looked like he was never even there. There weren’t any blankets tossed over the couch, and your pillows were arranged back in the order you liked. You would have figured it to be a dream — especially the part where you climbed down the fire escape — if he hadn’t texted you.

Sorry.

You took a long and hard look at the text message, even though the measly word wasn’t worth the effort. You wanted to tell him that it was okay. To tell him that as much as you denied it, you liked when he was there when you fell asleep, even if it did break your heart at the same time. But you didn’t reply. Anything that was appropriate to say would have been a lie, and you could never lie to him.

You let your eyes dawdle over the text for much longer than necessary. You read it over and over again until ‘sorry’ no longer sounded like a word. All the while, your finger hung over his contact. You despised yourself for doing it, but you clicked on his photo. You stared at the picture — the one that you really, really needed to change.

Now that he wasn’t just outside your door, you missed him.

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tejoxys · 4 months

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For the WIP meme, I'm intrigued by any of the TFTLs, particularly hivemind Tooth.

ah, yes, TFTL. I feel bad for this fic, because it deserves to be completed, it's just, I think I psyched myself out with how much I was trying to do with it? I haven't really figured out if I'll be able to pick it back up or not.

anyway, here's a bit of hivemind, and, hmmm, Aspen :D hivemind is fairly early on, after Pitch has been shut in immortal time-out, but before much of anything else happens.

Toothiana was working, of course, buzzing briskly back and forth between seven tasks at once, when a chill wind tumbled through the palace, tickling her feet. Her heart leapt. Sure enough, a moment later, an unmistakable voice followed.

“Tooth? Are you here?”

“Jack,” she yelled back. At least, she hoped it sounded like a yell and not a squeal. She rapidly directed a squad of fairies to take over, and zipped through the honeycombs to find him. “Jack, hi! Come on in. It’s great to see you.”

Jack flashed that wonderful smile and flew a playful loop around her. “Hey. It’s good to see you, too. I’m really sorry, I know you’re busy—”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll—all of us—will always make time for you, Jack. What can I do for you?”

“Aw. Thanks, Tooth.” His smile turned shy. “I’ll try to make this quick. It’s just, it’s a memory problem—”

Toothiana shooed a few stray fairies out of Jack’s face. They became so distractible every time he talked! “Oh, no, you’re still having trouble?”

“Huh? Oh, no, not with mine.” Jack laughed. “Well, actually, yes, mine too, but I’m doing okay with that. No, this is about Pitch. Did you know he really can’t remember anything from before?”

Pitch. That name brought a different kind of chill. Toothiana blew out a breath. “I thought that might be the case. I mean, once in a while, he almost acts as if... he knows about everything he’s done. But I suppose if he did,” she said, half talking to herself, “we’d all be in a lot more danger.”

Jack abandoned his midair ballet and settled down onto a balcony. “What do you mean? Would it be bad for him to remember?”

“Oh, I just don’t know.”

“Listen, Tooth, I wouldn’t ask for help with this... but it’s getting really hard for me to work with him when I don’t even know where he came from. When he doesn’t know, either. He’s straight-up amnesic. About weird things, sometimes.” Jack’s voice was becoming more animated. Toothiana fluttered closer and put a soothing hand on his shoulder, willing her own ruffled feathers to smooth down. “It… reminds me of me, in the old days,” Jack finished.

Ah. So much for the argument on the tip of her tongue—the one about the Man in the Moon most likely stripping Pitch’s memory for good reason. That might not go over so well, just now. Toothiana closed her eyes. “Jack… I have one of his teeth.”

“From the time you punched him? Wow. That was awesome, by the way, in case I haven’t told you enough.”

She smiled a little at that. “Thanks. I think that’s my favorite memory of him.”

Aspen is close to the end. the timeline of this fic covers... I want to say 14 years? and this scene takes place in the 14th year. Jamie is on his first couples vacation with someone new ouo

Jack gave Pitch a shove with one shoulder, unable to stop smiling. “Can we do this later? You were about to tell me how you know my ex’s new boyfriend.” He stumbled slightly on the word ex.

They looked over the roof at the couple again, and it was Pitch’s turn to roll his eyes. “That boy… I almost had him, years ago. He was almost my believer. Before I made my bid for power, when I was still… recruiting.”

