#then went ahead and had the fucking audacity to tell me that they were doing more labor in the relationship
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People honestly need to break up with me when they realize they can’t put in effort into a relationship with me anymore. Or communicate things they used to do that they’re not doing anymore. Or maybe how they don’t believe I’m X heath condition instead of playing stupid-ass semantics games (besides, if that’s really how hard you “believe” me - then it’s just unacceptable).
#polyamory#relationship affirmations#heartbreak posting#heartbreak#they didn’t think/feel I was X but believed I was#and then went ahead to not tell their other partner#then went ahead and kept trying to get their best friend pregnant and quite possibly lied to tell her and not told her about me#then went ahead and made out with someone from my friend community with no prior or even post informing me of that#then went ahead and got mad at me when their partner guessed my X health condition#then went ahead and completely closed off their relationship with their partner upon their partner’s request and expected me to just be okay#then went ahead and had the fucking audacity to tell me that they were doing more labor in the relationship#then went ahead and told me all this ableist bullshit about how I don’t do enough when I’m literally losing sleep and sanity#I’m falling behind at work and in life because I’ve been so sick#what absolute bullshit#I don’t even care if a partner dates the entire fucking city but the keeping of information is what hurts the most#THAT HURTS AND NOT REALLY SUPPORTING ME THROUGH A POTENTIALLY LIFE CHANGING EVENT THAT AFFECTS THEM AND THEIR PARTNER#I hate everything
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— ★ CAPTAINS AS WORK HUSBANDS
content & warnings: fem!reader, post time skip, changed daichi to a firefighter because fuck the police (idea courtesy of deja 😁), kind of suggestive in oikawa & kuroo’s ones, fluff & crack
featuring: various captains (that i’m more familiar with): daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima & toru oikawa
author’s note: my first written thingie for haikyuu, i’m so nervous i made them ooc ;-; ik i’m late but i really went from supporting my kuroo harem mooties from the sidelines to joining. divider credit to @/xxbimbobunnyxx
daichi sawamura:
Working with Daichi Sawamura was comparable to smooth sailing.
Usually, your colleagues, seniors and juniors could come to the agreement you were exhausting to work with considering your tendencies to play by the book.
No exceptions.
Regardless, the past few weeks of organizing assemblies for schools around the prefecture regarding fire safety with Daichi had been…pleasant?
It was going to be the last assembly and this time it was for the fifth and sixth graders, you and Daichi were sitting in your office tidying up the paperwork.
“It’s late…how are you getting home?” He questioned.
“Oh…the trains are still running. I’m saving up for a car.” You said with an uneasy laugh, a little embarrassed.
“Nonsense, I can drop you home.” Daichi smiled.
“No, no Daichi. I don’t want you to go through all that trouble, thank you for the offer.” You said sheepishly, overwhelmed by the kind offer.
“I wouldn’t feel right about a woman going home this late at night. It’s no trouble for me, at all.”
A sliver of mischief overtook you.
“What? You think cos I’m a woman I’m too fragile to go home by myself?”
Daichi gave you a vacant look before panic set into his system.
“What?! No, no! I don’t think that women are very- No, YOU are more than capable-"
“Daichi, I was kidding.” You giggled. “Honestly, I think it’s sweet you have that chivalrous nature to you. Too many men on the trains give me the creeps anyway.”
He drove a modest car. It suited him. Reliable and not too flashy.
There was an air of melancholy as this would be the last time you’d work together.
As he killed the engine when you directed him to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he gave you a warm smile.
“I really enjoyed working with you.” He said.
“I could say the same..” You replied.
“Forgive me for getting ahead of myself…but I don’t want this to be the end.”
“Huh..?”
“I want to keep seeing you. Would…you like that?” He asked, voice cautious not to overstep.
But you nodded.
“I’d love to keep seeing you. I enjoy your company, Daichi.”
Two people in their late twenties, blushing wildly as their fingers brushed over the gearstick.
tetsurō kuroo:
“I can see you, you know.” You said in a wry tone, your fingers flying over the keyboard and your eyes fixated on the screen of the PC.
“And here I thought I was a stealth master.” Kuroo said in mock defeat as he stopped peeking from the doorway and headed towards your desk. “Alright, tell me. What gave it away?”
“It’s kinda hard to miss that rooster haircut of yours.” You responded. “Not to mention the fact you have to bend over not to bump into the doorframe.”
“Figures. I got some gossip for you.”
“Yeah?” You said as you raised a brow. “Don’t keep me on edge.”
“Seems like Takuya the tech guy has the hots for you.”
“…Me?”
“Don’t act all humble on us now. You know you’re the resident hottie.” He chuckled.
“Big achievement in a workplace where the average demographic in the administration office is middle-aged men. What do you want, Tetsu?” You sighed. “You only compliment me when you want something.”
“Well, I just came here to tell you I warded him off. No need to thank me.” He grinned as he folded his arms.
“And why would you do that?” You questioned, astounded by the absolute audacity.
He scoffed.
“Why wouldn’t I? The man has black under his nails and had to be called into HR because his B.O. was considered a bio-hazard.” Kuroo said, adamant in his decision.
“Okay, but it’s not your place.” You snickered, amused but still wanting to scold him a little.
Kuroo Tetsuro didn’t mind a little nagging if it came from you, anyway.
“Well, I’m sorry for having your best interest at heart.” He sulked as he eyed you making your way over to him.
Suddenly, his heart began to hammer as you yanked his tie down so his face was close to yours.
“For a team player, you sure don’t like to share, huh Tetsu? I know you want me all to yourself but try not to make it so obvious to the others.” You whispered, breath tickling the shell of his ear.
Heading out of the small office, Kuroo stood as if his feet were glued.
“Fuck, not now…” He groaned as he felt a strain down his slacks.
wakatoshi ushijima:
“Here.”
You looked up to see none other than Ushijima Wakatoshi, brandishing a small bottle in his hand.
As his physiotherapist for the last few months, it was easy to note his habits. For example, he always made sure to turn up to your appointments five minutes early. On the dot.
On the rare occasion he missed it (which had totalled up three times over six months) he’d make sure to email you the day before.
Even if he was ill, he knew his body. He knew a virus was on its way even without experiencing symptoms.
You tentatively took the small bottle from his grasp and gave him a grateful nod.
As you fixed your eyes on the label, almost as if he read your mind he spoke with that smooth voice of his.
“It’s kefir. Good for gut health.”
“Thank you, Wakatoshi.” You smiled. “That’s very sweet of you. Go ahead and take a seat and I’ll be right with you, okay?”
He nodded but one word threw him off.
…Sweet?
Ushijima felt the tips of his ears heat up. Nobody had called him sweet before. He instantly jerked when you set a hand on his lower back and ushered him indoors.
You were used to Ushijima’s strait-laced nature so you were taken aback at him being jumpy at physical touch.
He took a seat on the padded examination table.
It was always funny to see Ushijima’s hulking figure in your office, you smiled to yourself as you eyed him looking around aimlessly.
It was a little hard not to stare at those firm tan thighs of his.
You’d caught a few of his games where he usually dominated the court. His interactions with others were usually brunt and nothing too interesting.
“So, how's the pain been since our last session?”
“It still flares up during serves and spikes. But it’s manageable.” He replied earnestly.
“Do you mind if I examine that?” You asked.
He nodded and shed off his tracksuit top, a white vest underneath showing off his broad shoulders.
He may have agreed but he wasn’t prepared for those soft, manicured hands of yours to begin to knead and palm his right shoulder and back.
“…There seems to be the issue.” You stated as he jerked and hissed at a particular section of skin.
“Wakatoshi, I told you to ice that area. Have you been skipping out on doctor's orders…?” You teased as you tilted your head.
“You’re not my doctor.” He said bluntly.
“I’m the closest thing you got to one.” You chuckled, undeterred by his frigid tone. Quite frankly, it amused you.
“We'll probably need to focus on strengthening exercises. Can you dedicate time to that?”
“I’m sure.”
“Good. I want to see you at a hundred percent for that game that’s in two weeks."
“You’re coming to the next game?” Wakatoshi asked, a little taken aback. He knew your work schedule was full to the brim since every athlete came running to you.
“…Is that a problem?” You questioned, arching an eyebrow.
“Of course not.” He swallowed thickly and then met your gaze. “I’ll make sure to be on my A game.”
“You’d better be.” You grinned as you slapped his lower back, earning a deep groan from him:
toru oikawa:
“Remember what I told you.” You hissed as you and Oikawa walked into the brightly lit press conference room after his win.
“Relax, relax…! You’d think I was such a nightmare to work with with all your worrying.” He chuckled.
“I mean it. You might be doing fine in games but your publicity is in the toilet. I’m not saying be all sugary but try to be a little gratuitous. Thank your fans…something!”
You froze when you felt his large hands plant onto your shoulders, eyes widening.
“What did I just tell you?” He teased with a glint in his eye.
“…I’m a publicist, Toru. Relaxation doesn’t exist in my world.” You said bluntly.
In your peripherals you noticed a flash go off, causing you to roll your eyes.
There’d always been rumors circulating about the sexy PR manager and Argentina National Team’s Number 13.
You always nagged Oikawa to shoot them down for his own sake since his fangirls were relentless but the most he did was drop a ‘will they/won’t they?’ answer which annoyed you to no end.
“Maybe when you get time off I could fly you out. They have killer massages in Bangkok. You could use one.”
“Just go.” You hissed, pushing his hands off. As he jogged over to the table, he turned around to shoot you a wink.
Oikawa was a natural when it came to commanding attention. As he stood at the podium with microphones, with his billion-dollar smile, the journalists and reporters were buzzing with excitement.
“Alright, alright. Sorry for the hold-up folks. I know this was the first thing on your mind when you woke up.” He chuckled.
You automatically facepalmed.
Your advice went in one ear and out the other. Oikawa was lucky he was handsome. Because despite how douchey that was, it earned a rambunctious round of applause and cheers.
After the cheers settled down, the first reporter stood up, clearing his throat.
“Firstly, I’d like to congratulate you on your win. How does it feel to lead your team to victory once again?”
“It’s as natural as breathing.” He chuckled. “But our opponents put up a great fight. I’ll give credit where credit is due.”
“Despite the adoration from your fans, you’ve faced some criticism regarding your unsportsmanlike behavior of riling up rivals. Any response to that?” A female reporter enquired.
“Well, I know my sense of humor isn’t for everybody. Luckily I got our publicist keeping reins on me. And boy does she keep the leash tight, if you catch my drift.” He said with an impish grin.
At first silence, then it was a sudden flurry of questions, reporters and journalists fighting it out to get the first question.
“Are you dating each other?”
“Are you single or taken?”
Toru Oikawa had a talent for sparking media frenzies.
As your eyes met, you gave him a chopping neck gesture as you grit your teeth, earning a belly laugh from him.
You were so screwed.
#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu headcanons#hq hcs#sawamura daichi x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#wakatoshi ushijima x reader#toru oikawa x reader#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles#oikawa x reader#daichi x reader#wakatoshi x reader#tetsuro x reader
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Can we talk about Gale again? And Mystra, one last time? Or at least let me vent? I know it seems like I can't shut up about it, but deal with me this one last time?
It's a long one, an fervent one, and possibly the last one on their relationship because there isn't much to tell for me after this. I just want to lay it to rest on my part, it's too emotionally draining, but I wanted to do this.
Spoilers for them ahead.
It was some time ago I did the talk with Mystra and Gale as an origin character and I needed some time to process this and gather my thoughts. Because I was left reeling with how personal it felt for me and I hated seeing that to bo honest, even though I think whoever did write this scene did it... very well. I feel a lot of thought went into it, so even though it does touch a delicate subject it does it as tastefully as possible.
Okay, let's begin with a real banger.
Why? This will forever read as "I gave you a solution, explain yourself why you didn't die when I asked you to." for me. What kind of messed up question is that to ask someone?
But can I say how there is absolutely no wrong anwser to that asinine question? You can roleplay however you wish, but none of them are bad anwsers. Some of them are more heartbreaking then the others, but none are in any way making excuses. There is nothing to excuse and I'm glad whoever wrote this dialogue recognized this.
I chose the "I have someone else to live for" one here, because I felt that Gale, at this point, really found that special someone, be it a friend or lover, to live for. It's gut-wrenching that he needed someone to keep him alive in the first place, but this is what having an abusive ex does to you.
But the other choices here? All of them fair. She absolutely had no right to ask that of him, no matter the crime, that's just a fucked up thing to expect.
Being afraid to die? Valid, this shouldn't be put up to question.
Two last ones? Pure gold. I treat the fourth one as a direct jab at her own teachings, on how all magic needs to be preserved and studied? It's like him saying "Hey, I did what you expected and now your mad?".
The very last one is poetic justice. "I owe you nothing." and if that were me this would be the absolute end of this discussion. Mic drop, I'm out of here.
And okay, I did take he self-pity route with "I let you down." here becuase this is what I believe is closest to how "canon" Gale feels about this. That's the most heartbreaking thing about it, that he believes he was not worth enough before and is even less now and doesn't deserve love, of any kind.
What are the other options? Well, all in character and each seems like a valid way for Gale to feel. But me, the player, who is fortunate to know some meta knowledge? Oh boy.
"I was a danger to you." No you weren't. She is the goddess of magic, one of the most powerful out here. She is magic. All you could do is make her day worse.
"I disobeyed you." Yeah, you did. And she sentenced you to a slow death for it.
"You were threatened." Eh, not really. But what comes after that statement? "You realised you couldn't control me."? Yes, that is the only thing she felt threatened about - loosing control.
"Our relationship bored you. The orb was just an excuse to end it." I mean... maybe? Not enough is known about it but seeing how all reincarnations of Mystra are fickle lovers at best I would say it's a possibility. Even if it is just his ego speaking here - damn, what a way to end a relationship.
She has the audacity to tell him "he only thought of himself". Pot calling the kettle much?
Oooh, but I love what we can say here. The amout of vicious call outs here is superb.
We get to call out how much of a control freak she is. Then we can say how out of place was her punishment. Because I feel like it was a fucking equivalent of throwing a child into a dark cellar for breaking your favorite cup, while all they wanted to do was wash it for you. That is how imbalanced this whole thing is and I'm not taking criticism on that.
We also get to straight up ask what was the lesson if she never let him know what he really did and left him without means to make things right?
Then my favorite. Straight up ask her how many lives was she willing to sacrifice to get rid of the problem?
And last but not least - call her out on her lies. That's what she did. Why? I don't know. Was she afraid? Possibly, because the Karsite Weave + Crown of Karsus combo could potentially threaten her. Potentially, because as we saw in one of the Gale endings, she has no problem with just getting rid of a newly ascended god wielding them. That leads me to believe she is not afraid of loosing power as much as just being rivaled with. The indignity she has to suffer, truly.
Hit a nail on the head here. Who cares about mortals, if they live or die and in how many droves? Competition comes knocking, so all gloves are off. And that is what I believe to be the crux of the matter. Mystra wants to remove the Absolute (because that's the new upstart god breaking the status quo), the orb containing he rival Weave, the Crown which threatens her rule over magic all in one swoop. Oh, and that one guy who tries too hard and refuses to die. No biggie. Who cares, she has a line of followers who would replace her Chosen at any given time.
I'm a salty bitch over the fact we can't keep the Crown of Karsus, but instead of using it - just hide it away again. Stablize Gale's Karsite Weave and keep that thing around, hidden away. Let her sweat over the idea someone else might find it one day and rival her rule.
I know I'm way too emotional about it, but like I said, it's very personal - I been there, done that, and never recovered in full after it. I'll die defending anyone and any pixels who are struggling with their self-worth and trying to get over an emotionally abusive relationships.
"Be the better person, die saving the world and I'll 'forgive' you." Fuck. You.
And a bonus, for those of you who stuck around till the end, because I was totally naming the screens and yelling at my monitor while doing this.
#sorry if it's too personal can't really be helped on that matter#that analysis cost me a lot but I'm so happy I got it out there#bg3 spoilers#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#mystra#bg3#baldur's gate 3
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Cheating Ghost part 11 - His ending.
Ghost POV:
I lost it all. And for what? For a little toy, for a little smile, for a little weak moment. Sixty goddamn days of my life.
It wasn’t even worth it. It made me lose the job I worked so hard for. Price didn’t want to hear shit after I got my sentence. I tried to explain how it wasn’t really my fault. After all, you and Soap had planned this. No matter how innocent you tried to act in court. I knew what had happened.
I really tried to live with my anger. I had to go to therapy, but that was a waste of my fucking time. I have one little outburst and all of the sudden I am the problem?
I had to sell the house, because of you. Everything reminded me of you, at night I thought I saw you stand in the doorway, I swear I could hear your footsteps, your laugh, your voice. But you were never there. It haunted me, you know that? So I sold it, bought another house. Tried to forget about you. The money I had made during my time in the military, it lasted me a long time. I didn’t have to work, no I could drown my sorrows in liquor and hookers. The funny thing was, money doesn’t last, just like we didn’t.
And I really tried. I tried to get new jobs, but they would never last. God, people are morons and I just cannot deal with them.
Do you know how hard it is to keep your house when you’re not able to keep a goddamn job? And furthermore, do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship when you’re not able to hold a job, when the bills are stacking up?
God, and even if I could hold a job, I’m not able to keep a relationship, I keep searching for a piece of you. Even when they’re a perfect match, they’re still not you.
I hate myself for letting you go, I crave how predictable you were, I crave your touch, your voice, you.
Yet at the same time, I am so angry at you for taking everything from me. I deserve better than this. You took everything I worked so hard for.
The anger is tucked away, for now. It reappears whenever I hit the bottle. Everything I’ve been holding in comes out then. It’s not a pretty sight when I get my shit together again, it makes me feel ashamed.
Your little action has made me unable to look into the mirror. I see my fathers eyes whenever my eyes linger to long on the man I see in the mirror. I became what I hated the most and I can only blame you for it.
