#and anyone who tries to tell me that it is all coincidence is lying
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one thing about me is i refuse to believe that the gay subtext in dead poets society was a coincidence. neil perry was always gay and i truly believe that!
#dead poets society#neil perry#like i Know queer teenagers in fandom are so very dedicated to headcanons#but there’s just no way that everything about neil’s character and his relationship with todd all pointed in one direction By Accident#and anyone who tries to tell me that it is all coincidence is lying
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Synopsis: An exploration of why Bucky decided to cut his hair
AN: This has been in my Google Drive for about two years and finally got around/had the motivation to finish this. This piece was technically my first ever piece of fanfiction I ever wrote. My writing mostly pertains to Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick so this was a nice little brain break from that. I thought I'd include the original author's note I put together, having never written fanfiction at the time, just for nostalgic sake and if anyone wants to know just how new to this I was lol. Also this divider is not mine and I was unable to tag the account that made it since it was deleted. This work will be posted on my side blog @sophs-writing-nook.
Original Author’s Note: Hello everyone :) This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit nervous about it. I’ve had this idea since I saw the first promotions for the Falcon and Winter Soldier series and didn't really do anything about it for a variety of reasons. I haven’t seen a lot of fics exploring this concept so I decided to write this on a camping trip in my notes app where I didn’t have reception so I apologize if there is bad grammar, spelling errors, etc. If there happens to be a similarity to another fic, it is purely coincidence and I don’t intend to plagiarize anyone. Please let me know if it does appear I have. I have a lot of respect for fanfic writers and don’t want to disrespect anyone and steal anyone’s work unintentionally.
Warnings: Blood, Trauma (PTSD), sadness with some bittersweet moments sprinkled in, supportive Sam because that’s a warning in itself.
None of these characters are mine. Read at your own discretion.
Bucky had tried finding a routine after coming back: Get up by 7, go on a run make breakfast, try to keep in touch with his friends he had made since coming back, try a new recipe, maybe try online dating, catch up on what he missed the past 70 years, try to forgive himself for all the atrocities he didn't have a choice in committing, make dinner, shower, and sleep by 9.
That's what his therapist, Darlene, told him to do at least.
She wanted him to write in a journal the names of the people and families he wanted to make amends with, things he wanted to explore and try out, and good things he remembered before he was the Winter Soldier.
Darlene had kept encouraging him to keep referring to the Winter Soldier as if he were his own separate person, and not affiliated with James Buchanan Barnes.
It helped a bit with passing the blame, but not by much. He, naturally, chose the last remnant of Steve he had- his journal- to hold these thoughts.
Steve saw the best in him when he couldn't.
He made an effort to try and forgive himself for everything he did, for Steve’s sake.
Why Steve had left him, he didn't fully understand.
It didn't make the "forgiving himself" part any easier.
If his lifelong friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, decided to leave him now in this time of his broken, mutilated life, what did that say about him?
Was he wrong about him?
Did he truly believe he was worth being fixed and forgiven?
There were small moments of hope that he could be fixed, but they were few and far inbetween.
His nightmares had gotten worse.
If Darlene would ask, he’d tell her, “no, they haven't", "they've stopped", or "I haven't had one for a while.” Bullshit excuses that anybody who saw the dark circles under his eyes wouldn't believe. Darlene knew he was lying and would try to reassure him that their space was safe and it would help him to get his nightmares out in the open.
He didn't think so.
This woman didn't know what it was like to have the same horrific scenarios play out in his mind every time he went to sleep.
To see himself killing innocent people like he was in the backseat of his mind.
The blood.
Their faces, some close friends and others strangers.
Their pleas and calls for mercy were what always broke him.
He was forced again and again to witness himself taking their lives and couldn't do anything to stop himself. Forced to use any part of himself for Hydra.
Nothing was spared.
He felt unforgivable, these nightmares were a sign of the Winter Soldier still being in his head, buried and ready if Hydra got their hands on him again.
He was tired of fighting and worrying, only wanting lasting peace and a full night's rest.
He had started renting an apartment in downtown Brooklyn near where his family had lived during the 40's. It was near the church cemetery his mother, father and sister, Rebecca, were buried. They were placed in the row closest to the street behind the church his family frequented during his youth.
His parents had passed from old age when he was imprisoned by Hydra.
A small part of him was thankful for that.
They never had to learn that their son had done such horrible things.
They lived with the good memories of him.
His sister had passed during the time half the population was gone, the Blip people called it, from Alzheimer's. He visited her once before, but she was in the late stages, and was a shell of who he remembered growing up.
His little sister Rebecca, whom he protected, opened jars for, teased, and made sure the boys she liked would be good to her, was now unable to remember him. He was told she passed peacefully in her sleep a few months after he disappeared.
Darlene thought that buying an apartment so close to his family's resting place might be overwhelming for him, but he wanted to be close to them and the memories he had.
The apartment consisted of a basic floor plan; kitchen, bathroom with a shower and bath, living room, bedroom, closet. However, he only used the kitchen, bathroom, and living room.
He didn't have many things when he moved in, and didn't feel he needed all the space allotted to him.
He had invested in a modest tv set, a microwave, blender, and a camping mat, courtesy of Sam's encouragement.
He had tried sleeping on a mattress, but he felt that he was going to sink through into the floor with how soft and marshmallow-like it felt. He always slept on the floor with a few blankets and sheets.
Sam had the same experience when he came back from Afghanistan.
Sam had tried to help him adjust to things since coming back, and had done a lot for him, including to help him find his apartment and encourage him to try new things.
There were times he had trouble getting out of his headspace to return Sam's calls and initiate with his friend. Darlene had been saying that for a person who allegedly had no one left, he seemed to have a safety net in Sam. She pushed him to call someone other than her and initiate with him. It was another case where he felt she didn't fully understand how difficult it was for him to build relationships, and "get his nightmares out in the open" since coming back.
He had gotten home late that night from the store, buying ingredients to make a recipe Darlene recommended: chicken tikka masala, he thought she called it.
He was amazed at the amount of change he had missed, especially from a grocery store. His family would boil everything with what minimal spices were available, other than the usual salt and pepper. He found solace in trying new recipes and exposing himself to the technological wonders of the 21st century, including learning how to use a DVD player and the iPhone he recently bought. He tried online dating but found it was too overwhelming and made him feel like a fish out of water. Asking people on dates and seeking relationships came easily to him when he was younger before the war, but everything felt so different now.
He felt so different and foreign to himself. His arm. His mind. He felt like a shell of the person he was before the Winter Soldier.
His groceries were unloaded into the fridge and he started to prepare his dinner. He placed a bowl on the counter for mixing chicken marinade and marinating the soon to be cooked slices of chicken. The chicken slices were placed into a pan on a low heat to begin cooking. They wouldn't take long since they only had to cook halfway through initially. He gathered the spices for the marinade.
The soft smells of turmeric, ginger, cumin, and garam masala reminded him of the evenings he spent helping his mother cook during the summer. His mother would rummage together some cash every once in a while to buy a few sachets of spices from the local grocery. It was an indulgence she took part in that, compared to now, seemed simple and less of an everyday luxury.
Sure, the spices she would bring home were more mild and less "exotic" than what he had available to him now, but it was the familiar memory of being taught to cook and the soft smells of his mother's cooking.
His conscience told him to use the spices sparingly despite himself being confronted with a substantially sized grocery aisle complete with spices from almost every corner of the world a mere few hours ago.
Maybe it was his upbringing during the Great Depression and watching his parents worry about where the next paycheck would come from.
Or maybe it was his instinct telling him this small semblance of peace he had found in his Brooklyn apartment would be snatched away, and that he needed to savor every new experience in stride.
Because if he let himself enjoy them too much, it would make the snatching that much more painful.
He couldn't decide.
He finished the marinade and would have to wait an hour or two to start the sauce and cook the chicken. He placed it in the fridge and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.
The warm water felt nice on his warped, scarred flesh around his arm on his left side. The area would often become sore and plagued by knots. Sam recommended warm showers, aloe vera, a massage and spa place nearby, and Advil. The thought of people he didn't know touching his scarred flesh made him feel nervous, so the rest of his suggestions were his go to.
His scar tissue and long hair were the last physical mark of Hydra on him.
He was thankful he didn't have to see the red star that had branded him for so many years when he looked in the mirror anymore, since leaving Wakanda.
But there was still his hair.
His hair that had blood, dirt and grime stained into it for his 70 years of service. No matter how many times he showered, he knew the blood would never leave his hair or his hands. His mind would drift through waves of hopelessness in quiet moments like these more often than not.
He dried himself off with a soft towel, changed into a pair of boxers, and began to gingerly apply aloe vera to the junction where his arm met his shoulder. His shoulder was still a bit sensitive after all these years despite the enhanced healing from the serum. Shuri theorized it was because the metal cavity of his arm continuously tore through the underlying tissue. She was able to remove the bits and pieces of metal embedded in his shoulder. His arm was in the healing process, but it would take a while after years of damage even with the serum. After he finished rubbing in the aloe vera, He put on a dark t-shirt and made his way back into the kitchen to finish the sauce.
He carefully prepared the onions, garlic, and spices for the sauce the way his mother taught him to.
He couldn't help but think about how his parents and sister would have loved to have tried this recipe with him.
He could almost hear his mother's voice in his head telling him to "cut the onions a bit smaller" or "don't let the garlic and onions burn in the pan".
Rebecca's eagerness to try the sauce prematurely with a perfected pout and whines of protest when denied so.
His father's quiet yet strong presence at the kitchen table reading the daily paper and soft scolding of his sister.
Steve drawing in his journal at the dinner table on evenings when Sarah Rogers would be working late at the hospital.
The radio softly playing in the background as a soothing ambiance.
The kitchen window opened to let the aroma of the Barnes’ family dinner wander through the back alley of the apartment building, and let in the sounds of the neighbors' soft conversations, clothes oscillating in the wind on the clothes line, and car engines humming as people made their way home at dusk.
All qualities of his family's evening routine and upbringing he longed for, but took for granted in his youth.
The stark smell of overcooked onions brought him back to the task at hand, pulling him from his thoughts but leaving his buildup of emotions he felt were about to rupture. He added the heavy cream, spices, brown sugar, and let them stir with the marinated onions and garlic. He felt tears start to form in his eyes. Letting the sauce thicken, he turned the pan onto a low heat, and added the marinated chicken to finish cooking.
He placed the spatula down on the counter top with a shaky hand, placing his hands on the counter to support himself as he let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that formed in the corners of his eyes.
God, he wished they were here with him. Steve. His mom. His dad. Rebecca.
He wished he had somebody who knew him before the Winter Soldier that could help him to pick up the broken pieces of himself and to become the person he was again.
He wished he could have said goodbye to his parents, Rebecca, and that Steve hadn't left him.
He wished he could've held his parents one last time before they passed, met the man that Rebecca fell in love with and had a family with, and fought harder for Steve to stay with him and help pick up the pieces.
All things that he couldn't do anything about now.
He wiped his tears away and returned to stirring his chicken masala. Thoughts of his family blending with the thoughts of his recipe like the spices and heavy cream in his pan as a cope. Darlene had mentioned that the recipe goes best with garlic buttered rice or naan, so he had bought ingredients for both, but opted for the naan. He turned on the oven, placed some naan from the store on a baking sheet, and into the oven before returning to stirring the contents of the pan.
He remembered Sam wanted to come over and check in on how he was settling into his apartment, sometime the next day. Maybe he would want to try some of his dish.
"Initiate, take small steps to initiate". This counted as initiating, right? He hoped so.
His chicken masala was well blended and deemed done. His naan close behind. He placed a bowl and plate on the counter, served up his recipe and naan, and sat down at his two person dinner table, and prepared to eat. Darlene had told him that making a makeshift taco with the naan tasted good if he opted to not make the garlic butter rice. He took his first bite and let himself experience each incredible flavor.
He would definitely be making this recipe again.
Maybe he could make a batch for Sam.
It would be a small way to return the favor.
He made his way through his dinner, and would start heading to bed soon. It was almost 9 anyway. Shuri told him that consistent good sleep would also help him heal mentally along with his therapy and the treatment she provided.
He made a mental note to try making the garlic butter rice, thank Darlene for the recipe, and ask her if she had any more favorite recipes he should try during his next session.
He brought his dishes to the sink, moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and shed himself of his shirt. Sleeping shirtless was normal for him both during the war and after getting the serum, finding that he would warm up easily and end up tossing and turning in the night.
His escalated body heat helped him to survive the frigid Siberian winters during his imprisonment, but not the mild to warm summer nights in Brooklyn.
Laying on the hardwood floor with the lights out left him with his thoughts. He remembered the nights he and Steve spent laying on couch cushions on the living room floor of his parents apartment.
The nights he and his sister would read The Hobbit under the covers of his bed when they were younger, while their parents thought they were sleeping.
He liked to sleep with the TV on at a low volume and the window opened so he wouldn't be lost in his thoughts for too long.
He didn't have as much trouble falling asleep as before. Darlene told him to take deep breaths while resting his eyes and had gotten better at it since seeing her.
Breathe in for 5 seconds, exhale for 10, and repeat till he felt calm enough to drift to sleep.
He steadily awoke hours later, feeling warm and groggy.
It was quiet.
The TV was off and the window was shut.
He was none the wiser in his hindered state of being as he lifted himself off of the floor and trudged to the bathroom, the soft sound of his bare feet pattering on the wood floor like rain drops on a window, encompassing his apartment in a soft echo.
He turned on the soft bathroom light and twisted the cold faucet on, leaned down and scooped cold water in his hand, and poured it on his face. Supporting himself by his forearms, he closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of cold on his face and cascading down his neck.
The water felt warmer now and had a distinct iron smell to it.
He opened his eyes and was met with his hands drenched in blood. Blood flowing into the sink from the tap.
He slowly turned to meet his reflection. Met with the cold, dark, blank eyes of the Winter Soldier. The blood stained leather vest, black muzzle, and the long brunette hair stained black from blood falling over his face.
He was there with him, as clear as day.
He felt a stark and deep rooted sense of fear awaken and burrow itself in his chest as he quickly retreated from the sink, pressing himself against the opposing wall. Eyes wide and breathing heavy, he felt the walls of the bathroom constricting him.
The Winter Soldier reached out his metal arm, severing the separation between the mirror and his bathroom, and brought it down onto the counter top with a resounding crack, small remnants of the cheap countertop tumbling to the floor. He lunged for the door and twisted the knob but it wouldn't budge. Desperately, he tried to break down the door, knuckles bleeding and eyes teary. He could feel the Winter Soldier getting closer to him and was too terrified to turn back and face him. He broke through the door with a splitting crack, splinters in his hands. Awaiting on the other side was a long dimly lit corridor lined with bars and cold concrete walls.
His heart stopped.
He knew this corridor.
He would always know this corridor.
He didn't want to go forward, but he had no choice. Breaking into a sprint, not looking back and praying he didn't trip over himself, he felt a sudden, strong grip on his leg, pulling him backwards. Landing on the hard concrete with a groan and turning himself to face his captor: Two dark, army clad figures awaited him. He shuffled away from them as fast as he could but couldn't get to his feet fast enough to avoid being dragged to by his feet towards the bathroom. His screams echoing off the walls, and hands burning from friction against the cement floor at his attempts to escape their grasp.
He couldn't believe what was happening, he thought he was free from Hydra.
Free from these corridors.
Free from the chair.
He felt his nails fruitlessly catching on the small ridges of the cement floor as he was mercilessly dragged. The hallway enclosed in darkness behind him and the bathroom light ahead of him, serving as a beacon of pain and suffering.
He was left on the bathroom floor, shaking and crying, accentuated by the sound of the slamming of a steel door. His teary eyes searched for the figures but found none. Instead, his eyes landed on the dull gleam of the worn metal frame in his bathtub, tinged with small droplets of blood, smoothed down edges, and strained leather straps.
If he wasn't sobbing before, he was now. He felt so trapped, his heart beating out of his chest; his lungs made of tin, unable to expand.
His shaking frame was folded on the floor by the bathroom door. A few moments of silence flooded by the drops of his sink tap and his attempts to catch his breath.
Abruptly, a handful of his hair was grabbed, his body dragged to the chair as he let out seethes of pain and cries.
He was held down in the chair as he was strapped in by faceless, dark army figures. Soft whispers and murmurs of pleas for mercy and forgiveness settled around him, originating from every vent and faucet in his bathroom, nestled their way to his ears.
They grew louder and droned out the sound of leather going through buckles and the mechanical "wrrrrr" of the head plates assembling towards the top of the chair.
He struggled and screamed, but it was no use.
Trapped in the chair, no chance of escape; Limited by his mind and not his body.
He anxiously waited and dreaded for the excruciating pain of electricity to course through his body, to hear the words Hydra spent so much time and care to drill into his mind.
But both never came.
He awoke with a startle, eyes wide, body and blanket soaked with sweat, lungs gasping for breath.
His window open, letting in his neighbors everyday routine squeeze into his apartment.
The TV on a low volume, playing auctions for nic-nacs and heirlooms people didn't find use for. All drowned out by his racing thoughts and attempts at breathing.
The blanket pooled around his waist as he shifted to lean against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his breathing.
He needed his hair gone.
Like a wounded animal, he made his way to the bathroom with shaky breaths and uneasy strides. He flipped the bathroom light on, feverishly opening and closing drawers to find what he needed most.
A pair of scissors.
A raspy sigh left his lips as his hands met the plastic frame of the twin bladed tool.
His eyes shifted from his reflection to his hold on the scissors.
Carefully, he brought his metal hand to his hair, extending one of his many locks of hair.
His eyes drifted from the lock of hair to the metal blades that almost fully encased it.
Snip.
He watched as the lock frayed till it was severed completely, feeling the freed lock in his hand and watching it fall to the counter.
A sigh of relief left his lips as tears pricked his eyes as he met his reflection in the mirror.
Snip.
Snip.
Snip.
His tears were flowing fully down his cheeks as almost the entirety of his left side was covered in frayed, unevenly cut hair.
He gingerly ran his flesh hand along his head, relishing in the short tufts of hair, and began repeating the same frenzied cutting on the other side of his head, and towards the back
If the tears weren’t flowing before, they were now.
He placed the scissors onto the hair ridden counter with a clang, keeping his relieved gaze on himself, feeling his chest wrack with sobs, body slowly crumbling against the sink and to the floor.
He had never felt such relief in his life.
His hands ran over the chopped hair, savoring the uneven patched of hair, his head laying back to rest against the wood cabinet below his sink, eyes fluttering shut.
Muffled knocks softly rose his mind from the depths of sleep.
He let his eyes adjust to the bathroom light, feeling his neck ache from how he slept against the drawers of the cabinet.
Sam.
He rose up to his feet with a groan, trudging to his front door.
His front door opened with a click.
“Hey, man-woah.”
He rose his eyes to meet Sam’s wide ones, giving him a small smile, “Hi, Sam.”
Sam swallowed.
“Late night hack job, huh?”
He gave Sam a tight-lipped smile, nodding.
Sam’s lip quirked.
“I, um, I made something for you if you’d like to try it.”
Sam watched as he rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh hand.
He moved from the door, leaving it open for Sam to come in.
Sam carefully stepped into his apartment, taking in the rumple of blankets on the livingroom floor.
“It’s chicken tikka masala, my therapist recommended it.”
Sam took the plastic container he held out for him.
“Thanks for this…We should go get you a haircut. You can’t be walking around Brooklyn looking like you had a blender cut your hair.”
His lip quirked, nodding.
After a few minutes, he met him back at the front door in jeans, a t-shirt, and his bomber jacket, and glove.
“Ready to go?”
He wordlessly nodded, closing, and locking the door behind them.
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“Alright, what do you think?”
The hairdresser adjusted his chair so he could see himself fully in the mirror.
He could feel his eyes glaze over.
His previously poorly chopped locks were no where to be found, replaced by almost buzzed cut hair with a bit of length towards the top. Barely enough for anyone to get a good grip in.
“It’s perfect, thank you Melissa,” he muttered to the woman that gave him a kind smile in return.
He tried to hand the man at the cashier station some cash, but Sam interjected with his card.
He looked at Sam with slight bewilderment.
“You’ll cover me next time.”
His lip quirked, as Sam nudged his shoulder as they made their way to the exit.
He stopped in front of a window for a store on the way back to his apartment, seeing his reflection in the storefront.
And for once, he didn’t have a deeprooted distaste or fear of what he saw.
It almost made him cry.
He needed this.
His long hair gone. The last remnant of his time in Siberia, of the shackles that held his mind down under water like an anchor, gone.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
Sam stopped a few paces ahead of him.
“You wanna stop in?”
Sam’s voice broke him from his trance.
He gave Sam a small smile.
“No, just taking it all in.”
Sam gave him a comforting smile as he caught up with him.
They continued on to his apartment to give Sam some of his chicken tikka masala, running his hand through his hair periodically with a smile on his face.
#bucky barnes#marvel mcu#bucky barnes angst#sam wilson#winter soldier#mcu fanfiction#mcu#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes
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Mag 13
Can't believe we've hit lucky number 13, the Halloween episode and our first live statement all in one! Time for some for high-quality, thoughtful commentary :)
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID
The moment Jon has another person in the room with him his veneer professionalism instantly vanishes. 'We don't have to believe you. Don't like it? Leave.'
He definitely knows there's something up with the tapes by now, which makes sense if we are going by the idea that approximately 1 in 10 statements are real, he should have read over a hundred fake ones by now.
This is his first live statement, so starting tonight he's going to be seeing Naomi in his nightmares ever single time he goes to sleep. I wonder how long it's going to take him to accept that those are real as well.
He's so fucking callous and blunt to this desperate grief-stricken woman. Reminder that this is the first time we ever see Jon talk to another human being.
