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creedslove · 5 months

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Omg bestie imagine calling older hubby Joel to pick you up from the club because you’re too drunk to drive home yourself.

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I love this idea, I just changed it slightly because I thought it would be better, honey ❤️

• you and Joel had broken up in the beginning of the year; you didn't see it coming, you were so happy with your man and you'd assumed he was happy with you too

• in fact, he was happy with you, he loved you dearly, but in his mind, he assumed it wasn't enough to continue the relationship, not when he worked impossible hours, was barely home to you, always too tired and with no energy, not to mention the age gap: Joel loved you, but deep down he knew you could do so much better

• he was convinced you deserved a man your age, someone who was fitter, who could spend time with you and build a life together, after all, Joel Miller had been through all of it and he just wanted to spend time relaxing and making ends meet, in order to have a comfortable life

• so he thought it was best for the two of you part ways, which you didn't take very well, in fact, it was so heartbreaking you ended up screaming at the top of your lungs how much you hated him in his front yard

• and once you calmed yourself down, you were mortified at what you'd done, as you felt so embarrassed and ashamed and you apologized to him hundreds of times and he just told you it was fine

• eventually you had broken up on some sort of good terms, he had told you you could always reach out to him whenever you needed to, but after that, you both had minded your own business

• until the night you went out with your friends and got hammered with drinks

• you didn't know exactly how, you just ordered one drink after the other and when you least expected, you were drunk

• and when you saw your friends, they were as drunk as you were and worse: insisting on driving, and since you refused to get a ride from them, and they refused to get a cab or whatever, they drove off completely wasted and you stayed behind

• but being that drunk at that hour of the night and alone, you didn't trust getting into anyone's car

• anyone except one person... Joel Miller

• so you called your ex-boyfriend and giggled when you heard his voice on the phone, it was clear he'd been either sleeping or he was about to, but the moment he caught you on the other side of the phone, he widened his eyes, worried something had happened

• but when you blabbered about how drunk you were and a little scared of getting home with someone else, Joel had already dressed up again and got his truck keys, asking for your location and trying to find you

• he would never let anything happen to you, at all

• so when you saw him parking, you walked to his truck, hopping inside and giggling, feeling happy to see him there, although the drunken buzz inside of you was constant

"you okay?"

"yeah"

"I'm glad you called, didn't want you risking yourself around with anyone, darlin'"

• his voice was soft and he placed his hand on your knee briefly, caressing it gently before turning his attention back on the road

• Joel didn't like the idea of leaving you alone at home, not with how drunk you were, he just had a gut feeling it would be better if he drove you to his own home, after all, you'd spent so many nights next to him, just another one should be fine

• you looked at him puzzled when you noticed he'd taken you to his house but he smiled comforting at you

"you'll spend the night, you take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch"

• he explained and you nodded, even if you didn't need explanations, you trusted Joel with your life

• once inside, he took you to the bathroom, handing you one of his shirts so you could shower and change into it

• he'd also made his bed so you could sleep on it, which you did for only a few minutes, being unable to rest away from Joel; you missed him, he was still so nice and sweet to you even if you weren't together anymore

• so you got off bed and walked downstairs, finding him asleep on his couch; you grinned at the view and decided to lie right next to him, snuggling him in the process and finally falling into a deep sleep

• Joel buried his nose into your hair and took a deep breath, even if it was unconscious, it was how much he'd missed it, and he also dreamed of you that night, having you both in his mind and safely tucked into his arms

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aealzx · 7 months

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By the time Raphael reached Don at the main computer the alarm had already glitched out several more times. To the point that Don had disabled the sound aspect and just had the reports populating on screen. He’d barely started pulling up various live camera feeds when Raphael leaned on the back of his chair. “So what’s the noise about?”

Giving a huff of amusement, Don tapped through the points that were triggered. “You know I’m not that fast, Raph,” he chastised, still analyzing what he was looking into.

“My bad. I meant, ‘what have you found so far’?” Raphael snorted, having forgotten Don could be slightly too literal sometimes. “Do Leo and I need to go on a patrol?”

“Leo’s not going anywhere for at least another five hours,” Don declined quickly. “Just because he got an antidote doesn’t mean his lungs are miraculously healed. Same with the other two.”

Raphael gave a small snort at the eye roll Don gave to emphasize his point, but reigned his words in for a moment. He wanted something to act on, and it was hard when there wasn’t anything yet. “Fair enough.”

Giving a moment of silence to see if Raphael wanted to say anything else, Don started vocalizing what he was finding. “Something is triggering our perimeter alarms. But there’s nothing showing on the camera feeds, and the points being tripped are…. Inconsistent,” he explained, touching a few parts of the screen to bring up a map of which perimeter locations had been notified. It was something Raphael could understand easily enough when it came to reading it. But what he saw definitely explained Don’s confusion. The map almost looked like someone had just thrown a bunch of red dots on it randomly. Or, near randomly. Looking at the timestamps and locations of the alarms, Raphael frowned. “... Is it just me, or is it getting closer?”

Don didn’t vocally answer, but he didn’t have to. Not when the alarm message displayed on the screen changed from ‘perimeter breach’ to ‘intruder detected’, flagging Raphael’s room first. With only a glance at each other, two more messages popping up for different rooms in their lair, Don and Raphael grabbed their weapons.

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The bubbling of broth in the pot Mikey currently had on the stove was accompanied by him humming random songs. Leo had already checked in on him, so he was content to know that all of the medical treatment was at least almost complete. Now he just needed to finish cooking so they could have a warm meal to unwind with. It was a habit he’d picked up years ago. He wasn’t much help with medical knowledge, so after getting sick of being the one stuck doing nothing he’d started cooking for everyone after missions. Provided he wasn’t the one that was injured of course. Today’s choice was a thick chicken stew, with plenty of beans and other vegetables. Leo had mentioned the new Donnie’s main ailment was blood loss, so Don wanted something high in iron, with orange juice as a drink. They weren’t sure when Donnie would wake up, so it was best to have it ready, even if they had to warm it up later.

His current task was the reason Mikey hadn’t moved from the kitchen even after the broken alarms had gone off. They had only been cautionary alarms, so he had deemed it acceptable to focus on finishing the food. And yet it seemed someone wanted to stare at him without announcing themselves. That slight prickle at the back of his neck that caused Mikey to pause, turning to look up where he thought the new presence was. The fact they were in the ceiling, and the quick sight of blue made Mikey briefly think it was Leo pulling a weird prank on him under the guide of training. But the eyes were distinctly not warm chocolate brown, and were also accented by curved red markings. Mikey knew they both knew each other knew they were both there, but he didn’t have anything to say before Don’s voice came over their intercom.

“We might have an intruder. Location unknown. Keep a lookout.”

“...Huh,” Mikey voiced, continuing to stare at the newcomer. He barely had time to connect the dots between them being there, and Don’s announcement before his instincts caused him to dodge towards the door with a yelp, silver blades swiping through the air where he’d been. Looks like the intruder decided to give up hiding. “Hey guys, I found the intru-EYAH!!” Mikey started to call out, cutting off with a startled shriek and darting into the main room when the figure came at him again.

“MIKEY!” Raphael’s responding yell was louder than usual in reaction to Mikey’s panicked scream. Darting towards the kitchen, Raphael caught sight of Mikey attempting to use the ladle he had to block an incoming attack, only to have the utensil sliced in half.

“HEY! That was my favorite- EEP!” Mikey protested, ducking his head while covering it with his hands, then swinging a lazy kick towards the intruder. His attack was definitely half hearted, but that didn’t prevent him from being shocked when he hit nothing but air. The intruder had just been in front of him as Raphael reached them, but in a blink he was gone in a haze of blue energy that fizzled out in less than a second. It was only after Raphael let out a startled noise, and the clang of blade hitting sai resounded that Mikey realized what happened. “Guys I know how he got in!” Mikey blurted, half keeping an eye on the others and half looking for a proper weapon.

“He teleports!?” Raphael sputtered, his own attack whisking through completely vacant air. Chasing his surroundings with his eyes, Raphael opened his mouth to warn Mikey as he caught sight of the intruder apparating behind him. It was too late, but at least Mikey was able to turn and block the kick with his forearms instead of taking it to his shell. He still got knocked back slightly, and the intruder vanished once more.

“That explains the glitching security,” Don realized, taking his own turn to block a series of slashes from dual swords. This newcomer was fast, but with Don’s skill level he was able to keep up with the exchange, the blades thumping into the reinforced wood. It should have been easy for Don, but there was something unrefined about the newcomer’s fighting style that added a strain of unpredictability to his moves. Especially when a flicker of blue light came from underneath Don, and his feet immediately lost the ground they were on to sink into the newly appeared blue disc.

“DON!” Raphael sprang forward on instinct, crashing into Don midair and sending them tumbling for a moment before they both twisted to their feet.

The intruder was once again in a different location, back to Mikey. “Don’t get caught by those! I don’t know where they lead to.” Don warned, extremely grateful Raphael had saved him from a first hand experience to find out.

“This is- SO COOL- but also- AHH!” Mikey sputtered between blocking more blows. An upward swipe smacking the hand holding the sword off course, foot sliding back as he turned slightly to get in the way of the intruder getting behind him, stepping forward and raising a hand to block an incoming kick towards his head before the intruder disappeared again and an abrupt slash came towards Mikey’s skull.

A lunge forward from Raphael to try and grab the intruder only earned him empty air, and a swift kick to the back, causing him to stumble forward into Mikey. Giving a slight growl, Raphael whirled around, fists ready. “Rrrgh! Enough tricks! Come fight me face to face!” he belted, sick of the popping in and out of sight the newcomer was doing.

Don wasn’t sure what in the last few seconds had triggered the change, but the next attack towards him was notably different. A faltering course forced into a last second adjustment, and backed up by a sudden increase in force. It was alarming, but also concerning in a different way. There wasn’t venom behind the attacks. Just…fear? It was hard to get any words out around the new barrage of borderline frantic attacks. Was the kid panicking? The shifts in location had increased in frequency to all of them, to the point none of them could get any words out around their focus on reacting to the attacks. It felt like a stalemate, but only because the three of them were holding back. They didn’t think this was an actual enemy. More just a misunderstanding. But it was hard to get a good look at the newcomer when they were always moving.

The battle ended up shifting when Leo joined them, launching from the infirmary stairs and almost crashing into the intruder if it weren’t for them disappearing milliseconds before. “You picked the wrong home!” Leo shouted, skidding on the tile in a crouch next to Mikey.

Unexpectedly, the response to Leo was a sudden stretch of silence in place of where they had come to expect the intruder showing up in someone’s blindspot. After a brief consideration that the intruder was elsewhere in the lair, a ring of blue swirled into a diagonal disc above them. But instead of a figure appearing from it Don’s eyes snapped wide as a familiar chemical storage cabinet came hurtling towards them.

“MOVE!” Don snapped, hurling himself towards Mikey to get them both out of the way, being relieved to see his brothers also fling themselves to the side, and covering his and Mikey’s heads with a hand. Only now did he remember that one of the recorded breach points was their chemical storage room. A fact that was emphasized by the crashing containers inside the large cabinet causing materials to mix violently with each other, crackling into a small explosion that made their ears ring. All Don could think was ‘What a waste of materials’ as well as ‘That cabinet had been bolted to the wall with five centimeter thick screws!’ as he waited for the reactions to stop.

“Anyone hurt?” Leo called out as soon as the deafening silence that followed explosions fell over them.

“Mikey and I are fine,” Don called back, removing his hand from Mikey’s head so they could both push themselves to their feet.

“...Where’s the other guy?” Mikey voiced, flinching and flicking his eyes all over to see if he could see where the intruder went.

“Raph?” Leo’s call came after a second of not hearing from their remaining brother.

Raphael would have responded, but he’d ended up in a minor situation. As soon as he’d tried to get back to his feet after the danger had passed his own sai was being stabbed through the soft section of the tactical armor on his calf, wedged expertly into the ground to secure his leg. Then the opposite arm was yanked behind him and hooked behind the intruder’s knee as they leaned their body weight into him, attempting to pin him. They honestly didn’t weigh much, and it would have taken little effort for Raphael to shove them off. But the cold sting of metal tapping against his throat caused him to freeze, more from curiosity than fear. Huh. This was an interesting move. At least the kid had stopped jumping through the air.

When the others didn’t get a response from him Raphael saw them skurry around the pile of fresh debris to the side he was on, only to skid to a stop when they realized why he hadn’t answered them. A small gasp escaped Don as he froze where he was, and Leo gave a small snarl as he shifted to a defensive stance.

“Dude! Not cool!” Mikey guaffed, quickly checking his options.

“...Let him go…,” Leo hissed, his entire form tense, sliding his foot forward slightly in warning.

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It was tough to decide if I should hide the pick below since it's kind of spoiler for the end. But then I just decided to keep the same format as the others. It's semi eye catching anyway

Also I'm fully aware that Leon is too small for that hold to be effective against Raphael. |D It was deliberate.

Fun fact: I had 2 scenes (more than 2 posts worth) written way back when I scribbled the first picture for this story. This one, and Donnie blowing stuff up earlier were both of them. But I did have to rewrite almost everything to fit the rest of the story X'D oh well.

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2003 #cross dimension kidnapping #03 raph #rise leo #writing #long post

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eezeybreezy · 10 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴛ pt.4 ➜ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

This is the result of Hobie brain rot. Was a lot longer than intended so now it's broken into multiple chapters. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

warnings: filthy SMUT , not-so-accurate accent, recreational drug/alcohol use, DEGRADATION, implied black reader, afab!reader anatomy, unprotected

You grind against the mound his multiple belts have created, earning a wince from the man below. “I don’t know Bee, how do you usually treat the women you bring home?”

Hobie chuckles a little and flushes slightly when this question is posed, rubbing the back of his neck and giving you a smirk as you grind against him.

“Well considerin' you came through the window tonight, I think our night's been pretty different.” Both of his hands have found their way to your thighs, kneading the flesh as a way to ground himself, though you doubt that's an effective strategy. “But I usually try to make the girl feel special, you know? Try to cater to their needs and make them feel wanted and desired.” He seems to put quite a bit of emotion into the next part. “So what can I do for you darlin?”

“Anything you want, I’mall yours.” And although you’re slurring now, there’s no doubt you’re serious, still echoing the sentiment from earlier. You take a swing of my drink, finishing it off as he passes the joint back.

Hobie blinks once, and then again as he processes what you said. He watches as you grab the now smoldering joint and take a quick hit of it, thinking about your words for a second. Is she being serious? There’s no way, right?

“Are you being serious darlin’? I want you to be honest.”

“I seriously need you, Hobie-” You grab at his hands that've moved onto your hips, and he squeezes in response. “I’ve been so needy all night, and now you have me. So what are you going to do about it..” You trail off, finishing the joint. Holding the smoke in your mouth, you lean in to kiss the spider. He parts his lips ever so slightly, and accepts the shotgun effortlessly.

Hobie’s grip tightens as your lips meet. He leans in and pulls you closer, letting one arm slide around your waist as you kiss. He closes his eyes and takes in the taste of your lips and warmth, feeling a rush in his body, getting heated up, starting to get lost in his own emotions. He pulls away slightly and looks at you, taking in your beauty. He can’t help but smile when he looks at you, before leaning in and kissing you again, this time deeper, with hunger.

You break apart breathlessly between kisses. " 'Obie I love your lifestyle, but you have way too much shit on” you groan, trying to pull layers of fabric off at a time.

“You want me to take these off?” He laughs, standing and reaching for the buckle of a belt that adorns his pants. He starts to undo it, then undoes a few more of the decorative ones until he has most of the accessories off. He pauses, looking up at you for guidance.

“Should I keep going?”

“If you don’t I’ll have to rip this shit off myself.” You whisper, standing on tiptoes to meet his lips where you’ve stood.

You extend a claw to show him (and add dramatic effect), and as you trail a single long nail up his stomach, you stop to snag the collar of this spider suit. Hobie feels himself tensing up and his heartbeat quickens when you make your way up his torso. His muscles tighten even more as you snag the collar of his suit. He's trying to keep himself calm and still, but he can’t help it now.

“You gonna tear it?” He says in a whisper, his voice shaky, holding something back. Hobie sighs ever so slightly and starts to slowly take his suit off, pulling the material of his vest away and revealing his skin one piece at a time. It takes a few moments for him to get the whole thing off, but once he does he’s standing there shirtless. “There, happy?”

He grins and takes another hit of the joint, the smoke filling his lungs before he breathes it back out.

“Very much so…” You say, dragging your eyes up and down his figure. He’s lean but built, and you can tell the years of being Spider Punk have both a blessing and a curse. He has some scarring here and there, but there’s a particularly nasty one from his sternum to his happy trail. Feeling bold, you drop to your knees, and drag your tongue along the discolored skin. Hobie lets out a loud groan at that, as you take your tongue to his scar, and closes his eyes to take in the feeling. He feels that tingle run down his spine again, and a feeling of pure ecstasy wash over him. It felt like his whole body was electrified, filled with so much want as you continued to run your tongue along his scar, letting out an occasional moan to express the satisfaction he was feeling.

“That’s… ah, that’s mad… love… what’re you doin’ to me…” Hobie sighs in pleasure as you continue to brush against his skin. “You have no idea how good that feels, doll.”

You reach the top of his boxers, and tease him with a tug of teeth on the waistband. Abandoning his body, you move to untie his boots.

Hobie lets out a loud groan and gives a nod as he reaches over and helps you untie the first boot before starting to untie the other. “You’re driving me crazy darling,” he says with a smirk before grabbing a second beer and taking a long drink from it.

“That’s the point my love.”

Nails still out, you drag them back up his torso before burying them into his wicks, finding his scalp and scratching lightly as you settle back into his lap, pants flung and abandoned nearby. Hobie can feel his body being electrified by the feeling and lets out a deep moan as his muscles start to tense. As you pull your nails up his torso, he begins to run his hands up your sides, down your hips, and then down your thighs a little as he anticipates the next step.

He lets you scratch away and his smile only grows with each nail drag. He looks down and makes eye contact with you before whispering, not wanting anyone in the building to hear. “I’m all yours love, but are you ready for what’s next?”

