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My Dungeon - Eddie Munson One Shot

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Modern Eddie (Rockstar!Eddie) x Female Reader

The two of you have been flirting since you joined the club a few years back; but, you were always too nervous to make a move. Since Corroded Coffin made it big, Eds rarely makes it to meetings.

SMUT, swearing, ownership kink, pet names, teasing , oral (male recieving), unprotected p in v, rings stay on, slight degredation.

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Y/N's POV:

Damnit.

You take a sip of water, watching as your clubmates bicker back and forth about something stupid... yet again. This isn't fun anymore. We've lost direction; we've lost our leader.

Ugh... Eddie Munson.

I miss watching him. He's so animated; so talented; so fucking delicious.

Leave it to me to not make a move. If he wanted me, he would have done something about it... And he didn't. So, why am I still here, pining for him? He's off, living his best life; concerts, award shows, appearances. Everyone wants him...

And, how could they not?

You eye the head of the table; Colton, struggling and stuttering through his script; eyes squinted, paper drawn close to his face as he drones on and on.

Holy shit. Eddie's laugh.

You can hear his low tone from behind the door, making your heart flutter.

Gareth and Jeff as well? Damn. They must be in town for something. The door handle twists. You give your lip a little bite, doing your best to contain your smile.

The room booms with applause and welcoming. Club members charge toward boys. "Damn, we missed you guys!" Colton smiles. The rest of the club exchanges the same sentiments and hugs.

You hang back, watching him carefully. Strategically placed in the back of the pack as you wait your turn. I don't want to seem too desperate... But, fuck... Am I ever? He looks so damn good.

Eddie's hair is a little longer than before he left; a new tattoo, etched into his forearm, visible as he peels his black leather jacket off, tossing it to the side.

He's not too cool for school, still rocking his weathered Hellfire shirt. His rings glint on his fingers as he pulls Colton in for a hug.

Eddie's eyes flick up, meeting your own. You take a little breath; a smile, rolling across your lips.

"Y/n," he croons; walking your way.

"Hi, Eds," you smile up at him. His brown eyes twinkle as he looks down into your own. Fuck, he's pretty. You feel your cheeks blush. "I missed you," you breathe. Shit. "W-We missed you," you quickly recover. He gives you a cheeky smile; lifting an eyebrow in your direction.

Fuck me.

Your cheeks burn hot as you throw your gaze to the floor. Shit.

"How's the campaign, Colton?" He pulls away; stepping toward the table, drawing out a seat.

"Bad..."

"Bad?" Eddie laughs.

"Please, man." Colton points to the throne.

"Mmm... Thanks, buddy," Eddie sighs. "It's good to be home. Where are we at?"

"Nowhere. I tried to write down the campaign we talked about over the phone; but, my handwriting is shit..."

"It's okay, dude. I should've emailed it to you anyway. Did you want me to-"

"Please," Colton cuts him off with a sigh of relief; handing the reins over to Eddie.

******

You grip your seat; literally on edge as he speaks; Eddie, delivering the campaign with the passion you've been missing for weeks.

He's barely looked at me... I keep trying to get his attention. Nothing...

"The hooded cultists chant, 'Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.' They turn to you, and remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin is shriveled, desiccated. And something else."

His breath hitches as you give him a little smile. Eddie quickly closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Uh... Umm... A-And something else. He is not only missing his left arm but his left eyes!" He yells.

"No fuckin' way. Vecna's dead. He was killed by Kas," Colton whines.

"So it was thought... But, Vecna Lives!

********

The campaign progresses; Eddie, still fully entertaining the group. Fuck. I think I distracted him. You cover up your smile with your hands as you scribble some notes down. Maybe I can talk to him after? Maybe we can go get a drink or something?

You lift your eyes, returning your focus to the party. Eddie Munson... He gives you a flirty smile. Damn, he has nice lips. You wet your own as you lean into the table a little bit; arms, wrapped around your waist.

Eddie's eyes widen, slightly; his focus, trailing lower. You glance down, following his stare. Oh... Like what you see, Eds? You wrap your arms a little tighter; just enough. His lashes flutter; cheeks pinched pink.

"Shit..." He huffs; returning his attention to the script, following the paper with his rough finger as he finds his place. "Umm... Fuck. Break. Should we take a break?"

Eddie nods toward the door, making your heart race.

He disappears into the hallway. You grab your lip gloss, quickly slicking it on your pout; fluffy your hair as well. Wow... Something is happening; but what? Your hands begin to sweat; you quickly wipe them on your jeans.

Standing up, you make your way toward the door; quickly drawing it open.

What the hell?

The hallway is empty. You step toward the back, nearing Eddie's office. The door is propped open; room, dark. A hand reaches out, quickly pulling you inside; taking your breath away.

You press your back against the door, nudging it shut; a devilish smile slips Eddie's lips. "Y/n...

"Eddie..."

His eyes roam your body; lips, nearing yours. "Is this okay?" He whispers.

"Yeah, Eds... Yes."

"Whatcha doin', sweetheart?"

Other than grabbing your hand he hasn't touched you... Please touch me. Your eyes rest on his lips; head, cocking slightly.

"What do you mean?" You give him your most innocent eyes.

"Are you trying to distract me?"

"No," you lie; giving your plump bottom lip a soft bite.

"Are you lying, y/n?"

"I'd never lie to you, Eddie."

"Mhmm... You're fuckin' lying," he laughs; his fingers, brushing over the top of your slightly, lighting you ablaze. You wrap your fingers around his wrists, drawing his strong hands to your body.

"Maybe." You rest them on your hips. Eddie makes quick work, skimming over your curves. A breathy moan slips your lips; a lusty smile wraps on his.

"You said you missed me, sweetheart. Is that true?" He hums the words closely. So fucking close.

"So much."

"I missed you too, y/n." His hands circle your ass; squeezing you tightly.

"Yeah? I didn't even know you were interested."

"In you? Are you fuckin' crazy?" He chuckles, warmly; hands, drawing up your spine. You step a little closer; breasts, pressed against his chest. "Of course I am. Why do you think I'm here?"

"It's your club, Eds. I just assumed you wanted to play." You run your fingers up the front of his thighs, working higher and higher. Your hand lands on his length; your lips part, eyes shifting as you trace his clothed cock. Ugh, he's huge... So fucking hard.

"Mmm..." He growls; walking you back into the door. "No. I wanna play, y/n," his voice is dark and low; hands, toiling around the back of your neck, drawing you closer. "But, I can't seem to focus." He whispers; lips, brushing your own.

"I wonder why."

You feel him smile against your mouth; a low laugh, rumbling in his throat sending chills over your skin. "Someone needs to teach you a lesson, y/n."

Fuck...

Why hasn't he kissed me? You feel your heart, beating rapidly in your chest, your desperation growing by the moment. You lean in a little closer; but, he draws away, ever so slightly, tormenting you. Your apply a little more pressure on his dick; pleading with your touch.

Nothing.

"Why don't you come over? I have something I want to show you, y/n."

Fuck.

********

Your stomach falls a little as you go down the steep drive into the underground parking garage. The noise of the motorcycle amplified in the closed space.

He cuts off the engine, helping you off the bike.

Taking off his helmet, he runs his fingers through his hair; you fluff his bangs. "Thanks, sweetheart," he smiles. He grabs his hair, pulling it back into an elastic.

"So, y/n. I know this is kind of last minute; but, are you free tonight?" He smiles.

"Absolutely."

"Perfect. They're a concert at the Ace. I'd love to take you."

"That would be really fun, Eds."

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly; pressing a kiss on your forehead. Shit. You bite your cheek, holding back your smile.

The two of you step into the elevator; it slides to a close. You walk to the back, both of you leaning against the wall; his shoulder touching yours.

"So this is where you live. Fuck... This is fancy," you giggle.

"Thanks. I miss my shitty little apartment; but, how could you complain about living like this?" He smiles. "I didn't come from a lot... So, this is still just... unreal."

"I know."

He furrows his brows, looking down at you with a smile.

"You told me a while ago; well us, the club that is, about your life in Hawkins... Your Uncle Wayne. Right?"

"Yeah. Shit..."

"At our first D&D meeting..."

"I can't believe you remember that, y/n."

"Of course I do..."

"You look beautiful, sweetheart. Just as good as you did then."

"Thank, Eds. You look the same... just as good too. Your hair was pulled back; just like it is now. Fewer tattoos; no nose ring. I like it by the way."

"Yeah?" He chuckles. "It hurt like a bitch."

"Please," you laugh.

"Yeah, tough girl?" He snickers; giving you a playful shove. "Do you have a few?"

"Mhmm... A nose ring, obviously, and a few others."

"Shit," he chuckles. "Tattoos?"

"Those too."

"Do I get to see them?" He draws you in closer; a playful smile pulling on his lips.

"Maybe..."

DING.

*********

"Your house is beautiful, Eddie," you sigh, blissfully as you look out his large window, overlooking the city.

"Thanks, y/n. Pretty lonely; but, what can you do? I'm barely ever here, so there's that."

"That's true," you sigh, sadly. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"It's nice having company," he soughs.

Wow... "That surprises me, Eddie."

"What'd you mean?"

"It just doesn't seem like you would ever need to be alone. You're Eddie Munson after all," you tease through a giggle. He tickles your sides, drawing you in a little closer.

"I have to be really careful who I hang out with ... I don't trust a lot of people."

"You trust me, Eds?" You smile.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Thanks for showing me this, Eddie. This is beautiful.

He lets out a laugh, tossing his head back. "Yeah... I didn't bring you here to show you the view, y/n."

"I don't know. It's pretty fuckin' nice," you giggle.

"End of the hallway, on the right." Eddie grabs your hand; the two of you walk down the hall.

"What is it?" You smile.

"I'm not going to tell you, y/n. You're literally a few steps away."

He grabs the door handle, giving it a twist. Your eyes light up.

All of his guitars are displayed on the walls. A large D&D table is in the center of the room; Hellfire Club, CA burned into the middle. At the very end, there's a large Gothic-style throne. The walls are lined with black and white pictures; some from his Hellfire Club in Indiana, others from your group.

He saunters over to the wall, adjusting the dimmer; lowering the lights. The faux candles turn on. "For dramatic effect," he laughs. "Maybe one day we can have the meetings here."

You're speechless; eyes, dancing around the room.

"Y/n?"

"This is immaculate. Like... A D&D fantasy. Jesus Christ."

"It's pretty fuckin' cool. I must say." He walks up to the wall, running his fingers against the strings of the red and black crackled electric guitar. "She's my favorite," he sighs.

Eddie draws his phone out of his pocket, flipping through Spotify. Music starts playing; spilling out of the surround-sound speakers.

"Holy shit," you gasp Your eyes follow the noise; a wide smile, setting on your lips.

"Good?"

"Yeah... Damn. This is amazing. Also, you don't really strike me as a fan of this music."

"Meh... You like 'em. Don't you, sweetheart?"

"I do," you hum as you walk toward the door. You shut it, turning around to face him; his gaze meets yours.

"Am I still in trouble?" You say, coyly; brushing a strap of your tank off your shoulder. It's dark but you can still see Eddie's face; a devilish smile rolling across his lips. "I feel like you were going to teach me a lesson." You brush down the other side; your loose chemise tank top falls to your feet.

He walks closer to you; a look in his eyes letting you know he's in control. "I am going to fucking devour you, y/n," Eddie growls; sending a chill down your spine.

Eddie grips his shirt, drawing it over his head as he nears you; nipple piercings and inky black tattoos on his tight stomach.

His lips meet yours for the first time; rough and deep, making your pussy throb. Eddie's hands sail up your back to your bra; unclasping it.

He throws it to the floor. His hands slip into your hair; pulling roughly, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips. "Mmm... Crying for me already, princess?" He burns, causing you to whimper. "How do you like it, y/n?"

"Rough..."

"Yeah?" He twists his grip on your strands a little tighter. "You sure?"

"Mmm... I trust you," you whisper.

"Beautiful," he groans as he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb.

"Can I take off your pants, Eddie?" You pant. He returns his lips to yours, kissing you softly. Drawing off your bottom lip slowly he gives it a nip, making you cry.

"Take 'em off," he demands; you feel his smile against your lips. You reach for the button of his jeans, drawing it open. Pinching his zipper between your fingers, you tug that down as well.

Grabbing his jeans you pull them down to his ankles; looking back up at him through your lashes. "Good girl," he hisses.

"Can I take these off?" You breathe; slipping your fingers under the elastic. "Please?"

He lets out a lusty laugh. "You're so polite, sweetheart... Do it."

You grip his boxers pulling them down, his length springs out. Shit. You moan at the sight of him; eyes, rolling back. Your tongue nears him slowly, meeting his warm skin. Swirling your tongue you catch his prerelease glistening on his tip making him groan.

Rising back up to his lips, you kiss him softly. Eddie reaches for the button of your pants drawing it open; lowering the zipper. Warm kisses trail your body as he removes your pants.

"Fuck, y/n," he pants. Flicking his tongue across you nipple; blowing lightly. The chill of your piercing making you purr. "So, so damn hot..." Eddie takes your hand in his, pulling you toward the head of the table.

He reaches for the throne, drawing it away. Eddie takes a seat, leaning back slightly. "Get on your knees, sweetheart."

You do; sliding your hands up his thighs, inches away from his cock. His member pulses as you squeeze his inner-thigh.

"Don't tease me, y/n," he warns.

Shit.

"May I?" He gives you a nod in reply; a cocky smile on his lips.

Gripping his length you move your mouth towards him. Flattening your tongue, you lick from the base to his velvety tip. "I can't wait to please you," you sigh.

He smiles widely, tilting his head back.

You release a hand, moving it up his body, the other gripping his member. Wrapping your lips around him you start bobbing up and down. Eddie returns his eyes to you.

Fuck he looks delicious from this angle. His hair tied out of the way, allowing you a better view of his face, and the pleasure on it.

You draw your hands from his tight stomach down to his balls; playing with them as you work.

Popping off, you stroke him with your hand; breasts bouncing with every thrust of the hand. "Does that feel good?" You ask, breathlessly.

"Mmm... It feels so good, y/n. You look so beautiful, baby."

You return your mouth to his shaft; a little deeper than before, sliding your tongue along the bottom. Eddie's fingers rake into your hair, taking a grip on your head.

"You're taking me so well," he burns.

Oh my god, Eddie... You moan lightly with every stroke. His grip grows tighter on your hair.

Eddie takes control of your head, stroking himself with your mouth. "Touch yourself, y/n," he demands; you do; ghosting your finger on your clit.

His legs start to tremble; cock, pulsing on your tongue. "Just like that, baby. Good fuckin' girl."

You suck a little harder; his tip, kissing the back or your throat, making you gag.

"F-fuck... Mmm." Eddie's hips buckle; his warmth spills into you. You swallow, your eyes burning into him; as you continue to draw out his last bits of pleasure.

Standing up Eddie quickly takes you in his arms; you wrap your legs around him, your tongue dancing with his. He walks to the table, laying you down.

"Holy shit, y/n. You're so good with your mouth," he groans. He grasps your thighs pulling you to the edge of the table.

"I'm going to please you but if you cum I'm not going to let you cum again. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Fuck," you cry; his eyes roll back at the sound of your voice.

