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atlas-likes-writing · 4 months

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Death in the Family

Characters: Jason Todd/Red Hood, Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Bruce Wayne/Batman

Summary: The world is falling. Dick and Jason are trapped under the rubble of a now-destroyed building. It takes everything to escape.

Word Count: 2325

Tags: Angst, whump, gore, graphic depictions of injuries, death/deaths in the past, swearing (but nobody actually gives a shit about that), mentions of explosions, angst with a sad ending.

Authors Note: Is the pacing goofy? Yes. Do I care? No. I will be paying in advance for everyone's therapy bills regardless. This fic was inspired by the movie "Fall" on Netflix! Let me know if you want me to tag you in my fics!

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It’s as if the world is falling. Everything feels so heavy. An uncomfortable weight lies on his chest. Moving doesn’t help. It instead makes it worse. A disgusting feeling of wetness coats the side of his face. Is it sweat? Tears? He can’t tell. His body is heavy. His eyelids are heavy. Maybe he should just stay there. Slip into sleep again. Maybe then that weighted feeling will leave him.

“-Bird!”

A tiny voice sounds out in the dim. That’s peculiar. What’s the importance of a bird right now? He’ll figure that out when he wakes up. He’s too tired to care right now.

“Jaybird!”

The voice is clearer now. Louder, but not to the point of deafness. Loud in the way your parents are loud when they yell at you from downstairs to tell you that dinner is ready. It’s distant. Muffled. Like someone has put earmuffs over his ears.

“For goodness' sake, Jason! Wake up!”

That’s what got his eyes to snap open. When he does, he’s met with almost pitch black. His arms are pinned to the ground beneath him by sharp stones. No, not stones. Boulders. His left arm has clearly snapped at the force of them falling on top of him. The dull throb that emanates from the now useless limb is soon to crescendo, but for now that’s all it is; a dull throb. It’s now Jason realises that the uncomfortable weight isn’t just the feeling of impending doom as he originally thought. It’s a slab of concrete. Thick and jagged and it’s digging into his torso, surely leaving bruises in its wake.

He begins to panic when the dust begins to settle on his eyelids. How long had he been down there? He shifts around, attempting to move any of the debris that fell on him. Immediate regret shoots through him; as does a sharp, blinding pain in his leg. He cries out. The sound of it is gravelly and clogged as if something is stuck in his esophagus. The dust around him coats everything. His skin, his helmet (which he now realises is broken), his tattered costume; everything. It sticks to the interior of his throat and makes speech scratchy.

“Nightwing?” he calls out to the darkness, “What happened? Dick? Are you there?”

“I’m here, Jason. Had me worried for a second there,” the voice of his brother breaks through the cracks between the rock. Relief floods through the younger man.

“Oh, thank the gods,” he responds. “Where are you? Are you injured?”

“I’m fine, Jaybird. Only a couple scratches. You’re the priority right now. Keep talking to me, okay? Do you remember what happened?”

What did happen? The vigilante ignores the pounding in his head in an attempt to recall the happenings of the past thirty minutes. His mind is filled with the images of a battle with the Joker. Jason broke down at the sight of him, and his distraction resulted in the C4 at the base of the high-rise building to explode, falling directly on top of them as a result. The two men are lucky to be alive. It’s a miracle Dick scraped away with only a few bruises and scratches.

Yeah, Dick is apparently far luckier than Jason right now.

“The fucking Joker,” Jason spits. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Let’s focus on getting out of here first, eh? We don’t know if the rest of the family are trapped under here as well.”

Dick’s defusal works. Jason breathes in deeply to calm his nerves. His eyesight begins to adjust to the darkness, and he can make out his surroundings more clearly.

“Right. Yeah. You’re right. Where are you? I can’t see you anywhere.”

“I’m next to you, Jason. Through this gap in the rock,” Dick replies. At his words, Jason tilts his head as far as his predicament will allow him (which, predictably, is not very far), and the eyes of his brother shine out in the dim between two large rocks that separate them. They’re bright and unmoving and make Jason relax a little. They always seem to have that effect. The constancy of them always ooze safety and competence no matter the situation. He’s Nightwing. His gaze can make even Batman feel safe. All it takes is a meaningful look and Jason feels calmer almost immediately.

The younger man moves his head back to its original position, looking up at the debris instead of to the side. He closes his eyes, before throwing his head back onto the ground in frustration.

“Fuck! This is my fault,” he exclaims.

“We both know that’s bullshit,” Dick replies. Jason fights the urge to tut at him mockingly for his colourful language. “That man beat you to half-to-death and then caused the building you were in to explode. Nobody is blaming you for acting the way you did. This is not your fault. Stop blaming yoursel-"

“People could be dead, Dick.”

That shuts him up.

The two brothers lie there in silence for a while before Jason speaks up again.

“We should be dead, Dick.”

“How come?”

“What are the chances of us making it this far? You’ve been a vigilante since you were what, eight? You’ve been in the game almost as long as Bruce, and yet here you are.”