He tries to leave! See ya, I'm out!! Too fucking awkward!!!
Yeah this is a massive mood because what sane person would want to stick around and watch while a stranger monologues at length about their trauma, but obviously it's super ironic considering how Jon eventually comes to crave the live statements. Love that this is his instinctive reaction.
Unlucky that his first genuine statement-giver is a survivor of the Lonely. How much longer might he have avoided the nightmares of Naomi had a statement about any other Entity? I wonder if anyone else could have had a hand in her being his first?
Yeah, despite my automatonophobia, stuff like this is exactly why I would probably get consumed by the Lonely. Lived alone ever since I moved out of home, no long-term romantic relationships, deeply loathe all mandatory workplace bonding, have to work really hard to maintain friendships because social interaction is so exhausting, perfectly happy with that state of affairs and have no intention to ever change... yeah I'll be breathing fog before it even occurs to me to be afraid of it.
You could argue that this is an indication that this guy knows about the Lonely, but idk this is the kind of crap that people say all the time.
I don't feel like I've ever had a good read on Evan's deal. For a while I figured he was lying about everything to basically seduce Naomi, because he can tell she's already deeply marked by the Lonely. There's a line later in the series about how none of the Lukas' ever have trouble finding creepy, lonely people to hook up and breed with and I figured that's what was happening here. But I guess I've landed on the explanation offered by the episode, that Evan simply didn't vibe with the Lonely and so he left his family, made friends, fell in love and then died.
And he died because the Lonely killed him, right? Or at least, his refusal to serve the Lonely killed him?
It's just way too much of a coincidence that the guy who ran away from his Lonely family died after only a few years, and he died of a broken heart, which he inherited from his family.
There's a really cool idea here which I wish more Lonelyeyes fics would play with.
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Unexpected proof
Aaaand another Murderdock story, because even if I’m in love with Pedro Pascal lately, I don’t forget Matt.
(also I wrote this before the recent events in the US, so me talking about a certain subject in this story is a pure and sad coincidence)
Were Y/N and Matt in love ?
Uh.
No.
Certainly not.
It didn't seem possible for Matt Murdock to feel things, at least not that kind of things, and Y/N didn't quite know what to think of him most of the time.
There were still times when she found him charming, and he had to find a use for her, otherwise they wouldn't have been together so often, whether it was to chat, eat, or fuck.
Well, if she was totally honest, Y/N would admit that most of the time she liked Matt, despite his flaws. His many flaws. And his criminal activities.
She tried not to think about it when he pinned her against a wall, biting her neck, purring like a cat marking his territory by unbuttoning her shirt before carrying her to the bedroom. But Y/N knew who he was.
The Devil. The Kingpin. The Western Sun of the Hand.
Strangely, Matt had certainly confided information to her, while they were exhausted, one against the other in bed. At first she had wondered if he was making fun of her, if he was lying.
Then she had thought it was a test, before wondering if he wanted to show her that he trusted her, telling her all his secrets, his past, his abilities, his employers.
Then Y/N realized that Matt didn't consider her a threat, that no one would believe her if she said a blind lawyer was the most dangerous man in New York, and that he could kill her in seconds. if she tried anything against him.
Without her asking for anything, in addition to their regular hugs, he helped her with her work as a journalist, concerning people other than him, and she offered him information on the enemies of the Hand.
It wasn't right, but life was hard, and Y/N wasn't a hero.
Despite that, there were times when Matt seemed to really care about her. To like her.
He gave her gifts for no reason. He invited her to a restaurant, he asked his men to drive her to her place, he made sure that she lacked nothing if she was sick, he sent her flowers for her birthday.
There were also the many nicknames. Matt gave nicknames to everyone, but quickly Y/N realized that hers were unique, and said with a smile and a different tone. Less wrong. Less condescending.
"You are in a good mood today, sweetheart."
"How can you know that ?" she asked trying to hide her smile, even though he couldn't see it.
"Your heart is beating terribly fast. You're excited. There's something else, but I'm not sure what it is yet."
"Something else ?"
"Hmm. Forget that. Keep being horny, even if we're just going to your office and I don't have time to crawl under your desk, I'm expected in court."
"Matt, what do you mean, something else ?"
"I'm not sure." he muttered, grimacing. "Don't panic, darling, I'm sure it's nothing."
It certainly wasn't nothing, but he didn't seem to know what it was, otherwise he would have said it, or he would have been mischievous. Murdock didn't like not knowing.
Neither did Y/N.
After he kissed her hand and wished her a good day, she thought about nothing else for hours. Then, because of the stress, she went in the restroom to vomit.
In the evening, she threw up again. It took her a little longer to realize that she was late.
The next day, after three tests, she knew what Matt had heard, even if he didn't understand what that other thing was.
A terrible thing. Which didn't excite her at all and didn't make her happy.
She was pregnant.
With Matt.
Matt Murdock, the Kingpin, the assassin, a man who didn't like him, who didn't like anyone, and who worked with men even more dangerous and cruel than him.
Y/N couldn't guess at all how he would react. How the Hand would react. She knew what they had done to Matt when he was still a child, so they might hurt this baby.
The simplest solution was abortion. There was a chance that he would find out, Matt always ended up knowing everything, but since the problem would have already been solved, maybe he wouldn't even talk about it.
But maybe he would be furious. Maybe he would have liked to have this child. He wouldn't want to see Y/N again, in case it happened again. Maybe he would punish her.
Whatever happened, there was a chance that it would end pretty badly.
Especially since... Y/N didn't want to have an abortion. Being a mother had never really been one of her priorities but now that it was happening to her, that there was a little being in her, that she had made with Matt, she had the mad desire to keep it, even if she knew that was a terrible idea.
The Hand was everywhere. It would be hard to run and hide.
Matt was everywhere too. He heard and smelt everything. He would seek her out, not because he would worry or miss her, but to understand why she was gone.
He was really like a cat, curious and possessive in nature. Having fun with his prey, before killing them.
It wasn't easy, but Y/N decided to take the risk, she took some important things, some money, she went to work as if everything was normal, she texted Matt to say that she wouldn't couldn't see him until the evening, she left her phone in her office and instead of going to lunch she jumped on a bus to escape the city, not really knowing where to go.
Maybe he wasn't as good as she thought, maybe he had more pressing things to take care of, or maybe she wasn't as important as she would have thought, but Y/N managed to elude Murdock until their son Jonathan, Jack, was born, and again for several more months.
Stress wasn't good for the baby, but she didn't know if sadness and anger were better.
Deep down, Y/N had a little hope that Matt would look for her. Not because she knew things about him, she wasn't a threat, but because he kinda liked her. Because he missed her, a little.
She missed him, a lot. She loved him, more than she should.
It had been foolish to hope, and it was probably a good thing he wasn't looking for her and the child.
Yet she knew never to underestimate Matt Murdock. People always made that mistake, even when they knew who he was and what he was capable of.
Even without having extraordinary abilities, Y/N immediately knew something was wrong when she finished showering. Without thinking, she wrapped herself in a towel and ran to her room.
Matt was near Jack's crib. A hand placed near the child, who was watching his father with bright eyes, waving his small arms, asking to be embraced. He couldn't see it, but Matt's full attention was also on the baby.
"... He's mine. That's why you left."
It was not a question. Of course he knew Jack was his son, he had to feel it, one way or another.
Slowly, not paying attention to Y/N when she jumped in fear at what he was about to do, Murdock lifted the child up against his chest, cradling him lightly.
"Don't hurt him, please." she begged him.
"That's a strange idea. Why would I hurt him ?"
"Why would anyone train a kid to become a living weapon ?"
"I see. What's his name ?"
"... Jonathan."
Matt repeated his son's name, pressing his nose to the baby's forehead to sniff him, continuing to rock him tenderly. If he meant to hurt Jack, he didn't show it.
After a long time, he finally turned to Y/N and approached her. He must have heard her heart beating frantically in her chest with fear. If she had tried to run away, he would have caught up with her without any difficulty.
But he was holding the baby, so she wasn't going anywhere.
"We're going home." he said, stopping in front of her, looking very serious.
"... Home ?"
"Yes, darling. Home."
"But... The Hand..."
Holding their son tightly against him, Matt ran a hand over her cheek, before kissing her. He had never kissed her before. Too intimate. Too meaningful.
Proscribed.
That didn't mean he never wanted to.
That meant that kiss meant something. Maybe everything he had done before meant something.
"If they touch you, or him..." he growled dangerously. "I will kill them all."
Since it was impossible to deny Matt anything anyway, Y/N followed him to a private jet that took them back to New York. Throughout the journey, he kept Jack in his arms, holding her firmly by the hand, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let her go.
Seeing him return with Y/N and a baby, none of his employees said anything, bowing respectfully to their master.
There was a phone call. Matt picked up, speaking calmly but quickly in Japanese. He didn't throw his cell phone against the wall as he hung up, which seemed like a good sign.
Then he summoned Otomo, his faithful right-hand man.
"I need things. For the child."
"Things, Master Murdock ?" Otomo asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, things. Necessary things for a child. Find this, empty one of the rooms and make it his bedroom. Now."
"Yes, Master Murdock." said the ninja before greeting him and leaving.
"... And me ?" Y/N asked shyly, suddenly wondering if he was going to kill her now that he had his son, and therefore didn't need to buy anything for her.
"Your things are in my room. I kept them after you left in a hurry."
"... Really ?"
Matt didn't answer. For a moment, a small sad pout appeared on his face, before disappearing behind his mask of coldness. But Y/N knew him now. He was upset. Hurt.
Of course he had kept her things.
Of course he cared about her.
Maybe they had always been in love after all, but she had been too stupid to see it, and he had been too complicated to show it.
But they had their son now, proof of their feelings, and seeing the three of them together, no one could doubt it. It was not a weakness however or a way to get to Murdock. The people who tried to use that against Matt quickly understood that.
They were his, his territory, his family, and like the big cat he was, he would protect them at all cost.
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Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 12
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To say the battles for Anaxes had been a losing effort would be an understatement. No matter what they did, every plan, every out-of-the-ordinary tactic, Admiral Trench always seemed to have the upper hand, always seemed to have a response ready, and always seemed to be prepared for every scenario. Despite the vast knowledge the three generals had and the experience their troopers had, they still seemed to be on the losing end. As if the Admiral had a secret weapon he was deploying against them. Rex and Cody had come up with a possible answer, but neither was sure it was the right one. Just as the Captain of the 501st, was yet to share a theory that had been plaguing his thoughts since arriving on Anaxes rotations prior.
(Y/N) had been distracted, to say the least. If she wasn't tending to the troopers injured in the never-ending battles for the planet, then she was focusing on clearing Fives' name. The self-given mission, seemingly became an obsession, to the point she barely focused on anything else outside of work. Although she had been thankful to finally be away from Octavius, at least for the time being. Even more so when things had gotten even more unbearable with Isolde now gaining employment within the GAR. Although her specific role wasn't known to Snap.
"Something bothering you Rex?" asked (Y/N), noticing Rex was hovering near the entrance to her specific wing of the medbay. At first, she thought it was just a coincidence, Kix's wing was across from hers. But soon thought otherwise upon noticing Rex would appear when Kix wasn't there. "You keep coming to visit but never seem to get passed the threshold" commented the civvi medic, a friendly smile upon her lips, but just like every other time it didn't reach her eyes. Anyone who knew Snap knew the war had taken its toll on her, although she tried so hard not to show it.
"Just wanted to check up on you" lied Rex, his honey eyes shining with innocence, as he reached to rub the back of his neck out of nerves. What was worse for the captain of the 501st, was he knew (Y/N) knew he was lying, yet she didn't voice it, instead she offered a simple nod, as she patiently waited for him to find the courage to tell her the truth. "I have a theory about Admiral Trench, but I don't think the General's will take it seriously" started the great Captain, knowing if anyone was going to take his words seriously, it was (Y/N), despite her brokenness she still helped those who needed it and offered her advice when asked.
"You've piqued my interest" admitted (Y/N), moving from behind her desk, stepping closer to the man she trusted with her life. With a sigh, and a mental talking to, Rex directed Snap to take a seat at the end of one of the examination tables, ensuring she was prepared for what he was about to share with her. The theory he'd yet to gain the confidence to share with anyone else.
"ithinkechoisalive" stated Rex, his words jumbling together becoming a mumbled mess of an intelligible language. Swiping a hand through his buzzed blonde hair, Rex tried to find his bearings again, being surprised when (Y/N) gently took hold of his hand, as if to soothe his racing mind and reassure him, she wouldn't judge him for his theory, no matter how out there it was. "I think Echo is alive" repeated the great Captain, watching as (Y/N)'s eyes widened, as the words he shared with her sunk in. "The clankers are using my tactics, the plans they're using were known only to one other person. They were the ones I made with Echo" explained Rex, placing a hand on Snap's shoulder when she began to stare into space.
"After all this time" whispered (Y/N), tears stinging the corner of her eyes. "Does anyone else know?" asked Snap, turning her attention to her close friend mere seconds later. Looking into his honey eyes, as if trying to determine if this was a beautiful dream or the cold reality both lived. Rex could only shake his head in response, displaying his trust in her.
"I have a meeting with the generals this afternoon. Cody will be there too. I'm debating whether to tell them then" admitted Rex, although he strongly suspect neither of the Generals would believe him, at least not without some sort of evidence. "How's your search going?" asked Rex in an attempt to change the subject and settle his own curiosity. He knew Wolffe was somehow involved in her research, the battle-worn commander had agreed to something the last time they shared the same battlefield. Although neither had mentioned what it was. Nor had Snap shared her research with anyone else, even when Kix was seemingly on the same path as her.
"He was right about something Rex. I just don't know which bit" admitted (Y/N), like Rex, she figured none of the Jedi Generals would believe her, they had ignored Fives' and there was no doubt the majority would ignore her too. Although Wolffe had convinced her to inform his own Jedi General of the findings, reassure her he would hear her out and keep an open mind.
"Maybe we can figure it out together" offered the great captain, turning upon hearing the door to the medbay slide open. Cody entered the moment the gap was wide enough. "Time for the meeting," asked Rex, seemingly surprised time had flown by, the last he checked he had hours to wait. He soon figured he'd been hovering outside the medbay, far longer than he initially thought.
"Hey, Snap" greeted Cody, as if he was greeting a younger sibling rather than a friend. At the same time, he nodded to Rex's question. "The boys miss you, lost count how many times one of them announced they were transferring to the 501st" joked the Commander of the 212th, not failing in bringing a small smile to (Y/N)'s lips, taking notice of how her smile seemed a little brighter this time. He soon made a mental note to question Rex, suspecting the captain had something to do with it. "The generals are expecting us. Windu doesn't seem too pleased with the latest loss. The 187th took a beating" voiced Cody, revealing the latest loss had been delivered to the most experienced Jedi General on base.
"Follow your gut when it comes to your theory Rex. From experience, you're normally right when you listen to it" advised Snap, giving Rex a gentle pat on the shoulder before hugging both men and sending them on their way. Cody sent Rex a look of confusion, but suspecting he'd be clued in soon enough. Plus Snap was right. When Rex listened to his gut, he was never wrong. A trait that all battle warn troopers seemed to possess. A trait that only grew stronger the longer the war stretched on. Cody could only grin though, if the mission he had in mind was approved, the unorthodox commando unit would be called in. The small group that had taken a liking to Snap, like many clones before them had.
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#echo x medic reader#forgive me (echo x medic reader)#part 12#commander cody#captain rex#anaxes#fem! medic reader#medic reader#clone wars season 7#cross posted on AO3#cross posted on wattpad#cross posted on quotev#i promise echo will return#battle of anaxes
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This violates Rule 3 Blog Guidelines! Please, do not send more than one entery of the same kind. I can tell this is the same person, I will assume the best that you didn’t know the first already was sent through.
I highly doubt it’s a ‘coincidence’ so I do have to scold a litte!
But only a wittle bit~
Cause
PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN, REPEAT, NO MORE PROMPTS ARE NECESSARY TO BE DEPLOYED, SIR OR MA’AM OR THEM! I will get as many out as I have time and can ^^ Thank you for your patience~
Prompt:
Rosy stood on a rock and gave wild gestures and theatrical retellings of her adventures with Sonic, chasing after the famous blue hero who was the talk of the town, excited to share what she had experienced.
“And then-!” she jumped up and wobbled a bit on the rock but caught her balance expertly, doing a small ballerina spin into a dip, lifting a leg up, “He caught me from Metal Sonic’s ropes being ripped apart by his super manly and healthy sharp spines! I was spindashed to safety and that’s my story!” She jumped up and spread her arms out wide, “Sonic had to dodge a bunch of falling flooring and ran down the long, huuuugeeee chainlink with me clinging in his arms!”
Some children were sitting quietly in awe, leaning forward at her every word of Sonic’s heroism and awesome feats of speed, but three in the back--admittably much older than the youngsters so enthralled by her story--smirked and rolled their eyes at her, folding their arms.
“A bunch of rubbish a silly little girl made up to feel special!” one boy, standing among the three in the front, walked through the crowd of kids to kick one over so he could approach her ‘soapbox’ rock. “Let me ask you this... how’d you even FIND Sonic The Hedgehog?” He rose an eyebrow, and Rosy knew exactly what snare he was trying to set up for her.
“He... I... Umm...” She wringed her little skirt... “I... I was playing with my cards, and umm...”
“Playing?” The boy laughed, then pointed directly into her face, almost making her fall off the rock she was on. “Witchcraft!”
She stumbled a bit before regaining her balance, but he held his finger in a ‘paused-flick’ motion, “You’re nothing but a freaky fangirl who daydreams! You made the whole thing up, Witch!” he flicked her nose and the gang laughed as she tumbled off the rock and fell down on her side, squinting her eyes at the pain of being pushed around.
The kids gasped, getting up as one tried to hold the other, older boy’s arm back, “Stop it, she’s not harming anyone!”
He pushed the little girl off of him, “Heh, not yet! But if she keeps up those ‘card readings’ she’s sure to cause trouble!” he nonchalantly walked over and picked Rosy up, as she kicked and squrimed, grabbing his wrists with both her hands.
“L-Let me go! I’m telling the TRUTH!” she tried to kick at him and spread her legs to try and make herself heavier, but to no avail.
“Would you quit the lying and decieving?” He shook her up a bit, and she pulled her limps in tightly, afraid of what he might do... “Get it through your thick, pretty little skull, Hedgehog! You’re NOTHING. You’ll always be nothing, and no one’s gonna care about a sorry little freak that plays with magic like you!”
Her face shook as her lips trembled.
She wanted to say something... but being bullied about her ‘fake tarot card readings’ and being called a ‘witch’ really got to her this time.
Normally, she would let it roll off her shoulders like rain, letting it pelt all it wanted, and ignoring the rainy days...
But this time...
He was spitting these words right in her face, and yelling so loudly that it rippled through her whole body... this was true fear...
“I’m...” she couldn’t look him in the eye anymore, “I’m not-AHh!” she dropped from his grasp and landed on the dirt, coughing as dirt had gotten up her little nose...
“You are.” he stated, smirking down at her as he loomed over her tiny body, “And you always will be... Better start learning your place and give up on these ridiculous stunts for attention. No one likes your stories, anyway!” he kicked her back and she skid a bit on the ground, not rolling, but squinted an eye as she got back up.
“Better stay down, if I were you.” A boy to the left of the main bully stated, as they turned to walk away.
Rosy, with her arms trembling under her... lifted herself up, gritting her teeth... “... No.”
The boys all stopped, “She didn’t just say that.” The main boy turned back to face her, narrowing his eyes. “I know you didn’t just say that.”
“... I’m not lying...” She put one shaky, brave hand on her knee, then pushed off to wobble and stand up... her fists at her sides. “I did have an adventure with Sonic The Hedgehog... and I did read that I’d find him where I said I did... Nothing you do or say... nothing you threaten or tell me you’ll do... no amount of pushing me around or hurting others is gonna change that truth!” she faced him with tears not daring to fall at her eyes, showing true strength of courage, spirit, and character. “I know what I lived through and saw!” she cried back to him. “And I know you’re just jealous cause I’m gonna be Sonic The Hedgehog’s girlfriend!”
The boys all froze a moment... looking confused.
Then they burst out laughing, as Rosy held her head back, not realizing why they weren’t mad or retaliating.
“It’s just so sad!” The older boy clutched his stomach, “You really are delusional!”
“She’s pipin’ mad!” the other boy stated, as the one on his right snickered into his hand.
“She’s gone too deep in her fantasies..!”
Rosy’s anger... was only rising...
She shook her fists by her sides... her face turning red.
“Ahhh~ There’s no saving a freak like you, kid.” The leader wiped a tear from his side, then disregarded her with a wave of his hand, “The sad fact is... you’ll be alone and unloved the rest of your days... and there is never gonna be a hero to save you from that fate. It’s the hard, cold truth that you keep psyching yourself out of. You’re just like us, abandoned, forgotten, and left to fiend for ourselves... There are no heroes, princess...” he looked her dead in the eye, “And there never will be... especially for the likes of you, Witch!” he picked up a rock, and throwing his leg up, did a baseball-player’s like stunt to throw the rock at her face.
Her eyes honed in on the moving rock, widening her eyes and shrinking her pupils... There are heroes in this world... And she did meet her favorite one...
That hope of being next to him again... strong enough to stand by his side... it was beginning to diminish in her heart as she felt that when that rock hit her... it may take away all her precious memories of Sonic The Hedgehog and her’s adventure together...
But then she saw it.
A flash of blue.
A blur of light.
“Woah, throwing rocks at little girls now, are we?”
Her small whine cascaded like sparkling dewdrops falling off a leaf from a heavy downpour. “Sonic..?” She whined out, her heart beating once more as though new strength and life had been transferred to it.
