and there is so much amazing work out there and i could barely use any of it (all is agony)

A favour between friends

I just have Mark feels and needed to write something for this amazing hard working person. 

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Genre: Fluff and just cute overall

Word count: 1 515

Summary: That’s what friends do, right?


I was barely able to keep my eyes open as the teacher droned on and on about the importance of grammar, the same knowledge that had been forced into our brains every year prior. The educational repetition was starting to seem extremely illogical, we all started learning this in middle school, why did they think we would need an even greater understanding of something taught to us as children. My phone went off, announcing a text message had been received. Luckily the teacher was too into her lecture about verbs to notice me slipping the phone off my desk and checking the message.

From Noodle

Pls save me
I can’t take any more of this math
Numbers are stupid

I almost laughed out loud at my best friend’s whining as he was experiencing the same agony as I was. Glancing to make sure that the teacher didn’t see me, I started typing my response.

To Noodle

We can switch
You can come and learn grammar for me
I already know all of this smh

It didn’t take long before I received his answer.

From Noodle

Come outside
And make an excuse

Confused I looked at the message for a long time before placing it in the pocket of my jacket. Then I carefully put together my stuff and raised my hand, to which the teacher called my name, slightly annoyed at the interruption.

“I don’t feel too good, may I be excused?” The teacher sighed heavily before giving me permission to leave. I was barely out the door when she started rambling on again, her voice drowned out once I closed the door behind me. Not a single soul was to be spotted outside the classroom and that only added to my confusion. Why did I need to go outside if he didn’t have anything planned? I turned around and started walking towards the exit when I felt someone pinch the skin at my waist through my shirt. Jumping, I let out a surprised squeal and turned around to face the culprit, hand on the spot he had inflicted the pain. Mark stood there, smiling from ear to ear and with an aura of mischief hanging over him. His smile told me he was happy to see me, his eyes told me he had something planned.

“Was that necessary?” I asked and removed my hand from my waist. He just started giggling at my reaction before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the school. “Dude, where are we going?”

“Not telling you.” he wasn’t looking at me as he answered my question but I could hear his voice as clear as a day anyways. Over the years I’ve known him I had developed the talent of hearing him speak even when he was mumbling. He had always done that, had always mumbled a lot, and that’s because he’s a bit shy around people he doesn’t know. We’ve known each other since we were five. Or more accurately, I was five and he was four. You should have seen how he was back then, always blushing, always stuttering. He still blushes a lot but the stuttering is nowhere to be seen. Ever since he started rapping he had started talking better. I think the rapping gained him some confidence.

He dragged me all the way to the beach where he took off his jacket and laid it on the sand, gesturing towards me to sit down. At that, I started taking off my jacket too, which he stopped in an instant.

“Your jacket is much nicer than mine, wouldn’t want it getting destroyed.” I wanted to protest but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me down beside him. “Just sit down will you.” I laughed at his stubbornness as we made ourselves comfortable. He was watching the waves, how they splashed against the sand and composed their own unique melody. Mark was a pretty chill guy, he wasn’t looking for too much excitement in his life but cherished the small things instead; like the sound of the ocean, the beauty of a sunset and the slow afternoons where he could just cuddle. We had done that many times together, chilled at the beach together, watched the sunset from my porch during the summers and cuddled multiple of times on his couch while watching a movie. Neither of us thought much of it other than we enjoyed each other’s presence. People have often mistaken us for a couple to which we both blush and deny. Even though we are this close and I don’t have any romantic feelings for him I still catch myself wondering what it would feel like with his lips on mine. Would they be soft or rough? Quick or slow? Euphoric or the opposite? I know I wasn’t supposed to have those thoughts but there they were, deeply buried in the depths of my brain, scratching to come out and make themselves known. I know that if I ever let him know of my urges he will reject the possibility in a heartbeat. Politely of course, but turned down nonetheless.

As my brain went on I caught myself staring at him. I admired how the sun reflected on his face in such an aesthetic manner. How he looked so calm as the easiness replaced the stress caused by school. How he was just enjoying himself.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? Just being away from everything, just the two of us.” I nodded, not saying anything because I had a feeling he wasn’t done. “I have a favour to ask you though.” He looked at me, suddenly nervous. “Since you have a little not more experience than me.” I looked at him confused; since I was a year older than him I’m slightly more experienced in most areas so I didn’t quite understand what he wanted help with exactly.

“Of course I’ll help, whatever it is I’ll help you as well as I can.” a smile appeared on his face and I could swear I saw his ear becoming slightly redder. “But I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he bit his lip slightly, a habit that appeared whenever he was nervous, then he took a deep breath and turned fully to me, staring at me intently.

“I’m saying that you have more experience when it comes to kissing than I do.” I felt my jaw drop. Was he asking me what I think he was asking?

“I barely have more experience than you, I only kissed someone once.”

“That’s still more than me. “ he was looking away from me now, embarrassed and regretful. “I just hoped that you could teach me a bit, since you know what it feels like, and you’re the only one I’m comfortable enough to do this with and I don’t want to disappoint anyone once I’m actually supposed to kiss them and…”

“Okay.” he looked at me, slightly shocked but also hopeful. “I’ll help you but only because you’re my best friend.” and because I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Mark’s hands went up to his cheeks as he squealed at the realization me agreeing. He hadn’t expected me to and now he wasn’t prepared for what was to come. I was nervous too, I didn’t really know what I was doing either, but maybe this would bring us closer in some way.