You continue to kiss and suck at this neck, nails trailing his back and torso mindlessly. “Just waiting for you to take the lead, Brown.”

“Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With a smirk he reaches out and grabs the back of your shirt, slowly beginning to peel it off from over your head. He gets an even bigger smile on his face when he sees you down to your underwear, burying his face in your neck to hide his goofy smile. “How can I say no to someone like you?”

“Prove how much you want me ‘Obie, I don’t want to forget tonight any time soon.” And despite your fuzzy vision and the copious amount of substances coursing through your system, you’d never been so sure of a decision, not even sober.

Hobie smirks at you and pulls his lips away. You’re right, he needs to show you how much he wants this. He was going to ruin you for anyone else, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“You really gotta be careful what you wish for, love.” He pushes you back down onto the couch, pinning you underneath him. With a smirk he begins to drag calloused hands up your thighs, leaving small marks as rings drag along your hips and he kisses down your stomach. His hands are so big, grabbing and scratching at anything he could reach, the cold metal of his jewelry sending a shiver up your spine.

Hobie grins as he feels you shiver at his touch, a confirmation with every new sensation he’s putting you through. He keeps dragging his nails up your thighs and kisses your legs, his lips slowly moving up to your inner thigh. They twitch open instinctively, and a gasp you hadn’t meant to let out escapes your lips. Noticing the bottle still on the table, you take a swig of Henney as he kisses his way to the lining of your panties.

“I’ve been wantin’ you all day, I promise I won’t be too rough doll.” Hobie reaches the crease of your inner thigh and stops for a second, looking up and smirking. He has an almost mischievous look in his eyes as he holds you there, waiting for the go ahead to continue. “You want this to continue darlin’?”

You roll your eyes and groan, exasperated and tired of his teasing, but a smile still present on your swollen lips. “Do you want me to beg for it?”

Hobie chuckles and gives you a playful nudge on the knee as he pulls his head back, giving one last grin.

“You heard it here first, she wants me to keep going and to make her beg for it.”

“HOBERT!” You yell frustrated, but before you can get up and retaliate, he’s twipped web fluid to pin your wrists together. He’s towering over you now, and completely at his mercy.

“So you like demands? Is that what I’m hearing?” He grins down at you and brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing your hair back and away since you can’t. He looks down into your eyes as he leans in and whispers. “You want me to be rough with you, don't you?” Hobie grins at the web grabbing your wrists, holding you still. He looks down at his handiwork, in awe and proud of his own creation, and leans closer to you as his hands slide down your torso, stopping just above your hips.

He leans in and whispers into the other ear, his breath is hot against your neck, he smells like smoke.

“Say please for me.”

His tone, you’d never heard him this demanding, his cockney accent drowned out by the baritone of his voice, husky and serious. He chuckles darkly at your silence and pulls you closer to him, the spider web still binding your wrists together. “Hobie,” your voice is so breathy, as you plead with him. You don’t even know what you want, but it’s something more than this, you’re sure. He just hums, innocently - and you believe him. You fumble over your words as you try to say something coherent “Please.”

His hand is up and grabbing your face, thumb tracing your jawline and his fingertips touching the side of your face gently, a contrast to the hold he has on you. The softness in his eyes holds a stark contrast to his tone, "Now, are you ready to beg?"

His words make your hips rut up against him with a whine. “Yes, yes yes please, god I’ve been wanting you so long, Hobie, please just fuck me.”

He was feeling for your limits, trying to see how far he could go before the tears, the begging for relief. It was one of his favorite things- pushing until you’re broke. Usually it was with pleasure, overstimulation, worshiping until you were spent- and he finally had permission to have his favorite kind of fun.

“Aw you’re too sweet, love.” Hobie says as he smirks. “Well then, how about we head to the bedroom then. Lay on the edge of the bed for me, yeah?,” he hums.

You do as you're told, skipping into his space without protest and plopping down on the mattress, legs hanging off the side. He enters immediately behind and you watch him sink, kneeling between your legs. He nudges them apart with his shoulders, looking at you intently as he slowly moves toward you. His arms come under your thighs, immediately grabbing at the supple flesh of your legs and giving a generous squeeze.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side, and then he was on you. You felt his warm digit brush against your wetness, and you shuddered at his touch, trying your best to relax while he encircled your bundle of nerves. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been touched like this with hands that weren't your own, and his were so much bigger than yours. Bare hands trailed along your soft outer thighs, his focused eyes lingering on every detail of your warm skin. Your whine above the punk star alerted him to your status, earning you a huff of laughter from the spider. You squirm, only waiting for him as he stares at your sex, his jaw slacking ever so slightly. Christ, he knew you were wet but this was a surprise even to him. He uses a finger to touch it, laughing as you jerk at his finger dragging from your opening to the hood.

“Needy,” he whispers and you writhe. Your hips jerk up to get some contact, and he decides not to wait any longer, one stroke of his tongue is all it takes. Hobie may be nonchalant, but his own desires fuel him enough to give you everything you could ever ask for - his tongue strokes your clit at a speed that’s so consistent it aches – how ironic. His mouth is hot and wet, and his tongue is skillful as your thighs tremble, knees weakened, and voice crying out for him in a way you didn’t know was possible. You lie there, trying to catch your breath and muddle through your thoughts, find something to say even though he already knows the gratitude that you want to convey. He doesn’t wait and you gasp - choking and tugging and falling apart as he curls two fingers into you.

"You really do want to be used, huh? Showin’ off this leng body of yours at the club, givin’ everyone an eyeful of this ass if you bend over? You're so fucking wet..." He mutters against the skin of your inner thigh. Using both hands, he drags your hips closer, bringing your core right up against his lips, continuing to roll your sensitive nub under his thumb like before, “Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He says quickly, burying his hot tongue deep into you.

The sensation grew to be too much too fast, bringing your head back against the mattress while squeezing your eyes shut. Despite the raging heat, you felt an orgasm quickly following suit. Hobie however grabbed a handful of your ass, kneading harshly as a way of getting your attention. It worked when you felt the tight pressure in your stomach cease, meeting his narrowed gaze burn straight into yours.

“Eyes.” He growled. “Or this stops.”

You obeyed, you had to. You’d be driven mad if he stopped again.

He watches you intently, eyes burning with lust as you feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh, those familiar black nails leaving indents on your skin. Your grip on his wicks tighten as the sensation begins to shift into something a little overwhelming, every muscle in your body seizing as pleasure washes over you in waves, an ecstatic sob catching in your throat as you mindlessly call out his name.

His breath is hot against your pussy when he laughs at the sight of you squeezing your eyes shut again and throwing your head back like that, seemingly amused by how well of a job he’s done, licking languidly as he allows you to gradually come down from such a brilliant high. “Wanted to do that for so long," he muttered, half to you, half to himself.

Your glossy eyes flutter open at the loss of stimulation even though the lingering sensation is more than enough, barely capable of catching your breath as you eagerly meet his gaze again. His hair is tousled and unkempt, mouth still wet from your arousal as he presses a kiss on your inner thigh. “Are you satisfied love?” Hobie asks when you look coherent enough to respond. A sigh is all you can manage in response.

“That’s a pity,” Hobie replies as he begins to crawl back up the length of your body. Painstakingly, he peppers kisses along the outline of your neck and jaw until his mouth arrives just below your ear with a hushed whisper, “Because there’s so much more I want to do to you.”

Your stomach tightens almost instantly, turning your head to see the devastatingly sinister grin that’s found itself on his face, and before you can respond you feel his lips against yours. His enthusiasm is overwhelming, almost to the point where you forget the lingering taste of yourself that sits sweetly on his tongue.

"I knew there was a little brat somewhere in there, a dirty girl that wanted nothing more than to be used." You were suddenly on your stomach again, then your knees as he yanked your hips roughly off his comforter. You heard the metallic clink of his last belt as he unhooked it with one hand, the other shoving your head into his push pillows, granting him a full view of your backside. You bit your lip, anticipating, breathing in the scent of him that filled the room around you.

Instead of being deliciously filled, you feel the leather of his belt loop around your neck and pull you up harshly, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the man behind you, finding none as he swats them away.

“I want to hear that filthy mouth of yours beg some more, darling,” he whispered directly into your ear. “You wanted a challenge? Beg for me, and I’ll reward you.”

Whatever Hobie Brown wants, he gets.

Your mind ran, heartbeat racing, and your breaths growing shorter. Tears welled up in your eyes, feeling frustrated and oh so hot. Your throat and pride burned, ‘Please, please, please,’ are the only words you seem to remember and he adores the sound. His fingers grip your thighs, bruising as you finally, finally feel him pressed against your entrance.

“To be honest,” his voice is low and gravelly when he speaks to you, and it lights a fucking fire in you again, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you recklessly for the last two months, I can barely handle myself around you right now,” and it kills you because he sounds so serious, desperate. Your thighs try to press together naturally, and you whisper out a final plea and it’s the nail in the coffin.

He yanks the belt again, forcing you to look back at him in the eyes. “And now you’re all mine.”

He leans forward a little, using his hand to line up his length against your slit, holding his breath as you feel your heart hammer in your chest in anticipation. Once it’s done there’s no going back to how things were before, even though you have already come this far.

Immediately, he snaps his hips with a force that knocks you breathless. In any other position, you would’ve been completely limp, yet his hands are wrapped securely around your hips, digging into the plush skin. There’s a little resistance at first as your body adjusts to such an unfamiliar stretch, a shiver running through you as you feel yourself stretch around him even before he’s made it all the way in, his earlier foreplay making the experience much easier despite his immense size. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” His voice strains as he speaks.

Hobie is aggressive with it – a far cry from his usual exchanges with you – and yet you take him so well. He’s jackhammering you, nailing you to the bed each and every time with a ferocity even he didn’t know he was capable of. He shifts his position to bury himself in you at a sharper angle, the expression on his face dark and feverish as his strong hands mimic the belt secured on your neck, fucking you into the mattress roughly. His dick rearranges your inside with such brutality you feel like you'll come away with bruises flowering your tanned skin after this. It burns and aches and feels so good as he rocks against your g-spot over and over and over.

“Fuck -” He hisses at the tightness when you clench around him, the muscles in his legs contracting as he can feel himself approaching his own end at the sight of you so wonderfully undone. There’s no reason to hold back anymore, but he can’t help and close his eyes to try and last a little longer. He’s throbbing at how wonderful you feel as your back arches impossibly farther, a series of desperate groans escaping your throat as he pounds into you and gives himself over.

“You’re just a toy for me to use however I want huh?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, craning your neck at a deliciously painful angle as he rammed into you doggy style.

“But you like that, don’t you? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

It was insanely hot, HE was insanely hot – and your walls clenched tightly around him as the words process, an involuntary announcement to him that you were really, really enjoying this.

Head pushed back down on the bed, you could do nothing but moan for the man to fuck you harder as he kept guiding you towards another orgasm. And you could be nothing but grateful as another wave of pleasure washed over your body, making your already weak form shudder.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ break you,” he spat, angling even deeper, suddenly assaulting your G-spot with the head of his dick. “That’s all you deserve, my little bitch.”

SMACK!

His hand came down on your ass, the feeling making you jump. Your face burned for a moment, eyes filled with tears, and stars clouded your vision. Looking over your shoulder (the best you could manage), you watch ‘your’ man stare back with hungry eyes, thrusting erratically now, starting to feel a familiar burn in his blood. You were feeling the same kind of pressure, your legs tensing as you tried to prepare your body, sore from the extent of his demonstrations. He leans down, pressing his chest against your back covered in a sheen of sweat, biting at your neck.

“You’re mine, fuck a label.”

The phrase threw you unexpectedly over the edge, pussy clamping down and pulling him over with you. He slammed into you so hard you felt like he was fucking up into your stomach. Hobie doesn’t have the capacity to pull out as he comes, gratification and lust dulling all thought or reason he has as he finishes inside, all the tension in his body unraveling as he stutters and comes to a stop, his chest heaving as his breath begins to catch up on him. His breath comes in heaves, yours in whimpers. A thin string of fluids connects his tip to your entrance for a moment when he pulls out, and like a lewd spiderweb, breaks against the sheets.

You collapsed onto your stomach, feeling every bit of the phrase ‘fucked silly’, bottom half convulsing and pulsing. He quickly gets up to grab a towel from one of the drawers so that he can clean up the mess ya’ll just made, his cum spilling out of you just as he returns.

His hand reached over to find yours, interlocking your sweaty hands. He looks back up and meets your gaze – a soft affectionate expression etched onto his face that makes your heart murmur.

You’re so glad that you chose him, and as far as you can tell he feels exactly the same.

“I’m sorry,” He chuckles as he wipes you down. “I got a little carried away.”

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jamneuromain · 6 months

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Wild Child Chapter. 2

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

“Where’s mom?” On returning home, you asked your father, who was pacing in his study.

“Forget about that woman. Alcohol?! And shameless flirting?!!” Your father barked at you, “I sent you to study for your degree, not whoring yourself out for some peasant on the plane.”

“If I may, father,” Your lips twitched, forming a quick smirk, but hiding it as soon as your father glared at you, “if he is a peasant, he’s a peasant in the first class. Isn’t that what you commented on the son of the minister?”

Keeping your tone as plain as possible, you bit the inside of your cheek from laughing.

“You don’t fucking talk back to me, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Your father roared with all his fury. Clearly, his little pea brain has gone through your logic and was reminded of the failed attempt to marry you to Timothy Sullivan, the son of the Minister of Foreign Trade.

“Yes, father.” You murmured. Lowering your head to watch your shoes.

These are very adorable high heels. Black, elegant, lady-like.

You wonder if you could tell the designer to add a couple of daisies on it, to compliment the black velvet surface. It’d better be daisies with thin pedals and-

“You WILL be marrying the prince, and I don’t fucking care whether we have to tie you to a wheelchair or send you to the psychic ward to accomplish that!” He hissed right into your face.

He was way too worked up, a few drops of spit landed on your face as a result.

You didn’t even flinch.

“LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!” He shouted.

You raised your eyes, looking at him, right in the eyes you inherited from.

There were veins pumping on his forehead, and his neck. Your father had aged. Older than the blurry image your memory had shown you. A few strands of his hair turned grey, Wrinkles, saggy skin, and cloudy eyes.

And a smell of grease, sweat, and … the stench of men.

The stench of old age and death crept up to him, clawing him from head to toe.

He was aged, old, and there was only so much that he could do, as he desperately tried to wrap you in his fingers.

“Yes, father.” You answered like a robot.

He breathed like a broken bellow. You could almost hear his lungs expanding and contracting, sounding as if he was trying to breathe with phlegm blocking his windpipe.

Looking into your eyes, he looked stunned.

“No funny tricks, you hear me?” He grunted, collapsing onto his chair, and drinking down from his mug. When he spoke again, his voice grew softer, “I know you weren’t pleased with this … deal, but it could benefit our family, benefit you, and just think, that the heir of our kingdom is your husband and your future children … If I were you,” He reached for your hand and patted it in a comforting sort of way, “I would have married him.”

Now, you really couldn’t help yourself. Because-

“I don’t remember the prince ever saying anything about not being gay.” You commented dryly, “Considering your enthusiasm, why don’t you go marry him?”

That earned you the punishment of grounding for a month. Which, on the other hand, helped you realize that you only have a month before the wedding.

No TV, no Internet, no phone.

But your father was “kind” enough to deliver some books per your requirements, You were carefully examined by the security guards before entering your bedroom, having all electronics taken from your possession,

A few people came to visit.

Your aunt, the prince’s aunt, and two Countess who had met the prince in person.

They came bragging and persuading you to marry the prince, because he is tall and handsome, the Prince Charming of forty million dames in your country,

Sure.

If this Prince, Ari Levinson, is handsome, pigs could also fly and bats could miraculously regain their eyesight.

You had learnt how aunties could manipulate the facts and create someone who sounded perfect and flawless many years ago.

Truthfully though, if he sent your mother, you would consider the possibility of accepting this marriage (though you doubt you’d have other choices). Bringing in these blabbing mouths only furthered your irritation towards Prince Ari, as he could well come here and face you like a man with balls.

Meals were brought to your door. Shoes and credit cards were taken from your room. Your sleeping chamber was on the second floor, and your father made sure you wouldn’t jump from the terrace by planting thorn bushes on the ground below.

He even banned you from attending the late Duke’s funeral, and snorted, “Don’t even THINK about running away.”

Where could you possibly run to? You had no money, no transportation, and nowhere to hide.

And by now, it has struck you that the funeral was only a scam to lure you home.

Considering that your grandfather did pass away, half a scam.

The true intention was to get you married. It always has been. But the fact that your grandfather died sped up the process, as there was no more guarantee that the “Duke” title would stay in your family. Your father needed to marry you to the prince, before the royal family regrets their decision to abandon your family and select another girl to marry Ari.

However, you didn’t plan to run.

Not yet, anyway.

A week after you returned home, you were hauled out of the mansion for the dress fitting.

Two bodyguards pinned you between them, squeezing the life out of you when you arrived at the shop Priester’s Bridal, feeling like you were turned into two-dimensional.

“Guys,” You shooed them to the doorstep, crossing your arms for good measure, “a little privacy when the bride is about to try on her wedding dress, please.”

It would be your wedding and you wanted it to be the way you wanted.

A sparkling dress, a shiny diamond ring, a small church with stone walls and altar…

“Please, gentlemen?” You cocked your head to the side. You had never used your title or your power upon anyone, but for once, you wanted to be left undisturbed, “All I’m asking is for you to turn around. Or I will tell my future husban how you followed me into the changing room.”

There was only one exit in and out of this wedding dress shop, and your bodyguards (more like the bodyguards sent by your father to keep an eye on you) blocked the door with their large frames and had their backs to you without another word.

The owner of the shop welcomed you with a warm smile and a firm handshake, “Ms. Y/L/N, right? I’m Lana Priester, and I will be assisting you with your dress fitting. Please follow me to the changing room.”

The shop took up almost half a block, with floor-to-ceiling windows that put almost every wedding dress in the shop on display. Thick silver curtains cut the shop into halves. With the first half, the half that could be seen by pedestrians on the sidewalk, and the second half, which was completely closed off to unauthorized personnel, including large mirrors, a huge leather couch, the owner’s office in the corner, and a changing room to the left.

