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helloooofandoms · 1 year

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You Talk Too Much

Reader is an old friend of Lockwood's and they run into ine another during a case.

You were beginning to think that you were unlucky. This was the 5th job this week, and the 3rd one you were stuck babysitting some inexperienced or under qualified agent on. You couldn't fathom why the academy kept sending out these half baked nitwits with little to no actual experience other than a few measly type ones.

It was your regular dilapidated, cobweb infested house on the corner, but you could feel the shift in air as you got closer. Hear the whispering of unidentified voices before you saw yourself standing directly in front of it. You could hear the yells and screams of whatever agents were inside. Sounds like they were doing quite alright. As you started to pick up your feet to walk past you heard a familiar name being shouted.

"Lockwood!"

You couldn't catch a break could you? Sure you hadn't seen the arrogant stringbean in a while but you had assumed maybe he left town. Who were you kidding he would never leave this place. It was you that had relocated, which made it difficult to meet one another, or have overlapping missions every now and then. The two of you were quite a duo back in the day but like they said all good things must come to an end. You needed a better paycheck as you had been an individual hunter on your own before the two of you met. You were what they called a triple threat, you had the talent of touch, listening, and sight. However, you mainly kept your talent of listening under wraps. Last thing you needed was to go famous and end up six feet under due to the amount of work they'd throw at you. You also had no interests in being in a tug of war between Fittes and Rotwell. It was too pompous for the normal lifestyle you were hoping to achieve even with this crazy profession.

Right, enough inner monologue time to see if your old friend needed help.

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Making your way up the stairs your head was spinning as you could hear voices in almost every direction. You had already deduced that the main floor was empty given the screaming which sounded like it was coming from the floor above you and all.

The noises growing ever so loud made you push open a door with enough force that it slammed into the wall. The noises stopped for a moment. The three figures looking your way. Lockwood who was armed with his Rapier inches away from slashing it through the ghost. A girl that was lying on the ground visibly exhausted and terrified. Lastly the ghost. A nasty looking one at that. Half of its face looked as if it was melting and you couldn't stop yourself from thinking it resembled two-face.

It didn't give you any time to speak as it vanished temporarily only for you to spin on your heel and slash the blade of your iron kusarigama into the poltergeist. It unleashed a guttural scream that made you swear. "Fuck off!" You ran the second blade through its body once more before it disappeared. Frowning you turned around fully to look at Lockwood. Your arm hurt a bit and maybe you were getting too old for this huh?

"You know for someone with their own agency and all maybe it wouldn't kill you to train your employees." You gestured to the blonde girl still.om the floor. "Who am I kidding? You're the epitome of 'don't think just do'." You huffed making your way over to them. Lockwood had already assisted his partner off the floor and his lips quirked up as soon as he saw you.

"My my look what the cat dragged in." Lockwood smirked.

"Cat is correct. That's exactly what it sounded like from outside. Between the ghosts and the two of you I couldn't tell who was in danger." You said with an eye roll before wrapping an arm around both of their waists and taking a step back resulting in the two of them being pulled towards you. A ghost appeared in the exact same spot you had moved them from and she just stared at you. It was a little girl. She looked sad as she held her teddy bear. Then she looked at the blonde girl beside you and pointed to the left.

You watched as Lockwood's employee listened to the young girl. "Book is in the closet." She said before vanishing.

"I knew there were three ghosts here but I couldn't imagine one was friendly." You hummed as you followed behind Lockwood whom had already began moving to the closet where he saw her point. He couldn't hear them like you and the other girl could but he did read body language which was just as important.

"You're a listener as well?" The girl asked a bit shocked.

Tilting your head left and right with a scrunched face, you spoke "More or less."

"Aha!" Lockwood cried as he retrieved the book and dusted it off. "Time to get out of here." He grumbled.

"Yeah before ghost number three traps you." The girl beside you looked up at the ghost that was on the ceiling and quickly descending.

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The three of you walk together down the road. Lockwood and the girl you came to find out who's name was Lucy look a bit worse for wear compared to you with not a single scratch or hair out of place.

Smiling to yourself you looked over at Lockwood and playfully nudged him with your shoulder. "Say Tony you come here often?"

Lockwood only shook his head with a grin before responding. "No but if it means I'll see you I think I can make some arrangements."

He was still a smooth talker. Deciding not to make the atmosphere too intense you looked over at Lucy. "You know Locky never told me he actually hired someone better than him."

Glancing at you from the corner of her eye she laughed. "I'd reckon he's simply shy." Lucy played along.

Placing a finger under your chin, you feigned being lost in thought. "He has always been rather bashful hasn't he?" What a bold lie.

Lockwood glared at the two of you. You knew it was utter regret by the way he crossed his arms and let out a sigh. "Lucy has been with us at Lockwood and co with us for some time now. I guess you'd both be bound to meet at some point."

"That's right. I may have to save your ass much more in the future!" You had a sickeningly wide grin when you clasped your hands together.

"How scandalous of you. To think you'd be checking me out on the job." Lockwood draped an arm over your shoulder. "As much as we would love to see you again George isn't quite fond of animals."

You resisted the urge to bring your hands up and shake him by the shoulders. "You know I'd choke you but I think you'd enjoy that too much." You mumbled under your breath. "Hey Luce how do you live with this utter nightmare?" You preferred her more relaxed personality over Lockwood's cocky behavior right now.

Lucy looked between the two of you a smile playing on her lips and a knowing look in her eye. "I simply don't encourage his foolery." She shrugged before climbing the steps to open the door.

"Wha- Lucy we're supposed to be friends." You whined to no avail as the girl simply sauntered inside and made her way up the staircase to what you can only assume is her room.

Sighing you turn to face Lockwood. He didn't have much of a look on his face and you wondered if he was feeling okay. Without a second thought you placed the back of your hand on his forehead you scanned his body over with your eyes. "You don't feel sick."

The heat spreading on his face made him cough lightly and push your hand away. "Maybe I've just got a bit of a temperature." He waved his hand dismissively.

You two stood there for what felt like an eternity. Neither wanting to move but not knowing what to say. It was him who broke the silence in the end.

"Let's catch up more often." He said genuinely. A softer look on his face that you just couldn't help but tease.

"Do you miss me or something?" You snickered but he didn't react much.

"Of course." It was simple and boy was it effective. The way he looked at you like it was impossible to look at any thing else. The reflection of light dancing in his eyes from the hanging porch light above you two. Not to mention the way he glanced at the door as if he was planning his escape. He didn't say much but he didn't have to. He wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to the ones he cared about. The showboat facade died out quickly after getting to see the real Lockwood.

All of a sudden those intrusive, deep, and buried feelings of crushing on your old friend resurfaced. It was your turn to flush as you pushed him through the doorway and turned your back towards him. "I have a feeling I will be seeing you soon." You stepped down. Something stopped you from walking away.

Whipping around you went back up the steps. Your arms snaking their way under his and around his back. "In the case we don't meet for a while I figured it's only professional of me to leave you with a small token of my memory." You told him before pulling away.

He hadn't even hugged you back the ingrate! As you retreated and looked up at him you could see he was more preoccupied on looking at anything else but you. A faint blush covering his cheeks as you could even notice the color staining the tips of his ears.

Not wishing to stand out in the cold any longer you left his doorstep this time for real. "Hey y/n next time you see me the hug will be a minute for every week we haven't seen one another!" Lockwood yelled from his doorstep.

It had been about half a year since the last time you saw him. He always had a knack for occupying your brain. Holding up a thumbs up you kept walking. If your calculations were correct that hug would last 182 days. Maybe you should push it to not seeing him for whole year?

You turned for the last time on your feet to see Lockwood still a ways away standing by the door, watching you walk off. Cupping your hands around your mouth you yelled. "Tell George I said hi and that I'll see him next year!"

#lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #george karim #lockwood and co #this show is stuck in my head #i just wanna write normal aus for him pls

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iamgrape · 11 months

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untitled: Rinne Amagi x Female! Reader

how does one differ our unrealistic view in the world meet sad reality. that those stories we read are impossible to be true. after all we are not the protagonist and the main character as were simple the mob character to someone greater story. that what was things you thought as live another ordinary life walking back home, reading things that can only be thought a fiction.

while seating on the bus, a person occupied the seat besides you, you don't bother about it as its probably just some passerby person riding the bus but as the bus once again start moving and you listen to your depressing thought of how to live this another day of your life. you felt the person whos seating besides you-- how their hand slowly touching your lap. you wonder at first if is just an accident but then they start to massage your tights. you suddenly realize you have enter a fucking scenario of being molested in the bus. as someone who have no gal to speak up, you start to pray that the bus hurried to drop you to a stop before you did something terrible to the stranger besides you. of course those are just all barks and no bite. this is not story where your a hero, this is a real life situation.

“ahm...” you take a deep breath and wanted to speak out but your words is caught up short as you saw how the person have dangerous weapon being pointed at your side. it wasn't his dick or anything. it is a blade. which is more scary because you will die. there still things worth living... at least you tried to think so, being optimistic at such moment you don't notice someone stand in front of the seats hovering over the passenger seat where you and your molester is. even though the bus is pretty empty. like theres only four people in it. you, the asshole, the new person and the driver.

“people in the cities are sure are odd. no respect to other personal space.” you heard someone speak before long you watch someone smack the molester across the face when the bus suddenly bump “accidentally”

“oops. sorry.” your eyes look up and saw beautiful blue eyes of the stranger who once again “ accidentally snatch the knife off the molester hand and smack his face” earning a gasp of surprise from you but then you heard the son of a bitch cursing under his breath as he discovered he been seen and was about to leave when the blue eyed stranger and the bus went for another bump and the knife in hand “accidentally” stab the seat in between the legs of the molester. “oops, im really sorry, i dont even realize i am holding a knife and wow the bus in the cities is so bumpy! ahahaha. i almost stab your dick. oh how bad that would be.”he chuckle and grin evilly but his smile leaves when he takes out the knife from the set. “next time it be your third leg... now fuck off before i will cut it off.” he said in a low threatening tone.

the bus come to a stop and the person run off in a speed. the driver whos listening to some music look up and wonder what’s up with the person before ignoring it.

the hero of yours take the seat on the opposite chair across you. he acted like he don’t just save your life and the two of you seat in silence. you never seen such cool person. you think his super cool and you owe him and wonder who he is through you bit traumatize from the moment before. so seating in the empty bus stop, you thought of how to thank him.

when the bus comes to your stop, it was the last stop too, the person with you slowly walk to the front to pay and he keep looking nervious about something.

you wonder whats wrong with him till you heard what he said

“do they take raw mineral as payment???” his face that seems red as his hair tried to act tough as you two approach the driver to pay. “what?” you look at him and then you notice how his wearing odd cloths, like tribe cloths.

“...you come from the mountain or something???” you tilt your head in question as you take out your wallet. he stared at you before he nodded. “ye... is that a bad thing?”

“no. “ somehow your cool image of him change to something else. it seems your so called hero isnt fully cool and kick ass. he might also be broke ass. you are too but maybe not to his level? you thought of it as you paid the fair ticket for the two of you. since you wanted to thank him, paying for his fair ticket seems too low for it. but as the two to of you leave the bus, you heard his stomach grumbling for food.

“....” the two of you stood there in silence. “pff...” you held up a laugh but your glad to bring enough money with you. so looking at the street, you saw some street food vender and stared at your hungry hero. “its lonely to eat alone. do you wanna come with me and eat some [ favorite street food]?”

“...well... i saved you. then i dont mind accompanying you.” he give a wide grin and before you know it the person you never meet before enjoy a happy meal together. you wonder if some point, your story become interesting... maybe you finally become a protagonist in a story... but what kind of stories is it?

if you have known... would you continue it? smiling to the person, who introduce himself as rinne. and saying your name back. your wonder if you will change the story or not.

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#untitled: rinne amagi x female! reader #rinne amagi x reader #rinne amagi #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #ensemble stars x you

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lovelywhiteroses · 5 months

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STP oon my mind, especially that strangely romantic/sexual tension smitten and cold had in the burned grey route, could you write something about them?

😨

🌹The Burned Gray route?! Oh dear anon are you alright? Are you sure you’ve thought of this? Oh dear… though I am a bit concerned. I believe I do have a scenario for this… but however I don’t condone any abuse right, that goes along with killing a lover. This route is… quite concerning. In my opinion. But I will try and make a scenario. Also since the narrator is keen on narrating what your doing i believe this shall take a different approach.🌹

The princess… The princess is supposed to be my enemy. At least that’s what the narrator said… god and these voices aren’t helping ether! Smitten, Hero Narrator and now more? God this is getting more ridiculous. And more confusing… “Hey! Are you even listening?” The narrator snapped me out of my thoughts yet again… I’d groan with frustration. “What do you want?” You’d mumble. You thought slaying the ‘innocent damsel’ and Smitten just had to do something so stupid. “I believe we’re back in the woods to the cabin right?” The hero states the obvious. Without talking I’d walk to the cabin. “I’m sure you’ve already heard my words of warning in one of your ‘past lives.’ You’ve already managed to slay her once, just…” he sighs. “Don’t much it up this time, all right?” You roll your eyes. Just wanting this to be done and over with. “Oh, we’ll muck it up, all right. We’ll get our happy ending, even if it damns each and every person who’s ever lived!” You’ve have enough of this. “SMITTEN DO US A FAVOR AND SHUT UP WOULD YOU? Geez…” the Narrator and the other voices gone silent for a moment as I I try to calm down. “Yes there’s not time for-.” Geez can’t I get one second to think? “NO DON’T START WITH THAT! I am not gonna slay a princess. All I want is some time to actually think without any of you talking. I’ll do things my own way and that’s final!” With that I opened the door and gone inside. However I noticed the voices along with the narrator wasn’t speaking anymore. Odd, but I shake it off. I noticed the figure of the princess? She doesn’t look alive to me… they disappeared without a word. That’s new… I looked around and noticed the blade is gone. Huh… ok… now I’m starting to think I should’ve just- never mind. I look over and noticed the mirror.. of course. I’d go up and touch the mirror. It’s gone without a trace. I’d open the door without hesitation. The stair way looking different. As I finally made it down I saw nothing but what once was the princess? Hold on something isn’t right? I’d hear a a door shut along with a lock. I’d turn and looked up to see her. Holding a torch… oh boy…

“You came back! I missed you.”