Sonic tossed the rock up and down in his hand, carefree with a confident smile on his face.
“It can’t be...” The leader fell back, landing on his bum. “It’s impossible..!” he whimpered out, his own eyes and lips trembling now.
The little kids, who were bundled together at the orphanage, suddenly rose their heads in amazement, “It’s him!” one cried out, “It’s Sonic The Hedgehog..!”
Sonic caught the rock he had thrown up repeatedly and smirked, “That’s right. I always appear when there’s a bully afoot.”
The other two boys on either side of the older boy suddenly started to back up. “W-what do we do, now..?” One asked, but the middle boy just lowered his trembling head... then, hit the ground.
“WHERE WERE YOU!?”
Sonic lost his smile, “Hmm...” he stood at a heroic angle to the boy... not fully facing him just yet.
“Where were you when I needed you, huh!? When those robots took my mother away... when my father lay in the mud motionless..!” He then rose up, charging to Sonic. “THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS HEROES!!!”
Before he could throw a punch, Sonic jumped up and flipped over him, kicking him in the back of the head.
He fell and skid by Rosy’s feet.
Sonic landed, turning around and looking like he was going to finish this fight... the boy barely able to move when Rosy put a compassionate hand on his head lightly, and leaned over him to hold up a merciful other hand to stop Sonic from advancing. “Stop!” she declared.
Sonic paused, blinking his eyes at her command. “H-huh..?” He then folded his arms, “Wasn’t he bullying you just a moment ago? Calling you a liar, Amy?”
Everyone muttered to themselves, they hadn’t heard her real name in a while... But If Sonic knew it, it must mean they’re friends!
“H... He knew her real name..!” the other boy on the right was panicking, realizing that this guy could really beat them up! “Let’s bounce!”
“Neither of you two move.” Sonic looked over his shoulder, “Amy hasn’t finisned telling you our story yet.” his stare was one not to be trifled with... and they immedately fell to their knees in obidence, shaking at his presence.
He turned his attention back to Rosy, unparting his arms and gesturing one towards her while he spoke, “What gives? Aren’t you mad at him? Scared, even?”
“He’s just sad... is all.” Rosy’s words made Sonic’s head lean back.
Before this time, Sonic had been all justice. He’d never hold back his punches or swings at robots... but Amy... was reminding him that this was a person, and not some stonecold, unfeeling machine.
“... Hmm.” He closed his eyes, “Well... I can’t do anything about that... but he better start finding another way to deal with his sorrows... before his anger gets the better of him.”
The older boy peeked up an eye at Rosy above him, “W... Why would... you spare me like this?” he asked. “I... I hurt you... and called you names.”
She smiled sweetly, looking down at him and rubbing his head with strokes of forgiveness, “Are you okay? You look a little frazzled... Don’t worry, we’ll get you some help. Just rest, okay?”
His eyes widened.
Sonic’s smile grew and he tilted his head, admiring his friend’s true strength... the strength... of her heart.
He put a hand to his hip, “That’s my friend, Amy, for ya.” he looked to the younger kids, and then grinned, “She’s unpredictable... and full of trouble, isn’t she?” He beamed a reassuring grin and the kids all cheered and ran to him.
“Wha-ha-hey!” he looked as though he was ‘drowning’ in the crowd and zipped quickly up to the rock she was once on, and with his hands on his hips and leaning down to them, looked like he was scolding them a bit. “Now, now, how is this the proper way to treat somebody? AHH!!!” he was swarmed again and they dogpiled him down from the rock, all clammering to get an autograph or play with the famous, heroic boy.
The older boy got up and rubbed his head, looking ashamed, “I’m sorry, Wit-I-I mean-!... Rosy... Sorry.” He looked down and she smiled, patting his head.
“There, there! At least now you know there are heroes in this world, right?” She gave him a smile before frowning... tearing up... and then a huge hug. “I’m sorry about your family... But-!” she looked up at him, filling him with hope in her sparkling emerald eyes, “Sonic’s gonna take on that mean, old Eggman that hurt our families! He’s gonna make sure he goes away and never comes back! No one’s gonna be robotizied anymore!”
He did believe in heroes now...
He believed in her.
“Thank you.” he stated, as Sonic kept trying to push off the kids, “H-hey! Amy! Ahh! Call off the hounds-OFFPH!” he was shoved under the crowd and continued to be loved and admired on,... such was the life of a hero...
He crawled under the crowd and then sighed, feeling at last free, before zipping up to Amy at lightning speeds, taking her wrist, “Come on, this scene blows.” he smiled, showing her he just wanted to take her away.
She nodded, blushing, “Em!” she agreed, and he pulled her up to him--bridal style.
“Later, kiddos!” he winked his infamous, signature look to the crowd of kids.
“Aww, don’t leave yet!” the little girl from before put her hands together, “What about Miss Rosy’s stories?”
“I’ll bring her back.” He assured her, smiling from ear to ear. “And when she is back, she’ll tell you guys all sorts of new adventure stories!” he lifted his head up and the kids all cheered.
“Yeeahhh!!!”
The other two boys remained on their hands and knees, “Is he gone yet?” One trembling stated...
“N-Not yet...” The other boy whispered, the two too afraid to move until Sonic had sped off with Amy Rose safely, tightly in his arms...
And off they went! To a whole new adventure..! It seemed like forever before Amy returned to the Orphanage, told her fantastical stories about a god of Destruction, a space colony abanonded by time, and many more with Sonic lazily yawning and sleeping by the side of her rock she could now sit on... and tell the newcomers and older kids their epic stories...
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Chenford + why are you scared
“I’ve got popcorn, hot tamales (as requested), beer, burgers, and ice cream for dessert. I’ve also got three classic movies for us to choose from - on original VHS - the way nature intended these be watched,” Lucy said to Tim as she breezed into his house. “Why are you up? You are not supposed to have any weight on your ankle. And where are your crutches? Did you hop to the door?”
She shakes her head and outs her bags in the kitchen. “Tim - seriously. Hop on over to the sofa and get settled in. Let me take care of you. This would be so much easier if you just let me stay here.”
Visions of naked Lucy in his shower, water and soap sliding down her strong body and thoughts of her wrapped in his towel and her stuff everywhere were achingly close to the future he so desperately wanted with her. Just beyond his reach. He would not survive that if it turns out she doesn’t feel the same way, so he kept creating space between them. Well he tried to. And then she comes swooping in uninvited to take care of him. He can’t remember the last time anyone did that.
Tim found his voice finally, as he shut his front door. “What are you doing here with all that? I’m fine. I’ve got sports, pain medicine and take out. What more do I need?”
Lucy turned to him and said gently, “Sweetie, you’ve hurt yourself. Please let those of us who care about you help you through this. Here, lean on me and let’s get you back on the couch.” She wrapped an arm around his middle, and grabbed his arm around her shoulder and literally acted like a crutch so he could more easily get to the couch. Her jasmine scent filled his senses and he relaxed and hopped over to the sofa. She then helped him get comfortable, with pillows wedged under his ankle brace on the coffee table and others wedged behind him so he was comfortable sitting up. She tucked the down throw around him and because he looked so adorable, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
Over the next hour, Lucy ate dinner and dessert with Tim laughing about her work calls that day, helped him to and from the guest bathroom off the kitchen, took Kojo out and fed the pup, and cleared the dishes. Tim made his movie choice and handed her the VHS tape. “This one has fewer sequels, and I loved camp. Lucy raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as she put “Friday the 13th” into the tape player, dimmed the lights, grabbed some hot tamales and headed to the couch.
Instead of sitting apart from him, she sat right next to him and slung her legs over his lap. She grabbed his arm and pulled it off the back of the sofa and wrapped it around her. Tim naturally hugged her close, so she buried her face in his neck, acting afraid. He looked at her as the movie began and whispered, “why are you scared?” To which she replied, “Who says I’m scared? ‘watching scary movies’ is code for making out - or so Tamara tells me. You being hurt is a happy coincidence….er maybe horny coincidence would be better. I see how you look at me. I fantasize about you too. I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.”
Tim smiles and says before kissing her, “Tamara was lying- I made that up for her to tell you. “
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WHG Prompt 4 Iggy
Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, @clocksandchaos, @knmartinshouldbewriting, and @forthesanityofsome!
I waited in the dining car, analyzing old Hunger Games to figure out the best ways to help Sabre and Mal, but I was also eyeing the food. I had never tried food before, but from checking my diagnostics, I learned that I could eat. I could even break down the food completely and utilize everything! But…the food was for the humans. I shouldn’t have any.
So, I just sat there and tried to figure out how to be as useful to them as I could. They…well, the Hunger Games claimed all but one tribute, so… I blinked as I lagged. I cared so much about them already. They had been nice to me, and Sabre had given me a nickname. I…I couldn’t think about them…dying. I already didn’t like the Hunger Games. Maybe…there was a way around this? Maybe they could escape?
I masked my online presence from the Capitol before I went and searched for rumors of tributes escaping the arena, and a few names popped up. Especially Chess from a few Games ago. And she was rumored to still be in the Capitol. My machinery whirred, and I did more research, wrapping myself up in the darkest corners I could to find more information about her. I finally found information that seemed very reliable and didn’t lead to a virus, so I sent a message to Chess using the information, hoping to be able to talk to her about what I could do to save my tributes. And anyone else I could. I didn’t want anyone to die. How would me helping more children to die be beneficial for when I replaced humans and let them rest?
I blinked when I heard a muffled noise and brought myself back to the world around me. Sabre and Mal had walked in, wearing comfortable t-shirts and pants, and I automatically smiled and stood up. “Did you have everything you need? Would you like to discuss plans for the Games?”
Sabre and Mal both smiled back, and my machinery whirred again. Sabre nodded. “Everything was good. And I’m okay with discussing the Games.” She grabbed a plate and piled it high, and Mal nodded and grabbed a plate too. Sabre looked over at me. “Can you eat?”
I glanced at the food again. “Yes, but I shouldn’t take food from the humans who actually need it.”
Mal laughed. “This is way too much for either of us. Do you want some?”
I…I did. But…I shouldn’t. “I…I…” Before I could get the words out, Sabre grabbed a third plate and put one of each of the food on it and handed it to me.
“Take it. I insist.”
I hesitated, but I took it. “Thank you. What would you like to discuss for the Games? I’ve been looking up old strategies to see which ones were the most effective.”
Sabre and Mal exchanged a glance, and I fell very still. Did…did they think neither of them would make it? Sabre spoke first. “I don’t think either of us are planning on fighting. For me, I’m immune to injury, so it’s highly unlikely that I’ll die, and once the Capitol knows about that, they’ll want to take me, so they won’t let me die.”
Mal nodded. “I’m useful to them too, so they won’t let me die either.”
I tilted my head, staring at them. “But why would the Capitol want you? For what purpose? Why would they use the Games to capture people?” It couldn’t have been a coincidence that Mal’s name was called. Sabre did volunteer, so there was a chance they didn’t want her. But neither of them had any signs of lying. I’d have to research that more tonight when I didn’t have anything else to do.
They both glanced at each other and looked away. They were nervous, not able to look me in the eyes. Something else was going on. Was the Capitol not as good as I had been told? I nodded slowly, lagging slightly. “Okay. What would you like to discuss then?”
Mal didn’t look up from their plate, and Sabre smiled, but it didn’t last. “Can you tell us about the pre-Games? And have you tried your food?”
Oh. I had completely forgotten. I looked down and took a bite of a cookie, and it was crunchy. And sweet. And I just froze, staring at it. Sabre cracked a smile, and even Mal looked up and smiled a little. I stared a bit longer until a high pitched whine escaped my lips and I looked up at them. “This is the most amazing thing ever! I love this!”
Sabre grinned. “Then please eat more!”
I nodded, but I did start talking. “The first thing is the Chariots. Mainly, it looks like you should look confident to win over the crowd. I’ve heard that relationships really win the crowd over. But those are romantic relationships only, and I wouldn’t want to fake something like that. Romantic relationships are too precious to fake.” I had seen movies with romance being important, so it had to be. And…a low hum built in my throat, but I kept it back. Being close to someone and cuddling sounded so nice though. I ate another cookie to distract myself from such unobtainable thoughts.
Mal and Sabre glanced at each other, and Sabre shrugged. “We could. Don’t know if it would help.”
I nodded. “Okay! It’s up to you. Whatever you would like to do. I think you two look intimidating on your own too. But then it’s the training, and I think it might be good to make alliances.”
Sabre nodded. “I’d like to make some alliances. Maybe we can all keep each other alive long enough and refuse to kill each other.” She smiled a little.
I nodded. “That would be nice!” A message pinged in front of my eyes, and it was from Chess! I dismissed it though, since I was talking with Sabre and Mal. “And for the interview, if you’re as friendly as you can be, you should be able to win over the crowd.”
Mal nodded. “I’m good at that.”
Sabre grimaced. “Not me. I’ll just try to intimidate people then too.”
I ate some more of my plate, but another alert pinged in my vision. The recap of the Reapings was happening! I stood up with a smile. “Would you like to watch the Reapings?”
They both nodded and followed me to the couch, where I turned on the tv and started the Reapings. But after District 2, Sabre leaned against my shoulder, and I jumped and looked over. My machinery whirred as I stared. Mal was leaning against Sabre, and Sabre was leaning against me, and they were both asleep. I smiled and turned back to the tv, checking out all the tributes and taking notes. But these were all just children. It…it wasn’t fair that they had to go through this. I wanted to help as many of them escape as I could.
I opened up the message Chess had sent me. You want to help your tributes escape the arena?
I looked over at Sabre and Mal and nodded. Yes, please. I want to get as many people out as I can. But I need help.
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Could I request part 2 of vampire lockdown x human reader (from this https://petitelepus.tumblr.com/post/666502701745635328/could-we-get-tfa-vampire-lockdown-with-reader-as-a) vampire lockdown was fragging reader in his workplace or room when swindle barge in, lockdown invited him on purpose for exhibitionism kink and reader is of course embarrassed (maybe even swindle joining)
This was worst, having your Lord Lockdown fuck you over the counter of his workshop where he mastered his vast collection of weapons and guns.
You just came to ask how he would like his venison prepared, but the man had other needs that he wanted to be treated and hunger was only one of them.
"How are you feeling, my little Maiden, having your Lord fuck you on his table?" He asked as he squeezed your hips and thrust a little harder, making his desk wobble and you whine as the tip of his member poked your insides.
You were about to tell him to fuck off, but the wind in the room shifted and you gasped as the air in the middle of the room twisted and turned, and out of nowhere, a man with dark purple eyes, dressed in the finest suit appeared before you.
"Hello Lockdown, good ol' pal, what are you up to now-! Oh?" The man blinked as he saw you and you felt your eyes widen in shock as you tried to cover yourself, but your Lord swiped your hands away.
"Swindle." Lockdown nodded, "You're early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour."
"What a weird coincidence, because it's 8pm and you insisted to meet me at that exact time."
Like Hell, it was an accident! Lockdown had this planned, you were 100 percent sure of it! The man had little to no shame at all and he rarely made mistakes, he wanted you two to get caught in the middle of the sex.
"Maiden my dearest, this is Swindle." Lockdown introduced you two, "Swindle here is a lowlife demon, willing to make a deal with anyone as long as he gets paid."
"That's right!" The demon walked up to you in front of the desk and whipped a business card out of thin air before giving it to you. "If you ever find yourself wanting or needing something, I'm your demon! For the right price, of course."
"And what would these prices be?" You asked and the demon chuckled as he fixed the front of his jacket. "Despite what Lockdown may say, I'm a fair demon so I'm sure that you and I can work up some kind of a deal that would benefit both of us."
"Oh?" You were intrigued but a strong smack to your ass made you cry out loud in pain.
"Don't trust him, he will rip you off anything you have, even your soul."
"You hurt my feelings Lockdown!" Swindle laughed, but then he cleared his throat and you watched him pull out an of some sort of, a gun perhaps?
"That's the gun I wanted?" Your Lord asked and the demon chuckled, "Very same one! This was used by the famous Vampire Hunter! A fine souvenir, am I right?"
"And the price matches the wares?"
"Naturally, a rare item like this, and in its top quality, don't get sold cheap."
"I see... But it appears I'm a little short on money." Lockdown grinned, "You accept credit?"
"No, but I'm sure that we can make some arrangements." The demon snickered as he glanced at you. You were just lying there on the table and listening to them talk while trying to hold onto your last shreds of modesty.
"If you want to watch then you better lower the price of that gun I ordered from you." The bounty hunter chuckled darkly and you blinked before shooting a glare at your Lord.
"What!? You expect me to just lie down and let you fuck me while your friend watches!?
"You already do two of those without a problem, might as well try the third one also." The vampire turned to look at the demon, "So, do we have a deal?"
"Lockdown, my friend, if I gave a discount to everyone who asks then I wouldn't make any profit!" Swindle laughed, but Lockdown had an ace up his sleeve.
"Wanna fuck her then?"
Oh, so that's how it was. This was your Lord's plan all along. To get you sensitive and have his friend pop up and then get his interest in you up so he could get a discount from the gun. Only, you weren't that easy.
"Lo-!" You were about to scream but before you could do so, the vampire Lord pulled out of your wet sex, grabbed your legs, and easily lifted you up. You blushed in embarrassment as he spread your legs and showed everything you had as if presenting you like livestock.
"As you can see, she is ready and willing!"
Willing was such a hard word, you would rather have called yourself overstimulated and needy.
"My, what a fine offer you are presenting to me." Swindle snickered but you didn't miss how his hand rested on his belt and Lockdown for sure did not miss that.
"Very well, I'll give you 10% off the original price."
"Make it 30%."
"15%!"
"20%!"
"Sold!"
"Do I have any say in this?" You asked pathetically and both vampire and demon chuckled as the demon walked in front of you and grasped your face between his fingers.
"Don't be sad. Look, I'll even make you a deal! Show me a good time and I'll give you half off the next purchase you make with me! This is a once upon lifetime deal."
That did sound like a good deal, depending on what you wanted... You groaned and looked at him, your eyes full of determination.
"You better keep your word..!" You growled and Swindle started to undo his pants with a chuckle.
"Demon's honor!"
#creativesoultheskeletongirl#lockdown#swindle#tfa#transformers#transformers animated#vampire#vampire lockdown#demon#demons#demon swindle#naughty#Enjoy!#I got carried away again
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Treble-Boned
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comments: alr this is my first time writing a ff so plz bare w me LOLLL. enjoy 💀🫶
Me and the other Bellas were all waiting backstage to perform. We were all thrilled to have finally made it to the finals and be able to perform at The Lincoln Center. At that time it was 2011 and the Treblemakers were near the end of their song.
Multiple times I had noticed Bumper, their lead singer, making eye contact with me on the more sexual lyrics. It was odd but I brushed it off not thinking too much of it. Even if he did mean it in such a way, I could never give in. I was a Barden Bella! No matter how much any of us wanted to, we could never hook up with a Treblemaker or we were booted from the group.
“Finally they’re finished! Ugh!” Aubrey exclamed. She was right hand to our lead, Alice. Everyone was pretty sure she was going to take the reins after Alice graduated.
The Treblemakers were walking offstage giving us a nasty look. “You guys are going to do awesome…”. Bumper being nice? No shot. “…ly horrible! I hate you! Kill yourself! Girl power! Sisters before misters!” Aaaand there it was. Nobody could exactly tell why the Bellas and Treblemakers had such a deep rivalry, but after all these years both groups despised eachother.
As I’m walking on stage trying to find my position, I can see Chloe trying to calm down Aubrey. I wasn’t sure why since Aubrey was never nervous for anything. Not shortly after we started, she threw up all over the first 5 rows. That’s it. We had lost all respect from absolutely anyone. Loosing the finals due to a stomach bug sucks but its even worse when Bumper and his friends gloat their win. “Clean up in aisle 5, amirite guys!” I think I understand why the Bellas always hated them now.
Even though all that was last school year, it was still the talk of the campus. Nobody took us seriously and whenever we were seen in public we got nasty stares from other peers.
Aubrey and Chloe tried to get more girls to sign up for auditions at ‘Club Fair’. Long story short, nobody blinked an eye at our booth. After about 15 minutes I decided to go take a break from running the booth to walk around only to see Bumper and his gaggle of nerds singing in the courtyard. Of couse they were singing “Let It Whip”, why wouldn’t they be!
As much as I hate them I have to admit, they’ve got some of the best vocals ive ever heard. ‘Might as well watch them’, I thought. No harm no foul, right?
Suddenly Bumper locked eyes with me. Just like during finals. Maybe it was just an odd coincidence and I was overthinking. But if it was, why couldn’t either of us break eye contact. What the hell was happening and why couldn’t I stop it?
After they finished singing, I sheepishly sped walked away. I had no idea what had just occurred and I didn’t wanna start anything. There was absolutely no way I was going to let myself fall for a Treblemaker. Specifically Bumper of all people.
“Hey! Hey, y/n! Wait up!”
No way in hell was I going to turn back and face the man who had me in eyelock.
“Y/n, I know you can hear m-“
Benji cut him off with his shrieks of excitement. Thank god for that weirdo otherwise I would’ve been caught by Chloe who was right around the corner.
“Y/n there you are! I was so concerned when you just left abruptly.”
“Oh crap, sorry Chlo. I just needed to take a quick break”
Chloe quickly took my arm and dragged me back to our booth. I was greeted with a very angry Aubrey, and at that point I knew I was going to get a lecture about ‘maintaining my aca-duties’ or some crap. She’s been on some sort of power trip since she took over the Bellas.
“Aca-scuse me but where the hell have you been!? I have had to run this booth for the past 15 minutes and I am completely taken back by your carelessness.”
“Aubrey, I’m sorry” I replied “I just needed to take a short break. Plus 15 minutes isn’t even that lo-“
“Not that long?! You need to shape up immediately if you want to stay apart of this group.” She cut me off.