Dick remains quiet. Jason continues.

“Me? I did die. Quite horrifically, might I add. Yet here I am.” Jason opens his eyes and turns back to his brother. “Why am I not dead?”

“Because it wasn’t your time.”

“Then when is my time?”

“Not right now, if you’re wondering.”

Now it’s Jason’s turn to be silent.

“You have your whole life ahead of you,” Dick states, “Now is not the time for you to talk like you want to give up.”

“I’m legally classified as dead, Dick. There is a gravestone in the gardens of the Manor with my name on it. I’m already halfway there.”

“And? You’re alive right now, right? Is that not excuse to keep on living?”

Jason sighs, a heavy exhaustion settling like bricks on his body.

“Fuck you, man.”

“What for?”

“For being right.”

Dick’s eyes remain trained him, steady and still. It’s almost unsettling. The older of the two speaks up, this time with humour in his voice.

“I’m always right,” he says, a smile evident in his voice despite the fact that Jason can’t see the lower portion of his face. The younger brother chuckles, the sound scratchy and harsh.

“Now that’s bullshit.”

The silence that follows is comfortable despite their surroundings. Jason closes his eyes, a faint smile on his face. He could fall asleep here and be perfectly content with it. A heaviness presses on his eyes as he begins to drift off.

“Jason! Don’t close your eyes.” For the second time in the span of about five minutes, his eyes snap open in shock. They flutter for a moment, and he lets out a disgruntled groan.

“I’m tired, Dick. I want to sleep.”

“I know you want to, kiddo, but I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Bruce will never forgive himself if you end up dead.”

Jason scoffs. “Fuck that. He’d get over it as soon as the funeral’s over.”

“Yeah right,” Dick replies. “You didn’t see how he treated himself after the first time. He nearly destroyed himself.”

“Let’s put the emphasis on nearly, hm?” he spits into the darkness. “If I was in his position, I would have torn the world apart if he had-”

“Bruce isn’t you, Jason!”

“What. And you are, Golden Boy?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“What did you mean then?”

An audible sigh is heard from the other side of the boulder but the older of the two brothers otherwise stays silent. Jason closes his eyes again, this time out of regret.

“Shit. Look, Dick. I’m sorry. We shouldn’t waste oxygen arguing.”

“You’re right. We shouldn’t. I’m sorry.”

It’s at this point when an audible drip of something falls onto the rocks behind Jason’s head. His eyebrows knit into a frown at the sound. What was that? Is there water above them? If so, maybe they could use it to find which way is up so they can escape.

Another drip, this time closer to his head. He can’t see the droplet of whatever it is falling from the ceiling of debris. Is it coming from the side? He turns his head away from Dick to look for the source. In the dim, he can make out a puddle of something next to his head. He squints his eyes, and he sees that it’s red.

Oh.

Red. Crimson. It’s blood.

His blood.

He’s bleeding.

The thing coating the side of his face isn’t sweat or tears. It’s his own blood.

Oh God.

Was the space he was trapped in always this claustrophobic?

Was this smell of death always present?

His chest is tight. His throat is closing. The pounding in his head heightens.

A short way above him, he can hear his family. They’re shouting for him. They’re shifting rubble and debris. They’re trying to reach him. They’re shouting for Dick. Dick is shouting back.

They can’t hear him.

“Jason! Shout! Let them hear you!”

He does so. He shouts. He screams. He yells. He yells for Bruce. He yells for Tim. He yells for Steph. He yells for anyone who might be there to save him.

“Red Hood? Is that you?” He hears his father’s voice.

“Bruce!” Jason replies. “It’s me! Help me!”

“Keep shouting, Jaylad. We’ll find you!”

He continues to yell for his father. His voice quickly growing hoarse from the dust that sticks to his windpipe. Beside him, Dick urges him to keep going.

“Keep shouting, Jason! Keep it up! Don’t stop!”

It’s only when light spears through the rubble and debris is pulled away that he stops. Tears stream down his face as the now unsettled dust falls on top of him all at once. He squints as his eyes try to adjust to the newfound light. The boulders pinning his broken arms are lifted and the slab of concrete is removed from his ribs. Strong arms lift him up and out of the pit he was in moments before. Bruce was always able to lift him as if he weighed nothing. Now is apparently no different. He’s picked up and cradled by his father like a child as he’s taken away from the hell that trapped him. He hunts for his family amongst the destroyed remains of the building that fell on top of them. He sees Tim. Damian. Steph. Duke. Cass. Carrie. Harper. Kate. Everyone. They’re all there. They’re all safe.

But they’re missing someone.

“Dick! You left Dick!” Jason’s voice cracks. Bruce gazes at Jason, the eyes behind the cowl seem sad. Defeated. It’s an unnatural look on the man. The Dark Knight shouldn’t look defeated.

“I’m sorry Jason,” Bruce soothes. He sounds broken. Why does he sound broken?