Ok… this I definitely don’t know what is going on…

“This is a bad place.”

I’d take a deep breath. As I started to gain back my composure a bit.

“Yeah.. it is… look if this is about what happened… I’m sorry. I felt bad for what I did. I just didn’t wanna…”

I’d think back to the first time I’ve met the princess… the feeling of my body moving on it’s own, the sense of the knife being sliced into my skin. And the way the narrator said it was agony… it really was…

“I didn’t wanna feel that sense of lacking control over my body. I never wanted to hurt you. But my fears took over and I-!”

I’d somewhat feel a chill on my cheek the princess was close to me. Though they’re like this, she’s still beautiful in a way.

“So you didn’t want to?”

She must’ve reed my face as she said that. I’d then straighten my posture as I then go up the stairs to meet her face to face.

“Of course.. I’m actually not gonna lie… I was scared… maybe you would’ve stabbed me in the back… maybe you wouldn’t like me like before…”

I could feel her cold ghostly touch pressing against my cheek. I’d see sadness and concern in her face.

“I loved you regardless of what happened. You’re very dear to me…”

I could feel my face heat up a bit. I would put my hand on the cheek her hand was on, only for it to go through it… it makes me feel guilty for what she’s become now. If it wasn’t for me then maybe things would’ve been different, maybe something better. I wouldn’t blame her if she lit up the basement right now.

“Yeah… me to… I just wished things would’ve gone differently, if I wasn’t-.”

I would feel a cold chill placed upon my forehead, a kiss she placed. It lingered for a bit.

“We’ll be together though. As long as it’s you, I won’t complain.”

With that she threw the torch down. But I wasn’t afraid, instead I felt like this was something I actually wanted, something that could possibly be better for the both of us… I’d feel her chilled arms around my neck as she smiled. I smiled back. If only I could hold her like once before. I could feel the heat of the flames as I stood still with her. I was expecting to die only for everything to disappear and for her to disappear as well. All I saw was a mirror……

The end: True feelings.

#slay the princess scenarios #slay the princess #scenarios #scenarios writing #writing scenarios

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darlin-collins · 1 year

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For the fic exchange

I had the honor to write a fic for the lovely @arrowfleur

And i decided to do something different from my usual sam/darlin so i went by imp!Vega/pet but the oh so favorite trope hurt/comfort, apologizing in advance for i am not a writer

I want you here with me

Tw/cw:imperuim, crusing, blood, injury, emotional and physical hurt

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Today was bad, real bad, the school ran out of coffee and they can't get some until tomorrow, they got yelled at by some vamp for a random reason, not to mention that while cleaning they cut their arm with a blade that was there for emergency attacks,which they can't just heal to not worsen the state of the meridian, and on top of all of that, vega is no fucking where to be found!

So now they sit in their room, alone, their injury under a not so clean cloth,weather with blood or otherwise, crying from where their day, week, motherfucking life had gone to, tears damping their face

"Vega where the hell are you??! " they shouted between sobs, out of frustration more then anger, they just wanted him, to be in his arms, to be held and to listen to him, mettering soft nothings to them, that's all they wish for

-♡-

"you're vega, right? " the vamp beside him spat, looking at him though a cold gaze, vega hated that, the way vampires walked around and treated others like they own the place, knowing damn well that the bloodsuckers would be done for only by his hands

"yes? Is there something you wish me to handle or help with? " vega rang in the vampire's mind, his attention at the not so human creature.. Keeping his thoughts to himself as well as his,, rather negative feelings away from his tone

"no, just heard someone calling you over, they were crying, so if you know anymore that would cry for you, you better go" the vampire walked away whispering the last part as if vega can't read it like an open book

He stared at it leaving, thinking,eyes squinting only a bit, only to jolt upwards and rift away, the vampire turned around, letting out an amused "huh" before continuing to see what it was doing

he appeared in another room,a familiar one he saw and been in many times since he gained his freedom once more, approaching the crying human in front of him, moving to the human he held them, confusion filling up his mind

-♡-

"my pet, is everything alright? What cruel hands broke your delecte heart? " pet heard the demon's voice, it brought a kind of peace within them,tears stopping, feeling his hands trying to make theirs back away from the injury they're covering..

With a small wince they lowered their hand, cloth clutched in between tight fingers, watching vega's appearance from one of slight sadness to an angry one, any other wouldn't notice the small change in his stoic features

"I'm healing this" he echoed in their head, before they felt magic flooding through their entire arm, they missed that feeling

A whisped "thanks" was all what left their lips as they hid in the crock of his neck, hugging the demon close as he did the same

"My pet, would you sing me the story of what made you feel like this? Whose head may l bring you in exchange of peace of that wonderful mind of yours? " he always had a way to poeticly speak,,how sweet

Pet already started relaxing into the bigger demon as they explained what made them feel that way,, keeping the vampire part hidden away, they didn't need blood the their clean carpet, not yet

It was only a matter of time when pet fell asleep in vega's hold as he swayed them from side to side in comfortable silence only broken by the sadism demon's comforting words ....

♡

Sorry that you got me as your writer:')

And sorry it is extremely short, I'm bad at this 😭

But i hope you like it

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted vega #redacted imperium #redacted pet

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pbandjesse · 6 months

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No word on the house yet. And I feel kind of sad over the prospect of not getting it. But also I do know that if we don't get it, it just means it wasn't the right one. I believe that. But I also am a little impatient and want to know now so I can feel secure either way. Either in the loss of it , or in moving forward with the next steps. It's crazy how quickly this has all been happening but also like. I'm trying not to make it my whole personality. So instead Ill focus on how much I hate day lights savings.

Because it messed me up so bad today!! I didn't sleep to bad but the air was dry and gave me a painful nose and throat. So when I woke up at 9 and was just dillerious and groggy I was just so confused at why I was having such a bad time. I got up to put some water in my nose before I laid back down for a bit. Which is when I saw a text from James that it was day lights savings. And everything made sense. I slept until essentially 1030am. Which means I slept for almost 11 hours. I hate day lights savings.

I would lay in bed for a few more minutes. Until I didn't feel so weird. Then I would get up and get dressed and felt alright.

I had toast for breakfast. From the fancy bread and it was very nice. I was a little frustrated when I knocked over a bottle in the fridge and it fell and hit the top of my foot and I was just overly sensitive today.

I was having a tough morning. I wanted to clean and purge and work on cleaning but I was overwhelmed by basically everything. I tried talking to James but they weren't answering me. And Jess was helping but I was still having a hard time.

I did shake the carpets out. And I worked on cleaning the frog tank a bit. But I really needed to get some fish to come in and help. That would be a goal for later.

I would start to focus on my desk. I was still overly upset and having a tough time but at least I had one thing to focus on. And it was going pretty well until I cut myself on a blade in my one drawer. So after crying for a minute and talking to James, who was finally answering me, I went back to trying to sort and get rid of trash. I did my best.

At 1130 I went and had some Mac and cheese for lunch. I realized how warm it was outside so I went to put a Tshirt on instead of the sweater I had been wearing.

And then it was time to go! My big outting! I was excited. Even if I was still not feeling my best. I was trying to be positive.

I did forget where I was going though and started driving to camp. Oops. Had to get off the highway and then turn around. Added 10 minutes to my drive. But that was fine.

I got to Irvine around 1230. And I was so thrilled. What a beautiful place. I'm shocked I've never been there. It's so nice! The woman at the gate was so nice. And then the girl at the desk was super nice and welcoming too. I chatted with her about working at camp and why I was there and she was so excited that I came. And that was my experience all day. People just really excited that I was there and that felt so nice.

The walk to their Native American site is about 15 minutes from the welcome center. And it was a really nice walk. I did get a little turned around but only a little bit. I got to see their averay where they had falcons and turkey vultures and it was neat to see them so close up. And the grounds itself was beautiful. The pollinator pasture was this giant idyllic meadow that I'm sure is wild to see when it's in full bloom in the spring. The native grasses were beautiful but when it's flowering I'm sure it's crazy.

And then I was at the site! It was so cool! They had a long house and two wigwams. And a bunch of different stations. And I felt super welcomed, with a staff member calling over to me to say hello.

I got to learn so much. Before Heather and Sofie came l I got to learn how to make a braid using a single piece of buckskin cord. Which I want to practice because it was so cool. I loved talking to all the staff and I even got to give out my business card and make connections.

Heather and Sofie came while I was sitting on the ground helping to take the fur off of a deer pelt. And we would go around to the other displays. We got to learn about basket making and foods. And we talked to everyone. About their program, about ours, about building out workshops and trying to get more adults out to different programs. Which I think would be an amazing way to get more people involved. Something I can for sure lead the charge on figure out programing for.

After going in all the structures and taking pictures and discussing what we could do to make our spaces better, Heather and Sophie headed out.

But I stayed. I got to process a piece of dogs bane and create some cordage. I had a lovely time talking to the staff. And I just had some lovely conversations with the people there. Including a really nice guy who works for gunpowder state park but he is leaving there to go be a tree doctor and when I saw him in the parking lot I wished him luck in his new job and he got a big smile. It was very sweet.

At the food display I got to try eating sumac. Not to be confused with poison sumac. It was fuzzy and pink and sour. I liked it! She said it could be used like a citrus and that is very neat. She was also just really sweet and we talked about creating natural dye and she would love to come out to camp sometime. I would love to have some of the Irvine staff come out for a professional feildtrip tour. I hope that we can bring them out.

My throat was starting to hurt really bad again and I had left my water in the car so I decided it was time to make the walk back.

And it was a nice walk. I stopped to sit at the gazebo while I caught my breath. My throat was really hurting me. But I would only be sitting for a few minutes. I stopped to see the birds again. And then went to the welcome center to use the bathroom and look at their displays there. I had another really nice talk to the girl at the desk. Thanked her for having me. And then headed out.

I was only a few minutes away from a Petco. My goal was to go find a new loach to try to deal with the snails. And then if I could find a joann's I would go get new yarn. And I was like wildly lucky that there was a Joanns literally next to the Petco. Amazing. I was very excited.

I ended up getting a different type of loach called a hillstream, or a butterfly, loach. I named it flapjack and I think he's so cute. I'm not sure he's going to get rid of the living snails but I think he's going to eat the eggs. Fingers crossed because I like him a lot he's like a little stingray and I love stingrays.

I would go and find my yarn next. The cashier was fascinated by my new flat fish. I got three skiens of yarn, on sale. And then I went home.

When I got back here I got my fish set up. I think he's going to do well. I hope. Introducing someone new is always hard. Omelet seems interested and also confused. But I'm not to worried. They should be community tank members.

I would cuddle up on the couch until James got home. I was happy to see them. They got right into cleaning. I would give myself until 530. And then I got up and continued to clean in the studio.

I did not get rid of as much as I wanted to but I'm making progress. My desk is much cleaner. I also went through ally thread and sewing stuff and it's so much neater and I'm really pleased.

I would work on my organizing for the next couple hours. James was doing laundry and making bread while they worked on their own organization. Helping me when things were to tall. I appreciate my tall husband. Love them so much.

Eventually James would make me veggie nuggets for dinner and I would go wash my hair. And that's where we are now. Just resting. James will go put the dough for their bread in the fridge soon. I hope it comes out good. It smells nice already.

Tomorrow we are going to a professional event at the art museum and I have my injections later on in the day. It always seems to sneak up on me. The months go so fast.

I hope I sleep well. I hope you do too. Sleep well everyone. Goodnight!

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random-vore-blog · 8 months

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Hi, I've seen your posts, and they are absolutely amazing! I love reading them in my free time, so may I request request a vore story with my oc ash and Aizetsu? Ash(pred), Aizetsu (prey)

Aww! Thank you! And yes! I will do your request! Requested by @ash-lequa12!

This is their oc, Ash!

Night visitor

The night was cold and quiet. Ash, a young man, walked through the forest with a soft smile on his face. He had a cape, a fitting addition to his attire, and a crown-like jewellery that rested on his light green hair.

" Tonight is beautiful."

He commented, humming as he walked through the quiet forest. The moon was a full moon, and shone its rays down through the forest, only some of the light filtered through the trees.

But it was short lived when a twig snapped, and he quickly stopped, hovering his hand over the hiltbof his Nichirin Blade while getting into battle stance. He eyed the forest wearily, heart pounding loudly in his chest.

" Come out, demon. I know that you're here."

But nothing came out, and he was starting to feel dumb.

" Maybe it w-"

He narrowly dodged a spear that came at him from in front of his face. He was starting to sweat bullets, breathing becoming shaky as he stared off into the direction the spear came from. His eyes shook, and widened in fear.

" I tried to make your death quick and painless... It is sad that it didn't work.."

A demon in blue with raven hair and horns sorrowful stared at him, grabbing his spear before getting ready to fight.

" It's sad... a pity that you entered this forest..."

His voice held sorrow, as if he had actual sympathy for him. It was... kind of confusing, but also endearing. He shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind and drew his Nichirin Blade.

" Don't try to fool me, demon. I know you are only masking your true intentions."

He held the blade in front of him with both hands on the hilt.

" I have seen it a-"

He froze, mouth feeling dry all of a sudden when he saw the Kanji Upper Moon Four engraved in the demon's blue eyes.

He was fighting one of the Twelve Kizuki.

He couldn't move, muscles too tense in his legs to make him move. He was frozen with fear.