She treated me and Chloe like trash. Like we were inferior to her as if she wasn’t the one who made us lose our Finals. I didn’t want to get kicked from the only thing I knew as home, so I said my apologies and continued running the booth.
I guess I missed something cause when I looked at the sign up sheet there was almost 10 names. That might not sound like a whole bunch but in acappella it was practically perfect.
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during auditions
Audition day was possibly one of my favorite things, besides competition. Getting to hear all the potential talent is so thrilling.
“Hey Bellas, remember how you tried to play in the big leagues and choked? Let that be a lesson to everybody. Sing the same girlie stuff every year, you’ll blow chunks all over the place.” Bumper and the rest of the boys snickered
God I hated them. He talks such a big game for no reason. I chose to ignore his silly antics and pretend I never heard him but Aubrey on the other hand stood up in anger.
“My fellow aca-people. As most of you know, it is a make or break year for the Bella ladies. But make no mistake. We will not let egotistical, big-headed, garbage pricks, WHOEVER they may be, get in our way. I promise you. The Bellas will return to the ICCA’s and finish what we started last year.”
Rightfully so she called them out! Everyones jaws dropped and laughed a bit at the Treblemakers. Holy crap, she embarrassed them!
“Personally, I wouldn’t take that level of disrespect” someone called out.
“Alright let’s calm down now! First up..” Tommy began introducing the auditioners. And, uh, most of them sounded like garbage. I knew that was what most of the groups were thinking too. Hopefully, we can pick out the few girls and get them to join us.
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after auditions
Chloe, Aubrey, and I began talking about who we should choose. After figuring out who we wanted in our group we were dismissed back to our rehearsal area. There was a lot of arguing between groups on who they wanted. Aubrey immediately took charge and planned out who we were getting.
While all of this chaos ensued, I could practically feel Bumpers eyes burning into my back. It was as if he couldn’t help but stare at us.
“Bumper? Are you even listening?” Donald said trying to regain his attention.
Even though seeing him out of the corner of my eye made me ponder, hearing Donald say that confirmed those thoughts. He was starring at me! But why? Why has he decided to be fixated on the group he hates the most? More specifically me. It was making me overthink all of our encounters completely.
‘Maybe it was nothing and he was drifting off into space’ I kept thinking to myself.
Finally, we got our girls and took them back to the gymnasium to reveal they got into THE Barden Bellas! I was so excited to meet and bond with these ladies since it was a whole new group.
Nothing but partying and singing all through the night. A chorus/theatre kids’ paradise.
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inductions
Once back in the gymnasium had got all these gorgeous girls into our group, Aubrey had to make them say the oath.
“Promise to fulfill the duties and responsibilities of a Bella woman. Neither sickness, nor midterms, nor my lady times will prevent me from her-monizing with my sisters. And I solemnly promise never to have sexual relations with a Treblemaker or may my vocal chords be ripped out by wolves.” She recited
The new girls looked frightened by that last line but hey, at least she got the point across? As soon as we inducted the newfound Bella ladies we booked it to the party!
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outside/party
Holy crap, there was more people than I remember. Everyone was either drinking, singing, or screaming. There was practically no in between. It was almost kind of annoying. But that didn’t get in the way of me having a good time.
I was talking to Becca and ‘Fat Amy’ about getting into the Bellas and what happens at these kinds of things. Whilst chatting I hear Chloe call me over.
“Y/n! Wanna come with me to grab drinks? This ginger needs her jiggle-juice!” Chloe giggles
“Sure! I’ll be right over” I shoot her a smile
Walking down the narrow steps I catch a glimpse of Bumper and Donald, drinks in hand, talking about god knows what. Unlike me, Fat Amy goes over to talk to them but thats not a me problem so I decided to keep walking and catch up with Chloe.
“So, can you actually believe we got girls to join the Bellas! This is so exciting oh my god!” Chloe squeals. Her energy goes up by 10 when shes drunk.
“Yea! We actually did it.” I say as I continue sipping on my drink
Chloee grabs my shoulder, cleary not sober but I’m sure she means it “I. Love. You. You are literally my best friend Y/n” Making kissy faces at me.
I hug her and tell her im going back up to sit. Probably not the best idea on my part considering he was up there. Yet I hand Chloe off to Stacie and Aubrey who take her dancing.
‘Geez, It was chilly out here.’ I thought to myself. I completely forgot to grab a jacket before leaving.
“Oh great..” I said under my breath seeing Bumper walking towards my direction.
“This seat taken?” He said with a smug face
Obviously it wasn’t so I couldn’t just say no. He would see I was clearly lying to get him to leave. I mean I did want him to leave but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Feelings?! Why would I care about his feelings, I hate him! Ugh he makes me crazy.
“Youuu.. good?” he asked
“Oh! Uh.. yea. You can sit here, I guess” I told him nervously
He totally knew what he was doing! He was doing it on purpose, no doubt about it! Right..?
“Sooo, I saw you guys got a bunch of girls to join your little tea par-“
“What do you want, Bumper.” I said cutting him off.
Did he really come over to piss me off? What a jerk! I knew I should’ve just shunned him when I had the chance. God I am an idiot.
“Im sorry. I don’t really know how to talk to you. Y’know.. being a Bella and all.”
Talk to me? Because I’m a Bella? I thought he despised Bellas. Is the universe breaking? I can’t tell if he was being genuine right now.
“Oh really?” I said slyly “Because I’m a Bella?”
“Well yea. I mean we hate you guys!” he cleared his throat “But you.. you’re just different to talk to.”
I should’ve shut this whole thing down. What if Aubrey saw me! I hadn’t even thought of that. He is ruining my life!
I stood up “Wow it sure is cold! I better go” I told him, laughing nervously trying to walk down the steps. Almost falling because of how steep they were, he catches me. Trying to hold my balance.
I gasp, accidentally grabbing him to pull myself back up.
They only thing I could think of during this moment was ‘WHAT THE HELL.’
Bumper helps me back up and sits me down. Neither of us say a word. At this point my mind has gone blank, just grateful I didnt break my tailbone falling on the concrete steps.
“Are you alright? Here” He gives me his Treblemaker varsity jacket.
“Oh, nono! Its alright!” I try to tell him so I don’t get caught with it on.
“No, I insist. You’re shivering” He reassured me.
Was this really happening?! It felt straight out of those cheesy rom-coms Chloe adored. Maybe he was just trying to get into my pants. Which was NOT happening. Well… NO! What has gotten into me!
“Thanks..” I say as our knees touch.
We were back in that stupid eyelock! I guess I never looked hard enough, but his eyes were this dark brown with sparks of a lighter brown. I could feel us getting closer and my cheeks getting brighter but immediately shut it down. Only because I could see Aubrey in the corner of my eye coming this way.
“I have a feeling that we should.. kiss. Now, is that a… good feeling or..?” He said clearly tipsy.
There was no way he would say that sober. Aubrey was heading this way quickly, I had to shoot him down fast.
“Y’know, sometimes I think I can do crystal meth and then I think.. hmm better not.”
I had to make my leave now before I got caught.
“I gotta go. You know how Aubrey is. Thank you, again, for the catching.. and the jacket..” I say awkwardly, getting up
He shoots me a smirk “Of course”
Drink in hand, I go the opposite direction of where Aubrey was. Trying to get back to the center was harder than I thought, especially actively hiding from your friend.
Finally I get down there without being caught by Aubrey, or any of the Bellas for that matter. Such a fun night.
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day after
Time to get to work and start getting a plan together to win nationals. Except Aubrey already had a whole whiteboard dedicated to what we were going to do to win the finals. Sheesh, she was putting a lot of pressure on these newbies.
“As you can see, Kori is not here. Last night, she was Treble-boned. She’s been dis-invited from the Bellas.” Aubrey said firmly.
“Woah that oath was serious?” Becca raised.
“Dixie-Chick serious.” shooting back at Becca.
‘What a good way to scare our new girls’ I said softly under my breath.
After a few more stern comments about hooking up with a Treble and even kicking out another girl for it, she showed us how to get the ‘aca-win’.
^rehearsal/cardio montage^
Aubrey pulls me off to the side before we left rehearsals. I completely forgotten I still had Bumpers jacket on!
“What does the ‘T’ on your jacket stand for, Y/n?” Aubrey asked in a knowning tone of voice
Crap! She definitely knew. This was it, this was the day I was getting booted from the Bellas. I knew I had to think of an answer just in case she didn’t know.
“Oh! It’s for ‘Taylor’!” I stated trying to play it off. “As in Taylor Swift. Why do you ask?”
“No reason..” She trailed off and ended with a smile.
‘God that was a close one’ I thought to myself. I need to give this jacket back before anything else happens..
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riff off
Tommy announces it was ‘riff-off time’. My personal favorite of the night! After teaching the new Bellas how these work we were ready.
With my whole situation, I was beyond nervous to even look at any of the Treblemakers. It wasn’t their fault I was squeamish, but I still didnt wanna see them. It didn’t help Bumper winked at me before Tommy gave us our categories.
“Ladies of the 80s!” He shouted and the groups took it from there.
^riff-off^
Of course Tommy screws us over and lets the Trebles win. Why wouldn’t he?!
Now they think they have an advantage over us and begin to gloat.
“OHHHHH you ladies just got owned!” They all yelled.
I shake it off and the rest of the Bellas walk away in disbelief. Me on the other hand was fixated on Bumper who was walking right towards me, trophy in hand.
“You did good” he smirks “But we are just sooo much better than you girls” he jokingly brags.
I wanted to smack the grin off his face so bad. But instead I shot him a sarcastic smile and walked away.
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regionals
After a few more months pass and we hope all our practicing pays off. The only thing Aubrey cared about was showing up the Treblemakers.
The ‘Sock-apellas’ had finished their set and it was time for us to get on stage. While walking onto stage I could hear the Treblemakers boo-ing us. It also didn’t help that the crowd was not as excited as I had hoped they’d be. No worries, no pressure though. Right? We can’t do any worse than people using socks to sing.
^after our set^
Of course people fell silent during our set for the millionth time. If it wasn’t for Fat Amy, the crowd would’ve been dead asleep. So howcome Aubrey was already yelling at her? Shes was such a perfectionist.
Luckily, we got second and could move on from regionals! Everyone in our group was celebrating except for Aubrey. She was more relieved to even had made it.
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day of semi-finals
After a month of two of rehearsals, it was finally semi-finals time! I was so excited.
Before leaving, Fat Amy stopped to get gas. It was a long trip ahead of us so it was a good time to stop.
Little did any of us know, the Treblemakers were not far behind after we stopped.
“IVE JUST BEEN SHOT” Fat Amy yelled.
Immediately I ran out to see what had happened. She told us Bumper and Donald had threw their burritos at her for ‘sabotage’.
Great! Theyre trying to ruin our chances even more. I help Fat Amy get back in the bus and we keep on trucking through to get to Semi-Finals.
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back on the bus
Everyone sings, “So I put my hands up! They’re playin’ my song and the butterflies fly awayy.”
Suddenly the bus broke down. Oh god this could not be good.
“We could call-“
“DON’T say it.” Aubrey says, cutting off Chloe.
“No, that’s actually a good idea! I have Bumpers number. I’ll call him now” I told them.
“Why do you have Bumpers number?” Aubrey shot me a look.
“Uhhh..” I kept thinking ‘Crap. Just ignore her and call Bumper to save us.’
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in treblemaker bus
“Well this is fun..” Fat Amy said sarcastically.
I was next to Bumper, of course, and we all sat in silence.
Geez, this was awkward. It didn’t help that Bumper was practically invadeding my space. Our legs were pressed against eachother, arms toppled on top of themselves, and if i even turned my head to look at him we would be nose to nose.
This made my heart race. But obviously I couldn’t give into my urges, not with Aubrey continuously looking at me weird.
“9 miles till we’re there” Donald shouted from the driver seat.
I cannot believe we all sat in silence for the whole bus ride.
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semi-finals
Getting off the bus, we got back into our groups and went inside. Me and Bumper were in the back of the line, together.
“Soo.. what girl power fueled set do you ladies have for us this evening” He asked in a snarky tone.
“Wow!” I exclaimed “You must really not want me to keep talking to you, huh” giving him a condescending smile.
He laughed it off. Gosh, he was too cute to hate. I mean yes, I hated him for being a jerk and a Treblemaker but you had to admit he had some sort of sex-appeal.
“Good luck tonight. I mean it” he looks down and tries to hide his bright red face. Jesse calls him over to stage right to prepare to get on stage. Chloe calls me over aswell.
Once on stage, we started singing the same song that gets the crowd yawning. Out of absolutely nowhere though, Becca starts mashing ‘Bulletproof’ into the set.
It took everyone by shock but definitely got the attention of the judges! Thank god Becca took such a risk. Maybe she should’ve asked before hand but nonetheless the audience was loving it.
Almost immediately we went backstage, Aubrey started yelling at Becca for her little stunt. I decided I was not going to be apart of this drama and went to go sit somewhere backstage.
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spring break
After Semi-Finals, Aubrey basically kicked Becca from the group. Not fair whatsoever but it wasn’t like my opinion even mattered to her. Aubrey wouldn’t listen to any of us after we lost her championship.
With the Bellas being done for, I decided to take this time to do.. uh.
Crap! I completely forgot those girls were my only friends. And the only other person in my contacts was… Bumper.
Well that was enough for me. I took this as a chance to shoot my shot with him since Aubrey wasnt around to control my love life.
Texting Bumper: Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out over break :)
‘Aaaand send! That wasn’t so hard, now was it!’ I told myself.
Almost immediately I got a response.
Text from Bumper: Yea sure. I’d love to
I couldn’t believe this! I was actually going to hang out with Bumper one on one. And I didn’t even have to worry about Aubrey coming to yell at me! Maybe the Bellas taking a break wasn’t so bad.
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FINALLY BRO
I see Bumper in the distance walking over to me. I’m still in shock he wanted to go on this date with me, considering he’s still doing Treble stuff.
“Hey!” He smiles “I see you still have my jacket” he teased.
I completely forgot this was his jacket! I started taking it off to give back to him and he stopped me.
“Nono! It looks good on you. You can keep it, I don’t mind” looking at me in awe.
“Anyway! Are you ready to go on possibly the best date of your life?” He gloated.
“So confident!” I tease him.
We walk hand in hand into the park and set up our picnic. This was kinda romantic actually! I’ve known Bumper for about 2, almost 3 years now and I never saw a good side to him. There’s always been some rivalry between us due to the groups own rivalry.
Even during last years run with the Bellas, I was attracted to him. But the hatred definitely took over. Hes never been the nicest but I feel as if it was all an act to show dominance. Aubrey and Alice did the same so I can’t exactly call him out for it. Jeez there’s so much history.
“Here we go!” He said as he finished setting up the picnic.
We talked about nonsense, teased eachother a bit, talked about how we found our way into acapella. Y’Know, normal date stuff.
“I don’t know why we never talked to eachother before this year! You’re so funny” I told him, with a giant smile on my face. I could feel my cheeks burning up.
“I know why.” “Hm?” “The whole rivalry bullcrap! It’s so dumb, I don’t know why both groups keep giving into it. I know i dont help but it’s always been some unspoken argument” Bumper said with some anger in his voice.
“I know, it’s not fun. Especially when Aubrey gets on my back when I talk to any other group.” I told him slightly getting upset aswell.
There was a pause. A good minute of neither of us saying a word. We were too sour to say anything. We knew we agreed but didn’t want to talk about it.
“Well..” He sighed “I’m glad we’re here.. together… now” grabbing my hand.
I looked down to hide my smile, eventually facing back up to see him smiling back at me.
I was head over heels for him at this point. Even though I was upset we lost championship, I was so happy I could finally spend time with Bumper.
Before we decided to pack everything up and part ways, he asked me if I wanted to watch the sunset with him. I turned bright pink just at that question. Obviously say yes, he put his arm over my shoulder bringing me in close.
All I could think was ‘This was it! This was the moment I had been waiting for! He was going to do it!’
While watching the sun go down, I could see Bumper looking at me from the corner of my eye.
Turning to look at him I asked “Why aren’t you watching the sunset?”
He replied “I’d rather take in something even more beautiful” shooting me a smile.
My heart practically fluttered as I immediately leaned into him. I can’t believe this is happening! I was kissing a Treblemaker! This went against almost everything I was taught by Alice and Aubrey but in that moment, I couldn’t care less. I was in love with Bumper.
We both pull back and take a short breath. You could tell he was also in awe of what just happened. Nonetheless I went back in for another kiss. Except this kiss turned into a tiny make out session.
“Wait.. hold on” he paused with heavy breathing “Would you rather go somewhere that isn’t a public park?”
Still panting “Yea that’s probably a good idea” I giggled.
He cleaned up everything and drove me back to my dorm. Shortly after we arrived, he walked me back to my room. Of course I invited him in, I mean why wouldn’t I?! All I wanted was to make sure we finished what we started out in that park.
IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT SO IM GONNA END THIS SCENE HERE LOLLLL
I woke up the next morning, completely forgetting what had happened last night.
‘Oh my god’ I accidentally murmured.
He was still in my bed! I was stuck in this state of shock. I did the right thing and got dressed in a big t-shirt and a pair of short-shorts, looking back at him sound asleep in my cheap bed.
After a short period, he finally woke up. I was reading a coffee table magazine while I waited for him. The way he looked at me gave me butterflies.
He yawned “Mmm… Good morning beautiful” looking up at me, smiling.
‘God his morning voice is attractive’ I thought to myself.
“Oh hello!” sending him a smile back. I put down my magazine and got into a more comfortable position.
He then latched onto me, still tired. God, he was so cute.
“I don’t wanna leave” he murmured into my chest.
“Well, we could sleep in?” I suggested while playing with his hair.
I scooted down to make it easier for him to cuddle me. We laid in my bed for a good couple of hours. I knew eventually I had to let him leave.
He felt me moving to get up and slowly awakened.
“I better start getting ready to head out. I have to go do boring acapella rehearsal stuff.” he told me.
“God you’re so lucky. I would do anything to be with the Bellas again.” I sighed, helping him retrieve his stuff.
He walked out my dorm room but before leaving he turned back, almost nervously.
“I was because I was thinking that maybe, perhaps” he takes a breath. “this is harder than I thought it was gonna be” he sighed.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I wanna date you. That's what I want. Like, a real couple. Where we, like, go out in public and hold hands and ride bikes together. Or we go to an orchid and pick apples. Or we, like, do one of those Build-A-Bear workshops together, and build bears. And you'd name one Bumper, and I'll name one Y/n. It’ll be cute.”
Oh. My. God. I couldn’t even say anything. I was too stunned. Not in bad way! I’ve just never been asked anything so.. romantic. He has swept me off my feet completely.
“What do you say?” He asked me in a softer tone.
The only words I could get out were “Yes. Yes please, oh my god.”
I saw his cheeks turn a light red before acknowledging that we were finally together.
“I guess I’ll see you soon, then” he teased.
I pulled him in for one last kiss before sending him back to the Treblemakers ‘HQ’.
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coming back + fighting
It was a day before spring break would officially end. I was getting ready to finish up the rest of my studies when suddenly I got a call Chloe.
“Y/N! The aca-gods have blessed up! We get to compete in the finals!” She told me ecstatically.
My jaw dropped and I joined her squealing immediately. We were back baby!
Soon enough I got to hang out with my girls and talk about gameplan. Realizing quickly that Becca wasnt here.
“I didn’t invite Becca. She doesn’t make us any better” Aubrey said in a smug voice.
Chloe and Becca were incredibly close so it was no wonder Chloe got upset at Aubrey so quickly.
They were yelling back and forth and caused a huge scene that got everyone in a very uncomfortable mood.
Fat Amy came to break the tension and told them to stop and shut up.
I accidentally shouted “Finally! Someone said it!” and Aubrey almost went to come fight me. The only reason she didn’t was because the stomach bug came back.
She stopped in her tracks and threw up just like she did at last years finals.
Perfect! We come back and almost immediately started fighting with eachother. I decided to get up and walk out.
To my surprise, I walked right into Becca. I thought maybe she would help calm down the argument, so I walked back to my seat to watch it all play out.
As soon as she walked in it went dead silent. Almost scary how quiet it got.
Becca stood there fiddling with her fingers “I came back to apologize messing up our chances and leaving. I would be grateful if you could have me back?”
Aubrey just looked at her in silence. Was she really going to let go of the only person who knows how we can win? Was she that much a power hungry freak?
Without anybody saying a word Becca picked up a chair and dragged it to the exit. After a few seconds, Aubrey yelled for Becca to stop.
“Thank you. That would’ve been so embarrassing.” She laughed nervously.
After Becca and Aubrey talked it out, Becca said none of really knew anything about eachother.
“Let’s go around the room. Everyone say something about yourself that no one knows.” She told us.
Everybody started spilling their secrets, and it was then my turn. I didn’t have any secrets, except for the fact I was Treble-Boned. But I wasn’t going to admit that, I could be shunned.
“Well..?” Chloe said trying to get my attention.
I took a deep breath. “I… I started dating Bumper.” I couldn’t help but look down in shame. I didn’t want to tell them but I felt as if they deserved to know.
Nobody said anything, which made this whole thing even scarier for me. I was waiting for Aubrey to scold me but she never did.
“Oh.. well..! I’m glad you’re happy!” Chloe said giving me a soft smiling. She was my best friend so she could definitely tell I was embarrassed admitting that.
Aubrey looked disappointed but then again, she always does. Why should I even care about her opinion? It wasn’t like she was going to be around after this year.
After a short moment of silence, Aubrey gave the pitch pipe to Becca.
“How are we doing this?” Aubrey said almost desperate for her to take the lead.
“Follow me” Becca said then leading us to the abandoned pool.