“What? No. Can you not find him? He’s there! He was right next to me!” he exclaims. Jason looks over Bruce’s shoulder to see his family gathered around the hole he was pulled out of. Steph is crying into Tim’s shoulder, his hand rubbing her back in an attempt to calm her. Damian is on one knee; the blade of his katana is stuck into the ground in front of him with his head lowered as if in prayer. Kate puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. What are they doing? Can they not find him? Jason feels like a child. Helpless and ignored.

As he continues watching, he sees a flash of black and red fly into the pit. There’s silence for a moment before he sees Connor Kent bring the limp body of Dick Grayson out of the rubble. From where Jason is, he can see the teary eyes of the Kryptonian and his heart sinks to the ground.

He doesn’t want to look down from Connor’s face. He doesn’t want to see the truth of it. He saw Dick in the rubble moments ago. He was alive! He was well! He only had a few scratches. He said it himself! He-

“-was dead on impact.”

His eyes are open, but the usual shine is gone. They’re glassy and dead.

What?

No.

That-

That doesn’t make sense.

“But he was talking to me! I heard him speak!” Jason exclaims. Bruce shakes his head.

“No, you didn’t,” he states, voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“You’re gaslighting me? Really?”

“He didn’t talk to you, Jason. I promise you that.”

Jason looks down from his brother’s eyes, unbelieving. He knows what he heard. Dick was speaking to him as clearly as his father does now. He was speaking right into his ear, for heaven’s sake! He looks at Dick’s mouth as if to disprove his father’s words.

Or rather, where Dick’s mouth should be.

His jaw is gone. Probably smashed by a rock on impact. The hinge hangs uselessly on Connor’s arm. It’s grim and ugly. Jason can’t look away despite himself.

“They say that,” Bruce begins, “sometimes, when someone is in a life-or-death scenario, their brain hallucinates a loved one as an act of self-preservation.”

The puzzle pieces are locking into place. The fact that Dick’s voice is what woke him up in the first place is making sense now. The fact that Jason never saw the lower portion of his face is making sense now. The smell of death wasn't coming from him. The unblinking, still eyes wasn’t a knowing gaze, he was fucking dead and Jason didn’t realise. He was stuck in a hole with the corpse of his older brother, and he didn't fucking know. But Dick saved Bruce from having two dead sons that day.

Even in death, Dick Grayson is always there to keep you safe. I suppose he is luckier in that respect.

Should I do a part 2 to this?

Reblogs appreciated!

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#dc comics #batfamily #gotham #batman #dc #red hood #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #angst #whump #angst with a sad ending

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yeonkaiis · 3 years

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he’s just...🥺

#beomgyu #tomorrow x together #txtnetwork #kpopgfxnetwork #moasource #i just #this needed to be on my blog that's all #that's it that's the reason look at him #this fancam was clearer than my eyesight and his make up was ON POINT #ethereal #absolutely ethereal

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pareokey · 2 years

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flowing maple leaves

pairing: aether x reader

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ reader info: fem!reader

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ set: college au

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ summary: he always sees her around campus and in class, even though they haven't interacted. he knew he had feelings for her. that is until autumn came by.

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ words: 1.2k

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ warning(s): none, just fluff (о´∀`о)

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ notes: this is my first time writing a fanfic, please be nice and wait for me to improve! i had this idea for a few days already but now i finally decided to take a big L and write a fanfic (´；ω；`)

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it was during the summer when everything changed.

aether was walking through the campus hall, doing nothing except listening to music on his earphones. class starts in 30 minutes, so he had a few minutes to spare. nearly every student was in the hallway but then...

one blob of (H/C) caught his eyes. stopping in his track, he put his focus on the blob. it was getting clearer by the seconds, that is when he realized that it was one of his homeroom classmates, (Y/N). she walk passed him, talking to her friends.

aether's eyes followed her, he had been fancied by her since the first day of the semester.

classes started 20 minutes ago. sitting at one of the back rows, he was already dreading for this class to end. suddenly the door was slam opened, in came a girl trying to catch her breath.

" s-sorry for being late! " she said, " i may or may not have woken up late and got distracted by a pet store on the way here, haha... "

" ah, ms. (L/N) is it? " the professor smiled, " do not worry, please find a seat and sit down. " nodding rapidly, she went and sat down three rows before him.

as the class resumed, aether can't help but kept his eyes on the girl, already making conversations with the person beside her.

it had already been months since that day and he still remember it clear as the sky. now there were falling orange leaves everywhere, it is truly a peaceful day. the (H/C) blob was already gone from his eyesight. sighing, aether decided to return to class.

the day ended, he thought that it would be nice to take a stroll at the park. entering the park, the scenery was calm and refreshing. nearing the big lake until he saw the same blob from this afternoon.