I even tried to make up with the last woman, the one you found the video of. I went to her house, tried to explain myself. I even apologised for calling her my toy. She had the audacity to laugh at me. She told me to fuck right off. Hell, she even pulled her girlfriend to her side when I asked for a second chance. It left me broken. Not even my back up wanted me anymore.
Lately I’ve been wandering the streets, as a soul without a purpose. I avoid the large windows, I cannot stand to see my reflection in them, the shell of the man I was supposed to be. I had such a good life ahead of me, but it was all ruined. My days are filled with sorrow and time is slipping through my fingers.
It is a good day, a beautiful day, so I decide to go to the park, maybe it would ease my mind, before I would go home and get drunk again.
I wander around in the park, aimlessly, the sun on my skin is a nice feeling, it beats the feeling of feeling sorry for myself.
My heart skips a beat when I see you. You’re standing close to the water, and I can’t tell what you’re saying to the man in front of you, but you look happy. The clothes you’re wearing fit your body perfectly, and truth be told, you look better than you’ve ever looked before.
God I miss you. I miss you so goddamn much. I start to make my way over to you, I want to talk to you, maybe there is a new chance for us to be together. The guy you’re with can suck it, I can show you what you deserve.
My blood runs cold when I see the man in front of you go down on one knee.
No.
#angst#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#call of duty#cod mwii#cod x reader#simon ghost riley#this one is for my father
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Let me tell yall about the absolute AUDACITY of this coworker I have. We've recently become short staffed (bc our job sucks and pays low) and our manager left so we are having to bring in an employee from another store. She has decided entirely on her own that she is going to run things the way they do at the other store, and has also decided she has the authority to order me around.
We are both in management, yet she talks to me like I'm a regular crew member. Irked me a bit before but I ignored it because we got along for the most part.
Until today. I tried to send my coworker on break, and she spoke over me— said, "we are taking breaks at 2 today". Okay. How is that going to work out because we have two breaks and two of us leave at 3pm. I told her, "Alright, just so you know I'm not staying until four." THE WAY THIS UPSET HER. She threw her hands out, got a fucking attitude. Then after a moment said "just make sure you get everything on line done". So, a few fucking things.
1. The tasks she was ORDERING me to do are all her responsibilities as evening manager. Idk how they did it at HER shitty store, but this is how we do it here. It's so funny because i usually do line before I leave anyway, simply out of respect and kindness for my coworkers and wanting to make their jobs easier. I don't mind being asked to do it either. Key word ASK. This stupid bitch DEMANDED.
2. THE ABSOLUTE FUCKI G AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH TO JUST EXPECT ME TO STAY AN HOUR LATER JUST BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T FEEL LIKE DOING BREAKS YET. How utterly disrespectful of me and my time. Like so disrespectful. I do not mind staying later if I am ASKED and if there's a legit reason for it. But staying an hour late because??? You want to do breaks the way you do them at Your store? Eat fucking shit bitch. I did my duties, and then as soon as the clock hit 3 I went ahead and clocked out and left without saying a word. Learn how to speak to people and respect them because I am not the one. I'm still so livid.
3. All this after she went nuclear on one of my coworkers because they were late and so she had to stay late lmaooo hypocritical bitch.
4. The fact that she expects me to care about her and this store when I've already put in my notice and my last day is Tuesday next week as I'm typing this. Like u rlly think I'm going to take your disrespect lying down when my ass is halfway out this door? Oooooooo. Ooooo. The audacityyyyyyyyyyyy.
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Friday The 13th (2009) Clay Miller X Reader
A/N: i love horror movies sm so you can understand my surprise when i was watching the friday the 13th remake and jared padalecki showed up on screen😂 i wanted to do a rewrite of this movie after the first time i watched it. of course when i went back to finish it, they had taken the movie off of netflix so i had to rent it😂😭 by anyway! i hope you all enjoy! :) (female reader)
Warnings: this is a rewrite of a rated r horror movie so decent amount of gore and swearing
Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.
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You hopped off the back of Clay's motorcycle, following him into the dingy gas station. He walked up to talk to the clerk while you glanced around the store. You didn't find anything you wanted, so you walked over to stand next to Clay.
"She's gone missing, about a month and a half ago," he said as he pulled the missing posters out of his backpack, "would you mind if I maybe just put a flyer in the window or something?"
"Oh, I heard about that. That's sad. If it was up to me, you could wallpaper the whole place with them," as the clerk spoke, the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm, and Clay waved him off before turning back to the clerk, "but the owner makes the rules. And he's a real-" the man made a honking noise as he raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, implying that the owner was an asshole.
You and Clay both gave him a confused look, "um, well, is he here? Maybe I could talk to him. Maybe if he understood the situation-" the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm again, and you both turned to look at him.
"Um, you gonna buy something? I mean, you've been up here for quite a while yapping, so..." you glared daggers at him; you could not believe the audacity of this guy.
"Um, sure. Yeah," Clay said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side before you could tell the guy off.
"Thanks. We'll have two waters and some gas," the guy said to the clerk once the two of you were out of the way.
"Guess I'm an asshole" Clay muttered loud enough for the guy to hear, while you continued to glare.
"You okay bro? Is everything good?" the guy asked with smug smile.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks. But I'm not your bro" Clay replied.
"So you don't want be friends? You don't wanna hang out?" the guy teased, chuckling to himself.
"You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you," you said angrily.
Clay squeezed your hand, and you glanced up at him. He gave you a look you knew all too well, one that told you to stop while you were ahead. You only rolled your eyes at him before going back to glaring at the guy.
"Let it go, Trent," the girl next to Trent placed a hand on his arm, trying to diffuse the situation.
"It's not me. This guys being a dick," you and Clay both scoffed at him.
"Yeah, it's me. Obviously, I'm the one being a dick" Clay said sarcastically, "sir, thank you very much anyways" Clay said politely to the clerk.
"Yep" the clerk replied with a tight lipped smile.
"I'm sorry," the girl said to Clay as you walked past.
"Thank you" Clay replied quietly before he gently tugged you out of the gas station.
You let go of Clay's hand to grab the helmet sitting on the back of his motorcycle, "god, that clerk was such a condescending jerk! How much you wanna bet he was the owner? And that fucking dickhead too! What is it with the people around here?" you ranted, annoyed.
You looked up when Clay didn't respond. You saw him taping a flyer to the back of a black SUV you hadn't noticed before. There weren't any other vehicles, so it must have belonged to the dickhead guy. You chuckled.
"What?" you only shook your head at him with a smile before putting your helmet on.
Clay swung his leg over the seat of his motorcycle, and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You watched Trent and the rest of his buddies get back into their car. One of the guys got into the trunk, reaching up and pulling it shut. You watched them drive away, Whitney's missing poster stuck to the trunk.
Clay kicked the ignition and you felt the engine rumble to life beneath you before he pulled out of the parking lot. You were only on the road for a few minutes when a cop car flashed it's lights behind you. You felt Clay's chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh as he pulled off to the side of the road. You leaned back slightly and quickly ripped off your helmet.
"Do you know why we're getting pulled over?" you questioned him, "is it cause you're not wearing a helmet? I've told you a million times-"
He cut you off, "it's not that. Just let me do the talking, alright?"
You heard a car door open and close behind you, "welcome back, Clay," the police officer called out as he started walking over.
"You mean that, Officer Bracke?" Clay replied sarcastically.
"And I see you brought a friend this time," the officer said as he approached. He sighed as he pulled off his large aviators, and you knew he was going to try to sympathize, "son, I know you think we're not on your side, that we're just a bunch of dumb country hicks out here."
'That's putting it lightly,' you thought.
"I put two, ten year veterans on that case. We did three dozen interviews and ran a county wide search for your sister. You know how many thousands of people disappear every year, even in this state alone? There's no evidence that anything happened to Whitney or any of those other kids at Crystal Lake," the cop explained, and you rolled your eyes, not caring if he saw.
"There's no car, no witnesses. Nothing. One of those kids was her boyfriend, right?"
"Right," Clay replied with a nod.
"Well, they probably just took off together," it was taking all your self control to not start yelling.
Clay scoffed, "our mother just died of cancer. Did I tell you that?"
"No, sir."
"Well, she did. She was sick for a long time and Whitney took care of her every single day. And then my sister didn't show up for the funeral. See, you just don't know my sister. That's not possible," Clay explained.
"Well, she's not here, son. I would suggest taking your friend here, and try looking someplace else. That's what the other families are doing," the cop said as he placed his aviators back on his face, having used up all the sympathy he had for that day.
The cop turned and started walking back towards his cruiser, and you waited until you heard the car door shut before speaking, "what the actual fuck. The people around here continue to amaze me," you said as the cop drove past.
You looked up at Clay when he didn't say anything, or make a move to start his bike. You could see his jaw was clenched. He stared at the cop car as it drove down the the road, slowly becoming a small dot on the horizon.
"Are you okay?" you asked as you hugged him tight, leaning onto his shoulder.
"I'm fine."
You sighed, knowing that he was far from fine, "I'm sorry, honey. She's here, and we're gonna find her," you said before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," he said softly.
He kicked the ignition on and waited for you to put your helmet back on before pulling onto the road. The cop car had already faded away in the distance. You hoped you wouldn't be seeing him again.
The sun was still high in the sky even though it felt like you had been out all day. It wasn't sweltering hot, but with no cloud cover the sun was beating down on you. The only breeze you were getting was when Clay was speeding down the road.
You were surrounded by cornfields and farmland on either side. There weren't many houses around, and there were many miles in between each one. It took many minutes of driving before you made it to the next house. Clay pulled up and parked at the end of the dirt path that led to the front door. You looked around at the junk scattered in the front yard as the two of you got off Clay's bike. You got a sense of unease as goosebumps spread across your skin. You noticed Clay walking up the path towards the house, and you hurried to catch up with him. You gripped his arm once you were walking next to him. He chuckled as he glanced down at you.
"What? You scared?" he teased you.
"Uh, of course I am! What kind of a question is that?..." your voice trailed off as you continued to scan your surroundings.
"Hello?" Clay called out as you approached the door.
The front door was open, but the screen door was shut and locked. You had full view into the house through the glass. You could see into a cluttered kitchen. There was a large wreath hanging on the side of the fridge.
"Hello?" Clay called out again before knocking on the door a few times.
After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up, "looks like no ones home. Let's get the hell out of here," you let go of his arm to wrap your arms around yourself.
"Hold on, I'm gonna leave a flyer."
"Good idea, but hurry up, please."
Clay knelt down to open his backpack and get a flyer out. As he did this, an all black dog jumped up on the screen door, barking loudly. You both jumped back, you letting out a loud, "shit!" as you reached for Clay.
"Christ!" he exclaimed as the two of you watched the medium sized dog jump at the door while continuing to bark.
The dog growled as an older lady with graying hair came to the door. She grabbed the dogs collar and opened the door, an angry scowl on her face. You gripped Clays jacket tightly as you stood somewhat behind him.
"I just wanted to ask you a question" the dog barked again, startling both you and Clay.
"Hush!" the woman yelled at the dog.
"I wanted to ask you, um, if maybe you've seen somebody. My sister" Clay said shakily as he held up the flyer, "she came camping up around here with some friends and she's gone missing," the woman looked down at the flyer before looking back up at Clay.
"She ain't missing. She's dead," she said, matter of factly.
"What?"
"People go missing around here, they're gone for good. Outsiders come, they don't know where to walk. They bring trouble. We just wanna be left alone! And so does he," the lady explained.
"So does who?" Clay asked.
She didn't answer, she just reached out and pulled door closed.
"Ma'am, please. So does who?" she ignored Clay's plea, instead she turned and walked back into her house, pulling the dog along with her.
You looked up at Clay, who looked down at you with a terrified and confused expression, "what the hell do you think she was talking about?" he muttered as the two of you turned and began walking back toward his motorcycle.
"I don't know. Some local legend, maybe? I think every towns got 'em," Clay chewed at the nail on his thumb anxiously, "she doesn't know anything. She probably got told some scary story as a kid because all these small town hicks don't like 'outsiders.' We're gonna keep looking until we find Whitney," you reassured him.
Clay nodded as he leaned back against his back, still chewing on his nail. You sighed deeply as you walked to stand in front of him.
"What now?" you asked.
"We keep driving. Hit every house we see. Then we can try to search the camp," you nodded before the two of you got back onto his motorcycle.
You drove a ways down the road, the sun was starting to get low in the sky as you parked in front of a large, red barn. You could hear some sort of machinery buzzing inside. Clay hopped of the motorcycle, setting his backpack down before pulling off his jacket. You quickly snatched it from him, wrapping it around you. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a lopsided smile.
"You stay here this time, yeah?" you nodded, not wanting to deal with anymore weird country folk.
He leaned in and kissed you quick before turning and walking into the barn. After about a minute he came walking back out, and you heard somebody yelling from the barn. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you stood up. You saw Clay walking back over to you.
"What was that all about?" you asked, and he shook his head.
"Just another weirdo. Let's go."
The next house you pulled up to looked somewhat normal, so you walked with Clay up to the front door. It was a large vacation looking cabin. You knocked while Clay reached down to pull a flyer from his backpack.
"Hi, we're sorry to bother you. We're looking for someone and..." your voice trailed off as you recognized the girl in the doorway; ur was the girl from the gas station.
"Hey" she said, also recognizing the two of you.
You smiled and nodded back as a greeting.
"No luck?" she asked with a frown.
"No. No, not yet"
"May I?" she asked, reaching out for the flyer.
"Yeah" Clay said as he handed it to her.
"She's pretty."
"Thanks" Clay said quietly.
"Do you guys wanna come in for a second, grab a drink?" she asked.
"Uh..." you and Clay glanced at each other before looking back at her, " I don't think your boyfriend would like that too much" you nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry about it. He'll be fine" you and Clay glanced at each other again before you shrugged.
"Thanks" Clay said with a smile.
The two of you stepped into the house, the girl closing the door behind you. You followed her into what looked like the living room. You saw two guys sitting at at table eating, and another girl holding up a video camera. She pointed it over at the two of you, but you could see her aim it at Clay. You felt jealously begin to boil in your gut, but it didn't have long to simmer. The guy from before came out from the kitchen.
"Hey, Trent, uh, you remember..." she trailed off as she gestured to the two of you.
"Clay," he said.
"Y/N," you squeaked out, feeling a mix of anger and jealously.
Trent did not look too happy with the two of you, "Of course I remember Clay and Y/N. Why are they in my house?"
"Hey, new guy, and new girl. Beer?" the girl who was previously holding the video camera held out a beer can in both hands.
"No, no," Trent put out a hand to stop her before you could snap at her, "they've gotta get going. You got flyers to pass out, right?" you bit the inside of your cheek as to not flip out on this douchebag.
"Yeah," Clay said simply, "right"
"Look, if you're hungry, we-" Trent cut his girlfriend off.
"Okay. Look, Clay, Y/N, obviously she's just trying to be nice. But you two can't stay here. No offense, but this is a private party. I don't know you."
"No, you don't know us." Clay said.
"That's so funny, I just said that. Like two seconds ago, that I don't know you. I would probably leave soon before I get pissed off and you know..." Trent trailed off, and you stifled your laughter.
"Yeah?" Clay egged him on.
"Yeah," he replied sternly.
"What happens then?" Clay continued to antagonize him.
"Hey, look. Take it easy, Trent, all right?" the girl stepped between the boys, pressing a hand to Trent's chest, "I'll just- I'll walk you out, the three of you turned and walked toward the door.
"Jenna. Jenna, come on. Where are you going?" Trent called out, but she ignored him as she slammed the door behind her.
"Sorry about that" Jenna said to you.
"That's alright. It's his house, you know?" Clay said.
"Where's your car?" she asked as she looked around.
"I do not have a car, but I do have her" he said, as you walked up to his motorcycle.
"Nice!"
"Thanks"
"I bet she's fast. My uncle used to have a bike just like this."
"Oh, yeah. She goes real fast," Clay responded with a chuckle.
"So where you off to next?" Jenna asked after a moment of silence.
"Well, we haven't been to the other side of the lake yet, so we were probably gonna go check that out," Clay told her.
"You guys want some company?" she asked, and you could see the pleading look in her eyes.
You glanced at Clay before looking back at her, "we'd love some company," you told her.
Instead of taking his motorcycle, Jenna suggested you walk down the trail that circles the lake. You happily agreed and the three of you made your way toward the trail. You walked on Clay's right, while Jenna walked on his left. You walked in silence for a bit before Jenna spoke up.
"So you and your sister must be pretty close?"
"Yeah, we were pretty close when we were younger. But we kinda drifted, you know. I mean, I bailed when I was 17, and she stayed with my mom. Um, she kind of had to, I guess. I don't know, she's always been the responsible one" Clay explained.
"So, when's the last time you talked to her?" Jenna asked.
"Uh, about six months ago. We got into a fight, actually. She uh, she called and said she wanted to see me. Said she was counting on me, and I never showed."
"Hold on," you said as you knelt down on the side of the trail.
You picked up the object from the ground, twirling it around in your hands. Clay and Jenna came over too look over your shoulder at what you had found.
"What is that?" Jenna asked.
Clay leaned down and you handed it to him, "it's a GPS," he said as you stood back up and continued walking.
Clay handed it back to you after examining it more closely. The screen was cracked and it wouldn't turn on. You shoved it into your back pocket and continued down the trail. You walked a few more minutes before coming across the entrance to a camp. The sign above the entrance read CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE in fading white pain. You felt yourself shiver as you read the words, and you hugged Clay's jacket tighter around you.
The three of you searched all the old cabins. They were decrepit and dusty. All the old furniture was still there. The bunk beds and dressers, old lamps and toys. It was eerie to see all of the old things. You wondered how long it had been since camp had actually been held here.
The sun had set by the time you had searched almost all the cabins. Fortunately, Clay had packed two flashlights in his backpack. You gave yours to Jenna, as you could see the fear is her eyes. You did your best to stay close to Clay.
"Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back" Clay said as you walked toward the final cabin.
The cabin was just as old and dirty as the rest. There were dirty baby dolls and other toys scattered all over the floor, along with the the bunk beds that were falling apart. A matted teddy bear in the corner of the room made you want to turn back for the door.