When he eventually calmed down from the surprise he scooted closer to me, unsure of how he was supposed to go about this. His hands landed on my shoulders, one of them then travelled to my neck and the other one to my cheek. He was closer now and I almost forgot that I was the one supposed to teach him, not the other way around. I moved a bit closer to him, placing my hands on his waist, I could now feel his breath on my face and it made me dizzy. He smelled slightly of mint. Mark gulped and closed his eyes, goose bumps had appeared on his skin as he waited for me to make the first move, which was ironic since he was the one with a hold of my head. I put one of my fingers under his chin and pulled him forward a bit, causing our lips to brush. Carefully, I placed my lips to his more firmly before moving them and giving him a real kiss. He didn’t do anything at first but after a squeeze of reassurance from me he loosened up. He then put somewhat more force into the kiss which surprised me. Butterflies appeared in my stomach as he started taking over, I even suspected that he may have more knowledge of this than he said. After a lot of feverish kissing, we finally pulled away, Mark’s eyes closed and lips slightly swollen. He still had his hands on my face. When he opened his eyes a big grin appeared on his face, then a giggle left his pink lips.

“I may or may not just have wanted to kiss you.”

Happy Birthday, Pidge-kid!

Author: Admin Miraculous

Word Count: 2345


Princess Allura had called an emergency afternoon meeting between the Paladins of Voltron, surprisingly Pidge was let off the hook and allowed to do what she pleased. As the young Green Paladin left with a smug look on her face the others stared in confusion. You frowned, you and Pidge were supposed to add some more upgrades to Green after all.

Lance let out a loud groan. “Oh, come on! How come Pidge gets to leave?!” Lance yelled, throwing his hands up in the air for extra effect. Allura pointed her index fingers up to her lips, effectively quieting him.

Coran quickly pulled up a holographic screen and scanned the Castle’s camera systems, only to confirm that Pidge was in her hangar with the Green Lion. The duo appeared to be ‘chatting’ with one another happily, so he turned towards Allura and gave her a thumbs up.

Shiro rose an eyebrow towards the young princess, “Any particular reason you allowed Pidge to leave?” He questioned the two Alteans.

Coran cleared his throat rather loudly, “Well, after looking into your background from Earth, Allura and I have discovered that today is our Green Paladin’s birthday!” He said happily, as he clasped his hands together towards the end for added effect. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait, really?! I didn’t know! Aw man, now I feel like a bad friend,” You said in shock, Lance looked genuinely surprised as well. “You didn’t know either, Lance?” Keith asked the surprised boy, who shook his head. “You were literally on the same team in the Garrison, how did you not know?”

“Well, I knew,” Hunk said, as he rose his hand. Lance shot him a glare. “You’re supposed to say you didn’t know so I don’t seem dumb!” He scolded, while Hunk shrugged. “You look stupid on your own already, there’s no way I can make it worse,” Hunk fired back quickly, as Lance let out an offended gasp. You and Keith laughed in the background.

“Okay, no need for fighting! The question is what should we do for her birthday?” Shiro settled, as Coran handed out juice packs. You gratefully took one and mumbled a thanks, causing the ginger altean to smile.

“I say we throw her a party like back on earth!” You exclaimed, as Shiro looked away. “I really don’t remember what a party is like, so I can’t be of much help,” He mumbled dejectedly.  “That’s fine!” You replied, starting to panic, “You can just get Pidge a gift, as us kids from Earth settle the party—” You started before Keith cut you off. “I don’t know if I am apart of this ‘kids from Earth’ group, but I haven’t been to a party. So I can’t help much either,” Keith said with crossed his arms.

“Let’s get this settled then; [Name], Lance, Hunk, and I are going to set up the party while Keith, Coran, and Shiro set off to go get gifts for our favorite Green Paladin! I will accept no objections,” Allura said, clearly becoming annoyed at the bickering.

Everyone nodded their heads in approval, then Shiro and Keith went to follow Coran. He had begun to talk about great places that had various gifts, “Acelr is simply marvelous! I’ve heard of tales of a majestic, white lion who could only tamed by a young female around your age. Quite fascinating, really.”

“Let’s start off by getting a cake,” Lance suggested, as everyone nodded eagerly. Who doesn’t like cake? As the four of you hurried to the kitchen, Pidge suddenly decided to get a drink. Everyone froze in their tracks, as their beloved birthday kid stared at them.

“Um … everything okay?” She asked in confusion, as everyone smiled awkwardly at her. “Nothing! Just do whatever you were going to do,” Allura said, then shooed everyone away to the kitchen.

Pidge squinted at your leaving figures, before shrugging it off and making her way to the training room: she wanted to be both physically and mentally helpful to Team Voltron after all.

After making sure the coast was clear, Hunk went to get special ingredients for the cake. “Since these ingredients aren’t like the ones from Earth, I’ve been experimenting and found some stuff close to the ingredients of cake. It should work,” He continued, as he pulled out a powdery substance from a secret compartment in the wall.

“Genius! Traditional Altean cakes are made with very different ingredients, but I think Earth cakes will turn out just as delicious,” Allura complimented with a intrigued smile. You and Lance looked on in awe, watching the Samoan native expertly measure powders and liquids before combining them into one, large bowl.

“I’m pretty sure none of us know how to cook except for Hunk, so how about we start decorating the living room? Or whatever they call it here,” Lance asked, causing you and Allura nodded in approval once more.

Lance quickly lead the two of you out of the kitchen and into one of the many empty rooms inside the castle, the room with the sunken couch to be exact. “I’m guessing you remembered that Pidge said that this was her favorite room?” You questioned as Lance flashed you a proud smile. “Why yes. Yes I did,” Lance answered in a matter-of-factly tone, causing you to snort.

“Let us decorate then!” Allura exclaimed. She started to tie back her long, white hair into a manageable bun with one hand, and soon the trio started decorating with what they had on hand.

The Yellow Paladin was surely proud of his work as he strided into the room, the cake carefully cradled in his hands. He was about to announce his presence, but the scene in front of him almost made him dropped the masterpiece in his hands.

[Name] and Lance were on the floor, various cuts littering their fingers, as Allura ordered her four faithful mice to string up a nicely made happy birthday sign.

“She made us cut it out 50 times because she deemed the other 49 as ‘imperfect’,” You explained. Your [Eye Color] eyes stared deep into his soul and he could feel the agony in the air. “If it makes you feel better, I have the cake ready!” He motioned towards the cake in his hands.