" ... I take pity on you..."

The demon had noticed his sudden tensed up body and walked closer to him. He just couldn't get his mind to tell his body to move, to get away from the danger. Bit it was futile.

The demon stood in front of him, and his hand shook with his blade. It caused the blade to fall out of his hands, making no sound on the grassy and sand covered floor, only a light thump.

His brain fogged up, and he only remembered darkness of a mouth filed with sharp teeth engulf his head before everything went blank.

-×-

He woke up, and everything was dark and moving, the beating of a heart was heard all around him. It was also strangeely wet, warm and... comfortable. Wherever he was, he was content to stay for a little longer.

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He felt the human move in his gut, and internally sighed. He hadn't meant to throw his spear right at the poor guy's head. Goodness no! He was actually aiming for the spot in front of his feet, to spook him away from the forest.

He carefully shifted to get comfortable, turning off his digestive system to not accidentally absorb the boy and make him part of his body. He got comfortable, and closed his eyes. What else was he going to do if the sun rose? He felt the human move a little, trying to get comfortable inside. What an interesting little guy.

The End

I hope you enjoyed! And if there are any flaws, then please let me know!

( Edit: I misread your request! I am so sorry! I can redo it, if you want! Just let me know!)

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Vivianna

Pairings: Jedidiah Sawyer x OC

WARNING: THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK, THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF MURDER, DEATH, SUICIDE AND QUITE BRUTAL SCENES. THERE WILL ALSO BE IMPLICATIONS OF SEXUAL, PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ASSAULT. TAKE THIS AS YOUR WARNING THAT THERE WILL BE QUITE TRIGGERING AND MATURE SCENES.

Lizzy untied the rope from herself before crawling over to Vivianna and releasing her. Although she was terrified of the girl and what she was capable of, she couldn't help the part of her that believed that potentially Vivianna was innocent. "Follow me," Lizzy whispered to Vivianna.

Vivianna couldn't find the energy to move, though; she was depressed, sad that she witnessed the death of three of her friends so suddenly, but most of all she witnessed the death of her very first boyfriend, whom she'd only been with for a day. Vivianna thought that maybe it was her, she was bad luck, or maybe people actually didn't want to be around her.

"Vivianna, I'm sorry." Vivianna turned her head to see Hartman looking up at her. "I truly am." He apologised, but Vivianna didn't believe him. Instead, she ignored as Lizzy untied the corrupt cop that was responsible for so many deaths already.

The trio pushed through the doors where they were being kept to reveal a room decorated with blood and hanging bones, the darkness of the room added to the situation as they continued walking through. They hid in an area where pig corpses were hanging up when they heard people coming. "Make your brother something to eat." Vivianna heard. She peered through the window to see a man chopping up meat as he began preparing a meal. "They're gone. They're gone!' Vivianna jumped at the abrupt yells.

When the room was empty, they made their way out and down a hall where what they believed the front door was located. Right as Vivianna was about to reach for the handle, she felt a pair of arms yank her back. She heard Lizzy's scream coming from behind her as they were all pulled into a room. "You messed with the wrong family," Verna said to the group of three.

Hartman was thrown onto the couch and was surrounded by everyone else. "Yeah, you're proud of this goddamn family, huh?" He asked snarkily at the woman.

"Jed!" Verna called out.

Vivianna waited with hope in her eyes to see her boyfriend, who she now knew as Jedidiah. "Ah, fuck." Hartman cussed as he watched Jed walk in with his infamous chainsaw. "What you gonna do? Huh?"

Jed walked into Vivianna's line of sight, causing her to stop struggling against the man holding her. She watched as Jed aimed his chainsaw at Hartman, she couldn't lie and say she wasn't in the least bit afraid of what Jed was capable of, and Verna's following words only added fuel. "Jed, what did I tell you about outsiders? They fill your ears with lies. You show 'em who you are, Jed." Verna commanded Jed. "Look what that man did to your face." She egged on.

Jed started up the chainsaw, and the loud roars of it coming to life filled the room. He swung the saw down at Hartman, who tried to block it with his hand, costing him to lose a limb.

Lizzy's screams blended in with Jed's as he sawed through the middle of Hartman's body, bloody sprayed everywhere, even landing on Vivianna, who stood motionless. She stared at the man who stood over Hartman; while she knew this was nothing more than pure evil, she didn't feel in the least bit sad for Hartman. After all the pain he put her and many others through, this was something he deserved.

The chainsaw quietened down as Jed lifted it back up, blood leaking from the blade of it. "Jed," Vivianna spoke up. Like something horrible had been said, Jed stood still as he heard her voice. When he saw her unconscious on the floor, he had assumed that Hartman had killed her already due to the haziness he felt from the fall. Jed's eyes softened as his eyes met her own, and he lowered the chainsaw down. He spewed out jibberish as he attempted to talk but couldn't produce any words from the mask and the stitches.

Jed's attention was redirected as Lizzy broke free from the man's grasp and took out in the direction of the front door. The man that was holding Vivianna released her from his grip and followed everyone else as they chased after Lizzy. Vivianna and Jed were left behind as they continued staring at each other. "Jed," Vivianna said once more. Jed couldn't deny that hearing his name sounded like music as it came out of Vivianna's mouth. Although he was still getting used to being called Jedidiah, he couldn't help but feel special as she used his name for the first time.

He held his hand out to Vivianna, causing her to smile faintly as she grabbed hold of it. Jed pulled Vivianna behind him as they followed where everyone else ran to. "Jed, remember what I told you? Go, go get her." Verna demanded Jed. As Vivianna came into Verna's view, Verna frowned at her until she realised what had happened; this would be something Verna had to deal with later. "Nobody messed with our family," Verna said as she made direct eye contact with Vivianna.

Jed and Vivianna raced through the trees as they searched for any signs of Lizzy.

Vivianna pulled Jed to a stop causing him to look over at her in curiosity. Vivianna needed some time to look at the damage done to her partner's face was currently being held together by a brace. She felt terrible for Jed as she imagined the pain he would have to go through. Slowly she reached her hand up and lightly traced her finger over the line of stitches; Jed looked away shamefully. "Handsome," Vivianna mumbled as she left a ghost of a kiss where the bullet wound was. Jed flushed red at her words, and he felt his lips tug into a smile, only to wince as he felt the pain in his cheek.

Jed and Vivianna turned around as they heard a branch snap from amongst the bushes. Lizzy shot out and started running away from the two. Jed limped up ahead of Vivianna as he chased after the nurse, the revving of the chainsaw echoing through the eery woods.

As Vivianna approached Jed, she could hear Lizzy trying to manipulate him. "I tried to help you, same with Vivianna. That's all I ever tried to do. You know that, right? Listen to me; it's not too late. We call all get out of here together." Lizzy attempted to convince Jed.

Verna approached the trio as she heard what was being said. "That bitch is a liar, Jed. She doesn't care about you. Kill her, kill her now!"

"Please don't listen to her," Lizzy begged. "I know there's good in you. I've seen it. Please listen to me. This isn't you, Jackson. This isn't you. It's your crazy mother-"

"Bud," Vivianna whispered loud enough for Jed to hear.

As soon as Jed heard the name Vivianna told him, he swung the chainsaw to the side and connected it with Lizzy's neck, her head flying off in the process. The bottom part of Lizzy fell to the ground as she was decapitated. A portion of Vivianna felt terrible. Lizzy had been nothing but pleasant to everyone, and the only reason she was here was because she was kidnapped. With that being said, Lizzy's actions were the cause of Bud's death and almost the cause of Jed's.

Vivianna held Jed's hand once again as she felt uncomfortable with Verna behind her. "That's my boy. You done good, Jed. You made Mama proud." Verna smiled happily at Jed.

The three made their way back to the Sawyer house, where they would celebrate Jed's return. "So, you two are datin'?" Verna asked. Both Jed and Vivianna nodded their heads. "Well, ain't that sweet." Although complimenting the relationship, Verna only did so because she didn't want to upset Jed on his day back. She would eventually convince Jed to get rid of the woman that clung to his side; Verna just had to figure out how she would do so.

#Jackson Sawyer #Jedidiah Sawyer #Jedidiah Sawyer x reader #leatherface #leatherface x reader #slashers #texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface 2017

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dogmomwrites · 11 months

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Find the Words!

This tag came from @eccaiia, so thank you for including me in this game!

I'm passing it along with soft tags to @sender-paulson, @eli-writes-sometimes, and @pandawriterstuff, as well as leaving an open tag! Your words will be suspect, torrents, and farther. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were ground, air, water, nature, and life. These excerpts were taken from the third and fourth books in my fantasy series.

Ground (Castle 3)

Lukalt made a noise at that, although whether it was a wishful sigh or a seasick groan, no one could tell. “Solid ground would be nice.” He was pale and the sleepless nights had left him visibly exhausted. Shadows colored under his eyes. He’d worn his shirt backwards for hours one day. It would have been a full day if Blue hadn’t caved and told him about it.

“If you’re done tossing yourselves over the side,” Mayne said, “maybe we can see about getting a little more speed.” He was a short man with a rather unkempt beard that gave him the look of a wild man.

“You weren’t concerned about speed earlier,” Blue said.

“You just want to make it sound like we interrupted you. Everyone knows you weren’t doing anything,” Ryder added.

“A pirate is always busy,” Mayne said. “Not doing anything is very time consuming. You never know when you’re done doing nothing.”

Air (Castle 3)

Slowly, he moved to the bed and let himself fall down on it, collapsing. His chest felt like a hand squeezed the air from him and he struggled to breathe. His eyes burned, and when he closed them, something dripped down his cheek. He swatted at it reflexively, but didn’t see any blood on his fingers. Looking closer, he saw a small bit of water oozing down between his fingers. His vision blurred, and he blinked. More tears fell.

The realization made him hiss in surprise. Tears. He was aghast. Tears dripped down his cheeks, and he was helpless to stop them. Just as he was helpless to stop the sorcerer from taking Jay.

Water (Castle 3)

Lukalt soon learned that he hated sailing. The ship rocked back and forth without end, and he found himself leaning against the rail. Every motion of the sea, every sway and jolt, caused his stomach to lurch. He stared down at the water that slapped against the side of the ship.

“Are you okay?”

Startled, he jumped at the unexpected voice. Blue was standing beside him. “What?” His throat felt tight, and he coughed to clear it. “What?” he tried again.

Blue couldn’t quite hide his grin. “You look terrible.”

That was precisely how he felt. He let out a groan. “Thanks.”

Nature (Castle 4)

“We aren’t here to hurt you!” Arial said.

“That’s all your kind do,” Risskora snarled. Her lips drew back to reveal her fangs, each as long and as lethal as the blade of a sword.

“You may not intend us harm, human child, but your people can’t help themselves. Such fear and hate is in their nature.” The old dragon’s voice had taken on an edge of sadness, as though the conversation had reminded him of the past days. He turned his head away, a signal to the others that he was no longer interested in the humans.

The two females crouched, preparing to leap over the river. The male straightened up and spread his wings out. His jaws opened up as he took a deep breath.

Life (Castle 4)

Lowering his voice, Saben asked, “You are serious?”

Aero met his eyes. “I am tired of fear, brother. Fear ruled Hollenworth, all of Cayua—fear ruled the entire forsaken kingdom we were born in. I have seen how life can be without fear ruling over my actions and that is a life I would choose. If I must become reckless to overcome my fear, then so be it.” He held his brother’s gaze a moment longer before moving to join the others.

“Just do not become dead to overcome your fears, little brother,” Saben said in a dry tone. He pulled up a smile when Aero looked back at him. “You have died once already and I do not wish to endure that a second time.”

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #1013: Stuck in the Jungle Gym Together (Persona 5)

12:12 p.m. at Shiyuba's Local Park Playground.......

Morgana: (Texts Haru on his Phone While Standing Inside of a Cube Jungle Gym With his Girlfriend) Got......Ourselves.....Stuck......Inside.....the Jungle Gym.......Please.....Come.....and......Get Us......Out......And......Take......The......(Turns to Lavenza Behind Him) What's the book called again?

Lavenza: The Book of Unwavering Spells and Magic.

Morgana: (Continues Texting) Book.....of......Unwavering.......Spells.....and......Magic......With You......annnnnnd sent. (Sighs While Putting his Phone Back.in his Pocket) Okay. Mom's mansion is a few miles away from here, so it's gonna take a while for her and Futuba to come back.

Lavenza: (Frowns Sadly While Bowing Down to Her Boyfriend) I am so sorry for getting us in here, Mona-Chan. Had it not been for my carelessness and my big, fat mouth revealing the name of the spell mid sentence, we wouldn't be in this mess right now....

Morgana: (Gives Lavenza a Reassuring Smile) Hey, Accidents like this happen.....Not too often in a magical sense, but still! There's really no need to beat yourself up over it. I promise.

Lavenza: (Stares at Mona For a Few Seconds Before Calming Herself With a Sigh) I suppose it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to stay calm in a situation like this.......(Smiles Softly) So long as we have each other's company.

Morgana: (Smiles Brightly) That's the spirit! (Pulls Something Out of his Pocket) Want some gum?

Lavenza: Would I?~

Mona tries handing his pack of gum over to his girlfriend only for him to accidentally drop it on the middle of the square cages in front of them, causing the Velvet Girl in question to whimper in sadness.

Two Minutes Later..........

Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Awe at the Sight of his Girlfriend's Sparkly, Painted Finger Nails in Front of Him) Woooooah......You really did them yourself? They look so pretty.

Lavenza: (Smiles Proudly) Why, thank you, my sweet dear~ And Yes. I took the liberties of giving the nails on my fingers the upmost care and glamor, with a bit of practice of course. I could paint yours if you like.

Morgana: Sure. You got any other colors besides blue?