"You really should call the police" Jenna said, and you turned and hurried over to them when you realized they had moved a room over.
"I've already called. They're not looking for her anymore. No one is, except for us" Clay replied.
"Then they should look harder because-" Jenna was cut off by the floorboards breaking underneath her foot, she gasped is surprise, "ow!" she cried out as her foot fell a few inches to the dirt ground below.
"You all right?" you asked as you reached your hand out for hers.
"I'm okay, I'm okay" she lifted her foot out of the hole, bringing it up to rub her ankle.
"You sure?" Clay asked.
She nodded, "yeah."
Clay reached down and picked up a dirt crusted baby doll from out of the hole in the floor.
"Please put that nasty ass thing down," you said, and he promptly threw the doll back on the floor.
"Let's get out of here," you nodded at his words.
"Yes please."
The three of you quickly made your way out of the cabin. You walked down the dirt path until Clay's flashlight began to flicker before turning off completely.
"Give me a sec, I gotta change my batteries," Clay said as he stopped to kneel down and get some batteries out of his backpack.
Jenna shined her flashlight down so he could see while you scanned your surroundings. Surprisingly, there were still some lights on the outside of the cabins that still worked. It didn't help much in illuminating the camp, though. Suddenly, you heard rustling in the distance behind you. The three of your heads shot toward the noise.
"Someone's coming," Clay said before he got up and grabbed your hand.
"Oh shit. Let's go" Jenna said, grabbing onto your arm.
Clay pulled the two of you along to a canoe holder a few feet away. You helped Jenna slide underneath before you followed quickly behind. Clay squished himself next to you and the three of you laid there silently. Jenna held a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing. A tall, shadowy figure came walking down the main trail that cut through the whole camp. You couldn't make out many details in the darkness, but as they approached Clay's discarded backpack, it looked like a body bag was slung over their shoulder. You held tightly onto Clay's arm as you did your best to keep your breathing steady.
The figure walked up to Clay's backpack, and threw what they had been carrying to the ground with a loud thump. Now you were certain it was a dead body as you stared at the bloody stump where their head used to be. Your eyes widened and your hand flew to your mouth to stop the scream rising in your throat. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You held on tighter to Clay's arm, surely leaving imprints in his skin.
You saw the figure pick up Clay's backpack before tossing it back down. They then turned and walked off. You didn't know what he was doing at first, but it didn't matter. Clay quickly slid out from underneath the canoes and reached down to pull you out. You helped him yank Jenna out before the three of you then ran quietly to hide behind a nearby tree. You saw that whoever it was had turned on a large spotlight before walking back over to where you had been previously hiding. They angrily ripped the canoes off their holders, throwing them to the ground haphazardly. They looked around for a few seconds before they lifted the body back up and threw it over their shoulder. They grabbed Clay's backpack with their free hand and started walking towards one of the cabins.
"Wheres he going?" Clay whispered as he crept towards another tree, trying to keep the figure in sight.
"Oh my god. We gotta go," Jenna whispered frantically, but Clay shushed her.
"I gotta follow him," you grabbed Clays arm.
"Are you insane?!" you whisper yelled at him.
"He had a dead body. We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends," Jenna added.
"Jenna's right, we need to get the fuck out of here."
"Okay, okay" Clay said as he turned to follow you and Jenna.
You crept around quietly until you were a few cabins down, the. you started running. The three of you sprinted out of the camp, Jenna leading while you ran behind her. Clay took up the rear as you made your way back towards the house. You had only made it about half way when Jenna tripped over something in front of you. You stopped and helped her up.
"You okay?" Clay asked her.
"Yeah" she replied, breathlessly.
"What the hell is that?" you asked as you knelt down next to Clay.
He pulled up in a string that was at about ankle height across the path. Jenna grabbed your arm and tugged you up.
"Come on, let's go."
You continued running down the trail, following close behind Jenna. You ran for what felt like hours. Your heart continued to pound loudly in your ears as you struggled to breath. You crossed over a small bridge, a landmark that told you that you were getting close. You forced your legs to keep moving as you could see the house come into view.
"Thank god" you muttered, using the last of your strength to make it to the house.
You ran up the steps to the back of the house. Jenna shoved it open and the three of you rushed inside. Jenna went into the living room while Clay slammed the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you turned the lock.
"Shit! You scared the piss out of me," one of the guys from earlier exclaimed.
Your relief was short lived as you remembered who's house you were in. Clay looked out the glass of the doors, scanning the tree line to make sure that person wasn't following you. You stood next to him with your hands cupped up against the glass as you peered out into the moonlight night.
"Where is everybody? T-There's a guy out there carrying a dead body!" Jenna told her friend.
"We need to find a phone," Clay muttered to you, "Jenna, where's the phone?" he asked her.
"Uh, I-I don't know. Over there?" she pointed toward the kitchen.
"You fucking with me cause I'm high? That's totally not cool cause I just finished smoking, okay?" Jenna's friend asked shakily.
Your eyes darted everywhere searching for the landline. You spotted it on the counter and you jogged over to pick it up. Clay was close behind as you picked it up off the receiver and passed it to him with shaky hands. He quickly dialed 911.
"Hi, I'd like to report a homicide. Uh, Clay Miller. Yeah, I'm at a house by Crystal lake. It's... Yeah, that's it. Hurry," he said into the phone before hanging up, "they said they're sending someone," he said to the room as he sped walked back over to the back door; you followed him close behind.
"Police?" you noticed Jenna's friend holding a bright purple bong in his hand, and you let out a sort laugh.
"Yeah," Clay replied as he brushed past the guy.
"Where is everybody else?" Jenna asked again.
"I don't know. I've been here all day. Chelsea and Nolan left, like, hours ago to the lake," the guy explained as was getting increasingly more panicked.
"Well, what about Trent? Bree?"
"They're in the bedroom."
You glanced over when you heard him say that, and Jenna gave you an annoyed look.
"Uh oh," you muttered, wondering if you'd have to deal with a breakup in the middle of all this shit.
"What?" Clay asked you franticly, not paying attention to anything else but keeping watch.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing" you assured him as you turned back to look out the window.
Jenna came back after a minute without Trent or Bree. Now you really hated this guy. You were just about to go over and ask if she needed you to get Clay to break the door down, when all the lights in the house went out.
"Oh fuck" you muttered.
"Who's messing with the lights?" you heard Trent yell as he walked into the living room.
"Oh shit. Chewie's still out there," you heard Jenna's friend say.
You watched Clay put the phone to his ear before shaking his head, "phones dead. Jenna, do you have a cell phone? Do you have anything?"
"No, nothing has signal" she told him.
"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Trent yelled as him and who you guessed was Bree walked into the living room.
"Trent-" Jenna tried to stop him, but he ignored her, continuing to yell over her.
"Get the fuck out!" he yelled at you.
"Easy" Clay yelled back.
"They're just trying to help us!" Jenna pleaded.
"Oh and you, you leave with them for eight hours, fucking all over the woods? You know what? Why don't you get the fuck out too?" Trent said angrily to Jenna.
You were running off so much adrenaline at that point that you couldn't stop the words that came out of your mouth, "are you fucking kidding me, bro? You say that like you and Bree weren't just up there fucking! We've been dealing with a murderer, so maybe you should shut the fuck up!" you truly didn't care what these people thought of you, so the burning embarrassment you thought would follow your rant, never came.
Clay backed you up, yelling just as loud, if not louder, "listen, dumb shit! There's a bigger problem-" Trent cut Clay off by pushing him back.
"Are you serious? There is a killer out there! He's the one who cut the lights!" Clay shouted as Jenna stepped in front of Trent.
You didn't make a move to stop Clay. You honestly wanted him to knock this guy out. You'd rather do it yourself, but it would be just as satisfying watching Clay knock the guy to the floor.
"Trent, don't you get it? Chelsea and Nolan never came back," Jenna continued to plead with Trent, "Lawrence, what are you doing?" Jenna questioned her friend as he grabbed a hanging frying pan from off its hook and headed for the back door.
"My boys still out there. I'm gonna go get him" he replied.
"That's a really bad idea, dude," you told him.
"Yeah, don't go out there. Please" Clay pleaded with him.
"Look, I told you, all right? You can't get a handle on me. I'll surprise you every time," he said with a confident smirk before heading out the back door.
'He's fucking dead,' you thought as you shook your head.
"Guys this is bullshit. The power goes out here all the time" Trent said after all of you had waited for Lawrence in silence for a while.
Suddenly, you heard screams in the distance.
"Help me!" you heard Lawrence scream from outside, "help! Help me! Please, help me!"
"Lawrence," Jenna said before running toward the back door.
Clay stepped in front of her put his hands out to stop her, "no, no, no. You can't go out there."
"We have to help him." she said.
"No, we can't-"
You cut Clay off, "he's just using your friend as bait. He wants us to go out, because the second we do, he's gonna get us too.
"Look, you don't know that," Trent said, but the shake in his voice told you that he wasn't so sure.
"Jesus, where are the police?" Bree cried out before walking into the kitchen out of view.
You could still hear Lawrence screaming for help in the distance, "I can't move!"
"Look, we have to help him," Jenna said, but you just shook your head no.
You all stood there in silence, other than Lawrence's screams, "I can't die like this! Help me, please! Trent!" you wanted to help him, but what help would you be to him dead?
"Somebody has to do something! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Bree yelled frantically as she began to sob.
You heard one final scream from outside, then nothing. All you could hear now were the sounds of Bree sobbing. Jenna reluctantly turned and walked over to where Bree was sat on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest.
"Everything's going to be okay. The cops are on their way" Jenna said to Bree as she knelt down next to her.
"You hear that?" you whispered to Clay.
He nodded, "yeah. Nothing."
A shiver ran down your spine as you realized Lawrence was most likely dead. The realization made your heart begin to pound loudly in your ears again. You couldn't hear anything over the thumping as the events of the last few hours flashed through your mind. You felt warm hands on your shoulders before being turned to the left.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" Clay asked you with a concerned look on his face.
"Y-Yeah," you lied.
"Listen to me. I am not going to let anything happen to you. We are both gonna get out of this alive," he told you firmly, but still being gentle with you at the same time.
You nodded furiously as the tears began to well up in your eyes. Clay wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He held you close, rubbing your back softly as you sniffed, trying to keep the tears in. You jumped when you heard sudden banging, and you turned to see Trent walking up the stairs. You also noticed the phone lying in pieces on the ground.
"W-What are you doing?" Clay asked him
Trent ignored him, continuing up the stairs. Bree went up after him soon after. You and Clay went back over to look out the back doors. Jenna came over and stood next to you, handing both of you a flashlight.
A few minutes passed when a knocking on the door made Jenna jump and let out a gasp. Clay shushed her. The three of you stood still as statues.
"Police!" you heard someone yell from the door.
"Oh, thank god" Jenna said as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding it.
"Go, go" Clay ushered you to the front door.
"Police, open up!"
Jenna pushed the curtain back to the window next to the door. Before you could pull the door open, a sharp object came through it, the tip of it just barely missing your eye. You were frozen in fear as Jenna screamed and sprinted away from the door.
"Oh shit. Oh shit. Go, go, go" Clay grabbed you but the waist and yanked you away from the door.
You were snapped out of your shock and the three of you ran up the stairs and into the first room you found. Clay ran over to shut any open windows.
"Get the door," Clay said.
"Okay, shit," Jenna muttered as you both turned; she let out a short scream when Trent appeared in the door way, making you jump slightly.
"What are you doing? Is he in the house?" Trent asked.
"He killed the cop" Jenna told him.
Trent cocked the pistol he was holding.
"What the fuck, you've got a gun? Let's go, now!" Clay gestured toward the gun then out the door.
You rushed quickly out of the room. Suddenly, Trent stopped and turned to shoot a few shots into the closet.
"For fucks sake!" you yelled as your hands flew up to cover your ears.
"Jesus! What are you doing!? Give me the gun!" Clay yelled at him.
You heard a thud inside the next room to your right.
"Someone's in there," Jenna said with a shake in her voice.
Clay pushed you and Jenna back as Trent turned around started shooting blindly at the closed door.
"Check it out" Clay ordered him.
Trent walked slowly toward the door before turning the handle and attempting to push it open. It seemed like something was in the way, but after one final push, it opened. Trent leaned in to check before he quickly out and shut the door.
"Bree's dead. He killed Bree!" he shouted before turning and running down the stairs.
The three of you followed him down the stairs and to the front door. Clay unlocked it and pulled the door open.
"Holy fuck" you heard the shake in your own voice as you saw the cop; a fire poker had been jabbed through his eye, and you shuddered at the fact that you could have suffered a similar fate. Clay patted down the cop, in hopes of finding anything useful.
"There's no gun, no keys, nothing. Let's go," you ran toward the cop car and Trent tried opening the passenger door with no luck.
You followed Clay to his motorcycle, "where are the keys?" he asked as he searched around for them.
"I don't know!" you replied, continuing to frantically search the ground for them.
"Help! We got officers down!" you heard Trent yell into what you assumed was the cops radio.
"My keys are gone. Where are my keys? Are they in my jacket?" you shoved your hands into the pockets of his jacket that you were wearing, finding them empty.
"No, I don't know where they are!"
"Hey Jenna, fuck these two. Let's get out of here!" Trent turned to grab at the radio again when suddenly, Bree's dead body fell on top of the hood of the cop car; the windshield shattered as Trent began to scream.
Jenna screamed too as Clay began pushing both of you you, "go, go, go!" he repeated as he pushed you toward the woods.
You ran down the trail that went around the lake, and back toward the camp. You jogged the way you had went earlier that day. When you got to the entrance of the camp, Clay led you off on a side path you hadn't noticed before.
"He was headed this way. Come on" you followed Clay to the large cabin you saw the figure walking towards earlier.
You snuck your way inside. Clay led as you held onto his hand tightly, your other arm linked with Jenna's as you crept through the cabin. The place was a decaying mess, just like the rest of the cabins had been. This one was bigger though, and it looked like it had been a counselor cabin. The more you looked around, the more it looked like someone's actual house. As you were walking through the house, you thought you heard distant, muffled screaming.
Clay stopped, seemingly he had heard it too, "did you hear that?" Clay asked and you nodded.
"What was that?" Clay shushed Jenna, and the three of you stood there in silence for a moment.
You heard another scream and it sounded like it came from below you.
"What the fuck..." Clay muttered as he began pushing debris aside with his foot. He used the small pickaxe tool he had found earlier to pull open what seemed to be some sort of basement or cellar door.
You shined your flashlight down to see that it was only a few feet deep. Clay dropped down into the hole before helping you and Jenna down. You crouched down and crawled into what looked like old mining tunnels. They were cluttered with old camping equipment, and other random junk. There was the occasional lantern hung up to keep the tunnels lit.
You walked quietly through the tunnels before coming to a fork. Clay looked at both of his options before turning down the right path.
"This way," Clay said before leading the way down the long tunnel.
The tunnel led to another cluttered area. Off to the right, you saw Whitney chained up and sat on a dirty mattress on the floor.
"Clay? Y/N?" she said in disbelief.
"Whitney? Whitney!" Clay said as he rushed over to her.
"Oh my god, Whitney!" you exclaimed as you followed him.
You were surprised to see her still alive. You were beyond thankful, but after seeing that headless body, your hope of finding her had diminished greatly.
"Thank god," Clay knelt down and hugged her.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he held her close.
"Yeah. Thank god," she echoed.
"You're okay. You're okay. Oh god," he said as he pulled away, holding her face in his hands.
You knelt down next to her and looked down at the chains holding her in place.
"Just get me out of here," Whitney begged.
"We will, we're gonna get you out of here" you told her as you aimed the flashlight down so Clay could see.
"Come on, you guys, let's go," Jenna said frantically from behind you.
"Can you break it? Just break it," Whitney said.
Clay picked up his pickaxe and Whitney held her hands up on a box next to her. You reached over and helped to keep her hands apart and steady. It was a futile effort, as all your hand were shaking.
"Hold still" Clay told her.
"Please hurry," Whitney cried.
Clay reared back then whacked the pickaxe down, missing the chain.
"We gotta get out of here" you heard Jenna whimper from behind you.
"I don't wanna hit you," he said, worriedly.
"Just fucking do it!" Whitney said.
"Okay, okay" Clay took another swing, missing again.
You heard a loud thud in the distance.
"Oh god" Whitney whispered.
One more swing and Clay broke the chain.
"You guys, I can see him. He's coming," Jenna said as she ran back toward you.
"We gotta go," you said as you stood up.
"Grab onto me," Clay told Whitney as he wrapped his arm around her middle.
You helped him lift her up off the ground and the four of you started running down the tunnel, the opposite way of which you came. You ran a few minutes before Jenna stopped in front of you.
"It's a dead end. What are we gonna do?" you heard her say as you saw the end of the tunnel, "Clay?Hurry," Jenna pleaded as he looked around for a way out.
"Here. Here!" Clay pushed on a grate that was above you; he pulled and yanked on it but it wouldn't budge.
He looked down in front of him at a pile of boxes, "we can get through here," you and Clay knocked them down to reveal a small opening in the dirt wall.
"Follow me," Clay said before he crawled in first.
He turned around and stuck his hand out to Whitney, and you ushered her inside. You quickly followed, taking Clay's hand and letting him pull you in. You turned around to help Jenna.
"Give me your hand, Jenna. Come on hurry. Okay, I got you," Clay said as he grabbed Jenna's hand.
Before you could pull her all the way in, a machete was plunged through Jennas chest. Whitney screamed as you all fell back.
"Oh my- fuck! Jesus, god, no," Clay tried to grab Jenna's outstretched hand.
"Clay no, come on. Clay!" Whitney said as you both tried to pull him back.
"Oh, fuck" he muttered as the blade was pulled back out of Jenna, and the man pushed her lifeless body to the side.
"She's gone Clay, we gotta go!" you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
You ran down the tunnel as fast as you could. As you were running, Whitney accidentally kicked a box with her foot, knocking over a lantern. You heard it shatter on the ground and the loud whoosh of the flames you felt the heat behind you. You hoped that would slow the bastard down.
