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STEP | BADA LEE X FEM READER | 21+

Summary: You see your first love for the first time in three years at your father's engagement party.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: VERY Explicit language and scenes. SMUT!!! 21+ Ex. Thigh riding, fingering, etc... MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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A/N: Hello •u• I am brand new to this app and I... I feel like a baby learning how to walk but l am also happy I got to find this app... again... after five years ANYWAY!! I bring this small piece of work I made hoping you'll like it!! I don’t know how often I’ll post on here but I’ll keep you updated ☺️ Also feel free to check out my Wattpad books!! And thank you @dearminaa for your help!! You are awesome!

P.S. apology for any mistakes or errors in grammar. English is not my first language!!

You sat in front of your vanity getting ready for the party. A party to congratulate your father's recent engagement.

You couldn't care less on who he decided to marry this time. It was probably the same as the last person he married. Young, stupid, and a gold digger that only wants his wealth but will end up failing and he will divorce her. You could never forgive him for cheating on your sick mother.

You blame him for her death because he decided to cheat while she was in the hospital and when you took her home for a while, you two found him in bed with some girl. You mother become depressed and died a few day after that

You tried to push aside those thoughts and get ready. You were still dependent on him after all and had plans to take the company away from him. As you fixed you blush, you did one more brush stroke and looked through your jewelry box.

There, you spotted a choker your first love had given you. You met her in high school. She was two years older than you but you love her like you've never loved anyone and she was always there to comfort you when your mother passed.

She was your first kiss, your first love, and your first girlfriend. The day she graduated she was offered a big scholarship in the United States and since she was poor she decided to take the opportunity. You become so mad at her that you pushed her away and broke up with her. A few days later you received a box with that necklace inside and you kept it to cherish the beautiful relationship you two had.

"You look gorgeous, honey," your father said as he hugged you. You didn't return the hug and just stood there.

"Be nice to her okay? She's had a rough life. She suffer a lot and I really like her. Please?" He said and you looked at him with a wry smile.

"How much do you think mom suffered when dying, knowing you were fucking the maids daughter?" You whispered in his ear.

"Stop that. I made a mistake and I regret it. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. Now try to be nice to her and drop the attitude," he whispered back making you roll your eyes and sit back down.

A few minutes went by and the so called fiancé was no where to be seen. You sighed resting your chin on you palm until you spotted a familiar figure. Tall, slim yet well built and the same hair from years ago. You bit your lip as a scream was about to escape your lips. You didn't know why she was there.

You followed her figure until she reached the table and with a big smile she greeted your father.

"Bada, my darling. Was there traffic on the way?" Your father said a she placed his hand around Bada's waist. She didn't answer and just nodded before turning to you.

"Oh! This is my daughter. Honey, greet your future step-," he said and you stood up. You couldn't form a sentence and were already about to bust in tears.

"Hi." You said in a quick manner before looking away. Her eyes were scanning each part of your body. The outfit you were wearing was driving her insane and she didn't know how to hold back from touching you... and she didn't.

She placed hand index finger and thumb under your chin and turned your head towards her. You were startled by her actions so you froze under her touch.

"She's beautiful," Bada said. Her eyes showed sincerity and warmth but you were too upset to see it. You took her hand and tossing it away you excuse yourself leaving the guests astonished by your actions.

"I'm sorry, darling. I'll go talk to her," your father said as he was about to get up but Bada held his arm.

"Let me. I think it's best if we have a conversation from woman to woman. I'll ease my way into her heart, okay? Don't worry,"

"Just how you eased your way into mine. You're just perfect," your father said and Bada gave him a soft smile before walking out the door you went through.

You wonder the halls of the mansion talking to yourself. You were beyond mad, confused, and heart broken. How could your first love be engaged to your father? Your heels clacked and suddenly you began to hear an additional set of footsteps. You looked back but there was no one so you assumed it was one of the servers hired for the party.

"After three years of not seeing or talking to me she shows up. And she's going to marry my father? How disgusting can he be? She swore she would come back to me and she's with him. She can go fuck herself for all I care. I hate her guts. She's so annoying yet so beautiful and... I want her so badly. Am I the sick one? Oh, for fuck sake! I'm talking to myself," you rambled on and on.

"How about you talk to me instead?" You jumped when you heard Bada's voice but immediately kept walking towards your room ignoring her presence next to you.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room where she assumed was your room and she was right. She pushed you against the wall and you let out a squirm as she did so.

"Let me go, you psycho! What is wrong with you!?" You shouted and pushed her away from you. She stumbled a back and chuckled. You look at her with a scowl. How could she find this funny when your blood was boiling?

"You find this funny? You're an asshole," you pushed her to the side and sat on your vanity trying to ignore her so she would go away. Your mind was clouded with thoughts and emotions so you fumbled trying to get the necklace off of your neck.

Instead of walking out of the door, Bada walked up to you and moved your hair to the side. She carefully took the necklace off and you began to melt under her soft touch. She put it in your hand and you just placed it on the vanity not caring where it landed.

"Why... why are you marrying him? My dad. You said you would come back and... I waited. I waited for three years and when I finally see you again you are engaged to... that? Why the fuck!?" You shouted not holding back anymore. Your tears began to fall and she only softened her gaze.

She walked to you slowly and took you hand while you wiped your tears away.

"I'm not going to marry him. I came here for you, my love," she said as she cupped your face.

"Don't. Don't do this Bada. If you're just going to break my heart and walk away from me again, just leave and go with my father," you said looking away but she pulled you into an embrace.

"Baby, look at me. I would never leave you again. Never again. I'll do everything I can to be next to you always..." he hand traveled from your cheek to your exposed shoulder. You shivered at her touch and then she planted a kiss on your shoulder making you bite your lip to prevent any noises from escaping your mouth.

"You have no idea how much I longed to touch you. To kiss you and make you mine. That is all I could think about. You wouldn't leave my mind for one second all I could think about was for a way to come back to you," she whispered into your ear as she walked. You took small step back until your legs hit the bed.

Her hands were on your arms and her gentle touch made it hard for you to hold back. You used your hand to create some space between you and her. You couldn't deny that you wanted her to touch you. You wanted her to make you her but you were sacred. Not if your dad. Never if your dad. He was a weak man after all, but she was engaged to him.

"Please promise me that you won't leave. That after this, you won't walk away from me. I will run away with you if we need to but please don't continue this if you can't promise me that," you said as you closed your eyes.

She cupped your face and you opened your eyes at the sudden skin contact.

"I promise with my life. I will never even again leave, my love. I will stay by your side and we can do whatever you want. We can stay or run away and I will be there because I love you and I should've never left but I had to think of my mother. Please understand. I'm so sorry," a tear escaped her eyes as she was practically begging for you to forgive her and understand her reasoning and you did.

You nodded and wiped her tears before kissing her lips. You kissed her hungrily and she responded with the same intensity. The kiss become for sloppy and wet as snacking sounds began to fill the room. You thanked your father for the first time for making the rooms sound proof.

"Tell me you want it. Tell me how you want it and how badly you want it. Tell me what you want," Bada said as she left love bites in your neck.

"I want you. I want all of you. I want you to touch me everywhere. I want you to fuck me, please," you said and let out a loud moan as she dragged her tongue across your collarbone.

"I didn't know you were so needy, my love. But you're such a good girl using your nice words for me," Bada said as she pushed you lightly on the bed. Your legs were slightly parted and she took the opportunity to crawl on top of you placing her knee in between your legs and slight pushing into your folds.

You moaned at the contact and moved your hips searching for more friction but her hands immediately went to your hips to halt your movements.

"Wait a minute, baby. I want to be the one to please you," she said sending you over the edge. You bit your lip and groaned in desperation . You need her touch. You wanted her so badly and when you opened and saw her remover her bra you almost came untouched letting out whispers and moans

"Calm down, baby. I'm all yours and I'm not going anywhere," she said as she lowered herself on you. She admired how your legas partner with no shorts and your panties were soaked. She pulled them down and kissed right above your sensitive bud making you part your legs even more. You wanted her and you couldn't handle any more emptiness.

"Bada, please..." you whispered.

"Yes, my love. Anything for you,"she immediately attacked you clit with her tongue and used her hand to pull you dress down revealing your tender breast and she didn't hesitate to begins massaging it as her tongue flicked on your bud in all the right ways that were making you let out moan after moan.

Your nipples were perky and sensitive and she let go of them to instead one finger into you. You were still a virgin so you felt a bit of pain as you felt her go in a cried out loud. She looked up at you. You were the most beautiful thing. Your skin glistened as small beads of sweat formed on your forehead. Your face was flushed in a a bright pink color and she moved up to kiss you tenderly still inside of you.

"It's okay. I'll be gentle. See?" She said as she began to slowly move her finger allowing you to adjust to the feeling. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, lips, and chest helping you ease out the pain.

You slowly began to moan in please as you felt the pain dissipate and she sped up a little. You lips were slightly parted and your hand made it way to her breast. The soft skin was so pleasant you wanted to taste it. Using you elbows, you pushed yourself up and put her nipple in you mouth sucking and lightly tugging with your teeth. She began to let out soft and deep moans.

"That feels so good, my love. I'm going to add another finger okay, lay down for me and hold my hand," she intertwined your hands together.

She added a second finger and you felt like you were levitating as her warm tongue assaulted your clit. You felt her curl her fingers inside of you and you clenched around her as you felt an odd sensation at the pit of your stomach.

"Bada... Bada, fuck~ please. Let me cum please!" You begged as you back lifted from the mattress. She slowed down her pace making you take a a hold of her hair and tugging.

"That wasn't nice, my love," she completely pulled out leaving you feeling empty and a tear rolled down your cheek.

"I'm sorry. I just need you. Please~" you whined softly as your eyes begged for release.

"Please what?" She asked.

"Please, baby. Please, Bada," you said and she smiled as she thrusted into you with great force. You yelled at the unexpected motion but you began to moan as her tongue started to work on your bud once again but this time she was slight biting down making you shout her name in pleasure. A pleasure you had never experienced before and when you least expected you released on her feeling a pulsating feeling as she licked you clean and then her fingers.

"You taste so good, my love. All of these years of waiting finally paid off. Now helped me," she said. You were still trying to come back to your senses as everything was blurry and you could only see how she was undressing herself. Your dress was now bunched on your waist.

She hovered above you and you felt a wet warmth on your thigh. When your vision was finally adjusted, you saw her beautiful figure on top of you. Her fringe stuck to her forehead as she was riding your thigh trying to reach her high.

Your hands traveled down to her waist as you helped her ride you. You used one of your hands to rub on your clit once more and she watched you actions letting out shaky breaths and moans biting her lip.

"You look beautiful riding me like that, baby. Keep going. Cum for me. Cum in me please," you said making her roll her eyes back as her hands rested on your breast for support and with a loud moan she came on your thigh. You sided your fingers to collect her juices and taste her the way she did with you.

"Fuck, that was so good,"you said and she collapsed on top of you. The two of you lay there for a few minutes as you were still throbbing with pleasure and catching your breath.

After a few minutes, Bada fixed your position removing the dress you had on and you both cuddled your bare bodies under the covers.

"Thank you," you said. Bada pulled you closer to her.

"For what, my love?" She asked as she planted multiple kisses on your shoulder.

"For this. For coming back and for loving me," you replied as you turned your body to face her and play with a stand of her hair. You admired her body. Beautiful as always. Then when you saw a ring on her finger, it hit you. She was way out to marry your dad and you just let her fuck you... You felt like a monster. You were no different than your dad.

"Bada, I think this was a mistake. You're marrying my father and this doesn't make me any better than him," you said on the verge of tears but she quickly embraced you.

"How about we go down and I explain everything to you. Trust me, okay? Nothing is what it seems," she helped you stand up and you both got dressed. You fixed you hair into a high ponytail and fixed your makeup as well when you noticed how messy your face looked.

Bada also fixed herself and held you hand. You made your way down the stairs and into the big hall where majority of the guests had already gone home. That's when you saw you father kissing a woman around his age. You furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Mom!" Bada shouted and the woman turned to you with a bright smile.

"This is, Y/N. The girl I always told you about," Bada said and the lady pulled you into a hug.

"Wow! You're even prettier in person. I'm so glad I get to finally meet you. Bada and your father have talked wonders about you and do not feel pressured to call me mom or step mom. You can just call me Haneul," the woman said and you started to put the pieces together.

"I'll go to your father now. He seems to need me but let's all go on a ladies fun day one of these days. Bye girls. Y/N, honey... cover your neck," she said and waved before walking off.

Your face tired a bright shade of pink making Bada laugh. Bada pulled you out to the balcony where there was no one around before anyone could see the marks she left on your neck.

"You see? I'm not marrying your father. My mom is. When I saw her get engaged and I saw your father I didn't hesitate one second to leave it all behind and come here with you," she said and you internally smacked your face at how dumb and clueless you had been.

"I'm sorry, Bada. I should've listened and now I just feel stupid," you said as you lowered your head. She used her index finger and thumb to raise your chin and kiss your lips with tenderness and love.

"It's okay. I'm here and I'm here to stay. I love you so much," she said and connect your forged with hers.

"I guess now we are even," you said making her chuckle. She hugged you from behind placing her chin on your shoulder and you two watched the sunset with sweet kisses and soft laughs.

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justwritedreams · 1 year

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Nowhere left to run | San

San x Reader, bffs to lovers au!, dystopian au! Word count: 5107 (sorry lol) Genre: Angst, fluff, kinda action Author: maari Warnings: Mentions of death, ship hijacking, assassins, bruises, cuts, punches, a little suggestive in the end but nothing really happens. No proofread because I was too anxious to post this one to worry about mistakes so forgive me. Note: I've been watching too many Gerard Butler's movie so I wanted to try to write something like that and the fact that I dreamed this entire scenario last night helped so enjoy! Summary: When it seems like the end of the world, you and San have nowhere left to run.

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“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Y/N smiled at the voice behind her and turned after she closed her cabin door, meeting the dimpled smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“Good morning, San!” she responded excitedly and the best friend pulled her into a quick but warm hug.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he pulled his body away from hers, Y/N pouted slightly at the lack of contact, but nodded in agreement.

“Yes, I am, the medicine made me a little groggy, but I'm used to the rocking of the ship.” she shrugged and the two of them started to walk towards the main hall.

“You should have told your parents that you get sick easily.”

“Hey, I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to travel the world on an all expenses paid ship before starting university.” she said and San laughed, nodding in agreement. Y/N glared at her friend and then her eyes dropped to his outfit. “Why the sweater?”

She didn't want to stare at him for so long but even wearing such a simple outfit, black pants and a black sweater, he managed to be the most handsome guy on the entire ship full of foreigners and tourists. And well, San had been working out lately, even though the sweater was slightly too big, it framed his broad shoulders very well and the image made Y/N miss all the air.

Couldn't she have a less handsome friend? It wasn't good for her heart.

It was hot outside though, so much so that Y/N was woken up by the hot sun hitting her back.

"I saw that it's going to get cold in the next few hours, I anticipated it, I don't want to get sick on vacation." he explained and got a laugh out of Y/N.

"San!"

"What? I'm cautious."

"So I guess no pool for us today, huh?" she asked and San scratched the back of his head.

It wasn't like she was going to take it badly, seeing San wet in a tank top would be too much for her poor heart. And she wouldn't even be able to hide it or make up an excuse since she wasn't feeling bad because of the ship and she wasn't even taking the medicine for cravings anymore.

San stopped and Y/N did the same, glaring at his friend.

"I think-" San's speech was interrupted by a loud crash.

Everyone in the main hall stopped to cover their ears at the noise, but then the ship rocked hard, as if it were made of paper, and people were thrown to the ground by the impact. Y/N closed her eyes as she fell to the ground and felt San's hands clutching her body, as if somehow he was going to protect her.

The still strong noise began to hum in the ears of the people who were confused, in pain and fallen, the ship gave another lurch and the lights failed, glass was broken and the shrapnel was thrown everywhere. Soon then desperate screams were heard.