「 (Y/N).. 」 he thought, the said girl is standing a few steps away from him, one hand holding a drink another her phone.

her skirt was flowing with the wind, staring into the distance. with the perfect setting, aether can't help but steal a picture of her. just as he looked up, she was walking away, another quick glance and he saw a ribbon falling out from her bag.

he continued his track and picked up the ribbon. realizing that she could be far away already, he hurried to give it back.

there was a tap on her shoulder, she turned around and was shocked to see the warm blonde-haired boy with a braided ponytail that she had been crushing on ever since she saw him in the hallways.

" ah..haha, hey! " he said, " uhh...you dropped this. "

she took it and quickly said, " oh! thank you, aether.. "

he was surprised that she knew his name but smiled nonetheless.

there was an awkward tension surrounding them, as (Y/N) was trying to think of something to say, aether started " um.. y'know, I know this is the first time we literally ever talked but do you want to hang out someday? " as she was processing his words, (Y/N) stuttered out

" s-sure! yes, yes i would love to! " nodding rapidly, the same motion she did on the first day.

he giggles, " alright, here's my number. talk to you later! "

awed by the sound of his giggles, she only nodded and watched him walk away when he was out of ear-shot. she started squealing and did a little dance.

after their little interaction, both of them quickly became closer than ever. some even thought that they were a couple but they quickly denied it.

today was the day that they decided to hang out at a small and cozy café. walking in the café, arms linked together with smiles on their faces, looking like a perfect, cute couple. but are they really a couple? no, they're not.. not yet

after ordering their food, they went to sit at a table by the window. " so, how are your studies going? " aether started, " uuunghh.. can we not talk about school? let's talk about ourselves instead! " (Y/N) replied.

he laughed, " sure sure, what do you want to know? "

" well.... i noticed that you're always walking back home with your sister, lumine! and.. i was wondering- "

" haha, i thought we were going to talk about ourselves. not about my sister. " he cut her off. " she's related to you! it's the same thing! "

he deadpanned at her. " fine, fine! " she scoffs " if we're going to talk about ourselves then... "

aether titled his head a little bit in question.

founding the little action adorable, she can't help but let a bit of red appear across her cheeks. she coughs " uhh.. do you have anyone that you're crushing on?! " when he heard that question, it was as if his brain stopped working.

"uh.. uhh.. i... i..." aether stuttered, " you..? "

" of course! i-i mean.. maybe? probably? i do like them but i'm not sure if they also reciprocate my feelings.. " he smiled sadly, " oh, oh! well, that person is very lucky to be liked by you! i hope they return your feelings! " she said, a little too quickly.

" i do hope so. what about you though? "

" me! ... right, me. umm, i don't think i like anyone for me but there's.. there's this boy.. " his heart dropped, " he's really cute! and nice, like! like, he's really nice to everyone and i like that about him. when he was walking through the halls with his earphones on too, i really can't get any confidence to talk to him though.. " aether was listening to his crush talking about another boy.

" that's.. he sounds like an amazing guy! " she nodded quickly as to agree with him, " well, i hope you talk to him because he is really a lucky guy to have you. " he smiled. " i will, i will talk to him. thanks, aether! "

" your welcome. "

as they left the café, they both had agreed to walk around the park.

there was a comfortable silence between them, each thinking about their own crush. stopping under a maple tree..

" (Y/N). " he began, " yes, aether? "

the sound of his name rolling out of her mouth made him melt inside.

staring directly in her eyes lovingly, " i really want you to know that, i.. i really like you. do you want to go on.. a date! with me? " the expression she made as she was comprehending his words shouldn't have a lot of effects on him. finally, she started

" you..! me? you like me?! oh my god, i.. yes, yes i do want to go on a date with you! " he smiled sweetly as he watched her blush redden.

wrapping one of his hands around her waist, another resting on her cheek. " can i..? ", she looked up and nodded.

as they kissed under a maple tree.

˚꒰ ෆ◞˚ notes: thanks for reading! i hope you enjoy it jskajdjakda, i reread it multiple times but i still think it sucks :( omg im embarrassed

#aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #aether imagines #aether #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x y/n #aether fluff #genshin impact imagines #🍣— pareokey

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strawberryspence · 3 years

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52 for the blurb thingy? The cult episode when the compound blows up. Fem!reader to Derek. Basically she thinks Spencer is dead and loses it.

📖 - Thank you for this! I made it into Hotch instead of Derek because Derek was inside with Spencer in the episode but other than that here is your request! 🤍

Prompts used: 52. Get the fuck off of me!

Word Count: 701

"You have to let me in. I can't stay here." Hotch shakes his head. He was adamant that you were to stay by his side at all times. He knows that your relationship with Spencer can cause repercussions on the hostage situation.

"I am not letting you go anywhere. My decision is final. You wait here with me, you help with the people. Rossi and Derek goes in to get them." You chew on your lip as your heart beats in your chest.

Spencer, you boyfriend of two years, is inside a church with a cult leader that has sticks of bombs and is threatening to light it. You stare at the church at the sides as you see the SWAT slowly inching its way into it.

You look back as you feel Hotch's hand on your shoulder, "It's going to be okay." You nod as he hands you the kevlar vest to wear.

