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ggyuha · 7 months

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good cop, bad cop / leon

[ summary ] : you lost your belongings after a party—of course you’d need help but seeing how the officer is so handsome, maybe he can help you in more ways than one? ( wc is 3.6k words )

[ c/w ] : dom!leon x afab!reader, handjob, fingering, unprotected piv, car sex, degradation, pet names, age gap (reader is in college, leon is in early/mid 20s), …

[ note ] : he isn’t acting like a cutie patootie re2r leon bc it’s mostly self-indulgent but enjoy my filthy leon brain rot anyways & ik it’s p long but i love porn w plots ><

having partying all night, it was inevitable to lose something in the process—the something, in your case, was your purse. of course, how cliché.

it had your money, cards and phone in it and hell if you can survive without your phone.

with sore feet and tired heels, you made your way to the nearest police station. it was almost empty, save for a couple of bored-looking officers. they were all buried in paperworks except for one—damn was he a sight for sore eyes.

he had blond hair which was parted in a curtain-ish type of bangs. his eyes were icy blue, the type to bore holes in someone when they stare too hard. his nose was long and tall, it sat perfectly in the middle of his pretty face. his lips were plump and red, so kissable but save that for later, you thought. it’s your purse over this handsome cop.

he walked up to you with a smile on his lips, his puppy eyes looking brightly at you. “hello, is there anything i can help you with?” he asked gently. you saw the way his eyes roamed over your body, up and down, checking you out. you straightened your back, feeling a sense of pride to have such an attractive man gaze at you that way. who wouldn’t, to be honest? with the way your tight black dress hugged your curves perfectly, the way the hem showed a generous amount of your thighs. you sure are a looker.

“yes, please,” you said in the softest way possible, his eyes flicking back up to match your stare. “my purse was stolen and… and i have to get home. is it possible to borrow a phone?”

he raised his brows. a phone? you’d borrow a phone instead of asking for a lift back home. he was disappointed but intentionally gave you his personal phone instead of his work phone. “here, sweetheart.” he just couldn’t hold that one back. he had a thing for pet names and he sure as shit can’t help himself but call you nicknames.

you blinked a few times, flustered with the pet name but you took the phone from his hand and dialled your friend’s number. it took him a few rings. “hello, chris?” chris was your older brother’s best friend. he’s nice and understanding, he acts more brotherly than your own brother so you didn’t hesitate to punch his number in the keypad.

“yes?” he mumbled groggily. you felt a little guilty, disturbing him this late at night but you had to suck it up or you wouldn’t get home. “uhm, i’m in a police station. i lost my purse. can you come and get me?” there was silence for a few seconds before you heard a loud sigh. he said your name, asking to confirm if it was you.

but of course, it was you. who else would cause trouble only to bother him afterwards, right?

“yes, it’s me.”

you heard a low grunt—fuck, you thought. “i can’t, i’m sorry… i’m s’posed to watch my lil’ cousin for the whole night and my uncle used the car.” your lower lip caught in between your teeth. “i see,” you replied in a steady tone, careful not to sound disappointed because you knew chris would feel even more guilty, if he wasn’t feeling that now, which you sure as shit he is.

“it’s okay, chris. thanks anyway. there are tons of officers here,” you said, eyeing the said officers, which you can count with the fingers of a hand. you couldn’t tell chris the truth though.

“maybe i can ask for a lift.” leon’s ears perked up and he fought hard to hold back a grin.

chris hummed on the other end of the line. “i’ll come by tomorrow to check on you, is that good?” he knew your parents are on a business trip and your brother is, most probably, not home. you nodded, slightly forgetting he won’t see. “yes, thanks.”

you handed the officer’s phone back to him. “i can give you a ride.” leon offered with a small smirk. you shivered slightly under his piercing gaze. you could feel the palpable tension between you two and god, was it wrong. you were barely done with college—how old are you? eighteen? nineteen? fuck, it was so wrong but it felt so right.

curious as you were about his age, you refrained from asking.

“okay,” you said, “sorry, i didn’t catch your name.” you looked up at him with doe eyes. you sure knew how to use your charms, he thought. you were worming your way into his head. he was beginning to imagine things—said things being him thrusting his hips, ramming into you roughly—but he isn’t telling you that. yet.

“leon kennedy, but it’s just leon for you.” he gave you a wink before walking past you, gesturing for you to follow him. “i’m almost done with my shift anyway. can you wait for 10 minutes, sweetie?” he glanced back at you over his shoulders, “let me just hand in my paperworks and clock out, yeah?” it took you a few to process his words, his voice calling you sweetie ringing in your head.

“sure,” you answered, “i’ll wait—“ you eyed the lounge and sat on one of the chair, “—here.” he chuckled before walking away to go to his desk, organising piles of paperworks. he grabbed two handfuls of those papers and put them in drawers. the rest of the stack, he grabbed and he walked into an office, probably to hand it in.

he went out after minutes and he arranged his desk. an organised man, you thought, that’s so fucking hot.

he grabbed his backpack and slung it over one shoulder as he walked towards you. “i clocked out. ready to get home?” he smiled sweetly at you. you nodded and stood up, walking behind him.

you were surprised when he got in his car. like, his personal car. you guess it made sense since he already got off work but still. you thought he’d use the police car.

okay, chill, it isn’t even that big of a deal.

you climbed into his passenger seat. “took your sweet time, didn’t you?” he joked as he ignited the engine. you scratched your cheek. “sorry.”

he chuckled at your apology. “i was just kidding.” you shot him a brief glance and threw him a smile. damn did that do something to him.

he began driving, asking you for directions. it didn’t take that long before you reached your home. “this is it,” you said, pointing at the house outside the passenger window. he looked your way, his eyes drifting back to you after he eyed your house. it wasn’t that big but it still was a statement of your family’s wealth.

“thanks for driving me home. even after your shift ended too…” his hand moved from the shift stick to your knee, his eyes remained on yours, looking at you with a glint and you could swear that you could see through him. “it’s not a problem, princess. don’t mention it.” a corner of his lips curved up in a sly smirk. oh, was he a handsome devil—which was ironic since he’s in the force, doing good.

you bit your lip, holding back to gaze at his hand on your knee. it was burning your skin but you were so fucking aching for his hands to burn more than just your knee.

you hummed a response. “alright, leon.” despite knowing that you’re supposed to get out of the car, because the ride is done, you couldn’t move an inch, holding onto his meaningful stare while he killed the engine. “what?” you huffed out silently. his mouth is still curved up in a smirk and his eyes watched you hungrily, almost as if this whole interaction is a bit too entertaining for him.

what the fuck is behind those eyes?

“maybe next time,” he leaned in closer and your breath caught in your throat, “don’t party too hard, yeah?” his breath fanned your cheek. “or do. then maybe i’ll see you around again.” you gasped inaudibly then bit your lip. “you’re not getting your message across, officer kennedy.” you raised a brow at him. “are you telling me to run wild or not?”

leon grinned at your question. he liked this side of you; bold, confident. you’re a minx and you know it.

“i don’t care,” said leon in a low tone. god, did it sound so sexy, so illegally. “i guess i’m saying, do what you will in life but i wanna see you again.”

your eyes widened a bit and it broke free, that sly smile you’ve been holding back for too long. he thinks he has you in his grasp but no, you have him in your grasp.

men are that easy. for you, that is. play dumb, play innocent—or don’t—it doesn’t matter, actually. just look tempting and they eat everything up.

“i’m still a student, officer,” you finally tell him. he doesn’t show a hint of surprise, almost as if he knew. he looked away and pursed his lips, choosing his words carefully now but it’s quite too late for that, isn’t it?

“but you don’t really care, do you?” you added in a sultry tone. his eyes flicked back to you, reflecting sinful emotions—and you could almost see what kind of thoughts danced in his head, how lewd and how fucking hot those thoughts were.

his lips curved up in a smile but he tried to hide it as he rested his elbow on the steering wheel and put a hand on his lower face, the back of it pressed against his mouth.

“you don’t know that,” said leon in a whisper. your finger traced patterns on the back of his hand that’s still on your knee. you saw his adam’s apple bob in his throat. “oh, but i do.” you grabbed his hand and yanked it so you could pull him closer to you again. his eyes widened, caught off guard.

you were having so much fun. he always seemed collected. all throughout the evening, he was flirting but now, he was at your mercy. fuck those pretty eyes of yours or those damned wet lips. he’d do anything to touch you—and you could feel yourself wanting the same thing.

you clutched the collar of his shirt with one hand, your other hand ran through his ash blond hair. “i know what you’ve been thinking the entire time. trust me, officer kennedy, i’ve seen those eyes before.”

his face contorted to that of jealousy. so you’ve been through this before? you’ve seduced other men? and god so help him—you’ve fucked other men?

you watched as his eyes glinted in envy and he looked so dangerous, so tantalising. you bit the tip of your tongue inside your mouth, your gaze dropping to his lips tugged in a frown.

he grunted, feeling the tension increase. “fuck this,” he murmured and gripped your arm tightly. you winced in pain but looked up at him with a smile. “i’ll fuck you better.”

your mouth dropped open in surprise, his words catching you off guard a bit. apparently, he took this action for something else, as an invitation, and he leaned forward, crashing his lips with yours in a rough and wet kiss.

you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t your goal, not where you wanted to end up in, because it so fucking is.

your hands kept on clutching his shirt, pulling him closer as you kissed him back with much fervour. he groaned into the kiss, sending waves of pleasure. really, damn this man to hell but he’s such a fucking good kisser.

he nibbled at your lower lip, biting it and licking it all while interlocking with it. he bit harder this time and you gasped. he eased the pain by licking it and then pushed his tongue in your mouth, swirling and dancing with yours.

he pulled away, but you knew he only did to let you breathe because he would fucking drown you with his kisses if he could.

“damn…” you were panting heavily. your heart was pounding so erratically, you thought it was possible to suffer from a heart attack. you looked at him through your eyelids. “what do you think?” he asked, caressing your cheek with his hand. “i kissed you better, didn’t i?”

you rolled your eyes and frowned at his question. what a jealous bastard! “huh,” you scoffed, “are you making out with me to heal your ego? are you seriously competing with other men you don’t even know?” you raised your brows at him.

“no, no, no, princess—you don’t get it. i have to make sure i do you better so next time, you come back to me and not them.”

without waiting for your response, he gripped your waist tightly to lift you up, guiding you to him. he adjusted the driver’s seat, pushing it back to give you enough space to straddle his lap. you huffed out shakily, the new position heightening your desire. you gripped his shoulders.

“oh, so there’s a next time?” you raised a brow at him and he just gave a smug sneer. “‘course. i’m not an idiot. why would i make you be a one time thing? you’re too pretty for that.” you rolled your eyes at him but secretly flattered he finds you attractive enough to want you more than a one-night stand.

he just chuckled at your reaction then his hands gripped your hips firmly and crashed his lips with yours once more before trailing down to your jaw and neck, nipping on your skin at every opportunity, leaving hickeys.

you tilted your head, giving him more access to your neck, your fingers entwined with his soft hair, combing and gripping them to spur him to keep going.

his hands gave your hips a gentle squeeze before sliding upwards to fondle your tits through your tight dress. you gasped and he chuckled against your skin. he pulled your neckline down, revealing your round breasts and erect nipples. he cupped them with his big hands, pinching and pulling on your buds with his long fingers.

“shit…” you murmured, tipping your head backwards as you fought back a moan. his hands are so filthy but you bet you haven’t even seen the half of it.

he pushed you gently, your back resting against the steering wheel. you watched him hike the hem of your dress up to your waist and palmed your mound without a word. you yelped, feeling him trace a finger along your slit through your panties. he could feel just how wet you already are and that elicited a throaty growl from him.

“messy little girl,” he whispered as he pushed your panties aside, gathering some of your slick with the tip of his fingers before rubbing your throbbing clit, working in circles. you let out a nasty mewl, your hand flying to your mouth and clamp it shut—which didn’t help at all because once he found the perfect rhythm to work on your clit, rolls of whimper and moans escaped your lips.

“so vocal, aren’t you? don’t hold back, i want to hear it.” hesitantly, you removed your hand from your mouth, putting two of them on his shoulders instead. “leoooon…” you moaned when he pushed two thick digits past your slick folds, the heel of his palm bumping against your nub every time he pumped in and out. once you’re adjusted to his fingers, he began curling them and with how long his fingers are, the tip of them reached spots you normally couldn’t on your own.

“this the spot?” he asked teasingly, sliding his fingers in and out then curled them to press on your g-spots. he kept his ministrations, only picking up the pace but doing it at the same intensity.

you were mush at this point, the steering wheel being the only thing keeping you sitting up because if you weren’t leaning, you sure as hell would be falling back with the way he’s doing your body.

“your tight pussy is just as vocal as you. how cute.” you grunted at his words, feeling your walls clench around his fingers. he was right though. every time he thrusted those damn fingers in you, filthy squelching filled the car.

“i’m close, please…”

he looked up at you and smiled, his other hand tucking your hair behind your ear then leaned forward to kiss your lips briefly. “go on then, cum on my fingers, baby.” a couple more thrusts of his fingers and your hips began to rhythmically spasm, riding your orgasm while he continued to slowly stroke your spongy walls, your cum coating his fingers.

he pulled out, his tongue swirling around his cum-coated digits and licked them clean down to his knuckles. “delicious little thing, aren’t ya,” he said as he unbuckled his pants, his other hand grabbing your wrist to guide your hands and palm his fully erect cock.

your eyes widened and you exhaled, your fingers barely wrapping around his length. your thumb swiped on the precum gathering on his tip and he shakily sighed, throwing his head back on his seat’s headrest, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

you lazily stroked him. honestly, you didn’t have enough energy for this. you just want him inside you and all this teasing—it’s only making you impatient. “hmp,” his brow twitched slightly and glared at you, “brat. i know as hell this isn’t how you give handjobs.” he grabbed your wrist and pushed it up and down to stroke his throbbing cock harder. “what’s the matter? can’t wait ‘til my cock’s inside you?” he smirked and despite wanting to deny his accusation, you just whined instead and watched him use your hand as a fleshlight.

“shit, hold on, baby.” his hips were bucking up in rhythm with your hand, fucking your fist with urgency. with a throaty moan, his cock twitched before ropes of cum spilled on your hand and some on your stomach. you thought about how good it’d feel to have this hot and sticky thing stuffed in you.

he panted heavily but he was clearly still hard. he hasn’t had enough, for sure. he grabbed your hips, lifting them up so your pussy is hovering above his cock then you slowly sank down, your head tipping back as you felt just how much he’s stretching your tight walls—fuck, he’s so big.

his fat tip effortlessly hit your cervix just by being balls deep inside you. you groaned and impatiently squirmed on his lap. “wait up, you slut,” he grunted before firmly holding your hips to help you ride his dick. he rammed inside you relentlessly, repeatedly hitting all your spots with his curves and length. series of moans spilled from your swollen lips. your hands found your bouncing tits, playing with your nipples which heightened your stimulation.

