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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Hellooooo

With my dream I immediately thought of Ateez's laundry photoshoot, they were NOT doing the laundry at all 🥴 No, I think someone (perhaps my mother?) wanted to install a washing machine in my room. Also wtf was she doing at my place anyway. And I told LSH to do something about it so he started talking with my mother or whoever that woman was and I got even more pissed⁉️ 🤡

Yes, most of my podcast teammates have known each other for a while. Lmao, miss you have fans as well and I'm one of them!

We also have some funny haters sometimes kdhuagshaggsyaga I love banning people, ngl, such a power trip. 😂

I went full in with the photography stuff but I hope I made sense, hahaha. I'm a Nikon person in general, my frist semi-professional digital camera was Nikon as well, so I'm used to their cameras. Yes I would say go for 35mm it's not very difficult to work with.

Omg, I'm sorry I think I meant to talk to you about Canada or perhaps I did, but before I started being known as DV 💖 🤔 that friend is now in Australia and I don't know that many people in Canada, but I might come if you have a bed to spare 😅 I personally love Quebec City

I'm scared to check if she said anything, if she swerves to Seonghwa (or maybe he was her bias before idk) I'm onto her 🔪🔪🔪 actually free Ateez from this idiot, seriously

Screaming out loud about smut scenes agshdhajahhsaggsga plase, I wanna hear it!

The first place I stayed at when I first moved to London and didn't have my own places was South-East London actually, spent 6 months there... idk if you know the show Misfits but they filmed it largely in Thamesmead and I lived there ( some scenes from A Clockwork Orange were shot at the same place as well) But then me and my friends thought FUCKING HELL WE NEED TO LEAVE cause there was really not much there 😭 Bestie what money? I spend my money on silly kpop boys and other unnecessary bullshit 🤡

Okay, just leave my pink Hwa pcs at least 👁👄👁

And what about Geordie accent?! Like, I'm kinda used to it cause one of my close friends is from Newcastle but when I first met him and my English level wasn't very good I was so lost. But the best thing is, native speakers could barely understand him looololoool. When they can't understand each other - comedy gold.

Ok but beans on toast slap, not to give any rights to the Brits, but as a bread enthusiast I can't say no to that. You just need chilli or barbecue canned beans!

I was watching films and didn't see anything until I left the cinema, but one of my friends texted "Hwa is giving bald again" during the concert 💀 I just saw some THINGS and what was this slut man doing??? https://twitter.com/rockstarphwa/status/1520532322742935553?t=DqwDyBxYdcbwAWlv8I7Rag&s=19

I also saw one tweet got flagged as potentially inappropriate and it was Wooyoung exposing Yeosang's abs, so yeah...

Anyways let's look at this happy lil boy

https://twitter.com/S2lomatzve/status/1520519030188040193?t=YiLw_jDSOLblVca6bGrZrw&s=19

So many of my friends were at the London concert and are going today as well, I'm upsetti spaghetti </3 - should change my name to DV 💔

HIHI

RBWMFBWMDBMWDJKW THEY WERE DOING EVERYTHING OTHER THAN LAUNDRY 😭😭😭LMFAOOOO PLS FBNEBFNEHDJE HIS RIGHTS REVOKED

Yes, most of my podcast teammates have known each other for a while. Lmao, miss you have fans as well and I'm one of them! We also have some funny haters sometimes kdhuagshaggsyaga I love banning people, ngl, such a power trip. 😂

FBDNDBS PLS THE TROLL POLICE pls u guys sound so much omg dbenbdnd hEy IM A FAN OF URS 🤚🏼🔫

IT DID!!! AAAHH OKOK i had a canon as my very first one and the quality is truly 🤌🏼✨ 35mm it is thank u again for this!!

AHHHHH AUSSIE NOW??? omf where 🤚🏼 is she also like those australian WILD PPL DBWMDBWM I HAVE A SPARE BED YES 😭😭😭 quebec’s sOOO PRETTY but ppl r rly rude and racist there 😭😭😭😭🔪🔪 vancouver >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I'm scared to check if she said anything, if she swerves to Seonghwa (or maybe he was her bias before idk) I'm onto her 🔪🔪🔪 actually free Ateez from this idiot, seriously

LMFAOOOO IF SHE SWERVES TO SEONGHWA PLS GET HIM AWAY FORM HER TWLL HER HES THE BACKGROUND DANCER OR SOMETHING GATE KEEP HIM RN RN 🔫😭😭

Screaming out loud about smut scenes agshdhajahhsaggsga plase, I wanna hear it!

LMFAOOOO RHWKHFWKFHQLDJWK IT GOES LILE “dOES HE INSERT HIMSELF IN YN RN??? ISNT IT TOO EARLY???” “does he do aftercare tho ayo” “this man’s horny and i thought duke was” “HOLDON WHO TF SAYS THIS???” these r the conversations i have with myself during writing smut fbfb

AHHHHH I DO KNOW THAT SHOW PLS 😭😭😭 BRMAHDWKDJWKD NAURRRR IS SOUTH EAST BORING??? bESTIE THE MONEY U USE TO BUY THOSE PC’S I JUST KNOW U RICH

Okay, just leave my pink Hwa pcs at least 👁👄👁

absolutely not. 🔫.

FBNWDWNDBWK NAURRR no pls i has nottingham and birmingham’s talk to each other and they could not understand the nottingham one fbqkdhwk aND THE WAY NO ONE SAID “love?” IT WAS ON SITE

Ok but beans on toast slap, not to give any rights to the Brits, but as a bread enthusiast I can't say no to that. You just need chilli or barbecue canned beans!

FBWKDHSJ MY DAD WENT TO ENGLAND ONE AND HES GOT OBSESSED WITH BEANS ON BREAD AND HAS FORCED ME TO EAT THEM 😭😭😭 HOW DO U DO IT BC WHAT IS FHAYSKQHDKWH 😭😭😭😭😭😭

please. please. please.

I also saw one tweet got flagged as potentially inappropriate and it was Wooyoung exposing Yeosang's abs, so yeah...

LMFAOOOO WOO SAID THIS IS A STRIP CLUB AND I AGREE YEOSANG DO IT FBFBF

Anyways let's look at this happy lil boyhttps://twitter.com/S2lomatzve/status/1520519030188040193?t=YiLw_jDSOLblVca6bGrZrw&s=19 So many of my friends were at the London concert and are going today as well, I'm upsetti spaghetti </3 - should change my name to DV 💔

UPSETTI SPAGHETTI SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SCREAMING FBAMDBAMFBWKDBWM LMFAOOOOSTOP 😭😭😭😭 mom’s spaghetti who? i only know upsetti spaghetti </3

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ill-skillsgard · 3 years

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Faust x Faith - No Looking Back

Warning: 18+ smut, public sex, violence, blood, arson, implied death, mentions of non-consensual touching (nothing explicit and no r-words used,) mentions of stalking, unconsciousness, anti-religious themes, strong language.

Note: Hey, hey. I’ve wanted to write this for a while, but haven’t had much time. This isn’t based on any requests—just something I feel needs to happen to move the universe along. After this, I’ll be basing future FxF stuff off drabble requests instead of going story-heavy for a bit. Likes, comments and reblogs are suuuper ‘ppreciated!

Summary: - Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration - 3.6K words -

Faust makes good on his word to protect Faith, taking drastic measures to assure her assailant never bothers her again.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

Thin raindrops pattered the man's leather jacket as he walked through the streets with his hood drawn up and his eyes low. For two days, the drizzle persisted and melted the black snowbanks into slush. Though the dismal atmosphere kept most inside, Sven had good reason to travel across town on foot. The promise of a girl's company waited at the end of his route, and he put off his regular nightly routine of masturbating to fetish porn for—what he hoped was—the real thing.

He glanced at his cracked phone screen every few minutes to check in with her, making sure she hadn't changed her mind, that she was serious. From the earnestness of her messages and the speed at which she replied to his questions, he determined she meant what she said about wanting to meet. Finally, his luck was turning. He’d show that miserable bastard Faust who was the better man.

- What abt ur bf? Lol

- What about him? Not here, is he?

- Thought u were a good girl.

- Haha, not really. Are you close?

- Ya. Y r we meeting at this random place?

- I need you to promise you won't tell a soul. If you can prove that to me, maybe we can keep meeting up.

- Lol ok. I PROMISE I won't say a word😉

- Thank you. Hurry, please. It's cold out!

- Be there in 5. I'll let u wear my jacket altho idk might not need it😉

- Hehe omgosh. You're making me blush.

- I'll make u do way more then blush baby. Just wait.

Sven lengthened his strides and turned the corner onto a hill leading toward the industrial area of town. Down the slope, he walked past several warehouses and legions of trucks parked inside barbed-wire fencing. It was a peculiar site to meet up, but his rendezvous insisted on a place nobody would think to look.

Betting his night would take an erotic turn, Sven popped a piece of gum in his mouth and chewed away the cigarette taste. He was seconds away from the spot she chose to meet, and his chest constricted with excitement. His boots crunched over gravel and garbage as he walked down a narrow alley between two faceless buildings. There was an open lot at the end of the lane, where he assumed she was waiting. As he made his way through the dimly lit alley, he whistled to make his presence known. The shrill tune reverberated off an overflowing dumpster to his left, and as he stepped to clear the reeking trash receptacle, something hard and blunt swung out at eye-level and flattened him to the ground.

Dazed and blinded from the sudden strike, he tried moving his mouth, but only a bubble of blood popped from his lips. A piercing stream of sound filled his ears as the edges of his vision turned dark. A large black figure came into view above, haloed by the soggy grey sky in the deepening veil. The featureless shadow chuckled deeply before a heavy boot's tread put out his lights.

~*~

Several hours passed before Sven's eyelids shuddered. By then, his assailant had had plenty of time to tie him to a wooden chair and organize his instruments of punishment. A headache blistered through the man's skull, throbbing in his eye sockets until he gained enough consciousness to open them. When he saw the person who had knocked him out, his throat closed and the gasp ripping through came out high-pitched.

"Faust... Please... Don't—" Sven hiccoughed. "Don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY!"

Faust, who had been facing the doorway at the end of a long red runner, turned toward Sven, holding a hammer's handle in one hand while cradling the head in the other. A malicious smirk peeked out from a curtain of black hair. He took a step forward, the clomp of his leather boots echoing through the church. Each step made a menacing sound that bit down on Sven's nerves and rattled his sensitive skull.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I know you hate me, but please, don't hurt me. I swear I'll never talk to her again!"

Faust approached, flashing the obsidian hammerhead. He tossed the tool in his grip and stuck his hand into his pocket, producing several five-inch nails.

"No! God, no, please! Faust! Don't do this!"

The black-haired giant stopped to admire the curve of the hammer’s prongs. Sven looked around the empty church and saw a jerrycan taking up space in a nearby pew. He immediately started struggling against the jute rope binding his wrists and ankles to the chair as Faust drew nearer, smile uncoiling.

"I already gave you the chance to never talk to her again. Remember?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry means fuck all to me. You should know that. The only reason you left the campsite with your dick intact is because of the witnesses," Faust said, then spun around with his arms out, showcasing their solitude. "Now, it's just you and me."

"Please don't," Sven muttered through swollen lips. "Fuck, I'll do anything!"

"There's nothing you can do. Nothing a sorry sack of human waste can provide this world to make me change my mind."

"SHE LIED!"

Faust jingled the nails in his jacket, reminding Sven who held the weapon.

"Whatever she told you... It's not true! I was at the party, but I didn't do anything to her!" Sven's voice cracked.

"Oh... So you didn't follow her into my bedroom?"

"No! I talked to her for a minute, and that's all. That's all, I swear, Faust. Don't kill me."

The stomp of boots neared the altar where Sven struggled in the chair. He twisted to loosen the rope and slipped one hand out. Faust grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the arm of the chair, readying a nail between his lips as he gripped the hammer. Sven let out a scream, stifled instantly by the hammerhead. Faust wedged the metal between his teeth and hissed.

"Shut the fuck up, or I'll use this to smash your teeth out like a goddamn window. Understand me?"

Sven nodded and quaked as Faust placed the tip of the nail against the soft, flat part of his forearm.

"Stay still. If I fuck up and hit the Radial or Ulnar artery... You could bleed out before I'm done. Gotta get it right between the bones." Faust slapped the pale skin to reveal blue veins. He pressed the nail’s tip in place and rose the hammer above his head, bringing it down and stopping short of the head as Sven shrieked.

Faust cackled. "Jesus Christ, dude. Did you really think I was gonna nail you to a chair?"

Sven groaned, relieved and moist with cold sweat. "Faust, I'm serious. Please, man. You gotta believe me."

His dark laughter continued, bouncing off the high ceilings, the wooden pews and polished floors. As Sven let out his own nervous chuckle, Faust brought the hammer down in one swift pull, then slapped his hand over Sven's gaping mouth to stifle the screams. Howling, Sven rattled his head back and forth as a searing bolt of pain tore through his right arm, crackling in his shoulder where it burned and burned.

Faust tore his phone out of his back pocket and brought up a video, slamming the screen into Sven's face. The video of him grabbing Faith in his room while he was states away watching the live feed from the camera he'd set up on the desk.

"I knew these little cameras would come in handy. See? I know what you did, you stupid fuck. And you know what else? I would have just beat the shit out of you had I not stopped by your place before our little meeting."

Sven whined, tears pouring from his eyes in steady streams.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. I went into your room... Saw some interesting things on your computer. At first, I thought it was just standard fucking creep shit. Snuff porn, torture... Teen girls. None of that surprised me... Until I dug around and found your little stalker file buried in your folders. You didn't even encrypt it. How fucking stupid are you?"

"I'm sorry," Sven shook.

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"I'm sorry for touching her. I should have left her alone."