"Look. I think this might be a way out" Whitney said as you reached a wooden ladder leading up.
Clay climbed up, pushing floorboards out of the way, "alright. Let's go. Come on. Hurry," Clay said once he decided the coast was clear.
You let Whitney go up first, checking behind you as she climbed up the rickety ladder. Clay pulled her up before reaching down to help you.
"Come on," you climbed up and reached out for his hand, letting him pull you up and out of the hole, "let's go," he said as he turned and started walking.
You quickly realized you were in an overturned bus. Clay walked to the other end of it with you and Whitney close behind. The door to leave was above you, and Clay yanked and hit at it to get it open.
"Shit, it's stuck," Clay muttered.
Finally he was able to yank on the handle and it squeaked open. Clay climbed out before reaching down to help you.
"Give me your hand!" Clay called down to you.
You helped push Whitney up and out of the hole as she reached for Clays hand.
"On three. One, two-" before he could finish, something pulled him back.
"Run! Whitney, Y/N, get-" he was cut off as he was yanked away.
"Clay!" Whitney yelled.
"Clay!" you echoed her.
"Stop it!" Whitney yelled as Clays head was smashed through a window above you.
"No! Clay!" you looked up and saw the man who had been terrorizing you; his face was covered by a hockey mask, but you could see his wide eyes staring down at you.
"Shit. Shit, what do we do?" Whitney cried.
"We hide. Move, move" you pushed her toward the other end of the bus.
Whitney climbed up onto a small ledge above the hole you just came out of. You crouched down to the left behind a row of bus seats at the very back of the bus. You stayed quiet as the man walked slowly over to the hole before looking down into it.
"Fuck you," you heard Whitney spit.
You peeled out from your hiding spot to watch her use both her feet to kick him backwards, causing him to fall into the hole.
She hopped off the ledge, tripping and falling face first on the floor. The man came up out of the hole and grabbed onto Whitney's ankle. She screamed as she tried to crawl froward. Her nails scraped along the metal of the bus. She kicked at the man's face, but he didn't let go. She continued to scream as you looked around for anything to help. You noticed a plank and your feet, and you lifted it up over his head. You brought it down hard, knocking him down into the hole and forcing him to release his grip on Whitney's ankle. You jumped over the hole and helped Whitney to her feet as you heard creaking above you.
"Y/N! Whitney!" Clay yelled from above you.
"Clay!" Whitney called back, running toward the other end of the bus, you close behind.
The rain started to pour down onto the three of you as Clay helped you out of the bus. You helped push Whitney up before Clay pulled you up. He helped the two of you hop off the side of the bus before you started running off into the woods as the rain soaked through your clothes. You ran for awhile before coming across the barn you had stopped at earlier in the day. Clay made sure the coast was clear before waving you over.
"Hide" Clay whispered as you stepped into the cluttered barn.
Whitney grabbed onto your hand and pulled you to the left, the two of you crouching down behind a pile of random junk. Clay walked further into barn as you knelt down behind some boxes with Whitney. Suddenly you heard a loud crash. You couldn't see their fight from where you were crouched down. Whitney stood up slightly and peeked out to watch. You waited a few seconds before looking over her shoulder.
The man pulled out his machete and swung it at Clay. Your whole body tensed as Clay dodged the blade and pushed the masked man back into the wall. He was quick to flip Clay around and slam him against a huge wood chipper. It whirred to life, and you recognized it to be the machinery you had heard earlier that day. The man threw Clay to the floor before picking him back up by his hair, pushing his head toward the spinning blades of the wood chipper.
"Shit, Whitney, we have to do something or he's gonna kill Clay," Whitney looked like she was thinking before she stood up and walked to the center of the barn.
"Whitney, wait!" you whisper yelled, but she didn't listen.
You stayed hidden, looking around for some kind of weapon. You saw a metal baseball bat lying in the grassy floor next to you. You picked it up and readied yourself to run out if you needed to.
"Jason," Whitney called out.
You watched him turn and look at her. She held something up, it looked like a necklace of some sort. You peered out and watched the killer throw Clay to the ground.
"It's okay," Whitney said as she began to walk closer to him, "you can stop now. It's okay," you didn't know what the hell she was doing, but it was too late to stop her now.
You watched Clay charge him, hitting him with something in his back. You stood and rushed over as Clay wrapped chain around his neck. Whitney took the other end of the chain and threw it into the wood chipper. The chain got stuck, and yanked Jason into the air by his neck. He thrashed around in the air, trying to get free, with no luck. Clay walked around him and back over to you and Whitney.
Suddenly, the board snapped that the chain was wrapped around snapped, causing Jason to fall to the floor. He quickly got back up, grabbing a piece of the broken wood and hitting Clay across the face with it. He went flying backwards until he hit the wall of the barn, falling to the floor. Jason then turned and hit you in the stomach, causing you to fly backwards too. You landed in a pile of junk, every part of your body aching.
"Y/N!?" you only groaned in pain as you felt a pair of hands grab you, "Y/N! Are you okay?" Clay pulled you up and into his arms.
"I don't know" he held you up as he helped you walk back towards Whitney.
You looked over and saw Jason, laying back against the wood chipper, covered in blood with a machete in his chest. You then looked over at Clay, who had a cut on his left cheek. You reached up and cupped his cheek gently. You also noticed the bruise already forming on his chin where he had been hit with the plank of wood.
"Can you stand?" he asked you.
You nodded as you tried to put your weight back into your wobbly legs, "I think so. Let's get out of here, leave this for someone else."
"What if he..." Whitney trailed off.
"He won't. There's no way. Let's just get the hell out of here!"
Whitney nodded in agreement. The three of you started to head out of the barn, Clay keeping you upright with an arm around your middle. Whitney was on your either side, holding you up as well.
You couldn't help but take one last look behind you, and you could have sworn you saw him twitch. You ignored it, telling yourself that it was finally over.
"I told you we'd make it out alive," Clay said with a weak smile.
"I told you we'd find Whitney," you kissed his cheek before doing the same to Whitney, and she chuckled, which made smile.
#friday the 13th#friday the 13th movie#friday the 13th 2009#clay miller#clay miller x reader#jason vorhees#female reader#friday the 13th x reader#friday the 13th 2009 x reader#x reader#userbored-writer101#jared padalecki#jared padalecki character x reader#jared padalecki character
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We're Not Just Messin' Around (18+ One Shot)
Pairing(s): Liv Morgan/OFC
Summary: Liv and Harper have always had an unspoken attraction to one another. That attraction comes to a boiling point during a long day of traveling...
Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content that I make sure to tag isn't your cup of tea, do not read it. Also- I always try to get certain themes as accurate as possible but I'm not perfect. Either way, I hope you enjoy!!🖤🖤🖤
Tags: 18+, mommy dom!ofc, sub!Liv, mommy kink, consensual kink, friends to lovers.
Word Count: 2,297
Those of us in the Smackdown roster had a long day of travel ahead of us.
We were headed to Boston, but we had a 3 hour and 25-minute layover in New York.
So, Liv, Lacey, and I had explored the town for a bit before we decided to come back to the airport with enough time to board our plane.
I let Liv rest her head on my lap as we waited for our flight to be called and I slowly carded my fingers through her silky blonde hair…
It felt nice to have these moments with her where it felt like it was just us in our own little world.
Liv and I often skirted the line between just friends and romantic partners.
Neither of us ever denied having feelings for each other whenever people asked-and they asked a lot.
But we never unpacked any of that.
I guess I should thank Lacey for how this situation ended…
‘’Mommy… wait… mommyyy…’’ Liv suddenly mumbled, giggling softly in her sleep.
An amused smirk lit up my face and I was about to let her continue sleeping, until…
‘’I’ll be good, mommy…’’ I heard Liv mumble.
The words were mumbled so low, I thought I was the only one who caught them.
My hands paused in her hair, but still, I let her sleep.
‘’… Harper,’’ She moaned softly and let out another giggle.
Oh.
Well, dang…
Suddenly, Liv and I had plenty more to unpack, but first I had to deal with Lacey.
‘’… Liv. Wake up. Now.’’ Lacey said sternly, shaking Liv’s shoulder a bit harshly.
‘’Dude, relax.’’ I said to Lacey, but she ignored me.
‘’Liv, wake up.’’ Lacey barked again, leaning over me to shake Liv awake once again.
Irritated that she was ignoring me, I batted her hands away from Liv.
But it was too late.
Liv woke up, apologized for falling asleep on my lap and she asked if our flight had been called already.
‘’Nah, not yet. I think you were having a nightmare, though. So, we had to wake you.’’
I said to Liv while I eyed Lacey, practically daring her to embarrass Liv in any kind of way and especially in front of me.
‘’Oh,’’ Liv said as she let out a soft and sleepy chuckle.
But I could tell that she hadn’t missed the animosity between Lacey and I.
Lacey clearly took my demeanor as a challenge because after a few seconds of awkward silence, she asked to speak with Liv in private.
Against my better judgement, I let out a stern ‘’No.’’
‘’Woahh, H. It’s fine,’’ Liv said, staring between myself and Lacey.
I wanted to shield Liv from what I knew was going to be a full-on verbal lashing on Lacey’s end.
And I didn’t want to air this all out in an airport of all places.
But sure enough, when Liv and Lacey returned from the airport bathroom, I immediately noticed that Liv’s eyes were red-rimmed and teary.
The sight of her and how self-satisfied Lacey looked made me see red.
‘’The fuck did you say to her, Lacey?’’ I hissed at Lacey as I met her and Liv halfway.
Liv bypassed us both and went to fiddle with her carry-on bags as I was laser-focused in on Lacey.
‘’Ohhh, MomMy to the rescue, huh?’’ Lacey scoffed. ‘’Mind your business, child.’’
I laughed incredulously at her audacity.
‘’Hol’ up… Wait. You’re the grown adult having a meltdown over a dream that someone else had- something that doesn’t affect you directly in any way. Acting like someone committed a crime against you or some shit. But I’M the child? Get a fuckin grip, dude-‘’ I began to argue, my voice raising an octave.
Liv suddenly stepped an inch between myself and Lacey, holding onto my arm.
The hesitant way Liv reached out to me made my heart crack a bit.
‘’Harper, let it go. It’s fine. Let’s not get kicked outta here, okay? We have somewhere to be.’’ Liv murmured to me, avoiding both mine and Lacey’s gaze.
I hated the downcast look in Liv’s eyes.
I hated the way she seemed to shrink into herself, like she wanted the ground to swallow her.
Like she had anything to be ashamed of.
The whole thing was so fucking ridiculous; I couldn’t believe it.
And as she came into my line of vision, I was reminded of the fact that I wanted to minimize her obvious embarrassment.
Yet here I was, almost losing my shit and blowing up the whole situation instead of diffusing it.
Was the idea of Liv wanting to call me ‘Mommy’ a bit jarring?
Sure, maybe.
Mainly because like I said, any flirtatious interaction between us never crossed the line into anything else.
But at the same time… I had to admit that the idea was intriguing.
And sweet…
And the way it sounded coming from her lips did things to my heart and other places…
Due to our comfort level with one another, the idea of trying anything like that with Liv didn’t feel daunting or scary in any way.
But I wanted to earn that title, not demand it from her just because I now knew that she was interested in some way.
Now it was just a matter of talking things out and seeing where Liv’s head was at…
~~
I ended up switching my airline ticket along with Liv’s.
We didn’t care if we got into the next town a bit later, we just wanted to get away from Lacey and the whole fiasco for as long as we could.
Lacey had three whole seats to herself now and she could barely look Liv in the eye, so she didn’t bother complaining.
When we boarded the plane, I obviously asked Liv what went down between her and Lacey when they spoke in private.
She didn’t wanna touch the subject and so I let it go.
It wasn’t till we landed and got to our hotel room that Liv finally filled me in on the shitshow caused by Lacey in the airport bathroom.
After some reassuring that we were cool but that we’d talk about things later, Liv and I decided to chill out in our usual shared hotel room together.
‘’It was a mess, dude.’’ Liv said, smiling though I could see she was doing a shitty job at pretending to find the whole thing laughable now.
With every word-for-word recount that left Liv’s mouth, my jaw dropped further and further.
Again, I scoffed at Lacey having the nerve to call me a child.
‘’She made me feel like a fucking predator or something…’’ Liv laughed softly again, but this time her eyes watered just as they did hours ago at the airport and I didn’t miss the soft sniffle that followed.
As Liv finally fell apart, I held her tightly against me.
Again, I reassured her that things were okay.
That she wasn’t a predator.
She was far from it.
And for Lacey to equate a certain kink personal preference with someone being a predator was absolutely insane.
It was bullshit.
‘’As long as you are also with a consenting adult and no physical, emotional, or mental harm comes to neither of you- what’s the problem? Surely her husband has called her ‘baby’ a time or two. So, what’s the fuckin difference? Surely, he’s not referring to an actual baby considering she’s a whole grown ass woman…’’ I ranted.
‘’Have you spoken about this with other partners?’’ I asked once Liv had calmed down and we began pulling back the comforter on the bed to settle down for the night.
‘You’re making fun of me-‘’ Liv began, smirking slightly despite the uncomfortable look that resurfaced in her eye.
‘’I’m not making fun o’ you!’’ I laughed.
‘’Really,’’ I said quietly. ‘’I’m genuinely curious! Have you?... I mean you totally don’t have to answer.’’ I said, noticing her silence.
I let Liv process my question, not at all pushing her.
I could see that she was beyond hurt over Lacey’s reaction and it broke my heart.
I knew Liv needed time, especially with how horribly things went down with her former friend.
Lacey, who Liv has never made a single pass at, not even in a joking manner- and as I considered that fact, I had to wonder if deep down, Liv had always known that Lacey would react that way even if Liv had just been joking.
I know I wasn’t exactly shocked by Lacey’s reaction.
-On the surface, Lacey seemed like a cool, easygoing person.
-But once you got to know her, there were certain things about her that seemed… old fashioned, let’s put it that way.
‘’Honestly? It never really crossed my mind until… until you and I started joking about that stuff,’’ Liv replied, letting the words tumble out quickly as if she were ripping off a band-aid.
‘’Oh?’’ I said, raising a brow.
I chuckled at the light blush that dusted Liv’s cheeks as we finally slipped into bed, laying on our sides facing one another.
Again, she avoided my eyes.
‘’Liv. If you ever wanted to try something like that, I’d be totally down for it. We don’t have to jump into anything you don’t want to, though.’’ I said, chuckling again as Liv buried her face into the bed covers.
‘’Are you serious?’’ She said, peeking at me.
‘’Course!... Look, the cat’s outta the bag already. Isn’t it? So why keep denying ourselves of something that could be at the very least, fun? I’ve never been a Mommy to anyone, but I have to admit that being a Mommy to you doesn’t sound half bad.’’ I murmured and I slowly reached to thread our fingers loosely together.
For a moment, I was unaware of how close our lips had slowly become, until Liv closed the distance and pressed our lips together in about the sweetest kiss I’ve ever received in my entire life.
As much control as I was taking in this conversation, I melted against her almost instantly.
My body molded to Liv’s easily and I held the back of her thigh as she laid on top of me and she practically straddled my lap.
I hummed softly as her tongue swiped against my bottom lip slowly, I narrowly stopped myself from slipping my hand into her pj’s to cup her ass.
‘’I don’t if… I don’t know if I’m ready to call you that yet,’’ Liv said as we slowly pulled away.
She stayed perfectly content laying on top of me while I rubbed slow, affectionate circles along her back.
I let a few beats pass before I answered, continuing to rub Liv’s back and feeling her body slowly begin to sag against mine.
She felt warm against me.
Like a steady weight anchoring me to reality and feeling like an absolute dream all at once.
Moving my hands up into Liv’s hair and letting the soft strands slide along my fingers, I finally spoke up.
‘’That’s okay. There’s totally no rush.’’ I said, kissing her shoulder.
Both of us sighed contently as she cuddled further into me, and she covered us up with the duvet with only our heads sticking out.
By now our bodies felt furnaces but we didn’t care.
‘’It’s just… I mean I know we’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just… I’m overthinking, I guess.’’ Liv mumbled against the safety of my neck.
Once again, I told her it wasn’t an issue.
As we dived into this new territory, we’d definitely have to talk about things more openly, but again, there was no rush.
~~
It took Liv shorter than I expected to actually call me ‘’Mommy.’’
But, god… when it happened I felt absolutely elated.
It felt like I could walk on water if I wanted to.
To know that she trusted me that much made so fuckin’ happy.
That was about a year ago now.
But I can honestly say that I feel just as elated when I hear that word slip out of her beautiful lips as I did a year prior.
‘’Mommy, please… more…’’ Liv whimpered.
I raised a brow as I scanned her prone body, sweaty and reddened, just like I loved it.
Liv looked stunning like this, spread out on my bed with clothespins decorating her breasts, flogger prints all along her supple body, and that hazy look in her eye that told me she was completely under my spell.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
And I knew that would never get enough.
Running the flogger along her stomach and down toward her pussy, I then swirled it slowly before I brought it back down on her thighs with a loud popping sound.
I smirked at the yelp she let out and I felt my body respond along with hers, watching the way her body arched upwards, now wordlessly continuing to beg for ‘more, more, more…’
‘’More? More what, sweetheart?’’ I cooed, licking my lips and smirking as I watched her body once arch into my touch once again as I ran the flogger along her breasts.
The action tugged a bit on the clothespins that were snuggly attached to her tender flesh and my clit throbbed as she whimpered once again.
‘’I know what you want, babygirl…’’ I said in a show of mercy as Liv struggled to string a coherent thought together.
Overwhelmed tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks the second I tossed the flogger to the side, and I rubbed her soaking wet pussy with the pad of my middle finger.
I showered her with praise as she nodded rapidly, she looked absolutely stunning.
And she was mine.
Because she wanted to be.