Only Pitch would describe systematically corrupting children’s dreams that way. Jack shivered involuntarily and gave him a look. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing! That’s just it.” Pitch’s wolfish smile faded. “He was like your Jamie, so eager to believe. He put monsters under his own bed and frightened himself silly with them. He invited me. He heard my voice. Given the chance, he would have been mine. I’m sure of it.”

“Let me guess: one of the Guardians rained on your parade and never even knew it.”

Pitch ducked his head and chuckled. “Oh, no,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t respect a child for being rescued by you lot. No, this one was different. He created his own guardian to stand between himself and me.”

“What?” Jack glanced at Pitch, then stared down at Calvin. “You mean an invisible friend? They’re great, but can they do that?”

“No, they can’t. I don’t know what he was, or how the child made him; he was far too independent. And the way he stood up to me—he took every negative feeling into himself, and let the child fear him instead of me. While remaining the child’s friend.” Pitch shook his head. “I never got a word through after that. I came so close.” He paused. The grin resurfaced. “I see no sign of him now. Perhaps I should go give those boys a thrill.”

Jack’s hand clamped down on Pitch’s arm. “No you don’t.”

“Oh, why not? Don’t you want to see this little outing spoiled?” Sharp teeth gleamed. “Depending on the young man’s character, maybe I can scare him off for good, and poor Jamie will have to start all over. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“No! Don’t you dare go down there.”

“Are you sure?” Pitch teased, half-melting into the chimney’s shadow.

Jack grabbed him with both hands and yanked him into the moonlight. “Pitch, if you go down there, I swear—”

#bowlingforgerbils #thank you owo

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late-to-the-fandom · 1 year

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End of Year Wrap Up

Tagged by the super sweet @mrsmungus, who I'm so glad to have met this year. Along with everyone on here! I'll tag @shipping-through-eternity @mousterian-writes @residentdormouse @frostedlemonwriter @aurhia @unknownogre @laplumedemaureen @lady-grace-pens @bad-at-names-and-faces and anyone else who wrote this year and wants to talk about it!

Total number of completed works: 18 stories but all in the same series. It could have been one fic with 20 chapters but why make things straightforward when you could make them weird and confusing!

Total number of WIPs worked on this year: Mainly the one series (Renathal x the Maw Walker), although I did also make forays into the sequel and a totally out-of-the-blue AU story. Plus, an entirely non-related Denathrius WIP. So, I guess it's 4 different series worth of WIPS?

WIPs neglected this year: Well, there's my now almost 3 year abandoned fic that I'm unlikely ever to finish. I've made my peace with that and now I'm just hoping I don't add this series to that list.

Fandoms I've written in: This year belonged entirely to Prince Renathal.

Total word count: Published? 89,946

Looking back, did you write more than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you expected? Both more and less. The week's worth of drabbles I did in November were not part of my original writing plan, and I wasn't expecting to dedicate a couple of weeks to AU brainstorming either. But I also didn't finish my series which was my goal.

Did you take any writing risks this year? It was my first time actually living out my dream of a story written out of chronological order, but I found I adored it. I'm not looking forward to going back.

Do you have any goals for the new year? I'm starting small. I have two stories left in my series and I want. to. finish. When I'm on the other side of that, I'll see about setting new goals.

Biggest disappointment? Not finishing on schedule was disappointing. Pissing someone off enough to leave me 23 mean comments was also.

Biggest surprise? The very end of the year @hpcraftlove showed up with what is now my avatar which was one of the coolest things to ever happen to me.

Most popular story of the year? The Harvester of Dominion

What's your own favourite story of the year? So hard to choose. It changes all the time. I think I've personally re-read An Ember Court to Remember the most. That or Last Minute Preparations.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I never got comments on my Keys for All Occasions backstory fics, but I expected that with no smut, fluff, or romance really.

Most fun story to write: Interrupted was great. Fastest, easiest, least painful writing process so far.

Most unintentionally telling story: I don't know … maybe Vices and Vows? Maybe Lost Souls? Maybe the second part of Mortal Reminders if I ever finish it?

My favourite part of fandom this year: Meeting some really great people! Seriously, for all the hate, I got to know some very talented and encouraging people in and out of WoW writing fandom.