Y/N opened her eyes and tried to locate the screams, noticing San did the same, and when she saw where the screams were coming from she wished she hadn't seen any of it.

The glass elevator had broken in half and fallen, the people inside were screaming for help, and Y/N swore she saw blood. Then she looked around and the main hall looked like it had turned into a war zone, everything was out of place and broken, the lights were dim now and she strained her eyes to adjust. "Are you okay?" San asked worriedly and stood up, holding Y/N who followed him still confused.

"Yes." she replied low. “And you?” “I’m fine.” San's voice didn't sound good but she didn't question since looked around, seeing a lady lying on the ground and she ran to help.

The lady was just as scared as she was and thanked her for her help with an almost smile, Y/N looked back at San wondering what the hell had happened there.

Strangely the ship had stopped rocking, as if it had stopped where it was. People started to help each other and a group of men went to the elevator to help the victims and Y/N put her hand to her mouth, she had stopped biting her nails when she was nervous but at that moment she didn't even remember her bad habit .

And it got even worse when she saw the lifeless bodies being taken out of the rubble, she looked away at the same moment that San hugged her and stood in front of her so that she wouldn't look at the scene anymore.

She didn't want to cry but there, with nerves on edge and in complete despair, some tears came out that she couldn't control.

Everyone in the hall started talking at the same time, wondering what had happened and why the captain hadn't said anything until now, Y/N didn't know how much time had passed but it seemed like an eternity. "Okay, look, at times like this we need to stay calm." a tall, foreign, and older man spoke a little louder, getting the attention of all the tribulations that were there.

Including San and Y/N.

He must have been Y/N's father's age, if not a little older.

"And how are we going to calm down? People died!"

"It's easy for you to say that!"

People started snapping at the man's speech and Y/N took a deep breath, she felt like her body would collapse at any moment and if it wasn't for San's hand stroking her back, it would have already happened. "And what do you suggest we do?" Y/N asked the man, who turned to face her.

"Each floor of the ship has a way to contact the captain's cabin, we try to talk to him."

"What if we don't?" San questioned, making the man sigh.

"Then we'll have to go there and find out what happened."

Y/N gulped, something said they wouldn't be able to reach the captain the quickest way.

"My cell phone has no signal!" one person alerted and then everyone got their devices.

Y/N did the same and also found that hers was without signal too, she faced San who was doing the same and they exchanged an accomplice and terrified look.

The man then started looking for a way to contact the captain through the hall, it wasn't that difficult actually as people who weren't complaining offered to help him.

Y/N clasped her hands together, mentally praying that he got what he had planned as he put the phone to his ear. But when she saw him huff and hit the phone, she knew the first plan hadn't worked. "Does anyone have the ship's map?" He asked and no one answered.

"I have it on my phone." San spoke, lifting the device and Y/N looked at him with a frown.

"Can I borrow it?" he asked, extending his hand and with the other he took his phone, turning on the flashlight.

"I think you're going to need help." Y/N cocked her head to the side as she heard her friend speak. "I'll go with you."

He took a step forward but Y/N grabbed him by the arm, feeling her heart sink.

"San, no!" she asked desperately. "Y/N please, we don't have a choice." he turned to face her, determined and she eyed him suspiciously.

Why of all people did San have to go? There were so many men in the hall, why not another one?

"It could be dangerous." she warned and he sighed, bringing his face to kiss her forehead, and she just closed her eyes at the contact.

"I'll be back faster than you know." he tried to smirk, but he was just as worried as she was. "I promise."

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. He was one to keep his promises and she clung to that, even though her heart squeezed even more. San made a move towards the man and Y/N followed.

"What is your name?" she asked the older one when she got close to him.

"Mike."

"Why are you so sure you know what you're doing?"

"I used to be in the US Navy."

This should have made Y/N feel more at ease knowing that San was accompanying Mike but in fact it only made her more nervous.

"Take care of him, please." she pleaded and saw the man nodding in agreement, before giving San's shoulder two light slaps.

San looked at Y/N one last time and she held his gaze, visibly worried, and she didn't stop watching him walk away until she lost sight of him.

In the midst of that chaos and despair, the only thing she could think about was San getting well and returning safe and sound.

[...] Y/N walked from one side to the other, she didn't know how many minutes or hours had passed since the incident, she had already helped more people than she thought she could in the state she was in, but San and Mike didn't come back yet.

San hadn't come back as fast as he had promised, and that made Y/N cross her arms so she wouldn't have to bite the skin off her fingers since her nails had all been destroyed. She was scared, terrified, anxious and seeing people hurt and scared wasn't helping her keep calm. Her heart beat faster when she saw two silhouettes coming back and one of them she knew well but when she saw San resting on Mike's shoulder she despaired and didn't think twice before running to him. San rested his hand on his forehead and smiled guiltily at Y/N.

"What happened?" she asked, putting an arm around his waist and the other hand went to his, pushing San's hand away she could see that he was bleeding. "Oh my God."

"It was an adventure" he replied and Y/N wanted to smack him for sounding so...excited.

Now was not the time for him to be so himself.

"We tried to get into the captain's cabin but..." Mike started to speak and Y/N stared at him, confused.

"But?"

"All are dead." San replied quietly, looking at the other crew members behind Y/N, as if she didn't want him to hear.

Y/N felt her jaw drop.

"How is this possible?"

"The cabin door is locked, we can't access it from the outside." Mike started to explain.

"So I had the bright idea to see through the glass." San continued and Y/N glared at him. "But the glass was all broken so I could see a masked person strangling the captain."

Y/N felt a shiver go through her body and the hand that was holding San's fell to her side.

"When he saw that San was there, he punched him in the face."

"The glove had sharp points so that's why the cut on my face." San pointed at his wound and Y/N grimaced in pain. "And what happened to the masked guy?" Y/N asked, curious and angry at the same time.

San and Mike exchanged a knowing look.

"It was him or San. I had no choice." Mike shrugged and Y/N glared at him.

She didn't want to understand what he meant but she did and although she was a nervous wreck, she was grateful that he had saved San's life.

"Look, some people here need to go to the hospital urgently!" Y/N pointed back and Mike saw the situation.

A man had a deep cut on his chest and was having trouble breathing, a woman had a piece of glass stuck in her thigh and it was bleeding a lot, but if they removed the glass she would lose a lot more blood because the glass had caught an artery. Other people had less worrying injuries, like a broken finger or cuts on their arms and face, in addition to the bodies that they had to cover with their own clothes and cloths they found in the hall, so as not to scare the two children who were there even more. "Yeah, I really wanted that to be possible." Mike responded and walked away, going to the crew to see what he could help with.

Y/N frowned and without understanding pulled San to the ground, she went to the first aid box that they had managed to rescue and returned to take care of her friend.

Seeing that the cotton and bandage were already gone, she tore off a piece of the thin shirt she was wearing to stop San's forehead from bleeding.

He hissed when she placed the cloth on the burning cut and grabbed her wrist. Y/N stared at San with concern and fear.

"We went down to the communication room." he began to speak quietly so that no one else could hear. "Mike knows that part so we tried asking for help."

"And?" she encouraged him to continue as she removed the part of the cloth already stained with blood and put the clean part back on San's forehead.

"All communication is down, something is blocking the signal." "And what does that mean?" she asked, startled.

"I asked Mike what he thinks, he said he believes they are trying to hijack the ship."

"What?!" Y/N spoke louder and San covered her mouth while the other crew members looked at the two.

"Shhhh! Don't scream." he begged.

Y/N was wide-eyed as San's long hand covered her entire mouth to muffle the sound.

"Promise me you'll keep your voice down."

She nodded and when San let go of her hand, she took her hand away from his forehead, it wasn't bleeding anymore but the cut was still ugly.

"Okay, tell me what you found out." she asked for bass and took a bandaid out of the box to put on San.

While she busied herself with bandaging his forehead, San shared what they had discovered.

The ship had received a message from a Japanese ship, warning that there had been a leak in the sea where the ship was going to pass, so they had to change the route and ended up in unknown areas, near the East China Sea, far away from the original path that it was the Philippine Sea.

San warned that he found the message very strange, he had studied Japanese and the accent of the voice in the message was completely different from what he had studied.

Hearing this statement from his friend only made Y/N's heart sink even more, because if the original theory was kidnapping, it would make sense to manipulate the ship's route.

They had probably fallen into a trap. One that not even the captain had noticed. "And the rest of the crew?" Y/N asked San after sitting down in front of him, they would have no other way to pass the time than talking.

"They're all dead." San replied, lowering his head and Y/N hugged her own knees. "Before Mike killed the masked guy, he said that anyone leaving the ship's premises would inhale a deadly toxic gas, so he was wearing a mask. When the ship's windows broke, the gas went into the saloons and rooms further exposed, the captain's cabin and killed everyone."

"Then why was the guy strangling the captain when you arrived?"

"It was to ensure that the captain had died."

Y/N felt her entire body shiver with panic and hugged her legs even tighter, to give the false feeling that she was safe.

"The lower decks of the ship may be safe."

"May?" Y/N stared at San in confusion. "We don't know how many masked guys boarded that ship." San shrugged and Y/N ran a hand over her face.

What a great vacation she had!

"I'm not enjoying this, San, not at all." she said and he sighed, moving his body closer to hers and putting an arm around her shoulder. Y/N sagged at the contact and rested her head on his shoulder.

"On the bright side, our cabins don't have windows and the locks are with keycards so we'll be safe there."

"If no killer got there before." she said. "Will Mike tell the rest of the crew?"

"Only about the gas."

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, feeling her head spin, so she squinted her eyes tightly and didn't bring up the subject. She stayed there with San for who knows how long, he was stroking her shoulder the whole time.

When she heard more screams, she opened her eyes again and saw that the ship's lights had completely gone out, the pitch black didn't last long as everyone turned on their cell phone flashlights, Y/N didn't even bother to turn on hers since the others were enough to light the place.

"Okay, that's enough!" a woman spoke, getting up from the floor. "I'm going back to my cabin since apparently nothing is going to work around here."

She started walking towards the stairs and other crew members started to do the same as Mike got between them.

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you guys."

"Oh come on man, we paid for this trip, don't tell us what to do." a man responded, shoving Mike by the shoulder to get him out of the way.

San got up to help Mike stop the crew and Y/N did the same.

"You can't go!" San spoke loudly and practically pleaded with the couple carrying the child with them.

"And you can't make us stay here!"

"If you open that door, everyone will die!" Mike pointed to the door closest to the stairs and everyone stopped to stare at him.

At the same moment, a strong lightning echoed throughout the ship and everyone jumped in fright, including Y/N who grabbed San's arm tightly.

"What?" a chorus sounded and Y/N looked at San, foreseeing what was to come next.

"Great, now there's going to be a storm while we're out in the middle of the ocean while some guy wants to scare us!"

"What's this about us dying if we open the door?"

"I’m serious." Mike replied, glaring at the crew. "There is a deadly gas outside the ship."

Y/N sighed when Mike spoke and everyone spoke out loud at the same time, some believed, others doubted and others didn't know what to believe.

"Americans and their fantasies!" the man rolled his eyes and Mike started to laugh. "Do you think this is funny?"

"First, I'm Scottish." he replied, laughing. "And I'm not lying." he was more serious this time.

“He’s not!” San said but no one paid attention, making him frustrated. “Bullshit! If this had really happened, the captain would have warned the entire ship.” San and Mike exchanged a look, as if debating whether to tell the whole truth.

"Look guys, I really need to get back to my cabin, all my jewels are there!" A young woman spoke and her eyes hovered over San, something that didn't go unnoticed by Y/N. "Hey, pretty, you could walk me there, couldn't you?" Y/N stared at her in complete disbelief while San looked extremely confused. “Excuse you?!” Y/N spoke and grabbed San's arm tighter.

"If you help me, I can give you something." The woman took a step towards San and Y/N stepped in front of his friend, letting go of his arm to grab his waist as she kept facing the woman.

"He's not going anywhere with you!" you horny bitch, she thought. The woman glared at Y/N who raised an eyebrow, challenging her.

The world ending outside she worried about jewelry? And she still wanted to put San in danger!

That woman couldn't be serious. “Yeah, I don’t think I-” San's speech was interrupted by Mike's scream

"Sir, don't do that!" he asked the man at the top of the stairs and everyone turned to face him.

The man who was arguing with Mike had already gone up the stairs and had his hands on the door, San grabbed Y/N's arm that was hugging him.

“Now you’re going to say that a murderer is going to come in here." the man rolled his eyes before opening the door.

The moment he put his foot on the other side, a knife hit his neck squarely and the man fell forward lifeless.

Y/N's eyes widened and San took a step back, bringing her with him as he saw a person with the same mask as the guy he and Mike had found. "Y/N, run!" San spoke and she blinked a few times trying to react while the entire crew screamed.

But her legs felt as stiff as cement so San pulled her by the arm to follow while Mike yelled for everyone to run to the cabins below.

San and Y/N ran so hard that she almost twisted her foot on the stairs, hearing the desperate screams of the rest of the crew behind her made her extremely scared, it felt like she was in a scene from the movie Scream. "Which cabin?" she asked in a hurry to San

"Yours!" he answered quickly and she took the card out of her pants pocket.

Once they arrived in front of the door, she put the card in place but her hands were shaking so badly she wasn't helping to identify the code.

“Shit!” San took the card from her hand and put it back in place, the door opened and San pushed Y/N inside when he saw that the masked guy entered the corridor where they were, the knife was dripping blood and even though he couldn't see anything of the face of the person, I knew it was terrifying.

Seeing San standing still, Y/N pulled him into his cabin and the two struggled to close the door before the masked guy had a chance to reach them.

They took a deep breath, both with their hands on the closed door and when a loud thud followed by a curse was heard, Y/N backed away from the door. She stared scared ahead and San turned his head to look at her.

"He's not going to come in here, is he?" she asked, feeling her eyes fill with tears and San walked over to her.

He hugged her tight and closed his eyes, his heart was racing as fast as hers. For a second he thought he was going to die.

"No, I promise he won't touch you." he assured her and she nodded, burying her face in his chest.

San felt Y/N tremble and soon a sob escaped her lips, she couldn't control her tears anymore and all the mixed emotions that went through her.

"It's okay, I'm here." he brought a hand to her hair and stroked it as he sat her down on the bed.

Y/N gripped San's sweatshirt tightly as if her life depended on it and cried.

She didn't know how much time passed but they continued in that position, when Y/N took a deep breath and pulled her face away from San's chest, he looked at her tenderly, taking a hand to dry her face.

"Do you want to wash your face?" she pointed to the bandage she had made, they now had the advantage of having a bathroom in the cabin.

"No, it's fine. But I really need to get this off." he held up his sweatshirt and Y/N nodded, stepping aside for him to do so. The room was warmer since she had turned off the air conditioning when she left the room.

San was wearing a black tank top underneath and Y/N had to control a sigh when he saw his bare arms, but when San got up from the bed to put the sweatshirt on top of the armchair in the cabin Y/N saw that his back was also bleeding.

"San, your back!" she said and got up from the bed.

"What?" he turned to try to see but it was impossible so he put a hand behind his back, looking for what she had said.

"It's bleeding." she warned, staring at the cut on his back.

"Oh, I think it was when the guy punched me in the face, I fell against the shards of glass."

Y/N looked with concern and before she could say anything or even blink, San took off his shirt while complaining of pain.

Although the rational part told her to stop staring at San's bare back like that since he was bleeding and apparently in pain, the emotional part of Y/N completely ignored it.

She'd seen him shirtless, of course, but that was before he started working out, when he was still skinny. Before she saw him more as a friend. And seeing him so close, made her legs shake and it got even worse when San turned to face her, showing his defined abdomen, right there in front of her eyes. Y/N cleared her throat to try and disguise that she was staring intensely at her best friend, not that she succeeded because of course he noticed, she was far from acting discreet even after they went through all that panic. "I will..." she pointed back, taking steps back trying to focus on San's face, which had an almost imperceptible smile. "yeah, I think there's a first-aid box..." San nodded for her to continue and she lost focus, ended up hitting her back against the bathroom door. "Ouch! Yeah, I'll get it from the bathroom." she spoke too fast and looked for the box while San laughed quietly, going to bed. Y/N glanced at the mirror quickly as she took the box.