He grabs your panties, ripping them off. "Shit," you breathe; your lips parted as you watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth, licking them slowly; the silver of his rings hitting the light.

"Mmm... You're soaked," he groans as he inserts two digits slowly, leaning into the table, closer to you. "How are you so wet, y/n? He chuckles; his voice absolutely sinful. He moves his thumb to your clit rubbing circles as he stuffs his fingers in.

Eddie lowers himself, his lips meeting your nipple; licking and swirling his tongue. He moves to the other side, with rougher kisses and a light bite. Your pussy tightens around him.

"Y/n?" He knows you're about to cum.

"Please, Eddie."

"No, y/n," he says, harshly.

"Eddie, please," you whine.

He slaps your inner thigh, making you whimper. "Listen, y/n," he growls.

"I'm sorry," you wail.

"Bend over." He pulls his fingers out; the loss of his touch leaves you racing for more. You turn around bending over, resting your body on the table; your feet firmly planted on the ground.

"Fuck me. Please?" You whine.

"Mmm... So fuckin' needy," he taunts;running himself along your silk.His other hand rests on your lower back; his hold, growing tighter and tighter. Eddie slides his tip in; a low moan falling from his lips.

"More, Eddie!" He draws out completely.

"Tsk. Tsk."

He slaps your ass roughly, making you sob. His finger quickly slide up your pussy; collecting your essence. He draws them up to his lips. "You're sweet, y/n. So fucking sweet. But you haven't learned a thing, have you?"

"Eddie..."

"Who do you obey?"

"You."

"Mmm... That's right."

"Give me your hands, y/n," he demands; you wrap them around your back. Eddie grips them, pinning them against you.

He fills you completely causing you to cry in pleasure.

Eddie thrusts into you roughly. Drawing in and out; coming completely out then snapping back in.

You arch your back, changing the angle; your pleasure increasing as he pumps mercilessly into your g-spot. The pressure in you builds; your cries get louder.

He spanks you. The sound of his hand cracking against your skin leaves you begging for more. "Please, Eddie. Harder," you moan. He spanks you rougher; a prickling sensation left behind.

You cross your legs, clenching his cock tighter. He groans, loudly as a result. You fight slightly against his grip.

"E-Eddie," you whine.

"Mmm... Are you gonna cum, y/n."

"Yes. Yes," you cry.

"Did I tell you you could cum?" He chuckles, darkly. "Did you ask nicely?"

"Eddie... I... Fuck," you clench your muscles, doing everything in your power to hold back your pleasure. "Can I please cum. Pl-"

"Cum for me, y/n." You moan in response as your orgasm breaks; his thrusts are consistent as you pulse around him.

He doesn't stop, rutting his hips into you faster. Eddie reaches down, lifting your thigh onto the table; gripping your ass in his hands. The angle is even deeper than before.

Your walls flutter around his cock. "Eddie! Shit." You squeal.

"Fuck you feel so damn good, y/n. So damn good," he praises.

You feel your pleasure building again; pussy tightening around his length, body inching toward euphoria.

"Are you gonna cum again, princess?"

"Please. I'm gonna cum, Eddie," you moan through gritted teeth. "Eddie. Fuck!" Your orgasm; hits you stronger than your first. Tears stream down your cheeks, as you fall into elation.

Eddie's hips get messy, one final thrust sends him over the edges. You feel Eddie climax; his warmth filling you. He falls forward, his hands gripping the table.

He lands soft kisses on your back; moving closer and closer to your lips. Your cheek, pressed into the table as you breathe rapidly. He brushes back your hair; your lips meet his.

"You did such a good job, sweetheart."

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munchmemes · 11 days

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taylor swift lyrics, the tortured poets department edition, part one

fortnight

▸ i was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me. ▸ i was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic. ▸ no one here's to blame but what about your quiet treason? ▸ for a fortnight there, we were forever. ▸ i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary. ▸ i love you, it's ruining my life. ▸ thought of calling you but you won't pick up.

the tortured poets department

▸ who uses typewriters anyway? ▸ you're in self-sabotage mode. ▸ we're modern idiots. ▸ you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate. ▸ i chose this cyclone with you. ▸ sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me. ▸ so tell me, who else is gonna know me? ▸ that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

▸ you should've seen them when they first got me. ▸ i only break my favourite toys. ▸ i should've known it was a matter of time. ▸ we could've played for keeps this time. ▸ i know i'm just repeating myself. put me back on my shelf. ▸ i'll tell you that [you/they] run because [you/they] love me. ▸ i knew too much. ▸ you saw forever so you smashed it up. ▸ once i fix me, you're gonna miss me. ▸ you took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts and told me i'm better off but i'm not.

down bad

▸ for a moment, i knew cosmic love. ▸ now i'm down bad, crying at the gym. ▸ everything comes out of teenage petulance. ▸ fuck it if i can't have [you/them]. ▸ i might just die, it would make no difference. ▸ i might just not get up, i might just stay down bad. ▸ fuck it, i was in love.

so long, london

▸ my spine split from carrying us up the hill. ▸ i stopped trying to make you laugh. ▸ how much sad did you think i had in me? ▸ i didn't opt in to be your odd man out. ▸ i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. ▸ you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it. ▸ my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair. ▸ just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode? ▸ you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? ▸ i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

but daddy i love him

▸ i just learned these people only raise you to cage you. ▸ i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you. ▸ they slammed the door on my whole world. the one thing i wanted. ▸ you should see your face. ▸ no i'm not coming to my senses. ▸ i know [you/they]'re crazy but [you/they]'re the one i want. ▸ all my plans were laid. ▸ growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all. ▸ i'll tell you something right now, i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. ▸ i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace. ▸ i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing. ▸ god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me. ▸ you ain't gotta pray for me if all you want is gray for me. then it's just white noise and it's just my choice. ▸ scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer. ▸ fuck 'em, it's over. ▸ time, doesn't it give some perspective?

fresh out the slammer

▸ fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to. ▸ handcuffed to the spell i was under, for just one hour of sunshine. ▸ years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how [they were] feeling. ▸ it's gonna be alright, i did my time. ▸ as i said in my letters, now that i know better, i will never lose my baby again. ▸ my friends tried but i wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing. ▸ ain't no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake here.

florida!!!

▸ you can beat the heat if you beat the charges too. ▸ they said i was a cheat, i guess it must be true. ▸ this city reeks of driving myself crazy. ▸ little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in. ▸ i'm barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine. ▸ well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time. ▸ yes, i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine. ▸ all my girls got their lace and their crimes. ▸ i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body. ▸ i've got some regrets, i'll bury them in florida. ▸ tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable. ▸ love left me like this and i don't want to exist.

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helloalycia · 2 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 — 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍

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summary: you think you're doing a good job at hiding your nightmares from your girlfriend, until one starts to feel awfully realistic.

warning/s: mentions of death, PTSD, murder, bombs and everything else that comes with writing a hunger games one-shot.

author's note: someone requested a comfort fic where reader experiences nightmares, so after a while, this was born! it’s only a short one but who doesn’t love some katniss 🥺

It was still difficult to adjust to my new life in District 13. I suppose I should've been grateful I had it – I was, but a massive part of me would always miss my true home in District 13.

Things weren't the same anymore, and though I was lucky to count myself as one of the minority who escaped the bombings, thanks to Gale and some miners who rescued all they could and led us to the forest, I still missed what I had.

My family weren't so lucky and the survivor's guilt was eating away at me. They were in town the day it happened, the day the bombs dropped from the sky in an instant, showering the whole district in a firework of horror. I didn't see them burn, but my brain still liked to conjure images of them all stuck in town, helpless, as they were engulfed in flames.

It was a lot, especially when it overwhelmed me, but I knew I had to push on. Though my family were gone, I still had Katniss and, in a way, she was my family too.

She hated District 13 as much as I did, but she made more of a point about it. After everything she endured in both Hunger Games, particularly the second one which was a whirlwind for her, she wasn't the same and I didn't expect her to be. But it meant I only worried for her more, no matter if it was something simple like her straying from the hyper-strict District 13 schedule we all received, or something heart wrenching like her suffering a panic attack, no doubt induced by her PTSD.

As the face of the rebellion, she had a lot on her plate and the last thing I wanted to worry her about were my own problems. Sometimes though, it got the better of me.

It was like any other nightmare I'd had about them, but this felt so much more real. I was stuck, as if my feet were cemented into the ground, and forced to watch the bombs rain down on District 12. My family were there – my parents and younger sister – but no matter how much I screamed at them to leave, they couldn't hear me. I wasn't sure whether my voice was stuck in my throat or being drowned out by the falling of bombs, but it was as if I were invisible to them.

The smoke was thick, swallowing up my screams and leaving my eyes watery. I couldn't see them, but I knew. They'd been stolen from me and the pain in my heart was immeasurable. Just like all my other nightmares of them, I couldn't save them here either.

I was usually quite good at hiding my sleepless nights, but this one felt so horribly realistic that it had me waking up with a start. My heart was racing so fast I thought it would jump from my chest, and as I blinked away the tears in my eyes, I realised it was only a dream.

"Y/N."

Katniss was hovering above me, her blue-grey eyes bright in the dimly lit room we shared, and it helped settle me slightly, the familiarity of her presence. She pulled me up gently before engulfing me in a hug, and I realised it was because I was trembling so much my bones were hurting, the aftermath of how tense I'd been. Even as she held me, it took me a moment to understand where I was, what my reality was.

We were in our shared room in the bowels of District 13's underground maze. It must've been the middle of the night or something, the two of us in bed.

"It was just a dream," she murmured into my neck as her hand stroked my hair. "You're here. It's not real."

I swallowed thickly, fresh tears welling in my eyes as scenes of fire and death filled my mind once more. "It is. It happened. They're– they're gone."

She didn't know what I meant, not at first, but I saw it all perfectly clear, and my heart was crumbling as I accepted, over and over, that my family were truly gone. I'd never see them again.

My eyes screwed shut as I tried to regulate my breathing, following the steady rhythm of Katniss' as she held me close. Her hand rubbed soothing circles on my back, grounding me, and I eventually got to a point where I was no longer in fight or flight mode.

"I'm sorry," I breathed out, too quietly to be heard. I pulled back slightly, trying again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

Her hand cupped my cheek as she met my eyes. "Don't apologise."

All I could think was how exhausted she looked. Her own sleep wasn't great lately and events like this weren't helping with the million and one things she had to worry about. The guilt deepened as I looked away with uncertainty.

"Come here," she encouraged, lying back down and spreading out her arms.

I wasted no time in crawling back to my pillow, though this time straight into her arms. She held me close and I focused on the warmth she radiated, the steady beat of her heart, the feeling of her fingertips pressed to my back.

"Do you dream of them often?" she asked softly, lips brushing my hair.

I swallowed hard, hoping she'd let it go.

"Y/N...," she coaxed disapprovingly.

"It doesn't matter," I spoke, unwilling to escape the safe space between her neck and collarbone.

"It does," she insisted, sternly, before sighing when she realised how strong she was coming on. She fell quiet, and I hoped she would leave it be, but then she said, "I know what it's like. Seeing people you care about haunting you."

She'd lost so many – before the Games, during them and now. How she was still standing was beyond me.

"Sorry, I don't mean to bring up bad memories," I said with a frown, but she shook her head and pulled back slightly, facing me.

"Stop, don't say that," she said with glassy eyes. "Stop minimising your problems."

I gave her a knowing look, one that would usually work when I wasn't still shaken from a nightmare. "Katniss, I'll get over it."

She frowned. "You should've told me."

I scoffed quietly. "And then what? You can't do anything about it. It's just another thing to worry about and–"

"Shut up," she cut me off suddenly.

I sighed. "Katniss..."

"No," she said decisively. "What's the point in all of this? Any of it? If I can't be there for those I love?"

I didn't know what to say, but the way she was looking at me made my insides blossom with appreciation.

"It's all for you," she said with certainty, taking my hand and intertwining her fingers between us. "For my family. For everyone who's ever suffered at the Capitol's hand."

"I know," I said softly. "But–"

"But what?" she said, voice rising now, eyes darting between mine. When I didn't speak, she continued, "Fine, forget all that. But even if I wasn't the Mockingjay, even if this rebellion wasn't happening, Y/N, I'd want to be there for you as your girlfriend. I love you. I just want to help. So, you have to let me."

I hated that she was right. If the roles were reversed, I would have wanted the same. The way Katniss loved wasn't like anyone I'd ever met, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything else.

I nodded in response, unsure how to articulate what I was feeling as she watched me with adoration. She moved forward to hug me, so tightly that I should have complained, but I couldn't get enough.

We soon settled into one another, the covers pulled to our shoulders as I slotted myself back into the safe space in the crook of her neck. A quiet fell upon us, one I hated to break, but we were finally sharing and I was afraid that if I didn't say everything I felt, I'd go back to hiding it again.

"I can't lose you," I admitted.

"You won't."

I shook my head slightly. "You don't know that."

She knew I was right. With all the uncertainties of our predicament, and everything that came with being the face of the rebellion, it wasn't her choice. As capable as I knew she was, there was still the what ifs. Those were what haunted me.

"I sometimes dream about you," I whispered, too afraid to say it any louder because it felt so stupid to admit. "I dream you win. That this war against the Capitol is over. Snow is dead. They're not in control anymore. But you... you're not here. You're gone. You win, but the price is your life."

She didn't speak, patiently allowing me to finish, but her arms tightened around me comfortingly.

"It's selfish, I know," I admitted, hoping my tears weren't soaking her shirt, "but I'm not sure it would be worth it. Not if it meant losing you."

She didn't say anything at first, my words left lingering in the dark between us. But then: "I'm not planning on dying."

I closed my eyes, a helpless sigh escaping my lips. She wouldn't understand. I didn't expect her to.

"It would be worth it," she said considerately, fingers tangling in my hair. "It's hard to see that now, but it would be."

"I disagree," I said stubbornly.

"Well, you never agree with me anyway, do you?"

I sighed again, though a ghost of a smile was on my lips. She kissed the top of my head, her own smile present.

"It's my thing to work on, I know," I said after a pause.

"You're not alone," she reminded me.

"Neither are you," I retorted.

She exhaled gently. "I know."

We both fell quiet and I stayed in that position as she played with my hair, the silence stretching into a comfortable peace. It was easy to start drifting off once more, the sound of her heart acting as a lullaby.

"I love you," she whispered.

I mumbled it back, half asleep, and felt her lips press to my head again before she shuffled slightly to get more comfortable. My eyes were already closed, and I fell asleep soon enough, grateful for her presence.

#katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games #thg #thg imagine #jennifer lawrence

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Playing With Fire - Chapter 2.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader x Joe Burrow

Words 1955

Warnings A bit of fluff and a bit of angst. And some strong language because it's me.

So, y'all seemed to enjoy this request so much, I thought I'd crack on immediately with a second part! "have you ever thought about Travis kelce x reader x joe burrow just a thought"

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

You stood frozen, rooted to the spot, staring up at Travis' face. Your eyes were beginning to sting from the lack of blinking and your hands had gone numb.

"I...I didn't realise how much I missed you until I saw you. And when I held you, it just made me want to hold you forever. I should've never let you go."