Lavenza: (Happily Nodded) Oh absolutely. (Points Out the Colors' Names By Using her Fingers) I've got Mystique Crimson, Green Apple Smith, Sunlight Yellow, Sensational Blackberry-

Morgana: Ooh, the Blackberry one sounds interesting. I'll take that one.

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) Sensational Blackberry it is then.

Five More Minutes Later..........

Morgana: Out of all the weapons you could've choose: swords, rapiers, sabres, whips, guns....What made you wanna use a chainsaw of all things?

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) I just find every detail and aspect of it to be the most intriguing compared to the rest. The metal chains circling around the blade each time they move, the mechanics on the handle that helps generate the device to it's best capacity, the loud, roaring sound each time you ramp up it's functions to a high enough levdl! ('Sighs Dreamingly') What's not love about this wonderful masterpiece~ Ooh! Did you know that back in the 1700s, there was a handmade, wooded device first created as a medical tool known as the Flewable Saw?~

Morgana: Huh. I....honestly did not know that until now. Do you know that today's National Girlfriend Day?

Lavenza: ('Gasps') No I haven't. A holiday where you celebrate being a girlfriend?

Morgana: (Happily Nodded) Yep! At least that's what Ren told me this morning....(Starta Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth Shyly) I.....haven't really gotten you anything for the occasion yet, but-

Lavenza: (Happily Shakes her Head) There's no need for you to get me anything.

Morgana: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Wait, really? Are you sure?

Lavenza: I am positive. Having someone as wonderful as you as boyfriend is a gift worth cherishing for in a lifetime.

Morgana: (Heart Immediately Starts to Melt in Pure Happiness) Awwwwww~ Lavenza!~ I feel the same way about you too~ I would hug you right now if the....bars weren't in between us right now.

Lavenza: I'm sure we'll have all the time in the world for hugs and affection once we leave out of here.....Hopefully.

Two Minutes Later.......

Lavenza: (Stares at Morgana in Curiosity) Hmmmmm.......

Morgana: (Notices the Stare) Is.....something wrong, Lavenza?

Lavenza: (Comes Back to Reality) Oh. (Looks Away a Bit) A-Apologies for the stare. I couldn't help but notice the style of your hair sort of resembles that to a kitten's ear.

Morgana: Wait. I have kitten's ears for a hairstyle?

Lavenza: (Simply Nodded) Mhmm. At least i think you do. (Points her Mini Mirror in Front of Morgana) Take a look for yourself .

Morgana: (Starts Examining the Front of his Hair as his Eyes Begins to Widened at the Reflection of Himself) Oh God, you're right. I do have ears for hair.

Lavenza: You really didn't notice that until now?

Morgana: Not....Really? I mean, I guess I've never really look at myself mirror as much as I used to nowadays. Which reminds me...(Turns Back to Lavenza) You think I should try out a different hairstyle of some kind? See if it suits me or not?

Lavenza: I wouldn't mind seeing you in a different look. But if you ask me personally.....(Smiles Softly) I believe the look you have now defines and represents you just perfectly.

Morgana: (Stares at his Girlfriend For a Few Seconds Before Smiling Back at her) Hm. Thanks, Lavenza. I think your look defines you perfectly too.

Three Minutes Later............

Morgana: So those siblings of yours.....Are they really like you in a way or.....

Lavenza: Oh heavens no. We may have similar mannerisms on a few occasions, but our personalities are far different than anyone gave us credit for. Take our oldest sister, Margaret, for example: The most matured, smartest, and the motherly figure of the family. Her strategic and tactful thinking has always managed to help us on numerous occasions in the past. So much so that it even inspired me to improve on my intellect abilities overtime.

Morgana: Well, given how smart you really are, I say you're improving a lot.

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) Why, thank you, dear!~ Then after her, comes my older brother, Theodore, who is more polite and proactive in comparison. He usually becomes the main target of my sisters' pranks whenever father isn't around the room. And then there's Elizabeth who's curiosity could lead her to many things....mostly trouble. One time, she even got herself trapped in this contraction like we are currently, with no magic or spell in hand.

Morgana: (Eyes Widened a Bit) Seriously?

Lavenza: (Simply Nodded) It's true. It happened during her date with a boy with blue hair. She wanted to know how the Jungle Gym works only to somehow get herself stuck inside. It nearly took the two whole night to get her out of there before the cops arrived.

Morgana: (Snickers a Bit) Yikes. That must've been a real drag for them, huh?

Lavenza: (Giggles Softly) It was. But they still had a wonderful together after that, which is nice to say the least. She speaks very highly of that boy. (Slowly Starts Frowning) Even when she misses him so much....

Morgana: "Misses him"?

Lavenza: The boy in blue was given a terrible fate to be the one thing to save humanity from complete destruction. And my sister has been searching aimlessly to free him from his curse with....very....little to no prevail of course....She'll probably never admit this, but I can tell that it's been taking a toll on her from the very beginning given the two history. My only wish right now is find some way to help her.....(Looks Down the Ground) If she even wants our help........

Morgana: It takes times for someone to admit their own struggles, no matter how big it is.....But...given what you've told me about her....(Gives his Girlfriend a Sad But Reassuring Look on his Face) I'm sure she'll come around someday. You just gotta be ready when the time comes to help, you know?

Lavenza: (Looks Back Up to Mona Before Nodding in Agreement) Yes. You're right. As her faithful little sister, I refuse to stand back any longer! My hands will forever be there to catch her whenever she metaphorically falls in the abyss of stress and heartache. That will be the promise of a lifetime!

Morgana: (Chuckles Very Lightly) That's the spirit!

????: LAVENZAAAAA!!!! MOOOOONAAAAAA!!!!!

The couple turns both of their heads to see Haru and Futuba making their way into the jungle gym with the latter already losing breath from her body.

Haru: We're here, sweethearts!~ Are you two okay!?

Lavenza: (Happily Nodded) Yes. We are okay, Ms. Haru-san?

Morgana: You guys seriously ran your way to get here?

Futuba: (Starts Huffing, Puffing, and Panting While Trying Retain her Posture) Yeah.....we did.....The limo.....we were.....riding on.....was stuck in traffic......so (Pounts at Haru Beside Her) Little Miss Thunder Thighs here......thought.....it would be....a GOOD IDEA.....for us....to run ALL THE WAY FROM THE CITY....TO HERE......Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ.....I HATE running.....With a PASSION!

Haru: Running is good for the body, Futuba. And that's beside the point. (Turns Back to the Children) We-

Futuba: WE!? (Glares at Haru)

Haru: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) I thought it would be quicker for us to get here instead for traffic to clear up all day. (Finally Smiles in Relief) We're so glad you two aren't in any too much danger.

Futuba: Yeah. Also.....(Pulls Out the Blue Book From her Book Bag) We got the Magic Spell you asked us to get before we left the house.

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) Splendid!~ The spell's name is on page .167 on section c.

Futuba: (Already Breezes Through the Pages) Page.....1.....67.....Section Cccccccc....(Points on the Destined Page) Got it! You kids ready to get the heck out of that crazy thing?

Morgana: Wait!

Morgana and Lavenza reaches out for each other's hands and holds it before looking back at the ladies.

Morgana: Now we're ready!

Lavenza: (Nodded in Agreement)

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Cool! (Reads the Words on the Page) Now, let's see here.......

As Futuba blurts out the name of the spell, a blue aura begins to surround Morgana and Lavenza's body as the two begins to finally teleport out of the jungle gym.

But rather than appearing in Front of Futuba and Haru.....they just teleported out of sight.

Haru: (Eyes Widened in Horror Along With Futuba) MY BABIES!!

Futuba: OHH NO!

Meanwhile at the LeBlanc Café......

Sojiro: (Prepare a Cup of Latté) So you're really thinking about leaving the whole maverick business behind you, aren't ya?

Cybernetic Swordsman: For some time now, yeah. But I'm not gonna throw in the towel just yet. There's still some loose ends I need to clear up before-

A blue light suddenly appears on the cafe's table stand as it shows Morgana and Lavenza standing on it.

Cybernetic Swordsman: What in the-

Lavenza: (Finally Opens her Eyes) Oh my......(Lools Around the Very Familiar Location) It seems the spell has teleported us back here of all places.

Morgana: (Opens his Eyes as Well) Huh? (Starts Looking the Café as Well) Wow, you're right.....('Sigh') Well, as long as we're not stuck in that gym anymore, I ain't gonna complain.

Lavenza: (Nodded in Agreement) Neither will I.

'Ahem'

The young couple turn their heads to Sojiro staring at them with a tired yet soft smile on his face.

Sojiro: Hey there, kids. Had a good time at the park today?

Morgana: (Smiles Back at Coffee Dad) Yeah, we did. U-Up until we got ourselves trapped in the jungle gym....

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) Luckily, Futuba and Ms. Haru-san was arrived at the neck of time to get us out with the teleporting spell!~

Morgana: .....Which brings us here instead by the way.....

Sojiro: Uh-huh. Glad to see you two are alright at least. Also, I like to introduce you to my new customer, Raiden.

Raiden: (Simply Nodded at the Couple) Pleasure to meet you.

Morgana: (Smiles Brightly at the Cybernetic Swordsman) Same. I'm Morgana.

Lavenza: (Politely Bows at Raiden) Lavenza. And I must say, your robotic features looks absolutely intriguing.

Morgana: Yeah and really cool.

Raiden: (Smiles a Little) Thanks. You two are the second and third person to ever complimented my features.

Lavenza: ('Gasps') Mona, did you hear that? We are the second and third!~

Morgana: (Chuckles Lightly) I know, right? I'm already honored!

Sojiro: That's great and all, but do you mind getting off the table now? Kinda running a business here.

Morgana: Oh! (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) R-Right. We'll....get out of your hair now. (Turns to Lavenza) Ready, Lavenza?

With one, happy nod from his girlfriend, Morgana gets down from the table and then helps Lavenza down as well. It wasn't long before the Velvet Girl in question gives the boy a big, loving hug in the process.

Morgana: (Chuckles Lightly) What's with the sudden hug there?~

Lavenza: Oh no reason other than it's overdue~ As well as this~

Lavenza gives Morgana a big kiss on the cheek, causing the boy to blush instantly.

Morgana: W-Wow~ S-So debt paid then?

Lavenza: Yes, for now~ (Smiles Brightly) Now, come. Let us spend the rest of our day watching a movie in Futuba's Room! (Holds Morgana Hand as She Makes her Way to the Stair Case)

Morgana: (Still Love Strucked, Followed his Lady) S-Sure. Okay~

Raiden: (Watches the Kids Run Up the Stairs Together) Cute kids. (Turns to Sojiro) Been a thing for a while now?

Sojiro: Yep. And it all started during Christmas of all things.....(Smiles Softly) I'm happy for them.

Happy Very Belated National Girlfriend Day, Everybody

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archangelmacaron · 2 years

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NTMF College Au Chapter 10

9 was long, ten is a bit short! Thank you again as always for comments and likes, you're all the best and I'm happy to make something you're enjoying! Encouragement is definitely making me go faster even if all you can do is a thumbs up lol!

I'm only about 2-3 finished chapters ahead now but I seem to be able to get a basic draft out every other night, and thanks to having made an outline (I'm so sad to report it's actually really helpful and I really do recommend it lol) I know what I need to do next. It always made me so sad to be really into a fic and then updates suddenly stop, so I vowed to myself I won't do that (anymore)! This is probably near the halfway point (famous last words from me). Thank you again :D

Noel was too stunned to comprehend what she was seeing. “What on earth—?”

Fugo—Fugo is a demon?

“Noel, move!” Caron shoved her aside just as the flames flew from Fugo's hands, exploding against one of the stone pillars. She cowered under the desk with a small scream as he slid behind another pillar. Her eyes widened as she saw him shaking a flame off of his sleeve, then he quickly moved out of her sight to another hiding spot.

He—he's been burned! Is it because I froze?

She could hear Fugo moving closer. “Get the fuck away from her. Noel, what the hell are you doing?”

“What am I doing? Wh-why are you throwing fire at us?” Noel demanded—coming off as more of a panicked shriek than a command. “I-I apologize for locking you in the closet, but—“

“I ain't mad about the closet as much as I am about you makin' deals with a devil! Noel, what's going on?” She heard more explosions—it sounded like Fugo was throwing fire all over the room, trying to find where Caron was.

“Wh-what are you judging me for, clearly, you've dealt with one yourself—“ “This is different! What's he making you do?” There was another explosion, and she heard Caron curse quietly. She couldn't see where he'd gone, and smoke was starting to fill the room.

“Fugo, please stop! You're going to set the library on fire!”

“Hell if I care, damn thing can burn as long as that devil burns with it!” She looked up as she heard a thump, seeing Fugo standing on the desk above her. He was now wearing a gas mask, and he shifted it aside to look at her. “Noel, listen to me. You need to get out of here. I don't know what kinda promises he's made you, but devils always lie. You gotta—fuck!”

Fugo leapt away as a chain slapped down. Caron landed where he had been standing, taking an aggressive stance. “Stay away from her.”

“That's my line, bitch. What the fuck are you doing to her? What kinda sick price are you gonna take?”

He flung another flame that Caron easily deflected with a chain before jumping after him. Noel winced as she heard some type of furniture shatter. “I have nothing to say to you, demon. Be still!”

“Heh, I will if you will!” She could see the room lit up more—it looked like Fugo had set more things on fire. She ducked back down and huddled into a ball, closing her eyes tightly.

This destruction—it's all my fault!

There was another explosion, and Caron cursed again—then a loud jangle of chains, and Fugo did. They seemed to be evenly matched.

At this rate, the library will be entirely destroyed, and they both will be badly hurt!

I need to stop them! I can't keep hiding! She flinched at another crash. The noises in the library were being overlaid and mixed up in her mind with sounds of her worst memory.

But I'm scared, I'm really scared! If they miss and hit me—it will be much worse than the car—

But... I can't let something like that happen to either of them!