"Jesus Christ!" she spoke quietly, raising her eyebrows in complete surprise.

Yeah, San had the famous chocolate abs and she loved chocolate. How could it be the same boy who had the cutest dimples in the world?

She shook her head to clear the thoughts surrounding her best friend's strong body. Now wasn’t the time to be acting like a fervent teenager.

When Y/N returned to the room, San was sitting on the bed and she placed herself behind him, placing the box on her lap. She treated the cut with care as San hissed when she touched the wet cotton to the cut, first cleaning and then bandaging. During the process they both remained silent, he sighed every now and then as she tried not to focus on how soft and warm his skin was. As soon as it was finished, Y/N sat next to San and tried to properly take care of the cut on his forehead, the first time it had been in a hurry because of the confusion but she didn't want it to get worse so she would take advantage of having all the tools to take care of it. She noticed that the apple of his cheek was purple, probably from the punch he had taken, and after he finished the bandage, her fingers went to the bruise. "It hurts?" she asked, quietly.

San took her hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingertips.

"Not anymore." he stared straight into her eyes and Y/N pouted as she couldn't smile after so much tension.

"You scared the shit out of me."

“I’m sorry!” “Yeah, you should be. Never do that again.” San nodded nonstop and she sighed. "I'm scared, San. What are we going to do now? We have nowhere to go."

"We should have gone to the kitchen, at least there's food there."

"And knives." she remembered, she was still tense, thousands of thoughts swirling in her head, coming and going without permission.

"Hey." he called, bringing both hands to her face, gripping both sides to make her face him. "We'll figure it out, don't forget we're not the only survivors, Mike will probably find a way to get us out of here. Someone will miss us."

"What if they don't?"

San saw the concern in Y/N's eyes and stroked her cheeks trying to give her hope.

"We'll find a way to send a signal!"

She took a deep breath and gave up, San gave her so much confidence that she couldn't do anything but believe his words.

"I'm not going anywhere." he guaranteed.

Y/N laughed wearily.

"Because you can't go anywhere else." she answered and waited for San to laugh but he didn't.

"Even if there was any other place, this is where I wanted to be." he intensified his gaze and Y/N stayed quiet, unable to speak. "With you."

She continued to stare at him, San's gentle eyes didn't make her want to look away from the dark iris.

That was all she wanted to hear for a long time.

And no words needed to be said, she didn't need to ask him if he was serious because she felt the truth in his voice.

As if it were a magnet, San approached Y/N's mouth and captured her lips with such desire and desperation that she sighed before she could even reciprocate in the same way.

Holding her by the waist, he started a quick and at the same time sweet kiss, she was forced to take her hands to his shoulder gently, not wanting to hurt him.

San's hot lips were driving her crazy and the room became hotter, she then climbed her hands to San's neck as he pulled her onto his lap.

When their tongues met, Y/N adjusted herself better on San's lap and rested her knees on the bed, making him stay between her legs, the position made the kiss intensify and his hands went up all over her extension of her back.

She wanted to continue but the lack of breath was greater than her desire and she broke the kiss, touching their foreheads.

San's heavy breathing against her face made her smile before she even opened her eyes.

And when she did, she saw San smiling widely and the dimples showing, making her take her hands to caress, without restraining herself now.

"We should have done this sooner."

Yes, they should.

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strawberryxfieldz · 1 year

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Welcome Home: Easy Math

Vampire Wally Darling x Reader!!!

I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE VAMPIRE WALLY TREND STARTED, IT’S SO RANDOM! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!! HAHA!!!

The Count mentioned at the beginning is not the same Count from Sesame Street, it's just a silly reference to him (and I am not confident in my Sesame Street lore, forgive me-)

CW for blood and minor violence/injury

ALSO POSTED ON AO3!

Welcome Home Masterlist

How did you get into this mess anyway?

You supposed you shouldn’t have been too surprised. You were bound to deal with all sorts of insanities being the only human in a neighborhood full of puppets. Still, you never ceased to be amazed by their shenanigans, try as you might.

Your first mistake had been entertaining the idea from the very start.

Last week when a lone traveler had visited Home, a mysterious puppet with fangs and adorned in all black, the Count, you had your suspicions. The others insisted they were friendly but you couldn’t exactly trust those optimists’ judgment. Even when the Count aided them in a lesson in mathematics, you stayed your distance. You could learn all the math you wanted to from books you borrowed from Frank’s library very well, thank you.

By the time the puppet left, everyone was ogling about all the new things they’d learned and how cool the stranger was. It was almost enough to make you think you’d missed out. Almost.

Your doubts about the Count’s intentions were proven correct, though, when just a day later Wally had gotten sick. This was abnormal in itself (puppets didn’t usually get sick), but it didn’t seem to be a flu or cold of any sort. He’d gotten pretty pale through the course of the day and, for some reason, couldn’t stand being in the sun without his felt burning. Then the fangs appeared.

You didn’t really understand the logistics of a puppet being turned into a vampire. Why on Earth would something made of fabric and stuffing need blood to survive? You sure didn’t know but you had to stifle your questions and swallow your pride to focus on the situation at hand.

Wally needed blood. You were the only human. As the Count would say, it was pretty easy math.

You don’t know why you accepted. You were fairly certain giving in would just make his situation even more detrimental but… he needed help. And helping others was among some of the most important virtues shared by all of Home.

So, you told yourself it would be only one time. Just the once you’d made an exception for those pleading eyes and that cat-like smile.

Now here you were, standing on Home’s front doorstep, a basket of freshly picked apples threatening to drop from your hands as you stared at Wally.

“What?” you asked again, agape.

Wally repeated himself, unblinking. “Can I drink from you again, neighbor? Please?”

You readjusted the basket in your arms. The apples were supposed to be a get-well present, not you.

“Wally…” you started.

Wally ducked his head. “Ah, right. I’m sorry. I won’t ask again, I promise.”

Wally had made it very clear he didn’t like hurting you from his newfound hunger and would only drink your blood if you let him. This was what had convinced you to let him try the one time. You’d sworn to him there wouldn’t be a second.

But you didn’t have a strong resolve, not when it came to Wally it seemed. Just seeing a slightly sad look take over his usually cheery face made your heart drop and you sighed.

“Uh, fine, I guess.” You shrugged, speaking as coolly as you could manage. “Whatever.”

Wally’s face brightened instantly. “Really? Oh, thank you, neighbor! You’re so kind!”

You told him not to mention it (seriously, don’t, you didn’t need the other neighbors catching wind of what was happening) and stepped inside. You set the apples on a countertop before focusing your attention back on Wally.

“So,” you began, trying to make this interaction as least awkward as possible, “how do you know when you… um, need it? I guess.”

Wally sat on the couch and patted the spot beside him, motioning for you to join him. You obliged, though making sure to keep some distance between you.

“I start feeling weaker, I suppose,” he explained carefully. “And more sensitive.”

That made sense. Since figuring out his new aversion to sunlight, Howdy gifted Wally an umbrella to use when walking about the sunny outside. Even so, he hadn’t ventured outside Home today, which was unusual, to say the least.

He also looked disheveled, if that was possible for the perfectionist puppet. As someone who prided himself on his appearance, Wally wouldn’t have dared ever let you see him with his pompadour done, replaced by a mess of long curls cascading down his face and so pale and sickly looking under different circumstances. He really was getting desperate.

“…And I get this feeling,” he continued, keeping his voice even as he spoke. “Like I can’t live without it. It’s like... being thirsty but different. Stronger.”

'Bloodlust' was a word that came to mind but you didn’t say it out loud. You only nodded.

“Yeah, being a vampire will do that to you,” you joked.

Wally just looked at you blankly, his smile not leaving his face. While usually cute, it looked a bit more menacing with a pair of fangs attached to it, poking out of his mouth.

“There’s other stuff too like…” You paused, thinking about all the vampire-related media you’d consumed in your lifetime. “…you can’t eat garlic. Have you eaten any garlic lately?”

“Nope,” Wally replied.

“Hm. Have you touched silver? You can’t mess with that either.” Wally shook his head. “What about your reflection? Do you still have one?”

Wally gestured to his hair sadly. “No.”

You chuckled.

As interesting as learning the effects of vampirism on puppets was, you knew you were just prolonging the inevitable. Hesitant, you sat closer, hands fidgeting in your lap.

“Okay, you can do it,” you told him, “but please be careful.”

He was the first time. You had no reason to believe he wouldn’t be again. Still.

"Are you sure, neighbor?" Suddenly, Wally was the one who was tentative. "I don't want you to feel pressured."

You put on a confident smile, gazing into his eyes before nodding.

Wally said and did nothing at first, instead just returning your stare with an intense look of his own. You weren't quite sure why the short puppet loved eye contact. Once, he did say something about it being polite, but the amount that he did it was just unnerving. To others, at least. You sort of learned to enjoy it, over time, so much so that you were sure you had the exact look of those two, inky black voids called pupils memorized, often the subject of your daydreams.

As much as you hated to admit to yourself, there was of course another reason you were not so keen on the whole blood-drinking situation. You were fairly certain you had an infatuation with Wally, which was bothersome at least and downright embarrassing at most. This had been something you were made well aware of long before the Count came and you had been dealing with just fine until then. Impromptu staring contests and Wally's latest fixations with holding your hand and (incorrectly) blowing kisses at you whenever you were near were just some of the things you'd learned to handle. Drinking from your blood was something totally different!

"Should I-?" You tried to keep your voice even as you nervously tugged at your collar.

Wally caught your hand with his, helping to tug it a bit lower and exposing your neck, causing you to flinch from the cold air that hit there. Wally leaned back with a monotonous laugh and you joined him.

"Sorry," you said between quiet giggles. "I guess I'm just nervous."

Wally shook his head. "Don't be nervous, neighbor. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're biting my neck." You sent him a playful glare. "It's going to hurt."

"Right." Wally seemed dismayed by this but continued. "Well, if it hurts too much, just tap me. I'll make sure to stop."

You agreed, nerves settling once more. After all, you were less worried about the small, stinging pain you were about to endure and more focused on the close proximity between you and him. Wally was now kneeling beside you to be level with your neck and you were leaning slightly to accommodate for his small stature. You sincerely hoped he didn't notice the reddening blush forming on your face, though you could feel his stare on your neck. A few seconds went by of just him staring and you waiting, and if the anticipation didn't kill you, you were sure the queasy feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach would.

"Can you-?"

He interrupted your plea by hitting the lower half of his face against the side of your neck. That startled you slightly as you felt his fuzzy felt skin tickle you. You suppressed a laugh before you suddenly felt his mouth open and one of those pointy fangs scrape against your skin and you shivered.

"Can I what?" he asked, voice genuine.

"Hurry up," you finished.

He chuckled against your throat and, in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from that sensation, you flicked your eyes down to look at him. His eyes were piercing into yours and you swear you saw a tint of red in them. Then, in a flash, he ducked his head lower and his fangs sunk into your skin.

You held your breath as you felt the skin break, sharp teeth pricking you like two tiny pinpoints on your skin. Your first instinct was to lean away, so you put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, squeezing it gently. Wally shot back at the action and gave you a look of concern.

"Sorry!" he was quick to exclaim. "I'm so sorry!"

You kept your hold on him, ignoring the way your heart pounded and rattled inside your chest. "No! It didn't hurt, I was just surprised."

Wally sighed with relief. "Well, the worst part is over."

He nodded to your neck, where you felt two small rivets of blood dribbling down. You waited patiently for him to drink it with his eyes, much like how he ate food with them too, turning the other way for him. Wally didn't appreciate being stared at while he ate or drank, you knew, and you figured even if it was your blood, this was no exception. In a matter of seconds, you felt the blood be cleaned up from your neck as the streams slowed and then Wally tapped your shoulder.

"All done!" he cheered with a smile.

You looked at him, faltering a bit when you noticed the red stains on his fangs, and smiled back, feeling your blush deepen.

"That wasn't so bad," you admitted. "But in any case, I'm glad that's it."

Wally said nothing. The scarlet light in his eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter and your gaze couldn't help but drop back to his bloody fangs before coming back to his eyes again.

"What?" You rubbed your sore neck with a timid smile. "Are you feeling any better?"

Wally's smile didn't match his eyes. They stared at yours intently as you got the growing sense that his hunger was far from satisfied.

"Yes," he spoke carefully. "Thank you, neighbor."

You inwardly cursed at yourself. It was clear he was lying, likely to save you from feeling like you had to give him any more. He was still pale and there was the same tiredness in his limbs and expression. Even though you knew the effects of drinking your blood would take time to kick in, you knew it wasn't enough. Your mind reeled at the idea of having to do this again, yet, in a terrible act of betrayal, your heart thudded, reminding you also how nice it had felt. You ached for the closeness again and, even if it was far from any sort of romantic act, it was fun to imagine.

"You still need more," you stated matter-of-factly.

Wally seemed shocked by this, half-lidded eyes widening. "I don't want to be rude..."

You scooted closer to him (in a hopefully casual manner) and shook your head.

"No, go ahead. I'll be fine. Honest," you told him.

You calmed your buzzing nerves with a deep breath and smiled wider. Wally took a second to drink in your features, and, after deeming you were fit to continue, he leaned in again.

"Okay, neighbor," he sighed against your neck, right over where the last bite had been. "This one might hurt a little more."

Before you had time to react, those fangs bit into you again and you swallowed down a cry of pain. Wally just moved a hand to the other side of your neck, holding you still in a comforting way, allowing you to leave his hold if you pleased. You did not, instead pulling closer to him as his teeth dug more into you. This time was far harsher than the last, now less of a stinging and more of a burning as you did everything in your power not to grab onto him too tightly as to scare him away. Interestingly enough, you felt yourself relax against him after just a few seconds, succumbing to the strange sensations.

It was over far too soon as Wally finally pulled back and you felt the fresh bite be met with empty air. Then, blood began coursing down your neck and you frowned at the feeling. You began to avert your eyes, ready for the puppet to begin drinking only to hear Wally's voice, sweet and gentle.

"Neighbor?" he hummed. You looked at him. The blood on his fangs was a much deeper shade now, coating more of it now. "You can look."

You said nothing, just watched as Wally's pupils dilated and the blood started to disappear from your skin. Your eyes didn't move from his and you found yourself unable to so much as blink at the sight. He was beautiful and all too alluring like this, hair down and your blood on his mouth while his eyes worked to drink from you. Your body trembled as your heart pounded inside you, reminding you why you'd been so reluctant to do this in the first place. It'd be a miracle if Wally hadn't noticed your flushed face at this point.

Then, Wally blinked and his eyes met yours with a soft smile. Somehow, he already looked to be regaining some of his strength, glowing with a certain, healthy radiance he hadn't had before.

"Okay!" he said, signaling he was finished.

You ripped your gaze away, sure your face was as red as one of his apples, and instinctively put a finger to where he'd bit you. You hissed sharply at the pain your touch sent down your neck and Wally gasped.

"Neighbor!" He moved your hand to examine your neck, once again his face pulling close to yours and you thought you might faint, and not just from all the blood loss. "You said you'd tell me if I needed to stop!"

"I'm fine," you insisted, lightly pushing him away with one hand. "Really."

Wally didn't look so convinced and he instantly got off the couch. Home, seemingly having read his mind, thumped its floorboards and swung open a cabinet in the kitchen for him. He walked over to it and rummaged through its contents for a while before pulling a box out. You watched as he stopped at the fridge too, taking a water bottle out. Puppets didn't need water, that was just a part of the stash he kept for you. You bit down on your tongue to stop giddy feelings from bubbling up inside you too much and he made his way back over to sit beside you again.

"Drink this." He handed you the water bottle. "Water always seems to make you humans feel better!"