You finally closed your eyes, your head dropping to your chest and a burning feeling covering your skin. You hadn't realised that you had been holding your breath until your lungs eventually gave out and a loud gasp escaped your lips.

"Travis-"

He bent down slightly, searching for eye contact, "And don't tell me that you and Burrow are a good fit. You can't tell me that he makes you happy."

"He does make me happy." You whispered.

Travis brought his hand up your face, cupping your cheek gently, "As happy as you were with me? Does he make you feel the way I used to?"

Your mouth opened but when you attempted to speak, nothing more than a small croak left your lips.

"Well, does he?" Travis repeated, his eyes widening.

You looked deeply into his eyes, tears building against your lower lids. Travis ran his thumb under your eye, wiping away the moisture.

"I still love you, Y/N, I always have." Travis' voice shook with emotion, "Will you let me show you how much you mean to me?"

You cleared your throat, "I always wanted to hear you say that for so long."

Travis smiled, his eyes creasing.

"But, I just don't know. I think too much time has passed."

His smile faded slowly but his hand on your face remained steady.

"Travis, it took me years to get over you. I think a part of me will always love you, I can't just turn those feelings off."

"So, give me another chance."

"It wouldn't be fair to Joe."

"Fuck Joe!"

You stepped back, his hand dropping away from your face, "See, this is the Travis that I don't like. I am so mad at Joe for hitting you, but you really don't help yourself sometimes. This cocky, arrogant man I see in front of me, I don't want that."

Travis pressed his lips together and looked down to the floor. You waited for him to respond but he didn't, he just shook his head.

"I can't believe I'm fucking this up again, man." His voice cracked again.

Your eyebrows pushed themselves together, a concerned expression on your face as you watched him rub his eyes.

"I'm just so desperate for you." He looked up at you, his cheeks stained with tears, "I'm desperate for the life we dreamed of, what we used to talk about late at night when we couldn't sleep...and we'd look out of the window and you'd wish on the stars." He reached forwards and gently took your hands in his, bringing them close to his chest, "Remember what you used to wish for?"

You closed your eyes again, a futile attempt to stop the tears from falling, "I wish for us, forever."

"You can have forever, I'm giving that to you." Travis whispered.

Your thoughts were suddenly clouded by memories of countless nights laid with Travis holding you close to his chest, your eyes fixated on the sky outside. Even though it meant that the morning sun would wake you up, Travis always left the drapes open at night so that you could see the stars if you couldn't sleep. Travis would gently run his hands along your back as you watched the hundreds of bright dots glittering across the dark sky, making dreams and wishes for your future together.

After a moment of silence, you took a breath, "How long are you in town?"

Travis cleared his throat, "A couple more days."

"Okay. How about we meet for coffee...tomorrow? We can talk."

A small smile crept up on his face as he nodded slightly, "Yeah, sure."

You reached up and pressed a gentle kiss onto Travis' cheek. As you slowly pulled away, you looked deeply into his eyes, getting lost in them like you always used to. Your lips parted subconsciously, your breathing beginning to speed up. He tilted his head slightly, moving closer to you so that your faces were only an inch or so apart. Your lips touched his lightly, almost not at all and Travis' breath hitched. His fingers gripped yours, squeezing them with desperation. Your eyes fluttered closed and you lifted your chin, bringing your lips closer to his. His body pressed into yours, the unbearable tension building.

"I should go." You whispered, your eyes still closed.

Travis sighed gently, "Yeah...I know."

You stepped back, his fingers still interlocking with yours. You smiled before slowly turning away and finally releasing his hold on you. The cool air surrounded you and only added to the goose bumps that were flecked across your skin.

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You loved Sundays. Your usual routine was a morning run followed by a cool shower and lunch. You'd often spend the afternoon catching up on some reading, listening to music or meeting up with friends. It was your day to relax and recuperate for the new week ahead.

But not this Sunday. This Sunday you were sat in your kitchen with Joe, having a conversation that you had been dreading. He had showed up early in the morning, begging you to let him in, apologising and blaming Travis for provoking him.

"I just saw red, baby. I shouldn't have punched him, I know that. But he kept testing me."

You sighed gently, "Travis can't keep his mouth shut. You know that, so why did you let him win?"

"Win?" Joe's eyes widened.

"He got what he wanted...a reaction out of you. And a big one at that."

Joe looked to the floor, "I know. I know. What can I do to make you forgive me?"

You narrowed your eyes, "You can't make me do anything, Joe. I'll decide what I'm doing when I decide." You took a deep breath, "And seeing as you want complete honesty from me...I'm having coffee with Travis later today."

Joe looked up at you quickly, his jaw clenched, "What?"

"We have unfinished business and I need to clear some stuff up."

"You can't be serious."

"Joe, you've got the stop with this jealousy. Travis was in my life for a long time...we were crazy about each other."

Joe stood up from the stool and took a step towards you, "But he lost you."

"I know." You said softly. "But I need to speak to him."

"Did he not say enough last night?"

You brought a hands up to your temples, a stabbing sensation beginning to develop in your head. Your brain was aching with thoughts and doubts. Joe was kind and sweet, recent behaviours aside, and always put you first, which you appreciated and valued. Travis was funny, adventurous and wild, traits that you shared and found attractive in him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Joe reaching out and taking your hands in his.

"Y/N, baby. Please, think about this. Think about what you're doing here. He lost his chance, he let you down. You can't give him another shot."

You looked at Joe, your exasperation building, "Don't tell me what to do, Joe."

"But you're being stupid." His words came thick and fast before he had time to think and you watch as his eyes instantly signalled regret.

He opened his mouth to apologise for his comment but you shook your head and pulled your hands away, "I think you should leave."

"What?"

"Joe, I need time to think about all of this. I need to do what's right for me."

He waited for a short moment, studying your expression, desperate for any sign of wavering. When he noticed that you were serious, your arms tightly folded across your body, Joe gave an almost unnoticeable smile and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips leaving a tingle in their wake as you watched him leave quietly.

You swivelled around on your stool, resting your elbows on the breakfast counter and collapsing your head into your hands. You ran your fingers through your hair before deciding that you were going to skip your run as you didn't have time, or the focus for it.

The warm water ran down your face as you stood still in the shower. You carefully washed your hair, hoping to rinse all of your stresses away but instead, your mind was running on overtime. As you dried off with your towel, you grabbed your phone and called for some help.

"Hey bitch!" Harry's voice sang into your ear.

"Travis or Joe?"

"What?"

You sighed, "Travis or Joe."

"Ooh, this is a fun game. Can't I have them both?" He laughed.

"Harry, focus. Out of the two, gut instinct, Travis or Joe."

There was a small pause before he spoke again, "Joe is an absolutely beautiful man. He's romantic, reliable and that jawline...my God, just kill me. I'm inclined to say him...but-"

"But what?"

"Travis is hot. Like unbelievably hot. He's strong and big and Jesus, I want to climb him. You seemed to be crazy for him, so I'm assuming the sex was good. I honestly can't decide."

You hummed, "That's the problem I'm having."

"Oooh, a love triangle? Lucky bitch."

"I'm serious. Travis was there last night and told Joe that we used to date which obviously made Joe completely lose it. Then, I took Joe outside to calm down and Travis followed us and then Joe punched Travis and then Travis told me that he still loved me and wanted me back."

"How did I miss all of that?!"

"Not important, Harry. What do I do?" Your voice thick with uncertainty.

"Okay, when you're with Joe, what do you feel?"

"I feel warm and cared for, which I love. I...I feel happy and safe and comfortable, like I'm truly myself."

"Right, good. Now how do you feel when you're with Travis?"

You quietly thought to yourself, "It's different. Travis makes me feel sexy and wanted. I feel confident and...loved."

Harry sucked in some air through his teeth, "It's a tough one. I don't think I can answer this one for you, honey."

You rolled your eyes, "You're right, I know. I just needed a second opinion." You opened your closet, your fingers running across the rail of outfit options, "I just want to be happy, Harry."

"In that case, I think you know the right answer." You could hear a smile in Harry's voice.

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You took a deep breath as you walked along the sidewalk. The afternoon sun was beating down on your face, causing you to squint your eyes so that you could see the street name that you needed.

Your hands pushed the door of the coffee shop open, the invigorating scent hitting you instantly. Your eyes scanned the patrons, searching for the tall, handsome football player that you were there to meet.

Pretty soon after your conversation with Harry, you had made up your mind and felt confident in your decision. So, you were here to meet the man you wanted to be with, hoping to spend your life with him.

Your gaze settled on him, sitting with his back facing you, a large coffee cup in his hand and staring out of the window next to him. You approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He immediately stood up and embraced you tightly, his thumb rubbing circles in your back. You buried your face into his chest, grinning with a lump forming in your throat.

"I want you, Joe."

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Well, that was fun. I won't lie, I was so torn between the boys that I needed extra help to make the readers decision for me! So, a huge thank you to @killatravtramp for your rational and helpful advice! I won't lie, I struggle with the 'love triangle' trope as I never want to make anyone the bad guy but I enjoyed writing this, especially as I didn't know which one to go with!! Anyway, I'll be back to finishing some more requests for a while and then I've got another series in mind! Drop a comment or a message to be included in my Taglist!

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 11 months

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Kaz Brekker x Reader

Taylor Swift Exile

Angst Vibes xx

I GOT YOU, TRUST ME I GOT YOU WITH THIS ONE. LIVING IN MY BRAIN RENT FREE. Also I lowkey love doing the song themed content with Kaz it makes my brain go brrrr

Leave Me With Ghosts - Kaz Brekker

Content Warnings: Canon Complaint Dysfunctional Relationship Portrayal. Angst. No Happy Ending. Second Choice Trope. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Apparently Happy Kaz Content Doesn't Seem To Be In My Drafts.

I can see you standing, honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

Kaz watches the way you're sat on the edge of a wall, hand on Jesper's shoulder, laughing away as he talks, all emphatic and dramatized gestures as always. Jesper spins one of is guns, faking a trigger pull to illustrate the story he is telling. Kaz knows none of you have spotted him yet. You lean across Jesper to pull something out a brown paper bag Wylan is holding, and you're quick to bring the pastry to your lips as you continue to smile at the two of them, Wylan cracking some kind of comment, laced with disagreement at Jesper's story. You look so comfortable at this distance, and Kaz does not doubt your acting is bested only by his own.

And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Holding all this love out here in the hall

Kaz can hear your laugh, and it sends him back, to a quiet night in the slat, while you're explaining all the things you needn't and he is listening to the sound of your voice anyway. He should've been playing closer attention, at the time he thought it was to the work, but now he realises what he should have been playing closer attention to, was you.

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defending now?

You know Kaz is just out of sight, you've gotten used to the ways in which he makes his silence so loud. You're choosing to ignore it though, focus on your friends and the sound of their laughter, bringing out your own. If Kaz has something to say, he can come to you for it, you're done going to him, done seeking him out only to get yourself hurt for it. You knew that mistake was on your own hands, you'd reached for Kaz knowing he had told you how unreachable he was. You had hoped, you had hoped far too much, that maybe he was just saying those things to save you the fight you'd have to put up for him, and you'd put up a hell of one. But you couldn't keep it up. You had to choose you, even if it was crushing you.

You were my town

Now I'm in exile, seeing you out

I think I've seen this film before

"You're being watched like a hawk right now," Wylan says, face turned away from Kaz, the fear that he could hear him even at this distance Kaz could hear anything and everything Wylan might say.

"Or a crow," Jesper counters, pushing his hands in his pockets. "We can all tell you are avoiding him, you know?"

"Apparently he can't," you respond. You tap the pads of your fingers together.

"Oh, he knows," Jesper says, grabbing Wylan's arm.

"Oh, don't you dare," you start but Jesper is already guiding Wylan away, coaxing him from your presence with sweet talk and a wink. "I hate you," you mouth to Jesper and he just blows you a kiss before turning his back and dragging his boyfriend off down the street. Leaving you alone.

I can see you staring, honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

He watches Jesper and Wylan leave, and he knows they all saw him, you push back on your heels, and it's your tell that your waiting for him. To get it over with, to come out with it, it's your way of making it clear that he is coming to you and not the other way around. Your stubbornness makes him half proud, and half nervous. The kind of nervous that burns the throat and makes his skin twitch. His approach is slow, subtle but he knows you won't buy it for a moment.

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancing on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury

You look at him and that quiet voice in the back of his mind is screaming, all those not so quiet desires. All those things he would rather not feel, all those things better kept buried. Everything he thought he was long past, rising as quickly as the waters in his mind the moment he is near you. How can being so close to someone fill him with such waves of wanting, and fear at the same time. It's a weakness to want something to badly that you reach for it, despite knowing what that might do to you. Kaz Brekker learnt that well enough, and that is a mistake he does not want to make again.

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

I'm not your problem anymore

So who am I offending now?

Kaz's eyes on you makes you want to scream, but you bite your tongue. You have loved Kaz longer than he has known you existed, you have watched him in his longing, in his regret, in the time that he waited for someone who wasn't coming home. You loved him in all of it, but he seemed only to love you in her absence, and even in that you know he would never let himself. It's not that you blame him, you understand his love for her at least, how could you not? Not loving her would truly be a worse crime you often think, but this strangeness between the two of you is a cruel torture you never asked for.

You were my crown

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

I think I've seen this film before

So I'm leavin' out the side door

Kaz intended to be the first to speak, and Saints knows you wanted him to be, but you feel like you're waiting for wars to end watching him try to find the right words. "What do you want Brekker?" you ask.

So step right out, there is no amount

Of crying I can do for you

All this time

"I don't want anything," the words taste like regret as Kaz speaks them, and before he can find the right words to fix them the poison sets in.

"Of course you don't," you sigh, "I don't... I don't have the energy for this, or the time, or quite frankly the strength." You throw your arms up, exasperated, you want to cry, you feel like you might, but you won't not for Kaz, not again.

We always walked a very thin line

You didn't even hear me out

"Why can't you be honest? With me? With yourself?" You ask. You know the answer, you both do, but you ask as if he might, for once just be clear with you. You hope, and it's foolish to hope, but you do anyway, that this once he might just say the words. "Things would be so much easier, Kaz, if we were just honest with one another."

"Honesty isn't my currency," he says, looking at where his cane rests against the floor. "Secrets are."

(you didn't even hear me out)

It was never going to be the distance between you that hurt, but the way he looks at you and you watch the moments before he remembers who he is looking at, and who he isn't. A love that was always at arms length was something you could happily live with, something you have found yourself wanting. But the second best, the constantly wondering if each day could be the day he remembers her enough that forgetting you is not even an intention, just something he does on instinct.

You never gave a warning sign

Kaz is trying to ignore the barrel around him, trying to be present, attentive, if only for this, but his city is calling and he knows you see it in the way he shifts as he stands. You can never take the barrel out of the bastard, even if you somehow got the bastard out of the barrel, but he is intent on staying exactly where he is, in every manner of the phrase.

(I gave so many signs)

You worry everything will end up leaving Kaz alone, but then again a part of you is convinced that is what he truly wants, what he has always wanted. With no one to care for him, to hope for him, to want for him, he can be what he made himself into, with no remorse for what that means to those who love him, because there would be no one left to love him. You wonder if maybe that is truly his endgame, if someone can really want to be that alone. Or if the only company he ever really craved is gone and now he sees no value in anything, you don't doubt that's the easy answer.