“I’m sure it’s amazing Hunk, but our hands hurt so much,” Lance said in despair as he got up from the floor and sat criss-cross.

“Well, we still have to continue on with the decorating! Think of it as extra training,” Allura mused, as she handed you a pack of balloons and a tank filled with an unknown air, she then walked over to Lance and placed three roll of green streamers in his hands.

“[Name], I need you to fill the balloons and tie them. Lance, you’ll be decorating the room paper streamers.” Allura proceeded to place some green paper plates and matching party hats on the table in front of the sunken-in couch.

You could feel invisible tears roll down your face, before you opened the pack of balloons and got to work.

“Hey, I bet I can decorate faster than you,” Lance said, disturbing the silence. You were actually grateful that he got rid of the silence, for you couldn’t bare to work without sound. “Bet you can’t,” You refuted.

“Let’s go then!” He exclaimed, throwing a green streamer across the room. You smirked and began to work faster, despite the cuts on your fingers telling you to stop.

Pidge’s head turned to face the entrance of the Green Lion’s Hangar, only for Coran to walk in with a blindfold. “Good evening, Pidge. How was your day?” He questioned her with a smile. “Good… ? Why do you have a blindfold,” She questioned back, gesturing towards the black blindfold in his hand.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I need to show you something, but it’s a secret! You must wear this blindfold if you want to know the secret!” He answered, thrusting the blindfold into her tiny hands. She looked at him in confusion, “Okay?”

Now Pidge was walking blindly through the hallways, Coran guiding her with his hands as she stumbled around. She probably should’ve denied his request, but he seemed so eager about it that she just couldn’t let him down.

You waited impatiently from your hiding spot besides everyone else. The plan was for everyone to hide in the space between the sunken in couch and table to surprise Pidge. You were both excited and nervous, as you didn’t want to upset her with this party—although people getting mad over parties most likely only happened in movies, you still thought there was a chance she’d be mad.

Shiro, Keith, and Coran had arrived before you and the others had finished decorating, so they helped you. The room was covered with an array of green, the green party hats everyone wore only added onto the green madness. There was quite a lot of green in this room, causing you to never want to see the color ever again. It had all been worth it though, as Pidge was gonna have the best space birthday ever.

You were surprised when they had came back with gifts Pidge would adore; a new laptop, a broken down galra droid, and some nice treats. After you had question the broken galra droid. the three of them remained silent and just looked away awkwardly.

You soon got the hint, they—mostly Keith—probably stole the laptop from a space mall and got caught by a droid that they proceeded to destroy. You could see Shiro’s distinct hand mark on the droid after all. You didn’t recall any of them mentioning they had G.A.C after all.

“Um, Coran? We’ve been walking for awhile, where are we?” You heard a small voice. Allura quickly shushed everyone and hid them. “Oh, don’t worry, Number Five! You’ll love it!” Coran said.

The door to the room slid open and Pidge walked into the room, “Uh, Corannn? Where are we?” The group looked towards Coran hands that had been counting down from three, when it reached one he swiped the blindfold off Pidge. The group took it at a sign and jumped from your hiding places with a big smile, causing the birthday kid to jump like a cat.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone yelled in unison. Pidge stood there, blinking, for a moment as she took in the sight. Her best friends, holding a cake for her, with big smiles on their faces. The room covered in green, for her again. A wide smile slowly made it’s way onto her face.

You swiftly jumped over the couch to deliver your favorite paladin a big hug, soon everyone else joined in to give the birthday girl a giant bear hug. “We love you so, so much Pidge! Thank you for being here with us! You’re such an amazing person, so Happy Birthday!” You exclaimed, before feeling small droplets of water onto your shirt. You looked down towards the Green Paladin who hugged you back.

She looked up to you a grin, that’s when you notice that her nose was slightly red and her eyes somewhat puffy. “I-I’m sorry, I—I j-just haven’t h-had a pa—party like this si—since M-Matt left and all,” She stuttered in between hiccups. Pidge then wiped the loose tears that fell onto her cheeks away with her sleeve.

A look of solemn and remembrance spread across Shiro’s face as he thought of the stories Matt told him during the Kerberos mission. “He always did tell me that he threw his younger sister awesome parties,” Shiro said, as he placed a reassuring hand on her fluffy hair. Pidge’s hiccups slowly faded away as she stubbornly wiped away any stray tears.

Lance felt the discomfort in the air from Hunk and the others, so he decided to get rid of it. He stood up, “Sorry to ruin the mood, Pidge, but I remembered that you liked Disney Movies, so me and Coran teamed up to stream Big Hero 6 from an Earth station!” He exclaimed joyfully.

With a press of a remote that had appeared in Lance’s hand, a TV rose from the pristine white floors and hovered near the couch. The TV tuned to the Earth Channel playing Big Hero 6.

You gently guided Pidge to the sunken in couch, causing everyone to follow; including Allura and Coran who began to talk about the strange Earth movie, and Hunk who began to serve out his specially made cake.

“This cake is great, Hunk! Thanks for making it” Pidge complimented with a wide smile. Hunk smiled back, before he went into detail about what he did to make it. “Um, [Name], Lance, mind telling us what happened to your fingers?” Keith spoke up.

You rose an eyebrow, then you remembered the events that led to you and Lance’s bandaged covered fingers. “Haha, funny story actually…” You answered, before explaining what happened. Shiro, Pidge, Coran and Keith couldn’t help but laugh as Allura pouted. “It’s Pidge’s birthday! It had to be perfect!” She yelled.

“Our hands had to pay the price,” Lance said, faking a tone of agony, as he swung his head back with a bandaged hand on his forehead. “Anyone wanna see it?” He added on, already peeling off the first bandage. “Oh god no, Lance. LANCE!” Keith yelled, trying to get the cuban boy to stop. You and Pidge just layed back and laughed at them while watching the movie.

You sighed in content, a warm smile on you face, days like these were the best.