"What'd you think was gonna happen? That she wouldn't tell me? Or that I wouldn't believe her? And now I know you've been following Faith around, taking pictures of her, you fucking predator. And what about those other women, huh? You sorry about them, too?"

"Yes! I'm sorry. I know I have problems! I'm trying to get help. Please, Faust. If you let me go, I promise I'll do it. I'll get better. I haven’t hurt anyone!"

Faust shook his head slowly, grunting in refusal. "No. I meant what I said when I told you I'd crucify you if you went near Faith again. I'm doing the world a favour."

Sven hung his head and bled from the grievous wound pinning him to the chair, shuddering weakly from his injuries. Faust would never relent. He'd witnessed the drummer's cold disdain, the malignant hatred living inside that made him turn to the dark with open arms. Faust wasn't an actor. He pledged himself to the darkness with unyielding conviction, never one to take such things lightly. This realization depleted Sven's will to reason with the man.

Faust gripped another thick nail and drove it through Sven's left arm, smiling as blood dripped from the wood onto the church altar. The violent yelps filled Faust with morbid delight as he pressed the bloodied hammer under his victim's chin and raised his face.

"You're gonna die tonight, Sven."

"What makes you better than me? You'll be a murderer," Sven stuttered. "You hurt people, too."

"You and I are not the same. Don't ever compare yourself to me. You're a coward, and I warned you. Tread on what's mine, and I'll destroy you. That's what I said."

"All this over a girl? Are you fucking crazy!?"

Faust stooped to one knee, looking up at Sven as though the insult had cut him. Faust's brows arched, bottom lip jutting outward as he studied Sven, who closed his eyes. Then, Faust rose to his feet, leather stretching from the motion. Faust tapped his chin, smiled, and leaned over to whisper, "yes... Totally fucking crazy."

With a powerful kick to the chest, Faust sent the chair and Sven toppling backward. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood and giggled as he emptied his bladder on the weeping man. While Sven cried and moaned, Faust closed his zipper, whistling merrily. He left Sven on his back and snatched the jerrycan from the pew, taking slow, calculated steps while twisting off the cap and dousing the altar in gasoline.

As the gas trickled, Sven's desperation mounted. He could not flail, so he screamed. Faust gently reminded him what he'd do to Sven's teeth if he carried on shouting. The pinned man blubbered and begged, but Faust ignored his pleas. Inside his head, all Faust heard was the sound of flames rushing into a circle around Sven, crackling over the carpet and up the old church's wooden beams. By the time the roof caught fire, Faust had planned on being long gone.

"Please, Faust... You'll regret this! I know you're a serious person, but this is too far. You won't be able to live with yourself!"

"Wrong. I couldn't live with myself knowing I let a vulture like you walk this planet freely." Faust poured a trail down the floor runner, far away from the altar. He tossed the can aside and looked up at the Catholic saints' stained-glass portrayals and Jesus at the center of it all, staring down with sad eyes. Faust took a book of matches from his pocket and ripped one from the bunch, running its tip across the ignitor strip until a small flame burst to life. Faust flicked the match to the ground without a second thought, and the flame ate up the gasoline trail swiftly. The church was illuminated, and the colourful glass windows came to life. Faust raised his eyes to the forlorn Jesus and leered while the fire spread.

He did not stay to admire his work or revel in the cries of a man burning alive. Faust fled before the fire consumed the church, not once looking back or wondering if his victim had somehow escaped. He trudged through puddles of slush, hair swinging in the wind, white shadows of breath leaving his mouth.

It was time to get back to finish the tour. But he had one more stop to make.

~*~

Faith left the mall after helping close the book store. She received small smiles and nods from the mall staff as they locked doors and unfolded security gates. Some of the people she had spoken to before, and some she had only seen in passing. Though she returned their pleasantries, inside Faith was fretting. She tried not to worry about her boyfriend or ask where he was under strict orders to go about her day as usual.

She stepped into the evening air as the sun sank, taking the blue from the sky along for the descent. Wisps of white cloud stretched across the pink and violet above. Faith took in a deep breath and walked to the bus stop situated between a movie theatre and a dollar store. She popped her earbuds in and turned on a song that reminded her of Faust; one he wouldn’t like. His music taste had no room for the upbeat indie rock she enjoyed. Still, she smiled when the lyrics reminded her of him.

The scent of cigarette smoke caught her attention, and she looked around, finding no culprit. She wondered where the smell came from if nobody was around but soon forgot when the city bus appeared in the distance. It had to make a long trek around the parking lot before it pulled up at the movie theatre. Faith readied her bus card to scan as another cloud of smoke enveloped her senses.

Faith whirled around, and there he was, all black and leather, white teeth clutching the filter of a cigarette. Faust smiled, his words bolting from his mouth as she clamped her arms around him and crushed her face into his chest. The leather and musk brought tears to her eyes. She ripped out her earbuds and tried not to weep.

He hushed her, lifted her off the ground and retreated into the shadowed alley between the theatre and the store. By the time the bus pulled up, Faust had pressed her against the brick wall behind the building.

"Faust. Oh my gosh, where have you been? I was so worried," Faith gasped.

"Sh, don't ask questions, baby." Faust smothered her mouth, holding her thighs around his waist.

"Mm—I love you. Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re here! I love you so freaking much."

"I know you do," Faust breathed against her lips. "I love you, too, babe."

"Tell me where you've been!"

Faust shook his head and kissed her neck instead. She raked her fingers through his hair, knocking his hood down so she could see him unobstructed.

"Told you... Don't ask... Mmkay?... Stop asking... Just let me... Mm—fuck!"

Faith pulled his pelvis inward with her thighs, rubbing against his crotch and the heavy bullet belt wrapped around his hips. In their cloud of lust, Faust pushed his black jeans down just enough to free his erection.

"Fuck, I love your little skirts. Makes it so easy," Faust murmured.

The thought of Faust showing up disquieted her, but his lips on her skin and his desire thwarted these anxieties for a while. She set aside her questions, happy to have him in her arms again and overcome by arousal. When he stretched her panties aside and pushed into her, they both froze in expressions of excruciating ecstasy. Faust tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and Faith clutched his shoulders, already writhing from the intense fulfillment between her legs.

Just as she thought Faust might drop her, he bent his knees and hoisted her higher up on the wall. In his arms, she weighed close to nothing. She missed feeling tiny against him.

"Miss my cock?" He growled in her ear.

"Yes, baby. Oh my gosh, of course, I missed it. I missed my big man."

"Yeah? Fuck, I miss my little pussy," Faust breathed. "Mm, show me those gorgeous tits."

Faith unbuttoned her work polo and stretched the collar down around her breasts for Faust to bury his face. Though there wasn't an abundance of flesh to lose himself in, Faust shivered from the first taste of her nipples. With muted groans of pleasure, he rammed into her until Faith could no longer contain her cries, unaccustomed to his girth. Faust absorbed her whimpers with his mouth, coaxing her tongue until she only hummed.

He felt ferocious from the last twenty-four hours. If he could make Faith scream without drawing attention, Faust would have slammed her into the wall and fucked her until she shredded her vocal cords. He had to keep a low profile. Even visiting Faith was a considerable risk, but one he relished taking as she clamped her thighs and rutted against him.

He supported her ass in both hands and shifted off the wall to fuck her standing up. While he took her this way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered, whispering, "yes, fuck my pussy hard, big boy. Oh, I love that big cock inside me."

Faust unhooked and held her out so he could watch her breasts jiggle with every bounce. "You still taking your birth control? I'm gonna fucking bust so hard inside you, baby."

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, do it. Fill my pussy, please. I want your cum."

Her dirty talk and sweet sobs for his cock pushed him over the edge. He cradled her head as he pushed her against the wall and throbbed between her legs until empty. Faust pulled out and immediately turned her around and bent her over to watch globs of fresh cum dripping from her wet slit. He used one finger to push some of it back inside and had her suck off the rest. Afterward, he pulled up his pants and compressed her against the wall, one hand over her mouth while the other worked her clit in gentle circles. Faust didn't stop until she squealed and shuddered against him, muffled in his jacket and writhing from the manual orgasm.

When Faith calmed down, he released her and stepped away, pulling a cigarette from the squished pack in his jacket pocket. The lighter's flame created an orange halo around his face and promptly died. He smoked like nothing had happened while she fixed her skirt, buttoned her polo and zipped up her coat.

Faith smiled up at her lover, the night blotting out most of his features.

"I'm so glad you're home," she said.

"Not for long," Faust exhaled.

Her heart quivered. "Wait, what?"

"I gotta go back."

"When?"

"Tonight."

"What? No! But... You just got back," said Faith.

Faust shrugged, his leather jacket speaking for him. The evening matured, consuming the details of her hurt expression until the streetlamps along the road came to life.

"Why did you come here?"

Faust took one last long haul off his cigarette and flicked it down the alleyway. "Listen to me, Faith... You need to quit asking questions. I'm serious. The more questions you ask, the worse it'll be. And you and I did not see each other tonight. As far as you know, I'm on tour. Understand?"

"Yes," Faith said to appease him.

"I want to stay, trust me. But I can't. You know why. All the answers you want, you already have. Don't keep bugging, don't mention it ever again."

"I want to go with you," she whispered.

"No. You stay. Go to your classes, go to work, go visit your parents. Everything normal. And I don't want you moping around either. You put on that pretty smile, and you pretend for me. I'll call you in a couple of weeks before the last show and arrange a way for you to get there."

"What do you mean you’ll call in couple of weeks?" Faith whined. “What about goodnights?”

"I don't have a phone anymore."

"Why—? Oh, um... Okay. I understand."

Faust gathered the girl up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Good girl. I love you, and I miss you."

"I love you, too."

He tipped her face up and sensed tears forming in her eyes. Faust shook his head. "No crying. We'll see each other very soon. Just a couple more weeks."

"I know," she sighed.

"I love you more than anything, Faith. Now, go catch your bus. Should be here in a few minutes."

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm on tour. I'm not even here," he explained.

Faust kissed her again, smoothed his hands over her shoulders and turned her to face the bus stop. He urged her along. "No looking back. Hop on the bus and go do your schoolwork."

"Okay," she said, determined to make him proud. Faith walked out of the shadows and into the lamplight hovering over the depot. Across the lot, the city bus pulled in, and though she longed to turn around to see Faust watching over her, she kept her eyes forward and waited. When the bus pulled up, and the doors drew back, she stepped onto the platform and smiled at the driver as she scanned her pass. Faith took a seat in the back and put in her earbuds. She searched through a list of bands and selected the only one whose logo was illegible. As she pressed play, she listened to the immediate assault of the drums, their constant and violent beat. Faith smiled—warm in her chest and between her legs.

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Harper Alexander x Fem!Reader || Oneshot, [Part 2]

Title: The Fake Love Of My Life [PART 2]

Notes:

I'm just realising Harper and Y/N's relationship is very like Dimitri and Anastasia haha XD

Plot: Fake fiancés, impending murder victims who are actually quite lovely, dancing, jealousy, and engagement rings- oh my!

Warnings: Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Jealousy?

"Wait... you two? Are together???"

The words coming out of an 'honoured guest's mouth, aimed at Harper and I as he comes on into the bar, pressing a kiss to my temple on his way past. The guests, especially the one that rode in with that blonde Harper made off with earlier, do not miss it despite its subtlety - given more for the towns folk around us then anything else, obviously, - . And suddenly the fact that Harper just went off flirting with another woman, hits us both in the face.

Well... fuck- and the rest of the town catches it, too; Freaking out also, on the inside. I glance up unsurely at Harper who is still standing close to my seat, but force a tinkering smile that just makes me look perplexed, and that doesn't meet my eyes.

Which, you know, works. Because if we were a real couple, and I didn't, in fact, know perfectly well that he had to seduce these girls then I would look like this; Oblivious. And that's exactly what the guests think is happening.

Trying not to show my nervousness at the situation, a shield that I've mastered at this point, I decide to play the clueless-type. Thoughtlessly blinking and smiling, I tilt my head at the guy. "Yeah," I hold up the back my left hand, and show off the engagement ring (Which so happens to be Harper's actual mothers ring, so I take very good care of it even if it doesn't totally feel like mine, nor will it ever- seeing at the engagement in the first place is a total hoax) and beam. "We're engaged, actually!"

"Uhhh... " The guy's eyes flicker nervously from me, to Harper where his glance becomes hard. You can tell that he's struggling not to tell me out right what my 'fiancé' has been up to, and is gouging what kind of reaction Harper might give if he does do that right now. Still looking blissfully oblivious, I look between the two with wide, confused eyes. "Dude."

Knitting my brows together, I play my part well. A hand on Harpers arm and a teetering tone to my voice completes the act. "Harper?"

"Ah. Y/N!... " He picks up my hand off his arm, and holds it in his own, playing his own part with a side of guilt sitting beside a big serving of regretful douchebag. He doesn't meet my eyes completely, just flickers over them, leaning his shoulder slightly between me and the guy. "Its nothin', don't worry about it. Okay?"

"Hey, its not nothing!" The guy actually shoves Harper out of his way, and my own blow open wide at it as Harper flashes a dark glare his way, silently. "Girl- " I blink up at this man, who's pointing directly at me after that show of violence and I hand him all my attention. Because oh- wow- direct! Okay, yes? I mean I know he's going to be dead in a couple of hours and he's the enemy but wow. He points behind him with a thumb, at Harper. "This guy's been cheating on you. I saw him go off with my girl friend, Jess- and I know her. The way she was lookin' at him... oof," He shakes his head. "They fucked, or something, man. I'm sorry."

Miss Peaches and Boone flash eachother a smirky, secret glance at that while most people are looking at me for a response or glaring at Harper like some of the guests are, Buckman's watching this whole scene like a show at the theatre and he's on the edge of his seat, Hucklebilly is silently urging me with his eyes to do something already. Like hurry. Hurry up. Hurry! Hurry!!