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adeuce (accidentally) tries an edible
honestly the last one was so fun and easy to write, i had to try it with the trouble-making duo themselves. by the time im posting this, my birthday is in one day. all i ask is that you shoot me an ask. it can be anything really. i just want more mutuals on tumblr tbh. leona ver. idia ver. azul ver.
cw; drugs
telling ace and deuce not to touch something always results in them touching it. it didn't matter what it is. you could tell them not to touch a hot stove and next thing know, you're treating their hands for third degree burns.
ace was the heathen that always started it. he would get the urge to do it and exactly that as long as you weren't around.
and although you have more faith in deuce, he wasn't exactly an angel either. ace always managed to drag him into his scheme.
but it always ends with you giving them an earful that rivaled riddle's.
it was beginning to become a problem (especially for your snacks) so you came up with a plan.
don't them about it. if they didn't know, then they wouldn't touch anything right?
WRONG!
you had decided to take up a part time job at sam's mystery shop as crowely was a shitty headmaster and just barely provided you with thaumarks (or madol if you prefer) to maintain yourself.
you were planning to hangout with ace and deuce that night so you told them to go ahead and let themselves in.
which they happily did.
ace immediately planned to raid your kitchen. he always managed to find your secret stash no matter how many times you moved it.
deuce, as always, tried to stop him, but still ended up in the kitchen where they saw something that was equally as desirable as your snack stash.
the was a pan of delicious looking brownies just waiting to be eaten.
ace could feel himself drooling just looking at them. he immediately went to grab a piece when deuce. he gave the normal spiel of "you can't do that!" "you didn't ask!" "they'll get mad if you do!"
so what's one way to shut up a wannabe goody two shoes?
involve them in your crime.
ace went through with taking a piece. but instead of eating it himself, he stuffed it in deuce's mouth.
just as deuce was getting ready to complain, the flavor hit him. that shit... WAS SO GOOD HOLY FU-
it was almost a good as trey's baking (emphasis on the almost). it was so good and moist and- WAIT DID YOU ADD STRAWBERRIES?! ... deuce might've just fallen in love with a brownie.
ace was just having the audacity to smirk watching deuce dig his own grave. all it took was a light push on his behalf.
they both mutually agrees that the rest of those brownies had to go... in their mouths.
and about an half and hour later they were resting on your couch after finish the whole pan, well deuce wasn't really sitting. he was pacing because he knew you were going to be upset and ace's care free attitude was not helping.
it wasn't going to take long for you to get home and- opp there you go and suddenly somethings not right.
ace was feeling calm and giggly. way too calm for someone who was about to get cussed the fuck out. he would be freaked out, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.
deuce, on the other hand, was panicking like crazy. you would think that his momma was coming to beat his ass after doing something stupid.
out of the two, deuce immediately knew what was going on. he has gotten high before back in his delinquent days. now he's wondering why the fuck you had weed and where you got it from.
deuce's first reaction is grab ace and hide. but seeing as ace didn't want to move and deuce's cognitive functions were not functioning, they both fell to ground with a loud thud and a shit ton of giggles.
after hearing the noise all the way from the foyer, you ran to the living room only to find your two dumb idiots laying on the floor, one howling in laughter while the other one was in tears.
deuce's tear stricken face looked up at you in so much fear, it made you think that you were a monster intruding in on them.
but then you got to look at them. like REALLY look at them, and by the look in there eyes you could tell what was really going on.
oh yea you were definitely going to give them BOTH a reason to cry now.
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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.13 Kino [TRACK 2]
Original title: 報いを受ける日
Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 13 Kino
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno
Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue
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Track 2: Day of Retribution
Kino walks up to the door of your room.
“...I’ll get going now, but you better stay inside, okay? You’re still feeling under the weather, aren’t you?”
You frown.
“What’s with the frown?”
You voice your concern over the Ghouls.
“...And here I thought you were worried about me, but you’re actually concerned about those guys? Whether I treat them well or not depends entirely on their attitude. As long as they obey, I won’t harm them in any way.”
You seem upset.
“...Don’t look at me like that. …Haah. Then how about you keep an eye out?”
You tilt your head to the side.
“I’m suggesting that you join me. If you’re there with me, you’ll be able to intervene when necessary, right? Of course, if you do choose to tag along, it’ll be your own responsibility. I won’t take care of you if you collapse again. …So? What do you say?”
You ask him if he would mind if you tag along.
“I don’t really mind…really. ーー Let’s go then.”
Kino leaves the room.
*TIMESKIP*
You arrive at the meet-up location.
“...Huh?”
Kino looks around.
“I called an official meeting, but nobody’s here. …I can’t believe I’m actually the first one to arrive. Oh well, I’m sure they’ll show up sooner or later. Let’s wait for a bit.”
*TIMESKIP*
“...Che…”
You note that nobody seems to be coming.
“You thought I hadn’t figured that out myself? You’ve got a good view from here. Those bastards…They seriously aren’t going to show up!? …Are they protesting or something!? In that case, they’ve got some nerve…”
Kino walks up to you.
“Go ahead and return home before me.”
You ask Kino what he’s going to do.
“Isn’t that obvious? I’m going to look for the Ghouls. I need to know what their deal is, or else I’ll go crazy. I’m sorry, but I can’t take you with me this time. …Do you understand what I’m trying to say? You won’t be able to stop me, even if you try. They upset me. They deserve to be hurt.”
You frown.
“...If you don’t want to get hurt in the process, head home like I’m telling you to. …Do you understand?”
You nod and leave.
*TIMESKIP*
Kino returns home.
*Rustle*
“...I’m back.”
He enters the room.
“Hey, where is my smartphone? …Ah. There it is. Even if I can’t play any of my games, I just can’t relax without having it on me.”
*Rustle*
“Ahー I’m about to run out of battery. Did I bring my charger with me?”
You ask him how things went.
“What? You want to know about those Ghouls that badly? …Heh. Sure. Shall I tell you? ーー They were all gone. I looked all over, but I couldn’t find a single one of them.”
You seem surprised.
“Can you believe this? Those Ghouls actually had the audacity to leave Rotigenberg. They are heavily discriminated against, so with no other place to go, they had to make this their home. I wonder what they’re thinking?”
You frown.
“Ahーahー I can’t believe this! They’re basically backstabbing me, right!? Honestly…This is fucked up!!”
*Rustle rustle*
*SHATTER*
“Thanks to who did they manage to stay alive when they had absolutely nothing, huh!? For what sake did Iーー!? Those bastards…They better not believe I will take their betrayal lightly!! Whether it’s those Ghouls, Yuuri, or even Karlheinz…They won’t get away with simply abandoning me like this! I won’t forgive them! Never!!”
You try to calm him down.
“...!! Don’t touch me!”
*Rustle*
“Haha…I get it. Knowing you, I bet you’re feeling bad for me, aren’t you? Abandoned by all those around him, always left behind…never chosen…not once loved by anyone…’Oh that poor guy!’ ー is what you’re thinking, no!? …Is that why you decided you’d be with me? You would kindly dote on me out of sheer compassion!? Mind your own business! I don’t want anyone’s pity!
You try to explain yourself.
“…I’m wrong? Ahー Then are you mocking me? You think I deserve to forever be doomed to be lonely and alone!?”
You shake your head.
“ーー Then what is your deal!? …I’ve had enough.”
You flinch.
“I’m…done. You can just abandon me already as well…and be on your merry way. I won’t stop you, you know? …Come on. You better go before I change my mind. I bet…you’ve been wanting to do that all along, haven’t you?”
You shake your head.
“What do you mean…?”
You explain.
“Heh…Hahaha…!! You won’t leave me? You promise you’ll stay by my side? Nice! Exactly what I’d expect from a hypocrite!”
He walks up to you.
“That’s what everyone says, you know? …But I’ve long realized…that there’s no point in trusting or putting my faith in such words. If I do, I’ll just end up like this, see? Yuuri, as well as the other Ghouls, they all left, leaving me behind. Just like my own Father did. I’m sure…it’ll be no different with you.”
He turns around.
“So just get going already…To the human world, or wherever. …You can even go to those Sakamaki’s if you want. The Mukami’s or the Founders should happily take you in as well. Unlike me, you are special after all. Everyone welcomes you with open arms! …Must be nice to be blessed like that.”
You hesitate.
“...Oh? It’s hard to get away while I’m still here? In that case, I’ll do you a favor and leave first.”
He walks to the door.
*Rustle*
ー You attempt to stop him when you suddenly start feeling bad again.
*Ba-dump*
You stagger.
“...See you.”
Kino leaves the room.
*TIMESKIP*
Kino is walking outside in the mud.
“...I never thought I’d live to see the day when the Ghouls leave Rotigenberg.”
He overlooks the plains.
“Nobody’s here…”
( …I wasn’t even surprised at this point. …No matter what, I can never escape this solitude. I’m sure my fate was sealed, from the very moment I was abandoned at this rotten land. That reality will not change, even if I try to defy all odds and somehow rise to the top of the hierarchy.
Even if I achieve something, nobody will recognize my efforts, nor show any gratitude. Those who abandoned me…will not return to my side either. )
“...I’ve always known this, haven’t I? In that case…I’ll abandon everything as well. All of my lingering affections, my hopes and aspirations…and her as well. Everything ーー Away with it! I’ve had enough of this miserable life where I’m constantly being tossed aside.”
He walks away.
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#kino#diabolik lovers daylight#diabolik lovers translation#diabolik lovers drama cd#drama cd
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Porcelain Doll, Chapter 3
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: vandalism, angst, mentions of guns/gun violence, bullying, taboo relationship, sexual tension.
“Go ahead…tell them…” You looked nervously to Andy who was waiting against the counter. You turned your head ever so slightly and saw Bucky was giving you an encouraging smile, “it’s okay, doll. Tell Andy what you were talking with me about! I promise…he won’t be mad. You just have to be honest with him.”
“I want to go home…”
“Margo-“
“Mr. Barber, I-I don’t want to be in your home!” you said quickly cutting him off, “I appreciate what you’ve done to help me…I really do…but I just want to be in a place I feel safe in. I want to be at home.”
Andy sighed. There was a tiredness to his eyes as he looked between you and Bucky, “you’re still seventeen, Margo. You know that I can’t do that…not with how everything has been since it happened.”
“I’ll be eighteen soon…”
“I’m just worried is all,” Andy admitted, crossing his arms, “I-“
“I can handle myself, Mr. Barber,” you replied quickly, trying to remind him that you were a fighter, “and I’ll have Romeo…an-“
“Your grades have been slipping. You almost quit the track team…you need to be keeping yourself busy and you can’t just hide yourself away…that’s what I’m worried about.”
“What if-what if I went to your neighbor…he’s a psychologist, right?”
“My neighbor?”
“You know…Jacob’s dating his daughter…”
“You want to see a psychologist…” Andy said as though it was a statement rather than a question, “you-you’re open to that?”
“Mr. Barnes sees him…and he told me that he’s actually helped him with a lot of his PTSD.”
“But you’re willing to see him…you’d be willing to see him?”
“If you let me move back into my house!”
Andy nodded, pushing himself away from the counter. It wasn’t a decision that he should make lightly, but he knew that the tension had only continued to rise between you and Jacob, “fine…I’ll talk to him in the morning. You’ll have your first visit within the week…but you have to go to a session every week…and I’ll get the updates. If you are slipping again, or if you aren’t compliant, you’ll move right back in here with me and Jacob until you’re eighteen!”
“Deal!”
You sniffled.
The tears that had been lining your eyes, began to slip down your cheeks, the liner and mascara starting to create little rivers down your face. Bucky was quick to turn you away from the sight of your house, but not quick enough. It was an unavoidable catastrophe.
The image of it was seared into your mind.
Someone had taken it upon themselves to vandalize your childhood home while you had stayed with Andy. You hadn’t had the courage to walk down your street since Andy had you pack a few bags nearly a month ago, but now that you were standing face to face with it, you couldn’t ignore what your supposed neighborly friends had thought.
Multiple windows were broken, and words like ‘orphan’ and images of guns and bullets were spraypainted along your lawn and on the house. It was like you had become the butt of some sick joke. It wasn’t enough that your family was ripped away from you. But that they had the audacity to do something like this made you realize despite your accomplishments, you were truly an outsider in the only place you’d ever called home.
“I’ll fucking kill them.” Bucky promised as you cried against his chest. You could tell by the way he angled himself he was talking to Andy, “you better hope I never find the fuckers, because I will mutilate them, Barber.”
“Barnes-“
“What kind of sick fucks do this, huh? Who targets someone who just lost their parents? Someone that just lost everything!”
“We should go…”
“No,” you whimpered softly against Bucky’s chest, “I-I don’t want to leave. I want to go home.”
“Doll…your windows are broken. They-“
“I want to go home,” you repeated gently. You felt a cool nose nuzzling your hand, and you looked down to your trusty German Shephard, “I won’t let them scare Romeo and I away…”
“It’s not the fact that they’re scaring you away…this isn’t safe. I-I don’t want you going in there…”
“Bucky…”
Give me two days, doll!” Bucky begged, pulling away from you just enough to look you in the eyes. He reached up and wiped away the tears and streaks from your cheeks, “they aren’t scaring you away from your house, but I’ll be damned if I let some jackasses think they won…give me two days to stay here and do a sweep of the house…fix this…and see if they come back…”
“Bucky-“
“Forty-eight hours doll…then you can come home…okay?” he begged. Your heart melted as he held your face, staring into your own eyes. His eyes were full of sadness and pain, and even though you were very much lost in your own, there was something that made you want to cave in to his every whim. You nodded, unable to deny his request.
“Okay, Bucky.”
“Bucky…what did you do?”
Bucky smiled at your question, unable to hold back on how he felt about the changes that had happened in the house for the past two days. He’d pulled nearly every string he had with friends to get you the best security system and used a good bit of money making sure the house was fool-proof.
“You like it?”
“Bucky…it looks…so different.”
He took another step closer to you, his hands balancing loosely on your hips. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, “wait until you see inside the house!”
You turned ever so slightly, and one of his hands fell away from your waist, “there’s more?”
“Of course, there is!” he stated as though it were the most obvious thing ever. He gripped you by your hips once more and turned you back towards the house. You felt butterflies welling up in your chest as he pointed past you, towards the certain things he wanted you to notice. Your eyes fluttered shut as his cologne wrapped around you, lighting a warmth in your belly, “and you can’t really see it, but I had Tony put in a high-tech security system. The cameras cover the whole outside of the house. And the glass is bulletproof…so the next little shithead that tries to throw something through it will have a rude awakening when it bounces back and smashes his face in.”
“Bucky…this is too much.”
“No, it’s not doll,” he said quickly. He started guiding you up the walkway and towards the door, “nothing is too much for you! But hey, I want to show you everything…like this. There’s a keyless entry as well as a keyed one. If you want to go keyless you can create a code…but the locks are changed.”
He pressed his flesh hand to a keypad and pressed the four digits of the time you were born. You turned to him, surprised at the numbers, “is that-“
“The time you were born,” he said proudly with a nod. The door clicked open, and he ushered you and Romeo inside. He leaned down and let Romeo off his leash, allowing him to roam the house, “and I als-“
“Welcome home Miss. Margo and Sargent Barnes…”
“Meet your new home security system!” Bucky proudly proclaimed, “now, I’m not into the flashiness of Tony’s programs, but I know that you’ll love it, Margo. It’ll be perfect for you. I made sure that you have everything that you would possibly need to stay protected, doll. Everything.”
Your heart swelled as you turned around in Bucky’s arms, “thi-this is amazing, Bucky…thank you.”
“I just want you to be safe, doll…”
You felt the butterflies returning with a vengeance as you looked into his steely eyes, “this is amazing. More than I ever expected.”
“So, you like it?”
“I love it, Bucky…”
“Good,” he said with a happy sigh, “good…”
“Hey Bucky?”
“Yeah?” You leaned up against his chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and instinctively, his arms went around your waist, His breath hitched momentarily as he looked from your eyes to your lips, and then back to your eyes, “wh-what are you doing doll?”
“Thank you!” you repeated softly, leaning into him.
Bucky shuddered as your lips brushed his. He was still for a moment, as you pressed your lips firmly to his. You almost stopped, feeling like you’d pushed the boundary too far, when his lips began to work in tandem with yours.
And you sighed against his lips as he pulled you closer. You moaned, your head beginning to feel dizzy as your lips parted, and his tongue slipped between them.
And in an instant, it was over.
There was only a foot between the two of you, but it might as well have been the Atlantic Ocean. He swallowed nervously, his eyes wild, his lips already plumping up from the heavy kisses shared between the two of you.
“Bucky…”
You went to reach out and he took a step back. His head began to shake, and he swallowed again, already reaching backwards for the door, “I-I’m sorry Margo. I can’t. Shit. I’m so fucking sorry, doll.”
“Bucky wait!”
“I have to go!”
And with that, the super soldier who had just kissed you breathless was already out of the house and running down the street.
Chapter 4
Tag List: @teambarnes72, @lohnes16
#porcelain doll#basement husband#soft bucky#bucky#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes#marvel cinematic universe#marvel#mcu#winter soldier#the winter soldier#falcon and winter soldier#sergeant james buchanan barnes#james buchanan barnes
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I Cheated Myself, Like I Knew I Would ... (part 2)
Zoro x F!Bartender Reader 🥀
Drinking, harsh terms. MINORS DNI 🔞
Read Part 1 Here
Walking towards the bar with Zoro was nothing but frustrating. He spent most of the time staying quiet, which made it hard to tell whether or not he was following or completely lost. Countless times you had to turn around, only to find the palms and grass behind you. You were surprised to find him a few times having walked far off the path, to only inquire him if he was lost again. Finally reaching closer to the bar, you turned back to meet his intense gaze again.
“Why do you keep turning around?” He deadpanned. Upset with his aloof nature you finally talked back.
“You keep getting lost, what do you expect me to do?”
“I know where I’m going!” He raised his voice while lifting his shoulders.
“Do you?” Your gaze pierced through him for the first time.
“Yeah!”
You shrugged. “Okay, then.” Your calm nature put him off guard as you stepped off the path and gestured to the rest. “Go ahead.” You said through a smile.