You couldn't argue with that, twisting the lid off to drink the cold water. Then, he brought out the box, full of bandages and ointments and such. Again, not anything puppets are needed. Their form of first-aid was a sewing kit complete with a needle and stitches, usually provided by Poppy. Your face warmed at the thought that Wally kept this around just for you.

"I have many different kinds." Wally plucked a few bandages out to show you as an example. "There's these with the hearts on them and these with the cute little butterflies and- oh! I forgot about these!" He laughed as he took out a bandage decorated with an apple pattern. "This one is scented!"

"Really?" you laughed too. You pointed at the apple one. "I guess that one, then."

Wally smiled. He had a wipe in his other hand, which he used to clean the blood stains before carefully placing the bandage over the bites. You continued drinking your water, completely content, until he did something that made you choke on it a little. Wally nuzzled his face against your neck, pressing his mouth to it, and leaned away with a "mwah!" At the sight of your shocked expression, though, his smile shrank.

"Oh no! Did I do something wrong?" he fretted. "I thought kisses made stuff like this feel better."

You swallowed the water, now more sure than ever that you must've done something to displease whatever deity watched over you and you were being punished severely for it. Despite your squirming and heated cheeks, you gave him a smile.

"No! N-no, you're right. It helps." The amount of overwhelming emotions you were feeling made your words feel all twisted, coming out in embarrassingly short stammers. "Thank you. I feel better already."

Wally brightened. He made no comment on your flustered state, simply cuddling close to you happily. His head fell easily between your neck and shoulder and you carefully wrapped an arm around him. Surely, he could hear your speedy heartbeat, possibly even feel it, and the realization only served to make you more nervous.

"Thank you, neighbor," he whispered. You felt him go adorably limp in your embrace. It was nice. "You're a good friend."

You hummed. Perhaps too good a friend, you thought, thinking about how much of your own dignity you'd sacrificed tonight. But you were an even bigger lovestruck fool because you knew you'd do anything for Wally, including let him drink from your blood if (rather, when) he asked again.

You were still set on helping Wally figure out how to undo the transformation. Most of your days since the Count left had been spent in the mythology section of Frank's library, though it was limited. You were determined to figure out a solution to his problem that didn't involve giving him your blood every time he was hungry but, for now, this was alright, you supposed. If you allowed yourself to entertain the very selfish idea, you wouldn't entirely mind it if Wally was a vampire for a while longer either.

You thought this as you held his still body closer, the minutes going by as neither of you made any effort to detangle yourself from the other. You were sure he'd fallen asleep when you felt your legs go numb beneath you. His face was more pressed against your neck now, buried in the spot where he'd put your bandage. You felt his head move and resigned to closing your eyes to sleep with him but, just as you had, they snapped open. Wally didn't sleep. You heard a small noise come from him and you shifted your head to stare at his eyes, which were already open and wide and drinking in your expression with a smile.

"Are you smelling the bandage?" you asked.

"Maybe," he quipped and then slowly laughed.

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home x reader #mine #strawbs fics

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joshriku · 6 months

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drabble request 👀: xmcu cherik’s erik finding out charles has been paralysed

i keep saying 'drabble' and then it gets out of my hands u_u here! post xmfc, bit of altered dofp scene. thank you for the prompt!!!!

Erik grips the headboard tightly.

Charles sleeps so soundly, so peacefully, like nothing has happened to him. Erik’s chest gets smaller, tighter, like not enough blood is being pumped and like the oxygen is out of reach for his lungs. The nurse, still under Emma’s control, keeps talking:

“It’s a good thing the bullet was removed,” she explains, the weight of the words crashing upon Erik with each intonation. The bullet, so small and light, never truly left his hands. Every time he looks down, he can see it again. “It lessened the neurological effects it could have…”

Erik stops listening. There’s sand everywhere, leaking through his suit, and it’s so, so hot. It’s so hot. When he looks down, Charles is still sleeping, not having moved an inch.

He removes one of his gloves, cradling his face. He doesn’t wake up. It’s better this way, perhaps, because every time his thoughts trail back to Charles, the thought of his disappointed and heartbroken stare makes him sick. I’m sorry, but we do not. The tremble of his voice, the tears that refused to fall, the pain he must have been in—

And the pain he will continue to be in, because of him—

“I’m sorry,” Erik leans down, pressing his lips against his forehead. It burns him. His skin tastes of sand, of bullets. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so very sorry.”

No reaction. When he turns around, the nurse has left the room, and all that remains is Emma staring at him with what seems to be her version of pity.

“It shouldn’t have been like this,” Erik says. He gestures at Charles. “It should have never ended like this. This—this is a mistake. It can’t be like this.”

“Erik…”

“No, I could—” he runs a hand through his hair. “An exo-skeleton suit, is that what they call it? I could make one for him—I could—the pins in his spine, I could—”

“Erik,” Emma says, firmer, the sympathy in her eyes gone. “You can’t fix this.”

A broken cry threatens to escape his throat. He turns around to stare at Charles, still sleeping, and would still be when Erik left, unaware he was ever here. And perhaps that’s for the better, isn’t it? Erik’s caused him a lifelong injury. Every time he wanted to get up, he’d remember Erik did this to him. Every time he took a breath, he’d remember the mistake he made when he trusted Erik. He loved him as he was, and Erik retaliated with a bullet to his spine.

Charles would never forgive him.

“You can’t fix it,” Emma repeats, a bit softer, reaching out to move him. “We have to go, Erik, I can’t keep the rest of the staff frozen any longer.”

Erik nods.

He takes a second to hold Charles’ hand again, kiss it. “I’m sorry.”

Even if he never forgave him, the least Erik could do is change the world for him. Make the world a better place, for him and for all mutants.

“Erik,” Emma urges again.

Erik gives him one last look, grabs his helmet, and leaves with Emma.

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“I’m sorry, Charles… for what happened,” Erik says. The apology hurts less to say, but carries the same meaning. Ten years did that to a person. “I truly am.”

Charles takes a sip of his drink, avoids his eyes, and focuses on the board in front of them. It’d be an admirable strength of feat, if Erik couldn’t see how hard he’s trying to not look at him.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” Erik continues, a bit addicted to the feeling of confessing this guilt. “I hope—I hope by stopping this madness, I could—”

“I don’t…” Charles stops. It silences Erik immediately. When Charles looks back at him, Erik finds it hard to hold his gaze. But he does. He hasn’t stared at him in so long—being able to do it again, it’s downright hypnotizing. His next words pull Erik out of his little fantasy, though: “I don’t forgive you.”

“I know. I—”

“I don’t forgive you because I don’t blame you,” Charles finishes. Another sip, like it could give him more strength, but once he realizes his glass is almost empty he sets it aside. “I did, at first. I wanted to—oh, so badly, I wanted to hate you.”

“Charles…”

“The first few nights at the hospital, I would sleep through it all. Until the anesthesia wore off, and it was as though—” he tries gesturing with his hand, but there are no gestures that encapsulate what he must have felt. “I don’t think I could describe it. I would ask my legs to move, and they would not. Every time I woke up, I thought, perhaps this time it’ll work. And every time it didn’t, I wanted to curse you. Just curse your name and blame you for every single thing. And I couldn’t.”

“Why?” Erik asks. Does he sound hoarse? “Why couldn’t you?”

“You loved me, back then,” Charles says. “I knew you would never hurt me like that, willingly. How could I blame you for an accident?”

Charles looks shocked by his own words. Erik’s chest tightens.

“I only ever blamed you for leaving. I wanted you to be there, to be with me through this change. To adapt with me. To… just be there,” Charles shakes his head. “How foolish of me, truly.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I hope… with time, you can forgive me for that, then. And if not—” Erik tries to reach out with his hand. Charles doesn’t respond to it. “If not, I will still not leave.”

Charles chuckles. He looks at Erik as if asking, how could I ever believe you again?

“Logan… Logan says we sent him, together,” Charles tentatively brushes his fingers against Erik’s. It’s not enough. He could be under Charles’ skin and still not begin to make up everything he missed. “I suppose we shall see, then.”

Erik swallows. He needs to close the space between them, he needs to hold him, he needs to—he needs to—

Erik leans back. “You have the first move.”

Charles looks at the chess board as if he forgot its existence. “It’s been a while since I played.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” Erik promises, slightly teasing, and for the first time in a decade he stops tasting sand.

#cherik #writing #asks #thank u sm for this prompt sorry i took so long!

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augustghosts · 2 years

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Mary On a Cross - Eddie Munson

Eddie has befriended the town priest's daughter and manages to convince her to sneak into the church one night.

Is this an overused title now? I wrote this like a month ago so idk.

Warnings: Female reader. Eddie and reader are both adults. Blowjob. kinda inexperienced reader. This isn't very detailed or very long lol but I like it. Breaking into a church but not really because they have keys but they definitely aren’t supposed to be there. Not proofread so probably got mistakes, just ignore em.

Word count: 2.7k

“Forgive me Lord, for I am going to sin.”

“Shut up, Eddie.” She whispered to him. His heavy boots crunching in the leaves behind her were already making enough noise. She didn’t need his booming voice, in whatever accent he had just put on to mock her father, to add to it

Her father, the well known and well respected priest of the town. The kind and humble man whom she had just stolen from. The keys to the small church jingling in her hand was a harsh reminder of what she had just done. But Eddie’s big, warm hands resting on her hips and they stopped in front of the big wooden doors managed to erase any and all of the guilt she had previously felt. The only light surrounding them was the single bulb above the church door.

She didn’t realize that she had been staring at the door until he spoke up. “For someone who doesn’t want to get caught, you seem very insistent on standing right underneath this very bright light.”

She glared at him over her shoulder, and started fiddling with the keys. “Fuck, i don’t think i even know which one it is.”

Eddie’s gasp rang through the air, “What did you just say? Did you just swear in front of the lord?”

He laughed loudly as she turned around to slap his chest, shushing him. She finally found the right key, putting it into the keyhole and turning it slowly. The creaking sound made her cringe and look around. It was almost 2am, Eddie had parked his van by the woods and walked on foot to her house before throwing sticks at her window until she agreed to come out. He’d been suggesting this for weeks, ever since they had started this thing that they had going on. She still wasn’t sure why Eddie liked her so much, though he never failed to assure her and she genuinely believed him. She was convinced at first that he got some sort of kick out of it. Out of being the town's supposed metalhead cult leader and seducing the priest's only daughter who had never had a boyfriend before.

The door swung open and she swore the whole town could hear it, was it always this loud or was it just because she was terrified right now? Either way she walked inside with Eddie right behind her, them both stopping as she realized it was pitch black inside.

“We can’t put the lights on, someone will see.” She whispered. Suddenly feeling very small and the building she knew so well suddenly feeling very big.

“Yeah,” He agreed. “Keep the door open a sec.”

The bulb above the door being the only source of light in the building, a sliver of it lighting up the path to the altar opposite them. She started to feel kind of sick, her hand that wasn’t holding open the door clutching the cross necklace around her neck. This was bad, this was so very bad. She watched Eddie in his boots and ripped jeans and denim jacket walk up to the altar her father usually stood behind. He fished a lighter out of his pocket and lit a few of the candles around the altar, just enough to light up the space around it.

“You can close the door now, might wanna lock it too.” He smirked and gestured to the candles, “This will have to do honey, any brighter than this and someone will come looking.”

She took one last look outside before easing the door shut, locking it behind her and running up the path between the pews to join Eddie at the front. She practically jumped into his arms, holding onto him and looking around. Surveying it as if she was in an unknown place and not a building she spends hours of her time at every week. He studied her face and wrapped his strong arms tightly around her, placing a kiss to her forehead before whispering against her skin.

“Hey, we’re safe, you know? No one’s gonna come in here. I promise.”

“You don’t know that.” She whispered, looking up at him. He looked beautiful in the candle light.

“I do.”

“How?”

“Because I always do, have you forgotten that I know everything?” He was trying to make her laugh, ease her nerves, and she appreciated that. She giggled before pressing a kiss to his lips. He always let her make the first move, another thing she appreciated.

He was always so kind, so so kind. Nothing like the rumors the church folk had spread about him and his friends. He held her tighter as they kissed, her fingers curling into his hair. She had never kissed anyone before Eddie, but she swore he was the best kisser in the world. He kissed her in a way that made her never want to kiss anyone else. The way he gripped her so tightly but touched her so gently. His soft lips are a welcome juxtaposition to the way he dressed and the music he listened too.

She pulled away from him to unzip the jacket she had been wearing, revealing the top she had put on just for him. It was so simple, but she usually never wore things like this. The top paired with Eddie’s favourite little skirt that barely covered her ass and her bra that she had to hide from her mom had him staring, wide eyed and mouth open.

“Fuck baby,” He reached for her, his hands cupping her tits through her shirt. “‘All for me?”

“Of course.” She reached for his face, pulling him down to kiss her again. Rougher and more sloppy this time. Their chests pressed together so he could feel her hardened nipples against his skin.

“What do you wanna do?” He asked, his lips finding her jawline and neck. His breath against the sensitive skin there made her gasp. “We can do whatever you want, even if that's nothing. Or just kiss. I’m cool with it all.”

“Uh- i,um” She hesitated as she pulled away from him, suddenly remembering where she was. Her nerves are building back up again. He sensed her anxiety, his hands reaching down to squeeze her ass, making her smile.

“Look at me,” He whispered. “We can leave if you want.”

“No, no I don't want to leave. I just, um - I mean what do you want to do?” She asked.

“I just want to be here with you. Coming in here was bad ass. It was hot as fuck.” He said, she blushed and looked away from him again. “We can do what we did last time, if you want.” He suggested, the blush on her cheeks growing as she recalled him making her come on his fingers in her dark room, after he had snuck through the window. How he had covered her mouth and shushed her and told her not to wake her parents. How he had kissed her as she came, swallowing her moans and how he had called her a good girl. It had embarrassed her at first, the way he had looked up at the cross on her wall and grinned as she had reached down between them to touch him, asking him to teach her.

“I want to touch you again.” She said, a strange confidence coming over her when she remembered how he had moaned her name and told her how good she was doing, and the face he made when he had spilled into her hand.

“Alright, i-if you’re sure.” He stuttered as she went for his belt. Kissing his cheek as she played with the handcuff shaped belt buckle. Suddenly, a horribly nasty idea came over her.

“Go sit down.” She said, pointing to the first row of pews. The specific one she usually sat on with her mother and siblings on Sundays. He looked confused, breathing out a laugh and opening his mouth to question her.

“Go.” She cut him off before he could ask, smiling as sweetly as she could. “Please.”

“Uh, okay,” He laughed, making his way down the stairs. “But only since you asked so nicely.” He joked as he sat down. He slipped off his jacket and watched her as she made her way down the steps. How beautiful she looked with the candles behind her. His jeans tightened as her tits bounced when she walked. He held out his hands to her, expecting her to climb onto his lap. But held them up, as if surrendering, when she dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Woah,” He said as her hands came to rest on his thighs. His hard bulge is now visible in his already tight jeans. “Now this- this is definitely sinful. Baby, you’re gonna have to walk into the confession box after this, shit.”

He was already worked up from just the thought of her like this, on her knees in front of him. But the fact that this was happening inside a goddamn church, that fact that she was wearing this goddamn outfit and the fact that her goddamn cross necklace she always wore was sitting perfectly between her tits. Fuck, he had dreamed of this. Her nimble fingers came up to his painful erection and began to palm him. Ever so lightly and gently, he had to resist putting his hand over hers and pressing down.

She noticed the way he tensed up and balled his fists when she undid his belt and the fly on his jeans. He pushed his hips up to help her pull them down but stopped her before she could touch him again.

“Shit honey, are you sure? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want too and um- i didn’t fuck, i didn’t bring you here thinking something would happen, i just thought it would be fun and-”

“Shut up.”

His mouth snapped shut at the sound of her voice, doing as he was told.

“I know you didn’t,” She continued, “I never thought you did. I want this Eddie. I want to, I love touching you. I love making you feel good.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this, here? We can go back to my van or even my place if you want. I know i make fun of all this God shit but i know it actually means something to you and i would never-”

“I want to, Ed’s.” She pulled out his achingly hard cock as she spoke. “Are you turning me down?”