VI

Chapter VI

Previously:  I, II III, IV, V

Warning: Slightly nsfw at the start, sorry for all the angst


Kylo woke up to see you in his bed, laughing and twisting in his sheets. His eyes almost bugged out of his skull when he realized you were naked, teasing him by wiggling your cute little butt. You turned around and smiled at him, beckoning to come over with a wave of the hand.

He thought you looked so beautiful like this, relaxing in his bed. Hopefully it’d smell like you afterwards. Kylo smiled back at you before jumping on the mattress, falling on top of you and leaving kisses all over your back. You looked like an angel with the way the sun hit your hair, there was a halo of light around you. It suited you.

You turned over to lay underneath Kylo, running your hands up his bare chest to reach his neck. Kylo sighs against your touch, leaning down to kiss you with his soft, pillowy lips. “My love, you look so beautiful today,” Kylo admonished you.

“And you look so handsome, I want to kiss you again.” You weave your hand in his hair.

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anonymous asked:

Saw another anon asking about Madoka. Would you be willing to imagine the Senshi as Madoverse witches, and describe them in excrutiating detail for us?

WHOO BOY I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR 2 DAMN DAYS. I still have some issues with it, but I feel like it’s about as perfect as I can get it realistically before driving myself mad and/or just never publishing it. It’s only one of the girls because, well, it’s still more than 2,500 words because I have no idea how to shut up. 

Spoilers for Madoka CONCEPTS, but not for the actual show. Reminder that I have Disqus! 

Michiru


Crack.

The first note in an elegiac symphony that would only end in ruin.

Mina whipped around to face the sound, and saw Haruka’s sword fall to the floor. The witch had been defeated, the Grief Seed laid plump on the floor ripe as a berry for picking, the labyrinth had faded from around them, and yet she was reminded that even in victory, there is no moment for relaxation.

Crack.

Haruka clutched at the Soul Gem on her shoulder, eyes wide, as if trying to desperately hide the quickly growing rift in her gem, to conceal the inevitable shatter of her own life. Her legs gave way beneath her, and she fell to her knees.

“Haruka…” Michiru’s whisper was soft and fragile, her soul already giving way to the sorrow as she stood, fixed as a statue, as if she could stop this moment in time.

Haruka looked up at her, scared and pleading. “Michi, I—“

Crack.

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You did not know how long you spent screaming down the empty corridor and shaking the bars which stood between you and hope. What was worse than Thorin leaving you alone in the dungeons, was that he had left you in the dark. Without a lantern, the Mountain was a dull grey and you could not know how much time had passed as you lingered there.


In frustration, you slammed your hand against the iron door and turned, kicking the dirt and dust which coated the long-desolated cell. A holler of agony followed soon after as your toe connected with a solid weight, your foot rippling in pain as the stone rolled heavily across the floor. You crouched done to touch your tender foot through your worn boot and gritted your teeth in pain.

Shaking away the agony of your mistake, you reached out to touch the stone you had kicked and felt the roughened surface. It must have been a stone which had fallen away from the mortar during the years of Smaug’s tyranny. Resting your hand on the block, you forgot about your injury and a smile began to bloom as your eyes dilated in the gray of the cell. You may have been clumsy but it seemed your carelessness often worked out for the better.

Using both arms, you lifted the heavy stone from the floor, your back straining at the weight. With effort, you wobbled over to the door and inhaled as you planned your next steps. Counting to five and swinging the stone slowly in your clutches, you released it and it collided with the lock with deafening metallic clang. You stepped back before it could land on your other toe and the door shifted with a sharp squeak.

Holding your breath, you inched forward and pushed on the bars lightly with your fingertips. It moved slightly once more and you nearly squealed in disbelief. You were free! Your jubilation lasted for a mere second before your situation took hold of your once more. Regardless of your escape, you would still have to find the dwarves and amidst a battle, that would be close to impossible, if not suicidal.

Even as doubt nipped at your neck, you pushed through the door and sped down the corridor, twisting and turning through the maze. After getting yourself lost several times, you finally found the great hall empty, the sound of battle streaming in through the open face of the Mountain. The sun lit the chamber in small lines and reflected off the silver blades leaning against the wall.

Racing towards the weapons left in favour of better, you took a sword from among the collection and continued to the next corridor. You knew enough to reach Durin’s door and you burst out into the fading daylight, the noise of bloodshed coming clearer. Looking out across the chaos, you saw legions screaming, crashing, and writhing in the dance of warfare. With a quick glance at the field, you stumbled down the pass and prayed you could find a face you knew among the rabble…if you survived that long.

As you reached the edge of the throng, many of them twice your size, clashing among the battle, you barely dodged the blade of a twisted orc. You shouted in surprise as the sword barely missed your ear and you spun under the next weapon as it came your way. Weaving between enemies, your speed your only defense, you felt the impending force of a strike would knock you off course at any moment. To your own amazement, you reached the middle of the tumult and spotted Bofur among those struggling to stay alive.

“Bofur!” You shouted as your chest heaved with excess, “Bofur!” You slid to a stop before him and he turned to shove you away from a descending blade, slicing away the hand that held it, “Where are the rest?” You looked around, seeing other members of the company, but five in particular, you did not, “Thorin, Fili–”

“They’re up there,” He answered as he blocked another sword, “On Ravenhill.”

He motioned his chin towards the cliff above and you followed his allusion, staring up in despair as he plunged back into the hordes. You sighed and ducked your head as you continued your path towards Ravenhill. You made it that far, buut you’d have to make it a little further. How you would get to top of the peak, was yet to be determined.

At the base of the cliff, you scurried away from those enemies around you, your small stature saving you from much notice. You set off up the steep, rocky path, the stones slipping under your boots as you struggled to stay upright. As your way became more treacherous, you found yourself using your hand, nearly on all fours, as you desperately tried to keep from sliding backwards.