All this time

I never learned to read your mind

"I'm weak for you," Kaz's mind screams at him, "weak for the sight of you, for your company, for the moments that we have never and will never have, how can you still not see that?" He says nothing, he just watches you, waiting for you to turn away, as you should, as you have to do.

(never learned to read my mind)

"Say something," your mind screams, but you won't ask him again, you won't beg for something from Kaz Brekker, you won't beg for answers, for attention, for anything. You can't.

I couldn't turn things around

"I will not wait for you to realise that you could never love anyone but her Kaz Brekker," you say. Kaz cannot help it, his blank expression slacks and he looks confused. Part of him is tearing at him, begging him to tell you "you're wrong, you're wrong," but he stays silent. For you. Because it's better this way. Better if you hate him, better if he doesn't hurt you anymore. "I know you well enough to know you never loved me, and I don't think you could, even if you wanted to." Lie. That lie is burning into his chest but he stays stiller than a corpse as he watches you turn. "This is better for you, this is better for you, it has to be," he tells himself over and over trying to drown out ever other piece of reasoning, every other option, trying to push it under the waters and keep it there, drown out all his own wants until there is only this choice, the choice he is adamant is for you.

(you never turned things around)

Your back is to him and you have to ask, you have to or you'll think about it every day. "Kaz Brekker, do you wish to be so unhappy, is it a choice, or are you truly that lost?"

'Cause you never gave a warning sign

"To drown in sorrow is more fulfilling than suffocate in pleasure most days," he says, and it might just be the last piece of honesty you can pull from him. And you are not push it further.

(I gave so many signs)

So many signs, so many signs

You didn't even see the signs

"Was that everything?" You ask and even that feels like too much of a branch, a last opportunity for him to say something more, words he will never say about things he will never really mean.

"No, it was nothing, and the everything still hovers just out of reach, where I suppose it belongs," Kaz sighs. "I suppose it is."

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kazzle dazzle #kaz being kaz #kaz brekker

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taylor-swift-bracket · 3 days

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🎇Please reblog!🎇

Notable Bridges

(Under the cut)

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Dear John

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes

'Cause you burned them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me

So don't look now

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh

Enchanted

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else (Ooh)

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you (Ooh, oh)

Back to December

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

Long Live

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment? Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children some day

When they point to the pictures

Please, tell 'em my name

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

youtube

evermore

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

ivy

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a violent blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it's a war

It's the fiercest fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

Tolerate it

While you were out buildin' other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm beggin' for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawin' hearts in the byline

Always takin' up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

Marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

Right where you left me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

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#taylor swift #taylor swift poll #poll #my polls #swifties #evermore #speak now tv #Youtube

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nocturnal-milk-dud · 6 months

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IT'S SPOOKY SEASON AND I COULD NOT BE MORE EXCITED FOR YOUR SPOOKY COME BACK

can I please request Hassan and 30 Days of Night? I wanna smash two of my faves together 🖤

I finally finished something!!! Yay! Also you were insane for this...but I should've seen it coming

My Hands Won't Keep You Safe

Pairing: Sheriff Hassan el-Shabbaz x Reader

Warnings/notes: blood; violence; I was overwhelmed by all the directions I could've gone with this but I ultimately wanted "soft"; it's actually pretty tame but I LOVE IT

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1368

Your hand rests in Hassan’s and you try not to think about how you can feel his blood moving under his skin. Or how you can hear every heartbeat in the room.

“What are we going to do?” you had asked.

“Whatever you want to do,” he’d replied.

The others all wanted you dead, still do probably, but you had been the only one to hear the scream, the only one to run out into the night and bring her back alive.

They’d pulled the girl away from you and tried to bring an ax down on your neck. Would have if Hassan hadn’t put himself in the way.

A wave of nausea passes over you and you rest your head against the bars. Your skin is clammy from a sickly, burning heat, the epicenter the cut on your neck. You pass your tongue over your teeth, feeling the unnatural sharpness of them. The keen tangy smell of sweat hits the back of your throat but there's something else, something richer and sweeter coming to the surface. You look over to where Hassan is sleeping uncomfortably just on the other side of the bars and all you see is fire. He's bright and warm and for a moment you think the sun has come several days early. You want to reach out to him. You want to sink your teeth into him and taste the sun. You clench your eyes shut and cover your face.

“Are you hungry?” You look up at the sound of a gentle voice. The small girl with blood crusted in her hair is standing on the other side of the bars, holding a granola bar in her hands. You give her a smile that’s more like a wince, and shake your head, even though you’re starving. She tugs awkwardly at the sleeve of her jacket and the action catches your eye. So does the small trickle of blood working its way down the back of her hand.

“Are you okay?” you ask, but you already know the answer. It comes to you through your nose. Something smells off, you don’t know any other way to describe it. The girl doesn’t answer, doesn’t get the chance to.

“Get away from there.” It’s Roberta, an older woman who always spared you a kind smile, which makes the scowl she gives you that much more painful. Roberta takes the girl by the arm, guiding her away from the cell door. You watch Cliff–the man who came at you with the ax–take their place, his brow furrowing, nostrils flaring, knuckles white around his weapon.

“I’ve had enough of this,” Cliff says. “Those things are tearing this town to pieces and we’re supposed to sit here and wait for this one to turn? No. No, I’m not gonna do it.” Hassan slowly pushes himself to his feet, towering over the agitated man.

“What are you doing, Cliff?” he asks, his tone almost conversational.

“C’mon, Sheriff, look at them!” Cliff says, as if that’s all the argument he needs–and maybe it is. “They're a ticking time bomb! For Christ’s sake–they already look just like those things!” You turn away at the feeling of eyes on you.

“I’m not interested in unnecessary bloodshed here,” Hassan simply states.

“Unnecessary?” Cliff scoffs. “Way I see it, we’re just getting ahead of things, and you’re afraid to admit I’m right.” A tighter, more threatening circle had formed around Hassan as Cliff spoke and Hassan eyes each haggard, hungry survivor carefully.

“They aren't hurting anybody, and that girl is alive because of them, or have you all forgotten?” There’s a pause as the entire room seems to let go of the breath it’s holding. You hear a sound like the scuttling of rats.

Cliff opens his mouth to speak, but you shush him, hearing something land on the roof of the building next door. Hassan crouches down, his face close to the bars.

“What is it?’ he whispers.

“They’re surrounding us,” you reply, your voice just as quiet. Hassan turns to talk to the others, his hand outstretched in a calming gesture, but before he can get a word out, Cliff strikes him in the side of the head with the ax handle. Hassan’s head bounces brutally off the metal bars and he collapses limply to the floor. You cry out before you can think better of it, and reach out to him. Cliff brings the ax down and you recoil before he can strike your arm.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says to the others, and when some hesitate: “what? You wanna stay with someone who’s gonna gamble with your safety? Who’s gonna risk your lives for one of them?” He gestures to you with the butt of his ax. “Get going, we’ll make for the general store like we planned.” You try to catch the attention of those with doubt in their eyes, those who know you, who care for Hassan, who don’t want blood on their hands. You try to tell them it’s not safe, but none listen. They all leave, one by one, wind and snow blustering in behind them. Cliff hangs behind, and you watch as he searches Hassan’s pockets and belt. He comes up with the cell keys and dangles them triumphantly before you. Without taking his eyes off you, he pockets them and leaves, not bothering to close the door.

The scent of blood is overwhelming.

“Hassan?” You lay down on your stomach and reach through the bars, giving Hassan’s body a soft shake. Your hand moves to his face, turning his head towards you. A patch of blood stains the right side of his head and face, but his heart is still beating.

Soft growls make you stop breathing, and your eyes rest on the back door Cliff left open. Snow scatters across the floor, the wind wailing like a ghost. Another threat you can do absolutely nothing about. Cliff means to make you watch Hassan die–one way or another. Your stomach sits in a tight knot and you want to throw yourself against the cell door.

You carefully drag Hassan as close to the bars as you can, his arm resting in your lap, the skin of his wrist exposed. Those creatures will not have him. The cold will not have him.

Screams shatter the night, followed by the animalistic shrieks of the creatures. Something bolts past the open door and your body tenses. Hassan still hasn’t woken, and you glance at his slack face. When your eyes return to the door a figure waits there. It stands motionless, shrouded in the thick darkness. Your grip on Hassan tightens. You run your tongue over your lips.

You bring Hassan’s wrist to your mouth, but you’re suddenly not sure if you can do it.

The figure passes over the threshold, ushered in by the wind.

"Forgive me," you whisper.

The figure moves soundlessly, taking their time. Your teeth brush at his soft skin.

You can’t break it. Your mouth is frozen, your eyes open in a wide, desperate panic, your breathing frantic. You can’t do it. You have to do it.

A hand reaches through the bars. A small hand, holding a set of keys. You let go of Hassan. You can make out the little girl in the lamplight now. Her eyes are like yours. Her mouth is bloody. You glance at Hassan, worried she’ll turn her hungry attention to him, but she doesn’t seem interested. She just shakes the keys at you, and they jingle sharply.

You let yourself out quickly and go to Hassan, taking him in your arms. His eyes open slowly, as if they’d rather stay closed.

“I have to get him somewhere safe,” you say to the girl. “I have to–” you look down at the wet, warm spot of blood on your hand, the sunlight coming from Hassan’s head wound, and your mind empties, your mouth waters, your stomach aches, your whole body seems to wake up and reach for it. You clamp down on your tongue with your needle teeth and smear the blood on your pants.

“I have to get him somewhere safe,” you repeat, hauling the semi-conscious Hassan to his feet.

#spooky season #spooky season fic #30 days of night #midnight mass #sheriff hassan #rahul kohli #acrossthesestars

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henry-fox-biggest-stan · 1 year

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Might do a version with other singers

Alex I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere / Screaming “who could ever leave me, darling" but who could stay? / I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden / They all wanna be ya, but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives / I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that my dreams aren't rare / They see right through me, I see right through me / And I screamed for whatever it's worth, “I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? / Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me Claremont-Diaz

and

Henry With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief / Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? / I know better, but I still feel you all around / You are not like the regulars, the masquerade revelers, drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten / To you I can admit, than I’m just too soft for all of it / I’m the one who burned us / I looked around in a blood-soaked gown, and I saw something they can't take away / All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting / And they’ll tell you now you’re the lucky one Fox

and

June Something different bloomed, writing in my room / He was sunshine, I was midnight rain / Lord, what will become of me once I've lost my novelty? / It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you / Could all be separated from my good ideas and power moves? / You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless / I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush / I jump from the train, I ride off alone / I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this Claremont-Diaz

and

Nora I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say / I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost / What's a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine / Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? / Baby, we're the new romantics. The best people in life are free / You don't know about me, but I'll bet you want to / And I got that red lip classic thing that you like / Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend / I’m so sick of running as fast as I can Holleran

and

Pez When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer / Swear to be overdramatic and true / He got that boyish look that I like in a man / You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back / I'll be summer sun for you forever / And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my door / He smiles, it’s like the radio / I love each freckle on your face / What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me nothing was gonna stop me Okonjo

and

Bea What a shame she went mad / I should've asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me / I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror / Got the radio on, my old blue jeans / And by the way, I’m going out tonight / Karma’s gonna track you down, step by step, from town to town / Everything you lose is a step you take / If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing / All your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me Fox

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #red white & royal blue #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #pez okonjo #bea fox mountchristen windsor #taylor swift

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deadprompts · 6 months

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟷 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

there's us and the dead.

this is what takes us down.

the tragedy of their loss cannot be overstated.

i'm gonna get shit-faced drunk again

you should've seen the look on his face when i punched out his front teeth.

you're still a dumbass.

nice moves there, clint eastwood.

i think tomorrow i'm gonna blow my brains out.

y'all be more polite to a man with a gun!

zero tolerance for walkers.

that's the biggest lie there is.

we're safe here.

it's not a toy.

i know how the safety works.

keep drinking, little man.

do not enter the city.

bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us.

you may think you do but you don't.

living underground doesn't help; not knowing if it's day or night.

wish i could have done it a month ago.

friend, you need glasses.

there's good news?

it was worth every minute of it just to see that prick spit his teeth out on the ground.

i finally got the scrubbers in the east sector shut down to save power.

there were dozens of 'em.

eww. that's nasty.

maybe we got a second chance.

help me now, show me the way.

i didn't behave, i know.

screw you, man.

sometimes they fall short.

you take that stupid hat and go back to "on golden pond."

you the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?

cozy in there?

the only reason i got away was 'cause the dead were too busy eating my family.

i don't even know why i'm talking to you.

that's my boy.

this is our extinction event.

how far do you think i can chuck this, huh?

things are different now.

if you see anything, holler. i'll come running.

go on, tell me what to do.

hey kid, what'd you do before all this?

what are the odds, huh?

i know what i want to say.

i see a chance to make a new start.

i remember my dream now.

i ain't begged you before, i ain't gonna start begging now.

i know i'm being punished.

it wasn't my intention.

i can't let a man die of thirst.

i wanna see how red your face can get.

the world ended, didn't you get the memo?

we survive this by pulling together, not apart.

anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose.

it scares the fish.

thought i'd get to drive at least for a few more days.

i'll give you a moment to think about that.

i'm sorry this happened to you.

i'm old enough.

it belongs to the dead now.

maybe we'll get to steal another one someday.

nobody is gonna hurt you, okay?

they came out of nowhere.

saves me the embarrassment.

that's the bad news.

can i learn to shoot?

you pull the trigger, you have to mean it.

not many people get that.

bites kill you.

just...feeling very...off.

words can be meager things.

what he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me.

what do you say to that?

guess the world changed.

the fever burns you out, but then after a while... you come back.

hell yes you're gonna learn.

you heard me, bitch.

the weak get taken.

there's no clinical progress to report.

still not sleeping well, can't seem to keep regular hours.

we gotta do it carefully, teach you to respect the weapon.

we are surviving here.

too bad i never studied engineering.

yeah, whatever, yee haw.

they might not seem like much one at a time, but in a group all riled up and hungry, man you watch your ass.

one thing i do know, don't you get bit.

we don't kill the living.

no crying in the boat.

i bet there isn't a single son of a bitch still listening out there, is there?

that's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being.

you don't know what it's like out there.

you're surrounded by walkers.

we don't have to be afraid anymore.

who voted you king boss?

we left him like an animal caught in a trap.

the line is pretty clear.

admit it, you only came back to atlanta for the hat.

i can see you make a habit of missing the point.

it's only a matter of time.

is this real?

there's us and the dead.

you got a problem?

there's too many of those things.

i never told them what i really thought.

i ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard.

i'm a glass half full kinda guy.

it's the same as it ever was.

who the hell are you, man?!

#prompts #twd #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme #sentence starters #inbox meme #the walking dead rp meme #twd rp meme #apocalypse rp meme #apocalypse sentence starters #apocalypse rp #tlou rp meme #inbox prompts #deadprompts prompt

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bitchfitch · 1 year

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Living a life of being forgotten by everyone as soon as they looked away had been lonely, yeah, but it had also been easier than anyone would really ever expect it to be.