She pulled herself up with the desk, feeling wobbly on her prosthetics as she took a deep breath and began to shout. “Fugo—Caron—please st—eh?”

There was something shiny at her throat. Her eyes slowly traced the blade up to the man holding it. “O-oscar?”

“Sorry, Noel.” He grabbed her elbow and yanked her back against him, holding the sword at her throat. “Hey! Devil! I have your demon. Fugo, stop.”

“Oscar, what on earth—“ She coughed. The room was filled with smoke, although she could no longer see any flames. She couldn't see Caron or Fugo, but she heard his chains slapping around. One shot towards them, and Oscar easily deflected it.

Fugo has flames, Oscar has a sword—no, two swords, one is still sheathed—What else has been going on right under my nose while I was oblivious?

“I'm gonna kick this guy's ass, Oscar. He's tryin' to...” Fugo's voice devolved into worse coughing than Noel's.

Oscar sounded surprisingly calm, but firm. “Fugo, you can't beat him. Your mask is out of cartridges, I told you to replace them. The best we can do right now is a draw. Devil, will you retreat?”

“A draw? What the hell are you talking about? Maybe I can't beat him, but you can—“

She heard a strangled thump, and was relieved and alarmed to see Caron walking out of the smoke—a chain around Fugo's neck like a garrote as he marched him forward.

“May I propose a trade instead?” he said, his angry voice at odds with his polite words. “That's about what I expected.” Oscar nodded. “Yes.”

“Oscar, don't do it,” Fugo wheezed between coughs, pulling at the chain around his neck. “I don't know what the hell he's promised her, but he hasn't taken the price yet. We can still save—“

“Our deal is none of your concern—“

“Would you all please shut up and listen to me!” Noel had surprised herself again with her yell, although she quickly began to cough again. The men all turned to her, Oscar lowering his blade—he'd only held the flat of it near her, it was clear he'd never intended to harm her. When she caught her breath, she began to speak calmly. “Listen—Fugo, Oscar, I know you are both reasonable men, and I know—you also have clearly dealt with devils before. Will you please hear me out?”

“There's nothing to hear—“

“Fugo, it can't hurt.” Oscar looked down at her with his serious face. “Noel, what is going on?”

She said a silent prayer of gratitude for Oscar's calm demeanor, and how he put his brother's safety first—if he had decided to jump into the fight instead, she wasn't sure Caron would still be alive. The thought of that was oddly terrifying to her.

It hasn't even been twenty four hours, and yet... Is this a normal devil-human bond from a contract?

“First, I am not being manipulated—at least, not now. I was tricked into summoning him, and the person who did it was hoping he would kill me. He clearly did not. So please—at least for now—believe that I am not in danger from him.”

Fugo scoffed, and she looked at him with pursed lips. “You saw him protect me earlier, when you were throwing fire willy-nilly about the place, didn't you? You were more likely to kill me than he was at that point!”

He didn't respond to that, only coughed a few more times. She'd never seen Fugo angry before, but she was now certain that was a good thing—it seemed he had a nearly uncontrollable temper and the power of flames to accompany it. Still, knowing that a friend would go that far for her made her feel a little happy—just frustrated that he wasn't listening to the situation first. Although, they had knocked him unconscious and locked him in a closet... so perhaps he could not be blamed for not wanting to hear her out.

Thinking of his flames brought her back to the present. Noel looked around. The smoke seemed to be fading. “The fires—are they all out now?”

“Yes,” Caron replied. He glared down at Fugo, keeping the chain around his neck taut. Noel winced as she realized his sleeve and one of his legs were still smoking—he'd been directly hit at least twice with flames. “Despite the smoke, it seems that there shouldn't be too much damage, either—at least not to anything irreplaceable.”

Wait... Noel felt a little confused. Caron seemed to have caught and overpowered Fugo without much issue... They weren't evenly matched after all. So why didn't he do it sooner?

Fugo said he didn't care if the library burned, so the reason Caron was moving so much...

He was putting out the fires?

She didn't have time to consider the implications. Her head shot up as she heard something from outside. “Ah—others are approaching. They must have seen the fires through the windows... We need to go!”

“Our house. Meet us there. I'll make something up.” Oscar's serious eyes shot down to her. “Noel, I am choosing to trust you. Don't betray me, please, and stay safe.”

“Oscar... you're an idiot,” Fugo groaned. Caron's chain shot backwards, vanishing, as he shoved the man forward. Oscar took two large steps forward to catch his brother as he stumbled.

“I trust you, too, Oscar—and you, Fugo. Please—please don't betray me, either!” Noel said, running to meet Caron. “I will meet with you there!”

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emkaypea · 2 years

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05/05/2022 2:02 AM

2022

2002

Twenty years, and yet I still seem to struggle. Isn't that disgusting?

I still haven’t graduated. I still have a shitty job. I still can’t pay rent. I still think about her. I still let myself fall into these endless pits. Isn’t that absolutely despicable?

I don’t know why I’m feeling so bad right now. The thought of dumping pills into my mouth is plaguing me, imagination running wild. I can feel them in my mouth. I can taste the gel capsules. I feel the tug down my throat. I can feel myself drifting away. I can feel my razor grazing my skin. I can feel the blood trickling down my thighs. I can feel the burn that comes with movement. I can feel the roughness with a single caress of my skin. I can feel it all. I long for it. Yet my fear holds me back, once again.

Fear of this sort disgusts me. I hold myself back from so many things because of it. The fear of failure, the fear of loved ones dying, the fear of losing everyone again, the fear of venturing out, the fear of others recognizing how utterly useless I am – you’d think that these would overshadow my fear of death. I wish they did. I’m so stricken by fear that I've ruined my life, yet the one thing I can do to fix it, I am afraid of yet again. Isn’t that sad? Fear, fear, fear.

What would happen if I died? Back then, nothing. My parents would’ve mourned, but they would’ve moved on. That wouldn’t happen now. Josh would’ve lost his sister, but I wasn’t much of one anyways. Now, he’d blame himself. My sisters wouldn’t care regardless. You know, I remember when Liz saw my arm for the first time. She acted like she cared. Why would she, after years of her trying to ruin me? It was far too late for her to care. The nerve she had. I wish that I had done it when things were simpler. Now, if I were to kill myself, there would be hell to pay. My mom would no longer have a best friend or caretaker. My little brother wouldn’t have the only sibling he had that actually cared for him. My dad wouldn’t have his little girl. I’ve waited too long. I still feel like I made the wrong choice.

I don’t want to hurt anyone. I only want to hurt myself. It’s what I deserve. It’s what I was born for. From the beginning, I was set out for mutilation of oneself. I long for it. I wish so badly that I could absolutely destroy my body with no outside repercussions. I wish I could slice my arms and thighs beyond recognition without the need to cover up. I wish I could live out the everlasting fantasy of slitting my wrists in the bathtub and letting fate decide whether to claim me or leave me be. The urge to give in to these desires is so incredibly strong. The only reason I haven’t destroyed my arms now is because of plasma donations. Without them, I would let loose all of my agony. I would press deeper, I would slice the same spot repeatedly until I saw fat. I would cover myself in blood.

I remember so well the feeling of hot wet soaking my legs. Touching the blood, licking it, rubbing it further across my legs and body, playing with it like a puppy. Stepping into the shower with legs pouring blood, splattering across the shower once the water pellets my skin. The unbearable sting that comes with the water, now turned beautiful shades of red and pink. Seeing it flood the shower floor, and triggering yet another round. Brining the blade into the shower with me, digging as deep as I could with the cheapest razors I could find. My favorite thing was slicing deep enough to see white, the wound gaping, then slicing again over it. It didn’t hurt, which revolted me. I should’ve kept going. I’ve only seen fat a small handful of times, and each time it was so beautiful. Surprisingly, it never hurt. Those scars on my legs have risen quite a bit. I love grazing my fingers across them. I miss it. I wonder if my pain tolerance has changed since?

What should I do now? My skin is itching, my brain the same. I can’t kill myself, so I must settle for at least one form of self harm. Whether it be cutting, burning, vaping, abusing medication, or starving myself, I need more of it. I need it to survive. I need it, I need it, I need it. My body craves it with everything I have. I want to grab my lighter and flame the metal tweezers until they’re black, and press them onto my skin for as long as I can bear. My favorites are the ones that don’t have time to blister, as the skin comes off the second I remove the tweezers. It falls off so nicely. Ah, and the compressed air. I still don’t know what to call those wounds. Tipping the can upside down, so that the freezing liquid drips onto my skin, over and over and over until I can’t feel it anymore. Even for weeks after, I couldn’t feel those patches of skin. They would turn blue, scab over in such an odd way. Even now, maybe more than a year afterwards, I still lack most of my feeling in those spots. Hypothermic burns, I wonder? It’s not my favorite form of self-harm, as the pain didn’t satiate the urge, but the morbidity of it was enough to settle the storm brewing in my mind. Starving myself is such a nice form. The feeling of going to bed and not being able to sleep due to the hunger pains clawing their way across my stomach is so gratifying. I’m a fat, disgusting piece of shit, and starving myself is such a nice way of punishing myself for reaching this point. I’ve done that these past few days, and I’ve lost 7 lbs. It’s so easy to lose weight like this when you’re a fat slob like me. It’s hard for me to starve, because like a disgusting pig, I salivate at the smell of food when I haven’t eaten. I crave food, but telling myself no and reminding myself of how disgusting I look helps greatly. Right now, I can feel that hunger cramping. It slides its way up and down my stomach, making me nauseous. I love it. I deserve it. God, god, god. Abusing medication. There’s nothing nicer than that. I can’t do it as often, as I desperately do not want to deprive my mom of her meds. But, when I need to, I’ll ask for pain meds or xanax, and let myself drift away into a high that inhibits me from feeling anything bad. My propranolol just makes me tired, but it’s a nice distraction nonetheless. I have a deep love for xanax and tizanidine, though. Xanax makes me feel like everything is okay, that I can breathe and feel good doing so. I feel euphoric. It’s the only time in where I truly feel no anxiety, when otherwise I am plagued with it constantly. There isn’t a single moment of my days in where I don’t have my jaw clenched, my head aching, my tongue tingling, my stomach turning, and my mind racing. With xanax, I can finally have a break from all of the chaos.

I’m getting tired now. The tizanidine is kicking in. I just want to fade away. I don’t want to have to wake up tomorrow and pretend that everything is fine. I don’t want to go to work pretending that I didn’t write this the night before. I wish that I was functional. I wish that, even with these diseases I’ve been blessed with – depression, ptsd, ocd, insomnia, anxiety, dissociaton and depersonalization, and so, so much trauma - I was able to complete the tasks I want to. I wish I could tell this all to somebody. I wish so badly to have somebody enter my mind, see my memories, and feel what I feel. I wish they could share the death of him, the dying of my mother, the loss of friendship, as toxic as it was, the beatings, the police officers, the addictions, the screaming, the sobbing, the begging, the isolation, the hurt hurt hurt hurt. I’m just so tired. I’m so tired.

2:56 AM

Goodnight

#tw depression #tw graphic #tw suicide #sewer slide #tw sh #self harn #slef harm #tw s3lf harm #tw mental deterioration #tw mentally ill #tw #trigger warning

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sayurifellfrost · 10 months

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Warmth

Someone killed Haeferic, apparently. Grym decided it was my job to check it out.. I just wanted some fucking sleep.

Vex quietly wanders the area, gaze glued to the shrubs below as she kicks around in the dirt - moving the occasional bush with her foot seemingly in search of something. The ground by her is stained with blood, dried and at least a few suns old and weather worn. She seems to be stuck in her own little world, for now.

Mahi'a had stuck close to the cliffside for the vast majority of their journey, taking what protection it could offer while avoiding the main roads through Thanalan as well as the shade provided in the hottest part of the day. Only once catching sight of the waterfalls did they veer away, semi-certain of the direction they were headed - more so at the sight of a figure not far off, an indication of civilisation once again. They kept their distance for the most part, pausing once catching sight of the stained ground at her feet. A little more caution thrown to the wind, they move closer to get a better look. "Are you alright?" they eventually call out, both the ground and Miqo'te given looks of mild concern.

Vex's ears swivel as a voice calls out, head lifting and gaze scanning the area before she turns herself to look in the direction the voice came from - a look of surprise on her features. “... Yes.” Her response is brief, her gaze moving down to the stained ground before returning to the Keeper a short distance away. “.. It’s-.. not.. mine.”

.. I didn’t expect any company. Maybe a Brass Blade or two to harrass me until they saw Grym’s mark.. Or maybe Gala’ra and Burwenna to check on me to ensure I was actually working.. But not this person.

Mahi'a nods, drawing closer still - a response enough of a friendly gesture for their liking. A frown appears on their features as they're able to get a better look at the bloodstained earth. "I should hope not, that seems like a fair bit of blood," they muse. "I can see why you might stop to look. It could be an animals at least?"

Vex raised a hand to her neck, lightly scratching at it. ".. It was a guy." Her hand dropped back down, her foot shifting in a small swing to kick a nearby pebble across the shrubs. "-- I'm not involved, for the record. Was just.. someone I knew of. Folks weren't sure what killed him so.. here I am."

"...Oh." Mahi'a stares a little longer at the old blood, slightly more uncertain than they had been beforehand. "That is... sad. I wasn't going to assume you were involved, though! No, don't worry. I mean, they do say criminals return to the scene of the crime, yet I always assumed that was something they made up for stories. Easier for fictional investigators to catch them..." they trail off, looking back to her with a small smile. "Then I suppose you are the investigator in this case."

"It's good that you're looking out for them."

Vex grimaced slightly, a hand rising to rub two fingers under her eyes. She looks quite weary, up-close. ".. No? People tend to be quick to jump to assumptions in these parts. I'm sure a Brass Blade would've harrassed me for being here." A small shrug followed, Vex's tired gaze settling atop their newfound company. ".. Not by choice, admittedly. Guy who's dead was.." She paused, thoroughly considering her next words. ".. A bit of an ass. Kinda had it coming."