Lana kept stealing glances at you. Making you wonder if serving the future Queen was too much of a responsibility for her.

As she held the heavy curtain for you to pass through, you asked in a low voice: “Is the wedding dress ready?”

Lana let out a small gasp of surprise, “Of course, it is, Ma’am. We’ve had this dress ready for two weeks now. I personally designed it based on your measurements given by your father.”

Ah. So it is ready. You closed your eyes for a second, feeling the surge of anger travelling through your veins. You had never given your measurements to anyone, let alone your father. They – your family and the royal family - had been planning it for over a month by now, while your grandfather’s death gave them the perfect excuse to bring you home.

And you took the bait, like a fool.

You changed into the wedding dress with the help of a few sales assistants. Long, white, lace edges that prickled your skin, with puff sleeves that end mid-arm.

You looked like a fucking clown from the Victorian Era.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, after stepping out of the changing room, for one briefest of moments, you could almost laugh.

For how ridiculous and pathetic you looked in your wedding dress.

For the fact that you were going to marry a man you had never met.

Though if you laughed, you would, no doubt, be thrown into an ambulance and locked up in the psychiatric ward.

“Could I have a say in some minor changes … for example, we lose the lace and the puff sleeves?” You glanced at Lana in the mirror, your fingers uncontrollably scratching your skin because of the itching lace.

Lana hesitated. She didn’t say “Yes” or “No” in an instant, rather, she darted her eyes elsewhere – you guessed she was asking for help from her employees in silence.

The corner of your lips twitched, but you pressed the cold sneer back where it came from.

“Well?” You crossed your arms, “I am the bride, am I not?”

“Yes … Yes, but - ” She waved for the sales assistants to get out of earshot before whispering, “It’s your father’s order to design such a dress…”

Lana seemed nice. You regretted your decision to pull her into your “royal” mess in the first place.

“Forget it.” You smiled humorlessly, “It’s a nice dress. And I doubt four weeks would be enough.”

It was hideous.

The small excitement you had in your heart of at least getting a nice dress for your once-in-a-lifetime wedding burst like a bubble.

Some fucking bride you were, not being able to have a say in your own wedding dress.

“What seems to be the problem?”

A low timbre ghosted your ears.

Your vision blurred, but you were fairly certain that a handsome man approached you.

A dazzling blue shirt, popping two buttons at the collar loose. Bulging everywhere because his muscles could barely be contained in the tight fabric. Rolling up his sleeves, the man stood before you. A smile on his lips that could make the sun blush.

Fuck.

You exhaled softly.

You’d rather marry this handsome guy than the pussy prince.

No, pussies can push babies out of women's bodies, the prince was even lesser than a pussy because you were sure that he couldn’t give birth to kids.

Lana cleared her throat, piping up nervously, “Uh - Miss. Y/L/N here wants to … make changes to her dress.”

To Ari’s eyes, you were fucking gorgeous.

But what the fuck was wrong with that dress and whoever designed this?

Searching through your memory, you matched the familiar face to the man on the plane: “Oh! You … we met on the plane to Ancetol.” Feigning a gasp, you widened your grin, “You work in the jewellery industry, right? Fancy seeing you here.”

“Y/N!” Ari faked his surprised expression. He had been watching you from the surveillance camera in the tiny owner’s office. It took him great strength to act like an Oscar-winner, “Yes, the plane. Guy. Guy Thomas. I own this place.” He re-introduced himself, since you had clearly forgotten his name.

You extended your hand to shake his, but he took it gently and kissed the back of your hand softly.

Fuck, he’s got long eyelashes.

Those said eyelashes fluttered, revealing those crystal blue eyes, “How may I be of assistance?”

Warmth travelled from your throat to the bottom of your stomach. Blood soared to your face, which you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“I was wondering if I could make changes to this … dress.” You said curtly.

“Your- Um, Mr. Thomas,” Lana spoke up behind you, “This dress is ordered by her father, Mr. Y/L/N.”

Ari rubbed his thumb. He was used to twirling the family ring on his finger, but the empty touch reminded him that he had put it in his pocket, because of the obvious lion with a spear and a shield as the family crest on the large golden ring.

“Grab a pen and paper,” He ordered Lana to re-design your dress, “This time, I will personally oversee the designing.”

As Lana scurried to gather what was needed to redo the dress, Ari led you to sit on the large couch, while asking the sales assistants to bring you a bottle of champagne and two glasses and “the ring selection”.

“The ring selection?” You couldn’t help but ask, as you were notified next to nothing on this shopping tour of yours, “I wasn’t aware that I would be choosing the ring.”

“The engagement ring.” Ari explained, “It has been paid along with the cost of the dress. I - ” He remembered that he was “Guy”, nothing more than a business owner, “The royal family paid for everything. I think they want you to wear it, now that you were engaged and about to be married.”

“Ah.” You let your gaze fall elsewhere.

You would be picking the most fucking expensive ring from this store.

And asking for your dress to be made of entirely diamonds.

“You don’t look happy.” He commented all of a sudden, earning a curious expression from you. “You don’t look happy.” He repeated, “Why is that?”

He seemed genuine.

“Give me one reason that I should be, I challenge you.” You took a glass from the sales assistant’s tray, sipping on the bubbly drink, grinning, “Although, I should probably warn you that my lawyer will ask you to sign an NDA after we talk.”

“Don’t care.” He murmured, before turning to you. His interest spiked, “First of, aren’t you marrying the prince, which, according to rumors, soon to be crowned king after the wedding?”

“You mean marrying a man I have completely no idea of, and he didn’t even show up, or get down on his knees?” You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, “Puh-lease, they say that marriage is the grave of love. I’d say this marriage buries all possibilities of love.”

Ari scratched his nose when he heard you mention about “not showing up”, technically he did … just not as himself. Taking a drink from his own glass, he ventured for a second guess, “But I’m sure that you could do something real and … I don’t know,” he pushed his hair to the back, feeling short-breathed, “charity. Go to hospital, visit sick children, support kids getting education, stuff like that.”

You sigh. “It takes years to land those projects, not to mention that every move I make will be vetted by the royal family. They could easily kick me out if they don’t need my father – no, my late grandfather’s title anymore.”

That coincided with what his mother, Queen Olivia, had said. They only needed you for the connections to the Upper House. Which, of course, he would fight tooth and nail for you to remain your position as the future queen. He doubted whether another girl from the noble family could be half as entertaining as you.

"Why not just quit? Quit this all." Ari gestured to the dresses on the mannequin.

Your eyes darted towards the door, where two bodyguards were still doing their duty, preventing you from escaping. "Do you think we'd still be talking if I had a choice?"

“Would it be better if you take the title? Not your father? That’d help you stay in the royal family?” Ari asked as a last resort. If he could do anything to help you, he would.

“Sure.” You drained your class, calm as ever. “But you've forgot one thing.”

You had considered it before, even asking your father about the possibility. To which he answered with a slap on your face and called you a dumb bitch.

“Which is?”

“Ballenian law stated that noble titles could only be inherited by men.”

He shut his mouth.

The long history of Ballenia was filled with kings.

He should have known. He should have noticed.

"Miss. Y/L/N?" One of the sales assistants lingered by the jewellery counter near the wall, "Your rings are ready."

Having three trays brought to you, you carelessly pointed one that looked most beautiful - also the one with the largest diamond on it.

"Let me help." Ari muttered, dismissing the assistant, pinching the diamond ring between his fingers, and carefully slipping the dashing ring on your middle finger.

It fitted. Perfectly.

Your glass had been refilled with champagne, so you raised your glass into the air, "To the fucking royal family."

Ari's glass clicked with yours.

You presumed he didn't dare to say so. So you let out a small giggle and allowed your tiny piece of freedom - the buzzing alcohol to indulge you for the moment.

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Scenario: Tecchou comforts barista!reader after a bad day. (this was just originally a comfort fic idk where this went.)

Song to go with this: Wave to Earth - Bad

Btw this is like 2k words so this is a big one for once. surprising ik.

You hadn't slept the night since it happened.

It was impossible to meet anyone's eyes, to force yourself to touch someone's skin. Your day was as simple as going through the motions - taking orders, feeling the heat from the coffee machines, and handing over drinks to people you didn't bother to remember at that moment.

Survivable. Until what, you didn't know. But you could survive this for now.

The noise behind you was indecipherable as you watched your hands work - they were dry and shaky, as if to show how exhausted you were. It made you want to vomit. The noise made the taste worse, somehow.

You could taste bile on your tongue from last night, the taste persisting no matter how many times you forced your toothbrush to hit the back of your throat. It was another distraction to your work.

You swallowed the feeling down again as you prepared your last order of the day. On autopilot, you made the order you were told - a soy sauce latte.

For a second, you had to take a moment to stop and look around.

The coffee was fine - black, brewed as it should have been. You could imagine how bitter it was going to taste, even without the soy sauce.

But where was the soy sauce?

You needed it.

The syrups were behind you, to the right of the machine. The cakes were to the left of the bar in the display, ready to be thrown out due to being considered too stale for sale.

Stupidly, you checked underneath the cupboard. There was just window cleaner and a rag, but again - no soy sauce like you hoped there would be.

The best you could, your eyes glanced at the man who sat alone at the bar, giving him a quick apology before running to the back.

Your eyes didn't even look at the bottles on the shelves as you knocked them aside. Why would soy sauce be in a syrup bottle?

Why would a cafe have fucking soy sauce?

For some reason you didn't bother to reason with this thought, nor did you reason with safety regulations as you stood on top of a box to check the top shelves. Using your hands, you checked the tops of the bottles, searching for one that could be remotely similar to a condiment.

Disappointingly, all you felt was more syrup. Why was there so much goddamn syrup?

Reaching even further, you prayed for absolution in the form of a small cardboard box. You tugged, a little too hard it seemed, as it knocked further than you could balance yourself on your precarious position on your cardboard box.

And well.

It was a pathetic position to be in, wasn't it?

On the floor, fall broken by nothing but coffee and syrup.

It wasn't soft. It was a mess. Something was jabbing your thigh but you forced yourself to ignore it.

You simply stared at your feet for a second, letting the shock settle into your system, even as the pain registered.

There's something sticky on your hand.

"Are you alright?"

It felt between forever and eternity when you heard the man utter those words, and feel his hands pat your shoulders.

"I'm alright. I'm. I'm fine."

The words came out of your mouth, yet they didn't taste like yours.

His hands felt warm.

"I think I hurt my wrist, but I'm fine, really."

It hurt. You looked down at your hand, which you now realized was covered in syrup and possibly blood. It hurt, somewhere your brain told you that.

You patted your pants as you realized that they were soaked in the substance. It made your throat close up as you tasted the bile again, your body swaying as it struggled to hold back.

"You're crying."

It registered in the back of your mind how your lungs struggled to fill with air, snot filling your nose.

"No I'm not."

You voice went up an octave as you said those words, clunky and gross.

Hopelessly, you failed to wipe away the tears that spilled down your cheeks - smearing syrup all across your face. It brought the taste of sweet salt stronger into your mouth as you heard your sobs get louder.

It was impossible to ignore how you were struggling to stand up - but for some reason, you didn't even want to look the man in the eye as you slipped once again in the mess of syrup and coffee grounds on the floor.

Mr. 'Can-I-have-soy-sauce-in-my-coffee' was the only thing preventing you from falling flat on your ass again, his hand wrapped around your bicep a little too tightly.

"I can walk on my own. I need to find your soy sauce, remember?"

Finally, you looked up at him. His eyes were warm like honey, peering behind from his messy mop of hair. It felt like he was studying you, in some way.

Looking away, he pulled you out of the room. He kept his hand on your arm, guiding you out of the room as if you were blind.

"Wait, sir-"

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

He completely ignored you, instead guiding you and your sticky shoes to the front of the cafe, where his unfinished coffee sat patiently on the counter, taunting you.

You stood still for a moment, watching as he scanned the room.

"Um..."

Finally, the man let go of your arm, choosing instead to push you towards a seat. Carefully, you brushed one of his long hair strands behind his shoulder, avoiding a collision with your sticky face.

"There's one underneath the counter, by the sink."

Your eyes followed him as he expertly moved throughout the room - as if he were the one who worked there. He moved as if he were on a mission, like a doctor saving his most important patient.

Truthfully, you didn't even feel like you were in that much pain. Now, your ass did hurt as you sat in the seat, and so did your wrist - but it was livable.

"You don't have to do all of that."

Fruitlessly, you tried to stop him as he sat down next to you.

"Can you lean a little closer for a second?"

Clearing your throat, you obliged.

Without warning, a wet rag was dragged across your face, rubbing circles along your cheeks to get rid of the syrup that coated them. You couldn't help the whine that broke out of you.

You fought with his hands, struggling to take the rag out of them. He simply stared at you, unimpressed.

"It hurts."

You huffed those words out, your hands still on top of his. You readjusted yourself on your seat, your knees touching his as you tried to make yourself comfortable.

"Sorry."

With his other hand, he gently took your chin in his fingers - you could feel the callouses built on them as he maneuvered your face more carefully, taking the time to wipe your face more gently. His eyes were more concentrated, occasionally flicking over to watch yours.

A part of you started to feel warm under the scrutiny. Your fingers, having nothing to do, started to fiddle with your ruined work shirt.

"What's your name?"

The man stopped his movements for a second, keeping his eyes trained on yours. Embarrassed, you looked down again.

"...Suehiro."

His knees where clothed in red pants - they were dirty, as if he just rolled around in dirt for hours.

You looked up at him, now truly taking him in.

His face was sharp, watching your every move. Like a wild dog - cautious. His long lashes were distracting, enough so from how dirty he was.

Why was he let inside? His hair was a mess, you can't imagine that he even combed it. What a birds nest, really.

He was also so pretty.

For some reason, that thought made you want to cry again.

"Suehiro, I'm sorry."

You tested the taste of his name on your tongue. Suehiro simply blinked at you, taking a moment to think of his response.

"Soy sauce isn't that big of a deal."

He went back to his work, giving up on wiping away the stickiness. Moving to the first aid kit, he pulled out the alcohol pads, eyeing you carefully.

"Are you sure you don't want something else in your coffee? I can find something else you might want."

The room had just perfectly stricken golden hour, letting you watch as Suehiro's face glowed with the setting sun. The hidden dirt in his hair shined through - you could see how some stayed hidden successfully, and it made you really wonder what hell he went through to walk into a Cafe like that.

Suehiro simply shook his head, taking your chin again.

"Don't worry about it."

He wiped the cut on your face as gently as he could. There was a grimace on his face as he tried to be gently with it - even as he placed the bandage, he tried to treat it like a surgeon would a surgery.

It felt odd, sitting there and doing nothing.

"I don't think we have soy sauce. But I do have salt if you want that?"

You were already moving to stand up, hoping to do something.

Anything to not think.

"Why salt? No. I don't want salt."

You stared at him, incredulous.

He was packing up the first aid kit with all the patience in the world, as if time had no meaning. To him it might not have, considering he might have been homeless.

"What about sugar?"

"That's gross. No, I don't think that goes well coffee. I wanted soy sauce because it's brown. And coffee is brown."

As if saying that was the simplest thing in the world, he shrugged.

"They taste good together."

He shuffled past you, putting the first aid kit away. You ran after him, desperate.

"Do you want then....Um. Another... brown sauce?"

The room was silent, save for the sound of the machines that lay dormant in there. The way your shoes stuck to the ground and the way you could hear Suehiro's presence in the room was amplified - you could almost feel how his chest moved, taking large, even breaths. They reminded you to even out yours, to steady and orientate yourself.

"What do you have?"

He was relaxed, leaning against the countertop. His voice was low and deep, a sound that didn't grate against your ears.

"I know there's balsamic vinegar somewhere here. It is brown?"

Absentmindedly, you started to rub your injured wrist, feeling the pain move in your joints as you slowly lulled your wrist from side to side.

"Don't touch it so much, it'll only hurt more if you do."

You rolled your eyes.

"Okay Dr. Suehiro."

"I'm not a doctor."

Shaking your head, you went back to making his order. His coffee was still warm, which hopefully would be good enough for him.

"You act like one."

Still standing behind the counter, Suehiro looked away, thinking.

"I work for the government. First aid is just required."

He was staring down at your fingers, as they carefully moved to stir his drink - it looked to him as if you were treating it like the most important drink in the world.

"Have you done it a lot?"

Talking with the man next to you, for some odd and inexplicable reason, had made your heart begin to feel lighter. You wished you could explain it - the way even looking at the man made a smile threaten to pull across your face.

"Unfortunately. It's just a part of my job, so you get good at it."

You hummed along, walking right next to him.

Carefully, you handed him his drink, feeling his fingers slide around yours as he grabbed your cup.

"I have no idea what this will taste like, so."

You grinned up at him, slightly nervous.

"Here's to trying something new?"

He smiled back - in his eyes, there was a real smile, the kind that shone in his eyes like fireflies.

Taking a long, slow sip of his coffee, he stared at you as he tasted the concoction that you presented to him. His face remained unchanging.

There was a pause, which gave the two of you a moment to realize that the yellow glow of the sunset had left the windows of the cafe. It was now dark - shadows were cast on both of your faces, as the world had begun to turn to dusk.

"It tastes like shit, but I like it."

It wasn't funny. He didn't even smile when he said it - he was staring directly at you, as if it were a challenge.

But still, you laughed. And he smiled back.

I was gonna add more to this but honestly idk I like the ending its stupid and cheesy. I might make a pt.2 tho where reader discovers tecchou's actual job but only in the worst way possible but erm. idk this was just some mindless self indulgence.

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 17

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Mentioned character death

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A/N: Let's pretend like this isn't a million months late and let's pretend I didn't suddenly forget how to write during my time away.

Day 201

Fifteen days. They were getting fifteen whole days home. They’d just landed in North Carolina and from there, each soldier would head their separate ways. Unfortunately, Leah’s flight to Denver wasn’t until the next day. She would have driven home if the drive wasn’t actually longer than simply waiting sixteen hours for her flight.