#Year in review #tag games #my writing

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quanticowrites · 1 year

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Genuine Article Pt. 1 (Ernie Malik x Reader)

•• Aaaa my first NCIS: Hawai'i fic, I'm super stoked for this! As you can see...a multi-part fic :3 Enjoy! ••

Working at the Pearl Harbour Navy Base had seemed like a faraway dream as a kid, but here you were, pulling up to the gate in your car. An Officer came out of the building to greet you, asking for your ID and the purpose of being there. You beamed up at him.

"Special Agent (Y/n), NCIS. I just transferred here." You handed him your badge and ID and watched as he scanned it through the system. He smiled back at you once everything cleared.

"Welcome to Pearl! Guess I'll be seeing you around." He motioned with his head toward the base. "If you ever need a tour around the base, just ask for Officer Gabriel." You tried your best not to look disheveled, forcing your smile to stay on your lips.

"Thank you, but I think my new team will have the task of showing me around." His smile slightly faltered before he pressed the button to open the gate."Don't be a stranger now!" He called after you, a slight southern accent pulling out from his words. He wasn't a local, he must have been a transplant, just like you. You followed the signs for staff parking before heading inside. You were thankful your ID worked on the key fob door. With how quickly you'd transferred here you weren't sure if all of your information and clearance would arrive before you did. You followed the hallway to an elevator and punched the button for the lobby floor. That was as good a place as any to start looking for your new team. It was already a four-person team, making you the fifth member. If you remembered the names from the sheet they'd given you, the Leader's name was Jane Tennant. You wouldn't have trouble remembering that one. Jane was one of the handfuls of legends at NCIS along with Gibbs, Pride, and Hetty. It was an honor to have even been chosen by her as you had. Your name hadn't been in the transfer hub for one day when she snagged you up from the Northeast field office. You'd kind of been hoping for a transfer to New Orleans to be closer to family, but you were certainly not going to complain about being moved to the island state. The door opened, and without looking at which floor you were on, headed out of the elevator. You didn't have much time to react as a man rushed into the elevator, plowing you down to the ground and your briefcase flying open and scattering both documents and personal items throughout the elevator.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I hadn't expected anyone to be inside here! No one ever comes down to the basement." You held your breath as you looked up at your assailant. He was shorter than you, you could tell that from the ground. He crouched down and started gathering up your things. You laughed a little as you went to grab a small Hello Kitty figurine, pulling your hand back quickly as your fingers brushed against his.

“I-It’s fine. I should have noticed this wasn’t the lobby floor.” He handed you the rest of your things and you stuffed them back into your briefcase. You stood back up and saw him eyeing the multitude of stickers you’d adorned it with.

“Wow, you get around. Japan, Norfolk, Great Lakes-!” You blinked as he whacked himself in the face with his palm. “God, I’m an idiot! You’re our new transfer agent, (y/n).” You smiled, holding out your hand.

“And…your…Ernie? Right?” His file had said he was the resident tech master. He straightened and somehow, that smile of his grew larger.

“The one and only!” He hit the button for the Lobby. “Here, I was just heading up to see Tennant and the team myself, I found something relevant to the case they’re working on.”

“What’s the case?” His mood darkened.

“Hannah Freelove, the young daughter of an Admiral, was kidnapped two days ago.” You nodded, but more so for yourself. You might be new but that wasn’t going to stop you from bringing this girl back to her family. You only hoped to god it wouldn’t be in a body bag.

“I’ll help any way I can.” You couldn't tell if it was from the close confines of the elevator, but you could have sworn a dark blush had spread across his face. The Elevator doors beeped, opened, and once again Ernie was out like a flash. Shirttail of his button-up flew behind him.

You followed after him to a group of desks. There were the other agents of Tennant’s team. Jesse, Lucy, and Kai. That empty desk behind Kai’s must be yours. You didn’t put your briefcase down yet, just in case you were wrong. You’d already had one embarrassing moment, you didn’t want to have another.

“Where’s Tennant?” Jesse nodded upstairs.

“She just got pulled into a video call with the director. She said it wasn’t case related.” He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, eyes flicking to you. “Who’s your friend here, Ernie?” Ernie took a step to the side.