“filthy girl,” he spat but watched you play with yourself while he used your tight cunt like an expensive cocksleeve. “shit shit shit…” you breathlessly whimpered, “not that spot, not that spot—“ liar, that’s what you are because he is thrusting in such a good spot but if he keeps hitting that… “jesus, did you just cum?” he furrowed his brows and stared at the creamy white coating the base of his dick. “oh, that’s good, fuck you’re so tight…” he seemed to be reprimanding you for cumming first but he couldn’t help and enjoy the way you’re just so fucking tight, clamping down around his thick length after your release.

he kept pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, pumping his cock in you and stuffing your womb with his thick cum as if he’s planning on giving you his kids.

you don’t know how or when it happened, that you’re in your house, on your bed. both of you are fully naked now while he rammed into you like a hungry man, his hands pressing on the back of your thigh ‘til they’re levelled with your ears. “leon, oh god, i’m…!” your walls clenched around him again, pussy twitching and hips spasming though you’re tired from cumming over and over again around his cock. he just kept spilling his load into you.

“shit, baby, can’t get enough of this pussy.” he pulled out and watched his cum ooze out of your puffy lips. you caught a glimpse of the sunrise from outside your window and series of doorbells echoed in your home, followed by chris’ voice. fuck.

he called your name but leon just raised his brows at you before flipping your limp body, spanking your ass to lift them up properly. you whined and did as he wanted, presenting yourself to him while your face is pressed on a pillow, muffling your moans and cries as he fucked you roughly for the nth time since last night.

“shh, princess. we gotta pretend nobody’s home, don’t we?” he whispered from behind, leaning forward to press soothing kisses on your shoulder blade as filthy sounds of skin slapping skin and wet squelching while he rammed mindlessly his cock in you filled your bedroom. “wouldn’t want your friend to catch us like this after all.”

“mhm, shit…” he murmured as his hips picked up pace, swinging more sloppily and with more urgency before spilling another load of thick cum in you. jesus, is he ever gonna stop cumming at all?

“pretty girl, takin’ me so well. what’s another one more, yeah?”

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bucknastysbabe · 11 months

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Hi hello I had brain rot and popped this out! Idk if it’s an incoherent horny ramble or not but SKIDIBOP MM DADA BOOM💥💥🤯🤯🤯

Rating: Explicit

Tags: A/B/O, Alpha!bucky, omega!reader, reader is inhuman and former hydra asset, confessions of love, mating cycles, TW//non-descript sexual assault, horrible self talk, hydra trash party tendencies, Sweet fluffy big boy Buck, breeding kink, marathon sex, pnv!sex, kinda feral ass behavior, scenting n marking

@lovelykhaleesiii @godrakin @borikenlove @ilikeitbetterangsty @connorsui I think I got my Bucky slores all counted out ;)

Feral. - B. Barnes

Bucky was panicking, sour pheromones leaking from his pores. He was an alpha, technically, but would be entering his first rut after years of chemical castration by Hydra. Rendered him beta. Now it was coming up on him, soon— you could smell that much.

Being one of the few omegas around that offered to help him out, your own powers would ease the inevitable roughness of a feral Alpha. Bucky chose you due to your close friendship, both Hydra superpowered assets. You guys could relate to each other. Although you never had to miss a heat, your handler taking full advantage of your needy state.

Bastard.

Bucky had all the signs of rut coming up; aggression, hypersensitivity, appetite, and smelling up the entire room. Stark had banned Buck to his apartment citing, “It fucking stinks, go wear him out for the love of God.” You had grabbed your clothes and favorite nesting blankets to join the brunette soon after.

Subtle cramps made you shift, the fuckers scent alone would send you into a synced heat. He smelled good, like a woodsy smell, a winter’s day, all that sappy nonsense. Bucky grunted, “What if I hurt you? Like bite your mating gland without meaning it?”

You tapped your neck, nail clicking on an invisible collar. Bucky stopped in his tracks, brows furrowing. “They have guards for that. You can lick and scent all you want but no bitesies Barnes.” He groaned, “Thank god for the future, I guess.” Another cramp hit you, hissing involuntarily at the pain.

Blue eyes flicked to you, him coming close to you. He asked gently, “What’s wrong?” You clenched your teeth and gritted out, “You. Going to send me into heat soon so stop fighting it and worrying.” Bucky’s eyes widened and he gulped, coming to terms with the reality of the situation. Fucking his good friend, you, who he had intensely mooned over for a while now.

The brunette nodded and gestured, “Do you need to nest first? I’m just going to, uh, eat a little more.” You rolled your eyes at his obvious stress eating. He was cutely fluffy now from the transition of Romania to the Avengers compound, trying to adjust. Cramp, ow. Grabbing the blankets you mounded and moulded them to your own liking. Bucky’s scent only made it better, you taking a deep inhale.

You cried out as the first real pang of heat hit you, slick gushing forth, sending you into the nest face first— drooling and whining for Bucky. Usually you used suppressants, hating how submissive and fucking stupid you got, the intense emotions brought up old memories. But not this cycle, waiting for Bucky had you back to stupidtown.

Bucky almost snarled in concern, swallowing down his protein bar and crawling onto the bed. You clawed at your clothes, ripping off the top easily. “Buuuck, help, leggings, stupid!,” you managed. The brunette yanked down your legging and underwear, growling, “Don’t call yourself that— fucking hell!”

Oh. There it was. He’d finally hit it.

Bucky groaned deeply, taking off his clothes haphazardly, you could hear the ripping and tossing while drooling on a blanket, biting down in agony. You whined, “C’mon Alpha, knot, need it, fill my pussy up!” The normal you cringed on in the inside, but Bucky nodded along. He rasped, “Fuck yes, yes, gonna fill my pretty ‘mega up.”

You could almost purr at Barnes referring you as ‘his’.

Buck’s mismatched hands gripped your hips, sliding an impossibly fat cock between your weeping folds. A shiver wracked your spine, mewing and crying his name at the feeling. He rumbled in that Alpha timbre, “Be a good omega and just take it, make it look easy, please.” By the end of the sentence your sweet Bucky had leaked out some. Turning around to gaze at him he slid in your cunt with a grunt, fangs bared and eyes blazing.

Swollen and fucking hot he speared you fully, stretching and overfilling underused pussy. It had been so long since you’d fucked someone and damn you were glad it was him. Your pussy ached and widened around him, gushing profuse slick. Buck groaned and snapped his hips forward, dragging along everything. He let out a strangled moan, “Fuck, dolly, so goddamn tight. Gonna bl-blow fast.”

“Hurry up and fuck me then!”

A rough smack to your ass had you shutting up with a whimper. Bucky jackhammered your pussy, grunting and gasping, poor thing’s dick probably hurting. His hips smacked into your own, a metal hand pushing at the small of your back for a different angle. You wailed, Bucky cursed and pressed his soft belly to your back, chomping and nosing eagerly at the protected mating gland.

He couldn’t get enough of it, moaning and lapping like a baby alpha fucking his first rut toy. Big hands explored your body, one coming down to toy with your oversensitive clit, making you gush further. The closeness and angle had you whimpering, need forcing you to whine, “Oh, Buck, kiss me, please!”

He blinked dumbly at you, lips swollen from mauling your scent glands. You whimpered, emotions immediately jumping to: oh he hates you, used up omega. The alpha frowned and seized forward clumsily, noses mashing together as he kissed you. He still fucked you raggedly, cock swelling and pulling at your walls.

A pink tongue darted out to claim you, Bucky getting the point and tilting his head for better access to your mouth. He moaned desperately, lips driving across yours wet and messy. You threw back an arm to cradle silky-soft brown hair, fucking back onto that thick cock. “Fuuuck, knot me up baby, need it.” Bucky rasped back, “Yeah?”

“Want it, wan’ your knot, feel s’good,” came the resounding whimper.

Bucky kissed you harder, moaning into your mouth as he fucked deeper, more shallow thrusts than anything now, thick fingers pulling at your clit. He growled, “Omega, so tight— mine.” He shoved your hips flush to him, groaning chest deep and guttural as his knot popped and blew inside. You wailed and scrambled around him, that hot cum painting your insides.

Bucky whined deep in his chest, gasping against you, holding squirming hips still as he filled you up. The Alpha lapped and scented you further, murmuring dazedly, “Won’t be able to smell like another alpha again. Never.” His fingers dug into the softness of your hips, locked in now. You panted and shoved your face into the blankets, overwhelmed.

“Jus’ move to the side,” you said quietly. He gently, so very gently, eased the pair of you to the side. The knot pulled a bit, making both of you hiss. Now spooned in the fucked up nest, Bucky seemed to be dozing off, nose shoved into your mating gland, puffing softly. He slung an arm around you, making sure his entire body was plastered to your own.

Some alphas were clingy like that. Not many. Heat abated by Bucky’s knot— your mind inevitably cleared up. Emotions and old thoughts swirled in your brain. Sometimes you’d have to go through heat with a random elite of the world, them getting a present with the inhuman omega. Once you’d been through the humiliation of being used they’d dump you off with your handler, Sitwell.

He made sure to let you know you were nothing but a whore for Hydra. Used to the point where you were nothing but an easy fuck. “No self-respecting alpha would mate you,” he’d tut while inside you. Your chest clenched up, stupid stupid stupid emotions making your eyes burn.

In the same horrid voice as Jasper your mind hissed. Bucky wouldn’t want you. He knew you were easy and used to ruts. You couldn’t wash off the years of filth and scars on your nape. The great Bucky Barnes would get through this first rut and go find a more demure, self-respecting omega. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, chest beginning to heave.

Bucky’s hand came up quickly, cupping your cheek to get a look. His thick brows furrowed at your likely pitiful expression. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Woke me up when ya’ soured, you hurting?” His concerned expression made you cry harder— chest aching for this to never end. The alpha tightened himself to you, a big thumb wiping your tears. His sculpted lips pulled into a frown.

“I-it’s stupid, been a long time for me too, sorry,” you apologized.

He didn’t seem phased, concern wafting off him in waves. The former assassin practically cooed, “Hey now, seriously, what’s wrong? Spit it out baby, I know you better than that.” You stared into dead serious eyes, knowing deep down Buck would win this contest. Mouth gaping in horror you had no clue how to respond.

“C’mon ‘mega, breaking a man’s heart,” he begged soft and sweet.

Turning away from his gaze, Buck’s hand gently pulled you back with a huff. Taking a deep breath you rambled manically, “I stopped my heats after getting out of Hydra. It brings back…stuff. But I wanted to be there for you and I know I’m an easy option and all, I mean being the pass around for whatever need obviously I know how to handle Alphas.” A titanium thumb in your mouth had you rendered mute with a sudden squeak.

His face softened, pheromones swelling and making you feel woozy. Strong fucking Alpha. The anxiety in your chest abated from the scent. He asked, “Do you really think I’d care about your past?” You shrugged lightly, unsure. Blue eyes turned hard, “Give me a list and if they ain’t dead I’ll personally go castrate them.” Bucky took a deep inhale of you again, relaxing some.

“Look at me.”

You peeped nervously.

“When you offered to help I thought my dreams were coming true,” he pecked your temple, “You’re the only one I want, was gonna tough it out if the only girl I care about didn’t volunteer.” You smacked a big shoulder in shock, squeaking, “No- no you’re lying- this is a joke.” Bucky shoved his knot a fraction deeper inside of you, still swollen to hell.

He deadpanned, “Does this seem like a joke to you? I wish the damn thing would deflate so I can fuck your pretty self already. Been lovin’ you for awhile now.”

Whimpering in desire you clenched down involuntarily, Bucky’s eyes rolling back with a groan. He kissed you again, breathlessly laughing, “I thought you’d think I’m too crazy, overweight, and a load of baggage.” Smooching him back you shook your head to declare, “No, no, you’re perfect as is. This is perfect. Don’t want it to end. Love you too.”

“It doesn’t have to, babydoll,” he cooed into your lips.

After confessing one’s feelings, fucking your official Alpha was much more intense. You’d talked it out with him waiting on the knot to deflate, both of you self-conscious balls of anxiety causing the miscommunication. In full, fuck Hydra with a fiery sword.

You’d grown more heat dazed first, losing any touch to speak normally, writhing around. Buck played with your clit until you’d cum two times, chanting his name like a litany. He was goading you on with a smirk the entire time, cocky as hell now, “Yeah, that’s it, squirt for your fuckin’ Alpha.” Or he’d groan in your ear, “Good girlll, yeah, smell so sweet.”

His knot finally went down and now half crazed you rutted back on Bucky’s cock with hoarse shouts, biting into a blanket. He met you eagerly, slapping your ass and talking non-stop. The brunette moaned, “Goddamn baby, fucking ah, sh-shit!” He nudged thick thighs inside your own, using strong hands to pull you onto him. The whole place smelled of sex pheromones.

“Gonna be my big Alpha and breed me up?,” you teased deliriously, not even sure where this came from.

Bucky rumbled deep in his chest, one of those possessive hands pulling you upright to lock around a slim throat. He rasped in your ear, hot breath puffing, “I’ll fuckin’ give you some pups, s’that what you want?” His hips stuttered, cock beginning to swell again as you wailed. Please please please.

“Make you mine for good,” he nipped at the covered mating gland again, “I’d kill anyone who’d take my precious omega away from me, killing anyone who hurt you, mhm.” You turned your head to kiss his swollen lips, hand digging into his hair as the Alpha dug into you. His soft belly fit perfectly into the arch of your back, hips clapping against your slickened cunt and ass. Your brain purred about how big and perfect he was, a good protector.

Bucky begged suddenly, thrusts sloppy and stilted, “Rip th-that collar off, lemme bite, c’mon love— only one I want, make you a mama.” His lips insistently kissed, hands almost frantically grasping you. A bolt of heady arousal spiked up your belly, the need to be claimed and mated taking over. Bucky as yours sealed with his pretty white teeth, you dripped more at the thought.

Pressing the release on the collar you rocketed into a perfect, quiet, blank euphoria at the feeling of Bucky’s teeth piercing your skin. Things felt complete. You sighed in relief, the held on disgust and shame floating away. Coming back to within seconds you snarled and locked onto his pulsing neck, sealing the bite with a lap. Bucky gutturally groaned, knot popping once again, him following you down to the bed.

The pair of you didn’t speak for what felt like an eternity, hoarsely catching breath, living in the moment. Bucky nosed at the now swollen patch on your neck, commenting dopily, “Wonder what Tony’s gonna say when you pop back out with this.” You hummed and squeezed the big arm around your waist.

“He’ll probably stutter for a minute and then act like he knew all along. Steve won’t be surprised.”

Bucky laughed, “He never is.”

His hand splayed out against your stomach, murmuring, “I know you’re on the pill but I meant what I said. Wanna make the ‘mega I love bred up.” You possibly couldn’t get another orgasm out but his gravelly tone and words made you clench. Touching the bond mark you replied, “Wanna make the alpha I love a daddy.”