She’d planned on spending the night waiting around at the airport but a few men who were in the same situation as her had found a motel for the night and she had to admit that having a place to shower was a big enough appeal to cancel out sleeping in a cramped room with three of the men.

Had their overseas flight not been delayed, Sy would have driven straight down to see his folks. As it was, it was already getting late and he didn’t want to make the five hour trip in the dark. Besides, no one would be awake if he showed up after midnight.

After taking a cab to retrieve his truck where he’d placed it in storage, Sy made his way back to the motel. The men had already made themselves at home and were sharing a few beers on the plastic chairs that surrounded the empty pool.

“How can I help you, dear?” the woman behind the desk greeted him.

“I’d appreciate a room for the night, if ya have one. Just one bed’ll do.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, we’re full up. I assumed you were with all the other boys.”

“Well, ma’am, I am. I just hadn’t planned on stayin’ in town tonight so none of them saved a bed for me.”

The woman looked through the hand written registry again but Sy already knew the answer wouldn’t change from the empty peg board behind her.

“I wish I could help you out but a lovely young woman just checked out the last room. We normally have a four person per room policy but I’ll look the other way if you want to squeeze in with any of your fellow soldiers. The least I can do is make sure the men who serve our country get a roof over their heads when they are back home.”

Sy tipped his head in thanks and walked out of the little office. He pulled the cap down over his head though it didn’t do much to protect him from the light of the setting sun.

It looked like he was going to have to ask one of the boys for a favor. The question was, who did he want to bunk with for the night? On the flight over he’d heard them talking about hitting the bars tonight. Sleeping on the floor might land him in a splash zone if he didn’t choose wisely. He didn’t trust any of them to drink in moderation. Not after that last op.

Garrett had flatlined on the chopper while being transported. They somehow got him back but when they finally got him into surgery, it was already too late. Of the other two that were evac’d, one was expected to make a full recovery and the other would most likely walk with a limp for the rest of his life.

Then there was LT. He had a half dozen broken ribs, a concussion and a collapsed lung but he was also expected to make a full recovery. His injuries were mild all things considered and Sy had almost left him there to die.

“I thought you’d be halfway home by now,” a sweet voice spoke from behind him.

Sy was shocked when he turned to find Leah, who had apparently showered and changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt she’d tied into a knot at her hip. Her hair was still damp but she’d left it loose around her shoulders to air dry. It was his first time seeing her out of uniform and her casual outfit might as well have been expensive lingerie if his dick’s reaction was any indication.

“Didn’t want to drive in the dark. Starting to regret it though. They’re full up so I either bum a spot on someone’s floor for the night or I call around until I find a place with a vacancy.”

Leah made a face like she understood how unappealing both of those options were.

“Well… I’ve got a king bed all to myself.”

Sy swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Was that an invitation or was she just stating a fact? Not that Leah was the kind of person to add salt to a wound but surely she wasn’t implying what he annoyingly hoped she was implying.

Leah pulled on an old USMC crew neck, causing her shirt to lift up and expose the skin of her stomach. The sweatshirt was well worn and the tip of the sleeves were frayed where she rolled them up. The state of the fabric made Sy believe that the shirt had most likely belonged to her father and he decided to forgive the insult of wearing something meant for a jarhead.

“I was going to pick up some snacks and juice from around the corner since I hadn’t planned on going out. I think there was a liquor store too.” Leah reached into the pocket on the side of her leggings and handed a small key ring to Sy. “How does pizza, beer and half a king bed sound?”

It sounded like perfect bliss and asking for trouble all wrapped into one.

Sy took the key, seeing a small number twenty etched into the plastic. He looked back at the motel, studying the numbers on the doors.

“It’s the room above the office. The stairs that lead to the door are on the side since it’s a separate structure from the rest of the rooms.”

That was good. If Sy was lucky, no one would notice that he was sharing Leah’s room.

And no one would hear her scream his name if he fucked her into the mattress.

Shit. Not a good train of thought if he wanted to make it through the night in the same bed as Leah.

“I’ll order while you’re gone. Unless you want me to drive?”

She shook her head, her dark brown locks moving in the breeze.

“I need to stretch my legs after that flight. I’ll be back in forty-five, maybe an hour tops.”

With that, Leah was off. Sy hurried to his truck for his duffle then up the steps to the room. The first thing he needed was to clean the twenty-some-odd layers of dust and dirt off his body. After placing a quick order with a local pizzeria he found in the phonebook, he stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower.

The bathroom was still humid from when Leah had been in there earlier so he didn’t shut the door all the way. The fan was on but Sy was pretty sure it’s only function was to make noise.

Thirty minutes and half a tiny bar of soap later, Sy deemed himself as clean as he was going to get and switched off the now tepid water.

He was in the process of drying himself off when the hotel room door opened and shut with a slam. He hadn’t left it unlocked, he hadn’t left any door unlocked since he left his parents’ house at eighteen which meant Leah was back and she’d let herself in with a second key.

Scrambling to cover himself up, Sy realized he hadn’t taken his clean clothes out of his pack. He wrapped the towel around his waist but it was too short to stay put on its own, forcing him to hold the ends together. There was no way he could walk out like that.

“Coleman?”

“Yeah, it’s just me.”

“Would ya mind bringin’ me my bag?”

At the same moment a knock sounded from the door.

“Fuck. That’ll be the food.”

Leah came into view through the crack in the door, setting Sy’s bag by the ground.

“It’s fine, I’ll get it.”

“No, you paid for drinks, I’ll get the food, just let me find my wallet.”

Another, more insistent, knock came from the door and Leah ran over to open it, exchanging a short greeting with the delivery man.

Sy crouched by his bag, pulling the door open another few inches as he rustled through the pockets. He was getting nowhere with one hand, eventually pinching the thin cotton of the towel in the crease of his hip to free up his left hand.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbled when his hand wrapped around the worn leather of his bill fold. He pulled out three bills, holding them up for Leah to take.

Leah made a choked sound when she caught a glimpse of Sy’s body only shielded by a barely there towel. She snatched the money from his hands with a mumbled thanks before averting her eyes and running back to the door.

Sy dressed in thirty seconds flat, exiting the bathroom right as Leah opened a bottle of rum and poured a generous amount in one of those individually packaged plastic cups that were as small as the soap. She lifted the drink to her lips, downing the whole thing in one go before filling it again.

“What are we drinkin’?” he asked as he came to stand a little too close to Leah.

“Beer or rum.” She cleared her throat, putting some distance between them as she opened the pizza boxes. “What are we eating?”

“Meat or meat.”

He really hoped she didn’t have anything against pepperoni, sausage or bacon because he had gotten one deluxe and one four meat pizza. When ordering, he hadn’t considered that she might follow a specific diet when was home.

His worries were abated when Leah opened both boxes on the dresser, dexterously swapping half of the deluxe pizza for half of the all meat one before closing the box again and taking the other over to the bed. The room didn’t have a table or chairs so it was as good a spot as any to sit and eat.

Sy took over making Leah’s rum and coke, which she’d abandoned when Sy’s closeness had made her brain malfunction, then opened a bottle of beer for himself.

“So, where are you headed from here?” Sy asked, handing Leah her drink then taking a massive bite of the deluxe pizza. It looked like he barely chewed it before he went in for a second and third bite.

“I’m going to stay at our old house. My brother decided to move into an apartment after receiving his residency match to be closer to work so it’ll just be me, myself and I for the better part of the next two weeks.”

She tried to hide it, but Sy could tell she was disappointed. Who could blame her? Caleb was the only family she had left and she would get forty-eight hours with him after so long apart.

“What about you? You mentioned your siblings and your parents… is there an ol’ lady somewhere in that mix?”

Sy’s head snapped up, pausing halfway through chewing his bite. She wasn’t looking at him, instead keeping her eyes on the drink as she swirled the contents around her cup.

“What makes ya think I have a wife or even a girlfriend waitin’ back home?” His tone was harsher than he’d intended but he was a little offended by what she was insinuating.

She kept her eyes downcast as she shrugged. Her lips were pursed from the way she nervously chewed the inside of her cheek. Maybe it wasn’t so much an accusation as it was her way of tiptoeing into the subject.

“Hey…” Sy waited until Leah dared to look up before he continued. “I’m no saint,” he admitted, his voice soft, “but I ain’t a cheat. If I had someone waitin’, she’d be it for me.” Not everyone considered kissing cheating but his ever growing feelings would definitely constitute infidelity. Leah’s eyes flickered from left to right, studying his face as she considered his words before finally giving a little nod of acceptance.

There was a tense silence as she picked up another piece of pizza, leaving her crusts in the box. Had Aika been with them, he would have given them to her as a treat. He was surprised how much he found himself to be missing the pup.

He’d found a shelter that helped send strays overseas for them to be adopted. They’d been willing to look after Aika until they returned and he’d arranged for them to give her all the shots she needed to keep her safe and eventually allow her into the States. They’d asked if he wanted them to help get her home right away but he couldn’t imagine going back to a life on base without his four-legged shadow.

Watching from the corner of his eye as she ate, Sy went over the speech he’d been preparing in his head the whole flight home. He knew what he wanted to say but for some reason the words kept getting caught in his throat. They had expertly avoided the subject the last two months on base but it was time for him to suck it up and say what needed to be said.

“I never apologized.” Leah’s head tilted to the side as she looked at him. She was still working on a mouthful of food but the little motion was enough to convey what she was thinking.

“For kissin’ you,” Sy clarified. “It should never have happened. You were hurt and vulnerable then I went and put ya in a position where ya probably felt like ya couldn’t say ‘no’. I let my personal feelings get the best of me and I accept full responsibility for that. I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, staring down at her drink.

Noticing her glass was empty, she moved off the bed to the improvised bar. She appreciated Sy’s apology. The circumstances under which he had acted were indeed quite poor, but at the same time, she understood what had pushed him to act—it was the same instinct that had pushed her to go after Niki, career be damned. It was terrifying to think that Sy felt so strongly about her, but it was even more terrifying that she desperately wanted him to.

She took her time fixing her drink, using the break in conversation to gather her courage.

On the bed, Sy was beginning to grow anxious. With her back turned, he couldn’t tell what was going through Leah’s head as the silence stretched on. He foolishly hoped she was gathering the courage to ask for a repeat but for all he knew, she could also be gathering the courage to ask him to leave.

It didn’t go unnoticed that maybe it also hadn’t been the best of plans to apologize when the two of them were stuck in a room with only one bed but it was already well overdue.

He also probably shouldn’t have agreed to share the room in the first place.

What had he been thinking? Even if his head knew to keep his hands to himself, the brain between his legs had a completely different idea of how to spend the next ten hours. He probably wouldn’t sleep a wink out of fear that he would drift off, roll over and grind his dick right into her ass.

He was just about ready to go spend the night in the bed of his truck when she spoke in a soft, unsure voice. He’d never heard her sound so meek.

“When you kissed me, there was a second there where I didn’t really understand what was happening. Everything was a little foggy, like I was in a dream.”

It no doubt felt like a dream because of the concussion. He hadn’t even considered how confused she must have been in addition to being tired, in pain and in a closed room with her superior who was suddenly getting handsy.

“But it wasn’t a dream," Leah finally said. “You were really there. Really holding me. Really kissing me.”

It was his turn to stand, coming to a halt a safe distance behind Leah. There was a small mirror on the wall which now allowed him to study her face in the reflection as she peeked up and did the same.

He’d replayed their kiss in his head so many times since that night. He’d begun to question whether he had only imagined those few blissful moments when Leah had kissed him back before she got spooked.

“A part of me was ecstatic,” feeling hopeful, Sy took a careful step forward and Leah turned to face him, “but another part of me was terrified.”

Shit. “Why?”

“Well, you’re my superior. I don’t need to explain why that’s a horrible idea.”

No, she didn’t. He’d thought about that every day since he’d first met the feisty young woman. But he had the feeling that was not the only factor. Sy took another step, making Leah’s breath hitch from the proximity. “And?”

Leah went back to chewing the inside of her cheek, looking away. Suddenly losing his nerve, Sy moved back, clearing the empty paper plates and pizza box from the bed. He wasn’t sure he could hear her reasons for not wanting him.

“It’s okay, ya don’t have to tell me. I’ll get outta here and let ya get some rest.”

He was disappointed, but what had he expected? That she would confess her undying love for him and that suddenly everything would be all fine and dandy?

Sy moved to his duffle, packing up the clothing items that had fallen onto the floor of the bathroom as he’d dug through it.

The sudden fear of watching Sy walk away was enough to convince Leah to speak.

“Please don’t go.”

Sy froze, surprised by her rushed plea. He slowly straightened, making his way back to Leah where she dropped onto the bed, hugging herself tightly. Sy longed to be the one to comfort her but he didn’t want to risk pushing her too far. Again.

“I really wanted to kiss you but then I started to worry that maybe you were expecting… more.”

That made Sy pause, crouching in front of Leah. “What exactly did ya think I was expectin’?”

“I— I don’t know.” She sniffled, shaking her head before wiping her cheek on the back of her hand. “It seemed like every time I got hurt I got a bedside visit from you and that night… You had this look in your eye like you thought you’d never see me again. You can’t blame me for thinking that there was something more than kissing on your mind.”

Just like that, Sy was back on base, reliving the most terrifying events of his life. Whenever he thought back to that night he’d been so focused on his stupidly impulsive decision to kiss a soldier under his command that he had almost forgotten about the op. Or maybe he’d just had a selective memory that preferred to remember the softness of her lips over the way she’d been so completely still when he found her unconscious.

“When I walked in and saw ya on that floor, I was convinced that I’d lost ya. I kept thinkin’ of all the things that I wished I’d said then, when ya woke up, I still couldn’t speak a single fuckin’ word so I— I didn’t think, I just acted.”

“Can you... tell me now?”

Sy swallowed the lump in his throat feeling his palms start to sweat. All the stress was coming right back but this time, he was determined to make it through. He took Leah’s hands in his.

“You’ve been on my mind since the first moment I saw ya. I liked that you didn’t take any shit from anyone. And since then… Fuck, I’ve just been falling hard. You make me feel understood in ways I've never experienced before. You make me feel like— Like I’m good enough.”

Leah looked down at their joined hands. “What if I can’t be enough? What if I can’t give you what you need?”

At first Sy thought she meant a relationship but when she unconsciously glanced down to the bed, Sy began to put the pieces together.

“Leah,” it was still foreign to use her first name, “does sex make ya uncomfortable?”

“Sometimes.” She tried to pull away but Sy didn’t let go. He caught her eye, giving her a look that clearly meant to cut the bullshit. “Okay, a lot of the time. Even if guys are willing to wait, they tend to expect sex at some point down the line and I can’t guarantee that I’ll ever be into it.”

“And ya think that’s a deal breaker for me?” He had to admit that, although he was used to going long periods of time on his own, he’d assumed sex would be on the table when he was home.

“Well, you are Captain ‘Pussy-is-on-the-food-pyramid’ Syverson.”

Sy winced, running a hand over his cropped hair. He hadn’t meant the question as an accusation but her defensiveness was understandable.

“Yeah, okay, I can see where you’re coming from but it ain’t like that. There’s no fun in it if my girl don’t like it.”

Noticing she was still skeptical, Sy lifted the hem of his shirt. When Leah didn’t make a move to stop him, he guided her hand to his chest, holding it flat over his scar. “I learned the hard way that thinkin’ with my dick gets me nowhere good. I’ll give all that up in a heartbeat if it means I get a shot at somethin’ real.”

Leah traced the lines of his scar. She remembered it perfectly though she hadn’t dared ask about it when they’d been in his room on base.

“You think I’m something real?” she whispered.

Releasing her hand, Sy brushed Leah’s hair out of her face and kissed her temple.

“Yeah, I do.”

It was obvious that Leah was still scared of the possible repercussions. After all, she had every reason to be worried about the impact a relationship could have on her career. Leah was still young, she had a lot to learn about what she wanted in life and a lot to lose should anything go wrong. As much as Sy wanted to pull her to him and kiss her until she couldn’t think of anything else, Leah needed time to make a decision.

Looking at her more closely, Sy took in the dark circles under Leah’s eyes and the way her cheeks looked more sunken than ever before. She’d been a wreck after Niki and with good reason. The caveman in him felt better knowing that he’d fed her but she was still in desperate need of a good night’s rest.

He would have to put a pin in the conversation until they got back to base.

“What time’s your flight?”

“Eight.”

“Then you need to get some sleep.” Sy stood, pulling Leah up with him. She didn’t argue, simply grabbing her pack and heading into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Sy cleaned up the leftover pizza, managing to fit the box in the mini-fridge. He shut the curtains and switched off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp on. After a moment of hesitation, he removed his shirt, keeping his shorts on, and climbed into bed.

Leah joined him a moment later, and to his surprise, she wrapped herself around him from behind. She’d changed into something sleeveless and the feeling of her bare arms over his skin nearly made him groan.

“You’re warm.”

“Na Sugar, your hands are just freezin’.” He intertwined their fingers together, happily sharing his body heat.

Leah smiled to herself at the easy way the endearment fell from his lips. Just for one night, she would let herself enjoy Sy’s company. For one night, she would pretend that he wasn’t her captain. For one night, she would pretend she wasn’t terrified he would eventually get sick of waiting for something that might never happen.

Sy woke the next morning to a shiver running down his spine. He sensed Leah’s absence immediately and he didn’t need to look around the room to know that she was gone.

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Slow dancing in the dark /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: She was everything i was not, seeing him falling in love with her was too much to bear.

Warnings: Angst just pure angst

Word Count: 1,2K

Note: I was a little bit sad when i made this so i'm sorry folks. Nothing against Elain though. Part 2

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Ever since i can remember, Azriel and i were best friends, and i was probably in love with him for the same amount of time. The problem is that there was always a better female that caught his attention, first was Mor, i couldn't blame her, even if she was my friend, i still felt insecure and compared myself to her.

I was always there for him, whenever he wanted to complain about how unfair it was that she would choose Cassian when he was just there to love her the way she deserved. The funny part is that i used to think the same, but never got the courage to tell him anything.