Most things were easy enough to just take. No one would even notice they were gone. No one could notice. Food, clothing, pharmaceuticals even. It just had to jump the counter sometimes or break the lock off of a secured item. No one ever did more than yell then act really confused as to why they had.

Housing was harder until it realized there were countless homes sitting empty, existing to just be part of an investment portfolio. Big houses that stood empty for years and years, places meant for families left empty only for a single beast to wander through them before moving on to find a place that felt less chokingly lonely. Somewhere where there weren't endless dark room mocking it for daring to dream of somewhere full of life.

It had tried that once, finding somewhere with life. A family that was not it's. Then a dorm at a college it never attended. It left both places after the constant fear of suddenly seeing a stranger in their midst only to instantly forget it was ever there drove too many to be constantly anxious about being watched by imperceivable things. The edges of its presence being felt even if it was never remembered longer than it took them to turn to run or call for help.

A hotel ended up being the right place. It just had to break the lock and smear it's blood on the door to have a place no one would ever bother it within. The maids always looked past the room like it didn't exist. and it could sit with it's door open to watch the people come and go. No one minded it.

No one minded it until it's lingering was beginning to spread. The dusty mold that grew from where it laid at night or the rust that would bloom under it's fingers. It's room was the worst effected, but the rot seeped. The walls adjacent to it turned black. the carpets squelched in nearby rooms. Nothing the owners could do would remove the mold completely. It always came back no matter how many specialists they hired.

The specialists always looked past the blood marked door between the two worst effected rooms.

The building was condemned.

It would move on to the next. It would learn to contain itself better. To wear clothes that covered every inch of its skin. To shower over and over again in a vain attempt to feel clean.

That one was condemned too.

Then the one after it, and after it, and after it. So on and so forth. new cities to find new views. new gloves, thicker jackets. A plague of strange burns had started in its last town. The people it had grabbed, screaming and begging for them to just See it, to talk to it, to make it feel human again, they all grew ill from such prolonged exposure to it's touch. They couldn't tell the epidemiologists what had caused such hand shaped burns.

It was getting harder and harder to live a life constantly forgotten. It could sit in the middle of a crowded room and be wholly alone.

It had tried taking the razor it used to mark the doors to it's wrists. Carving itself open until it had no blood left. It's skin just healed over it's dried veins. Such an easy way out wouldn't be an option for it.

It was walking to it's next town. Hoping that the stars in the dim night and the true solitude of being out in the wilderness would be a bandaid over it's aching heart. It stayed to the road. It could still feel hunger and thirst even if they did nothing to slow it down. It didn't want to get lost.

It should've walked the other side of the road.

It was struck from behind. The driver having taken the turn barely too wide. Having forgotten there was anything in that shoulder the moment his eyes went back to the scrap of tire in the middle of the road.

It woke up some time later, agony having long become a familiar sensation to it. it was in a home. in a living room, on a lumpy couch that had probably seen as many owners as it had years.

A man was pacing in the adjoining kitchen screaming into a phone about how this was a waking nightmare. Why wouldn't anyone Listen to him?? A man was Dying on his couch and No one would help.

the monster sat up slowly. It looked around. There was no one here besides the two of them. it ached. There were bones that snapped into place as it moved. The man rushed over, his hands and forearms were blistered from carrying it, he tossed his phone aside, kneeling besides the couch and thanking anyone that was listening that it was ok.

The man explained that he'd accidentally hit it- he didn't know how he'd missed it. But the emergency services kept hanging up on him and now all the hospitals and urgent care places were too. He swears he will get the monster help, as soon as someone just Listens to him. Just hold still. it'll be ok.

He apologizes over and over again about how it didn't matter who he called. As soon as he tried to describe what's happened the person on the other end would just get confused and hang up. He doesn't know what's happening.

Thoughout his spiel he looks away so many times. He never forgets.

The monster stops him, it's gloves are gone, it's careful not to touch the man's skin when it rests it's hands on his shoulders and asks for the tiniest confirmation that for the first time in decades, its not alone.

"You know I'm here?"

#attempted suicide cw #cutting cw #anyways. meet cute idea. hit them with your car

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epiphany-of-a-madwoman · 2 years

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Built to Fall Apart | Jaskier

▹ Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

▹ Genre: Angst with slight fluff towards the end

▹ Words: ~2.5k

▹ Summary: You and Jaskier were built to fall apart, yet you continued to come back together.

▹ Notes: .... :) This took so long and was requested even longer ago, but uh, here it is!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

It had been the first month of spring when you’d first met Jaskier. It was in a nameless inn located in a backwater town far north. He was bargaining for work while he and Geralt were in town, all you wanted was a drink and some rest. During that week, you’d ended up getting far more than you’d bargained for. Jaskier was wild and fun, not at all prone to brooding and fits of melancholy. You laid in that bed that was too small for two hours on end. Laughing, joking, and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Though most of the time, your mouth was occupied with things other than talking.

You'd opened Pandora's Box. It would only make things messy and painful when the inevitable happened. The world was dangerous enough, and you weren't talented enough to save two instead of one. You never should've even entertained it, but you were selfish. So you did, and the last time you'd seen Jaskier, you'd been drenched in rain that mingled with your tear stained cheeks. He never looked back, it seemed all too easy to shake you off.

You'd like to think he would've stuck around, but you never gave him much reason.

And what should’ve been done and over with still lingered like cheap perfume, even after six months. You couldn't shake him no matter how many bottles you emptied. Every nightmare held quiet moments, all soft smiles and glowing eyes. And when you woke, all the complications, fears, and hesitations melted away. Melancholic tinged rose colored lenses made everything seem so much simpler.

There was just you. And then there was Jaskier.

It made you believe that things could be different, that maybe, just maybe, it would work out.

Or maybe that was the burn of the whiskey going down your throat. Sitting alone at a nameless bar in a forgettable town you drank away your sorrows.

Suddenly he was there. Bathed in the warm glow of candlelight that made him appear ethereal, Jaskier. With his lute in hand, he strummed a note that cleanly rang through the room. His baby blue eyes shone like a clear sky, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in yours. He gracefully made himself the center of attention, patrons making a clear path for him. They were already enraptured and he’d only just arrived. Center stage and commanding the attention of the room, he opened his mouth, singing with that angelic voice.

Dumbfounded and off-guard, you watched, frozen in place. Everything you'd wanted, the person that haunted your every being was right in front of you. It felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once. He was a star that kept burning you.

He seemed unaware of what he had done to you, not even aware you were in the room. Or maybe he had and simply didn't care. Perhaps you were just another woman that stole his heart for a brief moment. And then he went off and fell in love with someone new.

The barkeep poured you another drink and you slid him another coin, but your eyes never left Jaskier, captivated by the way he moved around the room. You’d nearly forgotten just how effortlessly he managed to control a crowd. How easy it was for him to garner their attention and never let it go. He worked them much the same as he'd worked you.

He sang a total of four songs before taking a break. You never moved from the bar, continuing to drink until you couldn’t remember why you were drinking to begin with. So unaware of your surroundings, you wouldn’t notice if there was a war going on outside.

“Y/N?”

You turned, glancing over your shoulder. Jaskier was there, mouth agape and eyes wide. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost. He slung his lute over his back, gravitating towards you. Your posture straightened, eyes never leaving his. There was a glimmer of longing that sparked in his eyes. And it gave you a shred of hope, that maybe, just maybe, he missed you too.

“Jaskier,” you said. It was like someone had shoved cotton in your mouth, tongue tied and throat dry.

“I-- I never thought I’d see you again,” he said, taking the chair beside you. He didn’t ask and you didn’t object. "But I desperately hoped to."

“Well, here I am.” You weakly smiled, hazy mind quickly sobering up as the smell of bergamot, lavender, and a mix of spices filled your senses. You breathed it in, making sure to commit his smell to memory.

“And I’m glad for it.” He turned to the barkeep and ordered a glass of wine.

“Where’s your Witcher?” you asked, but you didn’t move your eyes from him, afraid he’d disappear if you glanced away for even a second.

“Finding the nearest brothel. It would appear he’d prefer paid company over mine,” Jaskier said, feigning offense. You laughed, the sound more akin to a snort. Jaskier smiled at the action, leaning towards you. It was a microscopic change, but you noticed it. You noticed everything he did.

“So nothing has changed?” you asked.

“Nothing has changed.” Something about the look in his eyes and the grin on his lips made you think he wasn’t just talking about Geralt’s disposition. The glimmer of hope grew bigger, nearly as bright as the scones illuminating the curves and edges of his face.

“Truly, even if Geralt’s need to keep everyone at arm’s length broke your heart?” You leaned closer, not as subtle about it as Jaskier had been.

“I’m too persistent to be run off so quickly.”

You swallowed thickly.

“Even if it doesn’t last forever?” Your voice was soft and timid, a far cry from your normal brashness.

Jaskier glanced down, his smile dimming ever so slightly and your smile mirrored his.

“Most things don’t last forever.”

Hesitantly, scared you’d read this whole scene wrong, you reached a hand out, resting it on Jaskier’s leg. He didn't move nor protest, so you kept it there.

“Now, let’s not squander our time together with sadness.”

In an instant, Jaskier did a complete 180, returning to his sunny disposition. If he felt any pain or sadness, he didn’t show it, so neither did you. Hours were spent in the tavern, laughing and drinking. It was as if you hadn’t spent six months apart. As if you hadn’t broken both Jaskier’s and your own heart.

Eventually, the night ended with the two of you drunkenly ending up in the room you’d rented, all tangled limbs and whispered words. You didn't sleep together, both too exhausted to do more than sluggishly kiss every inch of each other's faces before collapsing into the bed.

Jaskier wrapped his arms securely around you, your head resting on his chest. The beat of his heart was like a lullaby that lulled you to sleep. His fingers combed through your hair as you traced shapes onto his skin.

“Tell me you’ll be here when I wake up.” Jaskier’s voice was pleading and soft. It caused a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach.

You deigned to not answer.

When the first rays of light hit, you were already awake. When the first rooster crowed, Jaskier woke, and when he woke it was alone. You’d already snuck out of the room and hit the road hours ago. He couldn’t find it in himself to be too disappointed and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be content with your decision.

‘It’s better this way.’

You weren’t sure you’d believed that anymore.

oOo

Emerald leaves turned gold and the warm summer breeze became bitter winds when you saw Jaskier next, nearly 4 months later. It was another tavern, he was performing another set, and you were four drinks deep before he’d even arrived. Your hair was shorter while his was longer.

But it felt like no time had passed when you first glanced at him. That first glance was the only one you could bring yourself to take. Shame had a firm grasp on you. Because he’d probably look at you with that easy charm and warm smile. He'd act as if your last meeting didn’t end with you running like a thief into the night. You'd prefer anger that you wouldn't receive. He was too understanding, too empathetic, and too...optimistic.

Six songs and three more drinks passed before he approached. He hardly seemed surprised to see you and you wished the ground would swallow you whole. There was an empty chair beside you that he claimed, ordering the wine he always did. He didn’t speak and neither did you.

“Funny seeing you here.”

Jaskier broke the silence first.

A huff of a laugh left your mouth, eyes locked on your drink.

“Can’t decide if I’m following you or you’re following me,” you weakly muttered. An attempt to cover your discomfort with humor.

“As a partaker of the arts, it is my duty to follow things of great beauty so I may make songs about them so people all over the realm can experience what I have.” He leaned closer to you.

You shook your head and smiled down at your drink.

“You wrote songs about me?” you asked, sparing a glance towards him. Only your second of the night. His blue eyes glowed with the light of a thousand stars. A single glance and any trepidation was burned away. Back in his honey trap, you were done for, again.

“You’re all I can write about, nowadays.” As he spoke with near reverence, you had no choice but to believe him. It made your heartbeat against your chest, head fuzzy and light, but not from the alcohol.

You needed to change the subject before you fell under his effortless spell completely. Though, that effort was already a lost cause.

“Where’s your Witcher now?” you asked, excepting some quip or another. Jaskier’s smile faltered, eyes dimming considerably. Something happened, something that not even Jaskier could bounce back from.

“We decided to go our separate ways,” was all he uttered. It seemed you and Geralt were more alike than initially anticipated. Seeing as you both tended to hurt the people around you.

Another pang of guilt hit your chest. Silence followed the uncomfortable kind that made you squirm in your seat. When did things with Jaskier become so…awkward.

‘Maybe after you left him…again.’ your inner thoughts chimed in. Those thoughts were pushed aside.

“I’m a fucking mess,” you blurted out before fully processing you’d spoken aloud. You clamped your mouth shut and returned your gaze to your drink. Grip so tight around the glass it turned your hand white, your face burned with embarrassment.

“I won’t argue that,” Jaskier said with a slight chuckle and shake of his head.

“What are you even doing here?” Your words were more forceful than anticipated, but you didn't take them back.

"Well I'm performing--"

"Not here as in this inn, I mean here, as in with me? Why are you sitting here with me right now?" you asked, Y/E/C eyes unwavering from his blue ones.

Jaskier slowly nodded, his smile turning more somber than it had been.

"Just uh, hoping for a happier ending I suppose," he mumbled, words nearly lost to the crowd.

You'd heard him, but wished you didn't. It only worsened your guilt.

"Why?" you asked, voice hardly above a whisper.

"I don't think I'll ever feel the same way I felt that week we spent together," he confessed, cheeks turning a pale red.

"That was almost a year by this point. Surely you've met other people?" you asked, disbelief mingling with uninhibited giddy.

"But none compared to you," he said in an almost wistful tone. "Both in the way you mend and break my heart simultaneously."

“I don’t know why I keep doing that,” you glanced at him, mouth set in a frown, eyes wide and sad. It was the most vulnerable and innocent you'd looked since you took up adventuring alone.

“Oh, I think you do,” Jaskier said, a self-effacing grin on his face. “It’s the same reason that I keep giving you the chance to leave.”

You shut your eyes for a second, gathering your dizzying thoughts.

“It feels like we were built to fall apart then come back together,” you said, the rim of your glass resting on your lips.

“Oh and I thought I was the poet,” Jaskier said, nudging his shoulder against yours. You huffed a laugh, deeply drinking from your glass.

“But I don’t want that,” you said, and after a moment passed, opened your mouth again. “Which is ironic since I’m the one who keeps making it fall apart.” A self deprecating laugh left your mouth as you took another shot of whiskey. It burned, but it felt good. A distraction from the war in your mind.

“That's true you do keep leaving,” Jaskier said, lips getting looser the more he drank. The smile on your face faltered as you rested your cheeks against your hand.

"You never asked me to stay, not when we first parted ways," you pointed out, tracing a finger along the ring of your glass.

"I didn't know you wanted me to ask," he said.

You swallowed thickly, lips downturned into a frown.

"But I would like to note, I did ask you to stay last time we met," Jaskier said, a finger pointed in your direction.

"I suppose you have a point." Your posture perked as a tentative grin returned to your face. “God I’m so stupid.” You rested your head against your hands.

“Oh I think we’re both incredibly stupid,” Jaskier said. His voice light and eyes bright as he watched you. “So how about a toast, to two idiots who can’t get it right.” He lifted his glass in the air, motioning for you to do the same.