Dragging my gaze away from Huck's, I make myself slowly look from the guy that 'told me'... to Harper. Before a new expression can take hold on my face, I ask, in a deadly tone; "... what?"

Harper immediately comes forward again, looking desperate and pissed off- though its not me, he's angry at. "I don't know what he's talking about, Y/N, I swear- "

I get up from my seat and he steps - stumbles? - back at the terrible glare on my face. As terrible as I can muster, when I want to laugh at his reactions. You know? Sometimes this pretending thing can be a lot of fun. Taking a deep breath, I take off the ring he gave me, and under the gaze of the man that told me Harper was 'cheating'- I hand it back to him. Then I clear my throat, as he looks from it... to me. And does 'heartbroken' so well. "... Um- whether you did, or not. I- I cant wear this... u-until, I know. You know? Um... sorry."

Then I manage to slip past him and out the bar door, into the empty square before a smile fights onto my face and giggles topple out of me. I collapse against the side of the building, letting the laughter come out as I cover my face. Oh god... the looks on Harper's face! Oh, he was good.

He must have run out after me a moment later - after the appropriate amount of staring heartbrokenly at my empty seat, I'm sure, - because then he's poking around the corner, finding me, and enfolding his hands into his pockets as he saddles lazily up to me.

But he does not fool me- he's pretty damn amused too, I see, as when I glance around my fingers; Theirs a grin on his handsome face.

Sighing, I calm down and press my head back into the wood. "That was good! You did well!- Coulda cried, though. I mean, you were being left by me, after all."

Rolling his eyes, making me giggle again, Harper sets his jaw. "You sure think a lotta yourself, don't ya?" His slow drawl is back to normal, no longer desperate like he was acting before. Perfectly, annoyingly shirty. He leans in towards me, giving me a raised eyebrow-look. "I didn't see you cryin', neither, Y/N. Not even one, stray, tear."

"Hm. Not even I am that good an actress, Harper."

He smirks back at me, and for a moment , before returning to his straight standing position, and sighing. He looks back at the building, his mouth twisted into a displeased, put-out frown. "Well, I guess we're fightin', now... Should we be yellin'?"

Scrunching up my nose, suddenly tasting something gross in my mouth, I scowl at him. "Do we want to be the kinda couple that screams and yells?"

"Well, it is just an act."

"Yeah, but still."

"Hmmm... " Harper, looking dissatisfied with my objections, looks away again and thinks. "Okay. How about we just say we fought, then? You can jog in place for a minute and look like you just ran a marathon or something when we get back in."

Gaze flickering up to him, my eyes narrow. "Oh I am only running, if you let me squeeze your cheeks to make it look like you got red-faced."

He does not look like he likes that idea, at all. "... Okay. What if I didn't find you, then? 'N instead I walked around looking for you for a while. You can go back in now and I'll wait out here for a while before comin' back in."

"Yeah, lets do that." I push off the wall and ready myself to go back in their, looking all down, when Harper pulls something out of his pocket and tries to give it back to me. As soon as I realise that its the ring though, I shake my head good naturedly and push his hand back. "You hold onto it, until this is all over. I don't want it falling out of my pocket." It was his mothers, so its important, and if anything in this relationship is real its our shared devotion to keeping that ring safe. I would die if I lost it.

Harper stalls for a moment, displeased by my response if I didn't know better, before shoving it and his fist back into the pocket of his trousers. "Alright then... Until this is all over."

"Right." I assure him, awkwardly. Before patting his shoulder and passing him by. "See you back in there!"

"Yep."

Its nearly 45 minutes before Harper comes back into the bar, a sullen look on his face still, like normal. I look away almost immediately, pointedly- returning to the conversation I'm having with Miss Peaches. "... As I was saying, yeah we are having nice weather toda- "

The guy from earlier - the one that had informed me of Harper's 'infidelity'. I think his name was Matt? - suddenly pushes out of his seat a few tables over, seeing Harper come in also and saddles right beside my chair. I cut off again, and look up to him. Hello? Mister?

Not looking at me, rather glowering Harper's way, Matt offers his hand to me. Shoving it right in front of my face. I blink, surprised at its presence and the gesture. "Miss? Would you like to dance?"

"Uh- " What? I look from him, with wide, surprised eyes to Miss Peaches who just looks pretty darn amused at it - in other words, entirely unhelpful, - , as I feel quite put on the spot and unsure. What is he doing?? The whole room seems to still once again, noticing the scene that Matt is creating, and I glance Harper's way.

His sullen look has just begun to look hazardous to anyone standing near to him and I fight not wince under its power, myself.

Matt breaks his gaze from its locked position with Harper's, and looks down to me; His gaze softens, a bit, and I understand that he's only trying to make me feel better. And if this whole thing wasn't fraudulent in the first place I would probably be grateful. So letting out a careful breath, letting go of my nerves and surprise at being put in a position like this, I place my hand in his and let him guide me up to my feet.

Oh god- now I just really want everyone to stop looking, at us. At me. Stop, stop, stop-

A booming clap sounds throughout the room, and just like that everyone's attention is stolen clean away by our enigmatic mayor, who's stood up and grinning. "What a good idea! Go on everyone, lets have ourselves a good old-fashioned hoedown. Grab a partner and get to the dance floor!"

As everyone immediately starts liking that idea and getting up from their seats, and music starts play from the little wooden stage in the corner, I let myself relax. Thank god. Bless that man. Long live the mayor.

"Hey, so, are you okay?" I'm broken from my relieved thoughts, as Matt walks me to the middle of the dance floor and guides me in front of him- setting one hand on my waist while the other holds my hand. His words are sweet and low, so no one else really hears, and damn- I'm going to sure be mournful when he dies. Even if he is a yank.

Offering him a small, strong smile as we begin to dance to the reasonably paced guitar music, I set the hand of mine that isn't holding his securely up onto his shoulder. He's just wearing a sleeveless under shirt, so I feel a bit of the skin of his shoulder which is odd but I've long since given up holding new-comers to any of the same expectations we have. "I'm holding up, thank you. I just never thought he would do something like that... its so not Harper... "

Speaking of Harper, I glance around the room slowly to see where he is now, and catch his glare from the side of the room with Miss Peaches. Evidently she's asking him if he wants to dance with her while I'm busy, but he seems unresponsive. Too busy playing jealous.

I quickly look away. Matt shrugs. "Yeah well, you can never really tell with douchebags. Sometimes they're real nice guys, until they aren't."

"Yeah... I guess so... "

"Anyway," Matt suddenly lets go of my waist, carries my hand up to above our heads, and spins me. A cant help the delighted giggle that tumbles out of me at the move, my skirts flying around me before he pulls me back to his body. He flashes me a grin back, and as the music's tempo speeds up, so do we- the dance becoming faster, and more fun. "Lets see if I can distract you from that bullshit for a little while."

Smirking back to him, I feel like forgetting about who I'm supposed to be, now - engaged and heartbroken, - in order to just have some fun. Because damn, it has been a long time. Yes at parties I dance with men - Lester, Hucklebilly, Buckman. Even Granny, though she isn't a man, - but that's not really the same. That's like dancing with my brothers, or my father - or mother, - . Theirs nothing quite like dancing with a man you don't know, not because you want him to court you or because he wants to court you, but just for fun.

"Lets see if you can."

A couple of hours later I finally sit back down again, a beam on my face and my cheeks warm - aching for a glass of water or twelve, - as Matt excuses himself to go to the bathroom- but promises that he'll be back. "Take your time, I'll be here!"

He smiles, patting my shoulder comfortingly, before turning and heading off out of the building.

Its a few moments later, after I've acquired a drink of water and am sipping at it at the bar, that Harper slips into the seat next to me. I turn and- immediately, catch myself. I was about to smile, and ask him how his night is going.

But I remembered just in time that I am supposed to be mad at him, and take a deep breath; Looking away again.

Without saying a thing to me, he orders himself a shot of whiskey- a heavily grumpy look on his face. I glance at him, wondering what's going on in his head and if he's had any fun at all tonight or if he's been preoccupied acting like a jealous bastard the whole time. I worry that its turned his actual mood sour.

I hope not.

"So... " He finally speaks, still not looking at me. "You been havin' a good time, with that yank?"

"Um... " Glancing around us, I see a group of the yankee girls nearby within hearing distance, and look nervously at Harper. Because for whatever reason, I get the inkling that he isn't acting anymore, and I don't want him thinking that anything that comes out of my mouth, is true. "That's... not, really, any of your business- is it?"

Finally he looks at me, and theirs a pissed off gleam in his brown eyes as he looks down on me. "Oh yes it is. You're my fiancé, ain't ya?"

My jaw nearly damn well drops. Has he been drinking before now?? I didn't see him dancing at all throughout the night. What's wrong with him? Theirs definitely something odd about what he's saying; How he's looking.

Not even Harper is this good of an actor.

"Harper... " Lowering my voice and leaning closer, I tug gently at the side of his clean white shirt. "Are you alright? Do you want to leave and talk?- "

"What's happenin' here, huh?" Oh for fucks sake- I turn to see Matt suddenly back, on my other side and standing over both Harper and I- but turning his stony, protective, angry look on my 'fiancé', obviously. I mean, I appreciate the efforts but you really have the worst timing, Mathew-

Harper doesn't back down even an inch from the more imposing figure that is my dancing partner for the evening. In fact he just pulls up his whiskey to his lips, letting his hand dangle lazily before him as he raises his brows at Matt. "I'm talkin' to my lady, a'course. What are you doin'?"

"Oh, your lady?" Matt scoffs, and I feel like red lights should be flashing and alarms should be blaring. Their tones are dangerous. "First of all, this is the twenty first century man so she has a name. Second of all- did you mean Y/N or the girl two seats down from you?"

Oh, hell. My eyes widen as that particular dig leaves Matts lips and, knowing Harper's already prickly personality, turn slowly to him. A flickering of a tiny - dangerous, - smile flashes across his lips as he nods and looks away, before taking the whole contents of his glass in one go. Then he turns to me - to me! - , an only marginally softer look in his eyes. "Y/N, lets go."

"Uh- " I cut myself off, unsure of how to respond. He continues to look at me, waiting impatiently for my response, and Matt looks swiftly down at me before picking up for, me.

"Y/N's not going anywhere with you if she doesn't want to, man. So back off."

"My apologies, was I talking to you?" Harper turns his gaze up to Matt again, and my eyes tear around the room for some help, but for the first time today no one, is stopping to witness the drama.

Hell, violence could be ensuing, and no one here cares?? Seriously?! How drunk is everyone?!

"No, but someone has to be good to Y/N."

Harper doesn't flinch but you can tell that he wanted to, as one of his eyes slowly squints, and the frown lines in his face deepen. "... do you wanna take this outside?"

Immediately I whip around to face him fully. A hand slamming down on the table between us and I am deeply concerned. "Harper do you even see the size of this man!?"

"Love to, but I don't feel the need to remedy all my problems with violence, mate." Matt smirks, crossing his arms. And first of all, thank god, but also- the look on Harper's face at hearing that is horrifying. How could this man have made things worse, by not punching Harper in the face?! Now I kind of wish they had gone outside.

"Okay!" Before Harper can respond, or take out the sharp throwing object I know he has in his pocket, I get up out of my seat and back off from them both. "You both need to stop this, before it becomes a dick measuring contest. First of all, Matt, I had a really lovely night so thank you, but I'm leaving now, so goodbye. Harper- " The moment I turn to him, I stall, and calm down. And I mean it, when I say; "I'll talk to you, later."

Then I turn around and head for the door so that I can walk out into the night and go home- when I suddenly hear a horrible hitting noise and a crash, followed by gasps and Buckman yelling 'HELL'- and whip right back around. My eyes blow open wide the moment that I see Matt, fallen into a chair behind him holding his jaw, and Harper shaking out his fist, still managing to look tough even as his fist must be killing him, looking down on Matt. I gape, about to say something - or yell something, - but Harper suddenly turns to me, and grabs my hand on his way storming through the horrified crowd and out of the building. I just try to keep up so he doesn't tear my arm off.

Once we're down the road a bit, I manage to rip my arm back away from him, and get glare in response. I tough it out, though, and scowl back at him. "Harper what the hell?? I mean I know we're kind of invested in our scheme but you're acting weird, now. And- you- you hit him! Why would you do that??? What is wrong with you??"

"'It's what my 'character', woulda done," He almost growls, through grit teeth.

"You really don't have to go that far, Harp!" He really, really, doesn't!

Rolling his eyes up into his skull, I watch as he finally takes in a deep breath- hands on his hips, bracing himself. After a moment of silence, and I'm thinking he's calming down now thankfully, his gaze flashes to me and I see clearly that he's still burning.

Reaching over to me, he once again takes my hand in his and drags me off. Not quite so angrily this time, so I don't fear that my arm will be removed from my shoulder at all at least, but I'm still totally lost. Where are we going, now??

We don't go far, as it turns out, and he quickly presses me against a wall between two houses close by to where we were, and in the darkness I can just make out a clearer look entering his eyes, finally. Like his sight is finally, - finally, finally! - not so clouded by fury anymore, as he breathes in fresh night time air. Silently, I watch, waiting for him to speak first.

Is he okay??

Taking his hands off of me, he runs a hand back through his hair, and finally lets his shoulders relax. "... Okay. Okay. I'm fine, now. Sorry for makin' you uncomfortable."

"Are... are you sure you're alright? Do you want to talk about what just happened??" Because I definitely think we should-

"My character just got away from me, that's all. I got too into it... I apologise." Yeah, he says that, but he still isn't looking me in the eye. Everywhere but my eye, actually. And an idea occurs to me that makes my heart start to beat louder, in my ears. Carefully, I reach up, and lay one hand on his shoulder while the other curls up into his hair.

I literally feel his body relax more, under my touch. A sigh escapes him, that I'm sure he would've preferred me not hear. So he looks stony, again.