Things got way worse when the Archeron sisters came into our lives, Nesta and Feyre were nice to me and i liked them, but Elain never liked me, even when i tried to be nice to her, she would dismiss me like i wasn’t worth of her attention. My heart broke when he started hanging out with her, i noticed how he would open up to her, how his eyes seemed to shine harder when he saw her, he would even allow her to touch his hands. She always made sure that i was near when she did these kind of things with him.

I decided that it was for the best if i just pulled my feelings aside,i would often find excuses to not be alone with them, nor being near them if i could avoid. He noticed my absence, i knew he did, but he ended up not trying to get in touch with me anymore, we just drifted apart. The rest of the inner circle tried to cheer me up, but nothing worked, i guess broken hearts are not easily fixed.

Mor spent the whole week trying to get me out of my home, she didn't stop until i agreed to go to Rita’s on friday. She showed up at my door early, to get me out of my misery, “ You should show him what he’s missing”, i just brushed her off when she said that, how could i compete with Elain? Her sweet and innocent personality, her brown hair and eyes, her angelic features. My face didn't looked as good as hers, and i wasn’t as nice as her, years of fighting and traumas led me to be a more introverted person than i would like to be.

Mor made me shower, while she got her things ready, she made me try on some dresses until i found one i liked, i end up choosing a deep black dress, with a flowy skirt with i slit on the side that showed a little to much skin, the upper half holded my frame perfectly, the thin straps flowed in a v-neckline, for the first time in months i felt pretty. She straightened my hair and for the make up, only a little bit of mascara, an elaborated eyeliner and red lips.

“You look hot.” Mor said, she was standing behind me, she looked perfect, her hair in waves, dark make up and a velvet black dress hugging every part of her body. She winnow us inside the night club, pulling me towards our usual table, everyone looked at me, Nesta was the first one to get up and hug me.

“I'm glad you're here, you look stunning.” She held me tightly, i could feel the tension in the air as the rest shared worried glares with each other. The air got stuck in my lungs and i felt a lump forming on my throat when i heard his voice behind me.

“Hey everybody.” The same awkward tone he always used when in public, turning to face him, i noticed how she was clinging onto him, my heart shattered once again in my chest and i had to force a smile. “OH, hi Y/N. I wasn't expecting seeing you tonight.” The hurt in my chest grow to notice that he was treating me like a stranger, he was looking at me like i was someone else. Maybe i shouldn't be here.

“I convinced her to come, it’s not the same without her.” Mor said, pulling me closer to her. “Let’s grab something to drink!” Grabbing me by my hand, she directs us towards the bar. She ordered four shots and we drank them quickly before going to the dance floor. I wasn't going to let them ruin my night.

A couple of drinks later and a few dances i decided to sit down, forgetting about the two, only remembering when i approached the table, too close to turn around, i sitted, being the mature person. The silence was extremily uncomfortable, Az was in the other side of the table, across from me, his shadows reaching out for me, their phantom touch sending shivers through my spine, i really missed how they would get out their leash just to run to me whenever i got closer. Elain seemed to notice and rolled her eyes, i saw how she looked at me, a wicked grin on her lips as she called him, his head turning slowly in her direction, her hand flying to his face as she pulled him in for a kiss.

It was like the all the air on my lungs got knocked out as he broke the kiss, the guilty look on his face as he watched me and then it happened. They always described as the feeling of getting home, or breathing after a long time under the water, but for me it was like i was being held under water, my throat burns and i felt the tears gathering in the corner of my eyes, my body felt weird, like it wasn’t my own as i watched the golden thread, tying us together for eternity, the other side was empty and i assumed it just hadn’t snapped for him yet.

I needed fresh air before i passed out, rushing to get away from my mate and his lover, i didn’t even bother to say anything, but i still could hear her sacrcastic laughter and her pleads for him to stay. Aiming for the back door, i managed to reach it and i stumbled out, my legs felt weak and i felt like throwing up.

“I know i'm probably not the one you wanted to see right now, but please tell me whats wrong, you don’t talk to me anymore, don't even look in my direction, we’re best friends!” He said, clearly frustrated. The alley had barely any light, it was empty and cold, just like i felt inside.

“That’s the problem Azriel.” I said, looking at him, tears falling freely now and i couldn't care less. “I don't want a friend, i want my life in two, with you. I tried to deal with the fact that you probably would never feel the same, but i can’t stand it anymore, and that kiss only proved that i can’t be near you, that she enjoy watching me suffer, at first i didn't mind, thought that maybe i was crazy, but now i see that she does it on purpose, i can’t keep doing this, dancing alone with the ghost of what we used to be. I'm sorry.” My entire body felt numb, the only thing i was able to feel was the throbbing pain in my chest. I had to get out of here, his red face and broken expression was the last thing i saw before winnowing away.

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lily-174 · 1 year

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Hey . I love your last Will helstead x daughter reader fic. Now I can't stop thinking about such a story. Will has an ordinary day at work when suddenly an ambulance brings his daughter (maybe she was hit by a car) this story does not have to have a good ending.

“is she going to make it?” (will halstead x daughter! reader)

trigger warning: hit and run, hospitals, lots of swearing, angsts, mentions of death

when your dad left the house in the evening for his night shift you told him you were going out with some friends, you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of just over a year. and bring 17 and still having to go to the same high school as him it was difficult. so you’re friends decided to take you out to cheer you up a bit, to say you’d been looking forward to this all week was an understatement.

you left the house at 8 and made your way to the party that started at 9, it was amazing exactly what you needed. an excuse to drink and dance with your best friends, you’d forgotten about your ex by 10. laughing, dancing, you’d even managed to speak to a few guys, everything was going amazingly until the clocks hit 12.

you’d been drinking a lot, way too much then your body could handle, and the dancing was swishing around the content of your stomach making you feel uneasy you ran outside emptying the contents of your stomach on the floor. it was too hot, your throat was burning you felt dizzy. you reached for your phone that was in your small purse, and contemplated calling your dad to pick you up but you decided against disturbing him so you messaged your uncle:

hey jj i’m a tad drunkk can you come pick me up?

you sent the message and stood at the door outside the party waiting for him to reply, the minutes were feeling way too long. your head was throbbing to the sound of the banging music inside the building behind you so you decided to walk down to the sidewalk.

maybe you’d made a mistake coming out tonight, the only reason your father allowed it is because you have the highest grades in all your classes and he wanted you to have fun and forget about your ex.

you hated school, now because of your ex you hated it more. the only reason you hadn’t dropped out is because you want to be a surgeon, your dad had inspired you to go to med school. you knew it would be extremely difficult but you wanted to be a brain surgeon, your dad said you were definitely smart enough to live out your dream.

you sighed the loud banging of music still causing your head to throb more, you rubbed your head hoping it would relieve some of the pain as you crossed the road in hopes getting further away from the music would help. behind your hand that was partially covering your eyes you saw a bright light heading straight towards you. headlights.

will was exhausted, on his 6th patient of the shift it had been fairly busy but nothing extravagant had happened yet, he had a man come in for a motor cycle accident and he was surprisingly okay he defied the odds and got sent up to the ward, he survived no long term damage, that was a win.

will rubbed his eyes as he left another trauma room and went to grab a coffee he came back down to another patient complaining of chest pains, will did the routine checks and listened to the mans heart and lungs all sounded normal so he sent him down for an x ray.

this was a pretty standard shift, all was going well. will was hoping his little girl was happy and having a good time. he smiled hoping you would get over this breakup soon. he hated seeing you like that. you and your father were so close, you’d tell him everything and he was so unbelievably proud of you.

will yawned as he entered trauma bay 5 to treat a woman with severe abdominal pain, just as he was about to check if his findings were correct he heard a gurney being brought in by paramedics. then he heard a round of gasps by the doctors and his brothers voice.

“is she okay?!? is she going to make it? where’s my brother?” he heard Jays loud voice booking through the ER. will rushed out the room and saw his daughter on a gurney being rushed into trauma bay 2

“what the hell happened?!” will exclaimed pain in his voice as he rushed across the room seeing his daughter covered in blood a big gash on her head, an arm clearly broken. will could feel the tears pooling in his eyes as he rushed into the room to help his daughter only to be held back by ethan.

“we will look after her will. just give us space” ethan said passing the distraught red head over to jay. will tried to get out of jays grasp but he couldn’t. he watched as the team of doctors started calling out different things that where wrong.

“we need an OR now! internal bleeding, possible punctured lung, multiple broken ribs, broken arm and possible brain injury.” ethan called out as he examined your body.

“no.. no! i can help let me help her!” will shouted tears streaming down his face as his brother held him back.

“let them help her will”jay said with tears eyes pulling his brother into a hug, the sobs that left will in that moment were heart breaking, he felt his heart shatter as you got wheeled out the bay in the gurney, he turned and watched.

“i love you y/n okay? everything’s going to be fine. you’re not alone” he sobbed walking towards his daughter but jay pulled him back again. will could feel it was bad, he knew in the pit of his stomach he knew those injury’s could be life threatening.

“what happened to her” he cries hugging his brother once again all of the memories with his daughter flashing before his eyes.

“hit and run.. she texted me to come pick her up i found her on the floor when i got there. i’m so sorry will..” jay explained a few tears rolling down his cheeks. he felt so guilty maybe if he had gotten there sooner or called you on his way this wouldn’t have happened. the brothers cling onto eachother before walking to the waiting room, jay sat his head in his hands and will stood pacing the room, that’s when the rest of intelligence arrived.

“the drivers in custody.. any updates?” hailey asked as she sat down next to jay and the team followed sitting down in the waiting room.

“none yet. it doesn’t look good” will stated eyes rimmed red, still pacing the room, this went on for a few hours before a doctor came out and called your name and everyone stood up.

“is she okay??” will said rushing over to the surgeon, jay stood next to him and the team stood around.

“the bleeding was too extensive, her heart stopped multiple times during the surgery and i’m afraid we couldn’t get it back and she succumbed to her injuries. i’m so sorry for your loss dr halstead” wills world went blank everything went fuzzy as he screamed his legs giving out and falling to the floor the violent sobs leaving him hurt his chest, his heart shattered at those words.. he would never see his beautiful daughter again, he would never see her walk down the aisle, he would never see her become a mom, never see her live out her dreams. he would never see her again.

the pain he felt was unlike anything he’d every felt before, it wasn’t just mental pain it was physical his baby girl just died. he couldn’t even remember the last thing he said before he left for his shift, was it i love you? or some stupid joke?

jay crouched down tears falling down his cheeks as he held his brother, the two of them crying on the hospital floor hailey bending down to comfort the two brothers.

will couldn’t hear anything he couldn’t feel anything but this pain, what was he going to do without you.

a/n - i cant lie i kinda hate this but i hope you enjoy none the less <3

#chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #will halstead x reader #will halstead #chicago med #one chicago #will halstead imagine

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fangirlinsince1998 · 2 years

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Rooftop escape

Hi guys. I literally have not written in about 2 years but had this weird as fantasy in the middle of class today (yes blame me and call a girl out) it is PURE FILTH of Ashton. So enjoy. 4.1K

I was dragging my feet towards my favourite rooftop bar. The last week had been upright hell; nothing could describe it better. I had picked a fight with my best friend over something that was so irrelevant (and now far too stubborn to make up) and had been broken up with by my situationship. I know, situationship, but this had been going on for about 7 months, so maybe I was absolutely off better without someone who wouldn’t even claim me as their own.

Not to throw a pity party but that is why my feet were dragging towards the hotel’s luxurious rooftop bar. I deserved it. I deserved to sit just for one night to wallow in my own feelings whilst drinking a pint of my favourite beer and stare over the city.

The elevator chimed as we reached the 17th floor. There was a chill in the air but the October evening was beautiful and autumnal. Not a lot of people were situated on the roof but the waiter greeted me with a friendly smile and showed me to a table in the far corner. I thanked him briefly and sat down, grabbing my book and ordering a nice IPA. I know, who even am I, sitting with a book, in a bar by herself, but I needed this time right now, to not think about anything that was going on, and since it wasn’t busy at the bar I felt less watched and judged. The whole ‘you shouldn’t care what people think’ attitude had gotten on my last nerve, because I do care, I do care what people think of me and I will absolutely feel judged and called out.

The waiter came over with the beer as I flipped a page: “just let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be right over there” he pointed by the entrance to the hotel. I nodded with a smile “thank you very much” as my eyes drifted back to the book. As I was sipping the beer I kept reading over the same sentences again and again without taking in what the words were saying. I sighed and put the book down, stole a few glances around, the bar had gotten a bit more crowded as the darkness was falling. I pulled out my tobacco and started rolling a cigarette as my phone chimed:

I think we need to talk

That was all it said. The sender being the guy that had not even had the guts to ask me out properly. I sighed again and rubbed my eyes.

There is nothing to talk about

I typed out and hit send before I could even overthink it. I deserved better, and I had finally realised that. It did take a breakup and a week of crying but deep down I knew that this was for the better. I rested my head in my hands for a few seconds before grabbing my lighter and lighting my cigarette. The smoke filling my lungs as my phone vibrated again, I rolled my eyes and looked down

I know I made the call, but I regret now, I miss you

Obviously, he misses me, it’s a Friday night at 9pm, it is probably because he doesn’t want to go out or open up tinder to find another person to hook up with. I blew a puff of smoke out as I locked the phone again, not even taking the energy to respond to the message. Who does that. My heart ached at the thought, who just breaks up with someone just like that, and then a week later comes to terms with that that wasn’t what they wanted. Unreal.

“Can I buy you a refill, you look like you need it” a voice chimed in with a small hint of a smile in the tone. I looked up as I took another drag of my cigarette, staring at the not even just handsome, but beautiful man in front of me: “Is it that obvious that I need one?” I chimed back. He chuckled softly brushing his curls out of his face, “is it rude if I say yes?” I smiled at the response, humour, “well kind of but you are also absolutely right”. He stood still watching me for a second as I took another drag of the cigarette, almost finishing it off, “wanna talk about it?” I looked at him, “you know, I normally don’t do myself in spilling my guts to strangers”, my defences where kicking in a little but I was also intrigued by the sheer boldness of the handsome man.

“Well what about spilling your guts to a friend?” he reached his hand out, as if we had meant to be meeting, “Ashton”, I smiled as I took his hand. His hand being almost the double of mine, his fingertips feeling rough against my palm as he slid his hand into mine, “you know, that doesn’t sound too bad” I smiled, “Y/N”. His face broke into a grin as he retreated his hand and turned around, “ill grab you that drink”.

Here we were 3 hours later, had chatted through literally every single topic in the world. He had heard the story about my ex-situation and my best friend, and probably every single scenario that had caused hurt in the last 2 years of my life, whilst he had shared his insecurities about his lifestyle as a musician, being sober and ex-partners. I was on my 4th pint as he rolled up a joint for himself. He held it towards me “want a puff?” I giggled, heat rising to my cheeks, “no I don’t really smoke, it makes me super anxious”, he grinned, “well pick your poison I guess”, I held my glass up, “cheers to that”.

Under the table his legs extended and brushed against mine, a small sigh left my lips as I dwelled on the innocent move. His eyes locked with mine, staring me down, as if he was staring deep into my soul. His leg brushing up against mine again. This time it had to be on purpose. He took a long drag from is joint. I don’t know if it was the few drinks that gave me the courage, but the words left my mouth before I could even stop them: “You do this often?” he raised an eyebrow as he exhaled the smoke in my direction, “what do you mean,” “I mean come to the rooftop bars of hotels, use your rockstar charm to get to know girls, making it seem all innocent,” “You think I have rockstar charm?” I rolled my eyes “that was absolutely not what I needed you to focus on in that question,” he chuckled and hummed, the sound going straight to my brain and core. His foot hooked behind my leg and pulled it closer to him. My breathing stopped for just a split second before he continued:

“No Y/N, I don’t do this often,” he leaned back as he finished his joint, “so what makes this time different,” I held my breath, not wanting to push him too far, “who would I be to pass on a pretty face like yours when you’re sitting here by yourself” my cheeks started to heat up as I kept eye contact with him, “I have a pretty face?” it was his turn to roll his eyes, “that is what you focused on in that sentence,” I leaned in on my elbows closer to him, “yes that is what I will focus on”, he copied my movements and moved in closer to me, his chin resting on his palms, the tension in the air filling with electricity as his other leg hooked behind my other under the table,

“yes baby, you have a fucking pretty face, and you don’t need me to tell you that,” I could feel his eyes going from my eyes to my lips and back up again. His tongue poked out as he licked his lips. My eyes following his every move. “So do you,” I blurted out, “I have a pretty face?” his voice low, I leaned in a little closer and whispered “you don’t even know” from here I could see every freckle on his face and every little frown line he had as he was staring me down. His face inching closer to mine, and for just a second I thought he was going to kiss me there and then. But he pulled back, breaking the connection just a little bit as he cleared his throat, “this is really going to sound like I do this often, but I do have a hotel room in the hotel if you want to relocate, it is getting quite chilly,” a small giggle left my lips, “quite chilly” I murmured, we both knew that was absolute bs but I took it, “yeah babe, that sounds like a plan,” a look of relief washed over his face as he pushed himself away from the table and stood up waiting for me.

I packed my book back into my bag and grabbed my phone heading towards him. His eyes locked with mine, and just for a second the whole world disappeared around us. In that moment, it was only us. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a while, but maybe it was just the alcohol speaking and the fact that the tall handsome man was walking next to me. He glanced down at me as he pressed the elevator button. Few seconds passed and the doors opened smoothly. We got in on opposite sides, as he pressed the button 10.

I couldn’t for the life of me figure out if the tension in the air was awkward or if it was the sexual frustration of two adults not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. I gazed over at him and met his eyes instantly. His eyes locked straight into mine as he had already been staring.

“Fuck it,” he whispered as he crossed the elevator in a big stride and pushed me up against the wall as his lips crashed against mine. For just a split second I was flabbergasted, not too sure what was going on, but it was only that one second it took before my hands grasped at his roots as I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. He broke away for a moment to catch his breath before leaning back in, this time taking his time. His lips moulded into mine as he sucked onto my bottom left. A soft whine escaped my lips as he pushed he harder into the wall behind me. His body firm and big against mine. I opened my mouth further as his tongue slowly slipped into my mouth, timid and exploring; taking his time as he deepened the kiss. The ding of the elevator got us pushing each other away and taking deep frantic breaths.