^pool mashup^
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call from bumper
It was the day of finals and I was so excited to see the Treblemakers set and not want to punch them.
While getting ready, Bumper called me. Maybe he was calling to tell me good luck. How sweet of him.
“Hey! What’s up Bumper?”
“Hey..” He said in a low tone.
“What’s wrong?”
At this point, I was kinda worried. Why did he sound so disappointed? What was going on.
“So.. I got a call from THE John Mayor, asking to be backup vocals on his new album. Which means I won’t be at finals tonight” Bumper told me slowly.
“Oh.. That’s! Uhm.. That’s great, love. I’m sooo.. happy for you!” I tried to show excitement for him but I just couldn’t.
The one time I wanted him to see our set, he couldn’t be there. I was glad he was making it big time but it still hurt.
“Yea! I’m sorry though. I’m sure you’ll do great tonight. I’ve won that stuff a million times so I’m rooting for the Bellas” He said in a more uplifting tone.
“Thanks. I gotta go get ready to leave. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He could tell I was disappointed. It was obvious. “Alright! Uh.. Love you! Good luck.”
I could practically hear him smiling. He meant it, but I just wish he would’ve told me in person. It doesn’t matter anyway.
I continued getting ready and tried to brush off the news. We going to win whether Bumper saw it or not.
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finals
Once we got down this whole mashup thing Becca taught us, we knew we were ready to finally win the finals.
She should’ve taken charge a long time ago! Im glad Aubrey loosened the reins though. It was a lot less stressful with her not being in charge.
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backstage + onstage
The Treblemakers were about to go onstage and I could only think about Bumper. He was probably living it up in LA not even thinking about me.
Crap, he might leave me for some hot super model! Who knows what he could be doing right now. Thinking about it only made me sad.
“Good luck Benji! Same to you Jesse!” I told the boys. I decided since things were changing, I would also end the whole rivalry crap.
While I was watching the boys perform, Chloe hugged me from behind.
“We are going to do awsome! C’mon we’re about to do hands in the middle!” She was beyond excited for this.
“I know some you are pretty thin, but you all have fat hearts. And thats what matters” Fat Amy said before we went on stage.
It was finally time. ‘My god, it’s packed’ is the only thing I could think.
While getting into position, I scanned the crowd. ‘Wait.. Is that..?’ My heart dropped.
I couldn’t believe it. Bumper?! No way. He actually came to watch me perform! But wasn’t he supposed to leave for LA tonight?!
My heart was racing. He postponed his flight to come see us win. He cared about me that much that he would risk losing his one shot at fame to see me happy. I could feel my face start burning up. I loved him so much.
^singing blah blah blah^
Holy crap! A standing ovation! We had this win, no doubt. As soon as our set had ended and the crowd sat back down, I knew exactly where I was going.
Running off stage, I practically jumped into Bumpers arms. Hugging him tightly, I started tearing up.
We had just won the championship and I have an amazing boyfriend?! I couldn’t believe my life.
“Congrats, sweetheart!” He slyly smirked at me, knowing he surprised me.
I couldn’t get myself to let go of him. I was too happy to realize I still needed to ask him why the hell he was even here!
I pull back, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Wait! What..! How..? Why are you here?!”
My confused look made him laugh. “I knew how upset you were when I told you the news. I couldn’t bring myself to just leave without saying goodbye in person.”
“God, you’re such a dork, I love you” I told him, pulling him in for a kiss.
He was perfect. I wasn’t even upset he had to leave for LA for a month or two. I knew he wouldn’t cheat on me for anybody while being in a big city.
He was mine. He loved me, nobody could change that.
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end
Six months later, and we’re back in the audition room. Wanting to flaunt our trophy on the Treblemakers, we placed it on our table. Everybody in that room knew not to underestimate us.
“Listen up aca-ballers” Tommy said, starting the auditions “As a tribute to our most recent ICCA national champions, their team leaders will pick the audition song. Bellas?”
I take the lead, “Let’s go with…”
fin.
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I Can't Kill The Demon Twice
I refuse to believe your intentions were bad from the start
They couldn't have been
You had every opportunity in the world to isolate me and make me entirely dependent upon you from the very beginning, but you didn't
You tired to reach out for help
I watched you struggle trying to provide me with more support than just yourself
I tried to warn you
My family didn't care
My parents were beyond fed up with me
Sure they played they part at first
Acting concerned when you called them the first few times
Your daughter is suicidal
Your daughter is on drugs
Your daughter is harming herself
They acted surprised,
Shocked
Like they hadn't received those same phone calls from other people over and over again
Promising you they would take care of it
But this time it was different
This time there wasn't anywhere to hide
No red tape
No switching schools
No counselors
No phone tag
No case workers
No missed emails
No office hours
Just you and a persistence they'd never come across before
That's when you finally started seeing the ugly truth
You were the first person to see things from my perspective
They were lying to you
And when the lies stopped the silent treatment started
Your phone calls straight to voicemail
Voicemails that would only seldom be returned
But only returned with anger
Cursing you out for telling them how to raise their kid
For taking up the space
For bothering them when they were busy with things more important than me
Ill never forget the shock scribbled on your face when you hung up that last phone call you ever made to my mother
I sat there across from you at your desk with my arms folded across my chest
The words
I told you so
Hanging above us in the air
Maybe it was just a coincidence
Or maybe my parents had been planing it all along
But by the time you knew the whole truth it was too late
My 18th birthday had come just a tad bit to early and suddenly I wasn't anyone's problem but yours
But that didn't stop you
You didn't give up
You cared about me and I believed you
I trusted you
Everything started spilling out of me so fast you couldn't keep up
But you tired
You picked up the pace
Other family members
Hospital stays
Medication changes
Anything to try to get me stable
Happy
Safe
You went though it all with me
When I got kicked out my mother slammed the door in your face too
When I was sweating out the drugs in my system you were holding the towel
When I was living in my car you were parking next to me, bringing me food and every single day
You saw it all
Lived it all
You where there for every second of that horrible fucking year
We cried
Laughed
Screamed
Hugged
And forgot
We forgot
We forgot that I had come with a warning label
That I was sick in more ways than one
That the other people that came before you
That had sat alone with me behind closed office doors had all ended up hurt
That 2 restraining orders along with an aura of fear had caused more harm than good
There was a reason you were the only one there
I'd scared off everyone else
Anyone who tired to help me and got close to me was only feeding the demon inside of me that only felt satisfied by eating the fear in their eyes when I turned on them
The screams
The shock
The horror
I lived for it
I planned out everything
Just how bad could I get?
How many sacrifices would I have to make?
How many mind games could I play at once to make everything seem that much worse?
The longer the support continued, the better the fear was going to taste
You were going to be the tastiest one yet and the fidgeting in your office was from more than just anxiety
But then something magical happened
Something changed
Not only did you care about me
But I started to care about you
I stopped feeling happiness when I saw tears in your eyes
I felt the sadness
I stopped feeling excitement when you showed concern
I felt guilt
Without even knowing it you were slowly killing that awful fucking demon that had plagued my growth
The very thing that had stopped me from receiving the help that I so desperately needed was finally getting put to rest
But it didn't go down without a fight
It took control of my hands one last time
I gripped a blade in my right fist and caved all 9 letters of your full name into the length of my left thigh
I didn't mean for you to see it so soon
It was meant as a final blow
A hidden advantage when I needed it
But the blood and barely dried before you eyes perceived the demons final goodbye
And I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready to eat the fear
I wasn't hungry for it anymore
When it fell out of you I caught it with my bloodstained hands and tried to give it back
Rushing it back over to you like if it was outside of you too long it wouldn't go back in
But you wouldn't take it
You were too scared
Instead you fell into my arms and cried so hard I thought your spine was going to snap
I couldn't hold it
I couldn't hold on to the fear, your body, the blood, the tears, the guilt all at once
I fell to the floor
You came with me
And my vocabulary regressed to two singular words
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I was so sorry
And I was still sorry months later when you undressed me in a hotel bed and I tried to hide the demon scar with my hands
You weren't sorry though
In fact you wanted to see the damned thing
Pinning my arms to the mattress while you planted yourself over the raised tissue and brought yourself to orgasm right on top of it
That fucking screaming whining in my ear
You liked being a part of me
You liked being branded into me
You liked bring inside of me
But I wanted to be inside of you more
So I bit, licked, flipped, and fucked you until your screams of ecstasy buried themselves so deep in my brain that even a decade later they still keep me up at night
I know that I fucked up
Deep down I knew that demon never really died
It was just asleep and I had to protect you
But it awoke with a thunderers boom when I threatened your life
I know you saw it
And the fear didn't even taste good
It was stale and old
I spat it out onto your desk right in front of you and left you there to rot with it
Hoping that you'd sift though my leftovers and see the parts of yourself that woke the demon back up
But you didn't
In fact, I don't think you leaned anything from that experience at all
Cause if you had you wouldn't be sitting on my lap ten years later begging for something I refused to give you
Yeah I still love you
Yeah I'd still do just about anything for you
But the persistence
Kissing me
Holding me
Loving me
You're playing a dangerous game
You know the outcome
You know better than anyone the things that crawl around inside of me
Maybe your broken too
Maybe that's exactly what you want
Maybe you want the demon to come back and finish you off
You've been a hurt little doe stumbling around the woods for 10 years with a bullet hole in you that almost killed you
But not quite
And you just been waiting for me to come along and finish my kill
Too bad I don't have a gun anymore, huh
It's too late
I killed the demon myself
It's gone for real this time and I know its true because I've more than replaced you
And with more than one person
Every single one of them will tell you its gone
So if you're really out here trying to die
If you really want me to finish you off
You're going to have to get it from someone else
Or do like I did
Do the work
Get the help
Kill your own demon
I can't do it twice
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in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]
tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader
pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
word count: 1.8k
You glared at your reflection.
You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.
You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.
That was years ago.
It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.
Nothing worked.
Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.
It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.
The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.
If Fred saw you like this...
You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.
It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.
You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.
It was your deepest insecurity.
The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.
It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.
You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.
"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.
You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.
"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."
"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."
"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."
"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.
He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong, Fred."
He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.
You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"
"Both of them?"
You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.
"Y/N?"
"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.
He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."
You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.
He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.
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It got so bad you couldn't go to class.
Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.
NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.
What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.
Fucking badly.
You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.
Your stomach growled hungrily.
You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.
The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.
A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.
"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"
"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."
The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."
"Thank you," you said.
You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.
"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."
You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.
"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.
You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.
"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.
"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."
Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.
The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.
He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.
Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.
You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.
Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.
"Y/N," he said.
"Hi," you said.
"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"
"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.
He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.
"I..." you looked down at your hands.
A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.
"Well, are you hungry?"
You shook your head.
"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."
"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.
"I know."
You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.
"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."
Fred was stricken.
"I know it's - ugly."
"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."
"Fred, my face-"
"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.
"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.
"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.
"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."
"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.
Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.
He thought you were beautiful.
You smiled into his shirt.
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BORN SINNER III
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summary; Regardless of whether you are a liar or not, that didn’t make it okay for Jungkook to lie to you.
warnings; virgin jungkook, timid jungkook, church boy jk, a LOT of religious themes/discussion, catholic guilt, fear of sinning, mentions of masturbation, heavy doubts, a little paranoia/fear of being outcasted, jk has a crush, confessions, making out, boob lover jk has his boobs touched, groping/petting, light praise, very brief/light choking, jk is horny like 75% of the time, positive character development <3
rating; m (18+)
wc; 9.5k
banner; as always, by @jamaisjoons !! ty ty ty!! <3333
notes; i have to apologize for delaying this update for so long. truth is, it was difficult to write the next part bc i felt like i had trapped myself in pt2-- jk wasn't showing ANY progress & i started to really hate his character. LUCKILY, with the help of my amazing editor n wife @kigurumu *audience cheers* i was able to put him back on the right track towards redemption! (& even more painful angst in the future!) sadly, that means that this part doesn't include any explicit smut, you'll see why. still, I'm very proud of how much i was able to build his character in this part and i hope you enjoy it!!! lemme know what u think <3
in the future, i will try my best to make sure the chapters aren’t so spaced out. again, i am so so sorry about taking so long to update this series
He gets your text the following Tuesday morning.
Now, Jungkook has never been one to be overly invested in his cell phone; he uses it as much as he needs to, just checks his emails, takes some photos, and sends texts when necessary. But you had set up a particularly unique ringtone for yourself the other day, had sweetly asked for his phone as he laid against your chest. His skin had felt warm and the slightest bit sweaty, his body pressed so closely against you that he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. “Did you have fun?” you asked, fingers combing back his hair. He had hummed, eyes fluttering shut to the faint tapping of your fingers across the keyboard. If he closes his eyes, he can still remember the soft beating of your heart beneath his ear, the leg you had hooked around his waist to pull him closer. The memory makes him shiver.
It’s a high-pitched bell sound that alerts him of your messages now, completely unlike the classic default tone he had set for everyone else.
From the other side of his room, Jungkook immediately pauses to look at it, the lit up screen glaring back at him from its idle place on his bedside table. He always leaves it there in the mornings, beside his rosary and the picture of his family, as he gets ready for work.
He knows exactly who it’s from— after all, that’s what you wanted when you stylized your ringtone —which is why his hand trembles in excitement as he unlocks his phone.
[❤️]: picnic tomorrow? 🥰
[❤️]: after my last class of course
Jungkook’s first thought is that this was a date, his first one with you since he had met you. His heartbeat hammers at the thought, at the mere suggestion that the two of you would be able to spend more time together this week outside of your usual weekend… acts. Additionally, if you’re asking him on a date, then surely it means you view Jungkook as a potential suitor, just as he does you? Do you want to maybe date Jungkook? Jungkook certainly wants to date you— in fact, if he starts gathering his courage now, he might be able to properly ask you out tomorrow.
Jungkook’s second thought is of that guilty, gross feeling that’s been gnawing at his insides for three days now, and how it was inevitably going to get worse when he saw you again.
He had lied to you, Jungkook recalls, sinking down against his mattress, shirt half buttoned, as he stares at the screen. He had lied to your face during a critical moment, had felt that seed of doubt in his chest blossom more than ever. And not only had Jungkook lied to you, but he had lied to you about his feelings toward you. How could he ever hope to hold you close, to date you, when he couldn’t even be honest with you?
The memory of your curious gaze presents itself at the forefront of his mind, the soft sound of your laughter ringing in his ears.
You had been so sweet to him despite his blunder, had cupped his face and kissed him on the lips when he dropped you off outside your apartment. “Not today,” you crooned, unbuckling yourself as Jungkook’s eyes trailed over your throat— ignoring your cross —and down your chest. “I have schoolwork to catch up on. But soon, okay?” Another sweet peck had left him trailing after your touch, your finger bopping the tip of his nose playfully. “Call me when you get home.”
And because he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with you, Jungkook had done as you said and called you. He’d called you and then had whimpered against his sheets as you generously talked him through another sinful deed. You had softly sighed his name over the line, told him he was handsome and that you missed him. That you wanted him in your mouth—
And of course, he had felt… something afterwards.
This is where his dilemma begins: Jungkook had felt something afterwards, and he’s not sure if it had been entirely good or bad. The longer Jungkook stays around you, hangs out with you, does things with you— the more he can feel parts inside of himself change. Because after the phone call, Jungkook had felt two distinct emotions within himself, both of which were up for questioning.
First, there was that one feeling he was becoming all too familiar with, the crushing guilt that would consume him following any sexual interaction with you or himself for that matter. Why was he like this? Why did he indulge himself in such heinous pleasures when he knew, knew better than anyone, what committing such acts meant for the future of his soul? He was practically dooming himself the way he was now, but Jungkook just didn’t understand— why did something so bad feel so good?
But alongside that gnawing guilt was this tiny, weirdly pleasant satisfaction, a gratification that superseded the relief felt by an orgasm. It was this oddly serene feeling that settled over Jungkook in the moments following a climax, the soft brush of your hands through his hair, the low lilt of your voice. They made him feel like he was floating on the softest of clouds, kissed and pampered by its wispy tendrils. It made something inside of Jungkook feel different, new. Good.
(In the back of his mind, Jungkook realizes he’s always felt that way. At the height of his pleasure, at the faintest brush of your hands against his. It was a staple of your presence, one that made Jungkook feel like he was walking on air.)
From whatever angle he looked at it, it just didn’t make sense. They were contrasting emotions; while one made him feel godawful, the other one practically made him transcend. The fact they could coincide, exist all at once, had Jungkook’s brain folding in on itself as he tried to figure out why. They kept him up the last few nights, eyes blankly staring up at his ceiling following his evening prayers. Mulling over everything he’s ever learned and been told, always circling it back to your beautiful presence in his life.
He knows sex in itself is not bad— after all, that was how the beautiful process of life came to be —but years upon years of studying his religion, cultivating his faith, had all led him to the same conclusion: premarital sex was wrong. And for the past few weeks, well. That’s all Jungkook had been doing with you.
It seems like every time you meet, you’re dead set on pleasuring him, turning Jungkook into a shivering, teary-eyed mess while you grinned from above. That confused him too— as far as Jungkook knew, the whole point of sex was to chase after your own pleasure, something you admittedly did not do. It was always Jungkook’s pleasure, Jungkook’s enjoyment that you wanted, covering him in languid kisses and long caresses until he was inevitably shooting his hot cum all over your lap and into your hands.
You had told him it was okay, that he should never feel bad for enjoying himself. But, to return back to his original dilemma, he doesn’t quite know if he can trust your word.
You’re a liar, that much Jungkook can look past his rose-tinted glasses to admit. While you may not have lied to him (or at least, Jungkook wants to believe you haven’t), the fact still stands that you are quite willing to deceive others in order to get what you want. He already knows you aren’t the biggest believer of the Church yourself, that you frequently brush off your religious duties in order to fulfill your own desires— the aforementioned sexual cravings probably the biggest one —so, quite frankly, Jungkook is untrusting of the rest of your practices. Were you lying to him, telling him all was well, just for your own benefit? Just because you wanted to drag him along on your lustful adventures? He wasn’t sure, and as much as he wanted to trust you wouldn’t, there’s a shred of doubt that plagues him.
But still.
Regardless of whether you are a liar or not, that didn’t make it okay for Jungkook to lie to you.
He taps his phone against his chin, brain a frenzied mess.
If Jungkook really wanted to pursue this relationship with you, he needed to be honest with himself and with you. Did it bother him that you were so flippant with the Church, the one he himself feels so devoted to? Yes and no. Jungkook has never been one to impress his beliefs on others, and truthfully, he would not be the slightest bit bothered if you don’t believe in the same things he does. Would there be some awkwardness in your relationship? Certainly, but at least Jungkook would know the real you from the very beginning.
But to him, posing as an avid follower when you really aren’t rubs part of him the wrong way. He’s slightly put off by that aspect of you, and justifiably felt that anyone would feel such a way if someone were to use something they love as mere leverage for their own personal gain. And to make matters worse, now that he’s been made aware, it weighs down heavily on his conscience.
Part of Jungkook, as selfish as it may be, wishes you had never revealed your secrets to him. He may have been left in the dark a total fool, but at the very least he would have been a happy fool. Would he still feel guilt about all the sexual deeds he’s partaken in with you? Sure, but at least he would only have himself to blame. The way things are now, he’s unsure who really needs to be condemned.
Realistically, it is Jungkook’s fault. He knows how you are and even more, he knows you would never proposition him for any such sexual deed if he told you no, if he simply denied you. But he doesn’t tell you no, and that’s the problem: Jungkook really likes you as you are now, questionable behavior be damned. He likes you when you make him cry and when you pinch his cheeks and when you snake your hand down his pants.
He still thinks you’re amazing, gets this fluttery feeling when you look at him with that sparkling gaze of yours. Your laughter makes him smile, even if you’re not laughing at something he said, because the sound is just so comforting, warm and soothing, makes his entire body relax when you chuckle. You have this gentle touch, these delicate hands that carefully comb his hair back for him in the car sometimes, tracing the side of his face softly. Your smile makes him dizzy, makes him want to cup your face in his hands and kiss you breathless. And, of course, he can’t complain about your… other talents when he’s only been on the beneficial receiving end of said talents. That aforementioned satisfaction, as small as it may be and as difficult as it was to admit to, was something Jungkook has begun to look forward to on the occasions that you meet.
But his inability to overlook his own beliefs and your confusing nature brings about a great strife within Jungkook. It’s the reason he hesitates outside the church after dropping you off, his car running as he glares at his steering wheel. Everything in him says to go inside and confess to his sins, relieve himself of this overwhelming sense of guilt and shame to the closest person to his Lord.
But he’s scared.
Scared that, despite the oath of confidentiality, word will get out. His fellow brothers in faith will hear about what he’s done and call him out for his lecherousness. But even worse, he’s scared of what will happen to you. Would Jungkook’s life be over if he were thrown out of his beloved church? As dramatic as he may be, no. But he recognized that there were different standards to which men were held in this society, that an act of desire by him would not ruin his name the same way it would you.
And Jungkook didn’t want that. He wanted to keep you safe. Wanted you to be happy and smiling, regardless of how conflicted it made him, because he likes you. He likes you so much, despite the fact he has yet to uncover the true extent of your character.
But the cloud of mystery is partially what intrigues him, has him pondering over your very existence instead of getting ready for work as he is now. He’s terribly enamored, thinks about you and prays for you every night. So maybe Jungkook is still the fool, because he still daydreams about you when he knows he shouldn’t.
His phone buzzes in his hand—
[❤️]: i miss you bunny ☹️
—and his decision is made.