“Meet our new transfer agent, (y/n)!” Lucy turns into a blur as she speeds around her desk and wraps you up into a hug.

“(Y/n)! Welcome!” You let out a laugh before hugging her back.

“Thank you.” Once Lucy let you go you looked over at Ernie. “Didn’t you have something important to say?” Ernie shuffled in place before ultimately tapping his tablet.

“You’re right, I can read Jane in later, this is too important to wait.” He flipped his tablet around to show a picture of a boot print cast and the original undisturbed print in the mud. You deduced it must have been from the scene of Hannah’s abduction. “Looking at this, you probably think this boot print has no major significance, I mean, Navy-issued boots are a dime a dozen on the island-”

“Ernie,” Kai interjected to steer him back on course. “Your point?” Ernie cleared his throat.

“Well, this is a custom-designed boot. Our military boots don’t have this tread pattern at the bottom.” He used his fingers to zoom in on the cast. It looked like a barbed wire with a pair of deer hooves in the middle. That certainly was unique. “And me being me, I already checked with local shops that do this kind of thing.”

“Did you get a hit?” Jesse asked. Ernie didn’t reply at first, as he pulled up half a dozen pictures.

“Within the past year, these men bought boots with this tread. I’m judging that this print is roughly a size 13.”

“Well,” Jesse started, “ let’s go see if any of these dudes have big feet, or better yet, mud on their boots.”

“You don’t think they would've ditched ‘em by now?” Kai questioned.

“These boots had to have cost them a decent chunk of cash, no way they’d just throw them away. Not without attempting to clean them first, at least.” He motioned between himself and Kai. “Kai, you and I take the top 3, Lucy and (Y/n) you take the bottom. Ernie, by chance did you get there-” Ernie flashed a smug smile as he pulled out index cards listing information about each person, including their last registered address. Jesse chuckled as he took his three. “I don’t even know why I ask.”

“I don’t either.” Ernie quipped before waving you all off as you headed out. Before you and Lucy headed anywhere she made sure to grab a spare tactical vest from the equipment room for you, and since she knew the roads, she drove the both of you out to the house of the first person on your list.

“So…” She started, and you waited for her to continue before repeating back to her.

“So…?”

“You and Ernie!” You blinked.

“What about me and Ernie? I’ve barely known him for two hours!” She nodded, excitedly.

“Well, he was acting strange around you! Did something happen before you went to the squad room?”

“He ran into me on the elevator. I mean ran, plowed me straight to the ground.” You were going to keep the finger-touching incident to yourself. You hadn't known Lucy long but you could tell she was the kind of person to try and set her friends up. You’d just had a rather rough breakup back in Illinois, that was part of the reason you transferred. To get as far away from that as you could. It was too early to jump back into the dating game, but Lucy and the others didn’t need to know that. There was a more important matter at hand, finding Hannah. Or at the very least find the person whose boot print was at the scene. Lucy must have found that funny because she started laughing. The rest of the car ride felt like a game of twenty questions. What’s your favorite color? Movie? Ice Cream flavor? She was quite the chatterbox, but you didn’t mind. As long as she didn’t drift into your love life, you were fine with it.

She finally pulled up to the house. When you and Lucy knocked on the door he answered, and was very cooperative. He didn’t mind showing you his boots. They were still in the box. Plus, they were a size eight. Not your guy. When you met with the next man on your list you saw he was currently wearing the pair, but his pair was caked with paint, not mud. He walked you to his living room and showed you the large canvas he had on his floor, covered in the painted boot prints. He was an abstract artist. He was also a size eleven. Closer, but still not your guy. It was drawing nearer to evening, and you were hoping Jesse and Kai were having more luck. If they were, you were certain they would have called Lucy by now.

The last guy on your list had a rap sheet a mile long. Mostly only drug possession and intent to distribute, nothing that would suggest he’d take a darker step into the criminal world by kidnapping a little girl. As Lucy pulled up outside his apartment complex, you felt a churning in your gut. You just had a feeling.

“Lucy!” She was already halfway to the front door. She turned.

“Yeah?”

“Which one is his apartment again?” She pulled out the card from her pocket.

“Uh…203? Why?”