Letting go of my bottom lip, as I had nervously been chewing it, my gaze flickers up to his face. "Um, would it help, if... my character, were to, 'forgive', you?" Still against his better judgement I'm sure, Harper perks up, at my suggestion. I set him with a focused, serious look. "Because she does. She knows that you have to touch other girls and its not because you want to, and in fact it has nothing to do with her. Me."

"... yeah?"

I nod. "Yes." Giving him a smile, I start to take my hand away from him and step away. "So don't fret! We're okay. Still engaged, and in 'love'- "

Suddenly, before I can get away completely, Harper grabs my hand again and tugs me back- and further, to his lips, where he presses a passionate kiss. A moan is torn out of me immediately and my eyes quickly fall shut, reciprocating before I can think better of it.

This happens a lot, now; The kissing. It helps us get into character, I suppose. Makes us feel like two people who are actually in love, rather then Y/N and Harper who just pretend to be. And it feels really, really good.

He pulls back not even an inches worth of space for a moment, solely for air, and my eyes crack open a tiny bit; Enough to see him gulping down air so he can come back. "Harper... "

He presses right back quickly, guiding me forward back into the wall behind me. Wood digs into my spine but I cant bring myself to care, too wrapped up in the body of the man kissing the hell out of me and my endeavour to taste him back, and maybe gouge a moan or two from him. Because I want to hear it. I don't know why, but I need to. I feel like all I ever see from him is spite and crankiness and I need to know he has more, for me. Especially, for me.

Tugging gently on some of his hair seems to win me what I wanted, as I swallow the vibrations of his groans. Then I slowly pull back, my heels finding the ground again and opening my eyes delicately, and look up at him as he sighs; Understanding that its over as he still leans over me.

Tilting my head, breathing slowly in order to return to former breathing patterns, I catch his gaze. "... Feeling better?" My voice is low, talking carefully as I look up at him from beneath my eyelids.

"... almost."

"Hm?" What else can I do? I'm just wondering what else it could possibly be that he, or his character, wants from me when to my surprise Harper slips down to one knee before me. My eyes widen slightly, looking down at him and wondering what he is doing. "Harp? Your knee hurt?"

He takes my hand in his and, not looking me in the eye as my heart starts to beat unbelievably louder- the sound reverberating hot in my ears. "I just figured, that, our engagement is missin' something."

Oh... Harper takes his mothers ring back out of his pocket, and slips it back onto my fourth finger; Where it now lives. "Y/N L/N, we've known eachother a long time now, basically our whole lives... unfortunately, I think I've only just cracked the surface of what their is to know when it comes to you... and I'd sure like to spend the rest of my life trying to learn the rest."

"Aw... Now, I kinda regret that we didn't do this in front of people. You did that really, well. And telling me my last name! Nice touch." I tell him, because its true, but adding a little joke because I have to as I slip my hand out of his grasp and examine the ring back in its place. My ring.

It really is pretty.

"I ain't done." My eyes snap back to Harper's and my cheeks heat up even more then they had been already, and close my mouth quick.

"Oh."

Flashing a little smile that looks so good on him, he tilts his head. I nearly forget that this is fake. "Will you marry me?"

Breath hitching, because that is the softest, least disapproving-of-me thing he has ever said and it makes my stomach drop- In a good way. But I hope that he does not see how mushy he's made me- because that might complicate things.

He might think I'm falling for him... And I'm not...

I try to keep it out of my voice as I respond, even as a gentle smile warms onto my face. "Yes, Harper Alexander... I will marry you. Now get back up here."

He smirks and gets up, and I lean up to press a quality kiss to his lips, in thank you. When I pull back, he picks up my left hand in his and I catch a serious and forlorn look cross his face as he looks at the ring. His voice is quiet but firm when he speaks. "... I don't want you ever taking this ring off, again. I didn't care for that, at all."

"Well it was just for show... "

His jaw clenches. "I know."

"Hey- " I grab his arm, pulling him gently but abruptly from whatever angry place he was disappearing back into, and flash him a comforting grin. "How about we don't go back to the bar. We can just go back to my house, and avoid the headache. Alright?"

"I'd like that." He grins, a lovely grin that we very rarely see on on him anymore unless he's faking it, a hand hovering over the small of my back as we turn and start heading off to my house.

#Harper Alexander x Reader #Harper Alexander #2001 Maniacs x Reader #Harper Alexander x Reader Oneshot #Part 2 #Harper Alexander Oneshot #Harper Alexander x Reader Part 2 #Harper Alexander x Reader Oneshot Part 2 #The Fake Love Of My Life Part 2

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sideblogformindtrash · 3 years

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Blue finds Orfeu (and Haru maybe) watching the videos when Blue was with the internet fuker... and Orfeu talks to Blue about it ??? (I don't know, or something like that) (Just add some angst and comfort)

Big fan of everything you do 😉😊😌

Thank you anon :3 this one was hard tbh sdfghjjdhgf

CW: Panic attack/PTSD; Dehumanization; It as a pronoun; Past abuse;

Orfeu was angry.

He had no words enough to describe what he was watching, and deep down, he knew he should stop. Yet, he kept on watching.

He knew what had happened to Blue. It was carved on his skin forever. He shouted about it at night. The fear was a ghost following him wherever he went.

But he wasn’t prepared to see it happening. The fight he had on his eyes slowly stripped from him, his humanity taken to a point where he couldn’t refer to himself as anything but an ‘it’ anymore. The people cheering his torturer, denying him the simplest of kindness…

And Orfeu was angry. His nails carved on the skin of his palm enough to draw blood. Yet he felt nothing, and if he did he wouldn’t care. He wanted that man dead. Each video he watched, his anger grew, and he groaned at his phone, teeth showing, the hatred on his eyes…

He was so lost into it he didn’t realize Blue was standing there. Not until he heard a small sob. And he turned, hell still breaking loose inside him.

He was careful. Blue and Haru had never seen him angry. And he wondered what Blue must have felt when he saw it, because his eyes widened, his face went paled and he gasped, falling to his knees, forehead hitting the floor.

Shit. He gets up, still altered and Blue lets out an audible cry.

“Sorry. S-s--sorry M-master. Sorry. B-Blue is is stupid bad ugly and dumb. Sorry. Sorry. It’s sorry it’s, it’s it…” the words turned incoherent, marked by strangled breathing. He curled up on himself, wide eyes and panic so strong he seemed in pain.

“Blue…” he tried, as soft as possible. Blue jumped onto him, grabbing his shirt. He was trying so hard to speak, to beg, but couldn’t manage a word, hyperventilating.

Orfeu felt so powerless, as he uselessly tried to coax Blue to breathe. Until he passed out, falling on Orfeu’s lap.

“Fuck…” He whispers to himself. He pulls Blue closer, grabbing one of his hands and rubbing it softly, hands caressing the other one while his read rests over Orfeu’s leg. He wakes up a few seconds afterwards, trembling, eyes full of tears “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you. I promise. I’m not mad”

Blue’s lost eyes darted from one way to another…It’s ear is being scratched… Master…Master Orfeu holds it. It wants to scream! It needs to scream and run and hide! Master Orfeu was terrifying. Terrifying.

Master had sharp sharp sharp teeth that could tear into its skin and he looked so angry, so angry, a beast ready to attack. Blue wants to apologize, say he is sorry, Master saw it, saw the videos he, he, he angry Blue walked in on him it was bad so bad-

“Breathe” Comes the order. He tries so hard to obey but oh god it’s so bad it’s scary its, it’s going to be hurt it will “Blue breathe. You’ll pass out again. Please. I’ll count”

Breathing is impossible and its chest hurt and it’s so tight and, and, and Blue is going to die its heart will jump out! It will! It grabs its chest, it can’t it can’t…

“Blue it’s okay. You are good, you are. I know it’s scary, but it will pass. Please breathe. I’m not angry at you”

It hurts. It can’t. It wants to cry, wants Master Warren again. It hates here, hates it hates it hates it. It’s scary and, and nothing makes sense and Master says weird things and isn’t, it’s bad… It wants its dog bed and be safe with Master Warren and be cared for and loved not this not breathing its hard, it is too stupid! Why can’t Master understand that his pet is stupid?

“N—no” Blue whimpers, each breath he takes hurts, makes his body shake and cold sweat runs through him “N—n-no, p--please”

Master Warren knew the pet was stupid didn’t get angry cause he knew! He knew. It’s scary. Scary. Why won’t it stop why can’t it breathe. This will never end it will never…

“You are safe, I promise. Blue it’s scary but it can’t hurt you. I promise. Nothing will hurt you. But breathe. Please”

Blue doesn’t want to breathe it wants to scream. So it does. It screams. It kicks and thrashes and Master lets it go, just holds his head.

And, and, and more hands. More Hands! Scared ice blue eyes scary green eyes, soft white hair flowing, Haru, Haru, Haru.

It grabs Haru, it wants it, he, he, he is good and keeps Blue safe right? But, but but Haru tells, tells Master where Blue, Blue hides and that’s, that’s not good. It is scared it’s scared…

…Soft humming. Haru holds him on a hug, and hums a song for him, slowly. A pretty song. He is crying, Haru is crying.

Blue closes its teary eyes. He likes the song, the humming… Bonnie. Master hands it Bonnie. It grabs her, Bonnie is good, she is good. It pulls her closer, nuzzling on Haru’s soft arms, tears just won’t stop. Master walks away, to the window, he buries his face on his hands. Scary. Scary.

He cries. Haru cries. Master… He thinks Master is crying. He doesn’t know. Doesn’t think that’s possible… But once he feels calmer, Haru pulls a blanket around Blue, and goes to hug Master. Master falls to his knees, holding Haru, petting the soft white hair.

“…Thank you…” Master whispers “I’m sorry Haru, I’m so sorry. I know it’s a lot”

Master cleans Haru’s tears before cleaning his own. Haru lets his head fall on Master’s shoulders, pretty eyes closing slightly.

…Blue… Blue must have been bad. So bad.

Because they are both sad! Both of them!

It crawls closer, hesitantly, Bonnie on its arms. It is scared… But it wants to be held too. Will he be allowed close to them now? He doesn’t deserve it... But Haru and Master let him in the hug as well. They ruffle its hair.

“S-s-s-sorrry…” it whimpers.

“It’s okay… I’m the one who should apologize Blue. I wasn’t mad at you. I didn’t know you were there”

“I-i-iit s-s-should have, should have…”

“You did nothing wrong. I promise. You are a good boy. A very good boy”

It looked up slight smile, and pulled Bonnie closer.

“Master saw… Saw… T-t-the…v-v-videos…”

Yeah. Haru frowned, confused, but Master didn’t explain.

“S-s-sorry…”

“It’s not your fault. I was just… I didn’t like that someone hurt you Blue”

Blue nods. Of course. It was a good pet before. Now it can’t do much anymore.

“It, it is ugly a-a-and u---u-useless now b-b-but… it, it deserved it…”

Master pets its hair.

“…No, Blue. That’s not it. You didn’t deserve any of that. It was cruel”

“B-b-b-lue… Mis misbehaved Master. And, and it’s, it’s old Master n-n-needed B-b-blue for, for the videos…”

“Your old Master didn’t deserve you” And Master looks at Haru too “…You two are… Too good for any of this. If I could change what happened…”

Master sighs. He doesn’t do that often. He seems… lost. Not really there, eyes seeing something far away.

“I’m just… I’m so sorry”

Blue stares at the ceiling, Haru stays quiet, head leaning against the wall.

Tired. All of them. So tired. But they cuddle together, not bothering to get off the floor, and being close to them feels warm.

#blue needs a tag #haru and orfeu #orfeu needs a therapist :3 #he so good with Haru but so bad with Blue asdfghjyfmdthnsrgbfgsds

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Plz i need more papa dabi with his little girl! They're so cute! Can i get dabi with a preggo s/o? At first he doesn't want to be inhis baby's life but when his s/o is involved in an acciedent where the baby had to be taken and put into an incubator he runs at high speed to the hospital and wants to see his little girl! Just imagine him sticking his hand into the incubator and the baby grabbing it and he cries? The s/o didn't survive the acciedent tho :(. It's ok if u don't want to write this..

Mentions of abortion and dabi is toya theory

He laughed.

The bastard had the nerve to laugh when you spilled the tea... when you took all of the courage in your being to tell him taht you were carrying a baby.

His baby.

Suddenly he went to look at you, his smirk slowly dissapearing when he saw your expression.

"Wait, shit-You're serious?" He asked out of no where and you almost snapped.

"Of course Im serious Dabi! I'm pregnant!" You almost cried out, knees almost giving up on holding your form as a billions of thoughts went through your boyfriend's head.

"... we can't." He breathed out, dedperation coming over his eyes but his face still hold onto the same resting bitch expression of his "We can't kept ... whatever the fuck you're carrying."

"I'm sorry but what?!" You exclaimed on horror "How can you even say that? Dabi I-"

"Listen." He said between teeth "We can't have a kid, okay? I can't have a kid... I'm no good for you for fuck's sake, imagine for this thing growing on your-"

"Don't you dare call our child a thing, Todoroki Toya." You growled, not backing away when he glared past your soul for using THAT name on him.

"Don't test your luck now dollface. Or even myself can get rid of this problem we got in." The words slipped his tongue before he could stop them before he felt a huge sting on his stiches and right cheek.

He hissed a bit and looked over at the woman he loved for years... completely broken and absolutely terrified of him, yet a hand still on the air to prove to him she indeed had slapped him.

Well, he deserved it. He couldn't lie.

"Listen..." you sobbed and he could feel his heart shattering "If YOU don't want to be a part of this baby's life, be a better father than yours was... that's alright, but I AM having this baby Dabi. Whether you liking it or not." You cried but still manage to stay with your gaze locked to his.

"(Y/n)..."

"No. If you don't want this kid, then you won't want me then, since I am having this baby."