He looked at me and started laughing softly, “I’m sorry,” he paused “I just couldn’t help myself,” I looked him dead in the eye as I responded “good,” “good” he said back is he grabbed for my hand and dragged me out the open doors towards one of the room doors.

As soon as the key card opened the door he was on me again. My centre pulsating at the mere thought of this stunning man claiming his mouth on mine. He slammed shut the door as he unbuttoned my jacket I was wearing, throwing it down behind him carelessly and pushing me against the wall. His hands groping for my wrists finally finding them and guiding the above my head, “I know we haven’t talked this through” he whispered in my ear, goosebumps erupting all over my body, “and I need you to tell me if anything is not working for you,” I swallowed “but all I can think about is how badly I need to fuck you,” not sure to even test the waters on what this man was into I just spoke my mind, “I need you to do that, hard and rough, can you do that for me baby,” I moaned back as his lips latched onto my neck.

He paused for just a second which made me think I had said something wrong, or that he wasn’t into rough sex, but then I could physically feel his lips curving up in a smile, “oh look at who is being a good girl, are you sure you can handle that,” I had to squeeze my thighs together as the words good girl reached my ears, “why don’t you see for yourself Ashton, and I’ll show you what a good girl I can be,” as the words left my mouth he moaned out loud. I don’t think I have every heard anything quite as attractive before, but he didn’t even give me time to dwell upon it before his lips were back on mine, his tongue invading my mouth deliciously. I moaned in response, trying to get my hands away from his grasp to touch him.

He shook his head as he released my hands that instantly fell to his jacket and started unzipping it. I dropped to the floor, just as the same time he did. Down on his knees, my hands now in his hair as I looked at him in anticipation. I tucked on the roots as he let out a growl, before dragging his large hands from my ankles, up my thighs and under my skirt. He pulled at the nylon tights I was wearing and tore them down my legs in a swift motion. His breath was fanning over my core, I could feel it even through the layer of my skirt and my cotton thong I was wearing. I closed my eyes briefly, but opened them quickly as his palms spread out over my thighs, the tips of his fingers lingering at the hem of my thong.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, I gulped, as I my eyes found his again, pupils fully blown as he lifted my skirt and scrunched it in his hands, making our eye contact last. His face leaned in closer as his poked out his tongue and licked a strip from my clothed core to my clit. Even through the fabric of my panties and obscene moan left my lips. His nose nudged my clit as he went in one more time, dampening my underwear even more than it already was. I pulled at his hair, and his hum in response made my knees buckle and my eyes shut.

“Didn’t I say eyes on me,” he spoke harshly, clearly watching my every move, “yes” I breathed out. He pulled his face away from my still clothed core “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me,” I swallowed harshly, “I am,” I breathed out, fully knowing this was not the response he wanted from me.

“I don’t think you are,” he got to his feet swiftly, towering over me pushing me towards the desk, bumping me into it harshly. I let out a gasp, his hands let go of my skirt and travelled up my body, dragging my top off and throwing it on the floor with the other discarded items. His hands cupping my breasts before on travelled up to my mouth, tracing my lips before gently pushing the digits in. I moaned as I took the invitation and sucked his thumb into my mouth with pleasure and for just a second his eyes glazed over as I worked my tongue over his fingers sucking it harshly, imagining what I’d rather have in my mouth instead. His other hand travelling up the valley of my breast towards my neck.

We both knew this was unspoken territory and he was testing the waters, and as my eyes darkened as his big hand wrapped around my neck he smiled, “you are full of surprises” he exhaled as I let go off his finger to let out a strangled breath whilst he put more pressure on my throat. “Look at you,” he whispered as he dragged is finger down my breasts and over my hardened nipples. He spun me around harshly, making me face the mirror behind us “no literally, look at you,”

I made eye contact with myself in the mirror, as his hand around my throat lifted me towards him, his front pressing against my back, as he got closed and slowly bit down on my earlobe. His breath fanning across the side of my face made me moan again, the tension in the air was unbearable. I needed him now. Right now. My eyes took him in behind me, his large frame draped over mine, his hand squeezing my throat harder as for just a second my breath stopped. Every single cell in my body was tingling waiting for his next move.

“You’re looking so fucking pretty for me, all desperate,” he sighed as he rutted against me. I could feel his hard on press against my back side, “are you gonna do something about it, or does a girl have to do everything by herself” I shot back. He pulled me closer to him as his hips started grinding into me harder. “Watch your mouth,” He responded, “or else?” I shot back, “be a good boy for me and fuck me,”.

Even to that he had no come back as his hands left my body for a split second to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. His fingers hooked in my thong pulling it to the side. I was watching him through the mirror as he stared down at my heat, probably at this point drenching me so badly it could probably be seen smeared on the insides of my thighs. “What has gotten you this wet baby,” his eyes locked with mine through the mirror, and just as I was about to respond, he dragged his fingers down my slick folds.

I moaned out loud, not being able to stop myself, his eyes never leaving my face, “you.” I breathed out. “You have gotten me this wet, since the moment you sat down at that stupid table”. He chuckled clearly happy with the response. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking the two digits in, he hummed in response, my eyes glued to his every move, “tasting even better than I imagined,”

“You know what, I think I’d feel even better than you’d imagined too,” he tutted, “getting impatient are we now,” his tip slowly dragging through my folds, and just before I could respond he pressed his tip in. My head fell down hanging on my shoulders as I moaned out. I had always been vocal but the noises this man was hearing was far more than I normally let out. I just couldn’t help it, he lit every single part of my body on fire, making me more alert than ever.

“yes just like that baby,” I whispered as I lifted my head back up to look at him, His eyes staring down at were our bodies were connected. He pushed in further, my heat clenching around him harder than ever, burning but in the most delicious way. “Yes you’re taking me so well,” he breathed out, as he also bottomed out. To say I was so wet I was dripping down my thighs was an understatement, making his entrance smooth.

“Look at me while I fuck you” he moaned out as he pulled out and slammed back in. I sighed in relief as he started pounding into me. My boobs moving back and forth harshly before his one hand grabbing me under them pulling me flush against him. “I fucking love this” he moaned as he through the mirror was eyeing my nipple piercing adorning my right breast. Our eyes met in the mirror as his other hand grabbed my hair pulling it harshly to get me closer to him, if even physically possible. I swore under my breath as a stream of profanities and praises “yes Ash, just like that, don’t stop” and obviously feeding into my praises to the fullest he moaned out louder “you feel fucking incredible,” as he sped up, thrusting into me harder.

The vein on the underside of his cock rubbing against my walls so harshly I wasn’t even sure how long I’d last. His hand from my breast apparently read my mind as it snaked its way down my stomach as he toyed with my clot, “yes, cum for me,” he let out a strangled breath, “I can feel you are close,” I moaned at the pure attention he was giving to me, eating it up and for a brief second just thinking, man I really deserved someone like this always, someone who pays attention and makes it happen. But before the stream of thought could continue he head fell against my shoulder has he pounded into me, my knees turning into jelly as he bit down on my neck. I moaned louder, “fuck,” I gasped out as he latched his tongue over his bite mark. His lips afterwards connecting further with my neck, sucking and biting down as his rhythm was slowing down.

“Ashton,” I moaned out, his eyes shotting up meeting mine in the mirror, “I’m so close,” I whispered, and as if he just fully understood “what do you need from me,” he panted in between thrusts. “Your hands,” I whispered as my core was tightening, “what about them baby, tell me where you need them,” even in this moment his teasing didn’t stop.

“Around my neck,” he hummed clearly waiting for me to beg, and I gladly did at this point, “please choke, me, please I need your hands on my throat,” he smiled as he picked up his thrusts going into me harder, his front slapping into my ass hardly clearly chasing his own high.

His hands settled on my neck, as just as he intensified the pressure of them on me, I came. And I came hard, moans and fucks leaving my mouth as he was fucking me through the orgasm. Even as my vision started to clear up again, his hand still squeezing my neck, I reached up behind me, and grabbed his hair, pulling harshly, my lips catching his in an awkward open mouthed kiss just needing him closer, needing to taste him.

His forehead hit mine as our sweaty skin connected, “come on baby, cum for me” I whispered as he pounded into me further. “Be a good boy,” I continued and apparently that was all he needed as well, he pulled out swiftly and spilled his hot cum on my backside as the most delicious moans were leaving his lips.

I stared at him transfixed by his beauty has his eyes were wired shut as he came down from his high. His body collapsing over mine in an instant. His breath fanning against the side of my face as our breathing synchronized of us both coming down from our highs.

He lifted his head to look at me, a grin spreading all over his face as he blew a strand of curly hair away from his forehead, as he pealed himself away from me. I sighed at the loss of his body against mine but was quickly turned around. He was facing me his hands cupping my cheeks, as bent down and planted a slow and steady kiss on my mouth, lingering on the feeling.

“You are fucking incredible, do you know that” I smiled as I kissed him again, opening my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. Not rushing through it this time, taking our time, exploring each other with more care. My heart swelled at the act. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he sighed, sounding almost as sad as I felt about not kissing him anymore. Something in me was aching, “and then let’s go to bed” he continued reading my thoughts once again; as if he felt the sadness of the hook-up being over and separating our ways. I smiled gently as I cupped his face, and kissed him slowly, “that sounds wonderful,”

To be continued…..

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demon-trees · 1 year

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Morning Glory

This is more of a welcome back into the world of writing fanfics since I haven't written anything since high-school and what better way to kick it off with my current obsession then Trigun! I'm sorry it took me so long I was trying to figure out how I wanted the story to go but I think I got it now.

So standard rating would T nothing to gory and no beta readers so if you some mistakes please excuse them but I welcome any critiques you may have for me.

Enjoy what I have written, and I hope to do this fandom, proud!

Word count 4.3k

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Hanahaki Disease,

A rare disease where one is in unrequited or even one-sided love that leaves its victim to cough or vomit flower petals mixed with their own blood. In most extreme cases left untreated can lead to a flowering plant growing in the lungs,stomach or heart in which case the disease then turns fatal with then having to vomit or choking fully bloomed flowers and slowly succumbing to the lack of oxygen and blood. The only known cure is to undergo a surgery to remove said flower from the host but no record has shown a case where the patient has recovered unless they do another more high risk operation on the brain to remove part of the limbic system. More studies show that people who undergo brain surgery have a ninety-nine percent rate of recovery and no return of the flowers but have a difficult time to process emotions or even become shells of their former selves. Other studies of this disease have shown zero chance of survival due to the type of plant that can take residence in the victim's body which can shut down its host's body four times faster than normal, meaning the average lifespan with this disease cuts down to a year to a few months while other victims have years ahead.

Year 3xxx

It's been almost one hundred and fifty years since the seed project crashed on this planet,

Fifty years since the discovery of the strange plant disease that riddles the lonely and the daydreamers, twenty years since the discovery of a so-called “cure” for it, and three days since I too have fallen victim to the hanahaki disease.

I thought everything was fine, everything was fine if I just kept my distance from the infamous outlaw, but just like the sun I was always drawn back to his warmth. We met a few years before the Jenerora Rock incident, when I was waiting tables at Rosa’s diner just hiding out from bounty hunters when this unusual man in a long red coat and pointed gold hair walks in. All he asked for is a simple drink, nothing fancy but then one drink turned into one more, and then three more, and so on, honestly if Rosa hadn’t cut him off when she did he would have ended up passed out on the diner floor with her husband. He hadn’t paid for a room and it looked like he wasn’t sober enough to ask for one yet but with the town inn being so far away it didn’t look like he would make it that far in the state he was in anyway. Really what could have been so bad that someone would neglect to get shelter to instead come get their ass blackout drunk?

I really should have minded my own business but with Rosa having her own troubles with her sorry ass husband and Tonis what else could she do with the stranger who seemed to be dead to the world already, apparently drag him to the upstairs apartment that resides above said diner that I'm currently renting, bless you Rosa. With a bit, well with a lot of struggle i managed to drag the idiot up the stairs and not so carefully put him on the bed, really this man who appeared to not weigh much was much heavier than i expected and his staggering height was a struggle i didn’t account for when i decided to be a kind civilian for once. Really, one glance at this man and my natural caregiver instincts kicked in and I hated it, it wasn’t me, not anymore i thought. I went to turn to leave but his shaky voice startled me causing me to freeze, it wasn’t a question that left his lips but a small broken thank you, i hesitantly turned back to look at the poor sap but he had already fallen asleep with small snores leaving his mouth. Thinking back on it i wasn’t sure why i helped him removed his boots or even covered him up with the nicest blanket i could fine but meeting him that day had set everything in motion, I would begin to start falling for the fading sun: star boy, i would call him but to the rest of Gunsmoke he will forever be known as the humanoid typhoon: Vash The Stampede, and to my unsuspecting self I would soon learn why he was given the nickname.

The morning I woke from my spot on the tiny loveseat to find him nowhere in sight, nothing that showed that he had been here the night before unless you count a neatly made bed. I assumed he had just got up and left town but no, I walked down to see the very sunny man talking and laughing with Rosa as he helped clean the diner with the help of her husband who looked like he saw better mornings. Confused was most likely an understatement given the situation, why was he still here, why was he helping a stranger with a kind smile plastered on his face? Questions that I hadn’t had a chance to ask as I was rushed out the door to help unload the supply truck by other waitresses leaving behind a stuttering mess of heys and wait by the blonde man who looked a little shocked to see me as well. As soon as we were outside I was bombarded with who he was, was he available, and was he a “good time”, shameless the lot of these people! As much to my horror he decided to follow us out back and without a hint of decency he played along with they're crude jokes!

“Well ladies i must say i would never kiss and tell but she was absolutely rude in the bedroom! She was so rough in the bedroom, she even threw me on the mattress!” He said dramatically holding his arm over his face, crocodile tears threatening to leave his eyes but that cheshire grin he had given it all away that it was a horrible joke.

“My my i would never have thought our sweet little y/n was into that sort of thing! So scandalous I tell you!” One of the ladies said as she pretend to faint into my arms

“I have a half mind to drop you, you know and that isn’t what happened last night.” I said sternly glaring at the looming giant who seemed to have a grand of a time laughing with the rest of them as his aviator glasses slid down his face revealing his baby blue eyes and long lashes as he glanced my way.

‘Damn him, he really was beautiful.’ I thought as I pushed the woman back up and went to the truck to pick up one of the many boxes.

“No it's true I heard the loud thump of the bed myself last night.” I heard Rosa tell them and it took everything in me not to drop the heavy crate on the ground.

“ROSA!” I yelled mortified as the rest of them held onto their stomachs from laughing so hard while ‘pretty boy’ fell down laughing.

I can feel my face getting warm while I walked away from the humiliation.

“Names Vash by the way!” He yells after me as I plopped the crate down at the bar.

He rushes to stand in my way with a shining smile that could put the suns to shame.

“I don’t believe I caught your name yet.” Lier.

“And i believe you just heard it from my friend there so excuse me.” I say as I tried to go under him. Again he follows me. Cute.

“But I would much rather you tell me yourself, beautiful.” He says smoothly.

If god was real then i'm sure the devil is as well because no one should be that handsome and lame but cute at the same time. He’s a temptress, I'm sure of it.

“Does flirting come naturally to you or am I a special case?” I say as I give into whatever game this is, leaning against the door frame with a huff.

“It depends really, is it working?” I can see the little glint of mischief in his eyes with his smile turning genuine.

“No, but I'll give you credit for trying. Names y/n.” I finally say with a small grin.

The next few weeks were filled with such an odd sense of peace that I almost forgot we were human, but there is no such thing as peace when humans are involved.

I was out back on break when it happened, playing with Tonis and one of the worms he had found when the loud shouting laughter of kids could be heard and a not so kind shriek of what I could guess was a blonde idiot. He was tackled down and hogtied by the local kids in a game of catch the outlaw, really such a fitting game if you think about it. Kids piled on top of him while he tried to wiggle his way out from under them but the joyous laughter of the kids caused him to laugh a little too and slumped.

‘So he was good looking, great with kids and a decent person.’ The more I looked at him the more I wondered who he really was. With a teasing smile I got up from the small porch taking Tonis with me over to shoo the youngins away but the small child had other ideas as he broke free from grasp and jumped on Vash as well leaving the stranger with no more fight in him as he laid flat on the sand and his glasses laid barren beside him.

“Need a hand there, stranger? It looks like you're about to start seeing stars here in a minute.” Laughing as I crouched down to his level picking up his glasses and using them to push back my y/h/c hair back.

“No, no! Everything’s fine, I just need a minute to regain my strength. It will probably come back faster if someone were to say "I don't know, bless me by going on a date with me, tonight maybe?” He shoots me another charming smile. I swore I could see little stars and sparkles around him as he offered his best attempt at a smolder.

‘This little shit.’

“You know what, you look fine here on the ground so i'm just gonna go but thanks for the new glasses star boy, i think they look good on me.” I quickly tried to walk away hoping the way my heart skipped a beat was just a weird fluke when I heard a rush of waits being directed at me. I turned around annoyed to see him clumsy jogging over to me, red staining his cheeks and the tips of his ears from the heat I assumed.

“I’m sorry about making a pass at you but can I make it up to you with a drink? No funny business, I promise just a casual drink as a thank you for the other day?” The shy smile he gives me nearly puts me in an early grave.

“All right, one drink, just one pretty boy then we call it even deal?” I offered him back his glasses as a sign of good fate but he freezes.

‘What?’

“Pretty?” Oh no, no I didn't!

“You think I'm pretty?” God kill me now as the damn smile he wore now was blinding me. The next thing I knew Vash pulled me down as a random bullet shot passed us and hit a window.

‘TOO SOON GOD!’

Gunshots rang throughout the city, people scurrying into their homes and children ran to hide in alleyways with the critters, the smell of gunpowder and blood soaked the air. I dropped Vash’s glasses to run and grab Tonis and pulled him into the diner with Rosa who was already loading up her gun. I left him with Rosa’s husband as we ran back outside to see what was happening and nothing could have prepared me for how fast my blood drained at the sight. People were injured, some dead, and a few with life threatening wounds but in the middle of all that was enough for me to turn to stone.