“Fuck no. No way, I'm just- I'm just saying.” He stuttered again, suddenly feeling stupid. She was always the one stuttering and whining underneath him, he never expected the tables to turn like this.

“Okay then,” She said, pumping him a few times and observing the way his mouth fell open and his eyes shut. “I think I know what I'm doing, but you’re gonna have to help me. Let me know if I do something wrong.”

An evil idea suddenly popped into her head for the second time that night as she remembered Eddie’s words from earlier.

“Forgive me father,” She said, in the sexiest voice she could muster. Eddie’s head shot up from where it had fallen back onto the seat and his eyes were wide as if he knew what was coming. “For I am going to sin.”

She finished her sentence by wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. He let out a delightful moan, she had never heard him sound like that before. She loved it.

“Holy fuck that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. Oh my god, oh my god. I’m gonna remember that for fucking ever.” He rambled as his hand came to the back of her head, trying his hardest not to tangle his fingers in her hair and push her head down as her tongue swirled around his head. Her free hand pumped along his shaft.

“Just a little more, baby. If you can.” He said, breathless. Now using his hand to apply pressure to the back of her head, but not too much. She could tell he was holding back. She hummed around him as he pushed her softly to take more of his cock.

“Shit, good girl.” He whimpered. That was it, that’s what she loved. And he knew it. She moaned around him, his cock twitched in her mouth and she felt his hand tighten in her hair. He was helping her now, tugging on her hair slightly when she pulled up and pushing her back down again, holding her at the base for a few seconds before letting her come up to breathe.

“Are you okay?” He asked, when she pulled off of him completely and took a few deep breaths.

“Yeah, I just needed a second.” She smiled at him and that alone made him squirm. Her mouth was red and swollen and her eyes were teary and blown out.

“Take your time baby.” He said through gritted teeth as she made her way back down again. His hand hesitantly hovering above her head again. She kissed the tip once before pulling back again and using her hand to jerk him off.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Eddie.”

“Yeah? Shit.” He groaned, “I’m fucking close, Honey. Don’t stop.”

He groaned again when she took him back into her mouth, her hand working what she couldn’t take. He was breathing heavier, quicker now. He looked so gorgeous. His face flushed, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. His stomach tensing and his hip thrusting and squirming.

“Fuck, i’m gonna come baby. I’m gonna come so fucking hard. Are you sure you want it in your mouth?”

She moaned around him and looked up at him, the best version of a yes she could give him right now. She was enthralled by the way he looked right now. This was a lot more intense than the hand jobs he had taught her to give him. She thought it was funny how unusually quiet he was right now compared to his usual self. His brows furrowed and mouth open. She thought that this was the most beautiful he had ever looked. Here in a fucking church, her church. Nothing but candle and moonlight surrounding him.

She could feel the heat between her own legs growing the longer she looked up at him, the feeling in her stomach that Eddie had just recently made familiar to her beginning to grow almost unbearable. All it takes for him to spill into her mouth is one short glance down at her, the love that remained in her eyes as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He was a goner.

“Fuck, baby. Oh shit, uh- you’re so fucking perfect. Oh my god.”

His hand that isn’t in her hair is gripping his own thigh to stop himself from pulling her hair too tightly, definitely leaving a mark. Part of her was proud of herself, that she had reduced him to such a mess. Her usually eccentric and confident man was babbling her name and groaning as he came into her mouth. It’s so dirty, she thinks. To be doing this in general, but especially to be doing it here. She kept suckling until he physically pulled her off of him. She swore she heard him whine, but he quickly tried to gather himself.

She giggled as she looked up at him, still on her knees, which had already started to hurt. He joined her in laughing as he grasped her shoulders and helped her up to sit beside him.

“Holy shit.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Did you like it? For real?” She replied, they were both whispering again now.

“Baby, that was the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He smiled, he was still breathing heavily. She reached down to help him buckle his jeans back up.

“We should go.” She mumbled, kissing him again. “We’ve been here long enough.”

“Shit, I never thought I'd say this but I don't wanna leave. This is my new favorite place in the goddamn world.”

#did this suck? I think this might suck #pun not intended #reminder that this is a side blog so if you comment I can't reply without exposing my main <3 #Eddie munson #stranger things #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x female reader #Eddie munson smut #smut

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 1 year

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The Death of Diplomacy

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing

You could have broken the tension like a rod of glass. The room was trapped in a bubble of complete silence unbroken by any living thing as all those that did live held their breaths in anticipation. On the void side faces were lit in shock and concern, and on the Maker side bodies were tense with anticipation poised and leaning forward. In a way Adam felt he was an intruder on a moment that should have been intensely private, but the outcome would mean everything.

Lanus was their last card to play,and if this didn’t work, he didn’t know what would.

Looking at Lanus in the near silence, tall, strong, and regal, Adam was struck by a sudden and overwhelming sense of guilt. He had only ever heard stories of Lanus from Sunny. From what she described he had been everything you hope to have in a father, kind, patient, loyal and protective. He had done his best to protect Sunny in a world where she was not welcome.

And his death had been catastrophic.

A death that Adam had facilitated.

Lanus had died during the last push of the Steel Eye operation, and it was Adam himself that had struck the death blow, and it was his death that had caused Kazna’s original spiral into revenge, something that once seemed small, but had primed her to become what she was.

Now, the universe was on the brink of ending, and Adam couldn’t shake the guilt that secretly bubbled in the pit of his stomach.

The universe was ending and it was his fault.

Despite everything that had happened between him and Sunny, despite their slow movement through mistrust, to forgiveness, to friends and then to love, he had still never been able to forgive himself for what he had done to her father, for taking away one of the only people in her life that had ever protected her. Thinking about into made him sick, and looking at Lanus, fighting quietly to rectify his mistake was almost too much.

The meeting hadn’t lasted more than a moment, but still waiting for Kazna’s response took what seemed to be a lifetime. It wasn’t until she reached up her hand, pressing the flat of lanus’s palm to her cheek that Adam felt a spark of hope arrive in his chest. “Hijan Cheel.” She said murmuring the words softly into the palm of his hand, “You have returned to me.”

Everett and Noctus shifted nervously glancing back and forth between each other unsure what to do.

Renegade lurked at the back of the group arms crossed over her chest.

The expression on her face was difficult to read but somehow seemed to hold undertones of confusion.

“I have.” Lanus said, he reached up his other hand, cupping her face in both of his palms, “I am only sorry I could not have come to you sooner.”

It seemed things were going well.

Maybe…

Maybe the could end all of this here, maybe they could turn Kazna to their side, of course the Makers would want her to spend a couple of years in their little hell pit, but after a few thousand years Adam might not care so much considering that was plenty of time to raise his children and die peacefully.

He did his best to stifle the hope that was rising in his chest, but to do so wasn’t entirely possible.

Reaching out with her lower set of arms, kazna took lanus’s hands in hers. For once her expression held no hint of malice, or mockery. Disbelief slowly beginning to melt into excitement, “My love you are here…. “ Her voice trailed off for a moment, jaw working to find words before squeezing his hands tightly in hers, “Come, come with me, come and be at my side Lanus.”

Adam’s heart sunk right down into his boots.

“I am so very close to the greatest achievement of my life. Winning the greatest war.” She pulled him closer looking hard into his eyes, “Once you join me, everything shall be as it should be. With you at my side there is no power that can stand in our way.” She reached up with her hands, gently caressing his face as if attempting to memorize its form simply by touch, but stopped as a dark expression passed over Lanus.

This was not good, and for a horrible moment Adam wondered if he had made a horrible miscalculation. Would lanus change sides instead of Kazna. Did he just hand over a valuable asset, the one final playing card without knowing what he was doing.

He glanced at Sunny, watching her face.

He could sense the tension in the lines of her body, and the set of her jaw. She knew her father better than anyone.

“What is it?” Kazna asked

lanus took one of her hands in his but stepped back for a moment taking her hand in his, “My dear one…. I was hoping that you would join me…. The Maker world is a beautiful one. There are many battles to fight, many things to do, and I have found my place in the ranks of a glorious army of light.”

Kazna frowned, “Within the ranks…. Lanus please you are not a simple soldier, you are a general, a leader of Drev. you are wasted as a simple soldier.”

Lanus shook his head slowly, speaking slowly as he tried to chose his words with the utmost care, “Kazna, there are many who have come before us, saints and glorious heroes of the past who can teach us much. I am but a student, eager to learn what they provide. One day I will find my way to the top of their ranks, but I am willing to wait as I learn.’

Kazna shook her head, “But I offer you a chance to take it all now, to join me.”

“Kazna…. The path of instant gratification is not the way. Your war will be the end to us. There will be no more battles, there will be no more conquest, there will be nothing left, and I…. I do not wish to lose you to non-existence.”

Watching Lanus try and talk Kazna down was like watching a man try to defuse a nuclear bomb with ten seconds left on the clock. Adam’s stomach was a pit of nerves and nausea to the point he simply wished to walk out of the room and wait until it was over.

There was a pause in the room, almost imperceptible.

And it wasn’t good.

Kazna took a small step back frowning, “Lanus, I am asking you to join me as my battle partner, to fulfill the oaths that you gave to me in the circle.”

“Oaths I am willing to fill. I only ask that you give me eternity, not days Kazna.”

“Your understanding of what I do is flawed, Lanus. The Makers have warped your mind!” Kazna’s agitation was growing, like a slowly building eruption. Lanus was doing his best to diffuse the situation, to talk her down like a hostage negotiator. Not that Adam was an expert on hostage negotiation, but Lanus seemed to be doing a better job than anyone else might have circumstances permitting.

He pulled her back, closer to him, and when he spoke his voice left out all the accusation that another man might have leveled at her, “Than explain to me Kazna, what am I missing? I wish to have you forever, but this war of your can only end in our ceasing to exist.”

Kazna shook her head, “We become part of something greater Lanus.”

“I am….. Fuzzy on how you become part of something that does not exist, my love.”

Kazna huffed in frustration, “You need to look beyond what is simple to understand, Lanus. Give up those things which you know and join me in the unknown, in a greater future beyond this world.”

Lanus paused and shook his head slowly, “I am afraid i do not understand.”

It was likely at that moment things began to devolve. It was no fault f Lanus, h had done his best in trying to quench the absolute insanity that was his wife, but a man can only do so much.

At that point, kazna was too far gone.

She pulled back from Lanus withdrawing her hand from him, and all at once her eyes hardened, “The Makers have ruined your vision Lanus, made you complicit.” He reached out for her, but she took a step back, “I asked you to join me, and as my battle partner, there should have been no question, but even now you resist me. You have been corrupted. You are not the Lanus that I knew!”

Things had gone very suddenly sideways, and now they were riding into hell on a speeding bullet train headed right for “oh shit” valley, and the bridge crossing was broken.

Lanuswas a good actor, had been willing to sacrifice his own sanity for an eternity with kazna, but even a patient man has his limits, “Kazna.” His voice was firm, scolding like a father to his child, “Than maybe you never knew me at all.”

The words were sharp, cutting.

The first words he had spoken in anger and they sunk right down to the bone”

Kazna’s face twisted.

Lanus’s posture shifted ever so subtly, “You have broken your oaths Kazna. WHen we entered the circle we promised always to protect each other, to protect our family.” he shook his head in frustration now beginning to boil over, “You murdered my children, crippled others and drove more to the near edge of insanity. You have broken the sacred customs of our people by seeking personal revenge, and worse, you have attempted to murder children, my grandson you have tried to kill.”

At the mention of his grandson, kazna flared with a sudden spark of rage that had her shadows coursing back to her feet, “Grandson! How could you Lanus, how could you accept that THING.” Her mouth worked hard stammering with rage before she could find the words, “That hybrid FREAK is no blood of mine.”

This was the first time Adam had seen Lanus truly angry. Up to this point he had been understanding, relaxed, and reasonable, but in that moment he switched to hot overwhelming rage, that filled the room and caused members of both delegations to step back in alarm. Kazna’s anger was nothing.

Adam expected the Drev to begin screaming, but instead his voice dropped to a near whisper, “Speak of him like that again kazna, and i will strike you down where you stand.”

Adam and Adham exchanged looks.

This was not going according to plan.

Things had derailed and had done so in a spectacular fashion.

Bu of course it was Kazna who finally sent the train careening off the tracks, deploying an underhanded move that would never have been accepted in a Drev dueling ring. She attacked in the middle of a peace talk, and she did it suddenly,underhandedly against all code of drev combat.

In an instant her massive black trident sprung into her hand and thrust forward at Lanuz’s chest.

Sunny shouted and held out a hand in shock, but Lanus was just as fast. Reaching up, he dodged to the side, trident passing through the space he had most recently occupied, then with one hand he snatched the shaft of the trident and yanked hard pulling Kazna off balance and straight into the path of his waiting palm.

The move was distinctly un drev in nature, certainly more human, but the slap itself was powerful enough to knock Kazna to the floor.

And it was about that time that all semblance of diplomacy evaporated into chaos

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A Little Birdy

Lil late night thang with Maggie and Penny. I haven't shared much regarding these characters here (Though I will in the future) but I figured better post something now than never.

CONTENT WARNING: Lady whump, pet names, creepy whumper, laceration/cutting, threats, foul/degrading language.

Penny buttoned up her nightgown, letting out an exhausted sigh. She could sleep, finally. She felt as if she hadn’t for years. It would end, at last. She could cry, laugh, pinch herself to see if she was dreaming again. That sick fuck’d be dead by dawn, she knew it.

A creak. She looked up, and her stomach twisted into knots.

A lazy trail of smoke, reeking of sickly sweet lavender, led back to a figure leaning against the doorframe. Margaret Wright, a coworker. A ‘friend’. Her, the bastard sonuvabitch. Oh god, Penny didn’t want to see her, not now.

“Ello Pens.” Maggie crooned. “Felt the need to pop in. How do you do?”

“Maggie, it’s a wee bit late, don’t you think?” Penny squeaked. Her heart hammered against her chest. “M-Maybe we could talk in the morning. Yes, that would be quite nice, let’s leave it till then.”

“Hm, no. I’d like to have a yarn, Pens. It’s urgent, I’m afraid.”

The smoking woman crept closer to Penny, eyeing her up like a wolf to a rabbit. She reeked of tobacco and alcohol. “A little bird told me that the other butlers ain’t too fond of me. S’at right, Pens?”

“Not too fond? Oh, dear, I’m r–really not sure, Maggie! I couldn’t say!” Penny giggled nervously. “Perhaps we should ask them tomorrow. W-we could clear things up in the morning, yes, w–with sharper minds not sullied with the day’s concerns.”

“Oh, Pens.” Maggie shook her head, her eyes narrowed into a prying leer. “I don’t like it when you lie to me. You’re not very good at it, either. You titter and shiver like a little gerbil.” She slunk closer, and Penny let out a short yelp, stumbling back.

“Oh, Maggie, y–you know just as I do that those other butlers aren’t terribly keen on me either. Anything you suspect, I assure you it’s simply a misunderstandin’. B–But perhaps, perhaps lets– Let’s–”

“I have heard murmurs of conspiracy. I have a whole operation going, and someone’s got a problem with it. Do you not appreciate what I’ve done for you, Pens?”

“No! No, no, I-I am very appreciative of you M-Maggie. You– You’re so good to me. I would never—”

Penny felt something sharp press against her cheek. She paled, her body tensing up. “I feel under-appreciated. I don’t think you realize the sacrifices I’ve made for you. I could have fared fine without dragging your ass along…”

“Maggie– Maggie, please, let’s not do anything rash–”

“...You ain’t changed since school-days, girl.” Maggie drawled, dragging the blade across Penny’s cheek. Pain shot through her and the cut welled up with deep red sanguine. “Still the same sniveling little cunt you always were.”

Penny’s voice quavered. “Please, please, Maggie stop–”

“But worse yet. You listened to me before.” The blade pressed down, digging under her skin, “Now you don’t. You got bold,” Penny whimpered in pain, “I should put you in your place, shouldn’t I?”