He stepped back for a moment, only to then peer around aimlessly. He fidgeted with the strands of his swords. “Tsk.” And like the moron he is, he turned completely around and began walking down the opposite direction again.
“Idiot!”
Zoro turned around in anger. And before he could open his mouth you stopped him.
“Walk in front of me, then. Honestly, how hard is it?”
“Why are you in such a hurry?!” His anger boiling.
“The faster I get to the bar, the faster you can get your sorry ass drunk and my day will be done.”
“Well, it’s not my fault you hate your job.” He deadpanned. The fucking audacity of this guy. You moved your way closer to him.
“You really think just because you’re some big shot pirate you can talk that way to people!?” You pointed and poked at his chest.
He smirked, the moonlight peeking through the palm leaves accenting his features. “So, you think I’m a big shot, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, turning around to hide your smile but it definitely came through in your laugh. “Ha! Let’s go, it’s getting late.”
———
Somehow you both made it to the bar without arguing any further.
“Hey! There he is!” Ussopp yelled. Chopper ran up to Zoro cheerfully and hugged his leg. He peered down softly, as everyone turned their attention back to their conversations. Zoro made his way to the bar, wobbling carefully as Chopper still had a death grip on him. Seeing the way the rest of the crew mates treated him made you smile, especially at the sight of his biased and rare kindness towards Chopper. You followed towards the bar, but was swiftly interrupted by Sanji. Brook happened to still be performing on the bar’s piano.
“Y/N, you’re back!” He squealed. “Now, you can dance with me?-“
“She has to serve me first.” Zoro’s eye focused on Sanji but a twinge of anger seemed to linger in his tone.
“She can serve you after! Y/N’s probably tired from being around you already!”
“Tsk” Zoro made his way to Sanji as Chopper hopped off his leg. Zoro grabbed Sanji by the collar. “She doesn’t even want to dance with you, leave her alone and let her do her job!”
Not wanting a fight to break out and clean up after, you prepared yourself for an embarrassing display. “Sanji, I really want to make sure everyone is happy, I promise to dance with you all night later.” You put on an embarrassing blush while trying your best to appear innocent. Sanji’s heart eyes appeared again, “Wow! Such a kind woman! Of course!” He smiled and turned to glare at Zoro before walking back to Robin.
You sighed out of embarrassment, and looked to find Zoro glancing at you.
He smirked and raised a brow. “A bartender and an actress, too?”
You laughed in response as you both turned back to the bar.
———
Unsurprisingly, all the samurai wanted was sake, which you were able to provide. He happened to really enjoy the island’s array of sake, whether or not it was cheap. As time went on, he came to enjoy himself. Chatting with the other crew mates as they came and went from the bar top. However, he spent most of his time talking with you. And to be honest, you really enjoyed your conversations. He went on about his passion for swords, pointing to the one displayed above the bottles. He talked about the history of swords, and even though it wasn’t really a subject you enjoyed, you couldn’t help but find his rambling and smiling admirable. But when he asked you about your passions, you were caught off guard.
“Well, I’ve been on this island my entire life. We don’t offer much but a resting spot for pirates.”
He lowered his bottle and raised a brow. The glow from his drunken state placing a pink flush. “Well, is there anything you want in life?”
You sighed, “Honestly, all I’ve ever wanted was to get off this island. … It’s unbearable living here.”
“How? At least, it seems you’re doing okay.”
You leaned against the counter, coming closer to him.
“We don’t have much peace here, pirates are always causing a ruckus. But, I think it also comes from jealousy.” You peered across the bottles and made your gaze back to him.
He swirled the booze in his bottle before taking another drink. “Why, exactly?”
“Every day, I get ready, work in the bar. Harassed by the men constantly, having to clean up their mess. And then, I go home. That’s it.” You shrugged now looking down at the frayed, wooden floor. You didn’t enjoy being vulnerable with others, especially pirate customers. But a part of you felt safe with him.
“Y/N.” He said softly. You turned back, surprised by his tone. “We can get you off this island.”
You laughed, “And what? Become a pirate?”
His expression remained serious. “It’s up to you what you want to do. Become a pirate or not, we can get you out of here. Find you a safe place to stay.”
Your eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“Luffy has always helped everyone he’s come across with. I doubt he will be phased by your request-“
“No, I just met you all. Why is my suffering any of your business? I can’t just ask you all for help.”
He turned his gaze back to his bottle. “Like I said. It’s up to you. But if you’re suffering it’s your responsibility to act.”
“Do you really think I can just leave everything behind?”
“That’s what I did. And everyone else on this crew.”
You couldn’t find the words. For someone to do that, they must have really been suffering. Seeing the whole crew in the bar, you assumed they were all happy, but to have gotten this far to the New World they must have encountered many struggles.
“I haven’t known you for that long but I can tell you are strong, and that’s all that matters. Just like us, you can leave and start anew.”
Hearing those words from him made you blush, but also ripped at all your fears. You couldn’t help but turn away from him as your eyes watered. Why did I have to open up to him? I don’t even know him and now I’m going to cry in front of all these other people I admire.
Nami turned her attention to you, her glow evident on her face as she broke away from the conversation. Instead of causing a scene she walked up to the bar top and placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, are you okay?” Her kind actions only made your eyes water even more and Zoro was shocked as you turned to face him again. He could only widen his eyes.
“What the hell did you do, Zoro!?”
The whole crew turned their attention back to you, Brook even stopped playing.
-🥀-
Please, let me know what you think.
Inspired by Amy Winehouse's song "You Know I'm No Good"
Read Part 3 Here
#i was drinking while writing this LMAO#one piece#zoro#zoro fic#roronoa zoro#sanji#nami#robin#chopper#franky#brook#luffy#jimbe#fic series#one piece x reader#amy winehouse#anime#manga#fanfic
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The Eighth Sense Thoughts
okay so when i watch dramas i always write notes about how i felt after watching an episode, just to like look back on but like they’re actually funny so i wanted to post some on here to share.
since the eighth sense just ended, here are my thoughts while watching the eighth sense. it’s kind of random but if you’ve seen it it’ll probably make sense. don’t take this seriously bc i just word vomit on all of these lmao and the dashes in between indicate a new episode.
---------oh also HELLA SPOILERS AHEAD----------
blueming vibes idk it's university set - bro she built differenttt. the vibes are so different compared to other korean bl's. it's kind of like itsay a bit? but like with better characters and a better story so far. i like jihyun too, his friend tho is so annoying like always bugging him about going out and joining the surf club, like bro he's a country boy in a new city and school, he wants to try new things stfu (it's also an excuse to see the cute guy he met but shhh) - tell me how jaewon's ex has the audacity to be annoyed at jihyun. she's just mad bc jaewon is giving him so much attention and hanging out with him and being close to him, girl did you expect jaewon too come crawling back to you even tho you're the reason why you guys broke up? he was in the military so he definitely didn't do anything to and everyone's saying that she cheated on him so who you think we gon believe? you fucked up ur relationship yourself and you're salty that he don't want you anymore. you're mad that he's content and doesn't think about you anymore, that he found someone else to take care of and be around. stay mad roach lmao - i love this so far omggg. jihyun keeps reminding me of cha junho btw. but like jihyun and jaewon like each other so muchhhh. like it's so natural, the way they constantly find each other and just abruptly hang out. they LITCHRALLY went on a date to the han river. tell me that wasn't a date. and i am living for jaewon's attitude towards his ex. he really couldn't give any less of a fuck about her and she over here embarrassing herself. she acts like she don't care but then she'll squeal to her friends that he went surfing bc of her and asked to partner with her for an assignment, delusional ass bitch lmao. she gets so pissed whenever jaewon is with jihyun, it's funny watching her be jealous. you wish that was you huh? and like jaewon and jihyun are just going with the flow with each other. the touches, the gentle hang holding, asking about dating, how jihyun always makes jaewon smile just by existing. AND THEY ALMOST KISSED AGAIN, THEY LEANED IN UNTIL JIHYUN'S STUPID ASS FRIEND HAD TO BE NOSY. GET LOST BRO. oh and i love jihyun's boss, she cares about him a lot and defended him when jaewon's ex was bullying him. also that girl that seemed to like jihyun is actually one of the girliesss, she just wanted to be friends. but girl you really made it seem like you liked him. i guarantee she did like him but then realized he was uncomfortable but she still wanted to be close so she said she just wanted to be friends. but i am living for this series it's so fucking good, i love the vibes. it does annoy me how much they eat and drink tho like god damn is that all they fucking do? wanna go drink? wanna go get lunch? we should have a meal sometime! i get that 's like the social life of korean university students but jesus christ good thing i ain't studying abroad anymore, i dont think i could survive this shit - BRO THEY'RE SO IN LOVE I'M SCREAMING. god they like each other so much. they are the only ones who fully understand each other. and that kiss scene in the water that started out as teasing but ended with them fully kissing bitchhhh. the tension is real out here. and like then after they were LITCHRALLY cuddling on the beach,, SHIRTLESS bein all cute n shit. like under the covers just messing with each other, biting each other, poking their faces and just enjoying each others company. i am living. but then wtf was that ending. jihyun drowned? but jaewon got him out but it ends with jaewon sitting on the beach alone. idk maybe it was a nightmare or something bc it was after the cuddling scene so they probably fell asleep and jaewon had that dream. either way i need them being sickeningly sweet in front of jaewon's ex, like holding hands, hugging or even kissing JUST SOMETHING. I NEED THIS BITCH TO KNOW HER PLACE, SHE AIN'T JAEWON'S GF ANYMORE SIT DOWN, JAEWON DON'T NEED YOU NO MORE. - JIHYUN'S FINE DON'T WORRY OMG. JAEWON PUNCHED HIS FRIEND WHO MOCKED JIHYUN'S ACCIDENT THO AND ALMOST GOT SUSPENDED BUT JIHYUN SAVED HIS ASS. THAT ROACH IS STILL ACTING LIKE JAEWON LIKES HER AGAIN AND THAT THEY'RE TOGETHER WHICH WE ALL KNOW IS A FUCKING LIE. BUT JAEWON IS ALSO AVOIDING THE SHIT OUT OF JIHYUN AND LITERALLY ASKED HIM TO FORGET ALL ABOUT THEIR TRIP, WHAT THEY SAID WHAT THEY DID, THE FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS THEY HAD, FORGET IT ALL! I KNOW DAMN WELL JAEWON STILL HAS FEELINGS FOR HIM AND SO DOES JIHYUN, BUT JAEWON'S TRAUMA IS MAKING HIM STEP AWAY BC HE DOESN'T WANT THE SAME THING THAT HAPPENED TO HIS BROTHER TO HAPPEN TO JIHYUN. HE THINKS HE'LL HURT JIHYUN SOMEHOW - IT GOT A GOOD ENDING THANK GOD I REALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE GASLIGHTING US IN THE LAST EPISODE BC THEY WERE GETTING ALONG AND BEING SO CUTE, JAEWON SAYING CLEARLY THAT THEY WERE DATING, EVERYTHING JUST CAME TOGETHER PERFECTLY AT THE END I REALLY WAS EXPECTING ONE OF THEM TO DIE OR SOMETHING. them kissing scenes thooooo. and joonpyo and yoonwon got together. but fr like jihyun sent jaewon that conan gray song and that's all it took for him to finally realize he needed to be with jihyun and that man came runnin. but he's such a cute boyfriend, we stan. and even until the very end his annoying ex was trying to get with him, literally like kissing him in front of jihyun and everything. jaewon said no no i don't play that hetero shit no more. SHE HAD THE NERVE TO TRY TO LIE TO HIM ABOUT CHEATING ON HIM UNTIL HE TOLD HER HE LITERALLY SAW HER GO INTO A MOTEL WITH A GUY AND GO ON A BREAKFAST DATE THE NEXT MORNING. SHE REALLY TRIED IT HUH. jaewon caught ur slimy ass and he was so nice about it too, jaewon is better than me cause i woulda laughed in her face if she pulled that shit. but he said it was okay, that he understood and was sorry. I'M SORRY BUT WHAT IS THERE TO UNDERSTAND OR BE SORRY ABOUT??!?! SHE CHEATED ON YOU WHILE YOU WERE IN THE ARMY, SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE TO DO. SHE KEPT SAYING I WAS LONELY I WAS LONELY, WELL GET SOME FRIENDS, GET A PET GET A DAMN HOBBY. THIS IS NOT HOW YOU TREAT YOUR BOYFRIEND WHO IS SACRIFCING HIS LIFE RN WHILE YOU OUT HERE SNOGGING OTHER MEN. YEAH I SAID SNOGGING. S N O G G I N G. IF YOU REALLY LOVED HIM YOU WOULD HAVE WAITED, NO QUESTIONS ASKED. I WOULD HAVE WAITED. YOU REALLY THAT THIRSTY YOU CAN'T WAIT FOR HIM?? LIKE YOUR LOSS THEN ROACH, YOU LOST YOURSELF A FINE ASS MAN. anyways yes jihyun and jaewon are so fucking cute i love them to pieces, jaewon is perfect boyfriend material. the cuddling, clinging, hand holding, shoulder resting, all of the above. yes. and the ending seemed like they were gonna go to the beach again but it felt like the beginning of a new chapter for them. like they are setting it up for a sequel. it really seem like we might get a sequel for this, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME A SEQUEL
Rating: 10/10
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#i'll probably post more#i used to do this a lot before but i kinda stopped lmao#the eighth sense#korean bl#kbl#bl drama#bl series#im jisub#oh juntaek#thai bl#thai bl drama#kdrama#multi bl#asian bl drama#asian bl series#asian bl#blueming
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DabiHawks~Hierophilia
Summary:
Hierophilia: Hierophilia refers to sexual urges, preferences or fantasies involving sacred or religious objects.
Ao3 Tags:
hierophilia, Demon!Dabi, Priest!Hawks, Sort Of, Rimming, Animalistic Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Biting, Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Over stimulation, Feral Behavior, Bakugou Katsuki Writes Fanfiction, rip mina, Kinktober 2020
Notes:
So I was listening to Church by Chase Atlantic to sleep like a month or two before I wrote this, and my brain starts writing Demon!Dabi x Priest!Hawks fanfic and out of nowhere hits me with “Hero!Dabi and Hawks live together and Dabi comes home early to find Hawks reading fanfiction about the scenario so Dabi reads it and hops on Etsy”.
Oh, also I headcanon that Dabi knows sign language because Endeavor would definitely be an ablest piece of shit so Touya learned sign to not only piss him off but also because it’s a useful skill.
Italics are the fanfiction Hawks is reading.
“ Stay on the ground until your knees hurt , pretty bird.” The scarred demon smirked down at the winged priest who was quickly turning the same shade as his wings. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat when his pretty little priest began praying to a god that had abandoned him long ago. “ No more praying baby Imma be your preacher .”
Dabi crowded the priest space as he slid his tight leather pants down. “I can put that mouth to much better use than silly prayers. Come on, baby bird.”
Hawks looked up at the demon before him, defiance in his eyes before they widened and did a double take. “I- That thing better come with some demonic lube. Jesus Christ.”
“Oh, Jesus has nothing to do with this, baby bird. I think you already knew that though, didn’t you? You can’t take your eyes off of it. I can practically taste the lust radiating off of you. Go on, Father . Have a taste.”
The sinful priest has the audacity to cross himself before taking as much as possible into his mouth. Like that would actually save him. “There’s a good boy. Come on, Hawks. I know you can take mo-”
"What the actual fuck are you reading?" Dabi asked suddenly from behind Hawks, earning what Hawks couldn't deny was a surprised squawk.
"When the hell did you get here?!"
"About the time Demon Me promised to take you back to church." Dabi shrugged nonchalantly, barely hiding his smirk.
Hawks flushed as he realized how long ago that was. "And you didn't say anything because????"
His smirk was now fully visible, teasing in his eyes. "I did but you were distracted.”
Hawks goes about as red as his wings now, not realizing just how engrossed he was in the fanfiction. "Oh."
"Yeah. Sooo what the fuck were you reading?"
"Ummm…. well uh-sigh - I met some of my intern's schoolmates today, and one of them insisted on showing me some of their friend's stuff and well... curiosity killed the cat." Hawks was fully red, hiding behind his wings.
"But you're a bird." Dabi grinned.
"Shut up!"
"So you're telling me I was ignored by my own boyfriend in favor of reading some 15 year-old's fanfiction of a demonic version of me stripping priest you of his holiness?" Hawks knew without looking he was getting the raised eyebrow of judgement.
"It was well written okay!" Hawks huffed, pouting dramatically even if Dabi couldn't see his face.
"Mhmm...send it."
Hawks almost choked on his own spit as he threw open his wings to stare dumbfounded at his scarred boyfriend. "What?!"
"Send it to me. You work tomorrow, I don't, and I've already exhausted Disney+ so send it."
"W-why?" Hawks asked in suspicion.
Dabi just shrugged with one of his lazy smirks. "Curiosity killed the cat."
Hawks groaned, but went ahead and shared it with him. "You're insufferable."
The smirk only grew as he flopped on the couch next to Hawks. "You love it"
Hawks glanced over out of the corner of his eye, and raked his eyes over his scarred body up to his piercing turquoise eyes before groaning once more. "God I really do."
"Is that what you said in the fanfic too-mph!" Dabi's smartass was cut off by a throw pillow smothering him.
"Insufferable!"
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" I know it's weighing on your conscience , pretty bird, but don't take my verses out of context ." The demon growled into the priest's ear as he slammed into him.
"Da-Daaabi~! Ahhh~ God! Ahhh~!" Hawks was a rambling mess, eyes shut tight to avoid looking into the stunning blue that promised to drag him further into damnation.
Dabi smirked, laughing when his baby bird started rambling in Latin, probably trying to save whatever soul hadn't already been fucked out of him. " Speaking in tongues yeahwe ain't done yet. I'll keep you up until the sunset."
Hawks shivered at the words, giving in as he held onto the demon for dear life, moaning low in his ear. "God. Keep going. Please. Ahhh~!"
"God already left, baby bird, but I'm about to take you back to church and so. Much. Farther. Than. That." Dabi growls, nipping at a sun-kissed shoulder as he emphasizes each word with a thrust.