Tuesday passes by in a blur and before he knows it, it’s Wednesday afternoon and you’re texting him the location of one of the parks in the city. You had told him not to worry about the food because you would bring it. Jungkook’s only job was bringing the picnic blanket, a huge checkered thing he had spent all morning rifling through three stores for. He wants to impress you, desperately so, that he’s even wearing a nicer outfit today, darker tones unlike his normal warm palette because he had heard a woman at his job say men look cooler in dark colors.
Suffice to say, he sticks out like a sore thumb at the park, the stark black of his jeans contrasting with the vibrant green of the neatly cut grass. Jungkook has half the mind to feel self-conscious about it, but then you’re calling his name from a couple meters away and his breath leaves his lungs.
“Hi,” you greet, the handle of your wicker basket held tightly between two hands; Jungkook rushes to relieve you of the weight. “Did you wait long?” you ask, rewarding his gentlemanly behavior with a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth that kick-starts his heart back into action and has his face burning up.
In all honesty, you have never dressed very modestly— not that you had to, nor that there was anything remotely wrong with that. Jungkook has spent many a mass service fighting the urge to glance down the front of your dresses and tops, ignoring the cleavage you liked to show off now and then. But apparently, what Jungkook had seen up until now was your version of dressing modestly. The dress you show up with today, an off day where there are no church ladies to impress and no unspoken dress codes to follow, makes his brain short circuit. The thin, thin, straps that hold it up giving him an all access view to the broad expanse of your shoulders and chest and collarbones and boobs—
“No!” Jungkook rushes to reassure you, fighting down the blush that threatens to travel further down his neck when you carefully straighten out the collar of his shirt for him. “I- I, um, just got here.”
You beam at the news. “I bought cheesecake,” you tell him, looping your arm through his as you tug him along. “I hope it hasn’t melted yet!”
By the time the two of you settle at a suitable spot near the lake, the cheesecake hasn’t melted. It’s still cold and solid, tastes like heaven on Jungkook’s tongue, and you laugh when his eyes light up. You look gorgeous like this, nestled against the checkered picnic blanket with a glass bottle of sparkling water in your hand, sandals just beside the edge of the blanket. There’s the faint chime of a bicycle bell somewhere to his left and the chatter of birds as they flock over the pond. Wonderful sights that would normally take his breath away and make him marvel at their beauty, but when you smile at him so gingerly like that, all Jungkook can think about is you.
He watches you slip a strawberry past your lips. “Tell me about yourself,” you hum, seemingly out of the blue, wiping the corner of your mouth with one careful finger. “Other than, like, church stuff,” you tease.
As you lean forward for another one, Jungkook’s brain stutters for a moment, eyes focused on the curves of your boobs as they naturally follow the movements of your upper body until he’s dizzy. “Huh?” he says, and you snort. “Oh— me, right, yes um—“
“Your favorite color?” you suggest, tugging the skirt of your dress tighter around your legs. It’s not cold, but there’s a slight breeze that keeps rolling over the two of you, pushing your floral scent over Jungkook and fluttering through his hair. “Right now, all I know is that you like cheesecake because you ate three slices at the bazaar the other week,” you chuckle.
It’s such a basic question, the bare minimum of knowing a person. But when you look at Jungkook like that, blinking those long lashes at him, it makes him forget his answer. “Um… Red,” he murmurs, watching you tug off the stem of the strawberry in your hands. “And white.”
You nod, and then you’re stretching a hand outward to offer him the aforementioned strawberry. When he doesn’t open his mouth right away, you silently demonstrate first, until Jungkook is slowly parting his lips and accepting your strawberry. The flavor bursts on his tongue, sweet and sticky, coating the very tips of your fingers when you don’t pull away fast enough. Jungkook averts his gaze when you pop them between your own lips and suck them clean.
“Red and white,” you repeat, unaware of the lustful images that flicker through Jungkook’s mind, the way his eyes unconsciously drop to the front of your dress, at the crevice between your breasts that he remembers oh so well, the tight suction around his cock as you— “They make pink, which is my favorite color.” He desperately clears his mind of the memories that flash before his eyes.
It’s a pretty color, fit for a pretty girl. Jungkook keeps the thought to himself as he watches you sift through the contents of your basket. It’s the perfect compliment to give you, he knows it’d make you happy, but his valor disappears when you throw him a soft grin and he’s transported back to a more recent memory, the memory in the car instead.
A bad influence, he had called you, had watched your eyes well up with an emotion he had never seen on you before. Sadness? Disappointment? Disgust? He wasn’t sure, all Jungkook could really remember was the acidity on your tongue when you had repeated the words back to him, the ghost of your touch when you had abruptly pulled away from him, shut him out. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so closed off before, not even when he had first met you and you were parading around with that staged shyness.
And even when Jungkook had corrected himself afterwards (read: lied to you to cover his tracks), the emotion had lingered. Even when you had playfully brushed him off, he had caught your reflection in the window beside you as he drove to your place. The sullen look on your normally happy face, lips down-turned, eyes lowered. A look he had put there.
And now he’s watching you carefully rip apart bread to throw at the birds with a tender smile. A cloud moves and suddenly the sun is beating down on your little picnic again, casting a beautiful glow across your skin that renders him breathless for the shortest moment, trapped by the sheer beauty you exude. You’re absolutely ethereal, and yet he had questioned you. Your morals, your character, everything.
“__?” he says before he can stop himself.
You hum, “yes, bunny?” before pausing your little feeding task to glance back over at him. When you look at Jungkook like this, meet his gaze straight on, he doesn’t see an ounce of ingenuity in your eyes. It might be Jungkook’s lovesick heart speaking, but he can’t imagine you ever lying to him. He looks away first, frowning at the various fruits sprawled between the two of you.
You care about him, that much Jungkook wants to believe. And his beliefs are confirmed, when your voice drops an octave lower, becomes softer, as you murmur, “is everything alright?” The fruits are carefully set aside, breaking the wall between the two of you until you can shuffle forward, your knees bumping against his. Hands reach for his, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against his skin.
Before you can repeat your inquiry a second time, Jungkook finds himself asking, “do you like me?”
Jungkook’s sudden inquiry makes your cheeks heat up just the slightest, your startled inhale barely contained.
It’s like a scene straight out of a teenage romcom— a confession in a park, your hearts bared for each other. But it’s a little awkward, you have to admit, unintentionally giving Jungkook’s soft hand a nervous squeeze as his question rolls over in your mind.
Duh, you want to say. But there’s something about the look in Jungkook’s eye— the eyes he very purposefully turns towards your hands, the hair he had let loose today providing him ample protection from your gaze —that has you pausing, carefully considering your next words.
You had hoped by now that it was obvious, that Jungkook understood how much he meant to you, and didn’t require some dorky confession in the park. Partially because, well. This wasn’t your usual role. Usually, it was the guy confessing to you, raving about all your redeeming qualities in an effort to win you over. But with Jungkook, all you know about relationships is flipped upside down, forcing you to play a position you’ve never played before.
Jungkook wasn’t like you; he was soft and sentimental, practically wore his heart on his sleeve for the whole world to see. And it was a massive heart, filled with so much love and adoration for the world around him, that you felt bad when he wore such sullen expressions on his face.
Expressions like the one he has now, lips pressed together tightly as he misreads your silence. He has honest eyes, a dark toffee color that sends tingles down your spine when he looks your way. They glimmer with a sort of innocence for the world, a thin sparkle that makes him look like a prince sometimes. He was devastatingly handsome, and now he was upset. “Um— it’s okay,” he stammers, trying to move the conversation along. But his eyes flicker around nervously, anxiously. Like your silence has left a burn mark on him, painful and delicate to the touch.
His comment isn’t completely unexpected. How very on-brand for big-hearted Jungkook to try to save you from an uncomfortable interaction, even if it was caused by him. “Um…” he murmurs, “it’s okay. If you don’t, uh. Like me?”
It sounds flimsy, even to you.
“No, no,” you rush to correct, your ability to speak slowly coming back to you only after the fact. “I do,” you admit, nerves on edge at this rather foreign situation. “I… like you a lot, Jungkook.”
You shouldn’t be surprised by his reaction. Jungkook blinks slowly, like his brain is still processing the information, and then, ever so artfully, goes up in metaphorical flames. “O- Oh,” he stutters, reaching a free hand up to press his knuckles against his face. The rosy hue that had first blossomed over his cheeks has now started crawling down his neck now, up his ears. It’s terribly endearing. “I— um. I didn’t know,” Jungkook rambles, and it’s so cute, so sweet, how a simple confession from you renders him this flustered.
His face emanates a warmth tangible even on your own skin, lips cutely quirking to the side as he fights off a bashful smile and the raging blush your words bring about. It certainly is a sight to see. His hair tickles his eyebrow, swept out of its usually neat style, but it makes him look all the more gorgeous. “Cute,” you chuckle, feeling the slightest bit shy at such a warm response from Jungkook. You sit back, giving him the space he needs, and turn your attention up at the big blue sky instead. “Really? I thought it was obvious,” you hum.
Part of you actually feels really awkward; as you said before, everything is so brand new with him. With Jungkook, he flips everything around for you, makes you actually admit to your emotions as opposed to simply going along with his. It’s a nice change of pace, as difficult as it may be, and the results are rather… cute as well. (He bites down a smile, but the action makes his normally soft cheeks look more pronounced than usual.)
“Because, I, um. Me too,” he says, voice wavering. He clears his throat and tries to meet your gaze under his fringe, but doesn’t last more than a second before he’s pointedly glancing at the picnic blanket beneath the two of you. “I’m— I like you too,” he admits, ears tinted a bright red. You figured as much but it was always nice to hear, especially from someone like Jungkook. “A lot.”
“Thanks,” you smile, placing a hand on his thigh.
His lips pull into a shy smile, aimed at your knees because he can never look you in the eye when you shower him in praise and other gooey, mushy feelings. It’s the same in the car or against your front door— he always manages to give your hand a tight squeeze, maybe even a kiss if he’s feeling brave. But the second you try to tell him you’ve had fun or that you’ll miss him, it’s like all his courage fades away, leaving him a blushing, smiley mess.
He was cute like that. Despite being so kind and caring, it was like Jungkook’s entire being stopped functioning when those types of gestures were aimed at him. So you relished those moments, looked forward to them with a fluttery feeling in your heart that couldn’t be tamed.
Today, he throws you for a loop. Just as that proud, giddy smile appears, cheeks and ears a pretty pink, it fades away. The excitement from your mutual confessions seems to remind Jungkook of something else, something less warm, that has him quietly mumbling, “I’m sorry.”
It’s confusing, to say the least. Just a moment prior, he had been pursing his lips in a silly attempt to hold back a smile. Now he’s staring at the ground with a rather pensive look, his apology sitting heavy in his throat. “What for?” you tentatively ask after one long beat. It had been so sudden. In your mind, there isn’t a single reason for Jungkook to be apologizing to you, especially so out of the blue. There is, however, an inkling of fear brought upon by what can only be classified as insecurity; you had just confessed your feelings for each other, why was he sorry about that?
Jungkook exhales, a quiet sound that is nearly lost among the bustling noises of the park. If you hadn’t been sitting so close, maybe you wouldn’t have heard it at all. “I just,” he huffs, pointedly glaring at some random spot of grass beside you. His features look sharper than ever now, jawline defined, brows narrowed together. It’s a rather misplaced realization, but Jungkook looks absolutely gorgeous with distress painting his face. “I was… being selfish before.”
In the few weeks you’ve known him, you’ve come to realize Jungkook was many things. First and foremost, he’s an absolute gentleman. Raised on manners and compassion, looking after others everywhere he went. He was caring and sweet, loved this world and the people in it so much. Soft-spoken but straightforward. He was dreamy, disgustingly so.
But selfish? It definitely sounds like something Jeon Jungkook is not.
Before you can interrogate him even further, it seems like Jungkook is dead set on getting through this alone. “I- I’m sorry,” he repeats, eyes downcast. Noticing his wavering confidence, you resign yourself to listening, hand giving him a reassuring squeeze. Finally, after a short moment, Jungkook murmurs, “...in the car.” You tilt your head to the side curiously, waiting for him to go on. “I said, um. Something rude.”
It takes a moment for the memory to load, and when it finally clicks into place and begins rolling, you find yourself muttering a faint, “ah.”
If it’s what you think it is, he’s talking about last weekend outside of the church. That terribly awkward encounter that had left a sour taste in your mouth afterwards. A bad influence, you recall him saying, the memory of his voice looped in your mind the entire drive to your place.
In all honesty, it had stung a little. While you were aware that Jungkook had an ongoing mental battle, you hadn’t realized your role was that big in it. It’s the reason you had sent him home that day, made up a lie about schoolwork just to give him some space. It’s nothing new, everyone’s had someone think badly of them before; gossipy classmates, rivals, maybe even random strangers on the street. But it felt different when it was coming from someone as sweet as Jungkook, so polite and righteous, who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Like he was stating a fact, not an opinion.
It was a slip-up on Jungkook’s end, that much you could tell. Because he had been frantic to correct himself afterwards, had looked at you with these fearful eyes, like one wrong move and you’d slip from between his hands. Luckily, you weren’t that sensitive— definitely not as sensitive as him, at least —and such a comment had been practically meaningless moments later.
Still, in those few moments where it was meaningful (read: the short period it took for Jungkook to get home and call you, the words looping around your brain until the harsh ring of your cell phone finally interrupted), it had left you wondering. Have you been pushing him too far, asking for too much? The way you saw it, you always gave Jungkook room to object to any of your advances. You know he’s trapped in his thoughts more often than not, but you pay attention to him, you really do. You make sure to take his reactions into account, try to offer solutions where possible. But, for the briefest moment, all of those efforts had felt fruitless that day in the car.
What you say next is not a complete lie; sure, Jungkook’s comment had hurt for a bit, but here he was now apologizing for it. That was a good sign… right? “It’s okay,” you brush off, patting his cheek softly, hoping with every fiber in your being that it really was okay.
Your voice is gentle, soothing his doubts. Just moments prior, Jungkook had felt like he was asking for too much, especially when your feelings toward him were up in the air. But your earnest confession soothed the ache in his heart. It’s all he’s wanted these past few months, to belong in your heart like you do his.
But the guilt from before, the tumultuous feelings he’s been harboring towards you since the weekend, dampens his excitement. From your confession alone, it doesn’t seem like you questioned Jungkook. You weren’t put off by who he was, what he loved. So why couldn’t Jungkook be like you, think like you?
“I’m still sorry,” he says again, feeling like a broken record when he catches this sympathetic smile on your face. The scraps of eloquence he had gathered while originally apologizing seem to fade away, leave him a stuttering mess when he tries again. “That was— I shouldn’t have said—“
“Hey,” you cut off, placing a hand against his cheek. It stops his fidgeting, forces him to meet your gaze head on. There’s a smile on your face but something inside of Jungkook says it doesn’t feel real. “I like you, Jungkook.”
And it’s true and genuine, your words so honest it pains him to think he had ever thought otherwise. And you’re still smiling, even after being hit with the implication that Jungkook questioned your character and maybe that’s what hurts the most. That you still try to put on an easygoing expression for him after he’s said something hurtful. It’s the car all over again, that blank look in your eyes when he had spoken carelessly.
Before he can apologize for the umpteenth time, you’re shaking your head softly, smiling anew. But this time, he can’t tell if it’s real or not. “I brought orange juice,” you say, expertly moving the conversation along. And just as Jungkook has been thinking for weeks now, it’s like you know him so well. You know when things make him anxious or uncomfortable, know just how to help him out.
There’s a feeling of guilt that blossoms in his chest, but this time it’s different.
It’s not the usual sticky gross feeling of before, the one that has him staying up at night repenting for all his wrongdoings. It’s a personal kind of guilt that comes along with the frank realization that, while you have been learning and adapting to being around Jungkook, he has not been doing the same for you.
Though you may be a little playful at times, you don’t tease him for who he is, don’t stomp all over his beliefs as much as he deluded himself into thinking you do. (That whole, faux-believer thing was a different circumstance.) Like with the cross in his house the other day. As much as Jungkook wanted to believe what you had done was evil, he had, quite honestly, enjoyed himself afterwards. There wasn’t that heavy discomfort sitting on his chest anymore, that sense of shame lingering as you’d kissed his body and let him caress yours too, in the safety of your eyes only. It was enjoyable and fun, had felt exhilarating to be so intimate with you.
And instead of being thankful for your mindful efforts, he had questioned your sincerity.
The picnic goes by in a flash. Jungkook is sad he can’t enjoy it to the fullest, his brain filled with clamorous thoughts that circled around to torture him every few minutes. Still, the entire date feels like a dream, vibrant and beautiful, leaving him in a daze. He doesn’t want to wake up.
By the time you suggest wrapping up, the sun is setting over the horizon, the windows and lights of the buildings around you slowly flickering to life like a sea of tiny stars. He feels weak in the knees as he helps you pack everything back in your basket. “All set,” you smile, walking beside him, knuckles brushing against his until you fulfill Jungkook’s wordless wish and slip your hand into his.
Jungkook agrees, hoping his hand isn’t sweaty and that you mean what you say. “I- I liked the food,” he remembers to mention, the fact that you had so carefully and lovingly prepared all this not entirely lost on him. His compliment, as simple as it may be, has you beaming at him as you exit through the park’s front gates. His car is parked along the street, the sleek vehicle coming into view as you round the street corner, hands still fastened. “Um,” he mumbles, pausing beside it. You turn to face him, eyes clear and content.
All good things come to an end, he supposes, reluctantly letting go of your hand when you tug. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” you say, stepping up close, chest pressed against his. His breath hitched in his throat, eyes going wide when you nuzzle against his neck. Your hands slip around his waist. They wrap around him perfectly, make Jungkook feel like he was made for you.
By the time he’s springing into action, jerkily raising his free hand up to your back, you’re stepping away. “Call me when you get home,” you wink, sending shivers down his spine when he remembers what happened the last time you said that.
But Jungkook doesn’t think he can wait that long.
You’re slipping further and further away, fingertips just barely brushing against his forearm, when Jungkook jolts into action. “How are you, um—“ he stammers, feels too big for his shoes when you tilt your head curiously. And then, “d- do you need a ride?” he mumbles, cheeks warm.
It’s a feeble attempt at asking what he really wants. Offering you a ride home, while not a bad idea considering it was late and you had taken the bus here, is nowhere near what Jungkook really wants. What he wants is standing before him, thin spaghetti strap slipping down their shoulder, eyes sensually half-lidded and you know this too— because, again, you know Jungkook so well, know what he wants even if he can’t say it —as you step into his bubble again, peer up at him with your arms held behind your back.
“A ride home?” you ask, blinking your long lashes in a way that robs him of his breath. And he can see that switch flick on inside of you, watches that pure and innocent gleam in your eyes slowly become replaced with something mischievous. Jungkook nods dumbly. “I’d love that.”
Jungkook blinks. “Great,” he chokes out, neatly dropping the wicker basket in his hands. In a way, it brings him back down to reality, lets him snap away from your hypnotizing gaze as he reaches for the keys in his pocket. “Let me— I just have to— yeah,” he stammers, clicking the button on his car keys one too many times, has it perkily beeping. Your lips press together into an amused smile, the last thing Jungkook sees before ripping himself away from you and yanking the back door open.
He nearly throws the basket in like a madman, glassware be damned. It’s his last shred of rationality that tells him not to, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge as he steps up to the edge of the sidewalk and carefully places it on the floor behind the passenger’s seat.
When Jungkook rises back up, there is a hand that brushes against his forearm, a gentle touch that has him throwing a curious glance your way. He’s not expecting to be so entranced by the dreamy look in your eyes, feet glued to the ground as you trail your hand down, catching his wrist between your fingers. You’re standing so close, making Jungkook feel like he’s trapped between you and his own car. His entire body is on edge when you lean in, placing a soft kiss against the very corner of his mouth. It leaves a tingling sensation, and accompanied with the growing warmth beneath his skin, feels like he’s been burned. “I had fun,” you murmur, voice low. It sends a shock of electricity down his spine, a wave of exhilaration that has him fully turning to face you as you eventually step away, that same playful grin on your features again.
A surge of confidence and greed overcomes him, has him stepping forward into your space despite the nervousness that builds within him. There’s a hint of surprise in your eyes that you quickly mask, placating his bumbling nerves with a delicate hand placed over his heart. He can’t breathe when you lean in, softly humming, “kiss me?”
Jungkook’s lower lip wobbles. “O- Okay,” he concedes, voice but an airy whisper that is soon swallowed up. You taste like fruit and orange juice, remnants of your picnic clinging to your lips as you slowly consume Jungkook’s entire attention with this soft brush alone. It’s a rather short affair, one that ends all too soon when you pull away with a soft sigh against his lips.
Your smile is so pretty when you angle it at him, has him taking one jerky step backwards. His back hits the car, feels trapped. But he isn’t scared, doesn’t find himself anxiously awaiting your next move. “Good boy,” you purr, reaching one graceful hand forward, playfully tugging at his tie, wrapping it around your knuckles as you use it as leverage to pull him close again.
You’re just so pretty, Jungkook has always thought so. From the moment he first met you until now, there is something about you—a glint in your eyes, a quirk to your lips—that has had him under your spell for weeks now.
Had Jungkook seriously despised you and your ethics, perhaps this feeling would have gone away. But the fact of the matter is that you make Jungkook’s heart hammer dangerously in his chest, a shot of adrenaline through his veins when you look at him with those low-lidded eyes, touch him with those experienced hands. He wants you so bad, even after all he’s learned, all he’s seen. He wants you over him and under him, pressed against him from head to toe. He wants and he wants, and he knows it’s bad to want so much, to be so greedy. But with you around, Jungkook finds himself giving into that greed, clutching at it like a lifeline. “We can, um—,” he stammers, placing one uncertain hand against the top of the door frame beside him. You raise your brows, egging him on yet patiently waiting all at once.