Bounty hunters.

A large gang of bounty hunters have held up my wanted poster and the leader threatened to shoot up the town and plant if I wasn't handed over in the next five minutes. I turned over to Rosa to explain myself but I had a gun pointed to my head before I could let out a sound, the anger on her face says it all, because I have seen and heard it all before.

‘How can I bring them here? Why did you endanger all of us? Think of the lives you are putting at risk!’ I’ve heard it many times before but I could never give them an answer that was satisfying, because really all I wanted was a place to call home too. It wasn’t fair that everyone had a place to call home, someplace safe and warm, instead I was cursed to wander around these damn dunes with nothing more than an old hand me down gun and a forgotten name.

“Take me to the leader Rosa, I won't put up a fight I promise.” I said holding back my tears and stretching out my hands to be tied, I don't deserve to cry, not after running for so long and almost killing what could be considered friends again. I deserved this I thought as she tied me up and dragged me to them showing no remorse for me, just a grim frown. I was then thrown to the leaders feet and the last thing i saw was the hilt of his weapon hitting me and the sounds of gunshots being fired. A small panicked hold on was the last thing I really heard but I will never believe it was real.

A day, a full twenty four hours I was out and in that time Vash had stopped the gang from dragging me off but not before they damaged one of the plants but by some god forsaken miracle he managed to save that too. While I was grateful he saved me, I needed to leave, and I needed to leave now while the diner was bustling with people probably celebrating the hero. I no longer had a home and no friends, so I packed the necessities and managed to slip out into the apartment alleyway. I didn’t bother to leave a note because really who will miss the bitch who brought a dangerous gang here and almost destroyed the town. As I grabbed a Thomas I saw the so-called hero as he stood in my way with both arms outstretched to halt my steed, head slightly down and a certain emotion was hidden behind his tinted glasses, what it was I would probably never know for sure.

“Out of the way, Vash, I'm not in a playful mood tonight.” I say as I pulled my double action revolver out of its holster and pointed it straight at him, turning the safety off.

Instead of moving away like i warned him too he moved closer to me arms still up in the air as a silent promise he won’t draw.

Like that means shit to me right now.

“Vash, I'm serious! Take one more step and this bullet goes straight through your head!” I yelled, clicking the trigger into place. Again he moves closer, barely five feet away as I shoot a warning next to his head just barely missing a hair.

“Next time I won’t miss.” I tell him but my hand is shaking and he sees it.

He gently lowers my arm down and grabs my now useless gun to place on the ground all without breaking eye contact with me.

“I won’t stop you from leaving and I won't follow you out but, i still expect that drink you owe me in the future y/n.” The sad smile he wore never failed to make me feel guilty but I couldn't stay one more night for a drink and I didn't want to make empty promises to the same broken vagabond as me.

“Vash i can’t promise you i will be alive the next time you see me.” I shook off his hand as I stared up at the sky just to keep from looking into his eyes. I wondered if the stars could ever be trapped by a mere human because everytime i would look into his eyes I would catch a tiny glimpse of the vast space. So full of wonder and awe but oh so cold and lonely, an endless cycle of new life and death.

“Then I'll make a promise to you then, a promise to see my new friend alive and well again.” He then hands me my gun back as vow that if I take it I have honored the promise he made.

‘I want to be selfish, please just this once, let me keep this promise’

“All right, I’ll see you around then starboy.”

That was the first time I felt the pain in my chest.

That was two years ago and I became a gun for hire myself, so imagine my utter surprise when I ran into this idiot again at a bar shoot out when he so casually saves us by using the broken metal sign to shield us from the massive wave of gunshots. Lucky basterd.

“Well nice to see you again y/n! While I wished it was under better circumstances I do believe it's best for us to start running.” He grabbed my hand and we hauled ass out of there because someone didn’t bother to check if he had bullets, and neither did i. It seems like nothing changes when sharing a city with Vash the Stampede, except my ability to check my own supplies.

We managed to defeat the two bounty hunters by Vash cleverly using the giant one's weapon against himself while I distracted the other one long enough for him to get hit with it as well. I hate to think it but we made a good team. Although his sillness gets the better of him he’s actually very smart if not too passive about how to win a gunfight, i still wonder about this man.

During the fight we met two insurance girls named Meryl and Millie who are on the lookout for the “real” Vash to keep him under surveillance for a whole twenty four hours. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that the man they were looking for was the poor sap next to me and not a gruesome, womanizing monster, he’s a flirt for sure but hardly a womanizer. We parted not long after but the way Vash’s eyes kept tailing that woman, Meryl, had me guessing this wasn’t the first time he’s seen her. His gaze was too soft and somber to have for a first time meeting.

‘The pain is back, fuck.’

“So you gonna tell me how you know her or do you want to play the fool all night?” Turning to him once again, a sad smile was plastered on his face as he watched her go.

‘It hurts, it hurts a lot’

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Vash, I've been around for a while and I've seen more than a hundred people with the same look on their face. You know her, you're in love with her.”

“I would appreciate it if you just let it go, please.” The way his fist clenched and jaw tightened told me enough that it was painful but nothing else.

‘I’m overstepping again’

“Okay.”

Bitter, I was bitter and for what reason I couldn't tell you back then. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to bring it up when we weren’t friends and we didn’t know much about each other either, but I craved painful answers. I desperately wanted the missing knowledge that had him so wind up but i have to let it go.

‘My lungs feel like they’re on fire.’

He started to walk away and all i could do was stand there, i didn’t dare reach out to him again. Walking back to town slowly as I followed him from a distance, giving him the space I owed him but then stopped as I stared up at the night sky. It was terribly stunning as I witnessed a rare meteor shower above us leaving me breathless for the first time in years. The glowing worms seemed to take interest as well as they filled the sky next to the shower. I never realized Vash had stopped walking as well until I heard him clear his throat trying to gain my attention tilting his head towards the small run down town.

“I know the bar is destroyed but did you want to find someplace else to grab that drink I still owe you?”

“It's been two years since we made that promise, I'm surprised you even remembered.”

“I have a very good memory. Is that a yes?”

“It's not a no but lets see if we can find a place first. Yeah?” I tell him as we walk in sync towards the town with the little bit of pain in my chest hurting a bit less but the ache is still there. Then the coughing started.

“That’s quite a cough you got there, you okay?”

“Yeah i’m fine it must because its cold out now, you know.” I tell him trying to ease his worries and to convince myself I was fine.

"Weird, I hope I'm not getting sick.’

“Well if you ever need a handsome guy to nurse you back to health i’ll gladly do it, Flower!”

"Flower? Why?" I managed to choke out and resist the urge to fan myself.

"Well you remind me of the pretty flowers in old books, but I guess flower sounds weird. How about petal?"

'Why must God punish me this way!'

"Well if I call you star boy it's only fair. I suppose you can give me a nickname as well." Be still thy beating heart comes to mind as i gently grasped my shirt over my aching organ.

"Moon flower it is then. To match mine.”

‘Oh how fitting.’

We spent the next hour going back and forth between diners and shops but nothing. No booze or homemade alcohol in sight but it was okay because after a while we stopped looking and just enjoyed each other's company for the evening. We settled for dinner now with another promise of that drink. I will always think back to that little time we spent together fondly as we departed a few days later.

I wouldn’t see him again for a couple of months this time around but when I did, it was with the insurance girls again and some man carrying a very large cross. The ominous feeling never went away and neither was the horrorbile envy I had towards Meryl. She was stunning,brave,kind, and had such a righteousness to her that when compared to me it was- pathetic. She was someone who deserved to be by Vash’s side, who would fight to stay by his side even if she says it's purely for work but I think that lie was to keep her heart off her sleeve for a while longer.

I kept an eye on the way Vash’s eyes trail after her, wherever she was Vash was never far behind where it would be by her side or hiding from plain sight after a mild scolding from her. I hate her but admire her the same.

During our time apart my chest pain worsened, the coughing fits grew bloody and my body was slowly being overcome with yellowish veins that stretched from my heart to my lower abdomen. It could be easily covered by my clothes but the bloody cough was what gave me away the night of the quick draw contest. The priest was the one to find me hunched over a desk as we both watched in horror as white petals were mixed with large blood clots.

‘No. Please no.’ I could cry, scream my decaying lungs out but what’s the use now. I’m dying a lonely lover's death, oh how the reaper must weep for one's like me.

“Have you told him yet? Needle-noggin?” Wolfwood asks him to light a cigarette and walks towards the bathroom.

“It's not him. There's no way, it's a mistake." I couldn't love Vash, it's too soon.

"You really want to keep lying while on your deathbed huh?" Wolfwood threw me a towel as he took another drag.

''By the looks of those petals ya could have a Morning Glory growing inside that lil heart of yours, worse case its a moon flower."

"Those are poisonous right?" I tried to wipe up the blood and petals but I think it stained the wood floors. I might have to pay a deposit or damage fees.

"Right. So even if you get enough money for the surgery it will be useless since the poison is already in your system. You'll die in a few weeks sweetheart. "

'I'm dying'

"I guess I should be glad I met a priest when I did huh? Maybe you can bless my grave with some religious crap about heaven or something." I tried to joke around but in the end everything came out in short labored sobs.

'I'm really dying'

"So you really don't want to tell him huh? "

"What's the point? I'll be dead soon." Looking back now maybe I should have told him sooner.

Stay tuned for part two coming soon

#x reader #fanfic #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #vash the stampede #vash x reader #vash x you

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vldsideblog · 1 year

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Ok so since I posted the Desert Days fic I can now share my favorite excerpt

Warnings for‼️mentions of foster care and abuse, death, fire, general angst‼️

Keith was angry.

He’d spent his whole life angry.

Angry at his mother for ditching him and his dad. Angry at the kids at school who shunned and called him names. Angry at the teachers who told him to calm down when he was upset, pushing him aside in favor of his cheerful classmates.

He was angry at his pop for leaving him that night, knowing full well that Keith needed him. Angry at his dad’s coworkers who found him alone and scared, with smoke and the scent of burnt flesh still lingering on their clothing. Angry at his relatives for signing him away to a flawed government system without a second thought.

Angry at his social worker for never believing him when he tried to explain the bruises on his face. Angry that she just said he’d gotten them in fights, knowing full well he hadn’t, but it meant less work for her. The anger had boiled over, he figured that if he was going to be labeled a problem child anyway, why not defend himself. Become a problem.

Every insult and barb thrown his way sent him into a fury. He lashed out, kicking and punching, teeth gnashing in a way that sent everyone screaming. Eventually most people learned to leave him alone. He was angry at how they called him a monster, a demon with evil in his eyes. Angry at the people who kicked him down when he couldn’t fight back. The people that tossed him to the curb like a broken machine.

That��s what he was after all. Broken.

An angry, delinquent that had no future, a teenager who was destined to die young and alone. A child who would most likely end up a statistic.

And he was angry.

The Galaxy Garrison was better, it had Shiro and Adam and Matt. People he could call friends. But the anger still sat in his stomach, waiting to strike. And it always did eventually. When Griffin brought up his parents, when the older kids tried stealing his food like back at the group home, when Iverson berated him for the smallest of things. The anger was definitely still there, but it was manageable.

Then everything exploded all at once.

The Kerberos mission was presumed dead. Pilot error. Adam wouldn’t leave the house, locked away and falling to pieces. The Holt family was in shambles, mourning the loss of their loved ones. They had all tried to talk to Keith, but the roaring in his ears was too much.

He had marched himself into Iversons office and demanded answers. Shiro was the best pilot of his generation, he would never make a mistake. Iverson told him to leave, and every fiber of his being retaliated.

The voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Shiro was overwhelmed by the crackling flames that engulfed his senses.

Keith lunged at his commanding officer, putting all his pain, anger, and loss into the punch heading directly for the man’s eye.

Even as he was told to pack his things, that his social worker was on her way. He felt a hint of vindication knowing that Iversons eye would never be the same. A reminder of the child he failed.

But the anger was still waiting just beneath his skin, ready to strike at any moment. He could feel it just behind his eyes as he fled. Aiming for the desert where no one would find him. He couldn’t be labeled a statistic if they didn’t find him.

Keith was angry, standing alone in the back of a gas station. The family in line ahead of him was full of joyous laughter and smiling faces. Kids holding close their drinks of choice and parents looking at them like they were the lights of their lives. Keith left without buying anything. Stomping outside with tears forming in his eyes. It didn’t matter, the wind would dry them away eventually.

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Sleep tight, love

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Nightmares are not so bad with Steve by your side

Warnings: angst, fluff, st4 spoilers

Words: 1k Masterlist

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

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"Hello?" Steve groggily said, trying not to fall asleep with the phone in his hand. It was around 3 a.m.,when the phone's ringing woke him up.

"S-Steve..." you quietly spoke his name. Hearing your broken voice, bolted him awake.

"I'm on my way" he heard your soft okay and he was out of the door and starting the car, before you even hung up.

He knew what was wrong. Ever since the whole Vecna problem and the trip to the Upside down, you had trouble sleeping. The nightmares shook with you almost every night. Some nights it was alright and some nights you woke up, gasping for the air.

It wasn't as bad when your family was home, but it was the worst when you were left alone in your big house.

Today it was the latter.

Steve made you promise to call him, if you needed him. You tried to get through the night on your own, but eventually it became too much. So with the tears streaming down your cheeks, you called him. And of course, he got in the car straight away, not wasting a second.

You waited for him outside on the porch. He lived pretty close to you, but still, it was far enough. So you sat in the dark, only the light from inside of your house illuminating your small figure.

Steve was certain, he broke more than a few laws on his way to you. He should have definitely expected a few speeding tickets in his mail box the next day. But he didn't care, only your scared voice was on his mind.

He parked the car in your driveway and immediately noticed you. You looked so broken and so fragile. His heart hurt just from looking at you.

He jumped out of the car and took you in his arms.

"Hey hey, it's okay. I'm here now, it's okay, you're okay " you were trembling in his arms and he didn't know if it was from the cold or from the fear.

"Let's get you inside, yeah?" he looked down at you with warmth and brushed the hair from your face.

"Y-Yeah."

You let go of him, so you could both walk inside, altough you still firmly clutched to his hand.

"Get to bed, okay? I'll lock the door and turn off the lights, i'm right behind you" you nodded.

He swiftly did everything and ran after you, he didn't want to leave you alone any more than he had to.

He found you already in the bed, only your head visible from under the covers. He sat on the other side of the bed, not sure if you wanted him to lay down next to you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked, unsure of what you needed.

"Not really" he understood the avoidance of answering very well.

He often woke up drenched in sweat, trying to get the oxygen in his lungs, trying to calm himself down.

So he didn't force you to talk, instead tried to help you in some other way.

"Do you want something to drink? I'll go get you some water" he began to stand up.

"Steve" you got him to look at you.

"C-can you just stay here?" you pleaded, you didn't want anything other than for Steve to hold you close.

"Of course, come here" he pulled you by your hand, 'till you were practically laying on him.

You nuzzled your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent and let out a breath of relieve. You finally felt like you could relax, like you could close you eyes and not be scared of something coming for you.

"Did you get any sleep?" he questioned, while he rubbed calming circles on your back.

"I tried, but..." so you didn't.

"Why hadn't you called me earlier?" he softly asked, not wanting to sound angry.

"Didn't wanna bother you" you shyly replied. I mean, it was hard enough to even call him at all. You felt guilty, after you heard his sleepy voice answer you.

"You could never bother me, baby. Next time call me right away" he frowned at the thought of you thinking, that you were bothering him.

"I mean it, just one call and i'll be here in a heartbeat" he kissed your temple.

"Okay" he barely heard the word as you spoke it to his chest. But it was loud enough for him to know, you meant it.

"Do you want to sleep or should i put something on?" he would do, whatever you wanted, whatever would make you the most comfortable.

"A movie would be nice" you weren't really interested in watching a movie, but it would be a good distraction.

"Back to the future?" Steve raised his eyebrows. It was your favorite, you basically had it rented for forever.

You hummed in agreement and didn't let go of Steve. You didn't think of that you would have to let him go, so he could put the movie on.

"You have to let me go, for me to play it, babe " he chuckled when you clinged to him even tighter.

"Don't wanna" you complained, but eventually complied. And as Steve stood up, only than you noticed he had his hoodie turned upside down and the other way around. You chuckled at the sight.

"What's so funny, pretty girl?" he turned to look at you with faint smile.

"You hoodie" you pointed out.

"I was in a rush" he stated without much care for it and chuckled with you.

You didn't manage to see much of the movie as your eyes started closing and Steve noticed it.

"Sleep, i got you" he pushed another kiss to your head and pulled you even closer to him.

You dozed of in no time. You felt the safest in Steve's arms, so it was no problem to fall asleep. Especially when you knew, he would be there right next to you in the morning.

"Sleep tight, love" he whispered before he, himself fell asleep.

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. I hope, this was okay to read. Feedback is always appreciated. If anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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A little older!Steve thot 👉🏻👈🏻

It's Valentine's Day...you're heartbroken, annoyed, and you are *not* going to think about Steve Harrington. Jenny leaves on a romantic weekend with the boyfriend, the campus and town are filled with idiots in love and you're going to do what any girl would - you're gonna eat chocolate and drink a lot of wine. Heading to the liquor store in your PJ's and slippers, because, who are you trying to impress?

Could it be that Mr. Harrington was losing it a little himself? That this holiday drove him a little crazy too? And why sit at home when he could make the long drive to your college, under the guise of visiting his daughter (sure, Steven).

And Steve Harrington is a gentleman first and foremost - he can't show up, unannounced, without at least a bottle of wine on Valentine's Day...

-😘 @superblysubpar

how dare you use that picture taylor 🤬

Valentine’s day was always one of your least favorite holidays of the year, but this year really took the cake. Smart enough to stay away from dating you’d never had to spend one heart broken like this. Shuffling through the liquor store in your pink fuzzy slippers, sweatpants, and an oversized sweater your eyes look for anything that’s not champagne. fuck champagne.