“No, no no, please–”

“Why not? You ain’t making any cases for yourself, love. I have every reason to. I’ll beat the little traitor out of you.”

That was the last straw on the camel's back. Penny broke, erupting into sobs as tears ran down her cheeks. “I– I’m sorry! T-they wanted– They wanted to get rid of you, they think you’re a crook, Maggie, they were gonna kill you tomorrow. I–I told them, I told them they were making a mistake, but– but– Please, please forgive me, I’m so sorry!”

Maggie gave a sly smile, her stomach tingling with satisfaction. Penny only told her what she’d already known, but the girl’s pathetic simpering had Maggie salivating.

“Good girl.” She lowered the knife, “I knew you’d come ‘round.”

Penny gasped for breath, sniffling and whimpering into her hand.

“Now, then.” Maggie wiped the knife clean, “Let’s settle this little mutiny.”

#lady whump #lady whumper #lady whumpee #whump #whumpblr #my writing #carbochars #carbonundrumcomic #oc: maggie #oc: penny #whump writing #whumpee #creepy whumper #whump oc #oc whump #penny i am so sorry. kisses you gently #you do not deserve to have maggie unleashed upon ye #my ocs

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thatfreak03 · 7 months

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Part 5 of “I have no self control, so I made a Playlist for Fanfiction I like”.

I made another one of these. I can’t promise it’s going to be the last one. It might be, but I don’t know. Again, this is for @rocksandrobots two fanfics, Of Rocks and Robots and Phantoms Of The Past. There will be spoilers for the both fan fictions. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Warning: Some of these songs talk about sensitive subjects, especially the Citizen Soldier songs.

Still Breathing by Citizen Soldier. Varian has been though hell in the Kingdom Of Corona. And he how to go through all of that with no one to help him. Not even The Big Hero 6 know exactly what went through, because they never been through everything he has been through. But they are here for him now. That fact that Varian is still alive and still trying to live shows he’s strong. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFAs8GKyZJE

Monsters of Memories by Citizen Soldier. Varian might be in a better environment now, but the things that happen in his past still haunt him and cause him pain. That and a small part of him still feels like if his new friends new absolutely everything he did in his past, they will leave him. That and people from his past really are coming back to haunt him. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1bTiy8bVcM

Fake Friends Forever by Richie Branson. The Tangled gang only ever seeked out Varian when they needed something from him and then they make him out to be the bad guy if he doesn't give it to them, as seen in the Halloween arc. Varian is sick and tired of dealing with them, and he told them as much in said Halloween arc. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJFiiVpJwSA

Something Wild by Lindsey Stirling. The Big Hero 6 gang knew Varian has been through a lot but they also knew he’s strong, and he can overcome whatever else the world will through. But this time, with them, he won’t be alone. Varian will always have a home in their world. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtmCCNB8wqc

Running With The Wolves by AURORA. This song just gives off the feeling of freedom to me. Varian is no longer in the control of anyone from his world now, and is free to be who he is with others like him. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkkkWcDlW2g

Rubik’s Cube by Athlete. Despite everything, there are still things Varian doesn't understand about this new world. But he is figuring stuff out, and he now has people who will be there for him as he does. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TigHAH3oKA

Let You Down by NF. Once again, Rapunzel and the entire Kingdom of Corona used Varian as scapegoat. Rapunzel acts like Varian is the one who let’s her down whenever he does something she doesn't like. Varian has had enough of this. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrVNAq7nSTQ

Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE. Varian has gained brothers in Tadashi and Hiro. Despite not being in their lives for very long, they have formed a bond, and will try their best to be there for him. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRSLz_KgUsM

Who I Am by The Score. In Corona, people painted Varian as a monster, even when he was just asking for help at the beginning. This view on him continued when decided to fight back. While not all his actions were perfect, Varian knows he doesn't carry as much blame as the king does, and he not going to just forget or forgive what the rulers of the kingdom has done, just so they can live in their fairy tale world view. Varian will not comply to their norm. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFs7egR2iDE

Unconditionally by Katy Perry. I know this meant to be a romance song, but I feel like it can still apply to platonic relationships. Pretty much all of Varian’s relationships in Corona were conditional. As in, when he wasn’t being their idea of perfect or what they wanted from him, they turned on him. But the people Varian has relationships now, in the Big Hero 6 world, they accept all of him. Varian is there friend, and he doesn't have to do anything to be that. Their are no conditions, so to speak. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZRvNrAOYH8

Ugly Side by Blue October. Despite everything, a part of Varian still feels like if his new friends knew absolutely everything that he’s done in his world , they will turn on him. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12-pQoDO8As

At My Best by Machine Gun Kelly & Hailee Steinfeld. The Tangled crew were only kind to Varian when they needed something and when he was what they wanted him to be. The second his needs conflicted with their wants they turned on him. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlA9FGm2GdE

If No One Will Listen by Kelly Clarkson. The Tangled crew, royal family, and the people of Corona wouldn’t listen to Varian when he try to ask for help, call them out on their problems and etc. So Varian had to fight alone. Even before the amber and such, Varian was used to doing things alone. But his friends in the Big Hero 6 world are letting him know, he’s not alone anymore. Link to song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dNDCu3eK_8

Dog Teeth by Nicole Dollanganger. This is basically Varian and the Big Hero 6 characters calling the Corona royal family and some other Tangled The Series characters what they are: Monsters who hurt people with no remorse and then have the nerve to think of themselves as caring people. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00oWTq3UuwM

Three’s A Team by Garrison Ulrich. Varian, Hiro, and Tadashi have been through a lot. Both on their own, and together. But now that they are together, they will have each others back. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_D2dPNNq84

People Like Us by Kelly Clarkson. Varian knows what it’s like to be seen as the villain when in reality, you’re just a scared and confused kid. Varian tells Trina she’s not alone anymore. Not only will he, a person who understands her will be there for her, but so will the other Big Hero 6 characters. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AV8lxGjdZ0

Apologize by OneRepublic. Again I know this song is meant to used in a romantic light, or a breakup type light, but I think it can also be used in a platonic way. This Varian saying that he used to trust the Tangled crew, he even looked up to and admirer some one them, but he knows better now. And a simple “I’m sorry” isn’t going to fix things. The corruption of power in Corona is way scary than anything Zhan Tiri can do. Link to song here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rF5oITEq43Q

Savages by Marina And The Diamonds. All of Corona likes to think of themselves as this perfect place with perfect people. But it’s pretty much a dystopia with glitter painted on it to make it look nice. The rulers are awful, the laws are awful, and the people of the kingdom are awful. Link to song here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3SvjiHaTXc

Guilty All The Same by Linkin Park. The Tangled gang and the kingdom of Corona, especially the royal family want to play victim and blame Varian and others for all their problems, but they truth is, they caused most of the problems, have the power to fix their problems, but chose not to. They have things they are guilty of, but they refuse to even acknowledge these things. Link to song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEaEdLQbAFM

Fairytale by Gabby Sophia. This is mostly on the list because of the lyrics “What if the bad wasn’t the bad guy? What if the hero wasn’t really good?” because that more or less described Varian with the Tangled series. Another part of lyrics that describe what Varian had gone though in Corona is “I guess the beast ended up alright in the end, but what if the enchantress messed with their heads? Maybe she made them all hate him. What if he was always kind and it was just their state of mind?” because Varian only tyring to save his dad and no one would help him, and the king and later the rest fo the Tangled crew painted him as the bad and turned everyone in the kingdom against him. Also, this song has the feeling of someone who grow up with fairy tales and then finding out about their horrible truths, and Honey Lemon seemed to love fairy tales and is now horrified at how Varain was treated in Corona. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nafLvGJUE8

You Have Something Special by Joanna Sternberg. Varian realizes that even before the amber the Tangled crew weren’t very good to him. The Big Hero 6 gang let him know that he is a good person who deserves better. Link to song here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoJeTgmi0z4

I hope you like this playlist. Link to part 1, 2, 3, and 4 below:

Part 1: https://thatfreak03.tumblr.com/post/645048689143037953/i-have-no-self-control-so-i-made-a-playlist-for

Part 2: https://thatfreak03.tumblr.com/post/647193773086998528/part-of-2i-have-no-self-control-so-i-made-a

Part 3: https://thatfreak03.tumblr.com/post/655714777464766464/part-3-of-i-have-no-self-control-so-i-made-a

Part 4: https://thatfreak03.tumblr.com/post/679353160268218368/part-4-of-i-have-no-self-control-so-i-made-a

#tangled the series #big hero 6 the series #big hero 6 #bh6 the series #bh6 #tangled #tts #crossover #au #Disney #marvel #of rocks and robots #Phantoms of the Past #rachelbethhines

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eyes-like-a-pisces · 24 days

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Hii. I carry something with me… So from my 17th-21st I had a relationship with an asshole. He treated me so bad, guilt-tripped me and emotionally punished and forced me into having sex with him. I did it often against my will. He told me I was fat (I was not) and often made me cry and argued with me. This grew a hatred towards him. But I was so young and inexperienced, and alone, I did not have the guts to break up. I cheated on him in our 3rd year. A year later, I got very, very sick and through this way I found out he had cheated on me and gave me a disease. He did that 7 or 8 months before I got sick. After a month or 2 I forgave him and got back to him for a while, after I found out. But during that, I kept meeting other guys, as I my hatred for him was as big as the fear of letting him go. All of this was traumatic. Even me cheating was traumatic, as I still often have nightmares about me cheating on my current partner, which I would never ever ever do in my entire life. My current partner is a pure angel, the best, the loveliest, the most perfect man ever. And still. I told him what my ex did but not what I did, because I know he would be so disgusted with me, and his perception of me would forever be altered. I do not plan on telling him, bc it is in the past and it would not be of any use for this relationship. Still, it lives on inside me, it gnaws at me, I am ashamed of myself for doing that and I don’t know if I will ever get over it. I never told anyone and I never will, I guess.

First of all, thank you for confiding in me and I'm really sorry you went through all of this.

I think the most important part now is about forgiving yourself and self-healing. Maybe you are able to talk with a therapist about It? If not, there are some things you can do on your own.

Some ideas: Don't talk out loud badly about yourself. Write a letter to your ex where you will tell him how you felt and what you feel now, then write down that is over now and burn It. Do something for yourself that is kind. What would someone that loves themselves do?

Nobody's perfect (even your current boyfriend). We make mistakes and can learn from them. You are worthy of love. Your boundaries are important and should be respected. I wish you all the best 🤍🤍🤍

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valley-of-lies · 2 years

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OKAY GUYS

I’ll be posting my fic now very quickly. It’s the only way of preventing me from deleting it right now and throwing away hours of work shakjasjjaa. ANYWAY: MINORS DNI, mature content, angst (at least I tried) and no happy ending (I’m sorry guys). Have fun reading tho and thank you for any support ily 🤟🏻🤧💜

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Just for tonight

A massive headache tortured you as you walked into the kitchen late at night and turned on the light with tired hands. These days, everything was just too much for you.

It’s not like you were sick in terms of having a cold, no. You were fucking sick of feeling down because you failed your relationship with Jake. You guys were a sweet couple for four years, but suddenly things went the wrong way somehow.

Well, you had to admit the fact that it wasn’t mainly his fault. But was it actually yours then? What was the reason for him breaking up with you?

Every visit started to end in an awful argument every time something was misunderstood (with insulting and yelling at each other, really bad to be honest), causing Jake to leave only a few minutes later after he arrived.

Plus, you had to confess that you didn’t treat him right all the time.

The preparation for your studies were your number one priority in the past time, therefore you didn’t look much after him during that period. Which was a huge mistake.

Sigh. Maybe you really were the problem.

Having opened the little fridge in your apartment for the hundredth time now just to slam it close with upwelling tears in you eyes, made you realise you were gonna be alone for the rest of your life.

No one could replace Jake. He was your other half, the only person that understood the emotional side of yours. He was what people would call their soulmate.

Why was everything so complicated? You couldn’t come to a conclusion or even a solution. You were sure about the fact that you loved him. But did he still love you?

The helplessness was eating you up from the inside and you gripped your aching head in frustration as you sat down on the wooden bench in the corner of your kitchen.

Jake would have told you to take painkillers at that point, the caring boyfriend he always was. But you reached a stage where you just let the pain distract you from your confused thoughts running through your mind.

The image of Jake‘s beautiful face popped up in front of your inner eye. His soft brown eyes were comforting you almost every time you were sad and you wished nothing else than him being with you now.

Suddenly the ringtone of your phone interrupted your thinking and you noticed that tears were running down your cheeks.

Would you ever recover from that?

The feeling of emptiness overwhelmed you when you picked up the call, without looking who it was. “Hello?“

“Y/n. Please open the door.“ Jake‘s caring voice and his strong accent invaded your mind, which increased the pain in your chest.

Why did he call you?

You knew it wasn’t the right time to say anything wrong, it was past midnight, cold and the fact that he reached out to you was just too precious. But of course your tired and stupid brain didn’t think before you spoke.

“Why do you even want to see me? We’re over. You said it yourself.“

As expected Jake stayed calm.

“Stop arguing, y/n. If you don’t want me here then I’ll leave again.“

But of course you weren’t going to tell him that and he knew.

With the phone on your ear, you feet slurped across the cold tiles and within seconds Jake stood across from you in your living room.

His dyed hair fell into his forehead and he scratched his right foot across the floor. Was he nervous? And if yes, why?

It definitely wasn’t a good idea to clear up things in the middle of the night when your head was an empty void and too full at the same time anyway.

The urge to speak your mind came out of nowhere.

“Please forgive me“, you begged and began to cry out loud. “I am sorry Jake. I was so occupied and overwhelmed with my life. And I still am. But please don’t leave me.“

The distance between you, emotionally and physically, broke your heart. It was sad it went this way and the missing reaction from Jake gave you chills. You were scared.

Before you actually realised, Jake took two slow steps in your direction. But he stopped midways.

“I already left you.“

“But you didn’t have to.“

Jake‘s face had the pain which he felt written on it.

“How am I supposed to stay with you when you give me the feeling that you don’t give a damn about me? About us?“

You couldn’t stop crying and you felt pathetic about it.

“Jake, I never had the intention to-“

“You never have, y/n. But what you say and what you do is not the same anymore.“

Somehow your living room started to spin more and more and you had to grip the cupboard next to you.

You didn’t expect much good to happen tonight and stood with your head hanging down hopelessly. But you glanced at him quickly and there was something sparkling in his eyes.

“Have you been better with me being gone?“

“Y/n…“ You were afraid of his response. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he came towards you and took you in his arms.

Finally you felt the familiar warmth of your ex-boyfriend‘s body around you and your breathing calmed down while you relaxed immediately.

Nothing mattered now. Just him hugging you tightly, even if it was just for now.

As long as you were with him, everything was okay.

“I miss you“, he admitted. “But I don’t know. Too much happened. I wasn’t in control of my feelings either and me always screaming at you was frightening for me. And you.“

As much as you wanted to tell him how this wasn’t important now, you just couldn’t. Not a single word was able to leave your mouth.

You looked up at him with swollen eyes and a red face. You must look horrible now, but you had the feeling that Jake looked at you with an expression on his face that told you you were incredibly gorgeous.

“Can you stay?“

Jake closed his eyes and he looked indecisive. But his craving for being with you overtook his good sense, so he nodded slightly.

Carefully, you reached out to him and came close to his face. His eyes were inspecting your lips with desire and he knew he had no other chance.

“I am sorry“, he whispered rather to himself before he pressed his lips onto yours. He could taste the sadness on them. Your little whine broke his heart and made him want you at the same time.

The way you tasted his lips and gave in to him without any hesitation told him more than a thousand words. He knew that this was wrong. Oh boy, this was wrong on so many levels. But he wanted you.

Your hands cupped his chin and your tongue traced the heart-shaped form of his lips while you felt his strong hands squeezed your hips in excitement.

God, you missed this.

The kiss got more demanding and he guided you to the sofa without breaking the connection between you, before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap.