Pausing for a moment to catch your breath, your innate stupidity stirred within and you looked over the small edge which you stood upon. The sudden vertigo had you pressing yourself snug to the cliff wall and you closed your eyes as panic surged within you. You would have to get over yourself if you had any hope of seeing your friends again but the thought didn’t help clear your mind. Knowing that Fili and Thorin were so far above you and you still had some ways to go helped little and you began to tremble against the stone and roots.

About to resign yourself to the inevitable failure which had a special knack for finding you, you heard a rush of air and something latched onto the collar of your tunic. You were lifted from the ledge and found yourself floating miraculously, opening your eyes to see that you were ever rising higher. You were gripped more firmly as the hand released your colalr only to wrap around your wrist and you found yourself looking up at a familiar figure.

“Legolas?” You uttered as he held you like a child by your arm while easily holding onto the foot of some leathery creature, “What are you doing?”

“Calm down, I’m not here to take you back to Mirkwood,” He grumbled as you rose higher and higher, “I’ve come to help. If I can.”

“What? Why?” You asked as you cleared the top of the cliff .

Legolas didn’t answer but you failed to notice as your attention was drawn by movement and you saw to familiar heads disappearing into a crumbling building. Kili and Fili were gone in and instant and as you circled around the open roof of the temple, you began to struggle against the elf’s hand. “Let me go. Put me down here.”

“No, you’ll get yourself killed,” He argued and held you tighter.

“I don’t give a shit,” You clawed at his hand, “Besides, you didn’t care much when you handed me over to your father. Come on. Let me go. I’ve got to go find them.”

“And when the orcs find you?” He questioned as he stared down at you, the imperious look reminding you of Thranduil.

“My problem, not yours,” You rolled your eyes and he sighed.

“Fine then,” He turned back to the sky and released you, letting you fall just over the hole which topped the ragged temple as he called after you, “It’s your death.”

As you fell through the air, you felt an eerie nostalgia, the sensation of falling all too familiar. Waiting for the inevitable impact of the stone floor, you closed your eyes and prayed you’d be in tact enough to find the Durins. If you were lucky enough, you would also live long enough to get back at Legolas for the crash landing.

THIS IS A SUBMISSION FROM AN ANONYMOUS PERSON:

Here’s a story for ya.

I’d filled the kitchen with a ton of all your favorite foods, sat you down in the living room, and turned on a movie marathon. Once you were thoroughly engrossed, I brought out the first meal. Each time your plate started to get low, I discretely refilled it. Not realizing you’d long since finished the first course, you happily munched on, oblivious to the amount of food I’d already fed you. Your stomach began to press against your shirt, but you were too focused on the movie to feel it.

It was only after the third movie and what would probably be 6 or 7 full plates that you suddenly felt a breeze across your stomach. You looked down to see that your shirt had ridden all the way up, exposing your massive, bloated belly. The “trance” broken, you were abruptly VERY aware of how cramped and tight you felt. It was uncomfortable and painful and yet…euphoric. You looked to me in surprise only to be greeted with a wink. Now that you knew my intentions, I couldn’t help myself from giving that round tummy of yours a poke. You winced, but I wasn’t satisfied. I could still feel some give, meaning you had room for more.

Since there’s no point now in being discreet, I brought out a large tub of ice cream and a huge platter of goodies. There was cookies, pudding, donuts, and more, all surrounding a delicious, dense, two tier cake. Setting the platter down on the couch, I sat on your lap, facing you.

I wasn’t letting you get up until either your belly pushed me off or you finished everything I’d brought.

Ice cream in one hand and spoon in the other, I began gently feeding you, slowly but surely making our way through the carton. You felt conflicted: your ever expanding stomach was screaming for mercy, but you’d never felt such a rush of pleasure and euphoria.  You could easily have pushed me off, but you found you didn’t actually want to. I started giving you less and less time between each bite until you could barely swallow before I put another spoonful in your mouth. I periodically checked your progress, poking and prodding to feel how firm you were getting.

Once the ice cream was gone, you were groaning incessantly, whether from pleasure or despair, you weren’t sure. Though your tummy was noticeably taking up more and more of your lap, I was still able to sit on it, so I cut you a nice, big slice of cake. You obediently opened your mouth as I offered you the first bite. As the cake disappeared, you became less and less willing to swallow the next mouthful. Your stomach was so tightly packed it felt as though you couldn’t handle any more. You tried massaging it to see if that helped, and were amazed at how completely solid it felt. At this point it was at least twice as big as it had ever been, and I was barely able to perch on your knees.

About halfway through the cake, you were unable to swallow any more, your body begging for you to stop. Realizing this, I put the fork and plate down, opting instead to focus on the incredibly swollen belly I had given you. Putting my hands on either side, I gave you a gentle squeeze, causing you to moan in agony and ecstasy.

Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I disappeared into the kitchen once again, leaving you to massage your tummy in a futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure. I soon returned with a funnel and a tall glass of water. Your eyes widened at the thought of what I was about to do, but you knew trying to resist was pointless; your stomach was so heavy and large it had you pinned to the couch. Knowing this, I took my time gently securing the hose to your mouth. Mercifully, I went slowly, only pouring a bit at a time. You had no choice but to swallow, feeling the liquid being absorbed by all the cake and food I had previously stuffed into you. With each gulp, you could feel your stomach stretching more and more. Just when you thought you would surely burst, I set the empty glass down and removed the funnel.

You looked down at yourself to see a perfectly round, impossibly heavy, painfully stuffed mass attached to your front. You gingerly ran a hand over it, amazed at the fact it was actually your body.  I stood back for a moment to admire my work, finally satisfied with the amount of food I was able to pack into you. I offered you a hand, and after quite the struggle, managed to get you to your feet. You stumbled forward, weighed down by all of the food inside you, almost causing both of us to fall. With one arm, you attempted to cradle your aching gut, and put the other arm over my shoulders. Slowly, I guided you to the bedroom, with you huffing and puffing the whole way. All that food was pressing into your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

Once we made it there, I gently helped you lower yourself onto the bed. After you got comfortable lying down, I positioned myself on your lap again, beginning to massage your tum. At first you moaned in protest, but I continued, lightly working my hands in smooth circles over your taught skin. After a couple minutes, the pain started to subside. Slowly but surely, agony faded into mild discomfort, then mild discomfort faded into a pleasant fullness.