“I just have a feeling he’s gonna run for it. I’ll cover the back.” You state and run to the other side of the building, this side had patios. If he was going to try and run, it’d have to be out this door. Otherwise, he’ll have to try and get past Lucy in the front. You heard Lucy announce herself and kick in his door. You pulled your gun and watched as the patio's sliding glass door flew open and the suspect ran out, grabbing onto the railing and pulling his legs up like he was thinking of jumping. That was an easy fifteen-foot drop. If he didn’t know what he was doing there was a good chance he’d break both ankles and his legs if he was lucky.

“NCIS! Don’t even think about it!” Even from the ground, you could see his face pale. Lucy came up behind him and grabbed him by the wrists and put him in cuffs. She nodded inside.

“Boots are by the front door, and they are definitely caked in mud!” You holstered your gun.

“Buddy, you just became suspect number one.” Your stomach growled as you headed back around to go grab the suspect’s boots while Lucy put him in the back of the car. Another growl and you hoped that with a suspect in custody that someone on the team might know where to get a good bite to eat close to the base. You still had to figure out your whole living situation, but for now, a bunk at Pearl and your car were all you had.

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Napoleon's bday 2022 - Treasure Hunt

Warnings: NSFW Pairing: MC x Napoleon Word count: 1559 A/N: After writing a fic for Leon (ikeprince), I had to do it too for Napoleon (my first Leon xD). This fic is also my bday present for him and also for Napoleon Week 2022.

Thanks @kissmetwicekissmedeadly and @batteryrose for organizing this event :)

Happy birthday, Napoleon. You'll always be my Leon too. Lysm <3

Napoleon was on an errand in Paris when he noticed a commotion at the square. Curious, he decided to check out what was going on. When Napoleon got closer, he realized there were a lot of couples holding a flyer. Some of them were also enrolling themselves in something.

The once emperor got one of the flyers on the ground that said the following:

"Come join us in this romantic adventure in Paris.

If you think you have what it takes to claim the title of best couple in the entire Paris, enroll yourself in a treasure hunt this weekend with your significant other.

The winner gets an exquisite prize."

Napoleon smirks, showing a confident smile.

Back at the mansion, Napoleon waits patiently for his nunuche to come back home.

He was not aware she was going to town to see an exhibition with the van Gogh Brothers.

After waiting for about three hours, she finally arrived.

Napoleon could have welcomed her home, but as he was cooking a garbure for his lover, he decided to let her find him in the kitchen instead.

MC - Wow, the exhibition was super fun! I wonder if Napoleon is sleeping already. I don't know if he remembered I told him I'd get late today.

MC looks for Napoleon in his room, but he is not there. Then, she decides to check in the kitchen, and there he was, cooking something that smelled really good.

MC - There you are! I thought you would be sleeping already.

Napoleon - I can't sleep if you are not here. How was the exhibition?

MC - So cool!!! I wish you were there with us. We had a great time.

Napoleon - I bet you did, but I think there is something better than the exhibition. Come on, sit here. You're probably starving.

MC - Ohhh is that what I think it is? Is that garbure?

Napoleon - *chuckles* Would you like some or are you too tired to eat…

MC - OF COURSE I DO!! Thank you.

Napoleon - Hehehe, that's the spirit. Here, don't let it get cold. When you get excited you sure like to talk a lot.

MC - I do not. You are exaggerating as usual!

MC - How was your day by the way?

Napoleon - I'm glad you asked that. Are you free this weekend?

MC - Huh? This weekend? Hmm… I think so?

Napoleon already knew she was probably going to use her days off to prepare something for his birthday, but this year, he was the one who was going to make a surprise for her.

Napoleon - Huh? Do you have something specific in mind this weekend? I do not recall you inviting me for anything.

MC - Stop it! I know what you are trying to do here. Humph!

MC noticed he was teasing her again because he always finds out about her plans for his birthday, but the truth is that this year she had no idea what to do for this special occasion. A cake? Maybe a trip to another city?

Napoleon - Oi, Nunuche! Are you spacing out again?

Napoleon realizes she is indeed spacing out and he seizes this opportunity to wake up his princess from her "dream" with a kiss.

MC - Whattt?! What was that just now? Did you just?

Napoleon - So you are awake at least. That's a relief. I thought I lost you for a second *chuckles*

MC - Napoleon!!!