He groaned, blues rolling up, “Fuck, yes.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #alpha!bucky #a/b/o fic

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lyssak09 · 1 year

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Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. I wonder if you are getting requests, would you write to the Supernatural yandere as husband or lover, for Archangels Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel? The reader can be either an angel or a human or a witch.

EVERYONE APPLAUD ME! I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION TO WORK ON SOME OF MY REQUESTS. Also this gave me so many ideas for stories, oneshots, and more hcs. So be on the look out for more archangel writing. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. Happy reading 💙

Yandere archangels hcs

Yandere Gabriel

Gabriel is a soft, possessive, and protective yandere.

He will never hurt you unlike some of his brothers. You're his sweetheart

Yes, all of his pet names for you are sweet/candy themed

Gabriel first met you when you were aiding the boys in a hunt against the trickster. Yes, you met him when everyone thought he was the trickster.

But eventually you all learned who he truly was and that he wasn't all that bad.

He tried to woo you the human way. But it was taking longer than he would have liked. So, snatchy snatchy time.

You are so sweet and addicting. You become his new addiction. And you won't rot his teeth, just his heart and brain 💙

Gabriel is very paranoid about you being a mortal and the constant ending of the world. So be ready for him to be very very over protective.

To the point you're not allowed out without him anymore.

But why would you wanna leave when he can make and give you everything.

There is no point in leaving. Nothing good is out there. So its not a big deal that he has kidnapped-I mean transferred you to a saver home with no way of leaving without him?

Now, you being an ex-hunter you're gonna try to escape him but remember, he is an archangel. He has power.

So no matter how much you know about the hunting world or how much the boys have taught you, there is no way you can escape him. For now.

Gabriel was smart enough to take away anything that could hurt him or you.

But you have everything else you could want.

Gabriel has a sweet tooth as we know. And since you're his sweet addiction. Expect a lot and I mean a lot of kisses and touching from him.

"Oh Baby cakes!!" He yelled out for you. But you didn't dare move. You are not in the mood for his touches. So you hide. Gabriel starts to get paranoid. He knows you can't escape, but what if the Winchesters got in. "Sugar?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, "Where ya hiding honey?" Gabriel starts to look in any nook and cranie. You squeeze deeper into the back of the laundry cabinet. 'If he finds me I'm gonna sock him in the face.' You thought, you seriously weren't in the mood for his crap. "Buttercup? You may think this is fun but its not!" Gabriel sounded like he was in a panic. And he was getting closer. "Okay, ok. When he opens the cabinet you're gonna speed out. And maybe you'll find the front door open? Hopefully" you thought to yourself. The floor creek with Gabriel's weight. He was right in front of your spot. "We're just playing hide in seak right? Yeah...we are." He said mostly to himself. "If I find you I get a prize!" He said as he leaned to open the sink cabinet. You were quickly yanked into his arms. Too quick for you to escape. "Found you." He said,kissing you madly.

Yandere Lucifer

Lucifer learned about you when he was in the cage with Sam. You being one of the boys girlfriend gave him the ability to learn about you. And eventually fall in love

He has escaped multiple times just to take you.

But Team Free Will always kicks his ass.

Lucifer is a cocky, possessive and angry Yandere.

He will punish you physically and mentally but he prefers to do it mentally for whatever his reasons.

Lucifer is trying to help train you to show your 'love' for him with punishments and rewards.

If you're curious your rewards tend to be a hell of a lot more affections from Luci or your silly little human things you miss.

He at first hated you, you, a stupid putrid human, made him fall for you. You made the king of hell for for you!

So he takes his anger out on whoever is in the cage with him. Untill he escapes again and has a master plan to take over heaven. And take you as well.

But it falls, so why not destroy the world instead, and maybe his little human will sacrifice herself to him.

And you do, much to everyone's dismay. But its worth saving the world right?

So now here you are, trapped in hell with Lucifer. He loves it.

Hell has a queen now

And if anyone in hell has a problem with then they're gonna get disintegrated.

Lucifer made you a nice little area for you to be his little wife. But if you are being bad then enjoy your personal cage.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" You cried out and shrunk further into your little ball. "You should have thought about that before!" He screamed in rage, kicking your best friend's decapitated head like a soccer ball. "Lucifer, I'm sorry! I love you, I truly do. Just please stop!". He squat down to your size, "After all I do for you, tell me you hate me? Should I just kill anyone else you love?! So its just me!". You lunged at him holding on to him in a hug, "Please please don't. I'm sorry. I do love you! So-so much, just please don't. I'll be good" Tears more started to pour out of your eyes and land on Lucifer's shirt. He held on to you in a crushing hug. He couldn't decide whether to continue punishing you or throw you a bone. And honestly, you voluntary hugging him made his vessel skip a beat. "No more fighting?" He questioned. "No more fighting! Just don't hurt anybody else please. I'll be good" you held on tighter. "You love me with all of your tiny being?" You paused for a slight second, "I love you with every fiber in my being". You felt like throwing up when you said that, causing you to cry harder. "Come on baby." He stood up with you in his arms carrying you back to your 'home'. "My sweet queen." You looked up at him, "oh, my dad, you're so adorable." Lucifer gave you a smug smile and forced a kiss. "The things I would do for you

Yandere Michael

I didn't have any ideas for John!Michael but if I do and make hcs I will tag you! Enjoy

Michael first heard of once he chose Adam to be your vessel. Adam has had a major (kinda scary) crush on you ever since he met you all those years ago with his brothers. And he kept tabs on you.

When Michael figured out that he should just use Adam instead he learned anything that would be leverage to convince him to be his vessel.

And you happened to be the giant leverage.

It worked, but they were still put in the cage.

So as years went on Adam became crazy over you and Michael began to as well.

Eventually once they got out it was time to take you.

So they did.

Now they will be forceful and more physical than Gabriel. But its cause they love you and deserve to take the love they want from you.

"Let me go! You have no right to do this!" You screamed at Michael or Adam, whoever the hell was talking. You started to pound against the door, "Thats where you're wrong Y/N. Adam has been wanting this for years. As have I.". Michael (you gathered), yanked you away from the door then carried you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You kicked and squirmed but he wouldn't let go, so you fought harder but all you received was a huff and thrown around a bit more. Once you two reached your destination, the bedroom, Michael quickly tossed you on the bed, climbing on top of you. He snatched your wrists in his hand then immediately cuffed them to the bed. After you realized what had just happened you start to panic and freeze in place. "I think we deserve something for dealing with you and your tantrum." His hands crept under your shirt, caressing your skin, "don't we Adam " You noticed his expression and presence changed, Adam was in control now. Adam lifted up your shirt and gave you a shit eating grin. "Yes, yes we do." Then you were pulled into a rough and forceful kiss. You heard a loud rip and notice Adam had ripped your shirt. And all you could do is lay there and cry.

I hope you all enjoyed this and if you did please like, repost and or follow me!

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere headcanon #yandere male #ask lyssa #miss blue writing #yandere supernatural #supernatural #yandere gabriel #yandere michael #yandere lucifer #yandere archangels #gabriel spn #lucifer spn #michael spn #SPN

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am-i-dead · 2 months

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*slides into your inbox* I was trawling the Greedfall tag since tumblr didn't see fit to tell me there was new content and saw you (+anon) lamenting the lack of Greedfall content and specifically Kurt and I am here both to commiserate that lack and say hi bc I am a Greedfall Enjoyer and Kurt Lover, too. :D I first played in '22, I think, fell in love with the game so hard I started my second playthrough the same day I finished my first, and have played it borderline completionist six or seven times. Three of those romancing Kurt bc I don't think I've ever fallen so hard or fast for video game romance in my LIFE. One of the first post in my Greedfall gaming tag is yelling at myself to meet all the LIs before I glom on to one but I failed that hard bc well. KURT. 😅 He needs more love. The game needs more love. Bc yes, I agree with you, the visuals are so good and it's some of my favorite world building and I love it so much. I genuinely think this game is one of those rewired my brain things. The writing and the lore and the characters and the MUSIC and it's so pretty and I've dragged at least three friends into hell playing it. I even really like the combat now, even though it almost scared me off at first, lol.

Hello!! Starting the second playthrough immediately after the first is SO valid. That 80s movie esc ending where they told the player all the outcomes of the characters had me DYING so I obviously, immediately jumped right back into the game to cope. And honestly, how could you possibly resist Kurt??? Every time I go for another playthrough I tell myself I’m going to explore a new romance and then I DONT. How can you go through his whole personal quest and NOT want to kiss him?!?!!?

It rlly is one of those games that just rewires your brain. Just the insane amount of detail and care that went into constructing the game lore, music, characters, and cultures, is so beautiful! Makes me giddy just thinking abt it! Combat also freaked me out at first, but in the end, I learned that I can just button smash, dodge, and shoot and mostly be fine (yes i played on easy mode, dont judge me. I'm here for vibes only)

ALSO this goes out to all my other greedfall (and kurt enjoyers) LOVE YOU GUYS! thx for talking abt Greedfall with me and helping the brain rot ROT

#kurt greedfall #greedfall #greedfall video game #greedfall kurt #asks

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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congrats on reaching 500 followers 💕😄 i’m so happy for you babes ! i absolutely love the way you write these characters you never fail to fill them with life :D so for your 500 party, how about some tremendously tooth rotting fluff with frank castle......maybe winning you something at a local fair 🏃‍♀️this rotates through my brain daily LORD ssjkssjsj - 🌖 anon

hello to you my sweet, very first emoji anon!!! i feel incredibly honoured to have reached this point in my tumblr journey lmao. thank you so much for your kind words, i really needed them today <3

i hope you enjoy my love!

check out my 500 sleepover!

fluff headcanons | going to the local fair with frank

a date at the local fair is an annual tradition for you and frank. it started off before you two had started dating, when had just begun to start seeing each other. it was your idea; to take the tall, broody, dark-gazed man to the carnival, to see a different side of him, to see him finally let loose.

to your surprise (and relief!) he said yes, and well, the rest is history!

as our resident marksman, frank castle demolishes any type of shooting game. it gets to the point where the carnival attendants have to tell him to move on, because he's won you so many stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes you look like a walking petting zoo.

frank jumps at any opportunity to win you anything, but he especially loves it when you touch his arm gently, a gesture for him to step back, while you take over and return the favour. you struggle in your stance a little, aiming for those little ducks way in the back, so frank comes up behind you, hands gliding over yours to adjust your grip. he brushes your hair, tucking it behind your ear, before whispering. "you ready, darlin'?"

the flurry of butterflies deep within you are already in motion, but the way his voice is low and husky in your ear... mentally, you've fallen to your knees.

frank looks so proud of you as you win him something little. it's a keychain, a dastardly piece of plastic, but it's one of those where you can slot in a tiny picture, so you have some sort of memento with you at all times. frank chuckles as he pulls out his wallet and his keys, effortlessly sliding the keychain on, digging through the bills to find his favourite picture of you; one he carries with him always. it's a cropped picture of the two of you at your first carnival, smiling in the photobooth, cotton candy in hand.

the next thing you want to try is the face painting. frank grumbles a little, knowing you're dragging him by the hand because you want him to get something with you, but he sits in the chair, reluctantly, letting you pick whatever you want. he rolls his eyes at the pink butterfly on the side of his face, loud and brazen on his cheek, little viney tendrils of face-framing paint curling up his cheekbones. he smiles anyway; he would do anything for you.

seeing frank go through a haunted house is something you'd like to cherish for the rest of your days. frank 'the punisher' castle, who's over six feet tall, muscly as all hell, being absolutely fucking terrified. he doesn't hold back on the curses flying from his mouth, but he reels in every single instinct he has not to hit at whatever the fuck jumps out at him. he holds you close to him after, looking you in the eyes.

"i'm never fuckin' doin' that again."

last but not least, as you're getting ready to leave the fair, something catches your eye, and you begin to steer frank in the opposite direction, trying to distract him with whatever lies ahead. he knows something is up, so tenses his body, trying to figure out what's up.

in his defiance, his eyes meet something in the background, ears getting a hold of that obnoxiously cheery music, the flashing lights pulsating much too strongly.

it's a merry-go-round.

for as long as you've been together, and for as long as you've gone to the local fair, you've tried your hardest to avoid that attraction, knowing full well of its significance in frank's life.

you watch intently as his nostrils flare and jaw tenses, suddenly gripped by a stark reminder of his past.

but he doesn't say anything. just grabs a hold of you, bringing your face into his shirt, hand stroking the back of your head. you feel his lips press into the crown of your head, the whirl of emotions he's experiencing conveyed in one simple gesture.

he pulls away, the expression on his face forlorn, but you see the ghost of a smile dance across his lips. his fingers interlace in yours, and his grip on your hand tightens as you see him reminiscing... reflecting on that fateful day.

he begins to walk, but in the direction of the merry-go-round.

you're a little confused, and you jerk his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "frank, we don't have to go there. we can go anywhere but there."

he shakes his head, letting out the tiniest of laughs. "i wanna go, sweetheart. s'that okay with you?"

"okay with me? of course frank, i'm just worried about you."

"nah baby," he chuckles, "don't worry about me, okay? this'll be good. for me, for us." he kisses your cheek. "s'time to make some new memories, alright?"

he looks up at the sky, vast expanse of twinkling stars beautiful as they reflect in his irises.

then, he looks at you, and then a little past your shoulder, as if to stare at his family, at maria, lisa and frank jr. with misty eyes, his gaze meets yours again. "new memories, with you."

#frank castle #the punisher #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #the punisher fluff #frank castle headcanon #the punisher imagine #saintmurd0ck 500 milestone celebration #x reader #🌖 anon #rhi writes 💻#light side of the moon anon

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mintytealfox · 5 months

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Hellooooo, its me again uwu.

A bring more Nortalice/Alicenort content! This time its AU releated stuff! Hope that is alright

-Modern AU, they are like Shaun and Ryan from Buzzfeed Unsolved with a mix of Nancy Drew and Scooby Doo thrown in. Lots of hijinks and breaking into restricted and or forbidden areas. Sometimes they are actually solving cases, other times they broke into a gas station left to rot from the 1980s because Alice swears she saw something in there and it results with Norton rushing Alice to the doctors because she ate expired Cosmic Brownies. Not like Norton will complain, because him and Alice agreed on 50/50 on the money that comes from the cases and beats working his dead end job.