With your eyes no longer clouded by pain, you looked down again, finally able to fully appreciate your size. You knew you had never even come close to being this full, and frankly, it amazed you. Now that it didn’t hurt so badly, you realized how incredibly enjoyable it was to be so full. You joined me in running your hands over your stomach, wanting to explore every inch of it while you could. We could both hear the gurgling coming from it as it struggled to digest the tremendous amount of food I had packed into it. It demanded so much energy you found yourself quickly tiring, and before long, you softly drifted into a deep, blissful sleep.

Sorry for the essay, once I started writing, I couldn’t stop /)-(\ Hope you liked it!

Laura: Hell Bound

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HERE is another follower’s request, but this is a FOLLOW UP, chapter to the Laura Story which was called, “Taking Laura”. This is a link to that Chapter:
Laura’s First Chapter
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I should tell you that the subject of this story, is a self-confessed wonton slut. IT has told me IT is made incredibly wet reading this story and IT is made even more wet knowing that all of you are seeing this dark fantasy and know how IT is effected. IT wants you all to know this.

Laura had been living and unimaginable held for over 12 hours and there was no end in sight. She’d held on for nearly 45 minutes before the first orgasm had overwhelmed her. She had fortunately been able to release silently, breathing heavily through her mouth and nose in lieu of the moment she wanted to moan.

The next orgasm came a mere 20 minutes later. She was able to breathe through that one and the next three that came after.

After that it took longer and longer to achieve the orgasm and they were more painful as they came. In addition, her muscles, unable to unfold themselves from the position she was in were beginning to scream at her.

It was in the fourth hour, exhausted, in agony, when another orgasm ripped through her body that she’d let just the slightest moan escape her mouth. The repercussions were immediate and electricity again coursed through her body. She twisted and contorted in agony and her mouth again opened in a silent scream. When the electricity ended, she collapsed in her bonds panting heavily and unbelievably another orgasm began. And again, unfortunately, she made another sound.

When her captor had been enjoying the show immensely as he drove her further and further from her home. Headed in a generally easterly direction he preceded at a leisurely pace that would have him out of the country in a short amount of time. Occasionally he would glance in the rearview mirror, or even look over his shoulder and watch his victim as she twisted helplessly in her chains.

The control box had a light to let him know when various functions were going so he had an idea when she was being vibrated or shocked as he drove. He was amazed at her resilience and how long she’d held out before she’d made her first mistake and earned her a shock.

They were passing into Germany when he noticed a particularly powerful orgasm pass through her body and then a shock immediately afterwards.

She was going to be so much fun. Pity he couldn’t keep her.

*****

13 ½ hours after leaving the outskirts of London, they finally arrived at their destination.

Laura had traveled the world so she understood the significance of how long they’d been driving. The man had been relentless in his driving, stopping for less than ten minutes twice in their entire trip. She’d not been able to see any signs but she knew they must have traveled though several countries by now.

That meant she realized just how slim her chances of being found now were.

Laura would have been shocked to realize they’d actually passed through the tip of France, Belgium, the Netherlands, through Germany and were now in Poland.

Her assessment of the possibility of rescue were indeed accurate.

The chances of her being found by anyone had been nearly zero the moment he gotten her in the van, now the chances of her ever being rescued were absolutely zero. He was sure that she would be smart enough to realize that much explaining just how far they have gone as he pulled into the large home that made his base of operations.

*****

It had been a very long drive proceeded by an even longer wait for his prey to be available and he was bone tired.

It had been three weeks since he had been here and even longer since he’d been home to Zurich. It was time well spent as always. He’d used it to learn her habits and pick the best time to take her. It was a stroke of luck that her neighborhood who was always home and had gone on vacation. Had that not occurred he would have most likely had to try and grab her on her way out of work or when she went grocery shopping. He could have done it, but it meant a greater chance of discovery.

*****

He pulled into the large house just outside Stargard, Poland, and into the garage addition he’d put into the back. The house was over 200 years old and had been in his family for generations. In the 1930’s his grandfather had spent months digging below the basement to create a shelter for escaping Jews. He’d known where the wind was blowing and was determined to help as many people escape as possible.

He’d be horrified to know what his grandson now used the hidden shelter for.

He looked back at Laura as she hung in the straps, barely conscious and lucidity long gone. She was truly gorgeous hanging there, helpless, exposed, debased.

She’d been a contract job and that saddened him because that meant he would not even have the entertainment of training her to her new life.

He would only have roughly 24 hours, then she would be picked up and be on her way to another location. A location where she would be “experimented on”, whatever that meant.

Of course, in his experience, a kinky way of saying “fucked raw”. Still, he had specific instructions on what needed to be done.

First he needs to get her out of the van and into his processing area. Fortunately, bound as she was he was able to simply toss her over his shoulder.

She was twisting in sheer agony at the movement and her muscles were obviously screaming to move. He was sure if not for the instant punishment for making any noise, she’d be moaning constantly if not outright screaming.

Not that he fucking cared. She was just a toy. He really wished he could fuck her, but, a deal was deal.

He passed through three doors, two of them hidden, before finally making it to his processing area. It was quite clean, sterile, and large, with all manner of devices. This was where to brought a slave in and introduced her to the tortures that she would endure.

In Laura’s case, he was going to be prepping her for the next phase of her journey. In a day’s time he’d be meeting a transport that would be taking her on to her new owners. He had no idea who or where, but for the money he was making, he didn’t care.

He just knew it was approx. a 6 hour trip, that left him 18 hours to get some sleep. Get the preparations that needed to be done, and, of course, have a little fun.

First thing was to get her out of the straps.