He snatched his coat before grabbing the handle of the door before looking at you dead in the eye, words spilling like the venom of a snake.

"I should have fucking pulled out when I had the chance then huh?" He slammed the door right after, fighting with himself to prevent him to come back when he heard you falling and collapsong with cries in your apartment.

Nine months have passed since then, and after all the shit he had been through, this was by far the worst time of his life. He couldn't raise a kid while being a villain, he was already aprehensive on entering on a relationship, yet... you were the only one able to enter his heart and break the barriers he worked so hard to build ever since his childhood.

"Yo check it out! Disgrace!" Spinner's loud voice echoed on the room as he pointed at the Tv. A car accident aparently as some heroes showed their false selfs off to the reporters while some hurt pregnant woman was hurt and...

He jumped from his seat, turquoise eyes widening so much that his staples hurted like a damn bitch. But he couldn't care less to his pain, he couldn't care less at hearing shigaraku and the others asking him where he was running of to.

No, he couldn't care about a fucking thing when his doll was the one injured.

Wearing his disguise while running he almost sey on fire someone blocking his way as bis legs almost created wings from how fast he was running. His heart was on his ears as he manage to follow the ambulance.

Bjsting on the hospital he was easily barried by the security and some nurses.

"Get the fuck out of my way before I burn you pieces of trash to crisp." He said nonchantly but glaring through his glasses as he showed his palm on fire.

At the sudden scare of them he jumped and stormed his way until one ghard holded onto his shoulders.

"Young man you cant go on there. That woman is on a surgery right now. Between life or death situation."

"Bullshit I saw that woman kicking ass far better than All might, let me enter bastard." He was at the verge of shouting as some other securities came to help contaon the villain.

"Listen, family is usely allowed to wait on another room but-"

"For fuck's sake, I AM THAT FATHER'S KID!" He shouted in ager as some flames erupted, scating the poor workers as they let them in at least on the waiting room.

Boucing his knees fervently, he flinched when a doctor came to talk with him with a frown.

"Im sorry sir. We could only save your daughter... but the mother suffered a lot of loss of bloss."

He felt like screaming... vomiting? He didn't know... he had lost you. He cjrsed under his breath shakily before slamming his fist on the wall... his stiches coming out and blood of his being spilled on the wall and the floor as the doctor watched silently.

He couldn't even fucking apologize for being an ass to you...

He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder but he growled and shrugged off anyway. The doctor, not taking it too personally, decided to spoke up.

"I understand your state of mind... but if you wish, your daughter is on a incubator. Safe and sound, you can go see her without a problem, just ask the nurses and they will lead you there." The man spoked before leaving the room, letting Dabi scream all of his wtath and destroy the room in the middle of his outburst and regret.

Crouching down on the ground, he brushed his indigo looks out of his eyes as he let out tears to slip down his eyes, to his scars then drop on his clothing.

Standing shakily up, he made his mind. You wanted to so badly have a kid, his no less... it didn't matter whose he was or what his past was about... you loved him and then he treated you like that?

He looked at the window and the sky outside to see it was about to rain... promissing to you, wherever you were, that he was not going to mess up the last remain of love that you both had.

Following the nurse without a word he almost gagged when he saw the bundle of clothing enevelopong such a small human being that had a tuff of his natural color hair. He didn't had words to deacribe on how beautiful that sign was...

You would have loved amd even cried with that...

"This is your daughter sir! Congrats! Rei is such a cute and healthy baby despite being pre mature."

His head jerked in her direction as he mouthed a what... shocked and frozen at hearing that name.

"Oh! Sorry, but before... she died, she only could say that her name was Rei. She kept saying until she blanked out.."

He looked at the girl and slowly lifted two of his fingers to touch the incubator in a mix of regret and adoration.

The nurse mumbled that she was leaving them for a while just when the baby had opened her eyes to look at him sleepily. He forgot how to breath for a second befofe he saw the baby touch her hand where his fingers where before smilling and giggling for the first time.

He couldn't control the disgusting sob that ripped out of his throat as he watched the girl smile back at him despite how he was wearing. He couldn't believe that she was a perfect mixture of him and you... but judging by the giggles... she took a lot from your personality.

"Hello... Rei."

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denqis · 4 years

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the bakubros walking in on their fem! s/o masturbating

warnings: should be obvious, smut, 18+

kaminari denki

- you two used to satisfy each other's libido's almost daily

- but ever since moving into the ua dorms this kinda stopped

- training kept you both busy and exhausted

- plus, sneaking into each other's rooms in the middle of the night was way too stressful in the long run

- especially since aizawa had almost caught you two in the act

- it has been two weeks since you last welcomed denki to your room

- you were so horny it was insane

- during training denki accidentally ripped his shirt and the exposed abs made your mouth water and sent a pang to your heat

- right after training you had him pinned against a wall, panting from running from your classmates

- "i need you to fuck me against this wall right now or i'll go insane."

- boy oh boy he was so overwhelmed

- usually he was the horny one initiating everything

- ngl he was pretty riled up too but

- "i'm sorry hon, but i promised kiri to train longer with him today."

- you were very very VERY horny and disappointed

- "well you might as well tell kiri to suck your dick then because i won't do it anymore."

- you just left

- this wasn't really like you but you were desperate and h o r n y

- that night you had an amazing bath and finally felt at ease

- you laid down on your bed, only in your bathrobe and rubbed your freshly shaven, soft legs together, sighing

- your left hand found your left boob and you instantly melted into your touch

- another sigh fell from your lips

- the fingers of your right hand ghosted over your clit

- as soon as you felt just how wet you actually were you inserted one finger into your core

- your back arched and denki's name escaped your lips

- two weeks without sex was way too long

- another finger followed and soon you were a sweaty, shaking mess, moaning denki's name over and over again

- you felt the familiar knot in your stomach and felt tingles slowly starting to spread

- just when your orgasm was about to crash down on you, you noticed another presence

- there he stood, your boyfriend

- "honey?!"

- holy shit he was embarrassed but also so turned on

- he initially came to you to apologize but he heard your moans from the hallway

- at first he was scared that you might've hooked up with someone else

- but when he heard you moan his name he just felt bad for not satisfying you

- "mind if i help you out?"

- you stood up and walked towards him, your juices slowly running down your legs

- "not at all."

- you grabbed his hand and laid it flush against your heat

- "go on, chargebolt, make me cum all over your fingers."

- you were so close it only took a feverish kiss and a few plunges of his long digits in your core for you to finally cum

- your orgasm was so intense you almost fell back as his name and a few curses spilled from your lips

- "fuck you're so hot."

- the two week wait was worth it

- he devoured you that night

- he'll definitely ask you to masturbate in front of him a lot from that point on

kirishima eijirou

- "eiji babe, truth or dare?"

- "dare, of course!"

- "i want you to make out with bakugou for two minutes."

- the room fell silent

- you, kirishima's own girlfriend wanted him to kiss his best friend, in front of everyone?!

- looking back at it you probably should've at least warned your boyfriend about your desire to see him with his best friend

- they didn't end up making out and you were so embarrassed that you stormed out of kiri's room where you had planned to stay the night

- the next morning he confronted you and tried to understand your point of view

- a few days after you went to the pool with the bakubros and kiribaku somehow ended up on top of each other

- gosh you were turned on to the m a x

- their godlike, wet bodies in such a compromising position made you wetter than the water in the damn pool

- you swifly excused yourself and fled to your room where you quickly stripped down and rinsed off

- your mind was full of them

- you loved kirishima, a lot

- he was so fucking sweet and hot at the same time

- the sex was great too but bakugo just amplified all his great traits

- your moans flooded the whole dorm, thank god everyone was still at their respective outings

- "what the fuck y/n?!"

- kirishima stood right in front of your bed, judging by his huge bulge for a long enough time

- "if you want me, just tell me. or do you only want me and bakugo now? am i not manly enough for you?"

- he crawled towards you and you shivered

- his eyes were so dark, if from lust or anger or both you couldn't tell

- "i'll make sure you know who's the manliest guy here."

- he fingered you for hours, overstimulating you severely

- "tell me, who's making you feel this good?! me or bakugo?"

- "you! it's you! eiji, you're fingering me so well, fuck!"

- you never dared to even look in bakugou's direction after that incident

- you didn't need to masturbate anymore, kirishima kept you nice and filled at all times

- because having your girlfriend masturbate eveb though you're dating her just wasn't a sign of manliness

- it was your birthday and he led you to his room, blindfolded

- "happy birthday."

- you lifted your blindfold and there they sat

- both naked and hard

- it had taken kirishima months to convince bakugou

- this was the only and last time you were allowed to masturbate

- "don't even think about this happening again sweetheart."

- you didn't need it to

- you realized that kiri was the man of your dreams

- your sex life only improved further after your birthday

sero hanta

- you had been crushing on hanta for the longest time

- specifically ever since the usj attack

- kurogiri had obviously taken a liking to you

- you were one of the main reasons tenya could escape as you distracted him with your ass(ets)

- but as soon as tenya had fled, hanta pulled you back with his tape, your back hitting his broad chest

- "if you ever look at her again i'll make sure you'll regret it you disgusting pig!"

- ngl his heart was racing at having you so close to him, ass against his crotch

- while he was praying to not get hard right then right there, you were shaking in his arms, flushed a deep red

- both of you remained like that until mina raised an eyebrow and sent a smirk in your direction

- how she was still able to think something inappropriate in a situation like this was beyond you

- "thank you so much, sero. i really appreciate it. no one's ever defended me like this. now let's kick some ass."

- if he wasn't attrackted to you before this, he definitely is now

- this night you constantly replayed the happenings

- every time his words replayed you threw a pillow across the room squealing

- shit, you couldn't be whipped for a classmate this early on

- you were here to become a hero, not to find love or get distracted by boys

- little did you know that the boys had a meeting in hanta's room gossiping about you

- kirishima was so jealous of how manly sero was

- mineta wanted to know how your ass felt

- oh and he bragged, the boy was enjoying his five minutes of fame

- truth be told he never was popular with girls so he's just so proud he could impress you

- a few months later and your crush grew along with your desire to have him use his tape for something else than hero work

- "y/n you like sero, right?"

- mina is so smart how did she know?!

- you were so flustered and didn't know what to do or say

- "m-maybe?"

- mina's plan was working perfectly, hanta would come out of the shower in a few more seconds

- she knew he only ever snuck out the shower with a towel around his waist

- his room was right across from the showers, it was convenient

- what she didn't plan, though, was a completely naked, semi-erect hanta to show up

- while she quickly ran for her life you were frozen

- "u-uhm..."

- your pussy clenched around nothing, heart beating out of your chest

- his eyes scanned you while your eyes were glued to his abdomen

- who knew he had extremely prominent abdominal v-muscles and a happy trail

- you were done for

- that night you didn't get any sleep, sero's figure keeping you up

- you had masturbated to him before but this night was so intense

- "has anyone seen y/n?"

- sero had planned to confess to you today, but you skipped school??

- no one knew why and he was worried, what if you were sick?

- he went back to the dorms and knocked, once, twice to no avail

- when he heard a stifled moan he decided to let himself in, you sounded distraught

- but what he saw was you on all fours, fingers pumping in and out of your aching, dripping core

- you didn't hear him knocking because of your airpods and your insane focus on the picture of sero on your phone

- "instead of masturbating to me you could simply fuck me, you know?"

- you screamed so LOUD

- "oh, baby, don't scream already, you'll scream enough when i'm done with you. you want me so bad that you're skipping school? i'm honored."

- you didn't know what to do, but seeing him strip out of his uniform and crawl onto your bed

- pressing your upper body down into the mattress and eating you out as if he had been starving for years

- did something to you and when he sat you up and confessed you could only kiss him

- he'll never let you live this down and every bakubro pretty much knows about it because he always tells the same stories when drunk

bakugou katsuki

- katsuki had told you once that you're forbidden from masturbatring when dating him

- you had obeyed his rules and especially this one for almost two years now

- needless to say the busy schedule of your boyfriend had kept you two separated

- sex life? absent.

- you couldn't take this anymore, plus you really wanted to be a brat today

- you knew when he'd return to the dorms and knowing him he'll head right to bed after

- so you settled on his bed, pulling out a vibrator and slowly starting to guide it all over your body

- you were wearing your cutest set of lingerie

- which was usually reserved for very special occasions but if you wanted to be a brat you had to go all out

- everything around you smelled like him it was heavenly

- before the vibrator even reached your core you were dripping

- if it was his scent, your libido or the adrenaline on purposely breaking the rules responsible you couldn't pinpoint

- the vibrator reached your clit and you almost squealed in pleasure

- it had been so long since anyone had touched you

- you bit down on his shirt he wears to sleep, drowning in pleasure and his scent

- "katsuki, katsuki, katsuki."

- his name was falling from your lips like a mantra as you ground yourself against the toy and your fingers

- "well, well, well. who do we have here?"

- his face was unreadable

- "breaking the rules princess? and i really wanted to fuck you today..."

- "you can still fuck me.. please katsuki, i'm so horny."

- he smirked and leaned down

- "brats don't get what they ask for, now continue. put on a good show for daddy."

- he didn't touch you once that night, only palming his cock and instructing you

- when you came a third time and collapsed he sighed

- "too bad i was really enjoying the show. you were impatient and broke the rules. you can't even be a good slut, i think we have to teach you a lesson, no?"

- the next morning you shakily walked into the classroom

- bakugou's shit eating, cocky grin following you

- when you sat down you almost let out a breathy moan

- your vibrator was tugged neatly into your panties and was set on the highest setting

- you were so embarrassed and on edge the whole time and when aizawa called on you

- you stood up, the change in position making you cum, hard

- your head fell back, your whole body shaking and face red

- "y/n, can you answer my question?"

- you could barely form a sentence when your knees gave in, trembling from your second orgasm crashing over you

- "i'll take her to the nurse."