..”A bit of an ass” doesn’t bloody cover what Haeferic was. One of Lumir’s initiates. Torturer. One can only hope whatever - or whoever - killed him made him suffer.

"Thankfully I am not a Brass Blade!" they say brightly, before pausing. "Do they know this happened here? A fair way from the road, but even so, it could indicate the area is less safe than they're aware of..." Mahi'a dwells on the thought for a few long moments, tuning back into her explanation afterwards. "Enough of an ass to warrant being murdered? What did he do?"

".. They know. One of them.. let us know." A faint look of distaste settled on her features, albeit it quickly faded once more. Her hands shoved into her pockets and her brow furrowed, a prolonged silence lingered as she considered her words much longer than she probably should've. "..Hurt people." Her attention settles upon Mahi'a anew, head tilting. "..What are you doing out here? Most people.. tend to stick to the roads."

.. I fucking hate refering to them as ‘us’.

"That's good, probably," Mahi'a reasoned with a nod. "Apart from the fact that means they may send more people down here, don't get harrassed by them if you can avoid it!" They spare a look beyond her in the presumed direction of the road, thankfully no Brass Blades in sight as far as they could tell. Her explanation is given yet another frown, gaze remaining thoughtfully on the foliage ahead until a question is directed back to them in turn. "Well, I am starting to get an idea of why."

"In theory it's a shorter way through, and spares me the embarrassment of struggling with the heat where everyone can see me on the roads," they explain with a shrug, loose as fast with their focus on the question. "And I have to hope that my previous assumption was correct, and you won't take the opportunity to make more of a mess here!"

".. I mean-.. fair." Vex couldn't help but to offer a weak smile, albeit brief. She shakes her head, then, letting a small frown settle on her features. "No, I won't hurt you.. There are enough people like that in the world.. Granted the word of a stranger isn't much go to by, I suppose."

Mahi'a returns the smile, seemingly having no deep doubt that they were in any danger to begin with. "It is enough, and I will take it! I assume it would have happened before now if it was going to anyway, I doubt most attackers stop and have a chat in the middle of nowhere if they don't have to. It may even deter anyone who would dare to see two here instead of one!"

".. Kinda dangerous, don't you think?" Vex lofted a brow, shoulders drawing into a small shrug. ".. Some people bide their time. Let your guard lower.. Then strike." She paused, eyeing the staff Mahi'a kept with them. ".. You can probably defend yourself, though."

I know enough people who use that as an M.O... Lull victims into a false sense of security and fuck them over when they expect it the least.

... Lets hope that staff isn’t just for show.

"A bit! It's hard to avoid every bit of danger, however, plus that would be rather boring. If a murderer decided to attack me after talking for half a bell or so, wouldn't that make for a better story to tell afterwards? Assuming I lived, anyway," Mahi'a added after a brief thought. "I would like to think so! Nothing to worry about, you see. The same for you, obviously, your own weapon is... interesting." Their head tilts, observing what they could of the shape of the sheathed weaponry.

".. If it's a murderer. Could just as well be a kidnapper." Vex rocked lightly on her feet, hands still on her pockets and her posture relaxed enough that she probably doesn't consider Mahi'a a threat. ".. Telling someone that someone tried to kill you.. is an interesting story..?" She questions, a curious brow lofting. ".. It's.. a scythe. Not the most.. common weapon, I suppose."

Mahi'a grimaces at that thought, ending up shaking their head dismissively, more so to rid themselves of it. "Unlikely, I'd like to think I am more trouble than I am worth," they quickly joke lightly. "It could be, it would depend what happens. And everything would be equally as good for bragging considering my survival!" They talk on while continuing to examine the scythe from where they stand, eye following the length of it passing behind her back. "No, not really. Why not a sword? Or... axe?"

".. That makes two of us." The words left her as a sigh, brows furrowing just a touch. "I.. suppose..?" Another rock, back and forth. ".. It wasn't by choice. A scythe was simply.. put in my hands. I was told to learn how to use it as a weapon."

They dip their head in a nod, smiling despite their curiosity over her own expression. "Told to learn to use a scythe," Mahi'a says to themselves thoughtfully. "How does that work? Who would tell anyone to use a specific weapon like that? Especially such a unique one. Does that mean you had to learn all by yourself?"

Vex's ears pin back, gaze directing elsewhere. She spends a prolonged time quiet, taking another moment to consider her words which leave her with some hesitation. "..Scythe put in my hands, then me in front of an angry beast. Someone nearby to keep the beast from killing me if I failed." Her gaze returns to them as she speaks. "None specified in the weapon to help me learn, just someone to watch me."

Her answer prompts a period of silence, Mahi'a staring at her as they process it, landing somewhere between faint horror and outrage. "What - why?" they ask, once words start forming again. "Why would anyone do something like that? Even with someone nearby that's... all far too much."

.. I couldn’t fight them. Ariq was unwilling to have the mark’s grip eased of me..

Azeyma knows I’d burn him alive the moment I got the chance to.. Even back then.

A hand leaves her pocket and rises to her face, scratching at her cheek ever so slightly. Another silence follows, as Vex carefully considers her next words. ".. Didn't.. care." She mumbled. ".. I couldn't f-.." Her voice halts abruptly, a faint grimace of pain taking to her features before she turns her head aside, the hand which had bee scratching at her cheek moving to instead scratch at the back of her neck, a finger cramming in between the collar and her skin. She stays quiet for a little longer, before exhaling a sharp breath. "..None that I could.. spar."

.. I hate this fucking collar.

Mahi'a concern rears its head once again at her grimace, yet without any noticeable danger in the area around her they slowly let it go - for that thought alone. "Are you well out here?" they end up asking, examining her expression. "Or have I - I'm sorry if I've made you answer what you'd rather not dwell on. It all just... seems terribly unfair from what you've said so far."

Vex's gaze dipped to the ground at the question, head shifting into a slow shake. "You've not made me answer anything, I could've chosen not to if it bothered me." She once again, rocked on her heels. ".. And you're right. It -is- unfair.. But there's not anything that can be done for it."

They seem a little relieved by that at the very least, diverting their attention away from her in an attempt to help, eyeing the blood on the ground instead. "Are they people that you still see now? If they are, maybe something -can- be done about it, somehow," Mahi'a offers. "Though if you've moved on, best not to dig these things up again."

".. Not by choice, but yes." She grimaced, then shook her head. ".. No. I have tried.. They're not keen on.. letting things go."

.. Or people.

Mahi'a gives a quiet hum, frowning to themselves. "Even if someone else helped? With... whatever could be needed. Was this guy one of those people?" they ask suddenly as an afterthought, a hand gesturing with a wave down to the blood.

".. The said person would put themselves in danger." Vex's gaze lowers to the blood at the gesture, a brief pause lingering before she nodded. "He was."

"But they could help, maybe? Some danger to stop it from continuing is hardly a poor trade, it sounds rather worthwhile to me," Mahi'a determines, looking back up to her briefly with a smile. "I understand even more why you considered him an ass. Yet you still need to come here and look into him?"

".. Danger for an attempt that is likely feeble." She frowned. "They won't.. let go.." Her head lowered, frown deepening in a more saddened manner than anything else. ".. Yes."

"It's hard to say unless someone tries, right? And even with what little you've said, it doesn't seem right just to... leave it all and not bother. Not when it's a situation you so clearly don't want to be in." Mahi'a shifts their weight from one foot to another, frowning to themselves while they think. "I mean, I could ask... friends. I am not saying it could only be one person trying to do something."

.. It kills me to turn away offered help when people understand my situation.. But with the numbers Grym have, I-..

I do not want to be the cause of someone’s death like that.

Vex shook her head slightly. ".. Too many. I appreciate it, truly.. But you, or your friends, would.. likely suffer dearly for it."

Mahi'a frowns further, for a moment they almost launch into another argument, yet pull it back before it can be voiced. Instead they hesitate. "Will you be... reasonably safe? Are you going to be hurt?"

".. Safer than normal, but.. I'll probably get hurt, yes." She rocked back and forth once more, gaze settling on the blood. "..Worst of them is.. occupied with another."

.. Grym himself is busied with X’llaya’s presence. He’ll leave me alone for the most part, but.. I dread what he has in store for her.

"...Right," they say quietly, disappointed yet unsurprised by the answer. Mahi'a's interest is piqued further, however, and they tap their fingers against a hip while thinking. "Someone else like you? That they won't let go?"

".. There are many like it. Stuck." Vex's explaination seems.. a touch vague, brows furrowing in thought for her next words. ".. We are.. alike, yet not. I am allowed outside." Her hands connected in front of her, fidgeting as she again glanced at the blood.

Mahi'a nods once, more so in acknowledgement than understanding, the vague answers both frustrating and unnerving. "Why can't they go outside too? Can none of the others who are stuck come out here?"

Vex furrows her brows, seemingly struggling to put her words together as she again lingers in a prolonged silence. ".. Some. Members can. But-.. not.." She exhales a sharp breath, frowning at her own limited speech of the matter. ".. Caged."

.. People like me, who have been made to join the ranks by force..

.. Or people who have been caged, meant to be sold as slaves.

.. But I can’t tell you this. Not in as much detail as I’d like.

"He was a member?" Mahi'a asks to clarify, pointing a hand towards the blood. "Or... different? Worse?" They chew on the inside of their cheek meanwhile, putting together what they can. "You can't talk about this very much. Because of these people? Would they do something?"

Vex nodded slightly, gesturing towards the blood. "..Willing." She stated, then motioned to herself. ".. Not." She looked over to Mahi'a, pausing.. Her brows furrowed and she took a deep breath, looking as if she was about to regret -something-. "..Sl-.." Her voice cuts, as it had done once already - pain taking to her features and both her hands raising to grip at the collar around her neck, yanking it several times in an attempt to show that it is preventing her, and won't come off.

... Slavers.

.. I can’t even say the word. They made sure I couldn’t. I can’t explain what this collar does.. but I could show it.. even if just a little..

Mahi'a gives a faint sigh. "Right, I see," they murmur. As she speaks again their gaze returns to her, only for their eyes to widen at her reaction. There's no misunderstanding her explanation, as wordless as it is, and they take a few worried steps closer. "Can I not do anything about that, at least? Can it be broken? Stopped?"

Vex shook her head slightly, letting her hands release the collar and fall back down to her sides. ".. Have.. tried.." She exhaled, her tone hinting at the pain that had been caused by her attempt to speak.

Mahi'a expression falls further, the collar gaining a glare as they briefly examine it before returning their attention to her. "I - I'm sorry. There has to be something, though, this can't be forever," they insist.

A pause lingers, brows furrowing slightly. "Already.. been.. a long time.." She sighed, lowering her head. ".. I will.. endure."

"There'll be a way to stop it, to stop them," Mahi'a says with a nod, as well as a faint smile. "I'm sorry that I made it hurt you, I won't... ask anything else about them. It's not going to do it again if I ask for your name, is it?"

".. It's okay." Vex forced a small smile, ears drooping. ".. No, it won't. My name is Vex."

Mahi'a appears relieved, smile brightening a bit even if hers may be forced. "There's that, at least. The... unfortunate circumstances all around, it is still good to meet you, I'm Mahi'a. Hopefully your investigation is going a little less painfully than answering my questions."

".. Nice to meet you too, Mahi'a." Her smile turned a touch more genuine, at that, although fading quickly. "Yet answering your questions was more preferable.. I don't.. care what happened to him.. But they want answers."

"How are you meant to find out in the end? It feels as if they've given you an impossible task, unless that was the point of sending you out here in the first place," Mahi'a says with a shake of their head.

".. It wouldn't be the first time." She peered down at the blood. ".. The Brass Blades have already been here, stomping all over it.. anything I could've found was probably removed, or ruined, by them."

"Can you go back and explain that? Or will they be angry? That's probably a fairly stupid question," they sigh.

"It won't satisfy them.. But at least being out here lets me be away from them.. for a time."

"Yes, that's true! A desperately needed break, even if it does mean staring at an old patch of blood on the ground..." Said helpful patch of blood is glanced to. "Hopefully you can draw it out as long as possible. A -very- thorough investigation, even if it may not lead to anything substantial."

"I've already come back several times the past three suns or so since it happened.. Any trail is long gone, and already was the first sun.. But I will keep coming here until they realise."

Mahi'a grins at that. "You are very good at wasting their time. Do you not get bored, though? Or is the quiet enough to enjoy it?"

Vex manages to flash a genuine smile, then. "Wasting their time. Pissing them off. Always been good at it." She rolls her shoulders slightly. ".. Sure, I get bored.. But the silence is good, and.. I can have the occasional nap, as.. my sleep keep getting disrupted back there."

.. Vairg enjoys tormenting my neighbour too much..

Twelve, I hope someone wipes that bloody smirk off his face.

"Important traits, I wager! Little victories, yet I hope they don't get you too hurt if they rise up to them," they add, with another small amount of concern. "I'm glad you can find the benefits to it. As long as the Brass Blades don't catch you napping beside a bush and suspicious pools of blood, anyway..."

".. I live yet." Her shoulders dragged into a small shrug. ".. Better hope it's the right Brass Blade, take one look at me then leave me alone."

"That sounds like it's happened before," Mahi'a points out with another grin. "I... hm. I should probably continue my journey at some point, unless I really am destined to come across the same fate that this ass did. Are you going to be alright out here?"

Vex nodded slightly, before tilting her head. ".. Don't let me keep you. If you're lucky.. it's someone seeking these." She raised a hand to her red marked cheek, tapping at it. ".. So they won't touch you. And yes, I.. will be fine."

Mahi'a gives a hesitant nod. "If I'm lucky, maybe, not so lucky for yourself," they comment, adding afterwards with a small smile: "But you've been out here, I'm sure you can be careful. It has been good speaking to you, and I... really do hope that there is a change for you in the near future."