He laid her on her back and deactivated the vibrators and discipline function. There was no way this was going to happen without her screaming and if she was getting constantly shocked there was a good chance she’d pass out. That wouldn’t be any fun because he wanted her awake for every single humiliating moment.

“I don’t want to hear a word out of you. Do you understand me, bitch, not a single sound of your voice. You stay quiet, I’ll take those plugs out of you, and let you sleep more or less normal. If you don’t, I’ll strap you into one of my special chairs I use special for disobedient cunts, with one of my special toys inside of you, and leave you here for the next eight hours. Do you fucking understand me?”

Laura nodded her head, she was absolutely terrified, little more than an animal at this point, she would do anything he told her to do. She would suck his cock for the next eight hours if that’s what he wanted.

She would literally at this point do anything to avoid one more shock, anything to avoid one more orgasm. The man could see the abject terror in her face and he reveled in the power he had over her.

Her life was literally in his hands and he knew that she knew it and she accepted it as if he were a god.

As he peeled her out of her bondage he had to give her props. She fought harder than anyone he’d ever seen to stay absolutely silent. Even with the pain that he knew she was in as he straightened her arms and legs all she did was breathe harder but she never once made a sound.

When she was breathing hard he would glare into her face and she dropped her eyes and bit her lip so hard he was sure he would draw blood. Finally, she was free of everything save the plugs.

He unbuckled the belt and deflated the plugs and began to remove them. Silently, he was sure she would fail. He was not only counting on it, he was looking forward to it. As he pulled the plug out of her and off her clit she clamped her mouth shut tightly and was biting her lips inside of her mouth and inhaling, all at the same time. Anything she could think of to not make a sound.

She was completely defeated.

He had her lay on her stomach so he can remove the in a plug and after it had pulled out of her with a plop he placed his foot on a small her back so she couldn’t move. He said, “I don’t necessarily want you to sleep in complete comfort. However, since you had that plug in your ass for so long this should be relatively easy for you to handle.” He bent down and she felt something starting to push into ass.

She clamped down, hard, in reflex and he answered by grabbing the paddle he had next to him and slapping her as hard as he could with it three times on each cheek.

Midway through she howled at the pain. Before he said anything however, she had spun around and was clutching his leg tightly rubbing her face against his calf in complete subjugation.

He didn’t say anything as she did this, she was begging silently and he had to credit her for having enough peace of mind to remember to not speak. He could tell just by the way she was acting she desperately wanted to beg him to forgive her. Beg him not to put the plug back in and torture her further. To tell him that she couldn’t take it. He could almost hear her saying ‘please don’t do that I’m so sorry, please. I’ll do anything you want, but, please don’t do that!’

He could hear it all even though she wasn’t saying any of it just making soft whimpering sounds. “Well,” he said “I suppose I could determine that you lived up to the word of the rule and didn’t make any noise when I remove the plugs, even if you didn’t live up to the spirit.”

She started to look up at him but before she could do so he said, “make sure you keep your eyes down, bitch.” She immediately cast her eyes downwards.

He again knelt down and started to press the plug into her ass and said, “Open up princess,” he said darkly, “I won’t tell you twice.”

She forced herself to relax, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do, and proceeded to push like he’d told her before as he slid whatever it was he had into her ass.

Surprisingly it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as what he’d used on her before and that immediately caused her concern. She had already learned that this man could not be trusted. If there was a time when she thought that she wasn’t going to be hurt, or that he was going easy on her, that was when she was going to be hurt the worst.

Laura lay there quivering waiting for whatever was going to happen next to cause her more pain.

The man seemed to be doing something and she could feel whatever was inside her begin to widen inside of her. After a couple of moments, it began to become uncomfortable, but again nowhere near as bad as the other plug. She only hoped that this one wouldn’t send random shocks through her.

Once he finished he said, “okay slave what you’re wearing right now is called a pear,” he held up an example for her to look at. He began to turn the crank and she watched as the end that was honestly stuck into her ass expanded. He stopped and then said, “the one in your ass is open to about 70mm, but I can take it to a full 10cm if I want,” he glared down at her, “but I’d like to leave a bit of room to punish you if I need to.”

Laura lowered her head, trying to seem as meek as she possibly could, ‘Please, don’t punish me, I’ll be good, I promise,’ the words ran unbidden through her head. Later she’d chastise herself for being so weak, but right now, she’d not even begin to recover from her traveling ordeal and she didn’t have the strength, physically, mentally, or spiritually to resist,

He gave her a few moments to look at it at the device, unaware of her inner voice and then continued, “Now, the one inside of you has a slight modification,” she immediately went on guard when he said that. He saw her stiffen slightly and grinned evilly, “When the one inside of you has small barbs they’re here, here, and here,” he pointed to the ends of it, “They will dig into the walls of your colon if the plug is pulled on. You could, theoretically, pull this thing out of yourself, but not without ripping your colon to shreds and probably bleeding to death. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head quickly the fear evident on her face.

“The plug inside of you is locked in place and attached to that chain. The other end of the chain is going to be locked here,” he said, pointing to a ring in the floor and then quickly putting action to his words and locking the chain to the ring.

“Now, the whole system has one extra modification,” he smiled down at her and she tried to look at him without raising her eyes. She knew this was the moment she was dreading. He went on as if he had noticed, “there’s a sensor on either end of the chain. Pull too hard on either end and, well,” he grabbed the chain near where it was attached to the ring and yanked on it hard. She immediately screamed in agony and rolled around reaching for her ass.

“It’s really simple, even an ignorant cunt like you should be able to figure this out,” he said with almost a sneer, “don’t pull on it and you won’t get shocked.”

“You understand, don’t you slave?” Laura nodded her head quickly.

“Now,” he said, his tone changing, “there’s one more thing. Get on your knees.”

She moved quickly, not even considering the order, just moving. She heard the sound of a zipper and she looked up in dawning horror before she could stop herself and and he smacked her in the side of the head, “Eyes down, cunt.”