"Hotch, we're coming in." Derek's voice booms in your earpiece as Hotch gives him the instructions.

A minute later Emily is coming out of the side of the church with the women and children.

"Em! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" You ask her as you help her down the stairs to the ambulances.

"I am okay, help the others. Help the others." Instantly, you let go of her and help the children and babies going down the steps of the church.

"Em?! Where's Spencer?!" You shout at her as she helps the others coming down.

"He was in the church with Cyrus! Derek... Derek he said he'll get him!" Emily's voice was full frustration, knowing her you know she wanted to go with Derek but she had no vest or anything.

"Hotch, please, they're not here yet. We should go in the church now! Before its too late!" You protest as Hotch walks to your side, probably to watch you.

"No. My order is to stay her—" Hotch never gets to finish his sentence.

It was quick and slow at the same time. The ringing of the explosion shots straight to your ear. How fast the snap comes, it was gone just as fast.

There was nothing but ashy smoke, your eyesight was colored orange as the fire blazes on as the church burns down to the ground.

"No! Spencer!" You sob as you start lunging over but Hotch holds you down through your waist, "Calm down, I can't let you run in to a burning building." His face was calm but his voice wavering with worry.

"Get the fuck off me! That's Spencer in there!" Hotch only lets you go, as he lets out a sigh, when two shadowy figures comes out of the burning building.

"Spencer!" You throw yourself unto him, almost knocking him over and automatically sobbing into the crook of his neck.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." You repeat it like a mantra on his ear as you tighten your hold unto him. He was real. He was here. He was in your arms, breathing and fine.

"I am. I am okay because I am with you now. I love you." Spencer whispers back as he holds you tighter than humanly possible, a laugh bubbling from him. He can't believe he gets to do this again, seconds ago he thought he'd never get to hold you again.

"I love you. I love you, Spencer, so much. Please never go into cults again." You whisper gaining another laugh from him.

Spencer pulls away to get a clearer look at you. Tear marks was clear on your cheeks, he brushes his hands over the tears streaming down your face, "I am not going anywhere. I am sorry I made you worry." He tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear before giving your forehead a tender kiss.

"Come on, you need to see a doctor and no, I am not taking no as an answer." You help him down to the ambulance before mouthing a sorry to Hotch, he nods and gives you a soft smile.

The doctor checks up on Spencer for the next few minutes, but not once does Spencer let go of your hand and not once did you want him to.

#dae celebrates 300 #daeblurbs #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid blurb #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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Okay because we just watched Bloodsucking Bastards together....how about some smutty Max goodness with him turning the reader 👀🧛🏻‍♂️💋 pretty please with a cherry on top

I told you last night @justanotherblonde23 I was going to write something with Max Phillips and you gave me the perfect excuse you angel. :D Thank you for the request!

Pairing: Max Phillips x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ ONLY NSFW Oral (M & F receiving) Sex

Taglist: @josepedropascal @oldstuffnewstuff @justanotherblonde23 @heythere-mel @yespolkadotkitty @mrschiltoncat

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It Started at the Copy Machine

“Stupid...fucking...thing,” you kick the copier as it beeps and groans before pushing out more blank paper. “Ugh how the hell am I supposed to do my job if I can’t even get the fucking copier to work!?” You aim one more kick at the damn thing before walking towards the bosses office.

You bang on the door not waiting before you let yourself in. The smug bastard grins at you from his chair, feet resting on the desk and texting on his phone. “Mr. Phillips,” you shout before he’s already talking over you.

“Max. I’ve told you to call me Max cupcake,” he shoots his stupid finger guns at you and you roll your eyes groaning.

“Mr. Phillips I cannot do my job without the proper equipment. That,” you point towards the devil box, “piece of shit machine doesn’t work anymore. How the hell am I supposed to build ‘dreams’ if I can’t even make a copy!?” You huff and cross your arms.

“Baby-girl if you would just let me turn you. You would be able to go use any copier in the building in seconds,” he stands before coming over to you.

“Oh ho ho no, no, no. You are not turning me into one of those night of the living dead,” you wave your hand wildly toward the darkened office humming with his drones.

“Well then how about you just let me take you out sometime?” his tone surprises you and you do a double take at the smile on his face. For a moment he seems actually charming...not a complete asshole.

“Are you doing that freaky hypnotizing shit on me?” you blink furiously and shake your head.

He scoffs, “no, that shit only works on the weak minded.”

“What are you a fucking Jedi?” He bursts out laughing.

You sigh, “I guess you're not completely horrible and I do like free dinner. So why not?” Your smile pales in comparison to the blinding light of his own.

“You won’t regret it,” he reaches around you and pulls your phone from your back pocket, coping a feel in the process, “Here’s my number,” he puts it in and slides it back into your pocket.

You move to leave but change your mind as you quickly realize something, “Uhm Max…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not the dinner right?”

He laughs again before going back to work, “No, not this time.”

“This time?” you hesitate in the doorway.