- you thought katsuki would have mercy on you and remove the vibrator

- but instead he pushed you into a bathroom stall and fucked you senseless

- by the end of it you were on the bathroom floor, uniform stained with his cum and unable to walk on your own

- "learned your lesson?"

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ JUST ONE SECOND ❜

with Creeper Vargas.

Request: Holà! Do you mind to write something about Creeper ? This guys needs more love ! 😍 Maybe reader & Creeper are already in relationship. And Reader is firefighter & Creeper and Crew see her during intervention? And he can be very scared for her or very excited? Ending with smut ? 🙈🔥 If u don't want or can't.... That's totally fine 😊❤

BY ANON

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT and Creeper trying to be romantic.

Word count: about 2.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

Masterlist.

You can’t lie. The fire warning from a location close to Vicki’s house surprised you. In less than fifteen seconds you are already wearing the heavy equipment, ready to drive the fire truck through the border of Santa Madre, crossing it by the private door you have to avoid the fact to wait for other cars to step aside and let you pass them away. The sirens can be heard all around the mexicali dessert, speeding up as soon as you see the smoke screen close to Riz’s lands, with furious engulfing blazes burning down a whole house. The police patrols are leading you the road, having to overtake them because of their low velocity. That doesn’t help you, and your boss shouting at you to do it either. Stopping the wheels dead with a dry noise, you all jump out of the heavy vehicle under the attentive looks of the neighbors. But you can’t think about it, about their whispers, not about the guys looking at you from Vicki’s porch. You’re too busy hearing the orders while García helps you to wear the equipment and the helmet covering your head completely. A house. Two floors. One garage. Kitchen, bathroom and living room in the first one. Three dorms, two bathrooms and a built-it closet in the hallway. A woman screaming through the second window on the top floor at your left.

Your legs move faster than ever, as they trained you for years. You’re leading the team, organizing where they must go. Two men on the first floor. Two women and you on the second one, while the other four are outside trying to set off the burning with the hoses from the truck. Whenever you cross a door, it’s like coming into hell. The heat is scorching. You can feel how your body melts because of it, going upstairs and controlling the fire around you to not get fucked up by an unexpected flame. The doors are closed, grabbing the axe on your back to hit the center of them, so the rooms can breathe a little. Knowing by that technique where the fire originated. The color of the smoke says a lot about it. The blacker, the closer you are to the epicenter.

“BE FUCKING HURRY, TEAM! THIS SHIT IS GONNA FALL DOWN!” You scream, as loud as your throat let you, while they begin to explore the dorms.

It’s easy to find the mother and her children, feeling some water refresh your equipment when you get closer to a window. You’re always the last one to go downstairs, making sure no one else is there. Through the walkie you can hear your boss shouting at you to go out, before the house gets destroyed. The water is not helping to turn off the fire. But when you’re about to do it, you hear a high-pitched cry coming from the built-it closet. Closed. With all your force, you hit the doorknob to break it and open it. A small dog jumps into you, scared, crying and moving his tale. A mix of emotions that you’re fast to deal with. Leaving the axe on the floor, you open your jacket to tuck him under it, zipping it again to protect him from the flames. He’s not going to die there, and later you will figure out why he was locked down inside a wardrobe. Running again towards the stairs, you have to throw yourself back when a roof wooden beam falls over them, covered into flames. Just one second. You have just one second to go backwards, disconnecting from the world, from the screams of your boss, from the screams of your mates calling you through the walkie. Just one second to remember where the whiter smoke was. Just one second that can cost your life if you don’t act quickly. You’ve been in worse shit than this. Fuck, you will adopt that cute puppy that just in one second stole your heart. And you smile at him, just one second.

Turning around above the heavy boots, you run to the second dorm kicking the door to come in. The flames are burning down the walls, leaving enough space to reach the window. Hitting the glass with your elbow to break it, you stick your head out.

“BRING THE BLANKET! BRING THE FUCKING BLANKET!”

As soon as your team finds you, they run to the fire truck to grab a big blanket to positionate themselves under the windows, stretching it high enough to jump onto it. You take just one second to surround your chest with both arms, holding the dog tightly under your grip, before placing a leg over the frame to boost yourself out. In the fall, you turn your body to give them your back. You can feel the animal stirring scared under your arms, hugging him a little more, until bouncing twice on it. Your team helps you to get up when they leave you on the floor, unzipping your jacket to calm the dog crying, under the claps and the cheerings of the viewers there as if it was a fucking tv show. No, that’s not Chicago Fire mexicali version. That's real life, where you can die in just one second.

Your girls from the hospital unit grab the dog to put him in an air mask, checking that he’s okay while you take off the equipment with some help. Your boss spills a water bottle over you, when you are already off from the uniform to refresh your skin and your face.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT, (Y/N)?!”

“I COULDN'T LEAVE HIM THERE! WHY THE FUCK HE WAS LOCKED DOWN?”

You try to find the family between the patrols, the gossips and your team. But before you can find them being assisted by the paramedics, you find the crew. They’re assorted looking at you and, among them, Creeper on the brink of collapse. His face is the last thing you see before falter to the ground, with your heartbeat over the sky.

You have a deep breath, taking off the mask that covers your face, coughing and puking some salive over the edge of the hospital bed. Bewildered and stunned you try to focus your gaze, hearing a lot of voices like far echoes. The light is blinding you, putting a hand on your eyes and shaking your head, while the calls get clarified, finally hearing your name. A doctor takes off your hand to cheek your pupils and your throat. Apparently, you swallowed too much smoke and that provoked you to faint. You can hear how he talks with some men, assuring them that you’re okay and that you just need to rest.

“My mo-mouth… tastes like… ugh, shit”. You cough again, feeling some pain doing it. “Tastes like a fucking… ashtray”.

The soft laughs flood the room, opening slightly your eyes enough to see your boss, Bishop, Marcus and Creeper close to the bed. Your boyfriend sits on the edge, holding your hands and leaning forward to kiss your forehead, pulling away some bristles of your hair.

“Damn, mami… You scared the shit outta me…” He whispers with a low broken thread of voice.

“I bet you… were… fe-feeling hotter th-than that house, watching me in… action”. You mutter between some more coughs.

“(Y/N), how do you feel?” Carlos, your boss, comes closer to caress your left cheek.

“Ready to… work tomorrow, jefe”.

“Yeah, fuck you, (Y/N)”. He replies breaking into laughs. “I will sign your withdrawal for some days. Rest as much as you can, arai’?”

“Yes, daddy, I’ll… be a go-good girl”. You joke with him, before seeing him leave the room to keep your mates informed.

“Do you need anything, querida?”

“Nah, Bish… I’m just tired”. You answer trying to get up on your forearms with Creeper helping you to lie somewhat comfy. “Where’s the dog?”

“Frankie is taking care of him in the station, until you get out. He thought that maybe you wanted to adopt him”.

Your eyes go up to your boyfriend, twisting his neck assorted on caressing your hands.

“Neron?”

“Hm…?” Shaking his head, he comes back to the real world. “Yeah… Yeah, sure. We can bring him with us”.

“We will let you rest, mija”. El Padrino narrows one of your feet, sending you a kiss through the air before leaving the room and closing the door.

“You okay?” You ask then, coupling your body among Creeper's arms.

“You know…” The half mexican clicks his tongue, accommodating his head on the pillow lying down. “I like your job, it's cool and you save lives, but… I've never seen you working and that… shit really scared me, baby. Seeing you jump outta the window, the explosion after that…”

“Wait. What explosion?”

“You were leaving in the ambulance when it happened, I saw it through ma' mirror”.

“Aw, you were following me like a doggy?” You tease him hugging his back, and pecking his face.

“Shut up, crazy bitch… I was fuckin' worried thinking I've lost you”.

“Nah… not until you… motherfucker… ask me to marry you”. Pointing his chest with your forefinger, chuckling, you highlight every word. “Then, I can die”.

“Ain't gonna propose to you to keep you alive”. He says laughing, while you hit his chest with pursed lips. “I fuckin' love you, mami. If I lose you, I die”.

“Now you know how I feel every time you leave our home, Creeper”.

“Yeah, okay, but do you love me too or what? I'm trying to be fuckin' romantic”.

You laugh again between some coughs, covering your mouth with a hand.

“Let me show you how much, papi”. You mutter raising a leg over his waist, to push him closer.

“No, no, no… We ain't gonna fuck here”. He breaks into laughs, trying to survive to your puppy eyes. “Shit, no. Someone could enter…”

“And, what? I was about to die, they will understand it”. You sob trying to pity him.

“You can make any efforts”. He says pulling away your leg, but it comes back holding him tighter.

“Touch me at least… C'mon, Neron… please…”

“Baby, stop moving!” You can't help but rub your body against his, complaining with some noises.

“C'mon… Just a little… please”.

“Bab—”.

“C'mon! You know you will end up doing it…”

“Fuck… I fucking hate you, bitch”.

“Okay, douchebag, I get it. But touch me”. You beg him biting his lower lip.

“If you feel like you're dro—”.

“Fucking touch me, Neron”.

The man laughs softly, moving his hand on your waist down to your pelvis, tucking it under the green pants of the hospital. Creeper has the other arm surrounding your neck, while your fingers get tangled in his shirt as he's closer. His fingertips tour the fabric of your panties, pressing the center slightly moistened, licking your lips with his tongue before kissing you. Lying a little on the mattress, your boyfriend accommodates himself over one of his sides while you curl your right leg.

“Don' fuckin' scare me again, ah?” He whispers onto your lips, with his dark eyes fixed on yours. You just nod leaving a short kiss on his lips.

When you feel one of his fingers easily sliding into you, you can’t help but have a breath biting your lip. He does it slowly, enjoying every gesture on your face, pulling it back with the same pace to thrust you again. He’s torturing you, and you know it, as if it was a punishment for worrying him. But soon, his hand begin to move somewhat faster, containing some moans to avoid being heard by the doctors and the patients that walk through the hallway. Creeper loves when you fuck in public, hiding from the rest, and you have to try to be the most silent possible. Your hands press his head when he strokes your needy clit, gasping straight to his lips and closing your eyes for some seconds. Now it feels better than ever, having thought just for one second that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Do you think you can have another finger, ah?”

“Shit, yes, Creep'”.

A fleeting smile appears on his mouth, pounding you without expecting to be this fast. You have to collide your lips against his when you experiment that pleasure, bringing his hand to your limits, to drown a delighted scream. You're so wet that he can drown them inside your pussy without doing any efforts, fucking you as you begged some seconds ago. The fact that you can be caught for a nurse and that he's constantly drinking your gestures, maintaining your gaze with his, makes you feel out of control moving your waist against his hand.

“Fuck, papi…”

“You want a third?” He asks with his voice getting somewhat hoarsely.

“Please… Please”. You whisper with some difficulties because of your breath.

“Enjoy it, mami”.

The third finger gets digged into you harder, covering your mouth with a hand that your boyfriend slaps and takes to the back of his head.

“You asked for, carry with consequences”. He growls speeding up the moves of his wrist.

“Fuck, Neron…” You cry resting your forehead on his over the pillow. “Make me cum, please… I need you to do it”.

The half mexican kisses you, tucking his tongue inside your mouth in a filthy kiss, desperate for finding yours and mixing your salivas. One of the things he loves the most is when you beg him, being at the edge of the orgasm and spreading your legs for him, to do with you whatever he wants.

“Not yet, baby”. He denies shaking his head and pulling away his hands from your pants.

“'Fuck you doing, Neron?” You complain frowning, out of air. “If you don't finish, I'm gonna rip off every tat—”.

“Pull off your clothes”. He interrupts you chuckling, and grabbing your throat with his wet fingers.

Arching your back and sliding the pants and the panties through your legs, he helps you with the horrible green shirt.

“Open your legs”.

“Wh—”.

“(Y/N), open your legs”. He demands squeezing one of your thighs.

At the moment you obey, he settles himself between them crawling down your stomach without taking off his eyes from you. Sitting up on your forearms, lying against the bed backrest, Creeper sinks his face in your wet pussy sucking your clit in the meantime you place your legs over his shoulders. If there is something he does like a master is eating you out. His tongue toures your entrance and your clit with passion, pounding you with the same three fingers that started that game of being silent. He knows well what you like, how you like it and where he has to press to make you cum.

You can't help but place both hands on his head, caressing his back with your shaky legs, putting you closer from the ecstasy by hitting your g-spot with his long fingers. A soft moan escapes inevitably from your throat when his free hand finds your breasts, pinching one of your nipples, massaging and squeezing it brisling every inch of your skin. Your eyes are on him, watching how much he is enjoying pleasing you, but controlling your breathing to not make you cough. If you do it, he will stop and you will be lost. But you're okay. More than okay. His warm mouth devouring you is like touching the sky, the effort he makes to tease you and make you cry out his name, wanting someone to hear you. But you're an expert. He has done it a lot of times and you always win.

“I'm so close, papi…” You mutter with a trembling voice, arching slightly your back, when his fingers go harder and faster nailing in your wetness.

And it doesn't take you much more, covering your mouth with both hands and closing your eyelids, drowning his full name on your palms. Creeper pulls out his fingers, nailing both hands on your thighs, drinking your juices desperate to taste you until your body can't fight anymore against his lips sucking you out.

“Fuck, baby”. He says after leaving a last lick all over your pleased pussy with the full extension of his tongue, crawling up to your mouth while your legs get intertwined with his. “You're my favorite meal”.

“I want you to fuck me, please”. You beg him between some kisses, trying to recover the air. “I can feel you… so fucking hard, Neron…”

“Not until we're home”. He rejects you wrapping your body with both tattooed arms. “For the moment, settle for this”.

“Papi…”

“No”. He repeats biting your lower lip, rubbing the rigid fabric of his jeans against your wet core, making you moan again.