Jake‘s hands continued to caress your body as if he would check whether everything about you was still the way he had remembered or not.

He moaned between the steamy kisses. “Did you miss me this much?“

“Missed you even more“, you mumbled before you tasted the skin of his chin, hitting his sweet spot. You knew everything about him so well that it scared him.

“Please show me baby“, he demanded. “Show me how much you missed me.“

At this point you didn’t care about any emotional damage that would be caused if you continued with everything. It was too late to stop now.

Slowly you moved your hips against his crotch and sucked on his neck.

“Not too hard babygirl, you’re gonna leave marks.”

You didn’t response, just looked at him with desire and crushed your lips on his again, grabbing his hair and tugging a bit on it too. The tension built up inside him and he felt himself getting hard slowly.

“Baby stop…”, he moaned and digged his strong fingers into the flesh of your hips. At first you were afraid he was going to leave, but instead he took your chin in his hand carefully, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I want to be inside you y/n. Can I?”

The concern in his eyes almost made you cry like a little child but you automatically clenched your walls. And you were sure he recognised.

“Please do it Jake”, you begged. “I want you to rail me so bad. Show me how much I hurt you.”

He breathed heavily, gripped your throat and pulled you to his face. Excitement built up in your stomach and you felt how aroused you both got.

Jake’s slender fingers found its way into your pants and past your underwear.

You gasped at the cold sensation and arched your back as soon as he ran his finger over your slit, caressing your pussy for the first time in weeks.

“Jake, please”, you whined and gripped on his shoulders tightly.

“How wet you are baby. So excited for me to touch you, right?”

He only got a moan from you, so his fingers stopped touching you.

“I expect an answer.”

“Yes I am. So excited to feel your hands on my pussy again.” You had no shame, the only worry you had was doing something the wrong way.

Smirking at your words Jake laid his fingers on you again and went past your wet folds to caress your clit. This felt freaking good and you wanted more, but you knew being impatient would make everything worse.

Suddenly, his index finger were shoved into you painfully slow and you clenched around his finger immediately while earning a deep moan from him.

“I knew you’d still feel heavenly tight around me. And it’s only one of my fingers. Do you think you’ll be able to take my dick like you once did so well?”

You breathed out slowly. “Yes Jake. I will try.”

He chuckled. “You’re so good to me. Are you ready for another?”

You nodded and felt how his dick got harder with every minute that passed by, and you sitting on his lap while having his finger inside of you made you lose your mind.

As announced he added his middle finger and you even had to adjust to that. You already felt stretched out and couldn’t wait till he would fuck you hard, like you deserved.

“Bounce on my fingers. Work for what you want, slut.”

You were surprised at how wet his degrading words made you feel, but you did as you were told, rocking your hips back and forth with his fingers buried deep inside of you.

“Keep going love”, he told you with lust in his gaze. You laid your head on his shoulders in embarrassment while getting yourself off on his fingers.

You already were a moaning mess when Jake placed his thumb right on your clit, so that the friction increased and you felt it brushing over it.

You got closer to your climax with every movement, moaning his name again and again as if you were scared that he would vanish and leave you alone again every second.

All of a sudden Jake pulled his hand out of your panties and you looked at him which big eyes.

“Aww. Did you seriously think I was letting you cum? You’re still the same”, Jake laughed and held his hand in front of your face. “Suck on my fingers.”

You seriously would do anything he’d tell you. Taking in the picture of him with messy blonde hair and a serious frown on his face, you took his fingers in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks.

“You’re so hot, fuck”, Jake cursed and split his legs a little more for you to feel his growing bulge through your clothed pussy.

You backed off and looked him in his dark eyes. “I want you.”

This sentence was more than just telling him that you wanted his dick, but you didn’t say any more. The fear of ruining the mood and making him leave was too big. You decided to push away the bad thoughts and focus on his warm body beneath you.

Jake pushed you from his lap gently and helped you lay on your back, having him hovering over you now. He looked at you intensively.

“This is so wrong.”

“I don’t care Jake.”

Again he kissed you passionately and during this moment you couldn’t believe that you were over. This was real, wasn’t it?

Your clothes were removed one by one, you admired his toned chest and traced your fingers over his abs.

Jake was like an addiction to you. Whatever was about to happen, you never wanted to live without having him.

His strong hands stroked over your cheek with soft movements as you spread his legs for him slowly without any hesitation, so that he could position himself between your legs.

“Y/n…” The concern in his voice told you he was going to say something you probably didn’t want to hear, so you just shook your head. “Just fuck me, please.”

The switch the mood took from then was unable to describe. Jake’s eyes memorised the picture of you laying there naked with hungry eyes and he bit his lower lip.

Your heart beat loudly in your chest and you breathed in and out while you tried not to moan every two seconds. Just then you felt his tip at your entrance- it was impossible for you to hold in the whimpers now, no matter how hard you tried to.

Jake tilted his head to the side, his lips showing a fake pout. “I won’t go easy on you baby. You know what to say to make me stop.”

You nodded breathlessly and just then, Jake thrusted into you, almost not giving you time to adjust to his cock properly, causing you to let out a cry and grip his arms.

“You okay?”, he asked and looked at you with concern.

“Ahh…yeah… just keep going please”, you uttered and arched your back to shove your hips against his, causing his dick to hit your cervix the best way possible.

“Look at me filling your pussy up perfectly”, Jake praised and sucked on your naked tits as if he wanted to leave as many purple marks as he could. He was driving you wild. „Aren’t I, y/n?“

You did your best to take a look at your lower belly, seeing how his cock glided in and out of you with deliciously wet sounds. How was he making you feel so good?

“Yes you are… the only one who can do that to me, who can make me feel this good.”

Your praises towards your ex-boyfriend still made him thrust into you more eagerly, pounding you so hard into the couch that it made you see stars.

“Jake!” You threw your head back in pleasure, wanting to wrap your legs around his waist, but Jake stopped you to do so.

Instead he placed your already tired legs upon his shoulders and held you by your ankles.

And Jesus, he almost made you feel the bottom of the sofa. Balls deep buried inside of you, slamming his hips against yours and forcing you to take his long dick- the sensation was just too much and you wished that he would never stop fucking you this perfectly.

Slowly, the knot was building up inside of your stomach and your walls hugged his length very tightly.

“I’ll cum any moment”, you whined with desperation and tugged his hair.

“Then do it, baby, coat my dick with your juices”, Jake commanded and this gave you the rest.

“Cum inside of me please!” You were begging to feel him filling you up, always giving you feels if he did so.

Just when you came, he applied two fingers on your clit and supported you riding you trough the best high you had in weeks. Shit. How you missed all of him.

Your chest was moving heavily up and down and you tried to catch your breath somehow when Jake scrunched his face and breathed in deeply, releasing his seed into you just as you asked him to.

With shaking legs and closed eyes, you tried to recover.

The silence between the two of you was only disturbed by the heavy breathing. As soon as you came down from your high, reality hit you like a train.

Fuck.

You just realised that this was probably the worst decision you could’ve ever made. The love of your life didn’t want to be with you. At that thought your heart felt heavy and an awkward numbness was building up in your chest.

Jake took himself out of you and gripped his t-shirt next to him without a word to clean you up a bit. After that, he started to put on his clothes, leaving you hopelessly on the sofa. Embarrassed to stay like that, you took a woolly blanket and wrapped it around you.

“I am sorry, Jake. I know you don’t want to hear anything about it anymore, but I promise to you I am really sorry.”

Jake turned around and was facing you now. Unfortunately you couldn’t read his emotions.

“No. I was fucking selfish right now. Shit!”

He made a furious gesture with his arm and touched his temples in frustration.

Not sure if you should get up and approach him, you stayed in place.

His statement made clear that he didn’t want to create false hopes inside of you. Your heart broke into pieces, you literally felt the sharp pain bruise you on the inside.

“No, it’s okay Jake”, you lied but your voice began to shake uncontrollably. “It’s not your fault.”

He didn’t want to hear such words from you. “I know you good enough to know what I just did to you.”

“This was good.” If there was any possibility to name a newborn Pinocchio, then you would be mentioned in the first place.

“Don’t lie to me to make me feel any better”, Jake sighed and covered his eyes with his right hand.

Finally you had the courage to stand up and walk a few steps towards him, not sure how close you were allowed to come.

“Jake…”

“No y/n, stop-“

“Quit telling me what I have to do!” He wasn’t expecting you interrupting him, so you used his silence to speak.

“Why did you come here if you don’t love me anymore? In the middle of the night?”

“Fuck, I don’t know okay?” If you only knew that he lied…

You left him without a reaction. Too big was the disappointment in your chest, but deep inside of you you knew that this would happen.

“As much as you want me to stay, I can’t do that. And I promise I won’t ever show up again after I leave this house tonight.”

You began to cry bitterly and felt alone. And dumb. How could you survive after tonight? Honestly you felt just like a few weeks ago.

Standing there numb, not really noticing him collecting his things and getting ready to leave you again- this felt too familiar.

“I am sorry.”

His voice only reached your ear dulled and he left you quickly. If he didn’t, he would have given in and would have stayed with you. But he couldn’t, too much happened between you two.

And on his way home Jake asked himself why he had to go and make things so complicated. He wish you’d know he loved you.

What mattered now? Now that he was gone? Nothing, you thought to yourself and sat down on the floor, right where you just stood and tried to make things right.

The damage was done. The love of your life didn’t want to be with you and left you with a shattered heart.

While you were thinking about it, you curled up into a ball in the cold floor and stared into the low lighted living room.

But at least the forever you had imagined to experience with him existed, even if it had been just for tonight.

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A/N: sorry this got so bad idk what I was thinking 💭

tagging the lovely @heeseongism 💜✨

#enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #kpop smut #kpop imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jake x you #I AM ASHAMED SHOWING YOU THIS AHAJSKKSJSJSKJSJSKSJS #enhypen #jake sim #jake angst #jake smut #sim jaeyun #jake enhypen #enha

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hella1975 · 9 months

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do not start on touya because then I’ll start thinking about strangers I tried to be good am I no good am I no good am I no good you poor thing sweet mourning lamb there’s nothing you can do it’s already been done I’m still praying for that house in nebraska by the highway out on the edge of town dancing with the windows open I can’t let go when something’s broken it’s all I know and it’s all I want now. and THEN I’ll start thinking about arsonists making political statements and then I’ll think about what this really is: an unsatisfying story of a very sick child who realised he made a mistake he couldn't escape. it looks like he was trying to get out. this is the least comforting thing you can imagine. I need something that won’t fail I need something that I can’t come back from. and then I will simply go crazy. I’m already crazy. help

literally because if you think about touya you of course have to think about strangers which makes you think about preacher's daughter and his place in it all swinging by my neck from the family tree / jesus can always reject his father but he cant escape his mother's blood / tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy i'll make pretend cause i hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you / i thought good guys get to be happy i'm not happy / i'm tired of you still tied to me / you love blood too much but not like i do / promising a big fire any fire saying im the one / he's gonna take me i'm on fire i'm on fire / suffering is nigh drawing to me calling me the one / i'm the white light beautiful finite / even the iron still fears the rot hiding from something i cannot stop walking on shadows i cant lead him back / buckled on the floor when night comes along daddy's left and momma won't come home / you poor thing sweet mourning lamb there's nothing you can do it's already been done / tell me, what have you done? stop stop stop make it stop / i am the face of love's rage / bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception / blessed be the children each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence / god loves you but not enough to save you / i still feel like they all know and that's why i could never come back home / god i've tried but i think it's about time i put up a fight / but i dont mind because that's how my daddy raised me / i always knew that in the end no one was coming to save me so i just prayed and i keep praying and praying and praying / if it's meant to be then it will be i forgive it all as it comes back to me / your sweet divine you devour like smoked bovine hide.........

#literally just incomprehensible screaming on my end. they gave me a bat and put me in a rage room. see you in 5 hours #ask #touya todoroki #ethel cain

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marlasomething · 1 year

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(my) Mag a Week: Crumbling Concert

Hello there!

I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened.

For today I rolled Archivist!Grifter's Bone (don't judge me, the dices SPOKE) and The Desolation (Eps. 39-43).

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: Martin's mom A+ parenting, death and murder, corruption of the soul, Desolation Fear Domain, mentions of parental neglec and illness

Also on AO3!

Fellow musicians, dear fans, naïve newcomers…Welcome all to our first and last concert in the City of Lights!

We are Grifter’s Bone and we are very pleased indeed to be able to tell you the story of two lovers we have… observed very closely in recent times and how its downfall came to be.

The end is near, are you ready to face your fears?

Martin Blackwood had always lived in the shadow of his mother. Not because she was someone especially relevant and (or) remarkable in any aspect imaginable, but because she managed to control and manipulate him at her will with the sole power of verbal violence and their unbalanced interpersonal dynamics.

She constantly insisted she didn’t truly need him, corrupting his soul by making him feel extremely useful while blaming on him even the slightest of mishaps, magnifying them up to the point he began to question whether he had genuinely made an unwilling mistake or if part of him truly wanted to hurt his mother.

So he stayed, and stayed, trying to find a love that had never been there. Pretending comments about his body where just misguided worry, the ones about his lack of occupation a badly put critic on their country’s lack of jobs and the ones that were so bitterly yelled that some words were not even discernible…just due to her illness.

Because, apart from a terrible person, Martin Blackwood’s mother was physically sick. Some might argue (and not without reason) that it was partially her fault, since she had refused to go to a doctor for her entire adult life (likely the reason our hero had always walked with a discreet limp, since her mania had been forced since birth into her offspring). However, Martin would never see it that way (he’d rather have a nice lie), so he just worried more and more about her.

To receive nothing but harm, harm so intense he felt his own foundations burn to the ground (once or twice a bit more literally than he would have liked, but that’s a story for another day).

Before his nineteenth birthday, as much as his life was rather intolerable, that rather was still a major component of said definition (there were still some salvable elements in there). Then, thanks to the magic of self-discovering and externally-supplied testosterone, Martin started to look more and more like a paler, ever so slightly sickly (thanks to his absolutely lack of any money that didn’t go towards his mother’s well-being) version of his father. Alas, his mother became even more of a monster in whatever was referred to her only son.

It didn’t work as you might think, though, for this only made Martin tried harder with her; reaching the point to convince himself the one time he almost asphyxiated due to someone leaving a fire burning in the leaving room with the door opened just so the heavily poisonous smoke would reach the inside of his bedroom had been just a silly accident.

No matter how much he cried, how much everything inside him stop working properly due to the sheer disgust shown by her, no matter how much he took care of her for absolutely nothing but harmful comments…he forced himself to still believe, deep inside, she loved him just as much as he should…as he did.

Then, he met Jonny-boy.

He would have hated being called so, good thing he is pushing daisies now. Jonathan Sims was a journalist and editor who sort of hated open-mics and, still, got to go to one rather frequently due to his position on a quite poorly managed local paper.

The first step on the way my future career.

Now, Jon had also a lot of self-denial deep inside of him and toxic cicling behaviours he created for himself, but those are topics for another day. The point, though, in this story is how he managed to meet Martin in one of these open-mics and…almost murdered him.

His poetry was bad, his manners too distant yet too sweet for his taste and he managed to feel incompetent even in holding a meat fork. And Jon wasn’t one of those people who keep things for themselves. So he told Martin all of these opinions and more.

However, as the murderous desires decreased, they found each other enjoying their new-found friend companionship.

As time went by, their friendship evolve into something more, something they were almost ready to put a name to. Something that was healing both of them. Martin’s eyes now revealed that the building within them was starting to be rebuilt, the chaos far gone. There was no more destruction; just growth, just hope.

His mother, obviously, noticed how her fiery comments, how her smashing remarks left almost no mark on her son, on her caretaker, on her only connection to the Real World as her health state worsened and going out had become an impossible tact.

What’s more, Martin had started neglecting her. Only in very small, almost unnoticeable details but, compared to the perfectly arranged life he had always made for her, it was a rather huge change. Especially since now she had no option but to admit that Martin’s care was actually extremely valuable to her.