-Fantasy AU, Norton is the king of the demon realm, and Alice is the queen of Paradis (the one seen in LG and Orpheus's essences). Their kingdoms have tension with each other. Orpheus the Novelist urges war while Nightmare (yes they are two separate people). Alice however is like "Nah, imma talk to the king" and goes to the demon realm, so the two can work on some sort of peace treaty. Nonsense ensues and the two slowly fall in love, it ending with Norton asking for Alice's hang in marriage, which at first she thinks its so their kingdoms dont fight and his response being "...no you dumbass i love you. Thats why im asking to marry me"

Oletus Manor Doesnt Happen AU, aka what if Norton and Alice never went to the manor but still met each other. Can imagine its because Alice is doing a report on Golden Caves, what happened, why it shut down and interviews Norton, the only survivor from the accident. The two just seem to click and neither know why. Norton at the start tries to use this to his own personal gain, since in his state, he knows damn good and well, he will not be able to get a job again, forcing him in poverty so he tries to butter up Alice, get close to her in the hopes maybe he can marry into money. Alice also tries to use this connection to her advantage, hoping Norton's ties to the mining industry can give her access to more secretive information (like how they treat their workers). They do end up falling love properly though, and Alice uses the money from her family to help push Norton out of poverty and help him start a small jewelry business with the only catch being "Before you even dare spend a penny on clothes or luxurious things, I want you to spend the money I give you to go see a doctor in the chance to save yourself. I care too much about you Norton". Which in turn breaks Norton, but like a good break, like a "Holy fuck, she really does love/care about me, this wasn't an act, i wasnt dumb to let her into my life"

HELLO 🫡You're always welcome!! 🤣 AU stuff is ABSOLUTELY ALRIGHT 👏👏👏

LOOOL I saw Shane and Ryan and 80s and my brain went STRANGER THINGS LOL Like it starts as Norton: 'lol ghost hunting, those aren't real at least these people are paying' while Alice: 'ghost hunting, can you imagine the stories ghosts could tell if they could speak easily?? How thrilling!' But it turns into running for their lives LOL followed by eating expired cosmic brownies like nothing happened but they are all covered in dirt and grime and trauma LOL

OH F A N T A S Y A U S are ALWAYS BANGERS IN MY EYES AAAAHHH YEESS! Gives me strong Persephone and Hades vibes and that has me SO HYPE OH MY GOOOSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! AND This reminds me of the theory I saw who knows where by this point lol but it was about the one Alice skin 'Eternity' and FG's skin 'Infernal Sin' and it went something like him being the dragon of the apocalypse to deal out the punishments that Eternity laid out. Something like that, I wish I could remember it cause it was dope as hell LOL

IF THEY MET WITHOUT THE MANOR AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

10000000% using each other until Alice falls first and Norton falls HARDER MUAHHAHAHA Recently my brain keeps going to the quote from 'Our Flag Means Death' and they say "you wear nice things well" and just seeing Alice saying that to Norton when he finally gets to get all dressed up for something and him like 'oh woah' but the magic fading pretty quick at the realization, 'this is not comfy at all' and then waiting until at the gathering to say something out of pocket like "I feel like I have a pickaxe shoved all the way, right up my--" -Alice slams her hand over his mouth- 🤣🤣🤣

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wingsofescape · 8 months

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hello fellow FMA-brain rot friend! i love your fic and am eager to know what happens next with ed and al (hopefully!) reuniting. questions: 11, 17, 20, 21 (would you ever collaborate with a fanartist on a work?), 76 Thank you for taking the time!

Omg hi friend!! So so happy that you love my little brain rot baby, it means the entire world. I promise you Ed and Al will be reuniting. They have a lot of untangling to do, but I'm sure they'll figure it out :)

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

I am SO behind on my fanfic TBR! However, three that I frequently re-read:

Capra by @liathgray

Delicate by @lantur

there is no peace here, war is never cheap dear by @darkpersonapeace

But also special mentions to @mildly-nerdy @asthmaticbee @woahpip @x-rainflame-x @applejellybeansstuff @maples-pages for their amazing writing and fics, you should definitely check them out! (Apple is also working on a CoS Edwin fix-it in case you need more of the blorbos)

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

Scream, cry, throw up and tell myself I'm useless and no one likes my writing anyway so what's the point

Then, once I get myself together, I go for walks with instrumental music in my ears which usually helps, I read other books and fics to see how different authors have pulled off what I'm trying to write, watch movies to see how the characters express their emotions, and talk it out with my friends, which usually helps me with plot holes and scene placements, and then at some point, something unlocks. But it can sometimes take quite a while (case in point, chaper 9 is doing my head in)

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Oh man, YEAH! I tend to use the eyes for expressions a lot, "a heavy silence fell over them" "she softly shook her head", my imagery tends to revolve around fire, water, nature... there's a lot more that I forget. Is there anything you've picked up on?

21. Would I ever collaborate with a fanartist on a story?

HELL YES, that would be a dream! Fanart is always appreciated and I will sob happy tears.

71. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of in the cracks of light?

I kinda wish there had been a scene with drunk Edwin flirting before I put Ed through recovery, but oh well.

So far it hasn't been so much about ideas not making the cut, it's more about initial ideas I've had being transformed and refined into something more plot relevant that also raises the stakes.

Like at first I was going to have Ed just having started to date Winry's counterpart before she suddenly dies and the real Winry shows up. But then I thought it would be much more fun for him to "see" Winry coming through the Gate and also having Winry's counterpart be Sarah and Yuri's dead daughter to have a parallel between the parents who lost a daughter and the daughter who lost her parents. yes I'm evil, what about it

Also, the mystery plot was initially going to be a lot more straightforward, with Roy immediately knowing Jake was lying and figuring out Winry had been yeeted to the other world. Then I thought (overthought) more about it and went "hmm but what if this happens, and what if that happens" and... yeah. Initially it was going to be a lot more "narrow", with only Winry, Ed, Al, Roy and Riza as the characters we saw most, but it has now evolved to include Armstrong, Sciezka, Rose, Maria Ross, Fritz, Sarah and Yuri, Russell and Paninya.

And lastly, I thought it would be 10k at most... now we're looking at 100k, if not more.

Thank you so so much for your questions, I have you enjoyed my mini-novel of answers!

#ask and ye shall receive #in the cracks of light fic

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prpfs · 8 months

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hello!

guess who just tumbled headfirst into the teenage mutant ninja turtles fandom with my viewing of mutant mayhem and have some really bad brain rot! i’ve just binged all the movies with the series soon to follow, but what i’m looking for specifically is to play mutant mayhem’s superfly. complex monster family man got me feelin some sort of way fr. 🥵 🪰

i’m pretty much down for anything— would i love canon character for some angsty and fluffy family plots? hell yes! would i like ocs to make our own adventure? send them at me!

some things to know about me is that i’m a literate multi para writer who can do discord, instagram and tumblr as platforms. i am 24 so i would prefer someone in the same age range for my own comfort. i would like someone who loves sharing headcanons and au ideas, mood boards and playlists and all that jazz because i’m very talkative when i’m as passionate with something as i am about superfly!

the most important thing you must know about me is that i work a full time job and am autistic. this means, that while i will often try to respond as soon as i can, i can get burnt out easily and respond slower as well as need to take breaks. i will always do my best to alert my partner when i need a break and will continue the rp given we are still both passionate about it.

so if you’re willing to put up with that, please interact with this post and i’ll approach you!

give a like and anon will get back to you

#teenage mutant ninja turtles roleplay #teenage mutant ninja turtles rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp

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girlwifteef · 2 years

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“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

Part 3!

TW: Mentions of toxic S/O and abuse. Pls be wary of these fields. If you’re not comfortable with reading this content pls don’t hesitate to scroll past. Thank you! ❤️😆 (GIF below is indeed mine. I didn’t know you could make them without being verified.)

Description: Lots of dialog and fluffiness.

Circa 1984 James

I had just gotten in my car and was on my way home. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About James. Oh my god was he gorgeous, and he has my number! What if he calls tonight? What if he doesn’t? What if he doesn’t call at all? Shit. I don’t think I took my antidepressants this morning. I’ve had to take them since I got away from my ex. Chris Meyer. Son of a bitch left a mark on my brain for a life time. God, it’s been so quiet for the past year. Maybe, if it works out with James, I’ll finally be safe from his torment. Hm, I wonder what would happen if James ever meets Chris. I sure as hell don’t want to see that dill weed ever again. I hope that asshole is rotting we’re ever he is. With all of these scenarios running through my head, I didn’t even realize I had pulled onto my apartment’s street. Huh. I should do that more often, it’s like time travel.

I had dragged my feet up the flight of stairs onto my floor still thinking about every little detail that happened tonight. I saw an amazing band, met them, met the hot singer, gave him my number, and blew a kiss to him. I had reached my door searching for my keys in my purse. I fiddled with them for a minute before finding the right one. The door unlocked and I threw my stuff down, kicked my boots off and headed to my bathroom for a shower. Just the thought of warm water hitting my body was already so relaxing. Before I could even open the door to my room, my phone rang. I gasped, what if it’s James? Well I’m not gonna sit here and wait for someone else to answer it.

“Hello, Y/L/N resistance.” I answered joyfully, just like I always did but this time with an excited smile on my face.

“Hey Y/N/N it’s Richie! I was just calling to make sure that you got home safe.” Of course, I did always have a problem getting my hopes up, according to Chris.

“Oh. Thanks Rich, I made it home safe.” I managed to get out those few words but unfortunately they sounded a little defeated.

“No problem! I’ll talk to you later and have a good day at work!”

“Sure thing, Rich. Bye” I hung up. A bit down, I needed that shower more than ever. Before I took another step the phone started to ring once again. Mr. Richie is a very forgetful person, I bet he wants to know when I’ll be back.

“Yes? What is it you forgot now, Rich.” I said a bit sarcastically. He hated it when I make fun of him forgetting something.

“…um actually it’s James? Uh, James Hetfield. Did I punch in the right number?” He said questioning his dialing skills. He did call! And I answered so rudely! Damn it! Say something!

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Richie called me just now and I thought it was him again. I didn’t expect you too call so soon.” I said very apologetically. Play it cool girl, play it cool.

“Ah, nope just me calling to bother you.”

“Oh come on, you’re not bothering me. You just missed me didn’t you.” I said jokingly, we did just meet after all.

“You’re right.” He said. “I can’t stop thinking about you Y/N, you’re so cool and confident.”

Is he talking about me? Here I thought every emotion I felt tonight was on my sleeve but I guess not. Good job me.

“Me? Cool and confident? I can think of 20 people that are way cooler than me.” I now have my fingers linked in the phone cord, “That includes you.” He audibly paused for a split second.

“You think I’m cool?” He asked, a little surprised.

“Of course I do! “You’re one of the coolest people I’ve ever met!” I said trying to counter attack his self-esteem.

“I’m not the coolest?”

“Sorry but that spot is reserved for Mr. Richie.” I said holding back a laugh. My joke made James laugh though, such a cute laugh. “You’re so handsome when you laugh.”

“Aw, you’re just saying that.” He said doubting me once again.

“Nope. Sorry to say, but you have a terminal illness that makes you so handsome and effects the ones around you.” He laughed again a little harder this time. Damn those butterflies.

“Your smile almost knocks me out every time.” He said very genuinely. Now, it was my turn to second guess his judgement.

“Stop. I know you know how to sweet talk people! You’re doing it right now with a shit eating grin on your face!” I said chuckling a bit. James laughed too.

“Haaha, no way! I’m speaking from the heart, Y/N!” He said trying to keep a serious tone.

“How would I know? I can’t see that you’re being serious.” I said tempting him.

“Fine. Meet me at Richie’s bar tomorrow at 4:00pm so we can walk to the record store. I’ll tell you then how serious I am!” He said, well this time I believed him.

“Ok! Ok, if you insist Hetfield, 4:00 on the dot. You better not back out!”

“Not a chance! Well, I guess I should let you go now, you have work in the morning right?” Shit! What’s the time? 12:00am! No!

“Oh my god, no! It’s 12:00am! I have to punch in at 6:00am. Fuck!” I said a little to angrily. I didn’t mean it towards James but it seemed like he took is a little personally.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry Y/N, this is my fault. I should have waited until tomorrow.” He said very regretfully.

“No, no, this is not your fault! I’m really glad and kind of relieved that you called! I thought you saw me as just some other girl who threw themself at you in another town. I should be apologizing.”

“You’re glad?” He asked surprised.

“Yes. I am.” I said very firmly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Well, I’m really glad you answered. I’ll let you get some sleep, Y/N. Goodnight.” He said with what seemed like one of his famous smiles.

“Heh, thanks. Goodnight, James” I heard him hang up. I loudly sighed and collapsed on my couch. There is no way in hell I’m sleeping tonight. Looks like I’ll only be getting 4 or less hours of sleep. Worth it.

That morning at 5:00am, my alarm disturbed my sleep to tell me it’s time to get ready for work. Since I didn’t have time to take a shower last night, I took one as soon as I got out of bed waking myself up for the day. Brushed my teeth, flossed, and swished around mouth wash. It felt like a green color kind of day. So, I went with some light green scrubs and sneakers. Put on a little make up, made some coffee, grabbed my purse and headed to my car all the while still thinking about my date later at 4:00pm. This 8 hour shift is definitely going to be long but thank god it’s only 8 hours.

END OF PART 3!

A/N: Thank you again for the likes and for reading my first series. Remember, I’m always open to criticism so let me know! I will be working on part 4 as soon as I finish some chores around my house that I’ve been ignoring 😬😬. That’s from me! Have an awesome day! ❤️😄

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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Hello mother i have returned from hell and have successfully survived hell month, I passed 3 out of the 4 major exams with high marks (i curse physics for being so stupidly hard) and successfully defended the first half of our thesis.

I'm too brain dead rn to even brain rot properly 💀 but that doesn't stop me from drawing brain rots/hc's I've had for a while. So i present my poorly drawn art that kept me sane over the week.

1st one

Idk how lore accurate this is but i couldn't resist drawing it and im dying with this hc of little tighnari seeing an aranara and excitedly telling his parents about it (also is this technically albedo's hairstyle? Yes yes it is but idc if i can't have his fluffy hair in game i will never stop drawing it over and over again on other characters - a bitter albedo main)

2nd one

There's also this one, it was supposed to be alhaitham during his time as an akademiya scholar but i couldn't resist the urge and turned it into su, which i mean technically is him from another universe and who is the greener version of him.

(I cant add the pics directly since tumblr says ✨no✨ so ig there's finally a use for my 5 year old devianart acc that i did not use and has just been collecting dusts all these years until now)

- Lady in the lake anon

Lady in the lake is out of containment lesgooo! Congrats on the defense and 3/4 exams passed, get proper rest and give your brain a rest, but HOLY CRAP

YOUR ART, THEY'RE SO GODDAMN ADORABLE *also that nostalgia whiplash upon realizing it was on DeviantArt* THEY'RE BABY, I WANNA HOLD THEM GENTLY IN MY HANDS, I'M A WEAKLING BUT A PROUD ONE

*shakes you* Don't hesitate to share your art here ever, they are blessings like golden meteors in Teyvat *sobs in hands* Now if only I can art too hmghngnf

#lady in the lake anon #genshin impact #tighnari #alhaitham #su?#exile.goblet #fanart #submissions

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Helloo!! I don't know if you're accepting requests but if you are could you please do something where Michael gets caught and taken back to Smiths Grove and his s/o gets tired of it so they sneak into the sanitarium and break him out of there??

Hello! I honestly didn’t think I would get any asks, but I’m happy to give it a shot! I’m sorry if this ends up being a little long, I got a little carried away. I’m also sorry if this ends up being late! I had a hard time deciding what direction I wanted to take this one, and I got kind of busy with irl stuff ;-;. I had RZ Myers in mind (I kind of always do lol, I have some pretty severe brain rot for that man), so I hope you don’t mind that. Thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy it!