“To two idiots,” you echoed, gently clanging your glass against his.

The rest of the night became more of a blur the more drinks that got poured. At some point, you ended up where you always did, back with Jaskier. So tangled together you couldn't discern where you ended and he began.

oOo

Sunlight trickled into the room, the sheer curtains in the room doing nothing to block it. You were warm, arms firmly wrapped around your body, locking you in place. Slowly, your eyes opened, the edges still hazy from sleep. The distant echoes of patrons in the tavern below disturbed the quiet. Jaskier was still fast asleep, seemingly content to sleep through the day.

For a moment you contemplated running as you had before. But those thoughts were banished before they could fully form. You were done with running and done with hurting people in an attempt to save yourself. Not much of a life it was if you were leaving everyone at arm’s length.

Like a lazy cat, you stretched your body, rolling on your side and burrowing your face in Jaskier’s chest. A contented sigh left your mouth, eyes shutting once again. You heard a yawn, Jaskier’s chest vibrating with the sound.

“Hmm, what--” he began to mumble, voice thick with sleepiness, but then cut himself off. He blinked, once then twice. You were still there. Really there and not a figment of his imagination.

Seemingly contagious, it was your turn to yawn, eyes opening and meeting his afterward. He simply stared, speechless. In response, you gave him a grin, small and bright.

“You stayed.”

Your hand gently cupped the curve of his cheeks, leaning close enough that your nose tickled his.

“I stayed.”

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apupp3tw0-strings · 3 months

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Exclusive Interview with Spamton G. Spamton

Date: October 12th, 2131

Today Papa and Dadaton have mostly been sorting out logistics stuff, figuring out how the whole Spamton situation is gonna work, some ground rules and expectations, some schedule stuff to make sure some one's around to watch him and figuring out days for regular check-ins/therapy talks... it all seemed really boring to me and I didn't get half of it so I decided to go do something else.

Specifically, I decided to have a little interview with Spamton. There were a lot of questions I felt I needed answers to, however I knew it'd be rude to just jump straight into sensitive topics. Additionally, I felt since its gonna be living with us now for the time being, I may as well try to get to know my puppet pal a little better.

So here's how that went.

Q: Good morning Spamton. How are you doing today?

A: HEY H3Y IF IT ISBT ThE [City in a Garden]]!! WHUT CAN [Yours truly] DO YA 4 KID?

Q: I just had a few questions for you, if you don't mind. Sorta like an interview.

A: AN [Exclusive interview with] ME?!? AHAJEHAHAHA!! OF CORSE [[Little City]]! [Send your questions below]!

Q: Awesome! Then let's just start with the first question I got down here. Your full name is Spamton G. Spamton, correct?

A: U BET UR [[Low rank currency]]!SPAMTON G. SPAMTON! EVERY 'S FAVORIT [Number1RatedSalesman] [[circa1997]]!

Q: Putting aside the fact your first and last names are the same for now, what does the "G" stand for?

A: TEH [[G]]? AHAHEHAJAHA! I HAVE N0 CLUE. [@gmail.com]? [The Greatest th1ng you've seen on ]? Y? WUTS THE [g] IN [Chicago, IL] G BLU K STAND 4?

Q: Oh, what's MY middle name? Uh, Ghost. Well, that or Garamond. My dads couldn't really decide when I was born so it sorta stands for both.

A: THEN SHUDN:T IT B CHICAG0 [[GG]] BLO0K?

Q: Gyeh heh! Maybe. Anyways, next question. So you've mentioned a few times that you used to be a "Big Shot", or some big and famous, kinda like my Dadaton is out here in the Light World. Can you tell me a little bit more about that?

A: AHEAHAHAJA! OH B0Y CAN I EVR!! BACK IN TGE [Good ol days] I USED 2 BE ON TOP OF THE [[World Wide Web]] KID! BIG [Deals] BIG [Cars] BIG [All included stay at] QUEEN'S MAN SION! I WAZ FINALLY A [Big Shot], I HAD IT [[All u c0uld want & more!]] AND I DID IT @LL W/0UT TEH [Help Wanted] OF THOSE [[Backstabbing]] GELUS [All we do is ] 2!

Q: Riiiiiight. The Addisons. I heard you were like them though, before your rise to fame at least. What was your relationship like with them before everything went down?

A: K1D UR GONNA NEED 2 BE A LOT MOAR [Item specifications]. THEREZ AL0T OF [[Your Ad Here!]]

Q: Fine. Specifically the ones you worked with. Click? Flash? ... (I didn't get the names of the other two...)

A: ... [Clear Cache] & [[Ad Banner]]. I D0N;t WABT 2 [Talk 2 a licensed prof3ssional] A BOUT TH0sE [[Traitors]].

Q: Okay, fair, fair. Touchy subject. Should've probably expected that. Especially after what I heard about your guys fall out and how they sorta... um, abandoned you. I, my bad. L-let's just move on to another question.

A: AHAHAHEHA! Y3S! LET'S.

Q: Um, okay, here we go! You seem to like cars alot. You've especially mentioned them in great lengths when talking about your "Big Shot Era". Do you have a favorite model?

A: Y MY FAVRITE IS N0NE OTHER THAN TGE [[Brand New!!!]] [Ride around town in our] SPECIL [[1997 Cungadero]]! THIS [Sweet Ride] WILL MAKe ALL UR [Hopes and Dreams] COME TRYE WHILE [Ride] LEIK A [[Sweat Dream]] 2! FOR ONLY [10 easy payment of] [[666]] KROMER TGIS [Dalmatian puppies] CAN BEE YOURS 2DAY!!

Q: Ah. I've uh, never heard of that car but, um, cool! So then, hopping back to before your Big Shot days real quick, what did you used to do before selling cars and stuff?

A: THAT'S [Lemon Squ33zy]! I USED TO BE NOTHING BUT THE E_MAIL GUY, NOW I'M THE [[It Burns! Ow! Stop! Help Me! It Burns!]] GUY!

Q: . . . Ooookay then. I think that moves us to another question I've been curious about. What... what's with the burning?

A: WHAT [[Oh God! Help! Please stop! Help! It Burns!]]ING?

Q: That! I... Spamton. Yesterday you stared directly at the sun for several minutes. That HURTS. I know from experience that staring directly at the sun will like, burn your eyes.

A: AHEAHAHAHA! [[Amazed at thi5 amazing transformation? You too can]] HAVE A [[Communion]] WITH [[Unintelligble Laughter]]!

Q: I... (Now I'm even more confused...) okay let's just move on. Okay um... no, no, deeeefinitely not... I... what was your with last night?

A: L4ST [Alone on a Friday Night?]

Q: Yeah. Do you remember what happened last night? When you woke me up?

A: AHEAHAHAEHAHA! KID I HAVE NO [Inn0vative new ideas] WHA uR [Chat w/ our esteamed representative!]

Q: The- the ringing? You mentioned ringing. You said it would stop and told me not to pick up, you don't remember that??

A: . . .

Q: S-spamton?

A: ... Don't pick up the phone.

After that, Papa came into the room and asked if he could borrow Spamton so they could discuss stuff, to which Spamton immediately switched demeanor and rushed off with him.

... I think I'm left with even more questions than when I decided to start the interview.

#chicago #deltarune au #deltarune: fool's fate #fool's fate #undertale au #undertale ish #writing #spamton

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Would i maybe be able to request an eddie x reader where the reader is newish in town, moved into trailer park and needed a new weed dealer so robin sent her to eddie. After meeting a few times they realize they have a lot in common and there's obvious sexual and romantic tension. So when the reader gets locked out of her trailer in the pouring rain she ends up at eddies and spicyness or fluffyness ensues?

Your combat boots trudged through the mud as you walked to the only other trailer you know - Eddie Munson's. Thankfully, his van was out front and there was a light on in the back room. He was home. He was your escape to get out of this hellish downpour that came out of nowhere.

You rushed up to the porch and knocked rapidly, your body shivering in the cold rain. It took a few moments before the door swung open and there stood the freak himself, looking at you as if you had a second head.

"What are you doing, Y/N? It's pouring." Eddie said, pushing the screen door open for you.

"I forgot my key," you said, voice quivering as you stepped inside of the warm trailer, "And my moms not home...I didn't know where else to go. I'm sorry to barge in like this. We - me and my mom got into a argument and I left in a hurry earlier. I didn't think to grab my keys. I just - I -"

"Hey," Eddie shook his head, "It's okay. You're fine. Follow me."

You done as he said, following him just past the kitchen to the little bathroom situated just past the refrigerator. He pushed the door open for you and nodded, "There's towels in there. I'll get you something to wear, okay?"

"Yeah," you nodded, giving him a small smile, "Thanks, Eddie."

"No prob," Eddie said, fingers drumming against the side of the wall for a moment before he pushed himself back and walked off.

You pulled your soaking wet shift off over your head, forgetting for a moment to shut the door. All you had on your mind was standing in the warm shower. You were working on pushing your jeans down your legs when you heard Eddie's footsteps get closer.

"Hey, I found - Jesus," Eddie stood dumbfounded at the bathroom door, his eyes glued to your near naked body in shock, "Shit. I'm sorry. I should'nt have barged in."

"It's okay," you said, cheeks burning red as you covered your chest with your hands, "It's my fault. I should've shut the door."

"Uh..." Eddie said, finally able to move his eyes to somewhere else other than your body, "I uh...found a shirt and a pair of sweatpants that might fit you."

"Thanks, Eddie." You said, nodding to his shower, "Is it okay if i take a quick one?"

"Yeah. Go ahead." Eddie nodded, still refusing to look at you, "But uh...the nobs are a bit wonky. Let me turn them on for you."

He past you, ever so lightly brushing against you in the tight space. You pushed your wet jeans off and draped them over the sink as he turned the water onto a decent warmth for you.

You took a moment to study him, watching as his hair fell in his face as he fiddled with the nobs. You had been buying your weed from him for the last six months - as long as you had lived here, at least. You always thought he was cute. He stood out with his long, wild hair and his grungy clothes. He was everything you wanted in your life.

"Hey Eddie?" You bit your bottom lip.

"Yeah?" He mumbled, standing up straight.

"You want to get a shower with me?"

He looked back at you over his shoulder, "What?"

"You heard me," you said softly, "I seen the way you were looking at me...do you want to get a shower with me?"

"Y-yeah," Eddie nodded, too stunned to say anything else. He watched as you dropped your hands that had been shielding him from fully seeing your naked body and stepped into the shower.

Within no time, he was naked and stepping in behind you. You leaned back under the hot spray of water, the heat stinging your skin in the most welcomed way. He watched you with ravenous eyes, taking the sight of your naked body in.

You took his hand in yours and pulled him closer, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss him. You were slightly surprised when he kissed back, but he seemed to be as eager as you were. His hands rested on your hips as you pressed yourself against him, the feeling of his hard warm body against yours causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

"I uh...I just need to feel something, Eddie." You whispered against his lips, "The fight we had...it was huge. And I'm not feeling the greatest right now...I need out of my head."

He nuzzled his nose against yours and whispered softly, "I can do that."

Your fingers wrapped around the back of his neck as you kissed him, pulling him down against you. He turned you so your back was against the tiled wall, the coolness of it stinging your once warm skin.

You gripped his cock, feeling him get hard in your hand as you stroked him. His lips trailed from your mouth down to the side of your neck, attacking it with nips and bites to mask his groans and gasps.

He gripped your right thigh and pulled it up around his hips as he slid inside of you, both of you gasping at the sensation. His fingers gripped the back of your thigh for leverage as he slid entirely inside, pausing a moment for you to relax.

All the stress of the day melted away and you were overcome with pleasure. For the first time in awhile, you felt whole, warm, and...full? It was an odd feeling you had only ever associated with being near Eddie. He radiated warmth and happiness despite how everyone else often viewed him.

"You okay?" He asked softly, nuzzling his nose against yours again.

"Yeah," you nodded, giving him a soft smile, "Make me feel good, Eds...please. I need you."

He pressed his lips against yours as he thrust into you, swallowing your moans and graons.

"Fuck, Eddie..." you panted, nails digging into his shoulders as he ground himself against you, creating a delicious friction against your clit.

He pressed his lips against your forehead as he nearly fucked you through the shower wall, his thrusts coming hard and fast. Just what you needed. All you could do was hold on tightly to his shoulders and take what he gave.

His fingers quickly found your clit, metal rings clinking together as he rubbed quick, short circles over your engorged nub. The metaphorical band in your stomach tightened further with each thrust he gave and snapped when you heard him moan your name lowly in your ear.

You came with a loud moan, unashamed of anyone hearing you. Your legs trembled as you tightened your grip on him in every way.

"Turn around," Eddie mumbled, pulling out of you for a moment.

You weakly done as he said, brain still buzzing from your orgasm. He spread your legs wider with his knee as your hands came up to rest on the tile wall. He stood behind you and entered you swiftly, your loud moans only letting him know to keep going.

One hand rested on your hip as the other came up to clamp around your mouth. He knew how thin these trailer walls were. The last thing he wanted was the entire trailer park to know his true business.

"Look at you," he panted in your ear, "Soaking wet and begging for me, aren't you?"

"Mmhmm," you said, voice muffled by his large palm. You could taste the metallic twang of his rings against your lips.

"God you're so fuckin tight," he mumbled, jaw slightly slacked as he pressed his nose into the side of your face, "So fuckin' wet for me, Y/N. Good girl...good fuckin' girl."

His words and actions was enough to make you nearly cum again. The way he was moaning in your ear was enough to let you know that he was close too. Your free hand dipped between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly as his thrusts got sloppier and harder.

The two of you came together, a grunting and sweaty mess. He tightened his grip on your mouth as he came, trying to keep from being loud himself.

"Fuck," he panted softly after a few moments. He pulled out of you with a content sigh and playfully slapped your ass.

"We just did," you smirked back at him, earning another spank.

You two finished your shower, taking long enough that your fingers started pruning. He helped you wash your back and you finally got to wash his hair, much to his dismay.

"You know," Eddie said as he followed you into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, "I know it's a bummer that you lost your keys or whatever...but damn...you can lose them a lot more if this is the outcome."

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #Stranger things #stranger things fanfic #thefreakymunson #Smut

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depressoexpresso-anon · 1 year

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Could you maybe do a nsfw fanfic with the bittersweet trio? 🥺 Could it also maybe include prey/predator dynamics with Seth and Al tormenting listener? my brain is rotting at the thought pls send help </3

Hunting

Vampire Alphonse x Reader x Werewolf Seth

On the 3rd anniversary with your lovers, you thought it would be fun if you were hunted down by them. Thus, leads to you running franticly through the woods with someone hot on your trail.

NSFW DO NOT INTERACT IF NOT 18+

This story contains sexual content such as ORAL SEX, KNOTS ALONG WITH KNOTTING, BLOOD, BITTING, BEING HUNTED DOWN OR KIDNAPPING, AND DOUBLE PENETRATION (it can be two in the pink or two on the stink. It can even be one in the pink and one in the stink. Your call.)

Enjoy!

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JUKEBOX OUT OF ORDER

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Your calfs burned as you ran quickly through the woods that surrounded your village.

'Y/n. You must promise me not to venture at night. For you might get lost and be watched by who lingers in the darkness...' Your mother's voice whispered in your head as you sprinted over the harsh terrain.