“You're wanting it as bad as I want it”.

“I just want you to get better. Then, I'll fuck my future wife all the time she asks me for”.

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urproblematicfav-ao3 · 5 years

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Unstoppable force/Unmovable object

What's up losers I haven't finished and posted anything in literally a year!!! Anyway here's some Krieg/Maya because there's not enough of that and I had a fit and wrote this in like a hour while very tired

Read it on archive instead if you want

Also friendly reminder I take commissions if anyone is interested in that ya know hmu or whatever

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Maya had guessed something like this was going to happen. She didn't know much about Krieg's past–she didn't think he did either, honestly–but given what she did know about him she knew this was going to be rough.

Lilith made it mandatory to get the new vaccine that Doctor Tannis had made. Refusal meant a one trip phase lock off Sanctuary. Which made sense, it was pretty bad when the sickness was going around. Something about Skag meat that resulted in people throwing up blood and a small portion of Sanctuary's population going down. Luckily none of the Vault Hunters caught it and all managed to get their shots and moved on with their lives.

Except for Krieg.

Maya knew this would happen.

He was hiding up on the roof of the fast travel building. Pacing and yelling at himself, visibly upset about this whole concept.

"SHUT UP, BLOOD DOES NOT BELONG ANYWHERE BUT IN THE MOTHERS BELLY!!"

Yea, she knew a lot of things about Krieg but still had no idea what 90% of the Psycho gibberish he said meant.

Maya stood jumped up on the sides of the wall and started scaling the building. Which wasn't hard but still annoying to do but she knew Krieg probably wouldn't wanna come down from his hiding spot. He immediately quick his frantic pacing when he saw Maya land on the roof next to him. Still breathing heavy and twitching, though.

"Hey, big guy. You doing okay up here?" She cautioned Krieg was someone that needed a gentle and quiet kind of attention.

"WE DO NOT BLEED AND YET NEED BLOOD?!??"

Maya sighed and stepped closer to him.

"I know you don't wanna do this, I really do. But you need to get the shot now so you won't bleed later. You understand that, right?"

He seemed to genuinely stop and think about it before spasming again and hitting himself on the head.

"SH u T, u P"

Maya flinched for half a second at the outburst before gently places a hand on his mutated arm, pulling it away from his head where she could see a bruise begin to swell. His eyes still looked around frantic and unfocused but his muscles relaxed at her touch as he let himself be moved. Maya gently held his arm as she lifted her other one up."I know that this kind of thing scares you, and I know why it does. And I honestly don't blame you for being afraid, but you see this?" She quickly made a fist, causing a small blackhole to appear above them both. "This means that if Tannis makes one wrong move and hurts you, she won't have a head." Krieg twitched, his breathing calming down as he listened to her and stared at the void gently pulling at his flesh, begging to be soaked in fire and acid. Maya relaxed her hand and the power faded away. She slowly lifted a hand up to Krieg's face and pulled him down enough so her head was against his mask. "You have nothing to worry about, okay? I'll protect you." "Okay..."

She grinned and kissed the side of his mask where his eye was visible.

"Come down when you're ready."

She's far to good to us.

Krieg sat unreasonably quiet on the couch waiting for his turn to get the vaccine. Maya was going first, to show him that it was safe. He gripped his knees and dug his nails into the fabric of his pants while the little man forced him not to scream and stab the doctor lady when the needle full of purple liquid went into Maya's arm. She didn't even react as the needle was shoved into her, not a flinch of pain from the siren. And as soon as Krieg's rage started the whole thing was over and doctor lady was placing a bandage over the small spec of blood that was left on Maya's arm.

Maya hopped off the table and walked over to Krieg. "See? Completely fine." She held the arm the shot was put into. Holding her hand out for him to grab. "Your turn now." Krieg hesitated before gripping onto her hand enough for her to go numb within seconds. Maya slowly guided him over to the table where Tannis already had a knew syringe ready. Krieg flinched and pulled back. "Nonononono, the cockatiels still need to be crushed under theconveyor belt of pain!" Maya quickly placed a hand onto his mask covered face. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. I'm here, see?" She flicked her hand up again, the promise of fire and acid and death hovering above her like a halo of space and suffocation. "I won't let go of your hand the whole time, okay?"

Listen to her and get this over with.

Krieg growled at himself but let Maya pull him back to the table. Her hand turning pale from his grip as he squeezed harder when Tannis came close. "He's not going to bite me, is he?" He couldn't tell if that was a joke or actual concern. Maya rolled her eyes and looked to Krieg, smiling and rubbing her thumb in small circles on his hand. Tannis poured a liquid out on a small white hand towel before padding it on his arm causing him to flinch and jerk back violently but not move past that. Tannis made an annoyed sound but continued. As She began pressing the needle against his skin, Krieg felt his breath stop and a loud snap echoed across the room. It pushed past his skin and he could feel liquid go into his body like pain and guilt and screaming and bones breaking and blood oozing and he couldn't breathe and he couldn't brea–

And it was over.

He blinked slowly, looking down as Tannis was already throwing away the needle and leaving to do her own thing.

"See, that didn't hurt at all did it?"

He jerked to look at Maya, smiling and calm. He looked down again and saw his hand entangled with her own. Blood was slowly covering their hands. He relaxed his grip and saw how Maya's hand was snapped nearly in half, bones protruding out in morbid and painful ways.

Maya didn't even react.

She pulled her hand away and lifted the other and made a fist again, this time no void came to punish him but to slowly heal the broken bones and flesh. It was beautiful in that Psycho kind of way as the bones slowly were reset into place and flesh healed over. A small barely noticeable scare appearing.

Once done the siren goddess looked back at him.

"Wanna go on a mission to find a gun that will supposedly curse and kill us?"

"TEAR THE FLESH!"

"And salt the wounds."

Far too good to us.

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gg-astrology · 5 years

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Helloooo :) I don't know if it is too late but, what do you think of cap sun taurus moon? :o

HAH WE HAVE THE SAME PLACEMENTS!!!! 💕 ITS CALL OUT TIME!! 💕💕

(and no ure not too late don’t worry 💕 thank u for dropping by anyways!!)

[Below Cut: Capricorn Sun - Taurus Moon 🍃]

We’re a lot more earthier than our usual earthy counterparts, like if anything if we’re not surrounded by atleast 5 trees we Will Die

It gets especially hard living in an urban city because….we might not be accessible to parks all the time.

Although we might like leafy greens and fauna, some of us may have a hard time motivating ourselves to keeping them alive/grow our own garden even when we like the ~aesthetic~

Second most self-praise thing is our voice. With the combination of Capricorn/Taurus you might realize that we tend to have influential voices when speaking to others (others see reasons/listens to us– can be kind of like the ‘therapist’ in groups of friends because they tend to give solid advice and tries to make it practical for others)

It’s a persuasive ability, where we give other people nudges towards the right direction usually through a socratic dialogue (like asking them questions and letting them find the answer themselves)

Because Taurus is ruled by Venus, we appeal to the emphathy/putting ourselves in other people’s shoes (social relationships) to show others how to view things differently

There’a terrible stubborn streak amongst us, where we feel like we constantly need time to ‘digest’ experiences in order to utilize them fully.

Our time works differently than others, 2 days weekend isn’t enough to do that. And once things start picking up we switch gears from ‘oh no I don’t have time to absorb’ into ‘fuck I gotta find my pattern’ in order to survive

Always in survival mode, the bare minimum. Keep a straight-focused outlook on things so we could concentrate on it instead (while in the moment)

Switches between moments of independency (and cherishing it) and wanting support/to be surrounded by others and help them (in the domestic life/sphere).

If your bed and your room is your friend. This is your ‘safe space’ and you can never work here. You’ll have delegated ‘spaces’ for working/productivity. Thus it becomes a conditioned ‘motive/pattern’ you set for yourself.

You can try to be soft an gentle, but you will Realize that you are a very straight-forward and blunt person. We all look constipated when we try to phrase something in a different way, often we don’t come up with a gentler phrase so we just– drag it out, cautiously to see if the other person is receptive to it or not.

Surprisingly we say ‘sorry’ quite often bc we Know other people might put it gentler than us but we don’t know how to Do It

AH most important thing— quiet doesn’t mean shy. Although we can tend to be shy early on in our childhood (*if it comes to that). Quiet is just comfortable, like ‘I don’t have to say stuff if I don’t have anything to say’ when you’re comfortable with urself/ur company y know

Most people might think we’re being ‘unnaturally quiet’ if you have an active Mercury/Venus that says otherwise— but there are moments where you’re just— chilling, and people are concerned even when you’re just ‘absorbing’ the view

When you’re stress, it shows. When you’re really anxiety ridden and nervous, others can tell it in your oppressive silence. Your face blanks out, and that normally doesn’t happen. Your eyes vacant, and your close friend can pick that up pretty quickly.

Although you like to touch and be touched, you can also be demanding about it. Like ‘pet my hair’ ‘squeeze me tight’ or something specific like ‘hold onto my rib-cage/sides’ — it’s weird I know. But it’s like, if you want something you ask for it or you go get it.

Emotions are— hard. Because you tend to hide your own pains/bury them a lot. You’re not even aware that you feel more than what you feel in the moment. Capricorn suppresses and Taurus redirects. So you’re not even sure where your emotions go when in hiding.

Sometimes you can be in the shower and think ‘have i ever felt jealous?? envious of people???’ and it takes a little more time and retrospection to get familiar with emotions

Accepting ‘negative’ emotions and ‘ugly’ behaviors in yourself is extremely hard to do. This is because you pride yourself in being ‘kind’ to others. Thus you may be much stricter on yourself than you are with anyone else.

Doesn’t mean you don’t get strict with the people around you, you do. Especially when they’re doing detrimental things to themselves. You’re much better at dealing with them than your own problems though.

Sometimes your retrospection eats away at your thoughts at night, things to do, functions to execute, where are you now? What have you done? Are you going to be happy in say 5 years? What do you have for your ambitions?

You can be protective of people around you, especially after you see them cry or in pain. Your protective instinct kicks in really strongly, and you may have trouble letting them have autonomy without atleast giving them a hard look and saying shit like ‘ok, if that’s what you think/makes you happy’.

With your best friends, you may used to have the idea that they’re yours.

Your best friends. Your people. Especially in early childhood, having to ‘open yourself up’ and your friendship up to accepting new people throws you into an internal tantrum.

Still now, you might find that you better with one-on-one approaches to ‘getting close/to know people’ than large group settings. If you’re truly going to have a personal opinion on someone, you have to see them outside the context of a barrier– your mutual friends.

Your own chemistry with other people (one-on-one) matters a lot, because it lets you know how you’re doing. Who you are, what your flaws are and whether you have a different ‘side’ to you that comes out when you’re with them as well.

The thing about you is– you’re inherently honest. To the point where you can’t hide it or stifle it, even if you try your body/mind will scream at you for even attempting to do so. You’re a slave to your own honesty, but it’s also your advantage and your disadvantage.

You have immense capabilities to be understanding to others, and to help others who trust you because of this honesty.

And because you hold yourself valuable for your integrity to people (heart-to-heart, one-on-one) you don’t ever let yourself consciously try to bring them down or let them have a reason to doubt you otherwise.

Even thinking about how people could misinterpret your actions as something with ulterior motive (threaten to discredit your integrity) you take pre-cautions to make sure everyone is on the same page, everyone understands where it’s coming from.

You don’t leave a stone unturned when you do something, you want to do your best but that also requires preparation works. Ground works, for you to focus on just diving into it later. You don’t deter from it at all, and meticulously prepare the ‘grounds’ for yourself every time.

Your humbleness comes from your core. But since you’re so focused on working/preparing and your side of the story all the time. You have a harder time ‘switching’ gears to being on the receiving end of things.

You’d have learnt earlier on in your life that you can usually have an ‘automated’ response to things/circumstances that requires responses. But you don’t ever want to appear insincere or disingenuine so you try your best to put yourself 100% in giving people sincerity at all times.

You’ll learn– that this tends to wear you out. And you require time away from people in your own space. You might like to bury yourself under 10 blankets, give yourself a good scrub in the bathroom or get tucked away in a corner doing your own thing. Personal comfort is rejuvenating to you, but you can let it get too far and make a bad habit of not going out because of it too.

You’re a homebody but you may pride yourself in the opposite. You bring attention and light to when you go out, what you did with people, what you saw today. Watch that you aren’t doing this to subconsciously ‘persuade’ yourself that you deserve to relax at home because you’ve ‘earned it’ (going out becomes an ‘achievement’, which in itself isn’t terrible but you tend to let yourself get comfortable/have a pattern that may be harder to break out of– and that generally leads to a sense of dread for you later on when you want to ‘switch gears’ to something else)

You’re a creature of habit, so try to make a journal or ‘check list’ for things whenever it appears (like ‘you have a meeting at 3pm, this has to get done by thursday, do groceries on this specific day because otherwise you won’t have time – use it like you have a secretary).

Whenever you need to check, you have the journal to remind you of ‘obligations’ you have to work through.

If you don’t, you can let your days get past you or forget about things you have to do.

Grocery shopping, especially when you have time to journey alone (and not talk to anyone)– is less of a chore and more like a place where you can enjoy self-care without feeling unproductive about yourself.

If you ever feel like you’re having a bad day, go grocery shopping. Splurge on some meats and make yourself a steak. If you’re a vegetarian, try looking for new things to try in these moment of vulnerabilities.

Also, don’t be afraid to buy dolls. Especially the big ones that are like 9′ tall and towers over you. You’re going to enjoy having a new seating space for yourself. Lie on it’s stomach, play on your laptop.

You’ll do better with a cuddle buddy who doesn’t have their own needs (inanimate) when your partner/friends are less free to spend time with you.

Don’t be afraid to initiate physical contact, if you want someone to kiss your checks. Ask to kiss theirs. Show them– through demonstration and response – how to physically care for you the way you might want/need it to.