Note: you; they/them used. I tried to keep it gender neutral. Kind of slow burn, and the ending is a little rushed. I apologize. Fluff near the end because I cannot help myself.

Warnings: nothing other than canon-typical violence.

Word count: 4608

You were helpless as you watched them load him into the ambulance, silently pleading with Michael to break free. Desperately hoping it was all an act. But as the paramedics slammed the doors and began to drive away, you realized it wasn’t. The sedatives they had given him must have been too strong. Fear had its hold on you, and you began to shake from the weight of it. Fear that you would never see the man you loved again. Fear that Michael would be locked away forever. You wondered if Michael was afraid, and the thought of it made your chest ache uncomfortably.

I have to do something. I can’t just leave him there to rot. I won’t.

He would come for me.

You took a breath, centering yourself. It was late September and the air was brisk, burning your lungs as you inhaled deeply. Your mind was already made up, your resolve unwavering. You were absolutely going to get him. What wasn’t clear was how you were going to get him. How in the hell were you going to sneak into Smith’s Grove? Security would, at the very least, be doubled after what had happened the last time Michael escaped.

What am I going to do?

It had taken almost a whole month to even make it inside of the building, but you had finally managed. As luck would have it, Smith’s Grove was hiring and you had found yourself on the custodial staff with the help of a fake name and a few fudged documents. Granted, you were now indebted to an extremely shady character two cities over, but if you could pull this off it would be worth it. Anything for Michael. Maybe he can take care of it for you once you bust him out?

Probably best to not linger on it too long. I need to find him first.

A deep voice broke you from your thoughts.

“You the newbie?”

You turned to find a short, middle-aged Hispanic man standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. He looked absolutely exhausted.

“Yes sir, today is my first day.” You offered with a kind smile.

“Alright, you’re with me today. Name’s Martin. I’ll show you around, it’s pretty easy to get lost in here. Big place.” He said as he waved you over and started down the hallway. You scrambled to follow behind him, suddenly nervous about the whole ordeal. You had figured there would be some kind of training, but what you hadn’t expected was to spend the entire shift with someone else. How were you going to sneak off to find Michael if this guy was following you around? You had been so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice Martin trying to speak to you.

“Hey, are you even listening to me? You aren’t gonna learn shit if you don’t pay attention, and you’ll be on your own tomorrow.” He huffed, his annoyance evident.

Shit.

“I’m sorry,” you offered, “I just got a little distracted. What’s up with all of these guards? Is there someone really dangerous here or something?” You asked as casually as you could, trying to avoid suspicion.

“Ah yeah, you haven’t heard? They finally caught that Myers guy. I work the wing he’s held in and it’s always crawling with those goons. Somehow they manage to leave an even bigger mess than the patients do.” He replied shaking his head, a deep frown settled on his face. Martin suddenly stopped in front of a storage closet, and pulled out a cleaning cart before continuing down the hallway. Maybe being stuck with Martin was a blessing in disguise. It was a stroke of luck that you were going to be able to waltz right into that section of the sanitarium without question. You decided to see what else you could get out of him.

“No, I haven’t heard anything about that. I don’t even know who you’re talking about. What did he do?” You asked, feigning ignorance.

Martin stopped dead in his tracks, looking at you with surprise.

“Wait, you’ve never heard of Michael Myers?”

“No, I can’t say I have.” You lied.

Still looking incredibly shocked, Martin looked away from you and continued down the seemingly never ending corridor. He hadn’t been lying, this damned place was like a maze. After a while of walking in an uncomfortable silence, you had thought you’d really messed up. You’ve never been very good at lying.

“You know I’m honestly pretty surprised you haven’t even heard of him. I thought by now everyone had.” He finally said.

“Oh really?” You answered, maybe a little too quickly. “I’ve only lived in Illinois for a few weeks.”

Martin hummed in response. There were a few more moments of silence before the two of you had stopped in front of a large set of double doors. Security guards were posted on either side of it, likely a checkpoint. Martin held up his badge and instinctively you had done the same. The guard inspecting the badges looked you over, raising his brow.

“Well well, who do we have here? I haven’t seen you before.” He smiled, licking his lips.

Is he flirting with me? Ugh.

You forced a smile, and just as you were about to introduce yourself Martin interjected.

“This is the new custodian, I’m showing them around today. Can you just let us through, please? We have a lot of work to get done.”

“Damn Ortiz, lighten up a little. Just having some fun is all.” The guard laughed.

Martin didn’t seem impressed, just letting out a long sigh as the two of you pushed through the checkpoint. Once you were far enough away, Martin turned to you with a serious look.

“Don’t go anywhere with that guy without someone else around, you understand?”

You simply nodded, you didn’t need to be told twice. You didn’t want to be anywhere near him anyway.

“Alright then, let's get to work.”

To say there was a lot to be done was an understatement. You were only a couple hours in, and you now understood why Martin looked so tired. This is fucking exhausting. You had only cleaned out a little over half of a single hallway, and you had three more to go. Hopefully you would find Michael soon. It had been far too long since you had seen him. Touched him. Going just a single day without Michael around was difficult, surviving the month without him had been unbearable.

The two of you had worked in relative silence, only really speaking when you had to. Once the two of you had finished the hallway you were working on, Martin motioned for you to come sit down next to him.

“I figure it’s time for a break, you look like shit already.” He chuckled, taking a couple of bottles of water off the cart and handing you one.

You snatched the water from him, shooting him a half-hearted glare.

“You’re the one that looks like shit, Martin.” You joked, “Thank you for the water.”

Martin nodded, a small smile on his face. After the two of you had caught your breath for a moment, Martin turned to look at you.

“What is it?

“You still curious about Michael Myers?” He asked.

You perked up immediately.

“Yeah, I am. You finally ready to spill?”

Martin looked around, then turned back to you and nodded.

“Alright, fine. So apparently the guy killed his sister and step-father when he was a kid and wound up in here.” He whispered. “Then two years ago, he broke out of here and the killing hasn’t stopped since.”

“What! That’s wild!” You whisper-yelled, widening your eyes in mock surprise. Of course, you already knew all of that. Probably better than anyone else, but you weren’t going to give Martin a reason to suspect you. You still hadn’t found Michael yet, the longer you could stay under the radar, the better.

“Yeah, people around here call him ‘The Boogeyman’. Dr. Loomis calls him the devil in his books.” Martin replied.

“What do you call him?” You asked, curious about what he thought about your lover.

Martin looked away for a moment, seemingly thinking about it before answering.

“I don’t know. I mean he’s just a guy, at the end of the day isn’t he? He seems kind of fucked up, but sick people are still just people.” He shrugged. “I guess I’d just call him Michael.”

You hummed, nodding in approval, a surprising amount of relief washing over you. It was always hard listening to people talk about Michael the way they did. Like he was a monster. Like he was something less than a human being. You were glad that at least one person in this place thought differently.

“Alright,” Martin groaned as he stood, “I guess we better get back after it if we want to get finished in this lifetime.”

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you rose to join him. He was right, you weren’t getting any closer to finding Michael just sitting around. As the two of you rounded the corner to the next hallway, you were met with a few more security guards. This looks promising. You thought to yourself. Excitement bubbled up inside you. After being allowed past them, you nodded toward the end of the hallway where there were two more guards posted outside of one of the doors.

“Is that where he is?” You asked excitedly, a wide smile spreading across your face.

“Uhh, yeah… You know you seem awfully happy about that. You okay? What’s going on?” Martin asked, a clear discomfort in his voice.

You reached out and caught his arm, stopping him and turning him toward you. Martin had grown on you. He had been kind to you throughout the day, and more importantly he had been kind when talking about Michael. He deserved any chance you could give him, no matter how small.

“Martin, I need you to listen to me carefully.” You said, your tone serious. “I need you to make an excuse, and then I need you to leave. As quickly as you can, leave the building. I need you to run.”

Martin’s eyes widened in surprise as he took a small step back.

“What are you planning?” He asked, voice quivering. He was afraid. Good. He needed to be if he had any chance of surviving.

“Martin, I’m here to get him out.” You whispered, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Are you fucking crazy?! He’ll kill us both!” Martin whisper-yelled, gaining the attention of one of the guards posted at the door.

“What in the hell are the two of you doing? Don’t you have work to do?” The guard asked, his eyes narrowed, looking at you suspiciously.

As you turned back to look at Martin, your emotions started to get the better of you. You were so close! He is right there! Just behind that door. With hot tears threatening to spill over, you begged him.

“I love him, please help me. Please.”

Running his hand through his hair, Martin looked around, thinking it over. Thinking hard.

“I don’t know, this just doesn’t seem right.” He whispered.

“Martin, please! This is the only way. Once he sees I’m here, there won’t be any stopping him. Please, this is your only chance.”

Just as the guard started to approach you two, Martin finally gave in, nodding. His hands were shaking violently, and it was his turn to beg you.

“Please don’t let him kill me.” He whispered, his voice small.

“All you have to do is run. After they open the door, run. Like your life depends on it. Because it does.”

Martin took a deep breath, then motioned to the guards to open the door.

“Go ahead and let them in, I’ve got to run to the supply closet and grab a few things. I’ll be back shortly.” Martin declared, sounding a lot braver than he actually felt.

“I don’t think so Ortiz, you’re acting strange. Besides, I don’t even know who this is.” He said, motioning toward you. His eyes still narrowed as he approached you and looked you over. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening as you looked back at Martin.

“They’re new, first day on. I’m training them.”

“Well that doesn’t explain your behavior, what’s going on with you ‘ya big baby? You look like you’re ready to piss yourself.” The guard laughed, mockingly.

“Come on man, I’m like this every time I have to go in there and you know it. The guy makes me nervous. Can you just let them in so we can get started?” Martin explained, quickly glancing between you and the guard.

“Alright, alright. Fine Ortiz, don’t get your panties in a wad.” He said, giving the other security officer the okay to unlock the door. “I’ll even go with you to the storage closet. Make sure the big bad boogeyman doesn’t get you.” He laughed, talking to Martin as if he were a child.

What an asshole.

Martin ignored him, instead turning his attention to you.

“Alright, go on in and get started. Good luck.”

You nodded back at him. With a small smile, you mouthed a genuine ‘thank you’ as you watched them leave. After taking a deep breath you turned around and began walking to the door. It took everything you had not break into a full sprint, and you could feel yourself speeding up a little with every step you took.

“Okay, I’m ready to go in.” You said, not even bothering to look at the guard. You were too busy looking through the small window on the door, your heart swelling with affection and an impatient longing as your gaze fell on your lover. Michael was sitting at a small desk with his back to the door. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. A loud click was heard, and then the door was open. Finally, there was nothing standing between you and Michael. Without hesitation, you burst into the room and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Michael!” You sobbed, “Michael I’m here.”

A rough hand grabbed your wrist hard as Michael turned around to face you. Perhaps you had been too impatient. Michael rose from his seat, wrenching your hand away from him and throwing you to the floor. Soon he was on top of you, choking you with bruising strength. You looked up at him, eyes desperately pleading for him to stop. For him to recognize you. Your hands flew up to his wrists as you tried to remove the vice grip on your neck, but it was in vain. Your vision began to blur, and you had begun to accept that maybe this was it. At least I got to see you again, Michael. You thought to yourself as you reached up to cup his face with your hand. There was no point in fighting back, you knew you couldn’t win. So you decided to offer him a small comfort in your final moments, a sign that you loved him still, even now as he took your life. Your life belonged to him anyways, that had been decided the moment the two of you had met. If you had to die, at least it would be in his arms. By his hand. Looking into his eyes. A small smile formed on your face as your body began to still. Just as you were about to black out, Michael released his hold on your neck. You began to cough as you took greedy, painful gulps of air. Trying to ignore the burning in your lungs, you looked up at Michael and placed your other hand on his face cupping his cheeks tenderly.

“Michael…” You croaked, “I’ve missed you so much.”

He just stared at you for a moment, before placing his hands on yours and closing his eyes, relishing in your warmth. Your touch. He had missed you too. Your tears were flowing freely now, as you looked him over. They very clearly hadn’t been taking care of him. He looked pale and malnourished, dark circles under his eyes. And they had taken his mask. Michael’s secret. His safety, gone. Your relief quickly turned into rage, and a deep bitterness took root. What kind of a place is this? Who treats people like this? You didn’t have long to think it over before the room was full of people--doctors and guards alike--each one of them gawking at the two of you like this was the strangest thing they had ever seen. Like the two of you were a cheap road-side attraction. Their mouths hanging wide open in shock at Michael’s display of affection. That only made you angrier. Michael slowly opened his eyes and rose, extending a hand to you. You gladly took it and shuffled safely behind him. One of the doctors cautiously approached the two of you, sedative in hand.

“Michael… It’s time to take your meds…” He said, shakily.

Michael tilted his head as he watched the much smaller man approach. As soon as he was in Michael’s reach, he was dead. The needle he carried, now embedded in his eye socket. The guards sprang into action and latched onto him, trying to weigh him down. Normally, this wouldn’t have stopped him, but Michael was tired. Running on fumes. He probably needed your help. You frantically looked around the room for something you could use as the rest of the doctors flooded in, sedatives in hand. Your eyes landed on a metal chair that had been knocked to the floor in the chaos. Without hesitation, you picked it up and whacked one of them as hard as you could with it. Like squashing a bug. Suddenly all eyes were on you, everyone seemingly surprised by your actions. What in the hell did they think you would do? Let them put him back under when you had worked so hard trying to get him out? Yeah right. Luckily, this was enough of a distraction for Michael to force his way out of the guards grasp easily, wrapping his hands around their throats and squeezing until they cracked. One by one, the staff fell until there was no one left. It was time to get the fuck out of there.

You followed Michael out into the hallway and took a look around. It seemed that the coast was, momentarily, clear. I hope Martin made it out. You thought to yourself. Surely he had enough time. You shook the thought out of your head, there was no time to worry about Martin. You needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. Glancing at the windows in the corridor, you saw that the sun was beginning to set. Good. Sneaking out will be so much easier in the dark.

“Michael, do you know the way out?” You asked quietly, “I’m not sure if I remember all of it. This place is pretty confusing.”

He turned to look at you, head tilting to the side. It was a silent question.

How did you get in here to begin with?

“I promise I’ll explain everything later Michael, please we need to go.” You begged.

Surprisingly, he didn’t argue with you. He simply nodded and took your hand, tugging you through a series of winding corridors that looked vaguely familiar but strangely foreign all at once. This place is fucking horrible. As you rounded another corner, you finally saw something you recognized. The security checkpoint. You also saw someone you recognized. Martin.

Shit.

The moment you had locked eyes with Martin, his widened in shock. He had clearly thought he had more time. Without hesitation, Martin broke into a full sprint straight through the security checkpoint. Unfortunately, that had caught Michael’s attention. Not a surprising outcome, Michael always did enjoy a good chase, but unfortunate nonetheless. You doubted you could do anything for him now, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to try, right?