You should've heeded her warning while it was still light.

Now not only where you were rushing back home, but you were also running from something or someone in the woods.

Recently, some townsfolk have gone missing. No one knows where they have gone or if they're even alive. Many of your neighbors have disappeared into the night without a trace of them left. Just the thought of them leaving no trace brought the town into a frenzy.

Some accused starved animals, others witchcraft, but you felt that it was something else.

Something you read in books or heard in folktales, but you can't recall what they were called. And now, at a time like this, your only thought was to just escape.

As you make a sharp turn to try to get this thing off of your tale, you spot the lights of your village shining through the eerie forest. You finally felt a slimmer of hope bubble up into your chest as you kept running.

You almost made it to the edge of the woods till you felt something clip your shoulder, making you fall hard onto the ground. Your hands reached for your head as you started to feel sick and dizzy until something in the dark grabbed your leg and dragged you back into the dark.

You didn't hold back your screams of desperation as you clawed at the dirt and dead leaves on the forest ground.

You didn't want to die, you didn't want to disappear. You felt hot tears rush down your cheeks as the lights of the village grow dimmer and dimmer.

As the lights seem to disappear completely, the entity dragging you started to slow down and soon came to stop completely.

You were uncontrollably sobbing and hyperventilating as you lay on the cold earth. You cried so loud, you barely heard the voices that surrounded you or the two silhouettes looking down upon you.

"Shit Seth. Look what you did." A man's voice said while an animalistic whine was heard after, almost like it was replying.

You tried your best to calm down but it seemed to not work. You then felt two arms wrap under your legs and around your back, lifting you.

"Hold on sweetie, you'll be ok." A voice said as you passed out due to exhaustion.

That was about 3 years ago. Now, you run through the woods not with dread, but with excitement festering in your loins.

Tonight was the anniversary of when you met them, your lovers.

The night when you got taken, the two monsters brought you to their little home buried deep within the woods.

When you woke, you lay in a large bed that has covered in soft furs and luxurious fabrics. When the grogginess of sleep faded, you found that there were two men at the foot of the bed talking amongst themselves.

One of the voices sounded familiar, while the other didn't. Both men turned their attention towards you and you felt another rush of panic bloom in your chest.

"Whoa, sweetie you're ok. We're not gonna hurt you." Said the man with black hair and a funny accent that you never heard before.

"Who are you and why am I here?!" You said in a loud voice as a way to try to intimate them. The black-haired man cleared his throat and spoke first.

"Hello, I'm Alphonse and this is Seth." He said pointing to the man who had brown hair and acted nervous.

"You're here because we tried to-" he paused to think "Help you out in some sort." He then continued to explain the situation and for you, it truly sounded like balderdash.

With some convincing evidence, you found that the two men were in fact a werewolf and a vampire.

The only reason why you were kidnapped was that you were being hunted, but not by them.

There have been a few vampires that took a liking to your village and have been feeding on the people. And since you were already in the woods it would have been an easy dinner.

Alphonse never approved of killing humans only to drain them, He would always drain animals or sometimes feed on a small amount of human blood.

So as soon as he heard your worried pleas of escaping the woods, he couldn't just sit back and watch you get killed.

So he decided to rescue you with the help of Seth of course.

After all the explaining was said, Alphonse and Seth walked you back to your village before dawn broke, and before they were about to leave you asked when you could see them again.

That was how your relationship started. And now knowing and being with them for 3 years, an idea came to you as you were slicing up the already-drained bobcat that was yours and Seth's dinner.

That idea is why you were running in the woods with nothing on your skin.

You thought it would be fun if you could be hunted again, but with a more intimate ending than a deadly one.

Far in the distance, you heard Seth howling out for you and it brought a smile to your face as you ran.

You slowed down to a jog as your eyes tried their best to scope out a hiding place in the darkness. Your eyes drifted upon the perfect hideaway and you felt lifted with glee.

It was a large hollowed-out log laying on the forest floor. You knew it would be a snug fit but it would work.

You got down on your knees and crawled inside the log till you were perfectly hidden inside. Plus, it was perfect timing as well, because as soon as you got settled you heard the fast and loud stomps coming towards you.

The large creature came to a sudden stop causing its body to slide a bit on the leafy forest floor. You couldn't see from within the log but you could hear everything.

You could hear Seth's heavy pants of exhaustion and the large thud as he sat down on the ground. It took a moment for Seth to catch his breath, but as soon as he did he let out a large loud howl. And before you know it you heard a few bat squeaks and then another thud among the leafy ground.

"Did you find them yet?" Al said with slight annoyance in his voice.

They were so close now, it was almost frightening. You know they would never hurt you, but the fear of being caught was still alive in you.

You could hear Seth's bones slowly crack and shift as he transformed back into his human form. With a slight groan, Seth replied

"Not yet, but I can smell them so they might be around here. How about you? Find anything from above?"

"Nah, I didn't see them. That's why I figured you might have found them already, but nope"

"Hey now don't bash me! They are definitely around here. I can just smell how excited they are."

"Then we should start looking. 'Cause the sooner we find them, the sooner we can have our dinner."

You felt your blush rise to your cheeks as you listened to them. You tried to soften your breathing to try to make as little noise as possible as they were right on top of you.

"Come out my little ghost, wherever you are!" Al yelled into the forest as you heard Seth's voice become more animalistic as he started to shift again.

The sound of footsteps surrounded you as you tried to stay hidden as long as possible.

Even though it felt like torture having to wait for them to ravish you, it felt so good knowing that they are so ready and they couldn't have you. Just the thought made you want to touch yourself as you waited.

Before you could even drift your hand down you heard a hard sniff right above you. You felt all of the muscles in your body tense up as you waited in suspense. Then in a twisted-sounding voice, you heard

"Found you."

Then before you know it, you were pulled out by your feet and greeted by a sultry vampire and a half-shifted hellish hound above you.

"Finally found our little ghost, huh Seth," Alphonse said as Seth gave a small nod in return before slowly transferring back to human form.

"Now I think you teased us enough. How about you get up on your knees, I got something sweet for you." Al said as he fished open his pants to pull out his cock which had a deep purple head and pre-cum running down his thick shaft.

You hurried onto your knees and popped the head into your mouth quickly, sucking eagerly and moaning around him. Alphonse threw his head back and let out a breathy moan as you slowly bobbed your head on his dick.

Meanwhile, Seth started to work his cock while watching you suck Al off. You reach your hand out to grab Seth's cock to stroke it for him while you work your mouth around Al.

"Fuck, that's it. That's it. You do so well." Al praised while gripping your head and pushing you down on his length.

"Here let me have a go," Seth said getting Alphonse's attention.

"Ok big boy if you want it, you can have it," Al said as he pulled you off and pushed you towards Seth, holding your head as you took Seth into your mouth.

Seth was bigger than Alphonse and you can feel it. You felt so aroused as Al pushed your head up and down on Seth's cock.

Your hand drifted down between your legs as you continue to suck.

"Damn Seth, we have such a cock slut for us tonight. Have you been thinking about this ghosty? Fantasizing about being hunted down and fucked senseless." All you can do was hum around Seth's cock as Al continued to spew profanities at you.

Seth let out a long moan as he grabbed your head and forced you down to the knot towards the base. You felt your gag reflex come in and tears well up in your eyes as Seth started to fuck your throat.

"Looks like you can take it from here Seth. I'm gonna make sure our ghost is prepared properly before we fuck them good." Al said while laying back on the ground putting his head between your legs and pulling you down so your sex met his mouth.

You let out a loud moan as Al fucked you open with his tongue. You felt Seth move faster in your mouth cursing to the wind as he was nearing his end.

You thought this was it, that he was finally going to cum and you can drink down his hot creamy load.

But he didn't.

Instead, He suddenly pulled you off of him for he wasn't ready to finish yet. You let out a disappointing whine while you looked up at Seth, only for him to give you a wicked smile.

Al moved his tongue to all the places that made you want to scream. You ground yourself down on his face with not a care in the world.

It felt so good, almost too good.

With a strangled breath you quietly said "I'm gonna cum-" and right after Al pushed you up and away from his mouth leaving you whining even more than before.

"Why did you stop? I was so close!" You practically screamed in frustration at the man underneath you.

"Oh, you gonna cum. We just want you to save it till you're stuffed full." Seth said while grabbing your face to look at him.

"Up." Was all he said to you while pulling you up to your feet.

With wobbly legs, you try your best to stand only to stumble into Seth's hard chest. He then gently cupped your face with his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss, while Al stood behind you.

Al continued to push into your back and shower your neck with gentle kisses and nips. It sent shivers down your spine as you felt Al's fangs brush against the sensitive and vital parts of your neck.

You know that he wouldn't dare bite you without your permission, but the thrill of him biting and sucking your sweet blood gives you nothing but wild thoughts.

"Alphonse please bite me." You begged between the small gasps you would get from kissing Seth.

Alphonse looked down on you stunned that you would ask such a question.

"Are you sure, ghosty? I don't think I should tonight-” You instantly broke your kiss to fling your head back against Al's shoulder to continue to beg and whine.

"Please, please, please, Alphonse! I want it so bad please bite me! Mark me up, please!" You chanted like a prayer and Alphonse just couldn't resist not giving what his dear sweetheart wanted.

He tilted your head off to the side as he started to nuzzle his face against the sweet spot in your neck. Before you could complain again, Al sunk his fangs into you, gently sucking on your flesh and blood.

You let out a quiet moan as your eyes drifted closed. You never knew why, but every time you let Al feed for you it felt like a tsunami of lust washed over you. Soon after you would just become drunk with hormones and just ready to be bred.

Seth crashed his lips back onto yours as Alphonse let his mouth go from your neck and started to lick the blood that remained around the bite mark.

Seth pulled away from your lips and moved them towards your ear and let out a quiet "jump."

You obligated and jumped up only for him to catch you in his strong arms.

You can feel his hard cock brush in between your core and press into your hole. You can also feel Al against your back pushing his cock towards you as well.

Your eyes start to widen in realizing what they want to do tonight.

"W-wait I don't know if they're both gonna-" you were cut off by Seth shushing you.

"I know your nervous right now Y/n, but it's gonna be ok we got you." He said while pulling you close to giving you a peck on the lips.

"I'm gonna go in first then Al, ok."

"Yeah ok." You said with a slight nervousness in your voice as you propped your head on Seth's shoulder.

Seth gives Alphonse a nod letting him know that it's okay to start. You could feel Seth press into you slowly as he pushed the head into you. You let out a small whimper as he pushed further into you.

Both men gave out small praises and cheers as you took all of Seth. He finally settled fully inside except for the thick knot at the base of his cock.

They waited a bit before Alphonse positioned his cock and started to slowly push his way into you as well.

Once he was also fully in you let out a small moan. You never felt so stretched open and full before. It started out a bit painful but as it started to fade you wanted nothing more than to be fucked.

Then with your approval, both men started to thrust slowly into you. You threw your head onto Alphonse's shoulder as they kept slowly thrusting.

You felt tears slowly drip out of your eyes as both men started to pick up the pace. Both men start to moan and pant into your ear as they fucked up into you. As one pulled out the other pushed in keeping you filled and happy.

You felt you were at your end as you gripped Seth's shoulders and squeezed down around both of them.

You let out a cry of 'I love you both!' As you finally came around them. As your body squeezed hard around both men, they started to push harder and rut into your ruined body. You can tell that they were both nearing their end by how hard they were fucking you, but you didn't really care, all you wanted was to be filled up with their cum.

You felt Al's and Seth's arms wrap around you and pulled you into a hug as they start to cum inside of you. Both men screamed your name as they drained all they had into your wanting hole. After some time of catching your breaths and basking in each other's presence, Alphonse finally pulled out leaving you dripping a bit with his ecstasy. Seth on the other hand wasn't done with you yet.

As soon as Al slipped out of you Seth started to push his still fat-throbbing knot inside of you. And with an audible pop, Seth pushed his knot fully into you, keeping you locked onto him.

Once inside, you all continue to stand and hold each other as a makeshift cuddle session.

When it was finally time to let go and start your venture home, Alphonse wasn't too keen on pulling away from the hugging pile, but he knew that they needed to take you home for some proper aftercare and first-aid treatment.

As Al pulled away, Seth lifted you in his arms more securely and carried you back toward your shared home.

You propped your head on Seth's shoulder gently nuzzling into the side of his head and neck. You watched Alphonse walk behind you giving you a loving smile as your eyes drifted off to sleep due from all of the exhaustion.

"Goodnight Y/n," Al said while walking close to give a small peck on your head as you all make your journey home.

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Happy (horny) Halloween everyone!

Man, this one was also a long NSFW one. I wanted to write something with Al and Seth as being Halloween monsters and this ask was perfect for it! Really liked doing this one and I've been thinking about a possible series with a old fantasy AU I had for the boy's a long time ago. I'll put the link in if you guys are interested, but thank you all for reading and I love ya

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Also please ignore the art it's old 😅😅😅

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Raindrops on your face

AN: Just something that came out of my mind again.

Minors DNI! +18

You knew full well that this was a batshit crazy part of town. Hell, the whole city was batshit crazy. You just left college to take care of your mother. She fell off the stairs, and without your father or brother being here it fell on you. You put a stop to your studies as a lawyer, just to take care of the woman who gave life to you and cherished you when the men of the house were still here.

10 years ago they got caught up in some biker gang's shooting, and died on the spot. Your mother never recovered, and to be honest probably you either. But now, without you taking the bar exam the only place you were able to get work while still being able to take care of your mother was taking the night shifts at the diner. Nobody wanted them, especially since it was the local biker's favourite place. They were men allright? I don't think i need to explain it further. But you needed the money so...

There weren't any problem with them inside the diner. Most of them were polite despite their rough appearence. You learned soon enough each their orders, and the fact that you should've listened more when you were thought how to treat smaller wounds. You were getting the hang of it, but it could've been smoother.

Today was a quiet night, they must be out somewhere else, you sighed to yourself and continued to read your book behind the counter. You were so lost in it, you didn't hear the door open, nor the little bell above it chime.

-That's a good one.- a raspy voice sounded over you, making you jump, and shove a hand over your racing heart.

-Geez.. you scared me. - you noted, rolling your eyes at the man. He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few quiet drags before saying:

-Not my fault you're not paying attention to your job sweetheart. -as he looked you up and down, while you closed your book, smoothing down your apron.

-What can i get you? - you asked with a fake smile. You didn't like the nicknames they always called you..

-Coffee.

-Allright, sit down, i'll bring it in a minute. - you said, as he sat down in the far corner booth.

You just finished brewing a pot of coffee when few of the regulars came in, seemingly celebrating, but surely drunk as hell.

You heard whistles, as you served the coffee to the stranger. Harry and Filip were standing at the counter while checking you out. Something about Harry always made you nervous. Maybe it was the looks he was giving you, or something..

As you walked next to them, trying to get to the counter, he snaked a hand around your waist pulling you closer. You learned soon enough that they'll only let you go if you stand your ground, so you could not show fear in front of them. Never. The stranger in the corner was watching you, jaw clenching as he saw this. He saw the moment of fear in your eyes too, before the unbothered mask was put back on your face.