You can be disgustingly cute with people even when you’re not in a romantic relationship with them, mostly because you think everyone deserves to feel loved even without it being romantic. Everyone deserves to feel cared for, adored and not less than a romantic partner.

There’s no shame in craving intimacy, from friends or from lovers. You know it’s different because your ‘shades’ with romantic partners are a lot more intense/directed. But that doesn’t mean you put your love for your friends second to your lovers.

Let yourself get giggly and bubbly, feel loved and adored. Let yourself open up about past experiences, situations you need help with. Let yourself admit to your friends/people around you how you feel, so that they can support you when you can’t support yourself.

That’s all I have for now 💕 This one is quite long mostly because I was thinking about it too much 💕 I hope it’s applicable to you ;; 💕💕

#capricorn sun #taurus moon #capricorn-taurus #anon #asks

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gaybluesargent · 7 years

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(I know I've already left you an ask and a ficlet prompt so like, no pressure if u don't get to this second ask lol) Imagine if by some Cabeswater magic the gangsey got to meet a small toddler Gansey?? Fluff points if he's younger than 10, angst points if he's 10 and freshly post-death :')

(ok this turned into Way More than ‘the gang meets kid!gansey’ oops. so! have a “here’s how i thought gansey’s death & resurrection was going to be in trk” ficlet! sad, deathy, gory content under the readmore, but with a hopeful ending.)

it’s a routine trip to cabeswater, or as routine as any trip to cabeswater is, and the gang’s all here.

well, not all here. gansey’s not here. because gansey died.

and noah’s not here either, but none of them could blame him. if they could disappear or skip ahead to a better part, they certainly would too.

they’ve been back to cabeswater a few times since gansey died by blue’s kiss, and they don’t really know what they’re looking for. something. anything. gansey. a miracle. because if miracles happened anywhere, cabeswater seemed like the place.

but it’s quiet without him. like the magic is mourning, too.

they walk for a while, waiting. waiting for— for— they don’t know. but whatever it is, it’s not here. there’s nothing but trees and changing seasons, time and space left vacant by loss.

the air is hotter around ronan, anger swelling with every pained heartbeat.

the grass wilts under adam’s steps, sorrow and frustration leeching life out of the place he worked so hard to serve.

sound moves slower around henry, the acoustics of being underwater, shell-shocked confusion that wont fade.

and then there’s blue, light bending away from her as she walks under canopies of leaves.

whatever part of her usually reflected and amplified, she now kept close to her chest. she’d seen what her magic could do, and with so much grief inside of her and her friends and this place… she imagined a cord being yanked from a wall, and scissors snipping a line of thread, and a wound being sewn shut. closed and cut-off. it was safer that way.

they didn’t speak, but they didn’t have to. every one of them was wondering the same thing:

what’s the point of magic, if not this? if not second-chances and survival and saving?

cabeswater knew why gansey had died: to save it from the demon. to save everything from the demon.

and it knew, now, that they wanted their king back.

time was cabeswater’s tool, a craft in its hands, clay and moldable. as was will. as was life.

and cabeswater was always a good listener.

ronan shouldered through dead winter branches and broke into a sweltering spring. setting sun slanted through the trees as they entered a clearing, if it could be called that—with four of them, the space was crowded.

immediately, blue’s skin prickled with goosebumps, a sweet sickness filling her stomach. “stop,” she said, only barely, because there was a boy sleeping at the base of a tree a few feet away.

they stilled, stopped, followed her gaze to the sleeping boy, finely-clothed and slight.

and then time stilled, stopped, as they realized the boy was not sleeping but dead.

he lay in a pile of browned leaves, curled away from them and away from the sky like an assault had come from above. the angle of his body was wrong, tight but motionless, a subject painted into place on a dynamic environment, leaves still rustling and shadows still shifting around him.

adam was the first to step toward him, but ronan got to him first. the look on his face confirmed what blue couldn’t bear to know.

adam stooped and picked up a handful of leaves. under closer inspection, they were only leaves because of the shadows— in actuality, they were hornets, as dead as the boy they killed.

henry stooped and picked up a pair of tiny wireframe glasses. the lens was missing from the left eye.

it was silent as the horror hit all of them one by one, and with barely a breath, henry asked the forest, “why?”

and then the wind blew, forcing them all to shield their eyes against the sting, scattering the dead hornets from adam’s palm.

and when they looked up, there was someone else. someone their age, wearing a dirty aglionby uniform.

for a moment, he was unrecognizable, because they knew him only as a ghost and he wasn’t that yet — not something dead, but something that should’ve been, his face misshapen and pouring blood, his teeth askew through his hollow cheek.

noah appraised each of them sadly for a moment, looking apologetic. but then he sat down on the ground next to gansey, resting a hand against gansey’s shoulder.

all of them heard it at the same time, echoing inside their head, rattling into their bones. you will live because of glendower. someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.

everything fell silent again, and then noah was gone.

and then gansey was waking up.

and breathing, crying, sobbing.

and so was blue, before she could stop herself.

henry put the glasses back on the ground next to gansey. he grabbed for them, and even as he palmed them back onto his face with quaking, clumsy hands, he didn’t seem to see them.

adam couldn’t take his eyes off gansey, watching him sit up and shake the dead hornets out of his sleeves, watching as his panic crystalized into something horribly calm and vacant. adam lost the ground under his feet, so he leaned his back against a tree to stay standing.

ronan came to life all at once, anger invigorated into fury and rage. words poured from his mouth, curses and latin and a language that didn’t exist.

they didn’t have to understand it to know what he was saying, though. asking, really. begging.

why?

the trees didn’t answer. not as young gansey stood to his feet and then sank back to the ground, curled into himself, shaking, looking much younger than the age of 10. not as he eventually tried again, getting back to his feet and only barely remembering to wipe the tears from his cheeks before he started walking back through the trees.

they didn’t follow him, because cabeswater wouldn’t let them or because they couldn’t bear to.

they just stayed, watching as the wind spread the dead hornets across the soil like seeds, watching as night fell faster than could’ve been possible.

waiting. for something. anything. gansey. a miracle. because cabeswater was showing them this for a reason.

it was summer. fall. winter. and then the trees fell and blood washed around their ankles in a flood, and they had no choice but to run — run upstream, to where the river flowed with blue petals, to where the blood washed up on a roadside.

to where gansey lay in the grass, dead again.

dead again. blue swallowed a scream. why? had she not seen it enough in her dreams? was there something they’d missed, somehow?

but the scene was different, slightly. adam was the first to point it out. ��we’re not here,” he said, and he was right. gansey had no court around him — he lay all alone.

and on his chest lay a book. as they crossed the street and stepped to his side, they saw it was his journal, opened to an empty page.

blue knew every page of his journal, and she knew that none were empty. biting back tears, she slid the book out from under his cold hand.

there was a pencil placed behind the cover. blinking hard, she flipped to it.

every page was blank, until the first one.

on the inside of the cover was “you will live because of glendower,” written in noah’s handwriting.

and on the first page, in gansey’s handwriting, were the words: “how to wake a king.”

the beginning of a list, followed by a bullet point on an empty line.

blue showed the others, her pulse picking up under her skin.

they all read it, passed it. it ended in adam’s hands.

he read it and then read it again. “cabeswater,” he said, and his voice was different — quiet but powerful, grief like an arrow quivered in his throat and finally let loose. “how?”

not why. how.

and around them, the trees exploded with sound.

they looked to ronan, the air electric as the trees spoke into them with words they didn’t know.

ronan didn’t hesitate before snatching the journal from adam’s hands and beginning to scribble down translations.

his hand moved wildly, trying to keep up with the instructions they were given. but as he wrote, a grin dawned on his face, like the sun on the horizon after the longest night.

over the noise of the trees and her heartbeat, blue shouted, “can we?”

ronan looked up for just a moment, his eyes blazing with hope, and then he nodded.

at their feet, gansey’s corpse was gone. all that was left was his voice, cutting through the voice of cabeswater, clear and real and calling:

“find me.”

#you: gives me a prompt #me: OK BUT INSTEAD.... HOW ABOUT... AU TRK #this was... like... what i Expected from trk?? the gang having to work together with the magic to bring gansey back?#finding a power stronger than sacrifice?#ANYWAY everyone pls read & reblog bc this is the first thing i've written in weeks omg.#thank you so much bud omg!!!#i'm still gonna work on the other prompt we talked about and truthfully i'm a fake disney fan so idk about that one #but. THIS.. THIS WAS EMO.... THANK U...#asks #mine #thehufflepuffshuffle

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Beat The Life Out Of Me And Love me - Shevine

Summery: Adam messes up during someone's performance and completely ignores it. Afterwards, the judges decide to not have Adam on the show anymore because they want it to be "mature". When Adam heard that he breaks and doesn't talk to anyone in 3 months. Everyone is worried while Adam is busy complementing suicide and trying to figure out how to deal with depression.

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Adam sat on the chair as he watched another person walk off stage after they chose their Coach. He thought about how Blake had won every season and it was really annoying. But honestly, this season was going to be his. He just had to win it wether anybody liked it or not.

All the Coaches came to their seats finally and the Performances started up again. He tried finding talent in that voice somewhere but couldn't. He just kept playing on his phone and silently forgot about how he was on The Voice and everybody was waiting for him to speak. But he didn't know anybody was waiting until he heard an overdramatic cough from Usher.

He looked up and spotted he was turned around. With wide eyes, he put his phone down and smiled shyly. He looked towards the other Coaches for support. When he got none he groaned and sat back. “Um,” he went to run his neck because this... this was just embarrassing. “I..wasn't.. to be honest, paying any attention. Uh...”

Afterwards:

Shakira came towards Adam as he sat down and munched on his lunch. She scowled at the night of him and playfully, or so that's what Adam thought, pushed him off the chair. She laughed and walked off while Adam stared down at his phones broken screen and his aching back. He got up and rolled his eyes before walking towards another room. He didn't want to deal with the Judges right now.

Suddenly, Usher burst through the doors while Adam was trying to calm down. He looked towards Usher with worried eyes because he was normally so calm and this was all too new to him. “Adam! What the hell was that? You're actually not meant to "fool around", At least be a little more mature.”

Adam blushed from embarrassment and sunk into the covers that were draped over his body comfortably. “I don't know... I'll try to be better,” he then went to bury his head into the pillow and ignored the obvious slam of the door. He didn't know why, but everything they said quite frankly hurt.

He pushed his head further into the covers before falling asleep and again he forgot about The Voice leaving the Judges asking themselves why they bother with someone like Adam. They all sighed and walked towards Adam's small room to have a meeting with him. They already discussed it with their Managers. They thought it would be a good idea.

When he heard footsteps he looked up towards Blake, Usher and Shakira. He hissed at the cold air when somebody ripped the covers off. He was only wearing boxers so he took the pillow and flung it into his chest, curling in on himself because he had an idea of why they were there.

“Adam?” Shakira questioned, when they no response Usher hit Adam on the head with his fit which made him cry out in pain and gasp. “Adam... We need to talk. It's mostly about you.”

Adam had the idea already, so he wasn't really surprised. He just shrugged and let them talk. “We think it's best if you don't work at The Voice. You're 'no' good at it.” She said that very calmly.

Usher joined in, “And, we need to get more mature or nobody would ever listen to The Voice again.”

And also Blake, “So... When will you be able to leave?” Blake had sounded a little bit hopeful that might've had more time with Adam before he got officially kicked out.

Adam furrowed his eyes as tears built up in his eyes. He rubbed them acting as if he was tired. “Um. Sure. I'll just — I'll go.” Adam stood up, dressed quickly and left the building as fast he came.

Usher looked around to see guilty expressions and a saddened one, Blake. “It was for the best.”

It had been 3 months since Adam had last saw anybody from The Voice. He didn't really care much about The Voice only the people there. He didn't dare look towards anybody, he didn't speak as much, he closed down his Twitter and Instagram, he stopped being funny and altogether just said he wasn't coming back to Maroon 5.

The Judges and The Voice were basically Adams rock. The rock that kept him happy and everything was good with that Rock. But now he had no rock to keep him steady and he was spiralling out of control. He needed help but refused to get any as if it would help anyway.

So he wrote letters, letters that would signal the end of a life that wasn't worth it in the first place. Adam cried and cried until he couldn't anymore and began writing them. He cocked the gun and it would be his last time going Live on Instagram. He came back to Twitter only to Tweet:

'important announcement . meet me on Instagram ... I'm going live for it.'

He jumped onto Instagram and went alive. He noticed that Blake Shelton and Shakira and Usher were watching so he decided to tell them all that was happening.

'...I don't think I'm good enough,' he laughed dryly at everyone's comments saying he was and how excited they were for this Live video.

'I got kicked out of The Voice 3 months ago for not being mature and.. it quite frankly hurt...'

'I didn't understand at first, 'cause maybe I was tired. I don't remember. I haven't washed, eaten, gone out and The Voice was my rock!'

He got comments coming in. They were most likely in panic.

"adam u ok ?"

"who made him this sad ?"

"oh. so this is why..."

'I'm never going to be alright. So I just wanted to say...' he couldn't focus much as he reached over and pulled out a gun.

He saw another comment just as the gun was shown, 'adam. Stop. usher and I are coming over. where's ur address?'

He cocked the gun and brought himself up to the balcony. 'People work fast.' He said into the camera as fans crowded his House and a Car appeared. Blake. Tears swelled in his eyes as he was just about to shoot it. 'Goodbye.'

Just as he brought it to his head somebody grabbed his waist and made him drop the gun. He screamed and yelled. He started thrashing and breathing heavily. He looked up and saw Blake. His face smothered in pity.

“Blake... let me.. go.”

Blake shook his head, “I can't, buddy.”

“Why?”

„we need to fix you„

Fin.

This sucked but it was at 4:03 am

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