“One day you will beg me to change you sweetheart, and that is the day where you will be my appetizer, dinner, and desert. But I won’t taste you before then.” His phone rings and he answers it in that fake salesman voice of his and you shudder. How can he so calmly threaten to one day eat you and then just take a phone call?

Oh...that’s right because he’s a fucking vampire. Maybe this wasn’t worth the free dinner.

It was worth it. Everything and more. That night alone with Max Phillips and every subsequent night you spent with him alone outside of that office was magic. Yes, he was an asshole, workaholic, sexy as fuck bloodsucking bastard. But, he was also protective, faithful, and loved you beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He kept good on his promise and never fed from you. Till tonight.

You readjusted the blood red tie around your neck. Looking over your reflection in the mirror. Wearing a solid black thong, one of Max’s grey vests, and his tie, nothing else. You reapply your red lipstick, and run your comb through your hair before stalling long enough. Opening the door and going into the bedroom.

“Mr. Phillips?” you coo. Grey pajama pants, white t-shirt, and reading glasses perched on his nose, he looks up from the file and drops it onto the floor. Using that vampire speed he is standing before you, running his hand over the curve of your ass.

“What’s the occasion? Did I miss our anniversary?” he croons.

“No,” you chuckle breathlessly, “Nothing like that...I want...I want you to turn me.” His hands freeze their path and his eyes snap to yours.

“Say that again,” he commands.

“Max Phillips. I fucking love you. I want to be with you forever, will you change me into a vampire?”

“I recall you once telling me you would never want to be one of the night of the undead,” he teases, pulling you back towards the bed before tossing you onto it. You bounce as you peer above at him through your lashes. He throws the glasses aside, his shirt and pants following. Until he stands before you naked.

You lick your lips. The view of him naked would never grow old. The sharp lines of his body, his slightly bulging arms, and god his cock; thick and pulsing, curving against his waist. He grabs your ankle and you squeal as he pulls you to the edge of the bed. His hands digging into the waistband of your panties as he slides them down, throwing them aside. He rips the vest apart. Buttons flying in all directions and you gasp as he slides the vest off your shoulders only leaving the tie.

He stands above you admiring his work, “Fuck I love it when you wear my clothes,” he takes a hold of the tie and pulls you up so your kneeling on the bed before him. He lets go digging his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly. He kisses you passionately and you breath him in. The lines become blurred of where you end and he begins as he makes love to your mouth. His tongue licking against your bottom lip and begging entrance.

“Lay back on the pillows,” he commands against your mouth and you shiver. Kneeling back and laying against the pillows your legs dropping open, pussy on display. “God I love this cunt,” he moves down and places gentle kisses to your thigh.

“But I don’t want to eat you just yet...well not there.” He pushes your knees together and lays down beside you, running his fingers gently over your cheek, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Do you really want this?” his voice takes on a seriousness you’ve only heard once before. The first time he told you he loved you.

“Yes,” you exhale, “I want to be with you forever, this is my choice Max. I choose you.”

He trembles and breathes deeply, “It’s going to hurt for a little while honey, but I promise I will do everything to make this experience memorable for you. I want to be with you forever too. I fucking love you.”

Your eyes shine with tears, and he smiles back tilting your head back gently. He puts a kiss on your eyelids, cheeks, forehead, and ear. Getting closer and closer to the pulse point on your neck. You hear the small click as his fangs descend and he places one more kiss on your neck before you feel his fangs dig in.

The skin breaks and the warm blood dribbles down your neck. You hear the sound of gulping as he inhales deeply. The pain is indescribable and you open your mouth to scream but no sound escapes. He unlatches and you wither on the bed as sweat begins beading on your brow, and you gasp clawing at your neck.

Max quickly moves lower and pulls your legs apart going in to devour your pussy. His fangs retracted, he sucks hard on your clit. The pain from your neck dimming as the pleasure in your lower belly grows. He pulls back and spits into your pussy before he licks a broad strip flattening his tongue. He takes two fingers and shoves them to the knuckle inside you setting a furious pace. Your neck still burns but you almost forget about it as your orgasm crashes over you. Max never stops, working you through it rubbing tight circles on your clit.

His mouth glistening, blood smeared on his chin, and that smug smirk on his face. You feel your strength begin to soar. Your eyesight becomes clearer, your senses heightening. The pain fading until all that’s left is the pleasure of Max spearing his tongue into your aching cunt over and over again. The second orgasm rolls over you in waves and doesn’t stop; more intense than ever before.

You grab him around the neck and pull him to you, kissing him. You taste yourself on his tongue and it’s even sweeter than before. “Max I want to fuck you,” you beg and throw him off you. He flies backwards with force into the wall and you are on him like a cheetah. Nipping at his chest, before dropping to your knees and shoving his cock all the way into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” his head hits the wall as he runs his hands through your hair and you bob on his cock. Your tongue working over the tip, your other hand coming up to massage his balls. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he pants.