"Ahhhh~!"
"Well shit." Dabi laughed in shock as he finished what was apparently called a HotWings fic. "Good to know this shit has improved since my days in the closet."
He hummed to himself as he clicked on the link to the song the author got inspiration from. "...I can see how this would help with ideas...hmmm"
The smirk that split Dabi's face as he opened a new tab was worthy of the horns he orders. "Birdie is gonna hate this for all of 5 seconds."
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Keeping the packages a secret from Hawks with their fucked schedules was hell, but damn him if it wasn't gonna be worth it.
'Thank you SparkyBoom420.' Dabi thought silently as he made sure everything was in order before Hawks arrived.
"You're off the rest of the night, right birdie?"
"And tomorrow as you requested. What's up, Dabs?" Hawks questioned through the phone.
"Hmm. You'll see. There will be a box on the balcony when you land. Don't look at it, just change."
"Ooo~ playing dress up tonight~?" Hawks hummed, obviously intrigued.
"Somethin' like that. Just do as you're told, birdie. Colors?"
"Shit, Dabs, we're getting kinky kinky. Green."
"See you soon, baby bird." Dabi smirked through the phone as he heard a thud on the balcony before he hung up.
'...He did not.' Hawks almost laughed when he caught a glimpse of himself in the window reflection and realized just what Dabi was making him wear.
"Dabs? Did you seriously get a priest outfit after reading the fiii-...fuck me."
"That's the plan, pretty bird." Dabi smirked from the hallway entrance.
Any smart ass comment Hawks could have had was immediately stolen as he drank in the sight before him.
Dabi’s already wild hair that Hawks couldn’t get him to brush if his life depended on it was now expertly teased in a way that makes it look like he just had sex, and were those horns black or really dark purple? Black eyeliner along his not scarred lid made his already brilliant eyes pop more, and Hawks didn’t know if they were contacts or what but his pupils were outlined in red. His ears were pointed by prosthetics, and when Dabi quirked his lip further in a smirk - holy shit he had fangs that most definitely were not prosthetics. How was Hawks supposed to act holy? Trailing his eyes down further for his own sanity did the exact opposite as he spotted the black choker around Dabi’s neck with chains connecting to his nipple piercings which made Hawks realize the other had no shirt on, just a black leather harness. What really did him in was the sinfully tight leather pants that left no room for underwear and absolutely nothing to the imagination. The look was finished off by complicated looking platform boots that allowed Dabi to loom over his birdie, and uncrossing his arms to pick at his nails revealed claws.
“Well? What do you think, baby bird?” Dabi hummed, the fire in his eyes saying he already knew the answer.
Hawks opened his mouth to answer but all that left him was a squeak before he closed the balcony door between them, screeched, and opened it again. “How dare you get even sexier!”
A low laugh rumbled from somewhere in Dabi’s chest, and Hawks sent out a feather to cover his mouth. “Nope! None of that. How the hell do you expect me to act holy in this situation?”
Hawks could feel the smirk against his feather as Dabi signed. ‘Gonna be stripping you of that holiness anyway, pretty bird.’
Hawks groaned before shivering when a hot tongue ran along the vein of his feather. “Da-Dabi~ Cheater.”
Dabi was now twirling the feather between his claws with a smirk befitting the get up. “Nah. I just know my prey. Now what do you say, baby bird. Ready to fall with me?” He hummed, blowing hot air on the feather and earning a small chirp and a puff of wings.
Hawks called the feather back so it could no longer be used against him as he tried to collect himself. “...Well we’re going to hell anyway. Might as well go down legends.”
“There’s the spirit, baby bird.” The demon chuckled low in his throat before sauntering over, and giving Hawks a view of the tail flicking behind him as well as...how did he not notice the bat like wings until now? They must be attached to the harness, but the tail seemed to have a mind of its own so it couldn’t even be a plug.
Hawks wanted to play with both, and pouted a little that he couldn’t get revenge for all the times Dabi took him apart just by playing with his feathered wings. “God, you really did go all out?”
“Only the best for my pretty bird.” Dabi hummed, lifting Hawks chin with a clawed hand and licking his lips. “Remind me to send your intern’s class a nice donation after this.”
Hawks almost laughed. “That will be a hell of a note. ‘To Class 1A. For giving me knew ideas to fuck my boyfriend’s brains ou-’ wait do that again.”
Dabi knew what he meant, but smirked as he played dumb. “Do what, baby bird?”
“Stick your tongue out agai-holy shit.”
Dabi let his pierced tongue loll out of his mouth and Hawks groaned low when it fell past his chin. “You did something with your tongue, too.”
“All the better to eat you with, my dear.” Dabi growled in a way that went right to Hawks’ dick.
“You’re gonna kill me, Dabs.” Hawks groaned, leaning into Dabi’s shoulder and shivering when he could feel the rumbling laugh against his body.
“Don’t worry, baby bird. I just want your soul, not your life. Color?”
Hawks chirped when claws gently scratched against his scalp. “Green, Dabs. Really fucking green.”
Dabi smirked before giving Hawks a nudge towards the bedroom. “Then keep leading me into your room,birdie.”
Hawks sighed, pausing for a moment before seeming to collect himself. “Come demon. I'm about to take you back to church so tell me your confessions.What's the worst?”
Dabi rose a brow as his birdie fell into character, and he did the same. “What’s the worst? You sure you want to know that, pretty bird? Might be too much for your holiness. ”
“Please. I am a child of god as much as I’m sure you once were. So tell me, demon. I know it's weighing on your conscience.” Hawks hummed as he opened the bedroom door.
The demon almost snorted. ‘How many times did he read that fic?’
“It’s definitely been weighing on my mind, but I’m not sure about my conscience since it hasn’t happened yet.”
“What do you mean by that, fallen one?” The priest hummed, a grunt leaving him when he was suddenly caged against the freshly closed door.
“Oh, not much. Just thought s of this pretty blonde preacher with bright red wings worthy of a demon himself. I’ve been imagining taking him back to his precious church and letting him sing his sweet hymns for his god and all the angels to hear as I baptize between his thighs until it hurts and I have to carry him to hell with me.” Dabi growls into his pretty bird’s red flushed ear, smirking at his trembling wings.
Hawks bites back a groan as he digs his own talons into the door. “O-oh really? That would be quite the sin. What makes you think he would fAll s-so easily?” Hawks squeaks when Dabi drags that long tongue up his neck to nibble his ear.
“Hmmm. I don’t think it would be too hard of a sell.” The demon chuckles as he grinds his thigh between Hawks’ where there is already a tent forming in the black slacks.
Hawks bites his lip to hold in his moan and avoid giving in. “I-if he’s truly a man of g-go- of fuck. Dabiii~”
“As you were saying?” Dabi smirked, nipping at Hawks’ neck as he picks him up to grind their cocks together.
“Fuck. Dabs. Just fuck, please~” Hawks groans, careful to avoid staples as he claws at scarred back, settling on clinging to the harness holding the wings.
“Some man of god you are, huh?” Dabi laughs, making sure Hawks’ wings won’t knock them off balance as he pulls them away from the door and to the bed.
“Sh-shut up. You knew that would last all of five seconds the second you put on those stupid pants. Are those from your original hero costume ‘cause fUck! God Dabs, I can feel your fucking piercings through those.” Hawks moans, grinding down before whining when he’s tossed on the bed.
The demon climbs on top of Hawks, normally bright eyes practically glowing in the light and setting Hawks’ bird instincts haywire. “Yeah, they are. That’s why I dug them out, pretty bird. I know how you love feeling the drag of them against your cock. You could get off on my piercings alone couldn’t you?”
Hawks moans, grabbing the choker around Dabi’s neck and using it to pull him down into a kiss, swallowing the moan this causes when he forgets the chains of the choker are attached to the ravens nipple piercing so tugs them too.
“Fuck, baby bird.” Dabi growls, rutting against the priest’s still clothed cock as he nips the blonde’s bottom lip.
He growls again when his reaction makes the birdie think he can smirk up at him before he leans down to lick into the smaller’s mouth, long tongue exploring his mouth fully.
Hawks whines as his mouth is completely dominated, holding onto the wings once more to try to anchor himself.
Dabi smirks when he finally comes up for air and his birdie already looks blissed out, slurring his words.
“D-Dabs...please~ fuck me already. Pls.” Hawks rambles, losing his vowels on the last please.
“Hmmm, I don’t know, preacher. Have you earned this demon’s cock?” Dabi hums, baring his fangs down at the other.
Hawks’ instincts go nine kinds of haywire between very turned on and prey staring into the eyes of a predator as he moans loud. “Please, Dabi, please~ Please fuck me, fuck. Your tongue, please babe, please. I’ll be a good boy just please fuck me.”
Dabi snarls animalistically as his birdie begs for his tongue and his cock. He grabs the lube he left on one of the pillows before pausing. “I’m now realizing the claws were a mistake…” A smirk splits his face as he once again changes their positions so he’s laying back with the blonde on his chest, facing away from him. “Show me, how bad you want it birdie.”
Hawks looks back at him in confusion before it clicks and Hawks moans low before laying across Dabi’s torso and licking the demon’s tip, sucking around the sensitive head. This leaves his ass on full display for Dabi to do with as he pleases.
The demon smirks at the pretty pink hole before him, smacking one of the perky little cheeks and chuckling at the yelp and moan this earns him. He spends a few seconds just kneading his boyfriend’s ass before he finally tilts his head forward and licks a stripe from balls to hole, poking the tip of his tongue in teasingly.
Hawks lets out a surprised squawk then another moan, squirming a bit at the feeling as Dabi starts working his tongue in and out of him. Another smack to his ass jolts him out of his haze before he gets back to his own task, running his tongue up Dabi’s shaft before taking as much as possible into his throat. He moans around the demon as the other slowly works more of his tongue into him, getting him a possessive growl that sends vibrations into his hole.
Dabi slowly works more of his tongue in, making a mess of his birdie’s hole as he carefully uses the pad of his thumb to help spread him open. He uses his other hand to add some lube to the mess, making sure he won’t hurt his baby bird.
Soon enough Hawks is thrusting his hips back to meet the thrust of Dabi’s tongue and functioning as little more than a cock sleeve as he just moans around Dabi’s pierced cock, his own trapped between them and leaking across Dabi’s chest helplessly each time Dabi sucks at his hole.
Dabi pulls his face back, holding Hawks’ hips still as they try to follow him. “You know how to use your talons. Check that you're spread enough.”
Hawks whines around Dabi’s cock, but does as he’s told, reaching back and carefully slipping three fingers in. “Please, Dabs. I’m ready. Please just fuck me~” Hawks whines when he releases Dabi’s dick from his mouth.
Dabi growls one more, rearranging them again so Hawks is laid out on his, wings spread out behind him and squirming needily with drool all over his chin. “Oh, don’t worry, baby bird. I plan to.”
The demon lines himself up with Hawks’ messy hole, teasing his head against the blonde’s rim a few times just to hear him whine before he sinks inside, reveling in his birdie’s sweet moans.
“Dabiiii~ God! Please just move! I don’t care if it hurts, please~!” Hawks rambles, trying to impale himself and whining when Dabi holds his hips in place.
Dabi snarls again, restraint waning but not wanting to actually hurt his birdie so bullying out slowly before thrusting back in.
Hawks moans, still rambling for more as he tries to pull Dabi closer with his heels. He whines when his ankles are restrained by a tail before he catches it between his toes and gives it a tug.
A full body shudder wracks Dabi and that new sensation is all it takes for his restraint to snap as he hovers over the bird with his fangs bared. ‘Damn bird feet and their stupid grip.’
“You wanna play rough, huh? Okay, pretty bird. You know your colors. No bitching though when you can’t walk tomorrOW! You little shit!” Dabi snarls when Hawks tugs the tail again before he’s pulling almost all the way out slowly so Hawks can feel each piercing against his rim before slamming in hard and starting a brutal pace.
Hawks practically screams as he finally gets his way, clinging to his boyfriend desperately as he tries not to get bucked off. He moans as Dabi takes this as an invitation to bite along his shoulders and neck, his own claws making a mess of Hawks’ back.
“Da-a-Dabiii~! More! God, don’t stop! THE-AHHhh~ There!” Hawks rambles, chirping when Dabi finds his prostate and practically sobbing when the raven then proceeds to abuse that spot. “Please! Don’t stop! Dabiii~ Ahhhh~ Fuck! Shit! Ahhhh~!”
Dabi snarls possessively, pinning Hawks’ wrist next to his head to slam into him. "There’s my little songbird. Come on, baby bird. Sing for me more! Fuck! Stop pulling my tail you cheeky shit!” The demon snaps as he dives back in to bite the sweet spot under Hawks’ ear, and reveling in the desperate chirps this pulls from his birdie.
Hawks cums hard when Dabi bites under his ear, excited chirps leaving him as he paints his own stomach and some of Dabi’s. “Dabs! Ahhhh~! Babe! Fuck I came, Dabs. Shit.” The blonde groans, whining in over sensitivity when he comes down, but the relentless abuse of his prostate still does not stop.
“Color?” Dabi growls in response.
“Gr-GreEn! Fuck!” Hawks sobs, clenching around Dabi in hopes of getting him off sooner. Chirping when his haze filled mind has an idea. “Hands. Dabs, let my hands go.” He pants, whimpering when his dick twitches.
Dabi raises and eyebrow but relents, letting Hawks’ wrist go before biting hard at his shoulder when Hawks brings himself forward as though to cling to Dabi, but instead reaches behind the scarred hero and starts stroking his tail at the base like a cock.
“Fuck, Hawks!” He practically howls, redoubling his efforts as he gets closer.
Hawks is back to very sensitive full hardness as he bounces on the pierced cock slamming into him, stroking Dabi’s tail like his life depends on it. He figures out the pointed tip can reach just above Dabi’s shoulder and Hawks screams when he licks the pointed tip and Dabi bites into his shoulder hard as he cums.
Dabi feels a few sad spurts against his stomach as Hawks goes limp in his hold while he fucks them through their orgasms, tasting metal in his mouth.
He eventually lets go, licking over the newest bite they’ll need to clean up and finally realizes just how much he’s marked up his baby bird, multiple marks shining red and all of them in need of a Hawks’ high necked hero costume to even attempt to cover them. He trails his eyes down the toned figure in front of him and finds his wrists bruised and clawed as well as his hips, and a peek over slack red wings shows his back looks like he was attacked by an animal. Dabi is usually a little aggressive, but even he was shocked, especially by the bolt of pride that shot through him when he saw his cum dripping out of his baby bird.
‘Probably part of the side effects I ignored.’ Dabi hummed as he carefully pulled out, shushing his half-unconscious boyfriend when he whined at the movement.
Dabi padded quietly to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean the other up and whistled when he took in his own attacked appearance.
He had claw marks absolutely everywhere, and his carefully styled hair was a mess. He was honestly shocked the horns were even still in place, and he made a mental note to leave YaoMoMore923 a good review. He continued surveying the damage, and while he definitely didn’t look as bad as Hawks, his nipples were swollen and if it weren’t for his scars he’d probably have a bruise around his neck from where Hawks manhandled him with the collar. His eyeliner was smeared to hell so he now looked more emo wannabe than sexy demon and his lips were scabbed a bit from the fangs he wasn’t used to as were his palms from the foreign claws. His tailbone was also sore from Hawks’ treatment of his tail but fuck if he wouldn’t do it again.
He heard a tired whimper from the bedroom and remembered why he was in the bathroom as he ran the washcloth under water and hurried back to his birdie.
Dabi smiled softly as half-lidded, blurry eyes met his and grabby hands were motioned at him.
“How long?” Hawks slurred.
“A few minutes.” Dabi hummed, getting to work on cleaning him up. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m glad I don’t work tomorrow.” Hawks yawned, wincing when the washcloth dabbed at the bitemarks. “Fuck.”
“Sorry, baby bird.” Dabi kissed Hawks’ forehead. “I probably should have listened to the side effects.”
Hawks let out a happy little coo at the affection, clinging to his human heater when he was clean enough and the scarred man laid next to him. “Fuck that. And you gave me shit for reading the fic. At least I didn't suggest roleplaying it." Hawks half-laughed, half-slurred as he rested his head on Dabi’s chest, careful of the chains.
"You're allowed to shit talk when you can walk again." Dabi smirked into the bird’s nest Hawks called hair.
"Fair point." Hawks hummed, playing with Dabi’s hand, strangely fascinated by the claws despite having his own. "Where did you even get this shit so fast?"
"Etsy, a Hero's salary, and a few less than legal favors. We have the fangs, tongue, and eyes for another day or two if you have any other fics you want acted out. I think the tail and claws is another week." Dabi shrugged, lifting Hawks hand to his lips to kiss his palm.
"That answers my next question of why you didn't just quirk the horns, ears, and wings, too."
"I don't need to give the horny teenage masses more writing fuel.” Dabi laughed, “Plus can you imagine how mortified the kid would be to find out not just one, but both of the subjects of their smut read it?"
"He did seem to really want her to shut up." The winged hero chuckled.
"I can guarantee I too would've died if any of my EdgeJeanist smut saw the light of day."
"I'm sorry your what ?!" Hawks laughed as he tried shooting up to look at Dabi only to immediately fall back against his chest.
"Shut up. Less squawking, more cuddling." Dabi huffed as he held Hawks close.
"Yes sir, but I want that tea later." Hawks hummed, snuggling close.
"Fuck you."
"Eh, give me at least an hou-ooh~" The nip of fangs was supposed to shut him up, but round two works too.