“Michael, do you see those two guards there? The ones standing to the left?” You asked, hoping to distract him. It seemed to work briefly, as he glanced at them before fixing his gaze back on Martin’s retreating form.

“That one flirted with me on the way in,” you pointed, “and that one was just rude.”

That seemed to get his attention.

Michael turned to face the guards. Red hot anger surged through him. Who did they think they were? He stared at them for what felt like hours, the tension in the air was tangible. Slowly, Michael stalked towards the flirty one, he would be the first to go. Michael wanted the rude one afraid. It would be more fun that way. And afraid he was as he watched Michael wrap his hands around the other guards throat and bash his head into the wall. Michael didn’t stop until nothing but a dark, viscous puddle remained. The man's skull, completely demolished. The guard was paralyzed with fear, his feet firmly planted. A horrified wail left his trembling lips as Michael turned his attention to him. You almost laughed when you noticed he had wet himself.

And to think he called Martin a baby, what a joke.

“What’s the matter? I thought you weren’t afraid of the big, bad boogeyman.” You mocked, eyes narrowed.

Michael’s gaze shifted to you, a ghost of a smile danced across his lips. Your behavior was amusing, it wasn’t like you to be so vindictive. Openly mocking someone else’s fear. He loved it.

You never stopped surprising him.

He had really, truly, missed you.

Being caged inside this place again had been a nightmare. It had been far worse than the last time, and it was all because he had met you. Those 17 years before he met you were nothing compared to this one long month away. Michael never could have imagined how much not having you around would affect him. At first he felt nothing but pure, unadulterated rage. He had been sloppy. It was unacceptable. The next emotion, however, was an unexpected one. There was a profound sadness, followed by an intense loneliness that threatened to swallow him whole. Thinking of you had only seemed to make the uncomfortable feeling stronger and harder to manage, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop. What were you doing? Were you taking care of yourself? Did you miss him too?

Just when had he fallen in so deep?

Whimpering, the guard dropped to his knees begging for mercy you knew he wouldn’t receive. Michael stalked toward him, gently taking his face into his hands. Michael had an almost serene look on his face as he slowly plunged his thumbs into the man's eyes, his lips curved upward in a small smile as he welcomed the agonized screaming that followed.

And as horrible as the scene before you was, all you could think of was how beautiful Michael looked in that moment.

Finally, the screaming had stopped and Michael had dropped the man's body to the ground, turning his attention to you once more. He had caught you staring, but you couldn’t seem to tear your gaze from his. His head tilted in amusement as he reached out to you, and your hand went to his automatically. There was nothing to think about, you had yearned for his touch for so long. Michael pulled you toward him, strong arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in your hair. You gave in quickly, closing your eyes to savor the tender moment. Who knows when you would get another like it?

After a while Michael finally started to pull away, but not completely. His hands trailed up your arms gently as he stared into your eyes, his gorgeous blues were crystal clear as he peered into your very soul. Michael carefully brought his hands up to rest beneath your jawline, tilting your head upwards and guiding your lips to his. You instantly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands to rest on his chest. Each time Michael kissed you was like the first time. It was electric. Irresistible. Eventually, as the two of you came up for air, Michael pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes. A silent thank you. You pecked his nose as his eyes fluttered open once again, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“Come on Michael, let's go home.”

By the time the two of you exited the building it was pitch black out, and Martin was nowhere to be seen. Good, he got away. Now it’s our turn. You could hear police sirens in the distance as you made your way to the car. They grew ever closer as your hands shook violently in an attempt to get the doors unlocked. Your nerves were finally starting to get the better of you. Michael took your hands in his own, squeezing gently as he took the keys from you. He had the door open in seconds, his hands steady and his breathing even. How in the hell is he always so calm? By the time you both were safely inside, the police sirens were so close they were almost deafening. Red and blue lights illuminating the dark street as they approached the main gate. Michael grabbed you and ducked your head as the police swarmed the parking lot, the majority of them heading inside ready to face a threat that no longer existed within the sanitarium. Once the coast was relatively clear, Michael put the car in drive and started toward the main entrance.

Maybe you could just coast right through?

You knew that was most likely just wishful thinking, but you trusted Michael’s judgement. He wouldn’t put you in danger willingly. Not without a plan. As the two of you made it to the gate, the guard stepped out of his booth, shining a flashlight in your face.

“Where do you two think you’re going? Place is on lockdown. Nobody leaves.”

Doing your best to keep your composure, you turned to face the guard with a nervous smile.

“Oh, I didn’t realize. My shift ended not too long ago. We were just going home.”

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, before turning his gaze toward your lover.

“And who is that?”

“Oh, this is my husband. He came to pick me up.” You said, gesturing to Michael. “Today was my first day, and it got crazy pretty quick.” You laughed mirthlessly. “Can we please just go? I don’t really want to stick around, it’s not safe here.” You goaded, desperate to be on the other side of that gate and far away from this hellish place.

“You’re right about that. There’s a maniac on the loose.” He chuckled. After taking a quick look around, he shockingly complied.

“Alright, let me check your credentials and then you’re free to go. You know, it’s probably better this way. We need to keep civilians away from the scene anyway.”

“Yes, thank you!” You exclaimed. Relieved and extremely surprised, you handed him your papers and badge.

After looking them over, he smiled and handed them back to you.

“Okay, everything seems to check out. You two be careful now.”

“You too, thanks again.” You beamed, as the gates started to open. You were finally able to relax as Michael pulled onto the street, letting out an exasperated laugh. Finally, you were on your way.

I cannot believe it was that easy.

He was finally coming home.

#rz michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #slasher x reader #my writing

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hornime · 3 years

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HIT ME LIKE YOU HATE ME | IWAIZUMI HAJIME X F!READER

a/n: hello everyone i just want to let you know that i have contracted a dangerously contagious disease called obsession-with-hard!dom-iwa and unfortunately there is no cure :( anyway here is a drabble because my brain is,, rotting

warnings: 18+, timeskip!iwaizumi, IMPACT PLAY (what can i say i’m a kinky lil shit), kinda dom/sub dynamics, use of “sir”

thinking about olympic trainer iwaizumi that just had a shitty practice with the boys. the team was off their game and morale got even worse when some old injuries (that he swore he’d assigned the treatment for) flared up. the coaches were pissed, the players were pissed, and needless to say, he was pissed, because if there’s one thing that sets him off more than anything, its not doing a job right the first time.

there’s a red hot anger that’s pumping like blood through his veins, and he needs to take it out on something.

or someone.

you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone when the front door creaks open, barely able to lift your head and get out a word of greeting before his warm palm is pressing into your neck.

“had a bad day, baby,” he mutters into your hair, pulling you close with his other arm. he brushes his lips along the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “might need to be a little harsher than usual.”

you hum a little, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and trying to ignore the rush of arousal pooling in your stomach at the gravel in his tone.

he steps back, allowing some space between the two of you so he can see your face. this grip on your neck slackens and he lifts your chin to make eye contact. “that sound good?”

you nod, leaning your head into his touch. he pulls his hand away and you let out a little whine. there’s not a trace of sympathy in his eyes as he speaks.

“words, baby. what’s your color?”

“green,” you whisper airily. you clear your throat, embarrassed at how desperate you sound. “green.”

something ignites in his pupils, and you swear you can see them glint with lust. “take your clothes off. face down, ass up on the bed.”

you open your mouth to speak, but he’s already turning away and unzipping his jacket. you hear his voice call out to you as you make your way to the bedroom: “and hands behind your back.”

you pause, heart racing and clit throbbing at the implication of his words. “yes sir.”

you’re in the position iwaizumi ordered you to be in, back arched at an angle that has your cheek smushed into the pillow and the curve of your ass teasingly high in the air. your weight shifts between your thighs in impatience, the hell is taking him so damn long, and you’re so caught up in your own head that you don’t even notice him entering the room.

“stop fucking moving.” you freeze as his gruff voice enters your ears, calloused fingers brushing against your trembling thighs. something leathery brushes against your skin and you gasp as the fabric of his belt is wrapped around your wrists, cruelly binding them together.

“sorry,” you breathe, exhaling onto the pillow below you.

his palm comes hot and heavy onto your ass cheek, and you yelp at the sudden pain flaring through your body. “did i say you could fucking talk?”

you shake your head weakly, biting at your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any more noise.

“that’s what i thought.” he smacks your ass again and you jerk forward, smothering your face into the comforter so that you don’t moan. “count.”

“one!” you cry out as he hits you again, a blunt soreness spreading through your backside. you shudder at the sensation of his palms rubbing the flesh, wishing he’d touch your neglected cunny instead, which is drooling pathetically into your panties.

“god, i had such a fucking shit day today. just wanna,” his palm makes contact with your ass again, your skin rippling at the impact. “just wanna break something.”

you choke out a “two!” as he’s hitting you again, your brain becoming increasingly jumbled as numbers tumble out from between your lips and the sounds of skin-on-skin fills the air.

at spank seven, your upper body collapses, and your knees barely support your ass as iwaizumi continues his barrage. each strike of his palm forces you forward on the bed, your frame being helplessly manipulated to his will. the push and pull of your cunt drags your clit just right on the blanket, and you barely comprehend the coil of an orgasm building in your pussy until spank thirteen.

but by then, you’re too far gone to do anything about it.

a small “fifteen!” escapes your parted lips, glossy with drool, and you’re absolutely fucked, completely unable to control yourself as the muscles in your stomach clench tight and your pussy twitches involuntarily. a thought of holy shit i’m cumming flashes through your mind, but is quickly replaced by the overwhelming pleasure that’s shooting through your body. your wails and moans are muffled as your bury your head, your bound hands clutching futilely at air.

your mind’s far too hazy to notice that iwaizumi’s stopped his actions entirely, standing straight at the edge of the bed with his hands down at his sides as he gazes at you with a sick sense of satisfaction.

“baby,” he purrs, his palms trailing heavily up your sides. there’s a semblance of amusement threading through the rough irritation of his voice that he’d entered the room with: “did you just cum?”

you nod, tears of humiliation and arousal streaking down your cheeks. “’m sorry sir, i didn’t mean to.” you tense as his touch leaves your back, preparing for another explosion of pain on your already-raw ass, this time as punishment, but you’re surprised (and slightly disappointed) when his hands move to your calves instead.

he’s on his knees in front of your cunt, peering in wonder at the way your weeping hole tightens around nothing. you whimper in humiliation, trying to squirm away from the ravenous way he’s looking at you, like a predator at its prey, but he’s wrapped his hands around the front of your thighs, keeping you still.

“such a naughty girl, enjoying a spanking enough to cum from it,” he tuts, hot breath fanning against your pussy. you whimper out another apology, but he shushes you. “s’alright, baby. ‘m not in a bad mood anymore, anyway.”

you shudder as he flattens his tongue against you, flicking lightly at your sensitive clit. “actually, now i’m in a good mood.”

you can practically see his grin as he tugs you closer, teasing your hole with the pads of his fingers: “and you know how much i love making you cum when i’m in a good mood.”

#kinky.inky #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #tw.impact play

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corpsehusband-simp · 3 years

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Oops pt.2

A/N Hello! I am so sorry I didn't post last week i got slammed at work and by the time I got home my brain was absolute much. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do. There will be a part 3! I hadn't planned on this being a series but I'm glad it has been!

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Cursing, Mentions of anxiety.

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Pt.1

You nervously bounced your foot as you waited for your plane to land. After your call with Corpse, you found a flight that was two weeks out, which gave you both time to prepare for the trip and time to freak out.

Two weeks ago

“No, I don’t think you guys understand he wants me to fly to America and spend a week with him!” you were currently on a group call with Felix and Sean as you frantically paced around your room.

“Why are you freaking out Y/N isn’t this a good thing?” Felix laughed into the phone and Sean agreed.

“Yes this is an amazing thing I’ve been crushing on him for like...ever but what if I get there and he realized he doesn’t like me at all. I mean yes we’ve been friends for a while and it seems like we have great chemistry but what if when were in person it all goes away. What then? Then ill be stuck in California for a week.” You took in a deep breath after your anxious rant.

“Y/N, hun listen to me,” you look back at the phone seeing your brother had his serious face on. “You are beautiful, incredibly smart, and hilarious, if corpse doesn’t see that then it’s his loss. Plus if for some reason it doesn’t work out you can always go hang out with Mark, Amy, and Ethan. I’m sure they would be stoked to see you.” You sniffle and wipe your hands on your thighs.

“Thank you guys, I seriously don’t know what I would do without you.”

Present Day

You walk slowly through the terminal, pulling your suitcase behind you as you try to navigate your way to Corpse. You pause near one of the doors and nervously bite your lip as you look at your phone desperately trying to find Corpse.

“I forgot how overwhelming America is” You mumble to yourself. You yelp feeling two arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“I hope it isn’t too overwhelming” you heard a familiar deep voice whisper into your ear. Quickly you turn around, you didn’t know if it was from excitement, nervousness, or both.

“Well with you I’m sure it will be a little less overwhelming.” Corpse chuckles and you practically go weak in the knees, if he wasn’t holding you you probably would have crumbled to the floor. His laugh was already heart-stopping over the phone but in person, you might as well be dead.

“Why don’t we get you home, you must be exhausted.” Corpse grabs your suitcase with one hand and wrapped the other around your shoulder as you walk to his car.

“Thank you Corpse. I’m seriously so excited to be here. I’ve never been to America before and I’m glad my first Is with you.” He looks down at you with a huge smile.

“I didn’t know this was your first time here. I know jack has been here before so I figured you had too.” you chuckle and play with the ring on one of his fingers.

“That darling is a fair assumption but no, unfortunately, I’ve been working my ass off at University.” Corpse looked at you a little shocked.

“University? How in the hell do you balance youtube, streaming, and university?” Corpse asks opening the door to his car for you and puts your bag in the back. Once you’re both in the car you take a deep breath and look at his as he begins driving.

“It’s been hell I’m not gonna lie. Sometimes I feel like dropping all of it. Saying fuck all and not having to deal with it anymore.” Corpse turns his hand and laces your fingers together.

“Well, I’m glad you haven’t said fuck all to youtube and streaming because then I probably wouldn’t have met you.” A deep blush rises to your cheeks and you kiss the top of his hand.

“You are quite the charmer aren’t you.” Corpse chuckles and gives your hand a gentle squeezes your hand. “But for what it’s worth I’m glad I didn’t as fuck all as well.” Corpse pulls up to his apartment and looks at you.

“Home sweet home.” You hum and unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Home sweet home.” Corpse Grabs your bag and returns his hand back to yours. It felt so natural being with him. He opens the door, leading you inside.

“It’s not much but it’s home.” You could tell he was getting nervous by the way his voice sounded, you’ve gotten good at noticing it when you guys were streaming. No one else seemed to notice it but you always did and made sure to message him letting him know that you were there and everything is okay.

“Hey, darling it’s lovely, and it smells like you which I absolutely love.” You say turning towards him with a warm smile. “Why don’t you show me around love?” He smiles body relaxing a little.