She might have survived all this, maybe even made it feasible for Martin to pay another person to take care of her partially without the not-so-silent-threat of trying to destroy them as people in the process.

Still, it was something her pride could simply not let go.

The next time she tried to throw down Martin, after he had decided to try and bake something for him and Jon with zero experience on the matter, he just smiled sadly and said he simply just hoped she would one day understand her hatred was a one-way street (not as he still believed, deep inside, their fraternal love was).

She could almost hear the lack of crumbling down inner-constructions. It made no sense! Martin was a weakling, not any different for what his father had been, and the later had lasted barely a decade living with her before he was nothing but human-shaped ashes.

Just as she had always wished that being to end.

Therefore, she decided that, if the insides of Martin Blackwood could not be broken, his outsides would.

That is why, one night Martin and Jon were dreaming with a world in which worms were even deadlier than in ours, holding so tight to each other that they had become one unique creature, she took a lighter with her and, thinking about how Martin was nothing but a burden thrown to her, she threw it switched on at the door and, against all laws of nature, it ignited the whole building.

When the fire finally died, there was only one survivor.

Martin Blackwood woke up to the ashes of who had been the love of his life (in every universe) and, just as far as he believed the entryway was, her mother’s corpse.

His skin was untouched and he began weeping tears so hot a sauna would be jealous. Those tears corroded his skin, leaving two perpendicular scars at each side of his face.

His mother had spent her entire existence trying to throw him down, to make him become nothing but the rubble of a person she reckoned shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

Now, she was gone and there was nothing for him but to prove his mother wrong, to deny in the biggest measure possible the uselessness she had always attributed him. And he knew the way to do it, appealing to a very special part of myself. The one only Jon had managed to temporarily shut down: he wasn’t the one to be broken anymore; he was the one to break everything.

And so it concludes the tale of how Martin Blackwood came to be feared as no-one since Saint Agnes had been. We would love to stay but, as you are well aware, we must go in the look of more stories to archive just to show to audiences as loyal and kind as you.

Now, remember, the lighters are at the entrance.

Make good use of them.

SUPPLEMENTAL. Stope hiding, for fucks shake! We have noticed you. Yes, you. The one currently listening to our lyrics and somehow being unaffected by them. None of us is certain of why that is but, mark our words: we will find whatever cursed book is helping you out and feed it to our audiences.

#a mag a day #a mag a week #mag horror #statement #original statement #au #the magnus archives #fanfic #tma #magnuspod #grifter's bone #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jmart #martin blackwood's mother #fic #the desolation #mag

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phoenix-ian · 1 year

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The Idea of productivity and perfectionism - From the view of a mentally sick individual.

Let's see what productivity means?

According to google this is what productivity means—

the state or quality of being productive.

"the long-term productivity of land"

the effectiveness of productive effort, especially in industry, as measured in terms of the rate of output per unit of input.

And now let's see what perfectionism means—

refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.

–PHILOSOPHY

a doctrine holding that perfection is attainable, especially the theory that human moral or spiritual perfection should be or has been attained.

The present day productivity is highly tied with perfectionism. That everyday has to look a certain way— which is often "high productivity"— where a single person has atleast 4-5 things going and to be able to perform them best of ability it can be performed to and have a functional life apart from all that.

The cumulative affect of such a routine is often getting tired out, or getting bored. For it to be a sustainable effort in a particular direction for an extended period of time— instead of treating everyday as something that needs to be perfectly done— treat it as a smaller unit of a bigger set and select your goals in such a way that they don't overpower your entire day.

My personal thumb rule is— three goals per day and no more and getting them done to whatever degree I can get them done. Some days I have performed spectacularly where they are close to perfection, some days they simply look mediocre and most days look like I barely scraped by.

Those goals are selected on the basis of their priority and anything that needed to be done urgently besides those three— was accommodated accordingly.

Most days I can only do two of those goals and do the third one half baked.

On most days I leave a very small portion and complete it the next day instead.

The biggest mistake I ever made was to try and function like a person with healthy mind and brain. The fact that I forced myself to set goals and try to attain them— the goals that a normal functioning person would achieve with a little more than average effort and still have a functional life— and then shamed and Punished myself for not being able to keep consistent to it or be able to achieve them. I used to be especially cruel to myself.

It did not work for me— I was getting burnt out. I was crying every few days ( say every two days ) and I would have consistent breakdowns. It would feel like my mind refused to listen and resisted everything I did to the worst degree it could.

That is why I do not believe in productivity and try to avoid perfectionism ( I am still a perfectionist, that tendency never goes away truly— one just needs to learn to keep that tendency at bay as much as one can )

I also have severe executive dysfunction— that means I can't bring myself to get anything done even if I want to do it— so on days when I need to accomplish something— I have trained myself to not think when I don't get the mundane and menial things done— one example is showering, another is taking care of my appearance, another is combing my hair, aside from grooming it also includes interactions with others, eating ( which is unhealthy so I have things in place to remind me to eat ) etc.

To admit this out loud is still shameful for me but one has to start somewhere to forgive oneself and accept their own limitations and deviate from what is expected out of them and to do things their own way— funnily enough after all these years I have realised that as long as the thing gets done, it doesn't matter what method or way was applied to get it done.

Routine wears me downs and so does having to force myself to concentrate ( being able to focus is something that is never going to be easy and I have come to accept it as something that's bound to happen to me and something I will forever struggle with ). How I manage that is perhaps for another days.

This is all for this one I suppose.

One last thing perhaps that I had to learn—

Take life in leisure. Avoid fretting because it does no good. Do what you can do to the best of your ability— your ability— not according to the best of other people's ability.

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pikkirat623 · 1 year

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Staind

What are your favorite Staind lyrics? Here’s some of mine…

“And it’s been awhile since I could

Look at myself straight

And it’s been awhile

Since I said I’m sorry

And it’s been awhile

Since I’ve seen the way the candles light your face

And it’s been awhile

But I can still remember just the way you taste”

- “Its Been Awhile”

“My life has slowly faded

Broken and degradated

Suffocate in my sorrow

Maybe I’ll die tomorrow

This riot that I’ve sited

Came to you uninvited

Truth hurts when it’s in your face

Are you afraid of it?”

- “Self-Destruct”

“But I’m on the outside

And I’m looking in

I can see through you

See your true colors

Cause inside you’re ugly

You’re ugly like me

I can see through you

See to the real you”

- “Outside”

“These are my words

That I’ve never said before

‘I think I’m doing okay’

And this is the smile

That I’ve never shown before

Somebody shake me cause I

I must be sleeping”

- “So Far Away”

“So this is it

I say goodbye

To this chapter of my ever-changing life

And there’s mistakes

The path was long

And I’m sure I’ll answer for them when I’m gone

When I’m gone”

- “Something to Remind You”

“I feel betrayed

Stuck on your ways

And you rip me apart

With the brutal things you say

I can’t deal with the shit any more

I just look away”

- “Mudshovel”

“My head is a barricade

Filled with peaceful thoughts and evil outcomes

No one understands

Try to break the barrier

I see no outlet

No one’s there to catch me when I fall”

- “Painful”

“Try to hold back

All the anger but it’s a trigger

And I can’t relax

Losing focus on the things you lack

So you push me

To the brink and I don’t know what is next”

- “Lowest in Me”

“Why can’t you just forgive me?

I don’t want to relive all the mistakes I’ve made

Along the way

But I always find a way

To keep you right here waiting

I always find the words to say

To keep you right here waiting”

- “Right Here”

“I am nothing more than

A little boy inside

That cries out for attention

Yet I always try to hide

Cause I talk to you like children

Though I don’t know how I feel

But I know I’ll do the right thing

If the right thing is revealed”

- “Epiphany”

“Cause I sit here locked inside my head

Remembering everything you said

The silence gets us nowhere

Gets us nowhere way too fast”

- “For You”

“So where were you?

With all this I was going through

You never took the time

To ask me just what you could do

I only know that I can change

Everything else just stays the same

So now I step out of

The darkness that my life became”

- “Fade”

“If you believe in me

Life’s not always what it seems

Believe in me

Cause I was made for chasing dreams”

- “Believe”

“I’m fucked up

Distorted

Dysfunctional and drained

All of my

Deep rooted

Fears seem to get the best of me”

- “Nameless”

“Cause I’m afraid to be alone

Afraid you’ll leave me when I’m gone

And I’m afraid to come back home”

- “Home”

“It’s kinda sick

I feel so dirty

I’m kinda tragic

Kinda insecure

But I know

That I’m the only

One who can fix

Whatever’s wrong I’m sure”

- “Just Go”

“The more you take

The more you blame

But everything still feels the same

The more you hurt

The more you scream

The price you pay to play the game

And all you see

And all you gain

And all you step on with no shame

There are no rules

No one to blame

The price to play the game”

- “Price to Play”

“I’m not very good at just paying attention

I’m not very good at remembering things

I’m not very good at pursuing redemption

I’m not very good at concealing the hand that I play

When I’m trying to hard just to beat you

I’m not really good at controlling my fate

I’m not really good at controlling my anger

I’m not really good at subduing my hate

I’m not really good

I’m not really good”

- “The Way I Am”

“I’m not gifted

Slightly twisted

Try hard, try hard

To see if I can push you any further

Just to soothe me”

- “Suffocate”

“The thoughts from my mind

Command my lips to say I hate you

The thoughts from my mind

Command my hands to cut your silken flesh

The thoughts from my mind

Command my feet to stomp your head

The thoughts from my mind

Have one question

‘When will this ever end?’”

- “Four Walls”

“Now

It’s up to you

The path that you choose

Gotta do something different

Now

It’s all the same

No one to blame

Gotta do something different now”

- “Now”

“I just need this to feel alright

I can’t feel this another night

I can’t take this, I’ve come unglued

I might breakdown in front of you

Necessary to medicate

I’m not sleeping, can’t stay away”

- “Pressure”

“I’m two steps from salvation

But I’m only taking one”

- “Pardon Me”

“Well fuck that, and fuck him

And fuck her, and fuck you

For not having the strength in your heart to pull through

I’ve had doubts, I have failed

I’ve fucked up, I’ve had plans

Doesn’t mean I should take my life with my own hands”

- “Waste”

“Tell me please

Who the fuck did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn’t see?

Never knew this would be so political

And please

I’m still wearing this miserable skin

And it’s starting to tear from within

But it’s obvious that doesn’t bother you

So please

Don’t keep telling me that it’s okay

I don’t buy all the shit that you say

And quite honestly I’m fucking sick of it

So please

If I cut off this nose from my face

Then I wouldn’t feel so out of place

But it still wouldn’t be quite enough for you

So please”

- “Please”

“I walk alone

I am alone

I think alone

I’ll die alone

Don’t think I can make it on my own

I think I need someone to save me

Such is life

So sad but true

Kill everything that’s close to you

Try to decide what not to do

You know you cannot control me”

- “Break”

“I already told you

That falling is easy

It’s getting back up

That becomes the problem

Becomes the problem

If you don’t believe

You can find a way out

You’ve become the problem

Become the problem”

- “Falling”

“What the fuck’s the purpose

I didn’t scratch the surface

Immune to what you’re saying

All alone decaying

Everything’s on fire

Darkness, lone desire

Quiet in my corner

Building up the border”

- No One’s Kind”

“Never again

Trusted in you

Fuck everything that you think I should be

I stand

Never again

Never again”

- “Can’t Believe”

“Well I know the words

But I can’t really speak them

To you

And I hide all the pain

That I’ve gained with my wisdom

From you

And I’m eaten alive

By what I hold inside

All the things that I live with

I can’t easily hide

And I’m left here with nothing

Nothing to live for

But you”

- “Excess Baggage”

“The weight of your sorrow

Make some paper wings and learn to fly

If there’s no tomorrow

Burn your paper wings and say goodbye”

- “Paper Wings”

“Sometimes when you’re out of rope

The way to climb back up’s unclear

The walls you build around yourself

I guess they also keep you here

Are you afraid of what they think?

Whoever ‘they’ happen to be

Or are you hiding from

The scars of your own reality”

- “Reality”

“I try and try to break away from all the hate I’m feeling

From every one of you that’s ever done me wrong

I need to justify the reasons for the way I’m living

I guess I can’t cause I don’t feel like I deserve”

- “Change”

“But if you had told me when I was much younger

That life has a way of pulling you right under

I wouldn’t be standing here preaching my hate

Stand at the edge staring into my fate”

- “See Thru”

“A piece of glass

In the sand under your feet

It cuts you deep

And makes you hate the beauty that you see

And you wonder where you are

How you ever got so far

Now you question what went wrong

It’s your heart”

- “Raining Again”

“The pictures left with me won’t fade

These images affect me every day

Cause of you I feel I don’t deserve

The life I see in her”

- “Raw”

“Should I be afraid of the voice that I see?

In the mirror staring back at me

So cold we’re the days when I listened to you

And you say that I’m weak so show me the proof

Because I still exist in spite on you

But I won’t compete with you every day”

- “Schizophrenic Conversations”

“Late at night I can hear your voices

Talking shit about all my choices

You would think that you’ve known me forever

Just because you know my name”

- “Crawl”

“Yesterday

A boy and already afraid

Locked deep inside

My place to hide

To hide from how you make me feel

And I wonder

How’s your brother?

Did he end up fucked up like me?

Lost in himself?

Crying for help?

It’s safe to say”

- “Yesterday”

“I always fail to see

The little things in front of me

The things that mean so much to you

A way to let you know

That I appreciate

The way you always tolerate

But sometimes when I medicate

Frustrations in you

Shows me how you feel”

- “Devil”

“All the demons in my head won’t leave me

I know, I can hear them

All the sacrifices made for nothing

Don’t show, can’t believe in

Wanna show you that I’m good for something

I can, you won’t let me

All your artificial words won’t heal me

Because you can’t accept me”

- “ A Flat”

“So there’s the corner that I sat on

The road I walked home in the rain

And there’s the star I used to wish on

It all just seems like yesterday”

- “The Corner”

“I’ll meet you at the bottom

The waves can’t wash away all the scars you bare

See you at the bottom

Just hold on to the things that keep you there”

- “The Bottom”

“Yeah, like the day that your guardian angel decided to fly away

Yeah, like a bruise that doesn’t fade

Yeah, like a memory that tortures your soul until your dying day

Yeah, like the life you couldn’t save”

- “Failing”

“I wish that I could disappear

Unzip my skin and leave it here

So I could be no one again

I’d never let nobody

I’d let nodboy

I’d let nobody in”

- “Blow Away”

“But everything that I could say to you

Won’t help you

Everything you need is right in front of you

Just take it

Try to make it through the daily pain

That you feel

Maybe tomorrow won’t be so bad

I know it”

- “Take It”

“I’ve learned

That this life’s not just a game

Just a line

Between the pleasures and the pain”

- “Fray”

“Everyone plays the hand they’re dealt

And learns to walk through life itself

Not everything in life is handed on a plate

When people think your words are true

It doesn’t matter what you do

I sold my soul to get here

How about you?”

- “How About You”

“What’s happened to you?

It’s obvious you’ve changed

Something deep inside you

Is probably to blame

Must be lonely up there

With your head all in the clouds

Even though you got there

What does your conscience tell you now?”

- “Falling Down”

“The truth is that I’m not so good

At showing how I feel

Or keeping my mouth shut

When there’s something to conceal

Or knowing how to love

Love’s not in my memory

How can I rise above

All my insecurities?”

- “Run Away”

“You

You understand my pain

From this I gather strength

In that we are the same”

- “Reply”

“Thank you to the people in my life

For putting up with me

Thank you for the time you sacrificed

All on account of me

For all the times I didn’t say”

- “Intro”

“I hate myself for you

I break myself for you

I’d kill myself for you

I better save myself from you

Every time you want me to be

Something you could never be

You’ll just have to wait and see

Til the next time that you have to come again”

- “Come Again”

“You before me

I can’t take any more

Of what you have to offer

My ears are sore

Leave my feelings

In a heap by the door

Can’t go up any further

Come crashing back down”

- “Question?”

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