Napoleon - So… As you are free this weekend, don't worry about anything else. I know where we are going.

MC - Okay…

It's Saturday morning in Paris and today is the day of the treasure hunt event. Napoleon is more excited than usual because he can't wait to see MC's reaction when she finds out what this is all about.

According to what he read in the flyer, they'll have to find specific gems hidden in some sites in Paris. The hunt itself should take the whole day, but he is confident they can finish it before the sun goes down.

He knows MC loves to participate in these couple contest, so as long she is happy and having fun, he knows this will be the best birthday present he can get.

MC - So, where are we going?

Napoleon - You'll see. Come on. I already called a carriage for us. MC - Why do I feel like you are up to something?

Napoleon's teasing smile just says it all. He is indeed up to something, but it's not like him to tell the secret before time.

Napoleon - We are here. Let me help you.

MC - Thank you, Napoleon.

MC - Wow, why there are so many couples at the square?

Napoleon - Look at them, nunuche. They will be our opponents. Are you ready to defeat them all and conquer Paris?

MC - What?!

Napoleon - Here, take a look at this flyer.

Napoleon gives the flyer to MC so she can read it. When she realizes they are going to enter the contest, she gets super excited and anxious at the same time. She is not the best with directions, but as she likes to travel and visit new sites, she can't wait for the treasure hunt.

After thanking her lover for entering them in the contest, they both head to the middle of the square to wait for instructions about the beginning of the event.

All couples received a treasure map with all the locations they must go to collect the gems. They have to collect eight gems in total, and the winner is the one who gets all of them first.

There is no location order to follow, so it's up to the contestants to find the best strategy to conquer Paris!

Napoleon and MC took a look at the map first. They decided to start searching for the gem they thought would be harder to find.

The couple gets to an old big house not that close to the center of Paris. When they enter the place, they see there is a lot of dust and worn-out pieces of furniture. It looks like they are the first ones, so they take their time to look at every single room.

Then, MC sees a shining object under a table. She gets down on all fours to grab the object. While she was making an effort to not hit her head on the table and get the shining thing, Napoleon couldn't stop looking at his woman's derriere.

She was wearing a comfortable and loose dress because he told her last night to choose a basic outfit for their outing.

But even though she didn't choose any of those revealing clothes he likes so much, when she squatted, he could see her curves very well.

MC realizes it is the gem they are looking for. She gets up and screams to her soldier:

MC - Look, Napoleon! I think I found the first gem!!!!

The couple just achieved their first goal, but Napoleon was not even interested in the contest anymore. She did him dirty and the only thing he could think right now was to possess her.

Without thinking twice, he closed the door in the room full aware of what he wanted.

MC - Napoleon? What are you doing?

Napoleon - Ferme-la.

MC - Huh? Are you…

Napoleon lifts his girl, sitting her on the table. MC is completely confused by her man's attitude. When she opens her mouth to ask him again what is happening, he lays his index finger on her lips.

Napoleon - You just did it again, didn't you? Are you happy now? Am I the only one who wants this, nunuche?

Napoleon kisses MC passionately and she reacts immediately, consumed by the ferocity and intensity of her man's action.

Almost without breathing, Napoleon asks MC once again what she thinks of the idea of doing it in a place like that.

Napoleon - Tell me, I need to hear your answer. What do you say? I'll promise you'll not regret it.

MC - Napoleon, I… Is that okay if we do it here though? The contest…

Napoleon smirks as if he had just won another battle against a tough enemy.

Napoleon - Of course it is, ma chérie. You'll love the thrill of this as much as I will.

After receiving a positive signal from his lover, Napoleon just goes for it. Ready to conquer every single part of her, the once emperor wastes no time and takes MC's underwear so fast that the next thing she notices is how wet she is down there.

She goes into a trance due to the intensity of her man's kisses and touches. Everything he does seems so right and so intoxicating that she has no desire of fighting back against her inner feelings.

The treasure map contest for couples is probably just beginning, but that no longer matters for them now.

Napoleon wanted to spend some quality time with his woman as a way to celebrate beforehand his birthday. But he couldn't imagine that during an outing that had no second intentions, he would fall victim to his own lavish desires to release all of his power inside of the woman of his life.

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