“Well, this is the living room and kitchen. You can help yourself to whatever you want. I called Jack and asked him what kind of foods you liked. It was hard to find some of them since they are only in Europe, But I found what I could.” You bite your lip and look up at him.

“That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Corpse smiles and brushes his thumb on your cheek.

“You deserve it, now come on let’s get you settled in.” He leads you to his room and sets down your bag. “The room across the hall is where I record and that one in the bathroom. You can sleep in my room and if you’re more comfortable I can sleep on the couch.” You shake your head and bump him with your shoulder.

“Nonsense, we can sleep in the same bed corpse.” He tries to bite back a smile and nods.

“Okay. Now, why don’t we both change into something more comfortable, ill order some take out and we can spend the rest of the night catching up and hanging out.

You pull your knees into your chest and look at Corpse. You had just gotten your food and he was in the kitchen grabbing you both a beer. As he sits back down he turns his body so he was mostly facing you.

“If you did say fuck all where would you go?” you sit back and think for a moment, picking at the label on your beer bottle.

“I would go everywhere. Seen everything. Paris, Japan, Egypt all of it.” Corpse hums.

“I like that, if I didn’t have so much anxiety Id want to do something like that.” You bite your lip before smiling.

“Why don’t we go together? We can save up and slowly travel all over. I started by coming here to America to see you, Next, you can come to London and meet Jack and Felix. Only if you are comfortable of course. If not then I will happily keep you all to myself and secretly show you all around.” Corpse thinks for a moment before nodding.

“I like that idea. Where will we go after that?”

“You get to pick since I’m dragging you to London” Corpse chuckles and takes a bite of his food before responding.

“I’d hardly call it dragging, lets go to Japan.”

“Japan sounds like a blast, Gab and jack should definitely come with us on that one. Gab used to live there.”

“It’s a double date then.” Your cheeks flush.

“We have mighty expensive taste in dates.” You both laugh until Corpse reaches forward, his pinky finger sticking out.

“Promise we will actually do all of this. Me and you. You make me feel so calm and somehow can ease my anxiety with the simple sound of your voice. Fuck Y/N you make me want to leave my house and do things like go to Disney and travel the world.” You take in a deep breath and lean in close wrapping your pinky around corpses.

“Hey” your voice is soft and calming. “I promise you we will do all of these things. Together. I will be right by your side and if you get overwhelmed we will slow it all down.” You kiss your thumb and look at Corpse, he smiles kissing him as well and you press your thumbs together.

As you guys continue to talk you keep trying to fight back yawns until Corpse finally stands up and holds out his hands.

“Come on you sleepy little leprechaun lets go to bed.” You gasp and playfully swat his hand.

“How rude I’m going to tell my brother to hide all of our gold at the end of our rainbow” You make your accent even thicker as you stand wrapping your arms around him as you walk to his room. Once you are both all settled in bed you rest your chin on Corpses chest looking up at him gently pushing some of his black hair out of his face. “We will have to go to Ireland as well. It’s beautiful there, there’s so much green.” Corpse mimics your movements and tucks a piece of Y/C/H behind your ear.

“Id like that a lot beautiful.” You feel butterflies fill your stomach. You guys stay there for a moment looking at each other before you both start to lean in.

The kiss started slow and sweet, you both testing the waters but slowly Corpse runs his hands down your sides and pulled you so you were straddling his waist, deepening the kiss more. You both pull back reluctantly to catch your breaths. You chuckle and lay your forehead against his.

“You are going to make it very hard to go back to London.” You half-joke but deep down you already felt the ache in your chest start to grow. Corpse leans forward and kisses you softly.

“Hey let's not think about that just yet okay? Let's focus on now and our trip to Disney okay?” You nod and kiss him another kiss before cuddling back into his chest.”Goodnight my little leprechaun.” You snort and snack his chest.

“Goodnight you little booger.”

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procrastinatingnerd · 3 years

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Hi everyone! So this was my first time taking part in the @osemanversebigbang but I had so much fun!! I can't wait to read everyone's entries! 💜

Title: Angel Rahimi And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Lunch Break

Characters: Angel, Juliet, Rowan, Jimmy, Lister, Bliss, two of Angel’s future uni friends (OCs).

Spoilers? Minor spoilers of important events in “I Was Born For This”.

Word Count: 3.6k

Ships: Bicci, one joke about Juliet/Rowan.

~Joan of Arc (Probably)

“I am so fucking tired”

“Right, time’s up, put your pens down.” The exam officer says from the front of the room. I scribble one last sentence before my hand gives out, and I all but throw my pen onto the desk, sighing as dramatically as I can. This week is a fucking nightmare. Exams and assignments are the piss. Fuck uni, I’m ready to drop out. Or drop dead. Either works, honestly.

As I leave the exam hall, I walk past some people from the students’ union. They’re handing out flyers for the Christmas ball next week. My housemates are all planning on going, but my friends and I planned our present swap for that night, so we’re going to spend it eating a fuck ton of snacks and watching the cheesiest Christmas films we can find. I can’t wait, I bought them each a bag of their favourite sweets from the American candy shop, it's going to be so much fun!

But that’s next week. Right now, all I want is to sit at a table that doesn’t have an exam paper on it, and eat something very greasy and very unhealthy. There’s a pizza place just on the edge of campus, run by some of the culinary arts students, and they make the best sauce ever. It’s pretty cheap too, which makes it a favourite for most people, especially at the end of a semester, when everyone’s bank accounts are running low.

I have about an hour until I need to be back in the exam hall, so I take full advantage of the outdoor seating and collapse into a chair after ordering. My pizza is brought out to me not long after, and I breathe in the smell. Nothing has smelt more gorgeous than the slices sitting in front of me. It’s a surprisingly warm day, for December at least, and for a moment, everything feels calm. I can hear a bird singing in a tree somewhere, other students are hanging around campus, most with their noses in their phones or in textbooks, and I actually let myself relax for a bit. I’ve done all the revision I can for this next exam, and I’m in desperate need of a break. I deserve this.

I pick up my first slice of pizza, and bring it up to my mouth. As I’m about to take a bite, however, my phone rings. I put the pizza down with a sigh and answer the phone without looking at who’s calling. Mum probably sensed I wasn’t doing any work, and is calling to check up on me.

“Hello?” I say tiredly.

“Angel, hi! Is this a good time??” I grin at the sound of Juliet’s voice.

“Hell yeah, it’s a perfect time! What’s up?”

“Wait, you don’t know why I’m calling?” Juliet says hesitantly. Shit. What have I forgotten now? I know it’s not her birthday. Wait, is it mine?? I swear exams rot your brain, have I actually forgotten my own birthday?

“No…?” I ask after internally monologuing for way too long.

“Oh my god, you don’t know??” Juliet screeches in my ear, “Angel go look at your phone, it’s urgent!”

Now very concerned, I put Juliet on speaker and, for the first time all morning, actually read the notifications filling my lock screen. I open the Twitter news one, and my mouth drops open in shock.

“Holy shit.”

On my screen is a news article with a headline that reads, “THE ARK’S JIMMY KAGA-RICCI AND LISTER BIRD’S SECRET RELATIONSHIP EXPOSED”, and just below it sits a large photo of Jimmy and Lister, standing outside a pub, kissing. I don’t believe it.

“Holy fu- Hold on a second. Mate, isn’t that the pub by Piero’s house?!” I say, bringing my phone as close to my face as I can, as if that’ll help me see better. There’s a loud shuffling noise on the other end of the line, and then I hear a gasp.

“Oh my god, you’re right!” Juliet says. “Rowan said they were going on holiday, but I thought he meant abroad or something.” I smile at that. Ever since our little jaunt to Kent last summer, Juliet and I have kept in touch with the boys. We even have a group chat now; us and them and even Bliss is in it. I’m so glad we stayed friends.

At first, Rowan was really quiet, and if he did speak he and Juliet would almost always end up arguing, but they’ve been getting along quite well lately. I’m not saying I ship it or anything, I’ve learnt my lesson there, but I have to say, fangirl-to enemies-to lovers would make a wicked fanfiction trope.

“Did you see any of this coming?” Juliet continues. “Surely Jimmy would have said something to you?”

“He said he was dating someone, but didn’t want to give details because they were taking things slow. Well, that and that celebrity phone hacking scandal freaked him right the fuck out, remember?” I say.

"That's

right, he stopped talking on the group chat for like two weeks, didn’t he?” Juliet giggles back. “Well, nevertheless, I’m happy for them. They’re cute together.”

“Yeah, they are.” I grin again. “Oh my god, poor Rowan though! I’d hate to live with a couple, especially a new one! It’d be nauseating.”

“Oh I know, right? And imagine what’ll happen when they have their first fight!” Juliet gasps again. I shudder at the thought.

“I’m muting the group chat when that happens.” I joke.

“Not a bad idea.” Juliet laughs back, then pauses. “Oh, Angel, I’m sorry I’ve got the get going, but do you want to skype later?”

“Yeah, no problem! I’ve got a revision session at 6, but I should be free by 9ish?”

“Sounds perfect! See you then!” Juliet says, and with that, she’s gone, and I’m back to sitting alone with my pizza.

Jimmy and Lister. Holy shit. I don’t think anyone in the fandom saw this coming. Everything has been about Jowan, since the fandom started growing it’s the only ship that ever existed. No one bothered writing fics about any other pairings. The only Jimmy/Lister fics I ever came across were platonic ones, and even they made sure to mention Jimmy’s boyfriend Rowan.

Oh god, I hope they’re okay. The fans got so crazy when Bliss and Rowan’s relationship was exposed. Jimmy/Lister is the final nail in the Jowan coffin. Jimmy must be having the panic attack of his life! I’ve got to-

My phone rings again.

I look down at the screen, and see Jimmy’s name. I take a deep breath, and answer.

“Jimmy, hi! How are-”

“Have you seen it??”

“Yes.”

“Oh god. This isn’t how we wanted to tell you guys.”

“You sure? Because getting caught by the national press worked so well for you last time.” I tease. Silence. Oops, probably not the best thing to remind him of right now.

“Jimmy, you still there?” I say carefully. There’s a slight rustle on his end, which means he probably just nodded. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise. The fans will move on. They already did with Jowan, right?”

“But what if something happens again? Something like-”

“It won’t. You guys have better security now, and you’re doing less public events. You’re going to be fine.” I hope and pray that I’m saying the right things. Jimmy and I have gotten close lately, but I’m nowhere near as good at helping him deal with his anxiety as Rowan and Lister are. There’s more silence, until finally, Jimmy speaks again.

“Okay. Yeah. Yeah I think you’re right. Thanks, Angel.”

“Course I’m right! If there’s one thing I know, it’s fandom drama.” Jimmy laughs, and I grin back. “And don’t forget, you’re not alone in this. This is happening to Lister too, and no doubt Rowan and Bliss will be there to help you. Just talk to them.”

“Thank you Angel, I’ll go do that now.”

“Perfect! Love you Jim, I’ll text you later.” I say, and the call ends.

He’ll be okay. He’s got too many people who love him not to be. I take another breath and put my phone down on the table. As soon as I do, however, it buzzes again, and I see Jimmy is trying to facetime me. Now very concerned, I answer it and hold the phone up so he can see my face properly.

“Jimmy, are you okay, what’s happened??” I ask anxiously, but he looks fine. He looks at me with a confused expression.

“Nothing, I’m just talking to the others, like you said.” He says. It’s only me and him on the call. I stare at him in silence for a moment.

“Jimmy, mate… I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not any of them” I say slowly, and to my surprise, Jimmy laughs.

“Yeah I know, but I was kind of hoping to have you here, too, if that’s okay?” He says sheepishly. “It’s okay if you’re busy, it’s just that… I don’t know, you’re good with this stuff and you make me feel calm? Sorry, I know that’s a lot to just dump on you.” Jimmy doesn’t look at me directly, and I start to feel tears in my eyes.

“Well damn, Jim, I guess if you truly love me that much, I can stick around for a bit.” I laugh, and quickly glance at the time. “My lunch break is only halfway over, anyway, so I have plenty of time to hang out while you talk to the others.”

Jimmy seems to let out a breath, like he’d been holding it, and grins.

Just as I’m about to start talking again, I hear a ping, and Lister’s face appears on screen, followed by Rowan and Bliss.

“Hey Jimjam, you okay?” Rowan asks, looking as calm as ever. “Oh hey Angel.” He adds. I give him an awkward smile.

“Wait, Angel's here?” Bliss interrupts before Jimmy can answer. “Nice, how’s the week from hell going? Didn’t think we’d hear from you until you’d made it through.”

“Yeah it’s rough, but I’m getting there. This is a welcome distraction though.” I grin at her.

“So you’ve seen the pictures then. They look good, right?” Lister chimes in, before correcting himself. “I mean, it’s horrible they found us, fucking pricks, but you’ve got to admit we look good.”

“You can be so self-centred sometimes.” Bliss laughs.

“Come on Lister, this isn’t a joke.” Rowan chides him.

“Well, I guess he isn’t wrong..” Jimmy mumbles nervously and I see him smile a bit.

“See, Jimmy agrees with me!” Lister argues back at Rowan, who rolls his eyes.

“It’s still not something to laugh about.” Rowan says firmly. “Cecily’s already on damage control, cancelling some events, beefing up the security at others, and giving the tabloids hell. She’s also let your grandad know, Jimmy.”

“Wait, aren’t you guys all down there already?” I ask, confused.

“Nah we got back last night. That picture was taken when we went out for lunch the other day. Took their time printing it.” Lister says.

“Probably needed time to pad out their articles. Seriously, how can they write so many pages about two people dating?” Bliss adds.

“Probably whining about how Jowan is now well and truly dead.” Rowan rolls his eyes again. “Although I have to say, I’m pretty happy about that part.” I cringe slightly as he says that. I will never not regret being one of the Jowan fangirls.

“So Cecily’s already got a plan? That’s good, that’s a bit of a relief.” Jimmy speaks up, looking visibly more relaxed than he had sounded over the phone earlier.

“Yeah she’s got it sorted, so we can start planning our Christmas party!” Lister says, making the others groan.

“Lister what the hell makes you think we should be throwing a massive fucking party right now?!” Rowan says, his voice growing louder. Lister goes quiet, looking like he wants to shrink into his seat, before eventually speaking up again.

“Look, it doesn’t have to be anything big, I just mean… Angel, you’re gonna be in London with Juliet, right? Come over, drag Bliss with you, Jimmy can invite his grandad, Rowan you can bring Jade, and there you go, that’s our party!”

“That’s...actually a good idea.” Rowan says, surprised.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun!” Jimmy adds.

“I’m up for it, Angel, do you think Juliet will wanna come?” Bliss says.

“Hell yeah she would, let’s do it!” I reply with a massive smile on my face. Partying with Bliss and the boys sounds like the best way to spend my Christmas London trip. I’ll make sure to tell Juliet about it when I talk to her later. As I start planning all the food I’m going to bring over, and wondering what the boys’ flat will look like at Christmas, the conversation starts up again.