You pull off with a pop gazing up at him, “Then cum inside me Max, I want to taste you.” He moans as you resume sucking his cock. You hollow your cheeks and take him as far back as he will go before ropes of hot seed come pouring down your throat. You swallow every last drop before pulling off and opening your mouth to show him.

“My good girl,” he praises, pulling you from your knees and digging his face in your neck. Nipping and kissing at his bite.

“Get on the bed Max,” you command, stepping away and he does as he’s told. He kneels on the bed and crawls to the top looking over his shoulder.

“Are you checking out my butt?” he teases and you giggle before nodding.

He turns and sits resting his back against the headboard. “Come to daddy baby,” he coos using one finger to beckon you forward.

You’re on him in a second grabbing for his still rock hard cock sliding down him in one go. You let his glorious cock stretch you before you can’t wait any longer, rocking against him. “Max, Max, Max…” you chant his name like a monk in a monastery.

He plants his feet on the bed and begins pounding up into you his thumb drawing tight circles on your clit as you feel yourself getting closer. Your hands reach up to the headboard and you hold yourself above him. He shoves his cock inside you over and over again as you clench as tight as you can. He moans loudly and your hands tighten on the headboard. The wood begins to splinter and crack as you cum on his cock screaming.

“Fuck baby,” he roars, cumming inside you. Your hands unclench from the wood and bring them down to his chest as you both pant to regain your breath.

“I think I broke the headboard,” you giggle and he chuckles kneading your ass with his hands.

“That you did my little vampire,” he scoots down the bed and lays down flat still inside you. Pulling your head down to rest in his neck. One hand still holding your ass, while the other trails up and down your back. “I love you,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too Max,” you snuggle into his neck and plant a kiss there.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, “About being with me forever?” You raise your head and cock your eyebrow.

“What part of making me a vampire and I love you didn’t you understand?” you tease.

His eyes take on that same serious look and your stomach drops, “oh fuck...are you…are you breaking up with me?”

“NO! No, fuck no! I’m...shit I’m messing this up…” he reaches toward the nightstand and comes back with….with a printer cartridge?

“Max...why do you have a printer cartridge in our nightstand?”

“You remember that day I first asked you out?” you nod, “Well you only came to my office to yell at me to get a new copier. Well after you left I went and checked it and turns out you just needed to change the ink.”

“You told me you bought a new one! You lying bastard!” you snarl and he shushes you.

“That’s not the point! The point is this printer cartridge was the start of our relationship and I’ve been saving it for this day...open it,” he places it in your hands and you shake it putting your forearms on his chest and you open the case. You swear your undead heart beats again at the ring set with a ruby and surrounded by diamonds.

“Max,” you whisper looking into his dark brown eyes.

“I imagined a more romantic setting then turning you into a vampire and laying in bed with my cock still inside you but for us this almost seems perfect. I love you. I have loved you from the minute you called me out in the office. I love your eyes, body, mind, and the fact that you don’t take any of my shit. You don’t need me but I am so thankful that you choose to be with me everyday. Will you be with me forever?”

You feel the blood trail down your eyes and onto his chest. “Yes,” you whisper. He places the ring onto your finger before running his fingers over your cheeks smearing the blood and licking it off his fingers.

“Holy shit,” you look down at the ring chuckling, “Are you sure, you really want to be tied with me forever?”

He smirks, “Forever and ever, doll.”

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Anon Request:

Can I request a mclennon fic where its like fluff and John realizes he really needs glasses (like he can NOT read) and Paul tells him he should really get his eyes checked but John continues to deny it. Eventually, maybe like a time skip pr something (or not whatever u decide :>), it turns out he does get his eyes checked (cause Paul convinced him lol) and has to wear glasses but he feels insecure wearing them so paul continues to tell him how nice he looks in them :>> (sorry this is so long...)

Read how to send me a request!

Buddy Holly Look

Pairing: John Lennon x Paul McCartney (McLennon)

Warnings: Q-slur, some cursing

Words: 1000+

Summary: John and Paul are weeks into their new friendship. John has been trying to hide the fact that he has trouble seeing to Paul because he’s too proud and embarrassed to need specs.

Author’s Note: Here you go anon! I decided to have them be their young boy selves! Hope you and everyone else enjoys! Please forgive me that I’m used to journalistic writing and punctuation. It’s very different from creative writing. Hope that doesn’t bother you all too much.

* This is fiction. Some details may not be historically accurate for plot.

“John! Your friend his here!” Mimi shouted from the kitchen downstairs.

John bounced off his bed and rushed to the front door. He has been sitting in his room for hours practicing the song Paul showed him last time he was over instead of doing his homework. He had to make sure Paul knew he was improving so he didn’t seem stupid or anything.

“Hey!” John said sounding a little bit more excited than expected when he answered the door to see Paul beaming with a smile, guitar in hand.

“Hey there, Lennon,” he chuckled. “Ready to show me what you’ve got?”

“Of course I do, you stupid git,” John joked, moving over to let Paul in.