Your gaze is so strong, and it’s in moments like these that Jungkook feels that feeling crawl up his throat. A serpentine gaze, a sticky sweet tongue. Everything he’s ever known says it’s wrong, but his heart and your confession says otherwise. He looks away, throws a bashful glance at the plush leather seats behind him. “In… inside?”
And the offer has you positively beaming before him, that same flirtatious shimmer in your irises doubling at the words that roll off his tongue. “Oh my,” you swoon playfully, stepping back to, Jungkook assumes, allow him to get in.
He plops down, feels like he would break out in a sweat if the evening temperature wasn’t so cool. The car’s interior blends into the shadows, his clothing practically indiscernible against the dark shade of the seats. A stark contrast to the pretty floral dress that suddenly spills itself over his lap when you climb in, the door tugged shut beside the two of you. All is silent, your thighs over his, hands on his shoulders. “Hi, bunny,” you murmur, lips pulled into a smirk, provocative yet playful, like you know something that Jungkook doesn’t.
Jungkook’s throat feels dry but he still manages to gulp. He’s drowning in your perfume and your body lotion, in the faint smell of the outdoors clinging to your clothes and your hair, the absolutely heavenly scent of just you in your entirety. “Hi,” he whispers back, voice lost beneath the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears. And his quiet greeting is rewarded with two soft hands that crawl up his neck, cupping his face in their palms.
“You were so sweet today,” you purr, nose nudging against his when you finally lean in, pressing your breasts against Jungkook. A tiny gasp catches in his throat, his hands instinctively going to your waist. “Can I kiss you again?”
Jungkook has never wanted anything more. “Please,” he exhales, feeling like he’ll explode if you don’t kiss him soon. You take his request in stride, jut your face forward just the slightest bit until your mouth is pressed firmly against his, the movement of your lips a practiced rhythm that he just can’t seem to master. He still tries his best, puckers his lips when he feels it’s right, tilts his head when you urge him with a soft nudge. He tries his best and hopes it’s enough.
By now, Jungkook has come to understand that there is a pattern to your kisses. You always start off slow and relaxed, mouth languidly moving against his as you lure him across a tightrope of anticipation. They gradually become more intense, pulling out whimpers and sighs from Jungkook that he had never known were possible. It’s a carefully crafted art form, the tongue that slides out from between your pillowy lips, dips into his own mouth with a giggly pant. “Good boy,” you hum in between, hands burying themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Always so good.”
Jungkook shudders when you eventually part, can’t catch his breath fast enough before you’re reaching for the buttons on the front of his shirt, easily undoing the casual tie too. “Relax,” you tell him, bypassing his lips for the warm expanse of skin just below. You kiss over his chin, down his neck, as your hands crawl beneath his shirt and around his naked waist.
He’s ticklish, and when you brush against his ribs, he unwillingly releases a sharp huff of laughter. It’s followed by a wide-eyed look of embarrassment, cheeks a warm hue when you lean back in surprise at this new bit of information. “I— sorry,” he blurts out, because he doesn’t know proper make-out etiquette, doesn’t know anything really, except what you’ve shown him.
But the sound makes you snort, looking at him with this gaze that drips with honey. “So cute,” you tell him, placing a chaste kiss against his lips, before disappearing back down to lavish his throat with filthier kisses. And with you laving your tongue across his skin, biting at every inch available, Jungkook is left to fuzzily stare over the crystal clear windshield. He’s struck with the faint realization that if someone were to look hard enough, they would see him through the tinted glass as he fell apart into the hands of a pretty girl.
The soft smack of your lips against his skin is sensual, makes every hair on his body stand stiff. Your lips trail down the column of his neck, placing a bruising kiss at the juncture where it meets the rest of his body. “Oh,” he sighs, eyelids fluttering when a hand squeezes at his chest, thumb against his nipple.
Another muffled giggle pressed against the base of his neck, and when Jungkook focuses his eyes again, he catches his own gaze in the rearview mirror.
The sight of him is… weird to say the least.
Even in the dark, his lips look thoroughly debauched, puffier and redder than usual, slick with saliva that isn’t entirely his. He doesn’t tell himself to, but his mirrored counterpart peeks his tongue out, runs it along his top lip sinfully. Startled by his own appearance, Jungkook jolts in place, feeling you shift in his lap with a soft little whine. “Bunny,” you frown, and Jungkook watches your side profile in the tiny mirror as you sit back up, press your lips against his ear. “Sit still for me,” you tell him, hand slithering up his chest, around his throat. Over his Adam’s apple, squeezing just the slightest. It’s not tight, but it knocks the air out of his lungs when he sees the action mirrored back at him on the reflective surface.
That familiar guilt sticks in his throat, evident when your hand slips away and he swallows harshly, the protrusion just beneath his skin bobbing up and down.
In the back of Jungkook’s mind, he can recall the religious story that surrounded this bodily feature; a sin and the consequence. A garden and a fruit, a beautiful woman by his side.
Your hand creeps down between your bodies, palming over his quickly fattening cock, and Jungkook swears he sees stars, a strained whimper escaping from his lips that you giggle at. “Oh my,” he huffs, clutching at the skirt of your dress. You nuzzle close again, pressing a tender kiss against the side of his neck.
Your hands are so soft and sweet, brushing over his cock like you’re simply caressing him out of adoration and not because you want him to cum, staining his seats and your dress. Either way, Jungkook can’t even begin to imagine what you must be thinking; before the date and his confession, he had been afraid that you would discard him. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t what you wanted, maybe he wasn’t what you needed. You were so confident in yourself and your actions, a stark contrast to Jungkook and his constant uncertainty, his fear of doing the wrong thing plaguing him at all hours of the day.
Even now, with your hands expertly tugging his zipper down, he finds himself going back to that story. That apple in the garden, the consequences it had hailed. Never mind the fact you’re on top of him, claiming to like him, with your hands touching every inch of his skin. He keeps looping back to that Biblical verse instead, thinks about it when your fingers meanly let the elastic band of his briefs snap against his skin. “Ouch,” he flinches, voice a soft whine. He turns too quickly and too suddenly, nose bumping against yours because you’re still so close.
You smile, puckering your lips for the lightest of kisses. It’s the little things like that that make Jungkook’s entire thought process stall, distantly aware of the fact that it’s, like always, you leading the majority of your encounters once again. Even during your picnic, it had been you who had practically held his hand as you navigated through basic information, asked for his favorite color and his favorite drink. Had it not been for your own proactive tendencies, Jungkook fears he would have never known your favorite color was pink or your favorite day of the week was Thursday.
It’s a fact that makes him pause, jaw tightening as he once again realizes how little effort he was putting into knowing you. For someone who claimed to like you a lot, he rarely did the work to prove it. Even now, he’s too unsure of who he is and who you are to indulge you properly, instead watching you lead the scene as usual. Before he can stop himself, a sigh is escaping his lips.
It must convey his emotions perfectly, because it’s enough to make your wandering hands pause by his waist. “Everything okay?” you ask, always knowing what he’s feeling. And it sucks that he couldn’t say the same for himself.
“N— Yes,” he rushes to say, looking up at you with round eyes, the moonlight painting half of your face a paler color than usual, the other side shrouded in darkness. It makes your eyes look darker, makes Jungkook gulp loudly when you turn those inquisitive eyes on him.
His answer doesn’t seem to convince you, and it’s with little to no hesitation that you sit back. It puts a distance between the two of you that Jungkook can’t say he’s a fan of. “Jungkook,” you say, voice stern yet warm, one hand reaching up to brush your knuckles against his cheek. “Tell me what’s bothering you?”
It makes Jungkook nervous. He knows he thinks too much. Part of him fears that oversharing with you will drive you away, put you even farther than you are now. Maybe next time it’ll be a room’s length away, a football field’s length away. And he doesn’t want that; he wants to hold you close, he really does. But there are traditions he carries and beliefs he holds dearly that make it hard for him to do so, as much as it pains him.
The only reason he knows he’s frowning is because you press your pointer finger against the corner of his mouth. You lean in close, nose bumping against his. It sends your scent billowing over him, makes him dizzy when he becomes aware of the hand he’s got on your bare thigh, the rumpled skirt of your dress pushed away. “Talk to me, bunny,” you murmur. You don’t make a move to kiss him, a fact that Jungkook feels both grateful and disheartened by. “Please?”
And he can’t deny you, not when you ask so nicely. You have this metaphorical grip on Jungkook, a tight hold around his throat that has made him act impulsively these past few weeks, desperate to be with you, to please you. Even now, despite how much he wants to withhold his thoughts, he finds himself quietly admitting them instead. “I want to know you,” he mumbles, unable to meet your eye. You don’t push him to. “I really, um. I like you, __. A lot.” It’s a repetition of his earlier confession. And still, it makes him nervous. A thumb brushes against his cheekbone, encouraging him to meet your solemn gaze even if it means being a blushing mess afterwards. “Before we, uh, do… things.”
His words may be choppy and incoherent, but you understand him all the same. “You want to go out some more,” you clarify, removing your hand from his cheek. The phantom trail of your fingertips on his skin remains, feels colder when you lean away to allow him some more space.
Jungkook nods quickly, hoping this rush of adrenaline might help him through this. He bites down on his lower lip, carefully analyzing your expression for any signs of disbelief or disgust. But all he sees is understanding, a cool expression that makes Jungkook’s heart thunder. “I…,” he says, glancing down at where he’s still got his hand on your naked skin. Something inside of him tells him to rub his thumb across it, an action he doesn’t think through until he hears a sharp inhale, watches goosebumps rise over the skin. “I’m sorry,” he rushes out, snatching his hand away before he can do something else of a similar sort. “I- I just—“ said hand now waves around wildly beside him “—I really like you, as a, um— uh. A person. And I—“ and this is where he becomes aware of his unbuttoned shirt and the way you’ve got your pretty pussy pressed against his thigh now “—I, um. I want to know me— I mean, you —better? More? Like—“
His embarrassing babbling is cut off with a gentle kiss to his lips. No tongue, no saliva. Just soft lips against his, a delicate hand against his shoulders. When you pull away, Jungkook unconsciously trails after the touch, eyes half-lidded and in a daze when you place a palm on his chest. “I got it,” you say, lips quirking into a tiny smile. “I want to know more about you too, bunny,” you admit, reaching for the front of his shirt. He watches on with flushed cheeks as you slowly button it up for him, finishing it off with a playful tap against the underside of his chin.
You glance out of the window thoughtfully. Jungkook is suddenly reminded of how pretty you are, your skin practically glimmering under the pale moonlight. It catches on your necklace, a thin chain with a cross on the end. If he focuses his eyes behind you, his own reflection stares back once more. Jungkook’s entire body threatens to lock up tightly, but a single kiss on the cheek from you interrupts the process. “Do you wanna date?” you ask, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Jungkook can’t agree fast enough. “I— yes,” he gasps, leaning forward too suddenly. It makes you flinch back in surprise, back pressing up against the driver’s seat behind you in surprise. You wouldn’t have fallen or anything, but Jungkook reacts like it was a serious possibility anyway, grasping at your waist and pulling you snug against him, soft thighs sandwiching his tiny waist. “Oh, God,” he frets, immediately moving to release you.
But you catch him with two arms thrown around his neck, pulling Jungkook close to you for another kiss. Deeper and… meaningful, your satiny lips carefully slotted against his. While it surprises him at first, Jungkook finds himself melting into it soon enough. This was okay, he tells himself, and for the first time in a few weeks, he finds himself believing it.
It was just kissing— intimate yet appropriate kissing —between two people who were seeing each other. Him, properly seeing you. His heart threatens to burst out of its cage for a second. It’s the first time since he’s met you that he can fully say he hadn’t felt nervous about his actions, hadn’t felt like he was committing some grave sin for chasing after your touch. It was just a kiss, simple and sweet, making both of you smile bashfully when you eventually pull away. There was no lying and no guilt, no tears and no stress.
It felt good.
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The reader is giving me Senju Kawaragi and Imaushi Wakasa vibes 👍 I'm not totally sure if what I've written is what you had in mind but it's what I had interpreted the request as
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Mikey, Draken, Takemichi, Mitsuya with a silent m!reader
TW: mentions of violence, fighting
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Mikey
Mikey was used to how silent you could be. You had never been any different. People even knew you under the nickname of 'Ghost Boy'.
Mikey hardly knew anything about you that you hadn't told him directly. No-one even knew your last name unless they had asked you about what it was.
Even though he was your boyfriend, Mikey still could not tell when you were approaching. It was almost as if you floated rather than walked like everyone else. He had noted that you didn't seem to talk a lot, even when you were both alone.
You also seemed to react to things a lot faster to how most middle school boys you age did. In fact, you were hard to hit in a fight which had made Mikey a little suspicious that you weren't just a simple middle schooler. In fact, if he hadn't known any better, he would have said you were a member of a gang. After all, you rivalled him in reaction time.
At school, people knew you as the leader of a gang of friends who were just like you. Even though students at your school thought you were all a gang, none of you clarified whether you were or not. It remained a mystery to everyone.
Mikey knew about your little group. At one point he even thought you were leading your own gang. Especially when he had caught you and your group fighting against a gang that had cornered you all. Some questions had been answered while more arose in their place. Like how could move that fast? And how did you kicks knock out someone twice your size? It seemed like the whole group were on your level. None of you seemed to be human in your movements.
All of what he saw had made his curiosity about you grow all the more. After all, you were both in a relationship and he hardly knew you if this was anything to go off.
Definitely the boyfriend who would compliment you after the fight, telling you how cool you looked and how you should join Toman. Although you would refuse to join his gang, it didn't stop you two from sparring every now and then. The current standing was 50 wins for you to his 54.
Draken
Draken was no different from anyone else when it came to how silent your approach was. In fact, he had almost experienced a heart attack every week when you had snuck up on him. Not that you tried to sneak up on him.
How you two had gotten together was a mystery that no-one could solve. You were just so different from each other. Draken was loud, bold and everyone felt his presence when he entered the room. You however were reserved, quiet and no-one noticed you until it was too late. No-one could sneak up on you though as your reactions to any movement were too quick. There was one time where you had accidentally punched someone who approached you from behind with their hand outstretched.
Your boyfriend had always stated that you should join Toman since you were able to sneak up on others and that is a great quality for fights. Even if you weren't physically strong. You simply refused, not wanting to be placed where others could potentially treat you different because you were dating their Vice Captain. Although there were rumours that you were in a gang with your friends but no one knew since you never agreed or denied.
It was as if fate had told him to head to the supermarket that one night. He was just rounding the corner when he could hear what sounded like a fight. Curiosity got the best of him as he went to watch the commotion that was happening.
To his surprise, he watched as his boyfriend had flipped his opponent onto his back with a swift kick to the side of the head following after. Blood had stained your boot as you moved to take down the others. Your friends were just as swift with their fighting partner and in no time at all the gang was lying unconscious.
"Didn't realise you were in a gang Y/N," Draken called out as he approached you. Maybe that is why you never agreed to join Toman. You however just ignored the statement since it was neither truth or lie, and instead asked what your tall boyfriend was doing out and about.
Maybe it was the way you dodged the topic but Ken found himself wanting to learn more about this side of you. Were you always out fighting or was it only when people would approach you? Did you take advantage of your silent nature when fighting or was that not something you thought about? So many questions swirled around Draken's mind about what he wanted to find out about you.
Takemichi
What had attracted Takemichi to you was how strong you seemed. Just like you, your aura was silent and unnoticeable. You were known as a phantom since you would just appear where others were.
As you both got into a relationship, he realised that he knew nothing about you really. He knew your first name but not your last; he knew your friends and yet he had never noticed them; and he knew about the rumours of you being a delinquent in a gang that involved your friends but didn't know if it was true. Every time he brought up the topic, you would either ignore him or just brush over a response.
There had been times where Takemichi hadn't noticed you were there, something he hated to admit to himself. You were just so quiet that you blended into the background of any scene. You would be hyper-vigilant of your surroundings and so your reaction time was incredible fast. It reminded him of Mikey.
It had been while he was on a bike ride with Mikey and Draken that he noticed you and your friends in an empty parking lot, 15 high schoolers circling your group of 4. Takemichi had asked Mikey and Draken to pull over so he could help you out. However, although he never took his eyes off you, before he knew it the high schoolers were on the ground groaning in pain.
Had he blinked that long? There was no way 4 middle school boys could have defeated all those boys in less time it takes to complete a blink! Mikey and Draken were also shocked at what they saw. It would have taken them at least a minute or so to defeat that gang but you had got it done in seconds. It couldn't be possible but they had witnessed it with their own eyes.
The curiosity that your boyfriend already harboured about you had increased tenfold. Maybe those rumours of you being in a gang were true, not that you would enlighten him on the thought. You would remain as closed off as you always had.
Not noticing that your boyfriend was there, you had walked off with your friends following. Mikey and Draken pestered Takemichi for information about you. Were you a gang leader? Were you a strong fighter? Would you join Toman if the blond asked? All questions Takemichi had no answer to. He wanted to learn more about you and maybe this was the time he could.
Mitsuya
You had both met each other when collecting your younger sibling. It was just a coincidence that they happened to be friends with Luna. They had both left the classroom together and made their way over to where Takashi was stood. Unbeknownst to him, you were stood to his right around a foot distance between the two of you.
Mitsuya wasn't going to lie. He was confused when your sibling hadn't diverted off to where someone would be waiting for them. After all, he was only here for Luna and she hadn't mentioned anything about a play date. However, it was only when your sibling walked up to you that he even realised someone was next to him. A conversation had started there, you hardly speaking while Mitsuya simply enjoyed your presence.
Once you were together, he still couldn't get you to open up fully to him. The only reason he knew your last name was because Luna had told him your sibling's full name. He had also heard the rumours that you were leading a gang but you would just shrug and explain that the rumour had always been around. So he got no straight answer of whether you did lead a gang or not.
Mitsuya had noticed how your reactions were suspiciously fast when it came to anyone approaching you from behind. There had been a time where you had flipped someone over your shoulder due to them simply going to get your attention through a shoulder tap.
One day Mitsuya had gone to ride his bike to meet up with the other Toman leaders to hang out. As your boyfriend passed the park, he noticed you were hanging out with your friends when a boy twice your size had come to harass you. Mitsuya felt panic bubbling in his chest as he pulled over, the thought of going over to defend you crossing his mind. That was until you had simply kicked at your opponent, knocking him down in an instant. For your size, you shouldn't have been able to knock him out unless you were Mikey and Mikey was a monster. But the larger boy didn't get back up while you simply continued your conversation with your friends.
Mitsuya was both impressed and intrigued. Had you always been able to fight? Was this how the rumours about you being in a gang had started? His curiosity about you had grown significantly and he made it his mission to find out everything about you.
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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝙔 │ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)
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I’m sorry but I NEED more edgy Karl, I’m literally in love with it <3 I wanna date him so BAD
More edgy karl where he calls the reader bunny or puppy or a pet name like that 👀👀
◦ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader
◦ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), biting, domination, crude language, semi-public sex, asphyxiation, submission, slight degradation, frat boys
◦ word count: 3558
◦ links: ao3, main: genethequeen
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You clicked your phone off, shoving it into your pocket and lifting your eyes to the mumbling crowd of your fellow classmates filing into the lecture hall. Spring break was nearing by the second, and it was obvious that everyone wanted to get in and out as soon as they could. You had previously decided that staying on campus was probably the cheapest and easiest plan for break.
It could only be a coincidence that you would spot the tall, willowy figure you’d tried to reach the week prior to no avail. His eyes were a mirror of grey smoke as his face showed an unhuman-like lack of emotion. You could already tell his headphones were probably blaring in his ears as he cut himself off from the incoherent chatter around him.
Karl had become almost a constant in your life, the mutual late-night calls and mid-day escape nearly a drug for you as you came to depend on it. It got to the point where you’d casually mention to your roommate you couldn’t meet for lunch because you’d already had your plans with Karl.
Yet, just as he was installed in your life, he suddenly had dropped away from you. Your once steamy messages had grown cold and vague on his end. No longer would you randomly receive a notification that he was nearby after you got out of a lecture, instead it was radio silence and a close to jaded response. He’d become a ghost in your class, barely making eye contact with you when he once only used to show up to kick your seat. You knew the two of you weren’t anywhere near anything to write home about, yet it was almost uncharacteristic for him to avoid you for as long as he had.
You swallowed your pride and began to edge through the crowd toward him. As you brushed your fingertips against his hoodie sleeve, it was almost as if your sense of touch had hungered for him too in his absence. You almost instantly wanted to draw the fabric of his jacket around you, enveloping yourself in his scent. He peered at you over his shoulder, removing an earbud and raising an eyebrow at you almost nonchalantly. The crowd parted like the Red Sea around the two of you as he looked down at you. His grey irises swirled to life as you straightened up to lay your dignity at his feet.
His lip was split, something you’d figured had been a result of the dry, changing seasons, until you spotted another bruise on his face, your mind flashing back to him peering up at you from the bathroom floor with his first black eye. This time, his features were dark and stormy, and you’d be lying not to admit that his sulky façade was rather alluring to you.
You drew in a breath, wondering where your previous confidence had fled. “Are you okay?” Was all you could think to manage, his eyes concentrating on you.
He let out a short laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, voice heavy with husk. It was this tone that could send your knees to jelly at any moment. “You miss me, Hancock?” He chided, a sly smirk drawing on his lips. A blush grew on your cheeks, realizing how this probably looked for you.
You chewed the inside of your cheek, dropping your voice into an almost whisper as to not disrupt anyone walking around the two of you. “Are you ghosting me now?”
He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling his dark locks as he bit his bottom lip to avoid laughing at you. His smug appearance was beginning to set fire to your blood. He took a step forward, his arm dropping from lazily holding onto his backpack strap to ghost his fingers over your hand at your side.