Landing on the white wine because the red reminded you too much of love, you shamelessly decided to pick by the prettiest bottle. Of course the one that catches your attention the most is the one that’s just out of your reach. Standing on tippy toes your fingertips barely graze the smooth glass before your rocking back on your heels. Pushing up again the deep voice behind you makes your hairs stand on end.

“Nice jammie’s” the air punches out of your lungs when you realize who it is. One big hand wraps around your hip as his chest presses against your back — his cologne making you dizzy while the other grabs the bottle for you.

“S- steve?”finding your voice was hard when you craned your head up to meet his soften gaze. An emerald cerulean sea filled with apologies.

“Hi honey” his lips tug up when he hands the bottle to you.

“What are you doing here?”it wasn’t your intention for your tone to sound so mean but than again maybe it was. Refusing to take the bottle from his hands, you cross your arms with expectant eyes.

He winces a little, but he should’ve been expecting that.

“I can’t seem to get you out of my head, no matter how much I try, I came down - I came down because I wanted to see you. I needed to see you, because I need at least one more night with you.”

It feels like the universe falls off its access as you try to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. When you finally wrap your mind around what he’s saying, you hate how quickly you’re ready to say yes. Your body practically screaming for his touch.

“Be my Valentine baby”

#I had to stop myself before this became a whole ass fic #colors series #older!steve thots #steve harrington

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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Whumptober day 22 — Allergic reaction, (toxic)

No I didn’t forget today’s, I’ve been busy and sick so wheeeee Here you go. Fic of questionably good quality, the next couple ones will likely be the same

I tried to make sure I was accurate with my medical stuff in this one, but I’m... not a doctor. So take everything with a grain of salt. Thank goodness for red potion

Warnings: trouble breathing, choking, (allergic reaction) a broken rib

Ao3 link

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The moment the potion went down his throat, Warriors knew something wasn’t right.

He was a bit out of it due to having been trampled by a horse with a bokoblin on its back, it’s hooves not only bruising him, but breaking a rib which made even just breathing pure agony. But even in his pain-addled brain he knew something wasn’t right with the potion being tilted down his throat.

It tasted wrong. Not at all the way a red potion should taste, too bitter, with a strange sour note... he refused to drink it. Warriors turned his head and tried to spit it out, but Twilight didn’t let him, assuming he was choking due to difficulty swallowing with the pain from his rib.

“Come on there cap, you’ve got to drink this,” he said gently, still tilting the potion. “You’ll feel much better once you do.”

Warriors tried to turn his head again but Twilight caught him and held him up so he had no choice but to swallow the thing, a tingling sensation following it down his throat.

“There you go,” Twilight said, looking relieved. “You should feel better in a couple of minutes.”

Warriors wheezed a bit, trying to choke it back up, but the potion was already firmly in his stomach, and he was too weak to try and make himself vomit. This was not good, he needed it out of his system, it was all wrong sitting in his stomach, the tingling in his throat only growing, and he let out a raspy whimper at the feel of it.

“Is he okay?” he heard Legend ask as he walked up. “Think I heard the crack all the way back from where I was.”

“He should be,” Twilight assured, and Warriors let out a small gasp.

Legend looked down at him at the noise, and raised an eyebrow, intently studying his face. Warriors tried to say something, but his throat wasn’t having it, and all he could do was meet Legend’s eyes and hope he’d understand there was more amiss than just his rib.

“You sure about that?,” Legend said in response to Twilight’s words. “He’s still looking a bit off.”

Twilight looked down at Warriors again, and the captain couldn’t help his pained wheeze as he felt the urge to cough. The rancher’s face turned concerned again, the relief that had been there quickly gone.

“He had a potion, it should’ve healed him by now. Are you feeling any better captain?” he asked worriedly.

Warriors could barely manage to shake his head, throat burning and breath feeling a bit uncertain in his lungs. His rib was still very much broken, the red potion seemingly totally ineffective, and he sucked in a breath, feeling too winded to speak.

Legend’s face went from one of mild worry to actual concern when he saw the discomfort Warriors was obviously still in, and he got to a knee beside him, eyeing him carefully.

“Captain, where does it hurt?” he asked in a sharp voice, and Warriors raised a hand to gesture helplessly at his ribs, then throat. Legend raised an eyebrow at the latter, and as he leaned over to check on it, Twilight began fishing in his bag.

“It doesn’t look like there’s anything wrong with his neck, but it’s obviously bothering him, what could...”

Warriors suddenly felt his throat begin to close up, and soon he was gasping and coughing in order to breathe, which only made his still-broken rib feel worse.

“Oh— Windfish, rancher get over here, he’s having trouble breathing,” Legend said in a panicked voice, and Twilight quickly kneeled next to Warriors again. They loosened his collar and scarf from his neck as he continued to struggle for breath, and Warriors let out a miserable wheeze.

“What’s wrong with him?!” Wind suddenly asked, joining their sides. Twilight made a helpless gesture, and Wind slid to his knees, giving Warriors a wide-eyed look.

“I don’t know, I thought it was just his rib and now he’s choking on thin air, it doesn’t make any—“ Legend began in a frustrated voice, then cut off, and looked at the empty bottle Twilight was still holding.

“Wait. Where did you get that red potion rancher?” Legend quickly asked, and Twilight blinked as Warriors tried to breathe in another choked breath.

The other heroes had gathered around Warriors now, the battle finished. They were all giving him various looks of panicked concern, which wasn’t helping with Warriors’ own barely held-back fear. He dragged in another breath, and tried not to let his panic break free as he felt his throat only get tighter as more time went on.

It was the potion, he wanted to shout, but could only wheeze. There was something wrong with it!

“I got it from Wild, he brewed it himself, right?” Twilight asked the champion, and Wild nodded. “Technically it wasn’t even a red potion, it was a Hearty Elixir, which has basically the same effects.”

“...but different ingredients,” Legend suddenly realized, and looked down at Warriors. “It was the potion, wasn’t it? There must be something in it that’s making this happen, that stopped it from healing him and is wrecking his throat.”

Wild looked stricken.

“I put all sorts of things into those, and almost never the exact same stuff each time,” he said frantically, clutching his bangs. “Hearty radishes, hearty durians, hearty lizards...”

“Lizards?!”

“Could somebody have slipped something into it when we weren’t looking?” Time said, tilting Warriors up so he could breathe a bit better. “Poison?”

They all paused at that, and Warriors let out another agonized cough.

“Well... If it’s poison I won’t be able to do anything, but I can get his rib fixed at least.” Hyrule murmured, putting a gently glowing hand on Warrior’s side.

Warriors felt a soft, bubbly sensation ripple up his chest, and despite the fact that he could still barely breathe, he felt a good deal better than he had been. He took a semi-deep breath, but his throat was still too tight for him to easily take in any air. At least it didn’t hurt his ribs anymore.

Wind suddenly smacked his forehead, making everyone look at him.

“I’m so stupid!” he cried. “I know what this is! He’s having an allergic reaction! I get them if I eat certain stuff too, look at how his throat and face are all red and swelling!”

Legend looked back at Warriors’ neck, and his expression turned to one of realization as he studied him.

“Yeah, definitely an allergic reaction of some kind,” he said, shaking his head. “How did I not see that?”

“But what’s he reacting to?” Four spoke up, arms crossed. “It could have been any of those things Wild said.”

“I don’t think it really matters right now, point is, he’s still having trouble breathing!” Twilight interrupted, and they all looked a bit sheepish for getting off track.

“So how do we help him?” Sky said in a worried voice, watching as Warriors continued to struggle.

“Well, um... I usually have to sip some red potion to fix it for me,” Wind said nervously. “Not too much, but if it’s what’s making him react in the first place... I don’t know if we should.”

“Captain?” Legend addressed him, and Warriors took in another wheezing breath. He was starting to feel light-headed, and his throat was itchy now too, and he raised a weak hand to scratch at it. “Do you want us to try another potion? It won’t be one of the champion’s, so it should be okay.”

Warriors swallowed, then suddenly his breath truly did get stuck in his throat, and he breathed in a panicked breath, barely getting any air in.

He met Legend’s gaze and choked, managing a nod. He was nearly on the verge of passing out, and he couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t be able to drink anything if he was unconscious; if he passed out the other’s options would be extremely limited.

Legend nodded and grabbed the red potion that Twilight handed over, and Time held Warriors up a bit more. The veteran looked visibly nervous, but his hands were steady as he popped the cork and carefully pressed the bottle to Warrior’s lips. He made sure only a thin trickle went down his throat, but Warriors choked on it anyway, flecks of red spluttering out.

But some of it must have made it down, because slowly and agonizingly, Warriors felt his throat begin to loosen, and his breathing began to come easier.

He raised a hand to put on the bottle himself, and tilted more of the potion down his throat, inwardly sighing in relief as he felt the swelling go down. He relaxed into Time’s arms, and felt Wind give his hand a squeeze.

“Well there we go, that did it,” Legend said, sounding relieved.

“And thank the goddesses it did,” Warriors croaked, and the veteran gave him a relieved look.

Wild came forward then, looking equally ashamed and determined.

“I’m so sorry captain, I had no clue you were allergic to anything,” he began quietly. “But I’m gonna fix this. You have any clue what might have set you off?”

Warriors gave a helpless shrug.

“I don’t know,” he croaked. “I think I’ve eaten all that stuff you said before, the radishes and stuff.... minus the lizards, and... maybe those durry things you said?”

“You mean the durians?” Wild asked, and Warriors nodded.

“Never even heard of them.”

Wild nodded. “Well then they’re off the menu. I’ll figure out which potions I’ve brewed have them in there too, don’t worry about a thing captain. This’ll never happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”

Warriors smiled a bit as he slowly sat up by himself, and put a hand on Wild’s arm

“At ease champion, it was an accident. It’s not your fault, alright?” he said sternly, and Wild hesitated, then lowered his head with a nod, cheeks a bit red.

The others moved away to give Warriors a bit of space since the danger had passed, checking up on their own injuries from the battle. Wild stayed close though, and Wind sat down next to him, resting his head on the captain’s arm.

Warriors breathed slowly in and then out, his throat still not entirely normal, a little tight and sore.

But he could breathe. Which was a marked improved from five minutes ago.

He looked down at Wind, who was idly fiddling with his scarf, and gave him a small nudge. The sailor looked up, and Warriors carefully cleared his throat.

“That was... a bit terrifying, sailor... how do you deal with it?” he asked quietly, and Wind shrugged.

“I avoid the stuff I can’t eat. If I’m not sure about food I skip on it, and I try to make sure I’ve always got some red potion on me,” he listed off. “I don’t think you need to worry as much, since durians aren’t very common,” he finished with a smile.

Warriors nodded. “Thanks kiddo, I’ll keep all that in mind.”

He ruffled Wind’s hair, and the sailor batted his hand away, but he looked happy to have helped. Warriors leaned down against him, and took another deep breath, enjoying every bit of air that went into his lungs.

Allergic to durians. Who would’ve thought?

...thank Hylia it hadn’t become common knowledge during the war.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #lu wind #all the links #lu fic #whumptober2022 #day 22 #toxic #allergic reaction #writing from the floor #this is soooo messy but I am sooooo not up to making it better #so! enjoy or whatever #I’m off to figure out what the heck I’m writing tomorrow (and the day after and the day after that)

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remingtonisleithal · 2 years

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Vic Fuentes x reader angst??

Sorry it took a bit!! I hope this is OK :)

i might make a series with this? I'm not sure.

Hell Over Me

Pairing: Vic Fuentes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING suicidal ideation, self harm, alcoholism. It's super angsty but with a happy ending because I can't handle sad endings (though the ending is mildly crappy I wasn't sure how to finish it.)

Summary: After a nasty break up the reader is suicidal, but Vic manages to save her in time.

Author's Note: This does have a happy ending, and please do not read if it will trigger you!! Look after yourself, and I hope you enjoy :) if you like this, please reblog! xo Also thank you to @smiling-girl for proof-reading!

Days had passed without a second of comfort, the nights without a moment of sleep. What are you supposed to do when you break the heart of someone who means so much to you? When you break your own heart? When you fear your heart is beyond repair?

It had been 2 days since Y/N left. She'd never forget the way her hand fell out of his. His voice, barely above a whisper, “please”. The way it rained, the sky crying with her.

She took a ragged breath and wiped her tearless eyes. Maybe she had spent all her tears on him too fast, and now it was over, there were no more tears to cry. Nothing. Just the twinge of pain that comes from an empty soul. Standing up, she wandered her dark apartment to the kitchen, haunting her own house as though she was one of the ghosts in her head herself.

The tequila burnt her throat, but she gulped down more shots straight from the bottle. Hating the taste. Loving the memories. Praying to forget them. All it took after was a lolly to settle her stomach. Meals are overrated, after all, and the lollies should mask the scent. She hoped at least.

The music wasn't loud enough to drown out the voices in her head, but just loud enough to ease her pain and not wake her roommate. She wanted to be alone, but since she wasn't able to, this was the next best thing. The flashing of the music video on the TV gave her comfort, and she had a terrible, brilliant thought. All things come to an end. And it's not like people expected her to be OK. Everyone thought she was going to die. Maybe this time it would work.

She drank more. With enough alcohol she could forget, or at least sleep. But the damn bottle was stuck, and she wasn't drinking more tequila, that stuff was nasty. Or maybe it was nasty because of the last time she drank it?

Without thinking, Y/N scratched her arm, the clothing of her sleeves gently rubbing against a scab. That's when it hit her. Once more. She was fighting herself. She was clean for a few days. She could make it. She needed the blood dripping down her arm, the sting of relief. NO. No she couldn't, wouldn't. She needed to...

Y/N sat down. She picked up her pocket knife. It was going blunt, but after enough pressure it would do enough damage. She felt the cool metal on her skin when the song on YouTube changed.

Do you know,

I could your heart beats before you sleep?

I grind my fingernails to bone,

Bulls In The Bronx, by her favourite band, Pierce the Veil. Well of course they were her favourite band. Her boyfri- ex, was the singer.

But he was her best friend too. He'd hate it if he knew she was cutting again. Then again, what the fuck, he wasn't going to see. She had to do something. She wasn't getting better, she wasn't healing, hell, she was meant to be broken. She couldn't do it. She needed to go. She needed to get away, away, away.

She threw her shoes on and ran out the door, not bothering to get her keys. It didn't matter. Nothing did. And she ran. She ran until her lungs burnt and she ran some more. She ran until her legs threw her to the ground, and she wasn't puffing anymore, but sobbing hysterically.

When Y/N finally caught her breath, she looked around her surroundings. She was on a bridge, just off the deserted highway. She stepped closer to the railing. The cold air froze her, as she stood against the railing. Her mind raced with the thoughts of how easy it would be to crawl over. To jump. She could fly before she falls... It would all be over.

But she wouldn't go without a word. She promised Vic she would say goodbye if she ever tries one more time. So she pulled out her phone. Straight to voicemail. Well, she thought, maybe it's better this way. I'm not sure I'd have answered either.

“Uh, hey, Vic, it's me. Y/N,” Vic listened to the love of his life's voice break on the other end of the phone. “I, uh. You said to call you. If it ever gets this bad again. So that's what I'm doing. I guess you're busy though,” Vic felt his heart drop in his chest. “I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. I know you're better off without me, even if you tell me otherwise, I'm just not good for you OK? I'm too broken. I guess I need to say I'm sorry for the pain I will cause, too. I'm a bad person. I always hurt people anyway, but maybe I won't hurt you anymore after this.” her voice cracked, and she sounded high pitched as she said “I'm sorry. I still love you. I always will. It's not your fault, OK? I just. I'm not that strong anymore. I'm sorry. Goodbye, Vic.” the voicemail ended, and Vic felt like he was about to throw up. He grabbed his car keys and started to drive without even thinking where he was going.

Y/N hung up. She took a deep breath in. The wind rustled around her, and she felt the kind of peace that only comes with finality. This was how it was going to be.

She started to climb the railing, when she realised her phone was ringing. On autopilot, she pulled out her phone and checked the screen.

Vic.

She didn't want to answer, didn't want to face any of it. But he deserved a real goodbye. She answered the phone and before she could say “I'm sorry” Vic spoke first.

“Y/N listen to me where are you??” The concern was thick in his voice and Y/N could hear the car running over the phone.

“Ah, the bridge, down from the park with the chip shop.” Y/N answered before she could stop herself. It was too hard to say no to Vic. She didn't want to face reality. She wanted it all to end. Still, she stepped away from the ledge and sat on the curb, waiting anxiously and hoping for the courage to jump or live. Anything was better than this hell.

The air was cold but Vic felt no such ice as he stopped the car in the middle of the deserted bridge, getting out and running to meet Y/N. When he got close he didn't break his stride, merely crashed into her in a tight hug. It was like he squeezed all the pain and horror out of her, and left Y/N with only the feeling of her favourite person around her. She wished once more to apologise, to get back together. But she felt maybe she wasn't meant for love.

Vic pulled his head away to look at Y/N, still arms tight around her waist.

“NEVER do that again, do you understand?” He searched her eyes. Y/N looked away. “Please,” he said, voice shaking, “please don't leave me. I can't lose you.”

Y/N didn't trust her voice to respond, so instead snuggled her head tight into his chest, leaving tear stains on his shirt.

“I'm so sorry Vic, I'm so sorry.” She cried into his chest, and he pulled her impossibly closer, tears streaming down his own face.

“It's OK, Y/N. It's OK. I'm here, OK?” He said, drawing circles on her back with his thumb. “I love you. I'm always here for you. Just please, don't go.”

They stood there shaking and crying into each other's arms, relieved, scared, a million emotions battling inside them. Vic was the first to break.

“I heard your voice mail,” he said softly. “All of it. I want you to know-”

“Please, don't say it, don't say anything. I don't want to take you down with me.” Y/N interrupted.

Vic ignored this.

“Y/N. I love you. And I'd rather be in hell with you than in heaven without.”

Vic brushed stray hairs out of Y/N's face, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, which Y/N returned.

The rest of the night was spent at Vic's house, talking, kissing and enjoying each other.

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#ptv #pierce the veil #vic fuentes #pierce the veil fanfiction #fanfic #vic fuentes x reader #angst #tw self harm #tw suicide #tw alcoholism

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