-Hands off Harry, 'am not gonna say it again.

-So feisty.. what will you do sweetheart? - he asked, nose nudging your nose. You nearly gagged as he reeked of cheap whiskey.

You winked at him, before you unbuckled his belt with one hand, earning whistles from the others, thinking they'll gonna see some little show tonight. That you'll give yourself up finally. When his belt was undone, you seductively , shooting him a half smirk before pouring the full pot of coffee down his pants, burning him. The others laughed as he let you go, trying to get rid of the burning feeling, palming himself to soothe the ache, cursing you out.

-I told you not the poke the lion Opie.. - Filip chuckled to himself.

-One day she'll beg me you know.. But i enjoy a little chase, even if it hurts sometimes. - he shoot you a wink, as you rolled your eyes sighing.

-So busy not even noticing your dear old friend? - came the stranger from the back.

-Jesus Jax, when did you get back? - asked Harry, hugging him.

-Just tonight, but i see you've been busy.

-Well, she's a feisty one, but i'll catch her someday. - he said making Filip laugh.

-You dream. A Fine lady like that is too good for you.. - Filip said, and it made you snort.

The rest of the night went without any incidents. The morning shift came, so you packed your bag and left. You needed to walk a lot, but you didn't mind. You loved watching the sun come up. You suddenly heard a bike roar not far behind you, and you sighed already. It stopped behind you and you turned around, expecting Harry coming to nag on you again. But you saw the blonde stranger, Jax as you heard, smirking at you.

-Expected someone else? - he asked.

-Well, yes and no. I thought Harry came nagging again. That guy can't take a no for an answer. Except if the question is if you want him to stop... - you said rolling your eyes. It became a habit of yours when you started working here.

He laughed a bit, before looking back up at you. Hiy eyes quite capturing.

-Shouldn't be walking out here alone this early though.

-I'm used to it. I mean there's really nothing left they could take from me. - you said with a sad smile before turning around a leaving. He didn't follow you and you were glad. Today was the day of your father's and brother's death. You weren't able to take the day off, but at least in the afternoon you could visit their graves. You went home, slept a bit, then went to buy two white roses, then walked to the cemetery. You felt like you were being watched, but again, ever since you were a kid you felt that way, so you tried to forget about it.

You stood there, crying quietly. You were so angry still.

-I know you can't really hear me, but.. i just.. i just wanted to tell you that i'll take care of her... Even if she despises me now. We both miss you two so much it hurts. I work at the diner now - you scoffed, wiping down a tear with the sleeve of your sweater. - i left college so.. yea.. most likely die at the diner as well. At least they wouldn't wanna fuck an old lady... Anyways... i miss you both.. i wish you were here... - you said before leaving.

Jax saw someone standing at the grave of his childhood best friend, and his dad. As he walk closer he sees its you, so he just stands there listening to you. So that's why you were so familiar... When you left he walked up to the graves.

-Hey bud.. i.. you've got quite the sister you know.. He poured a pot of burning hot coffee down Harry's pants. I like her.. just as you always said i would... I.. I promise i'll keep her safe for you brother... - he said as he scratched the back of his neck.

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It was time for you to go to work, so you gave your mother her dinner, picked up your bag and left.

As you locked the door there was a cough behind you. It was Jax.

-To what do i owe the pleasure? - you asked him.

-Thought i'd give you a lift. - he said. He didn't seem cocky, nor like someone who would kidnap you.. But you were wary of him still.

-It's alright, thank you though.

-He was my best friend you know.. You are not alone grieving.. - he said as he started at your back.

You turned around, new tears threatening to escape. He enveloped you in his arms by instinct, telling you it's gonna be okay.

He got on his bike, handing you his helmet. You put it on, then climbing behind him, putting your hands around his middle.

When you arrived, you gave the helmet back, and thanked him, walking inside. He opened the door for you, before following you inside.

-Jax, i'm not liking you around my girl.. - slurred Harry. With a big sigh, you said

-I'm not your "girl", and i won't ever be Harry, it was funny for sometime, but now it's just pathetic. - your voice laced with venom. Today was not the day you'll put up with this shit, even if they stay back and beat you half dead in the parking lot.

Harry was fuming, as he stepped towards you, trying to slap you with the back of his hand. You shut your eyes, bracing for the inevitable, but it never came. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw Harry's hand inches from your face, wrist held by Jax. You looked at him, not understanding.

-You're fond of the bitch are you Jax?

-You could say that, also not fond of hitting women. She said no about a thousand times, it's about time you give up Opie.

-You're fucking her already aren't you?

-Even if i were it would have nothing to do with you brother.

-Then why are you protecting her again? - he looked you up and down. - she doesn't seem like the kind that's able to pay...

Tears glazed your eyes by now. If your brother would be here he'd rip him apart just cause looking at you.

-It's okay Jax, not as if he'd ever understand that i want nothing to do with the likes of him. - you said as you walked behind the counter.

Filip grabbed both of them and shoved them out of the diner.

-What is your problem?

-You are my problem. Did you even bother to see that she's been crying all day without you treating her like a cheap slut already? - asked Jax furiously.

-I don't care if she cried, she can cry some more while she chokes on my dick. I'm done waiting.. - Harry said as Filip just facepalmed himself.

-If you do so much as look at her the wrong way you're done for. Any other day i wouldn't care.. but not today..

-Why is day so special.. did you fuck her the frist time today? - Harry aksed as he stood in Jax's face.

-Today is the day they murdered his father and brother... my childhood best friend.. - he stated, not stepping back.

-She's the lost Toric girl? - Filip asked, looking back at you.

-She is. And we will protect her, not harass her. - said Jax, which to Harry finally nod.

-You can't deny that you like her though.. - said Harry, bumping into Jax, and he just smirked.

From that moment forward noone bothered you. They were respectful, and kept trouble away. Jax started to drive you to work and back home more and more each week. Currently he was out in your garden, helping you with the overgrowth. Your mother sat on the porch, watching you two. She seemed to have liked you more since Jax sometimes made appearence. He reminded her of your brother of course. You were unwanted by your parents. In their eyes a woman worth nothing, was good for nothing but bearing a child. But with Jax around, you could even sometimes believe she loved you at least half as much as your brother.

You were plucking some weeds, as he sat on the porch next to your mother for a smoke break.

-You know... i used to think you'd end up with her.. She always stuck to you two...

-I hardly remember those times anymore Mrs. Toric... I wish i was there that day.. i could've helped...

-There was nothing to help sweet boy.. I just wish it wasn't so hard for her. She lost them that day... and she lost herself too. Then when i fell, she lost the life she built. I was nothing but cruel to her, and she still left law school to move home to take care of me... I don't know how could two shitty parents come up with an angel like her... - she said sadly, looking at you. -I see she's still fond of you.. just.. don't hurt her please.. - your mother said as she went inside.

-I wouldn't dream of it ma'am. - he said as he stood up, running to you, putting hands around your waist as he dragged you under the garden sprinkler, laughing, soaking yourselves.

-STOOOP JAX STOOOOP. - you shouted giggling as he twirled you around. When he put you down, you both were soaked, clothes clinging to your skin. He held you close, looking in your eyes... and you couldn't look away. He put a stray hair behind your ear, before gently caressing your left cheek with his knuckles, hiso ther hand still holding you close. Something inside you stirred as you lost yourself in the twirls of his blue eyes. His hand drawing small circles over the soaked shirt on your waist. He leaned closer, but his phone started to ring, mentally cursing, his hand still on your waist.

-What? - he asked, annoyed.

-Not even greeting me honey... surprise i am back early. You're not home... i'll give you 15 minutes to come home and fuck me... - a woman's voice said, as his eyes went wide. You were shocked, you peeled his hand off of yourself, taking a few steps back, before running inside, not giving him a chance to come up with shitty excuses.

The next day you were at the diner again. You left an hour early, so that if Jax dared to show his face he wouldn't find you home. He came into the diner, only to be swept away by his buddies and that woman before he could talk to you. Not that you wanted to hear any of it.

Since the coast seemed to be clear, Juan started to talk to you more and more, flirt with you. You knew he wasn't someone you'd want that way, you weren't sure you were capable to love anyways, but you let him. He was harmless. Every time he brought you a book or flowers, Jax felt an urge to drag him out and shoot him in front of the diner. How dare he?!... But again.. it was him who fucked up.. well his ex. She called at the wrong time, and he didn't say a thing cause he was in shock at how fast you closed yourself off.

He only had one girl on his mind, and it was you. He threw his ex out as soon as he got home, and her not to come back.

He stopped going to the diner, it was too painful to see you in Juan's arms.

One day, when the boys were out doing god knows what, a woman came into the empty diner.

-Hello, what can i get for you today? - you greeted her with a smile.

She smirked, before grabbing you by the front of your shirt, shoving you up the wall, holding a knife to your neck.

-You can get me a cup of get the hell away from Jax. I know you are his little paything, but the queen is back in town. He doesn't need you anymore..

-Not that he ever did... We never were a thing... - you said voice not even shaking anymore. You were depressed, alone, and honestly... just wanting a way out.. and if the way out is being stapped over a guy.. then be it.

-Hm.. brave.. or stupid, i'm not sure.. - she said as he pushed a knife a bit harder at you, drawing the tiniest bit of blood on the side of your neck.

-You see.. i wanted your brother.. but he died.. so i went for the second best.. Jax.. He can give more than any of these bastards can, and trust me i had every single one of them.. Not that your little virgin pussy could take him though.. He needs a woman.. not some pathetic town girl..

She was so far in it that she didn't hear the roars of the bikes, stopping in front of the diner. Through the big windows and the dark outside, they could see that Wendy was up in your face, threatening you. They stomped in, making her smile wickedly, as she grabbed you, stood behind you, knife still on your neck.

-Well hello boys.. good to have all of you here.. - she smiled. - At least you'll get to see her bleed out.. - Juan stepped closer, and she pushed the knife harder into you, making him stop.

Jax was the last to enter the diner, shock and fear evident on his face. Lighting a cigarette as he stood in front of all the man.

-C'mon Wendy, you really think she worth that much to me? - he said smirking.

-I had fun while you were away, not gonna lie, but i had no desire for her.. To be honest i wanted the first time to be with her blindfolded and i'd just let the guys have some fun. - he said motioning to the men behind him with a smile. Juan looking at him disgusted.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You knew you meant nothing to him... but this just hurt way too much. Jax looked you in t he eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette. He saw the tears, the pain, but he had to get her away from you in order to protect you. His eyes pleaded that you know that none of this is true. But you didn't. In a slip second you grabbed Wendy's hand with the knife, and cut your throat while looking Jax in the eye. At least you tried.. It ended with a cut across your neck, ending on your chest. It wasn't lethal, but you were bleeding.

She dropped the knife, screaming, trying to wipe your blood from her hands, as you just simply collapsed on the floor. Juan and Filip giving Jax looks, before running to your aid. You were rushed to their doctor. In a place like this, they couldn't bring you to a hospital.

When you woke up 3 days later, Filip was beside your bed. He gave you water, and god knows you needed that.

-He's not a bad guy you know..

You tried to laugh, but it ended in a coughing fit.

-He sure does know where to stab though. -you whispered.

-He did it to get the bitch away from you.

-Yeah sure... - you said, looking the other way.

-I can't make you believe it, but that kid out there hadn't move from this door of yours in 3 days, too afraid to come in after that night. Since he got back and saw you in the diner he had noone else on his mind.. You do not owe him shit.. but if you're willing to listen, you'll might be surprised.. - he said before squeezing your hand and leaving. The next few hours were a blur, you were in and out of sleep. The summer heat was hell with the bandages and stitches. You saw a siluette smoking outside the door.

-I know you are there... - you said as loud as you could... making the figure stand up, and come inside. It was indeed Jax. He looked like he went to hell and back. Like he didn't slept for weeks. He had a guilty look on his face, which you nearly laughed at.

-You know... the funniest thing is.. i did wish you had kissed me back in the garden... but now.. i'm just glad she called, i'm glad i didn't give myself to you... just sad i'm alive..

-Please don't say that sweetheart.. - he kneeled beside the makeshift bed. - I.. i fucked up.. i hoped you knew it was... it was all a lie to get her away from you... i.. i didn't know what else to do...

-You could've told me from the start that you're taken... that would've helped... - you said not being able to blink back the tears, but then he took a hold of your hand.

-There was nothing to tell... I broke up with her 4 years ago... I... i never been able to be with anyone.. i .. i was hung up on someone since we were kids.. And she was always off limits anyway... far too good for a guy like me.. - he said caressing your hand.

-You were hung up on me? - you asked not understanding how that would be possible.

-I remember being threatened by Lee, when he caught me writing a letter to you... - he laughed - your ma though... always wanted to marry you off to me.. and i remember wishing for the day you'd say yes... but i knew i wouldn't ever deserve you. Noone does. Angels like you arent meant for this earth... - he said kissing the back of your hand.

You hummed in response. You simply got lost in his eyes.

-Help me up, i want to shower. - you said to him, and his eyes widened. - not with you... i just.. i need help getting there.

-Sure.. let me. - he said. You thought he's gonna help you to your feet and be done with it, but he picked you up princess style, and sat you down in the bathroom, saying he'll be outside the door if you need help.

He soon heard small grunts, and whimpers.

-You allright sweetheart? - he asked.

-I.. fuck.. i can't get this off... - you muttered.

-Okay, i'm gonna come in and help. - he said as he slowly opened the door.

He helped you out of your gown, gently pulling down your underwear, never breaking eye contact. When he finished, he took down his pants, leaving him only in his underwear.

-Wait, what are you doing? - you asked, as you looked him up and down shamelessly.

-If you couldn't get the gown off, you wouldn't be able to shower.. I'Ll help. - he said as he scooped you up again. He gently washed your arms, your neck, your back, he washed your hair for you. He was gentle, he never touched you anywhere inappropriate. Not that you wished for it right? RIGHT? ... just kidding you most definetley wanted him to touch you there, to have his hands cup your breasts, to have him push you up the wall and ruin you. You had your back to him, when thanks to these images your breathing became uneven. He stopped washing your hair, turning you around gently, cupping your cheeks to make you look in his eyes.

-What's wrong doll? - he asked.

-Nothing.. um.. thank you for the help. - you said, as you laid your head on his chest, hands resting around his waist in a weak hug. He couldn't help but hug you back, enjoying the warmth of your skin on his. After a few moments, you left your hands around him, but raised your head, to look him in the eyes. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back. The quiet was welcome, as he leant closer and closer, his lips barely brushing over yours before he pushed his forehead to yours, breathing out slowly with his eyes closed. You could feel the conflict in him, so you angled your head, and kissed him, while cupping his cheeks. He kissed you back sofly, almost too carefully, as his hands held you closer to his body, caressing your waist, the small of your back, one ending on your butt, making you whimper into his mouth.

When you were clean, he put a towel around you, carrying you back to the bed. He gently brushed and dried your hair, then got dressed, and ready to leave.

-Um.. Jax.. - you got his attention - could you... um.. stay? - you asked. He just nod, taking his shirt off, climbing beside you on the bed, snaking an arm around you to hold you close.

-Don't ever push me away again doll.. - he said before kissing you. You'll never forget how soft his eyes were, how his kisses felt..

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