".. I'll be fine. I'm a decent enough fighter if someone decides to attack me.. I appreciate the concern, though." One ear flattens, while the other perks up. ".. It's been good speaking to you too, travel safe."

"I will do! Enjoy your silence, or a nap, whatever you choose to investigate next!" Mahi'a says, dipping their head in a small bow of farewell. The blood on the ground is given another look, briefly, though they don't linger and continue to head off.

.. Good bye, Mahi’a.

I pray they leave you be.

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Redeeming Myself

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader

summary: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, chris makes it his mission to prove to you how much you mean to him.

word count: 6.3k

warnings: age gap (reader is 29, chris is 40), angst, reminiscing on past actions, fluff, talks with therapist, chris makes up for bad behavior, slight alcohol consumption, smut, happy endings, rpf !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: the final installment of Pining for Professor. it was only supposed to be a one shot, but i got inspired and expanded it. it took a while cause writers block, but it’s here. for anyone who has read the series, thank you and hope you enjoy ! 💓🥰

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For a month and a half following that afternoon, Chris began to go above and beyond to mend his mistakes in an effort to regain your trust.

He knew that he shouldn’t have been forgiven for the hurtful words he hurled at you, the voice he raised, and his cold demeanor through it all. But you forgave him nonetheless, which he was eternally grateful for.

Chris suspected that his venom-laced words still took a toll on your overall being. He sensed it in the way your usual humming was kept to a minimum, as did your soft caresses to his body. The fun facts that you would randomly blurt out had basically become nonexistent.

You hadn’t tried initiating sex with Chris due to still being affected by his actions, which was understandable to the brunette.

He could tell you were being cautious around him, which broke his heart more than he could’ve imagined.

The two of you never really talked in depth about what happened, deciding to push it under the rug and move past it. But ignoring the elephant in the room could only last for so long.

That morning was no different. He had spent the night at your place and decided to wake up and make you breakfast in an effort to mend the faltering relationship.

You woke up to an empty bed, something that you were used to since Chris had always been an early riser. Getting your morning routine out the way, you made your descent downstairs with the smell of pesto guiding you down the steps.

Walking into the kitchen, you saw the sight of your topless boyfriend, donning only a pair of boxers and an apron. You watched as he studiously focused on the skillet in front of him. His intense focus and the sounds of eggs frying in the pan made him oblivious to your arrival.

It wasn’t until you made your way towards the fridge next to him, that he registered your presence. “Morning princess, you sleep well.”

“Yeah, I slept fine,” your voice still a bit gravely from your slumber. You poured yourself a glass of orange juice, ignoring the intense gaze from Chris in your peripheral vision.

He was so used to having you touch him in the mornings. Not so much in a sexual way, but more intimately. The way your lips would ghost against his shoulder blade, your palms would hold his sides and pull him against you so that way you could bask in his warmth. Your arms would wrap around his front until your fingers absentmindedly toyed with his lower abdomen, playing with the wisps of hair on his happy trail.

He missed when you would move your lips until they met the space behind his ears, giving light open mouth kisses. The sound of you whispering ‘Morning daddy’ would leave him awestruck. Even though the words were a regular occurrence for him to hear, it was the way you would say it in your morning voice that made it ten times more special.

Though those actions might seem minuscule to others, they meant the world to him and it was killing him that he hadn’t been able to experience such tender moments with you in a while.

“I’m making breakfast- pesto eggs and some bacon for you. It’ll be done in a minute.”

You nodded along before heading to the table, phone in hand while catching up on your morning news.

It didn’t take long before a steaming plate was placed in front of you, the scent of garlic and basil already making you salivate.

Chris sat besides you and watched as you dug a fork into your meal, a smile reaching his face as he heard your content moans.

The two of you ate in silence, only the sound of soft chewing and utensils hitting your respective plates could be heard.

Every so often, you would feel Chris peek at you, hoping for you to start up a conversation with him like you always did. It’s not like you didn’t want to, it was just that you were still hurting due to his words. You know from a psychological standpoint that there was something going on inside of him that caused him to lash out, which you understood. But it didn’t aid in diminishing your apprehensiveness towards opening up to him, afraid that another fight would break out and hurtful words would again be hurled.

He could sense the internal struggle battling within you so he spoke up, breaking you out from your subconscious.

“I know I’ve been saying this repeatedly over the past few weeks, but I want you to know how sorry I am,” Chris sympathetically stated, “You didn’t deserve what I put you through, the things I said. I just hope that we're able to someday go back to how we were.”

You sat there staring at the man in front of you. Was there a way that the two of you can revert to what once was? Could you actually forgive him?

Not knowing how to properly respond, you simply nodded. A tight lipped smile was evidence that Chris had a lot of making up to do.

Finishing up breakfast, you excused yourself to your office to go and work on your dissertation, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts.

He knew that he needed to do something big to make up for his actions. He also knew that he needed to figure out why he lashed out on you.

Taking out his phone, he clicked on a saved contact and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear.

“Morning, I’d like to make an appointment as soon as possible. It’s an emergency.”

Chris sat on the plush maroon couch, his eyes getting reacquainted with the familiar setting. The office had a few knick knacks littered around the space. A potted plant here and there. Motivational, yet cheesy posters on the wall. An assortment of magazines on the coffee table.

He hadn’t been here in a while, his usual talks were about his anxiety and dealing with fame. But for this appointment it was about you- specifically how he treated you.

The new topic was foreign to him, resulting in the brunette not knowing how to address it. So he silently sat there as his therapist, Dr. Reynolds, held her pen in her hand and studied his behavior.

“So,” she cautiously started, “What brings you in today?”

Chris sat there twiddling his fingers at her question. There could’ve been a few reasons that brought him in, but the main one was why he said the things he hurled at you.

He proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes recapping the events that had transpired, making sure to not spare any detail. After his spiel, Dr. Reynolds skimmed through her notes that she jotted down during his explanation.

Looking up from her notebook, she locked eyes with the brunette. “Do you think that some of your actions correlate with self-sabotaging behaviors? How, when you opened yourself up to her so suddenly it made you feel scared? Scared that you might need to face those fears that are plaguing you.”

Chris sat there incredulously, “Well- I mean no. I don’t think so.”

The pair talked for over an hour, going over the usual allotted time as they broke down why Chris had acted a certain way.

He realized the anger he felt was a coping mechanism to avoid feeling what he truly felt: fear. Mainly his fear of commitment. Part of him was scared that any future marriage would end up like his parents, in divorce. He feared that you would stop loving him. He feared that he would stop loving you.

And that fear was ultimately pushing you away from him. Which uncovered the biggest fear of all, losing you.

Dr. Reynolds eventually received a knock on her door, indicating a waiting patient, causing their therapy session to be cut and saved for another day.

“Thanks doc, I think I know what I need to do now.”

After some much needed self-reflection made in the meeting with his therapist, Chris knew what he had to do. Leaving the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed his publicist, Megyn.

A few rings later, he went into detail to the blonde about his plan. Not caring about what the press might say, or how his fans might react, he needed to get it done.

She wasn’t too keen on dealing with the impending press that would come from it, but she was happy that he was able to find someone that he truly loved.

He went back to your place that evening with a refreshed mind. The rest of the day went by as usual, you both did your own respective things, the tension still heavy in the air.

As you both started on your own night routine, his main focus was on you. He didn’t even know he stopped brushing and was staring until you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes.

“Earth to Chris, everything alright?” your tone was light and airy, hinted with a bit of joy.

Chris looked at the slight smile on your face and was reminded all over again as to why he fell for you. That smile was something that was so ingrained in his mind that not even old age could make him forget it. It warmed his entire being whenever he was sad and it made him realize he could never take it off your face for the rest of his days.

“Yeah princess,” he whispered, still lost in you, “I’m alright.”

You nodded along to him, though your eyes squinted a bit due to being curious of his change in demeanor. Before he was overly cautious around you, now it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Before you could set your toothbrush down and set out for bed, he stopped you with a hand on your elbow, pulling you into him. Not caring that there were still dribbles of toothpaste in his mouth, he leant down and attached his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft, he was desperate to feel your softness against him though wasn’t trying to rush the act in any way. Moving his hand up, he held onto your cheek in an effort to pull you even closer than you already are.

The smell of your lavender night cream instantly calmed him, making him feel safe in your embrace and absentmindedly smiling into the kiss.

Chris finally pulled away, only slightly, to look down on you with a dopey grin. “God I’m in love with you.”

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile reached your face to match the man across from you.

“I love you too love bug,” you sighed against his lips, “You probably should’ve rinsed your mouth though, I can taste your toothpaste.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Sorry, just got caught up in the moment.”

Chris kept you secured in his arms as he continued to stare down at you. There was something different about him, specifically the way his gaze was directed at you. Though you were not complaining.

“How about we bring back date night? I can cook and we can finally sit and talk to one another like we used to.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pleas. It had been a while since you two sat down and basked in each other’s presence. The thought had you hopeful that things could go back to normal.

“I would love that,” you began, “How about Friday? I have a test for a few of my classes this week so we can do it once I’m all free.”

Chris smiled down at you with eyes evident of his admiration for you, “Friday is perfect.”

The rest of the week went on rather differently than previous ones. Your touches came back to his body, fingertips grazing alongside him whenever he was close. Chris would regularly kiss your cheek or top of your shoulder anytime he had the chance.

You did take notice of him on his phone a lot, part of it filled you with uneasiness but the rational part of your brain told you it wasn’t something to ponder too much over, so you let it go.

Chris had been spending the entire week making sure that his plan was rolling smoothly. He had the entire date night planned to a T. He informed his family about it, who were ecstatic for him, making his own mother tear up due to how happy she was. He made sure to have everything ready at the house so that everything would be successful.

The day of the planned affair, you were stuck in your home office grading the last set of tests before being able to officially clock out for the evening. Inputting the grades into Blackboard, you were brought out of focus due to the sounds of buzzing from your phone. Picking up the device, you unlocked it and saw the incoming text from your boyfriend.

Chris: Baby, I know you’re still probably finishing up, but dinner will be ready at my place at around 7. I put something on your bed for you to wear. See you soon!

The endearing message made you smile and also feel a bit elated. You missed the intimate moments shared between you and Chris. The loving looks sent your way, the delicious food and engaging conversations. But most importantly, you missed the sex. Before, the two of you were like jackrabbits, the longest you both went without getting hot and heavy was about 2 days. Now going on over two months, you were becoming insatiable.

Quickly inputting the final test scores in your online grade book, you got ready for your night in with Chris. Heading up the stairs, you walked into your room to be hit with a bit of nostalgia. Laying on the bed was the same black dress that you wore on your first date with him.

With the amount of dresses you had in your wardrobe, it was a shock that he was able to find the specific one you wore that night. The sentiment warmed your heart and filled you with hope.

Rushing to get ready, you went and got dressed, making sure that you appeared your best before heading out.

It was only a quick drive to his home, before you were sat in his driveway.

Your mind was plagued with worry. You feared that if this night didn’t go well, then it would ultimately mean the end of your relationship with the man. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your nerves before exiting the vehicle and made the trek towards his front door.

Using the house key you still had attached to your own ring set, you unlocked the door and walked in though you didn’t get far when the sight before you made you stop and gasp.

Starting from the front door laid a trail of rose petals leading you through the house. The thoughtful effort made tears begin to form in your eyes and your breath unsteady.

Following the trail, the same smells of vegetables sautéing brought you back to that time over a year ago.

Once you made it inside the kitchen, you saw Chris with an apron adorning his massive frame on top of his suit. Once he took notice of your arrival he turned around and smiled at you. “There you are sweetheart. I was waiting for you to show.”

He turned down the fire before gliding towards you, about to reach down and kiss you when you beat him to it.

Grabbing a hold of either side of his face, you slammed your lips to his; the action surprising you both. You delivered him repeated pecks which caused the brunette to laugh between every one of your kisses.

Getting enough of your intimate fill, you pulled away from him and looked up. “What’s the special occasion? I mean I know it’s date night, but still.”

Chris brought his hands down to rest on the dip of your back before pulling you in closer to him. The action caused your neck to crane up to look directly into his eyes.

“I wanted to make things right with my best girl.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the slight Captain America reference before delivering another kiss, “Thank you, I love it.”

The meal went according to plan, the two of you enjoying the same shrimp scampi dish he made on your first date together.

You were sipping on your glass of wine when you heard Chris speak up.

“Though I’ve said it more times than either of us can count, I need you to know how regretful I am of how I acted.”

You sighed at his words, “Chris, I said it’s-”

“No, it’s not okay (Y/N),” he interrupted you, “It wasn’t okay for me to lash out at you. It wasn’t okay for me to hurt your feelings.”

“Tonight, I tried to recreate our first date together to show you just how much you mean to me.”

Chris had rehearsed what he was planning on saying for the past few days, but here now in this moment he couldn’t remember a single prepared line. So he just decided to follow his heart.

“(Y/N). The day I met you, it was one of the greatest days of my life. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but fate brought us together- well I guess I should say Ma did with her insisting.”

His words caused you to chuckle, “I can see where you got your determination. She really didn’t quit until she finally got us in the same room.”

The memory of Lisa bringing you two together that afternoon warmed both of your hearts.

“That day we met was the day I knew that there was no one else in the world that would matter to me as much as you would. Every single day that I get the pleasure of seeing that look on your face will forever make me the luckiest man on the Earth. So when I hurled those words at you and took that smile away, it made me feel horrendous.”

You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt the warmth of your tears sliding down your cheeks.

Chris reached across the table and curled his fingers around your hand, slightly stroking the back of it with his thumb.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend that I could be. I realized that my own fears of commitment caused me to take out my frustrations out on you, and absentmindedly pushed you away. But I realized that pushing you away was the last thing I ever wanted to happen.”