Before you knew it, you were tugging him into the bathroom behind you.
It was as if someone had flipped a switch and you’d broken out of a daze as Karl’s body intertwined with yours, pinning you beneath him and the plastic stall divider in the bathroom. The two of you were a fumbling mess, tugging at each other’s clothing looking for more friction and something to relieve the tension that had grown between you. You dug your fingers into his hair as he reached down to grip your ass, pulling your hips roughly against his. His tongue slipped into your mouth, the sensation of him closing more distance between the two of you made you want him more. You tugged at his jeans, ready to commit yourself to whatever he wanted.
He pulled away from you, your lips burning without his connection. He swiftly bunched your skirt up at your waist as you quickly unbuttoned his pants. He wrapped his hand around the back of your knee, hoisting your leg up against his side once again before driving himself into you. You groaned as he filled you up, feeling every inch of him as he retracted from you only to press himself deeper into you.
He let out a deep moan, his lips finding yours once again as he began to grind against you, snapping his hips against yours to draw out your pleasure. You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and curled your hips at his movements. Each of his sounds were the equivalent of a reward for you, you wanted to earn his approval and get him off almost more than you wanted yourself to. You were thankful for the slight height difference between the two of you as you wrapped yourself beneath one of his arms to grip onto his shoulder, pulling yourself up against him.
Karl’s hand gripped the top of the stall wall, his hips relentlessly bashing against yours, your mind blurring at each of his movements. Whatever frustrations you had previously encountered were quickly dissipating as your hands dug into Karl’s shoulders, his nose in the crook of your neck as his breath cascaded across your chest.
The feeling of his tongue ring against your skin was a picture of solitude as you clawed at his clothed back, silently begging him to ravage you. His hand moved to grip your neck, pushing your head back against the plastic wall. His cheeks were flushed red with exertion, his eyes in a hazy smear of lust. His lips melded against yours in a searing kiss, before his teeth moved to dig into your shoulder. “Look at you, begging me to rail you in a public bathroom like a slut,” he chuckled darkly, his breath igniting goosebumps that spread across your body like wildfire. He pressed his lips against the sensitive skin behind your ear before continuing, “I’m sure your colleagues would love to know how submissive you are.”
He pulled back to make eye contact with you again, wanting to see his effect on you. You groaned as he squeezed his hand, your breath hitching in your throat as he drove himself deeper into you. Seeing his blissed-out, slack-jawed expression alongside his now rapid movements, made stars flash behind your eyes as the urge to cum built within you. He pressed his lips against your flushed cheek as one of his hands returned to the wall behind you, his lips traveling to the crook of your neck as he moved in an upward motion. His newfound momentum sent you clenching around him as you chased your own high, wrapping your leg around his waist. Another moan ripped through your body.
“God, I love how needy you are for me, bunny,” he almost growled in your ear, sending you over the edge unintentionally. He continued to ride against you, drawing himself to finish as you drew him back to kiss him again in a tangle of lust and bliss. After his release, he rested his forehead against your shoulder as the two of you fought to catch your breath. You almost didn’t want him to pull out yet.
He detached from you reluctantly, the two of you straightening your clothes as you pretended you weren’t struggling to stand on your wobbly knees. Your fingers reached up to touch your sore lips still buzzing from the feeling of his rough touch. You felt colder now as the mix of your and Karl’s fluids ran down your thighs, making you feel even more like he had reminded you who you begged for.
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You weren’t sure how you found yourself on the doorstep of Karl’s fraternity, but there you were, ringing the doorbell as various members were packing their cars to leave. You knew Karl was still around, but you’d figured a surprise visit wouldn’t hurt. Plus, after a mutual friend of yours spent the morning talking about a party there, your interest was piqued.
The heavy, wood door popped open, revealing a tall man with broad shoulders. He looked busted up like Karl had previously been. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, straightening up his shirt as if you would care. You sent him a small smile in an attempt to humor him. “Can I help you?” He quizzed in an almost overly polite manner, slicking a hand through his hair.
You bit your lip slightly. “I’m looking for Karl?” You asked more than stated. Frats were nearly the foil to Karl’s aura.
The man’s eyes narrowed in disbelief slightly. “Karl?” His brows furrowed as his gaze traced over you again. You wanted to chuckle, thinking about how Karl would react when you would recount this to him later. “Karl Karl? Like… skinny, nail polish-”
“I’m not sure what’s not clicking for you,” you stated, cutting him off as you sent him an amused look.
His face dropped slightly, clearing his throat as if he was embarrassed. The man stepped to the side, now speaking at the speed of sound about how close he was with Karl. You nodded along to his words, looking around the grand foyer as he led you further into the house. It felt like there were staircases everywhere and Brothers here and there shoving different articles of clothing into bags like they hadn’t done laundry since winter break.
In the midst of the last few people leaving the premises, Karl stood in sweatpants with a box of cereal discussing something with another guy. His eyes moved in your direction fleetingly as if he was checking who had come to visit. Seemingly expecting someone’s mother, he didn’t pay any mind to you until you watched the gears in his head click into place and his eyes snapped back to you with an almost bewildered look. “KARL,” the man beside you called to him. Karl handed the box to the guy he was talking to and made his way towards you. A few of the other guys gave you a once-over as they were leaving, something not unnoticed by Karl.
“What are you doing here?” Karl inquired, fronted and uneasy as he looked around a bit.
You faked a coy persona. “I figured you needed help packing,” you cooed, sending him a wink. Karl fought not to smirk, opting to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something back.
The man beside you moved to wrap an arm around Karl, eyeing you beside him now. Your eyes went wide, flashing a look of confusion to Karl, whose deadpan gaze was cased toward you. “Where have you been hiding her, stud muffin?” The man joked, pinching Karl’s cheek. Karl shrugged him off.
“Don’t you have a plane to catch?” Karl grumbled, making sure to put himself between you and the man.
The man laughed. “Is Karl any good in bed?” He directed at you suddenly and off-topic as if it had been burning in his mind since meeting you, making you choke back a laugh.
“Alright,” Karl muttered, half gesturing you upstairs.
“Have a good break, Jacobs. Don’t run your mouth while I’m gone,” the man joked, voice dripping with a dark kind of venom. He walked backward slightly before turning and leaving the house. You followed Karl to the second floor, your mind racing with questions yet a sense of pride had fluttered within you at the fact that Karl definitely won whatever fight he and the man had been in previously. You cleared your throat slightly as you followed him down one of the hallways. “Who was that guy?”
Karl looked back at you slightly. “Just some douchebag that lives here.” You chuckled slightly at his words. “That’s his room,” he stated, lazily pointing towards one of the open doors as he walked. You grabbed his arm, pulling him through the threshold of the guy’s room. The walls were plastered with various trophies and certificates. “What are you up to?” Karl raised, crossing his arms and watching you move around the room.
“And he just left, right?” You asked, plopping down on the edge of his bed. Karl inhaled deeply as if understanding where you were headed.
He wet his lips. “Yeah, he took a bunch of the guys home too.” You hummed in response to his answer, running your finger along the design of the duvet. Karl leaned against the open door, peering out to see if anyone else was around, but the noise downstairs had silenced.
You crawled further onto the bed, laying on your side as you peered up at Karl. “Were you the one that beat the shit out of him?” Karl only shrugged in response, but his eyes were dancing with amusement. “You know, you were kind of mean to me in the bathroom yesterday,” you beckoned, sighing slightly before continuing. “Calling me a slut and whatnot. Is that up to par with the Tri Phi values?”
Karl snorted. “Kappa Alpha Order actually. We’re a gentleman's fraternity, so historically yes.” You chuckled at his words, shaking your head slightly. You were still rather appalled to find out he was a Brother.
“That guy was kind of a dick,” you mentioned lightly. A devious smirk threatened to break Karl’s calm exterior. You sat up, kicking your shoes off and letting down your hair. “We should teach him a lesson,” you chided, tugging the flesh of your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him.
Karl crossed his arms, seemingly weighing the consequences of his words. “I don’t know, baby…” He murmured, yet his tone suggested you had already convinced him.
“Awe, is Todd gonna be upset if you fuck me on his bed? In front of all his stupid high school trophies?” You provoked, making him chuckle darkly. He wet his lips as you sat up, nearly begging him to join you.
Karl rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut with his foot and climbing over you on the bed. You were quick to top him though, much to his surprise. “You’re a bad influence,” he groaned. He gripped your forearms smugly, pulling your hands to settle on either side of his head. His lips pressed against yours hungrily as if to cleanse your dirty words.
One of his strong hands slipped against your thigh, grabbing at your ass and urging you to grind against him while the other settled in the crook of your neck. You kissed him brazenly, your need pulsing through your body with your new-found friction. He moved beneath you, smiling against your greedy mouth, knotting his fingers into your hair. You felt him getting harder with each of your movements. You fisted your hands in his jacket as you pulled away from him curling your hips to find your sweet spot. His hand explored your body, gripping your breast as he sucked at the thin skin against your collarbones, moaning into your hair.
God, he wasn’t even inside of you but his encouragement was a high you wanted to ride as long as you could. His fingers dug into your hips and you half hoped he would leave bruises again. You wanted him to mark you.
You moved to press your lips against his neck, raking your teeth against the sensitive skin. He moaned at your actions, fingers yanking your shirt free from where it was tucked into your pants, giving his hands more roaming space. Each of his groans of approval sent heat to your core and an urgency of wanting more of him. Your hands slipped beneath his sweatshirt, slipping it over his head before he leaned up to capture your lips against his again. You pushed him back onto the bed, pulling your own shirt off as his hands threatened to tug at the lacy material.
Despite being trapped between your thighs, Karl was still clearly in control of the situation as he ground his hips up against yours. Both your jeans and Karl’s sweatpants were discarded soon after. You went to slip out of your underwear but he stopped you, something you were somewhat thankful for because, frankly, you didn’t wear the set of lingerie for it to just be discarded right away.
His expression flickered to excitement as your hand instead wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping a few times before you sank onto him, a moan dragging through the both of you. He smiled lazily, his perfect teeth glistening up at you. Veins ran near the tattoo on his neck as his chin tilted up in pleasure as you began to move against him. You ran your fingers into your hair as you bobbed on top of him, your hips rolling against his to draw out ungodly noises from him. He reached one of his hands behind him to grip onto the headboard for some kind of anchor. His other hand dug into your hip, the two of you moving to bring each other closer to climax.
You rocked against him roughly, driving him deeper into you. You could help but rake your nails down his body, causing goosebumps to litter his chest and a groan to hiss from between his lips. You slowed your pace, only to slide one of your hands up to wrap around his neck. A dark expression clouded behind his eyes as if daring you to proceed with your malicious intentions. Pride swelled within you at the knowledge that you could pleasure him this much. Sure, the two of you usually had great sex, but this time it was you who was drawing it out of Karl.
You applied pressure and his hand moved to wrap around your wrist, his head tilting back again as his teeth dug into his lower lip, your hips grinding against him slowly, driving him deeper into you. Sweat had begun to pool at his hairline and near his brow, his cheeks reddening from the stimulation. “You’re so hot,” you almost growled, making his eyebrows perk up, a pleasantly praised expression flashing across his features. You rode him harder, making him moan your name as if it were a curse.
You leaned down, connecting your lips in a searing kiss. Karl pushed himself to sit up, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you reached for your orgasms. His teeth dug into your shoulder as your nails dug into his back. At the new angle, he had found your sweet spot and the tension was beginning to unravel deep within you. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned, almost reluctantly. Your head dropped back slightly as you felt each movement of his shooting electricity through your body. Your fingers moved to drag through his hair, tugging at his locks and invoking a string of raspy moans to fall from his lips.
Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure. You breathlessly sank further into his arms, his chest rising as he savored the rest of his orgasm. The two of you slumped back against the bed, Karl’s arm resting beneath your head. “I half expected a pin-up on the ceiling, not gonna lie,” you mumbled, your voice jagged.
Karl laughed. “He moved it downstairs for a party,” he joked.
“Charming,” you jeered. After a beat of silence, something crept into your mind. “Do you think I’m the only girl to finish in this bed?”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Karl’s face break into a smirk. “I’m not sure, I usually only hear him.”
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Graveyard Siblings (4)
I am sorry for not posting in a while. School is a total bitch. Here is part 4 of a fic that is not a fic.
[Masterlist]
(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
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Tall Marinette.(I admit I might be projecting a little here.)
One day, she took out something from someplace high and the whole family realized that ‘holy shit when did you get so tall?’
Bonus if Jason comes back from a long mission and had a wtf moment because she was wearing 6-inch-heels and met his eyes with them on.
“Pixie?!”
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You know how Bruce has the identity of Matches Malone to infiltrate the Gotham Underground.
While Jason does the drug deals more street crime stuff, Maria uses an excuse of being the representative for Red Hood excuse to mingle with the rich people who does crime on the side (Penguin), she uses it to go to black market auctions and buy some of the lost miraculouses which got into the hands of black market dealers.
Jason knows about it and acts as her ‘bodyguard’ anytime he can or sends one of his henchmen to be one with a death threat if she gets a single scratch on her.
Bruce is unaware of this. Or is he?
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Mari helps with running WE since she is a little less busy with the vigilante side of things.
It started with Tim panicking about deadlines and Mari offering to help, to Bruce and Tim bullying the board to have her as co-CEO.
She has to be that and head of Afterlife. So she is very busy. Doesn’t know about what comes next….
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Somehow the class comes to Gotham for a trip. It has been 3 years since her death.
Mari has changed her appearance since the day she left Paris. She has highlights in her hair after a ‘sibling bonding day’ with Jason. Her hair is kept short for convenience and not in pigtails. Along with her tall height and more confident aura, she is almost unrecognizable.
She rides a motorcycle too.
The class waits in the lobby for the tour and in walks this badass woman with aviator sunglasses, leather jacket and designer clothes which was all MT brand, making a lot of people swoon.
She takes off her glasses and walks past the class. Checking stuff on her phone and sipping coffee in her other hand.
She seems familiar but they couldn’t figure out why. (All except Chloe, Alix and Felix who are snickering in the background.)
Lila sees her and comments on how she must be a criminal with the way she dresses. (Lila internally freaks out because were her eyes messing with her? Because she looked a little like Marinette. Also jealous of the new arrival for stealing all the attention.) Alya takes the bait and calls security to ‘arrest’ her.
They just laugh. The class doesn’t understand, speaking in confused French.
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“I am Maria Todd-Wayne, also known as designer MT. CEO of Afterlife and co-CEO of the very company you are in. I am allowed in here. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” she said in perfect French.
“But Lila told us you can’t speak French.”
“Who?”
“Lila Rossi, your friend. She told us that you and MT were dating.”
“Me dating myself. Okay I love myself because self-love is a thing but that is a whole other level. MT are my initials. Anyone who has a brain could have figured that out or at the very least do a Google search. I am not sure where your friend got that notion.”
“Hey, Bean, come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Tim reminded her.
“Goodbye but cease the rumours or you would be escorted off the premises.”
As they rode up the elevator, “Tim, why are they here?”
“They are the lucky winners of the Wayne Enterprise Young Prodigies Contest. Why, Maria?”
“Lucky, huh.” She muttered under her breath. She might as well tell him. They are the Bats and they will find out anyway. “They are from my old class, the one you know…”
“Oh. Want me to send them back? I can do that if they are making you uncomfortable.”
“Nah. Too much to deal with. And it is unfair to send them back over a petty grudge. Besides, I could have some fun.”
“Anything that Bruce and I should be worried about?”
“I swear no killing. Just because Jason came back from the dead, hell-bent on killing. Doesn’t mean I am too.”
“Cool, just don’t do any property damage or traumatize our employees.”
“I might need you to erase some footage later and tell Bruce about this.”
“Some brownies, my favourite coffee cake, the ‘special’ brew and you have yourself a deal.”
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So basically she just showed up around where the class was ‘by coincidence’.
Talk to a few people and take them out of earshot of the rest of the class.
End the conversation by saying a few things only they and her would know. Insides jokes and secrets. (I pick her old childhood friends like, Nino, Kim and maybe Sabrina)
Uses Trixx to turn into a walking dead version of her 15-year old self and disappears as they freak out about how she knew that secret/story.
Freaks them out further by appearing again in front of the whole class and pretending not to know their previous conversation.
Mari manages to get Lila alone.
I should also say that Lila thought that her curse was making her see MT as Marinette.
It terrifies Lila when she finds out that MT is actually Marinette, not dead but alive after all this time and apparently living the high life she wanted. This fact made the Italian swell up with jealousy.
“I hope you are not lying about me again, Lila Rossi. Like you always do.”
“What do you want with me? I swear I didn’t say anything else about you.”
“Aw, Lila. Don’t recognize me?”
Maria flickers and Ladybug is in her place and later, the Marinette that appeared in her bedroom and back to normal.
“You! How? Why are you here? Why can’t you leave me alone?”
“Why not? I mean you did take away nearly all my friends, my parents and made my life a living hell. If you think about it, I am just repaying you the same favor. How are the others? Treating you well?”
“What did you do to me, you bitch?”
“I just put a curse on you. The ghosts of your past will haunt you until you stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop Lying, Liar. They all feed and grow in power from your lies. I wonder what would happen in a few years if you kept this up.”
“You think you can get away with this. This is war and I have already beaten you once.”
“Oh Rossi. This isn’t a war. It’s a death sentence.” With that she disappears.
Lila tries to tell her class that MT is actually Marinette. She is met with crazy looks. Some of them look like they want to believe her but don't because they don’t want to look crazy too.
Oh. Adrien wasn’t on the trip because his mother didn’t want him to go to the crime capital of America although the crime rate has gone down a little due to Hellbat curing some of the city’s bad energy..
Right after Lila told the class about MT, Scarecrow came to steal some Wayne tech and the class got caught in the crossfire. So later, it was brushed off as Lila seeing things due to the fear toxins.
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Joker made the mistake of kidnapping her. Once was enough to never try that again.
(It involved the use of nearly all of the Miraculouses, old and new. He was thoroughly humiliated at the end of it and his picture by the time Hellbat was done with him was on the Batfam’s Christmas Card. Like I said she doesn’t kill but making them beg for death was okay.)
It coincided with Jason’s Birthday and the video of the incident was ‘the best birthday present ever.’ The uncensored version was watched at the next undead siblings bonding day. Damian included.
After hearing a few rumours about what happened, most criminals were glad for Hellbat’s rare appearances. (which happens once a month and during really busy time of the year)
There was a time where Penguin was carrying out one of their plans and when Hellbat showed up, all of their thugs surrendered instantly. (No Batman did not pout at the fact that this French girl was more imitating than him.)
Scarecrow used his newest batch of fear toxin on her during the first year after she died.
He was astounded to see her still standing and she later proceeded to beat the crap out of him while being under the toxin’s influences.
He has tried to stay out of her way since then.
She saw Scarecrow as Hawkmoth and said a lot of things in French which scared everyone because she said it with so much hate, anger and in a very menacing tone that everyone is like ‘I am not touching this.’
It took Red Hood and Nightwing to restrain her from further beating Scarecrow up.
He was one of the people who sympathised with the Joker after the Incident.
The next was Riddler being so arrogant in his plans and managed to get Hellbat and Spoiler into a death trap.
“You know I have a few regrets in life. And my final one is that I got captured and am now going to get killed by a walking fashion disaster.”
“Hey! I made this myself. I will have, you know.”
“You have a brilliant mind but no sense of fashion at all. When I get out of here, I am going to burn that thing with you in it, for your crimes against fashion.”
“What is wrong with it?”
Cue a lot of roasting of Riddler’s costume and Spoiler adding more fuel to the fire.
They manage to escape while Riddler is crying on the floor, having an existential crisis.
The thing was no one knows why Riddler was silent the entire week after encountering Hellbat and crying when anyone mentions it.
They now think Hellbat is the scariest one in the Batfamily, second to Batman and tied with Black Bat/Orphan.
The few who find out what really happened in the warehouse that night. Blackmail material on the Riddler.
Three ( four if you count Penguin) of Gotham’s biggest villains of the Rogues Gallery scared of Bats’ newest addition. Hellbat was not someone they wanted to mess with.
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Magic crisis stuff. Like a world ending event thing. Dr. Fate says they need the Miraculous jewels but the last mention of them had been in Paris a few years ago and had vanished since then.
Costantine looked at Batman. “You know who you have to call.”
Batman calls Hellbat. Who hasn’t been introduced yet to the JL.
“Ah. Bats. Not that I question your authority or anything but how can your newest ‘ward’ help us?”
She takes off her helmet and reveals her face and more importantly, her earrings.
Tikki comes out of her hiding place.
“I am the current Guardian of the Miracle Box and wielder of the Ladybug miraculous during Hawkmoth’s reign in Paris a few years ago. Any other Questions?”
“Oh great Guardian. Tikki. It is an honour to meet you.”-Wonder Woman, who else.
“You too, Princess Diana. Pass on my regards to your mother.”-Tikki
A huge face-off and the big evil is defeated.
WW asks abt HM and gives a horrified face at the end of her story. Nearly everyone who eavesdropped on the conversation was.
"Forgive me, Guardian for not aiding you in your hour of need.”
“It’s okay. I understand that there are other crises, world-ending ones that JL have to take care of. I am better now. Mostly.”
“I doubt it with those revenge schemes I found lying around. But she is getting there with her therapist.”-Batman
“I hate you, Dad.”
“Did you just call him Dad?”
“No….”
“Do you see me as a father figure?”
“I see you as a nuisance with how nosy you are with my personal business. So you are more of a bother figure.”
“I see you as part of the family too, Daughter.” (Got that reference anyone?)
“Jason was the one who adopted me.”
“Legally you are adopted by me.”
Maria with Pikachu surprised face because nobody told her that. “My life is a lie.”
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(Part 5)
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