#dabihawks#hotwings#hotwingz#bnha dabi#bnha hawks#todoroki touya#takami keigo#bnha#dabi#hawks#mha smut#kinktober#kinktober 2020#Bakusquad writes fanfiction#fanfiction in fanfiction#fanfictionception#tw hierophilia#tw blasphemy#yeah this probably counts as blasphemy
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cw rant. cw parents, bullying & ableism (?)
since my birthday is a few days away now, i told my mom that i wanted an animal crossing birthday party and a cake and even if she didn’t order the cake, I’ll just have the cake toppers and stick it on my cake. either way is okay.
she goes ahead and asks me why i didn’t tell her sooner but what she doesn’t understand is that, we were ordering a limo to come to my house and go fun places and have the BEST time EVER, so that when I grow older in the future, I can remember all that and to live the best life. on top of that, we were buying a cake, party stuff, balloons, crowns, etc and stuff were OUT of stock and that I didn’t wanna ask and they didn’t see. I DID see a cake that had Tom nook a day ago but when I confirmed the order, it went out of stock FAST. that’s what I said and the MAIN reason why I couldn’t say.
she has the audacity to bring up my neurodivergency and goes ��no wonder you’re not normal!” towards me knowing that i struggle with things. and then she goes “can’t you see thats for babies? you’re so old for that anyway..” and I told her, “but it’s my fixation game? getting a cake will just make it better because I’ll be really happy.” and she says, “you’re a fucking grown bitch. you’re not a kid anymore, youre a teen thats working, stop being childish. youre too fucking young for that. pick something else!!!” and then storming out the room.
i just feel really bad because when i was younger, when I played mario kart for the switch, isabelle was the first character that made me addicted to playing as her in the mario kart game and then, when I discovered SSB (smash bros for the 3ds and switch), I became obsessed with both male and female villager. so since they introduced me to animal crossing, that’s when I thought of getting a cake of them so that I can remind myself that nothing can stop me from loving the characters and the game.
SHE LITERALLY BROUGHT ME THE GAME. she KNOWS that I cannot HELP watching it ALL the time. she knows that i like Tom nook and wants his birthday balloon to carry to my work place with party bags but loads of people hate me for being different and neurodivergent. nobody really likes me. expect 2 people. so therefore I can’t do shit about it. I didn’t wanna be seen as the “weird autistic person who likes childish stuff”. but she makes me feel like that.
now I have to do my birthday without it for the last time, and then get it for my next birthday that’ll be next year in 12-13 months since it’s in February.
I just feel so bad and mad at myself for asking cause she brought up how autistic i am. and because she always gets angry for stuff I cannot control nor the amount of stuff I get told. nor my health issues and totally shutting down and lashing out on everyone when mad.
she gaslights me alot also. and is severely negative to me. so now I have to do my birthday without it and have a normal birthday in order to avoid being “weird” or seen as “not normal” and “stupid” and “socially acceptable.”
And she told me to stop watching those characters because they don’t “matter”. like alright i get that im retarded and a weirdo. no need to make me feel dread about it.
#neurodivergent issues#neurodivergent struggles#neurodivergent diagnosis#autism#being autistic#actually autistic#asd problems#adhd things#animal crossing#birthday#mental health#mental wellbeing#mental health matters#i’m literally so done.#like i understand im autistic STFU ALREADY.#cw rant#cw cursing (once)#end of rant.#👏
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not really a vent, but uh, basically something that's been affecting me for a while actually
Tw for sui mention, bullying
So, for a while I haven't even understood myself very well and I think I just figured myself out more and why I'm the way I am, pretty much
So basically, I've figured out that there's a pretty good chance I have autism, and here's why
Since I was little I've actually preferred to teach myself on several things (for example I refused to let my parents teach me how to read), and there were at least a couple of minor delays (for example, a speech delay), however they were so minor that no one would even think anything was really wrong with me even today.
I've always been super attached to fiction, even with being restricted to only a few things I like. Overall, I'd say fiction is my biggest interest.
I also find myself to lean towards animals more than people in general, which apparently is common with autism I guess?
There's also the thing I struggle with noise, there's certain noises I hate and I especially don't like loud noises. There's also certain foods I avoid due to their texture (ie applesauce). Also, I hate brightness outside.
Now here's why me saying I'm autistic is important: it's actually what provoked my peers to bully me in school, especially the one who did it the most (who I won't name).
The first time being in more social situations was actually when I used to go to church, which was only on Sundays. I don't remember how I felt around, I think I remember feeling safe around the other kids, solely because they were nice to me
That was about, maybe a year before 5th grade, when I went to an actual school (a christian private school), which meant I was with other kids, daily (also the time I got over my fear of using public restrooms. Not going into detail on that don't ask me)
I was shy, very shy. There were times I've actually cried there. I even went to outdoor school for the first time, which I actually got sick due to nerves (however I chose to stay because my best friend at the time was there too)
Speaking of them, we actually became best friends because we were both in 5th grade (and it was before we realized we were non-binary, at the time we were the only 5th graders who weren't boys)
But I also excelled academically, I got plenty of awards because of this.
6th grade came, and I was actually going to a public school) because private school was getting too expensive for my mom) and, *oh dear god.*
That's actually where the trauma actually started, I was bullied big time. Sure there were a few kids who picked on me every now and then, but there was this one asshole who was mean to me. He even said to my friend IN FRONT OF ME that I was "weird" and "annoying".
This also spread into junior high, he would still be mean to me from time to time, but it would happen less often because we were in different classes (in 6th grade he was my classmates, unfortunately).
Now, I wouldn't be as shy as I am today if it weren't for the trauma that I went through and if I was actually treated with respect. My fucking 6th grade teacher had the audacity to tell me that I was telking on this kid "for attention" even though it was an ongoing issue that nobody was doing anything effective about. Nothing fucking worked.
Anyway, I was also put in advanced math, which was great, which meant I can avoid being in the same class as him. I saw that I I was better than him, academically. It was how I could avoid feeling like he was more powerful than me. He mentally abused me, but why not show that I can be better than him, the bully?
In high school, I was always pushing myself to be better, especially in my classes; not only that, but I could actually handle being in those honors classes. Honors math and science. I even took some college classes while in high school. I was ahead of most of the kids in my grade, and was with basically the smartest kids in my grade.
That meant everything to me, not only because I wanted a reason to be better than that kid who bullied me, but also because I kept getting praised for being on top of the class. By my parents, and even the teachers. I had high expectations for myself.
Everything was alright, until after the distanced learning that everyone went through.
I eventually experienced what I believe to be burnout. Spending nearly all my energy staying on top of the class, and not focusing enough on what I wanted to do after high school.
Those high expectations I held for myself, trying to keep up with all that? Trying to have better grades than my bully so that I didn't feel so weak against him? That basically shattered my motivation. Now I'm basically stuck with a job that won't even keep me living in an apartment long enough without getting evicted due to not affording rent, along with food and other expenses.
So I graduated, now what? All that energy spent on trying to be the best overall, barely allowing myself to fail, now I'm not even sure if I even want to go to college at this point.
If you've seen my mental breakdowns on my vent accounts, breaking down at even the simplest things, well, trauma basically refused to let me grow out of it, so now here I am, sill a sensitive person, sensitive to criticism (hence why I talk about having RSD).
And now, because of that, because of how sensitive I am, if I get very unhappy (which happens often) I usually talk about wanting to kms (sometimes I even think about it, as well as wanting to harm myself, although I don't actually do that because I'm afraid of the pain). In my opinion, I think my mental problems basically manifested around age 18-19, since that's when my mental problems seem to have worsened.
I also experience a lot of self-hatred, that I'm very sure co.es from getting bullied basically for being myself.
So, now what? I've figured this out, I understand myself even more, but what else do I do with it other than letting you guys know why I'm the way I am? Why I break down easily and why I'm shy, and why I'm so... weird?
Maybe not feeling much emotion has to do with this trauma, maybe some of it has to do with autism, maybe both?
Now because of all this, I cam say I most likely need therapy, but I don't know, I don't really want to see one either, most likely having to do with how I prefer to do things on my own.
Tldr: I figured out that I'm more than likely autistic, which provoked other kids to bully me, which led to trauma, which led to my mental problems I show.
Now even though I basically self-diagnosed myself, I don't want to get a professional diagnosis, as that can jeopardize me being able to get a driver's license or even living independently, even though I may actually have the mental ability for that.
(Sorry if this is hard to follow, if you want me to explain other parts let me know)
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Keep Watching. 34
Ch33 Ao3
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Chapter 34
I can’t believe that peppermint-haired bastard had the nerve to challenge Deku in front of me. The audacity of that extra. And then I have to deal with that annoying teacher who always looks like she’s naked. Sometimes, I wonder what was wrong with all these clowns. If it weren’t for the fact that she was a decent teacher, I would have agreed with most of these damn extras’ about her outfit. “Your student representative is Bakugo Katsuki!” Well, no surprise there. I did get first place in the entrance exam. It's just proving how all these extras are beneath me.
As I approached the stage, my nerves began to act up. I knew I needed to stay calm, just like every other time I was in the spotlight. All I had to do was say something to get everyone off their game. It seemed so simple. So why was my throat getting dry when I looked out at the crowd? To focus, I tried to keep my eyes on one spot. When I saw Deku, suddenly I became calm, and the noise around me went silent. “I’m going to take first place! Make no mistake about it!”
As I went back into the crowd, the nose returned. But it didn’t matter. I don’t care about the rest of the extras, but the extras in my class better make it to the final round. With that out the way, it’s time to put words into action. While red glass went about announcing the first event, I tried to stay calm.
No matter how often I was put on display for strangers to judge me, it never got easier. I was still getting nervous, and my palms were getting dangerously sweaty. Just need to remember that trick the old man taught me about getting through stage fright. He always kept telling me to repeat the same thing. To keep my eyes on the prize and ignore the world around me. It usually helped to where I zoned out everything and everyone around me.
But what would be my prize in this stupid event? Besides winning the Sports Festival, which I knew would be easy. There needs to be something ease since my dad’s trick isn’t working. I’m still shaking. Then I automatically started to look through the crowd and spotted Deku and peppermint hair. That’s it! My prize will be making sure those two knew I was better than them. Especially making sure that half-half bastard learns he challenged the wrong person. Everyone will know my name by the end of this. I will prove everyone wrong about me!
Once the first challenge was chosen, I took another breath and got my head in the game. An obstacle course shouldn’t be too hard. Oh, how wrong I was. Besides the annoying tight exit, the half-half bastard tried to freeze everyone in place. But I easily got out of that situation. Then came those damn mechs. Why bother fighting these when the whole point was to make it to the finish line first. And I wasn’t going to allow that peppermint hair to get there before I did.
I was close to his tail until we came to the line mines. Up until this point, I have been trying to be careful not to overuse my quirk. If I learned anything these past two weeks, it’s better to conserve as much energy as I can. Especially since I wanted to be at my best for when it finally was time to fight. That was until there was a large explosion behind me. And when I turned to look, I was in disbelief. Damn it, Deku!
As I picked up the pace and used my quirk to boost my speed, I saw from the corner of my eye that even Icyhot gave up on not using his quirk for this obstacle. We were neck and neck as we were near the end of the minefield. That’s when I felt something on my shoulder before it pushed me down and back. But before I could process what just happened, a large explosion threw me back, making me land on my rear end. I quickly got up and I saw that Icyhot was back running ahead. No fucking way I was losing!
Damn it! I was just a few seconds slower. It felt like my lungs were burning when I finally stopped next to peppermint hair. While I tried to catch my breath, I stared between scarface and Deku. Why didn’t the nerd look as out of breath as the rest of us? I always hated that. It was another one of those small details that bugged me to no end. Maybe I should work more on running and my lung endurance.
As I got crowded by so many extras, it was suffocating. And I couldn’t make a team if I had no idea what everyone’s quirks were. But thankfully, that shitty hair approached me. That’s one person I knew what they could do. Even though he was trying to sell me on why I should have him on my team, I had already made up my mind. Then I spotted pinky nearby and even smiley. This would be a perfect team.
“Change of plans.” While we went after the disrespectful blonde extra, I had to make my next move count. Thankfully, I had the perfect team. I not only was able to learn what his teammates could do, it made my next choice clear for victory. Now, with enough points to stay in the running. But before we could go after Deku and Icyhot, time ran out. Damn it! We didn’t get first, but we at least made it to the final round.
While everyone started to walk out of the stadium, I happened to notice how half-and-half pulled Deku to the side. So, keeping out of sight, I stood behind and listened. Damn, that kid has issues. But that wasn’t none of my business. Especially with that strange assumption that All Might was Deku’s father. That is impossible. I’ve known the nerd for almost my whole life. If anything, Deku was just copying All Might because he’s a nerd like that. Scarface and everyone at least make a point about how Deku’s quirk seemed similar to the number one hero. But that was nothing. And the nerd did spend a lot of time with him. Properly being the nerdy shit he was.
Yet, hearing about how Icyhot was only born to do what his father couldn’t just sickened me. I knew about quirk marriages since people kept whispering that’s how I was born. Especially when those damn teachers and sore losers blame my parents for only getting together because of their quirks. That always seemed to set the hag off. Even the old man had clearly felt insulted. Then, when my folks tried to explain what everyone was talking about, it never made any sense. And hearing peppermint hair talk about it finally clicked what my folks were trying to tell me. But I can’t focus on that now.
Damn it, nerd! Why do you still do that? Saying how you got help to get here sounds so pathetic. That’s impossible. You need to give yourself more credit. Damn it! Why am I even caring about this? I need to get my mind in the game. That money baby and nerd are still my competition, and I will win. But first, I need to eat so I can fight at my absolute best.
“Uraraka?” Why did that name sound so familiar? When I heard a slight squeak behind me, I looked to find the sound. It’s then I saw that round cheeks was trying to use her pompoms to hide. Could she be this Uraraka? As I repeated the name in my head, it started to click. Now that I think about it, where did I hear the name before? Deku would say it a lot when he addressed doom head. So she really was my first opponent.
This only meant I couldn’t go easy on her. Not because she was a girl, but the fact she hung out with the nerd. Which was more dangerous. There’s a chance that Deku would help her plan a strategy to take me down. Now I have to figure out what would be the best way to counter whatever that nerd could think about. It’s then that I recall some of how that extra’s quirk works. At that, I couldn’t help but let a smirk cross my face.
As long as she can’t touch me, I would have the upper hand. But there was also the possibility round face would try to use my quirk against me. Which could mean that I would need to stay grounded. Along with paying attention to her every action. I can’t let my guard down. Especially since that damn nerd would definitely give her pointers on how to take me down. So beating her would also equal to winning against Deku’s strategy.
When I got to the stands, with the rest of the extras from my class, it felt so suffocating. With how close everyone was sitting. I was grateful to see a seat that was at the end. There was no way I would sit where I couldn’t get out if needed. But the moment I sat down, that damn shitty hair came near me. “Hey, Bakugo! Are you just as hyped as the rest of us?” I just side-eye him before bringing back my focus to the center of the stadium. “Come on, bro. Don’t be that way.”
“What’s wrong with Bakugo?” I heard pinky and someone else giggling. But I tried to tune them out. There’s no way they would understand that I’m trying to keep my focus on the end goal. Yet, someone just had to shove my shoulder.
“What the hell do you want!” When I looked, it was shitty hair. At that, he placed his arm around my shoulders. I tried to push him off me. I don’t need the distractions. “Get off!”
“Chill out, bro. Your match is the last one. So, relax till then.”
I gave one more hard push at shitty hair’s face and got him off me. He fell back to the next chair behind him. “How about you take things seriously! Regardless of whether my match was first or last, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I stay on my game and win this thing.”
Shitty hair rubbed his face as he returned to the rest of the class of idiots. “Whatever, man.” I didn’t miss the hateful expression my classmates gave me before looking away. The same expression everyone had given me all my life. At least they all got the hint and moved far away from me as much as possible. Just then, the first match was announced to begin. When I looked at the big screen, I couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh. Seriously, nerd. You really don’t know how to deal with getting your photo taken. But you were able to be fine before. What changed now?
As I watched the match, I felt uneasy about how Deku suddenly started to turn around. So, the troll doll’s quirk was a type of mind control. And, of course, the nerd fell for it. Didn’t tails was going to talk to him about the troll? But what caught my attention was how the nerd got back in control. I wonder what happened that he was able to activate his quirk like that. After all, a person has to be conscious to use their quirk. What could have happened that the nerd was able to do so subconsciously?
Next was the match was peppermint hair and smiley. Now, what was wrong with him? Icyhot seemed to overdo it with his ice quirk. Does this have to do with the conversation he had with Deku? Or how his father was in the stands, watching? Either way, half-and-half clearly didn’t have his head in the game. Which can either go in my favor or against me if I’m not careful. Once that match was over, I decided to walk around. I saw enough to know that I had nothing to worry about.
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Even All Might seemed confused about what I saw. It was hard to explain to him that I saw eyes staring right back at me. Especially when I couldn’t tell if they were real or all in my head. But after talking to All Might, I went about trying to meet up with my class. And that’s when I ran into Endeavor. As intimidating as the guy was, I couldn’t back down. After what Todoroki told me, his father is just full of himself. Todoroki deserves better than whatever this guy did.
After my encounter with the number 2 hero, I somehow bumped into someone else. The force had me falling back on my butt. Was I not paying attention again? “Sorry.” As I got up, I slowly noticed the boots. I quickly looked up. “Kacchan!”
Kacchan had his arms folded as he looked angry at me. “Watch it, nerd.” I knew it. Before I could apologize, he heavily poked my forehead. “What the fuck happened with the troll doll?”
“Troll doll?” I finally looked at Kacchan’s face before quickly looking away. “Do you mean my match with Shinso?”
“What else would I be talking about?”
Why was Kacchan yelling at me? Did I do something wrong? “I’m not sure.” I couldn’t help but fidget with my hands as an uneasy quiet settled between us.
“Your next match is with the Icyhot bastard.” I quickly looked back at Kacchan. It was then I saw how he was looking away. “You better not fuck up.” He then stepped closer to me and pinched my cheek. “I want to earn my win. So, only the absolute best is allowed to face me.” That’s when he let go of my cheek and sucked his teeth. “You got that, nerd.”
I rubbed my cheek as I nodded. “Understood, Kacchan.”
“Good.” He then used his thumb to point behind him. “The rest of the idiots are 3 exits that way. On the 3rd exit, take the stairs.”
“Thank you, Kacchan.” I couldn’t help but smile as I walked past him. But I do wonder why he was not with everyone else.
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