He felt his heart rate race and his organ beat heavily in his chest, his anxiety slowly rising.

“You are the greatest thing to happen to me. You make the worst days seem minuscule whenever you’re around. I love the way you’re able to always help push me through any obstacle I face, no matter how big or small it may be. The way you easily get along with my crazy family. And I love how you make me feel like I am floating on cloud nine anytime I kiss you.”

Chris felt his hands begin to sweat. One of his hands clasped onto yours, while the other held onto the small box in his left pocket of his slacks.

“A few days ago I had a session with my therapist about you. And during it I realized how much I care about you, and how losing you, even though it was brief, was the worst thing I had ever experienced.”

Slowly standing up on shaky legs, he brought you up with him.

“I had to secretly figure out the right size while you were sleeping the other night,” he began to joke, “You don’t know how hard it was to get the measurement done considering how light of a sleeper you are.”

You felt your heart pound in your chest. You suspected that something was different about his behavior and this evening, and your suspicions were slowly coming to light.

“I can’t ever experience the feeling of not having you by my side again. Waking up to a cold bed and not seeing the way your nose would sometimes crunch up while you're deep in a dream is something I never want to go through again.”

Chris reached into his pocket of his pants and pulled out a cherry red box. The sight of the gold inscription labeling 'Cartier' made your breath catch in your throat and tears fall freely down your face.

The height difference was changed when he steadily dropped down on his left knee, his tear filled blue eyes looking up at you.

“(Y/N), you make me the happiest man in the world. And I know it’s a stereotypical line for me to say, but it’s true. I love how you’re able to bring the best out of me and everyone around you. I love how you love everyone unconditionally. God, I love how fucking breathtaking you are. I am in love with everything about you.”

Letting go of your hand, he held the box in his grasp before cracking it open. The action caused your hands to cover your mouth and you to bend at the knees. With the aid of the lights around the room, it unveiled to you a marquise cut diamond. One either side were two stones. On the left was a pearl, indicating his June birthstone. The other side showed your gemstone, the rocks pairing perfectly with one another.

“So,” Chris began with a shaky breath, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor and make me the luckiest person in the world. Will you marry me?”

Your body shook with sobs as you nodded along to his question.

“Wait, are you saying yes?” Chris asked, excitement evident in his tone. “I don’t know if that’s you nodding yes or no.”

Removing your hands from your face you grasped on to your now fiancé’s, “Yes, I would love to marry you.”

Chris didn’t even get the chance to put the ring on you before raising up and slamming his lips against yours. Both of you tasting the salty tears that expelled from the other.

It was his turn to lay a continuous stream of kisses to your lips. Soft chants of ‘thank you’ leaving his mouth between every one.

Pulling away, he retrieved the ring from its box as you held up your left hand. You watched as he slid the band down your finger until it situated perfectly against the base. A content sigh left the both of you.

Chris brought your hand up and kissed the back of it and then your ring finger before locking eyes with you.

You two stayed like that for a while, your gaze flicking back and forth between each other’s lips until finally you two connected them.

This time, the embrace was intimate, more passion filled. Your hands folded against the nape of his neck, the coolness of the gold band making him smile with contentment.

With his hands holding onto your hips, he guided you back until you were met with resistance from the wall behind you; the sudden force causing you to lightly grunt into his mouth.

Lowering his hands until his palms rested on the back of your thighs, he tapped on your skin, an unspoken request for you to jump. While securing your hold on his neck, you jumped up and rested in his palms. With you in his hands, Chris began to walk the two of you towards his bedroom. Since Dodger was staying at his mom's house, he didn’t bother closing the door, not worrying about any sudden intrusion.

Your mouth was still attached to Chris when he laid you down, you head against the soft pillow on the plush bed. His frame towering over you as he shook off the suit jacket from his body, kicked off his shoes and toed his socks away.

“I love you so much (Y/N),” he swooned through kisses.

“I love you too Chris.”

Untying the front of your wrap dress, the silk material fell to the sides of your body, revealing your figure which was only covered by a thin, lace pair of underwear. The sight of your half naked self made him growl down at you in desire.

Removing his lips from yours, he descended down your body, leaving kisses in his wake.

“You’re all mine.”

His lips kissed around your taut nipple, his tongue poking out to flick at your pert bud.

“Forever and always.”

You felt him leaving traces of wetness from open-mouth kisses on your abdomen.

“The love of my life.”

His fingers dug into the sides of your thong before dragging it down your legs.

“My beautiful fiancé.”

You breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath fan across your exposed cunt. The hot air was a stark contrast to the cool slick of your dripping wetness.

“The future Mrs. Evans.”

And with that, Chris flattened out his tongue before running a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up your wetness until he curled it around your clit. “Oh fuck, Chris.”

How exhausting the sexual hiatus that you experienced with the brunette was evident due to how you were squirming on the bed. Your hands spread throughout the sheets, gripping and tugging in an effort to gain some form of steadiness. Over two months without having him on you had you mewling into the air. “Please baby, don’t stop.”

With his tongue occupied, Chris continued to devour you. His tongue alternated between long drags and quick flicks between your folds. You felt the tip of his tongue prod at your opening in a desperate attempt to taste more of you- to feel more of you.

Removing his mouth, he heard you begin to groan in disappointment before it turned into a moan when he spat on your cunt then suctioned his lips around your clit. With one hand holding your stomach down, he used the other to enter your soaking hole with his index and middle fingers.

Chris was gentle with his digits inside of you, dragging his pads alongside your ways, stroking your contracting walls and feeling every ridge. Once he was knuckle deep, he scissored your cunt, basking in the sounds of your squelching around his fingers paired with your content moans of relief.

He replaced his mouth with his thumb, using the limb to draw slow, tortuous circles on your mound as he watched you fall into the deep recesses of ecstasy.

He observed your neck stretch back, exposing a slightly bulging vein running up the expanse. The way your lips quivered as your moans flew freely out. Your legs began to shake when he hit the spot he was all too familiar with deep in your core.

“Look at me,” Chris demanded, his Boston accent evident in his request, “Need’a watch my pretty girl cum all over my fingers.”

The eye contact with the brunette was intense, more fierce than ever experienced before, but you reveled in every second of it. You noticed how his pupils had become blown out, only showing a small ring of blue surrounding the black.

You tried to keep the gaze locked until you felt your orgasm come full force through your body like a tidal wave. “Christopher!”

Upon hearing your screech of desire and feeling your essence begin to soak his digits, he replaced his thumb back with his mouth, longing to taste every single drop of your sweetness. His fingers continued to pump inside of you, prolonging your release and causing more of your juices to flow into and around his mouth.

Chris finally removed his fingers to drink more of you until you attempted to feebly push his head away, the orgasm causing you to lose most of your strength.

“Sorry princess, you know Daddy just can't get enough of you,” Chris moaned as he licked your essence off his lips.

He rose up your lower half and hovered over you staring down at your exhausted self. You mustered the power to raise your arms and grasp his face in your hands before bringing him down to connect lips once more.

The kisses were lecherous, the both of you yearning to taste every single part of the other. Your tongue was firm against his as he massaged yours while you swallowed each other's moans.

Your body felt on fire with the way his large hands were massaging and caressing every inch of your exposed skin. His fingers digging into your softness and pulling you flush against his frame.

Taking your hands away from his face, you began to unbutton his dress shirt, peeling away the material until it unveiled his tattooed chest. Your fingers tracing the large design on his chest before making its way down to his belt, unbuckling it in the process.

Dragging the leather through the loops and away from his body, you unzipped his trousers before reaching in to palm his obvious erection. The action made the man above you keen against your tongue. “I wanna taste you Chris.”

With your thighs around his hips, you nudged him until your positions were switched. His head against the same pillow, he watched as you tugged down the material on his lower half, leaving the two of you completely bare for one another.

You laid down on your stomach between his legs before grabbing hold onto the base of his cock, drawing a hiss from Chris.

His head craned back at the feel of your wet mouth tonguing his length, the wet muscle licking a stripe from the base to his tip. “Ohh- that's it baby.”

You collected your spit before it dripped from your mouth and on his head, the liquid cascading down the massive length. Using it for your advantage, you began to stroke him while attaching your lips around his tip. Your tongue flicked his slit while drinking up his precum.

“God, I love you so much (Y/N).”

Removing one of your hands, you began to swallow his length, stroking off what you couldn’t take down. His moans and groans only stir you on as you bask in the feel of him throbbing in your mouth. With your free hand, you began to palm at his balls; the action making him grip the sheets as well as tenderly holding the side of your head.

His mouth was parted, showing only his tongue, as he panted out. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me.”

Chris felt his peak slowly approaching, the buildup steadily growing with every swipe of your tongue, suction from your lips and tug at his balls. Though he would’ve loved to release down your throat and watch your mouth milk his balls, he wanted- needed to feel your warmth surrounding him as he coated your walls.

He went to unlatch you from his cock and raise you towards him. “I need to feel you,” he breathed out, “I miss the feel of you around me (Y/N).”

You crawled up his body til you were straddling his hips. Reaching down, you pumped his length a few times before positioning it for entry. The second you began the descent and his head met the resistance from your cunt, you both groaned out.

Chris couldn’t wait any longer so he brought his hands to your hips and fully sank you down on him, sheathing his entire cock inside of you. The action made you lurch forward with your hands planting themselves on his chest in search of stability.

“Oh that’s it princess,” professed Chris, “Missed this tight fucking cunt choking my cock. Missed you so goddamn much.”

With the help of his hands on your hips, you began to slowly work yourself on his dick. Every rise and fall of your hips made you experience the delectable feel of his veined shaft drag against your channel.

“Oh Christopher,” you cooed as you felt him throb inside of you.

“That’s it princess, I’m right here.”

You brought your hands from off of him and covered his large ones. Removing them from your body, you intertwined digits. The new position of your hands allowed the newly added engagement ring to gleam under the light.

If he had a camera, he would’ve wanted to capture the beauty of you in that moment. Every buck of your hips caused your breasts to bounce, the action enticing him even more than already. The sweat that began to form on your body caused your body to shine from the bedroom lights, making your body appear as if it were glowing.

He wanted to frame the glorious sight of you, but he decided to settle with the fact of knowing he would be able to recreate this exact moment for the rest of his life. Recreate with you as husband and wife.

He rose up from the mattress and maneuvered your legs to wrap around his waist before sitting on his haunches. The new position of your naked chest pressed up against his own while he fucked you on his cock was a sort of intimacy that couldn’t be explained.

The closeness of your faces allowed you to feel each other’s breaths warm your features. You could see pupils being blown, feel the sweat dripping off one another, and hear every single sound that escaped the other's mouth.

Attaching his lips to yours, Chris moaned into your mouth. “That’s it baby, cream all around my cock. Milk me til I fill you up with my cum.”

The heels of your feet dug into his lower back and your fingertips gripped onto his neck, leaving scratches in its wake.

You knew for certain that you would have bruises on your waist with the way he had latched onto you, raising you up and down his length.

With every thrust, your sweaty skin slapped together as his balls spanked up against your ass.

“Ahh baby, I- fuck Chris I’m almost there.”

“I know (Y/N), I’m right behind you.”

A few more harsh thrusts as his tip slammed against your g-spot and you were suddenly slammed into the blissful abyss of your orgasm. The tightness of your contracting walls caused Chris to achieve his own release. The shouting sounds of you two reaching your respective peaks echoed throughout the room.

Warmth flooded your body and your cunt as you felt Chris’s cock shoot ribbons of his seed deep into you. He continued to drag you along his length, hoping to prolong the glorious feeling of your pussy throbbing around him.

After the sensation of your peak began to wane, he fell back against the mattress, bringing you down with him.

The two of you laid there in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth radiating off the other.

Chris strokes your back, long traces of his thumb running along your spine as you both regain your breath.

“I’m in love with you (Y/N). So goddamn much.”

Still a little too spent, you nodded while your hands toyed around with his chest.

While you two sat there, a realization popped into the brunette's head, making him begin to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched his ass jiggle with every step out of the room, the sight making you chuckle. When he returned, he held his phone in his hand.

“Seriously Christopher, you wanna make a sex tape right now?”

A boisterous laughter left him at your assumption, “No sweetheart, not that.”

Chris sat back next to you on the bed as he scrolled through his phone gallery. After a few flicks on his thumb, he finally found the photo that you two took on your first date. You were as beautiful as ever, smiling at the camera as he looked in awe at you.

You watched as he loaded up Instagram and clicked on the plus sign to create a new post. “Chris, what are you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

Choosing the desired photo, he went to begin typing out his caption that would unveil you to the world.

chrisevans: A little over a year ago this photo was taken on our first date. I knew from that moment that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, that’s why I eagerly asked you to be mine. (Y/N) you make me the happiest man that I could be. I know this past year and a half has been a tough one, especially with everyone in the world claiming that they were dating me while I kept you in the shadows, but enough is enough. There’s no one else that I would rather be with. There’s no one in this entire world that holds a candle to you. To your beauty, your kindness, your everything. You are the love of my life. As of tonight, my fiancé. And soon to be my wife. I love you more than words can describe princess. (Y/@/N)

Chris finished typing out his message before looking down at you, silently asking for approval. He watched as your index finger raised up and clicked on the share button, indicating the end of your secrecy.

A dopey smile made his face before he looked at you, phone in hand, “Now, about that sex tape.”

You laughed at his joke as he made his way to kiss you once more. The embrace was full of contentment due to knowing that things were back to normal with a growing relationship full of unwavering love, reinstated trust, and pure happiness.

A/N: and that's a wrap folks. thank you to everyone who read this series.

also i would like to say that this is in no way an indication of chris evans personality or character. this is just fiction.

if you enjoyed this, please make sure to reblog and comment. feedback is much appreciated !

* divider credits : @firefly-graphics *

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