“You sure you’re doing alright, Jimmy? I can come back home if you need me to.” Rowan says, focusing things on the issue at hand again.

“No no, don’t worry, stay with your family. They’d kill me if I made you miss out on spending time with them.” Jimmy jokes. “I’ve got Lister here, and Cecily’s number if I need it. My head isn’t giving me too much grief right now, anyway.”

“Wait, Lister, you’re there with him?” Bliss asks.

“Yeah, check it out!” Lister says, before picking up his phone and moving. He takes us out of what I think was his room, through a hallway and comes out into a large living room, where we can see Jimmy on a sofa looking at his phone. “Say hi to the chat, Jim!”

Everyone laughs as Jimmy gives an awkward wave to Lister’s phone. Lister then hangs up and launches himself into view of Jimmy’s screen, and the two shuffle about until they’re practically sitting on top of each other, faces

squished together so the tiny phone camera captures them both. I hate how cute they look together.

“Alright, if you’re sure, Jimmy,” Rowan says, smiling for probably the first time this whole call.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Jimmy smiles back. “This whole situation is terrifying, and I’m more than ready to hide in my room and not see another mad fangirl for the rest of my life, but... if I did that we’d never get to hang out with Angel again.” He finishes, biting his lip as if unsure of whether or not the joke will hit.

“Uh..ouch!” I clap my hand on top of my heart dramatically and laugh, while the others join in. “I’ll have you know I’ve abandoned my fangirl ways. Mostly. Sort of. Okay, not completely but I’m not shipping real people anymore, so that’s something, right?!”

Lister is giving Jimmy a look of what I can only assume is pride for making a decent joke during a time of peak anxiety, Rowan has his head in his hands, probably contemplating his life choices now that Lister seems to be rubbing off on Jimmy, and Bliss still looks shocked that such a joke came out of Jimmy’s mouth, not Lister’s. When things calm down again, I check the time and speak up again.

“Well this has been fun Jim, but I’m afraid I have mad fangirl duties to be getting back to. Shrines to build, fanfiction to write, you know how it is.” I say sarcastically.

“Thanks again, Angel, for being here, and listening. And you’d better be right about that fandom drama.” Jimmy laughs again, although this time I see his smile falter a bit.

“Hey, look at me,” I say, moving as close to the screen as I can without squishing my face on it. “Things will settle down before you know it, in the meantime, we’re all here for you. You’re not alone in this.” Rowan and Bliss nod in agreement, and I see Lister hug Jimmy closer. Jimmy takes a breath and nods as well.

“Thanks Angel. And good luck with your exam. We’ll see you over the holidays.” He smiles.

“Yeah you got this Angel, go smash it!” Bliss chimes in, giving me a thumbs up and a grin. I say one last goodbye to them all, and hang up.

I look back down at my pizza, still uneaten. I need to stop letting myself get distracted during phone calls. I can eat and talk to my friends at the same time. I’m usually a master at it.

“Fereshteh!” I look up again. Either I’m going loony, or someone just said-

“FERESHTEH!” I turn around and see Mollie and Christina barrelling towards me, with the most excitement I’ve ever seen on a students’ face during exam season. They crash into my table and both start talking at once.

“Have you seen??”

“Did you know??”

“How long have they been together?!”

“Oh my god is this why you won’t tell us about what happened in Kent?!”

“Woah, easy on the interrogation! Seriously, you guys need to work on your interview skills.” I put my hands up in surrender and laugh. Mollie rolls her eyes at me.

“So? Did they tell you or what?” She asks again. I roll my eyes back at her.

“You know I don’t want to tell you guys anything about the boys. They trust me, and I’m not going to fuck that up because of some shit a tabloid prints.”

“How dare you appeal to our morality and ethics, we want gossip dammit!” Christina giggles, lightly banging her fist down on the table.

“Then stick to the Twitter pages.” I stick my tongue out at her. Mollie and Christina are two of my housemates, and are part of the Ark fandom. I never planned on telling them about Kent, but they figured out who I was thanks to the pictures of me and Jimmy on the train. I didn’t think you could tell it was me, but fangirls are like master detectives. They figured it out in less than a week. They haven’t told anyone though, they’re good mates.

“So how are you feeling about all of this? Whether you knew or not, having it out in the press like this is a lot to handle, especially after last time.” Mollie says, now in serious mode.

“It is a lot, definitely, but they’ll be fine. They’ve had this happen before and they know what to expect from the fans. I just wish I could be there for them.” I say, sitting back in my chair.

“I get

that, it must suck that you guys are so far apart now.” Christina chimes in.

“I mean it’s not like we ever lived close to each other before. The only reason we even crossed paths over the summer was because I was staying with a friend. But yeah, being away from them all is kind of hard sometimes.” I sigh dramatically, making Mollie and Christina grin.

“Are you going to visit them over Christmas?” Christina asks.

“I’m definitely going to visit my friend in London again, for a day or two, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to see the boys.” I quickly lie. “They cut back on public events but they’re still really busy most of the time. And this,” I gesture to my phone “definitely won’t help.”

“We’ll keep an eye on fandom updates for you, and try to shut any mentions of Jowan down,” Mollie says, reaching across the table and giving my hand a gentle squeeze. I squeeze hers back and give her a grateful smile. I mostly stopped interacting with the fandom after meeting the boys, reading fanfiction, and discussing theories with other fans just feels weird and creepy to do when the people you’re talking about are your friends. So it’s nice that I have Mollie and Christina looking out for them, and doing what I can’t. Christina has a pretty big following on Tumblr, and Mollie’s a Twitter ace, so I trust them to hold their ground with the fandom.

“Okay, you don’t have to give us any details, but genuinely, what do you think of Lister and Jimmy as a couple? Because I don’t think the fandom could handle a breakup.” Christina says after a while, making me laugh.

“Pfft, yeah I don’t think the boys could handle a breakup, either.” I smile. “But honestly? I think they’ll be good for each other. Lister is good at helping Jimmy relax and step out of his anxiety bubble, and Jimmy can help reign in Lister’s chaotic energy. Plus they’re freaking cute together, I mean just look at this picture!” I finish, gesturing dramatically to my phone again.

“They are so cute!” Mollie nods in agreement. “I’m actually shocked no one thought to ship them together before.”

“That’s the Jowan storm, for you,” Christina adds. “Can’t believe we ever shipped that.”

“So gross.” I shudder at the thought. Suddenly the alarm I’d set this morning went off, making us all jump.

“What’s that?” Mollie asks. I check the screen and practically leap out of my seat.

“Oh shit, my exam starts in 10 minutes!” I say, gathering my stuff up as quickly as I can. I say my goodbyes to Mollie and Christina and start running back across campus to the exam hall.

I make it just in time, much to the invigilator’s chagrin, check my bag in at the desk at the back of the hall, and collapse into my assigned seat. The exam starts, and it’s only when it does that my stomach reminds me that I never actually ate lunch. Shit.

I start to silently scold myself for being so stupid, when my mind starts drifting to the video chat with Jimmy and the others. He and Lister looked so comfortable with each other. Makes sense, they've known each other for so long. But even still, Jimmy looked so much happier once Lister sat down with him, and Lister himself practically seemed at home with Jimmy’s arms wrapped around him. I smile at my exam paper.

I’m so happy for them.

#osemanverse #i was born for this #iwbft #bicci #angel rahimi #jimmy kaga ricci #lister bird #juliet schwartz #bliss lai

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little bumps in the road (pt. 18)

Previously, on LBitR...

When Lena wakes up, this time, it’s to a scenario completely different from anything she might have expected.

For starters, she’s in handcuffs. That becomes quite apparent when she reaches over to touch the sore spot at her temple; or rather, when she tries. Her hand stops with the distinctive metallic rattle she’s unfortunately familiar with barely inches into the movement—even the one now kitted out with a much bulkier cast. She’s essentially chained to a hospital bed—not the cell she was in before, it looks alike—if the familiar, faint humming and beeping of monitors is any indication.

The other thing she absolutely was not expecting was to be face-to-face with one visibly furious Alex Danvers barely seconds after her eyes readjust to the harsh lights above her.

Lena tries to speak, but her throat is excruciatingly dry, and that makes the words sting like needles when she tries to push them out. She manages a pitiful little groan before the sensation alone sends her into a miserably painful coughing fit.

There’s no sympathy in Alex’s eyes, none whatsoever as she begrudgingly hands Lena a little paper cup full of ice-chips.

“Thought you could take the easy way out, Luthor? There are easier ways than stabbing yourself in the head. Just saying.”

Lena crunches the ice with her teeth, sucking the water as it melts away greedily and gratefully. She ignores the comment and the angry tone for the time being—who knows when she’ll have an opportunity to speak with Alex.

“Alex,” she coughs, throat still hoarse.

“It’s Director Danvers to you, Ms. Luthor,” the redhead says coldly. Lena has to control the impulse to roll her eyes—Lex obviously messed with Alex’s head, too, and thus Lena has a rather limited window to try and tip the scales here. She tries to sit up, shuffling awkwardly upwards as much as the handcuffs would allow.

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” Alex quips cruelly, looking at a clipboard with feigned disinterest. “As soon as you’re discharged, you will be transferred to a DEO holding facility. I assure you, a little bleeding won’t get you out of our custody so easily.”

“I didn’t stab my own head,” Lena drawls hoarsely. “I was trying to take out an implant.”

“The tracking chip your brother put in, I know. How do you think he found you?”

Lena takes the opportunity to roll her eyes then, since Alex seems to focused on whatever is on that stupid clipboard. “Alex,” she tries again. “You have to, you have to get in touch with Kara—she’ll be trying to call you, you can’t let her come—”

“Kara is dead, Lena!” the Director hisses, and Lena’s heart shatters at the anguish in her eyes, at the sorrow so visible and raw it tells Lena Alex believes that wholeheartedly.

“Alex,” she chokes out, eyes stinging with tears at the mere thought of Alex not remembering how she had pulled her sister back from the brink of death, not knowing that Kara is alive and (relatively) well, that she’s probably flying to National City to her actual death as they speak.

Thinking that Lena had murdered her sister in cold blood and then tried to run.

Fuck you, Lex.

“Alex, listen to me,” Lena tries through clenched teeth. “Kara—”

“—is dead, Lena! You killed her—I arrested you myself! We have evidence, Lena, and I am going to make sure you rot in a cell for the rest of your pathetic life for it, you piece of sh—”

“Alex! She’s alive! Kara’s alive, I swear!”

Alex’s fists clench at her sides; her whole body goes rigid with fury and grief. “Stop it, Lena, stop this right now,” she says under her breath, her cold tone as much of a warning as her posture.

Lena ignores it all, stares directly into Alex’s flinty gaze. “No,” she grits out. Her head throbs, and so does her broken hand, and her throat still hurts, but Lena pushes through. “You saved her, Alex—we have been on the run together ever since—”

“Lena, shut up, shut up right n—”

“She dug a briefcase full of money in Texas!” Lena shouts. “From you! You have a series of caches through the country, plans in place for both of you if you’re ever in trouble! She called you from different pay-phones in every state—she tried to reach you every single day, and—”

“Lena!”

“Two rings! ‘Hello, yes,’ means ‘go ahead,’ ‘yes, hello’, means you can’t talk! Anything else, it’s not you on the phone!”

“Stop!”

It’s a deafening, agonizing yelp, and it comes with a clipboard thrown clear across the room and a flinch Lena can’t quite contain in time. Alex is shaking with sheer fury and grief; her eyes, engulfed by dark circles, are glittering with tears, and her lower lip trembles as she tries to speak again.

“Please, stop,” she murmurs weakly, sounding utterly broken. “Stop. How do you—” she has to stop to try and stifle a sob, and is not successful in the slightest. “How do you know those things?”

Lena swallows, having shouted herself hoarse. “Kara told me. Or rather, she showed me. You told me about the code yourself.”

“I-I never—she’d, she’d ne—no, I wouldn’t—” Alex stammers, her face flitting through a multitude of expressions that bleed into one another, before settling into clear and intense confusion.

Lena tries to touch her temple again, momentarily forgetting she’s in handcuffs. She groans once her movement is stopped short, and points to where she feels a rather thick bandage on the side of her head. “I didn’t ‘stab my head’ for no reason,” she tries to explain as calmly as she can. “I was trying to remove a mind-control device my brother dearest implanted. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had one too.”

She can tell that she’s losing Alex by the second—the agent looks increasingly confounded. But something that Lena has said might just have jostled a memory or two in her brain—Lena can practically hear the gears turning as Alex tentatively reaches for her own temple.

“It’s how Lex tracked us,” Lena continues, noting how Alex’s eyes seemed to widen by a fraction. “I couldn’t let him find Kara, too, so I sent her away.”

Alex changes her movement, makes it look like she was merely running her fingers through the hair cropped short at her temples. But Lena can tell—even if she isn’t thoroughly convinced, she is rattled, and at this point Lena will take any victory she can.

Alex straightens her shoulders, looks Lena down with an anger that, at least, isn’t as intense as it was mere minutes ago. “You’re lying,” she declares emphatically, despite the doubt in her eyes. “I don’t know how, but you’re—you’re lying. A mind-control implant is just too damn convenient, Lena.”

“I’m not lying,” Lena whispers, suppressing a sigh of frustration. “She’s alive, and she’ll fly right into a trap if you don’t stop her.”

Alex stops trying to hold her composure; Lena’s words are affecting her, and Lena feels terrible. “Enlighten me,” Alex murmurs, low and dangerous. “What would that trap entail, exactly?”

The sigh Lena releases this time is pure defeat. “Me. Unleashing Kryptonite hell.”

Alex smirks, looking at once defeated and confused. “Ahh, but see, you’ve already done that, Lena. You’ve already killed her,” she says through tears.

“I didn’t!” Lena hisses. “Alex, I did send Kryptonite rockets at her, but she’s alive and coming here to die all over again and you have to help me stop it! I know there’s part of you that believes me, Alex—just feel the goddamned implant at your own temple!”

“I don’t believe sh—”

“Where is her body!?” Lena yells, and then, she can see the puzzle pieces starting to click together in Alex’s head. She wonders if it’ll be as painful as it was for her, or if Lex is just especially sadistic to her because Lena is his sister. “Where is she buried, Alex?”

Alex scoffs, but her eyes dart around the room like she’d find the answers anywhere but her own mind. “She’s… she’s buried at… Midva—no, at…” she stutters, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.

“You can’t remember, Alex, because that memory doesn’t exist.”

“Of course I can, just—just give me a second, just…”

Alex continues moving her mouth, but words come out in unintelligible whispers, and she begins to pace the room like a caged animal, muttering to herself and shaking her head like a lunatic.

Lena can relate.

“Alex, listen to me,” she tries once more, and her heart sinks at the mixture of grief and confusion she sees in the agent’s eyes. “I know you don’t believe me, but you need…”

Lena sighs, closes her eyes. This is it; the only chance they have. “You need to get Nia.”

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