They went up to John’s room which was tidy just for Paul’s visit. Paul slightly smiled when he saw how neat the room was. He knew for a fact John wasn’t this clean all the time. ‘How cute?’ He thought.

Paul took a seat on John’s desk chair and John sat on his bed.

“So how is the song coming along?” Paul asked as he gave his guitar strings a light strum to check its sound.

”I’ve got it, you just listen,” the older boy replied cockily. John began to play and sing “Blue Moon” by Billie Holiday, a slight shake in his voice now that Paul was watching him. He was so nervous all of a sudden.

“Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone, without a dream in my heart... mm.. without a... hmm... ermm...”

“Hm?” Paul tilted his head. He could tell John forgot the words, but he couldn’t help but smile. John’s face when he was focused was so funny. He would furrow his thick eyebrows and just stare at whatever he was deciding on. He was so expressive but Paul was sure his new friend wouldn’t want to hear something like that.

“Ah what a load of shit!” John complained, frustrated by his mistake. He worked so hard to perfect the song all week and he still ended up messing it up. He squeezed the neck of the guitar until his knuckles turned white.

“Hey hey!” Paul chuckled as he lightly placed his hand on John’s knee in attempt to calm him down. “Don’t sweat it Johnny if you forgot the lyrics.” Paul pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket with the lyrics on it. He hand-wrote them in case there was an occasion one of them would forget the words---it seemed that today was the day. “Here,” he handed the other boy the paper.

John rolled his eyes, pushing his whiff-styled hair back before taking the lyrics.

He glanced over it but couldn’t help but squint his eyes. When that didn’t work, he brought the paper so close to his face that it could practically touch his curved nose.

“What’s with your shit writing?” he complained. There was actually nothing wrong with Paul’s writing. It was very legible.

Paul watched his friend struggle. This happened the last time they played music together and almost all the times they went out to eat or something. John would bring the menus so close to his face but Paul never paid much attention until now.

“Have you considered getting your eyes checked?”

John put the paper down and stared at the younger boy. “Are you trying to say I need specs? I’d look pathetic.”

“Just a thought. I don’t think you would look pathetic...” Paul said a bit shyly, thinking of John with thick Buddy Holly-type glasses. Wouldn’t that be rich?

John stared at him a bit longer, thinking of his comment just now. “I wouldn’t?”

“Nope. I think you’d look quite good. You can make it work.” Paul said confidently.

John fought back a smile. “Hm.. alright then, let’s get on with this song.” Paul smiled to himself knowing well John considered taking his advice. His friend was so stubborn.

They played their guitars and sang for a couple more hours but Paul continued to tease John about his eyesight when they were reading lyrics. “Oh, I’ve had it with you, you cunt.” John lightly pushed Paul’s shoulder, trying not to look to bothered by his comments. “Oh come on Johnny, you’re blind as a bat!” The younger boy laughed.

“Next time we are out, I’m going to lead you into the the women’s loo.”

“Shut up, ya dick. It’s getting late, go home to daddy.”

“Oh I’m only jokin’ Johnny.”

John rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, get home now. Tah, tah.”

“You’re no fun,” he teased. “Fine, I’ll go home. Next time I see you, I hope you have specs sitting on that face of yours. I’m telling you, you’d look fine.” Paul laughed more as he got up with his guitar, making his way out of the room. “Goodnight, Lennon.”

“Bye, Paul.” John rolled his eyes again, but smiled to himself the moment Paul left.

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A week has passed and John was walking to school earlier than usual to avoid having to deal with too many classmates poking fun at his new glasses. They were black, and thick rimmed. The doctor said he was long overdue for them and that this style wouldn’t catch too much attention. What a fucking lie. They made John feel so pathetic.

He walked quickly, hoping not to run into Paul in this small town. He knew Paul would see eventually but he didn’t want to have to hear it first thing in the morning.

“Oi, Buddy Holly!” a voice yelled from behind him along with the sound of loud stamps of feet trying to catch up to him. John turned and it was Paul. Great, he thought.

John immediately pulled the glasses off before Paul caught up to him.

“Let me see! Put them back on!” he laughed.

“No! That’s just what you want.”

“Of course it is! Let me see,” Paul poked his friend’s arm. “For me, Johnny.”

John stopped walking, faced Paul and sighed.

“Fine.”

Paul’s face brightened with a wide smile. John slowly put his glasses on, making Paul’s dumb, smiley face much more clearer. He shyly looked down and glanced up at Paul nervously. His fingers fidgeting in his pockets.

“....well?”

Paul chuckled and looked right into John’s small eyes, seeing how cutely the glasses framed his face. They were perfect. He looked perfect.

“You look great, Johnny. I’m glad you took my advice.”

The corners of John’s thin lips curled up. He couldn’t stop the smile this time.

“Alright then, you queer. Let’s get on then now that you are all satisfied that you harassed me into this.”

They smiled at each other, both of them feeling warm even with the cold chill of the morning surrounding them. Without waiting around any longer, they started to make their way to school --- side-by-side.

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