She fell over from the blow and he said, “Get back on your knees, now.”

She quickly got back into her position, now shaking as she knew what was about to happen.

The man smiled at her realization and said, “That’s right, cunt, you thought I forgot?”

He pulled his hardened cock from his pants and walked up to her, “Look at that,” she didn’t move and kept her eyes riveted to the floor and he said more heatedly, “I said look at it.”

She flinched at his raised voice and did as commanded, raising her eyes to look at his large, throbbing manhood.

He walked up to her, his cock inches from her face and said, “You do a good job, no teeth, no biting and you get to sleep,” he promised.

He held up a remote for her to see, “Even try to bite me, you stupid little cock slave, and your ass gets lit on fire. Then, I’ll get mean,” he grabbed her hair and forced her to look into his eyes, “You understand me?”

She nodded her head, fearfully, tears leaking from her eyes and he said, “Well then, get to it, slave, it’s going to be your life’s work, might as well start practicing now.”

Reluctantly, Laura started to reach for his cock and he said, “Uh uh, slave, cross your wrists behind your back. You’ll be doing this more often than not bound, so put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

Again she hesitated and this time he hit the button on the remote. It was only for less than a second but it was enough for electricity to rip through her ass and she fell over screaming.

He didn’t give her any time to recover as he kicked her side, relatively lightly and said, “Back in position, slave, now!”

She moved as quickly as she could but it wasn’t fast enough for him and he yelled, “I said move your ass you worthless cunt,” and again he hit the remote quickly.

She knew she couldn’t fall over again and instead she let out a yelp and somehow managed to stay up right. She quickly put her hands behind her back and moved towards his cock again.

She was disgusted by what she was about to do, but she knew there was no getting around it. Her choices were simple, she could suck his cock or she could be tortured and suck his cock anyway.

Tears streamed down her face as she moved forward and took him into her mouth.

The man closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet mouth as it wrapped around his cock.

She wasn’t an expert by any means, but fear was an impressive motivator, and stark terror was even better. He knew she was completely out of balance and her mental defenses were all but shot after her trip. She might have offered more reluctance than she had twelve or so hours ago, but now. She was at a point where she would do anything to get some kind of relief and he knew it.

So she sucked licked and played with his cock haltingly but well enough that he could tell she was really trying. The continued sobs as she did so just made him harder.

He could have stretched this out, but he was tired and really, he was only doing this because he liked debasing a new slave like this. It gave him a thrill no one that hadn’t done it could even imagine. He felt himself getting close and he grabbed her haid in his hand and buried his cock to the back of her throat as his load exploded.

The move was completly unexpected and the sudden blockage of her air passage caused her to start to struggle and her arms came from behind her back but he ignored it as he shot jet after jet of hot semen down her throat.

“Swallow it or suffocate, whore,” he said through clenched teeth.

Apparently she heard him because she did as ordered and he groaned as her swallowing throat milked him even more.

Finally he was done and he shoved her away, causing her to fall over as he did.

She was sputtering and coughing and he said loudly, “Back in position, cunt, you weren’t given permission to move.”

Again he punctuated the harsh command with another shock and she moved quickly into position, all the whole choking and coughing. She wanted to wipe her face but realized if she tried to move her arms he’d just punish her again, so she did her best to shake the saliva and cum off her face and she sat there on her knees.

Secretly he was impressed with how quickly she’d gotten back into position and remembered to keep her arms behind her back. It was just one more testament to how easily she’d be trained and what a fine slave she would make.

Out loud he said, “Barely adequate slave, but luckily for you, I’m not going to be training you,” he reached down and forced her head back so she was again looking up at him and he said, “a word of advice, however, I’d work on eliminating that gag reflex. It’s going to cause you problems in the future.”

He then pushed her head back down and put his cock back in his pants.

He studied her intently and she lowered her gaze so far she was almost staring at her own naval, coughing all the while.

Finally, he seems satisfied and said “Last thing, slave, I’ll be coming down here in about eight hours to get you ready for your trip. I expect you to be waiting at the door in the proper position for slave. That means you will be facing away from the door. Kneeling back on your heels your big toes touching. Your head down with your forehead on the floor your hands behind your back with your wrists crossed. I expect your legs to be spread as wide as possible to give me a good look at that slave cunt of yours.”

“If you’re not in this position, or your legs aren’t spread enough for me to see your cunt and ass clearly, well, I’m sure you can figure out just how imaginative and creative I can be in my discipline.”

He was actually able to see her begin to shudder at the mere thought of that.

“I suggest you get some sleep, you’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”

With that he slammed the door shut and turned out the lights.

*****

Laura continued to shudder as a man left and the lights went out, plunging her into darkness. She continued to cough and gag on the nasty taste he’d left in her mouth. The oral rape was just one more nail in the coffin of her individuality. She didn’t want to do that, could have never conceived of doing something like that before, at least never under such conditions. She was, and in fact, had always been a willful and spirited woman. Always willing to fight when she thought it needed to be done and never willing to let anyone treat her badly or as an inferior simply because she was a woman. She’d always told herself she’d fight if something like that happened. She’d make the man sorry and she’d bite his dick off.

When the time came, however she simply crumbled. She was completely disgusted with her weakness even as she understood she’d never really had any choice.

She shook her head, ‘You’re better than this. You know you are, you’ve got to fight,’ the inner voice sounded hollow and empty, even to herself.

In fact, as she tried to call up that courage she’d always counted on she found it simply wasn’t there. The 14 hour trip, hanging in those chains, helplessly forced to orgasm over and over again, punished with the unforgiving, searing electrical shocks and now, forced to pleasure a rapist and kidnapper with her mouth with no possibility of resisting had completely devastated her will and her spirit.

She was trying desperately to rally some kind of defense; to somehow reinforce her battered courage so she could think clearly and try to figure some way to get out of this, some means to escape. Sadly, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that there seemed to be little hope.

Instinctively she curled herself into a tight ball, seeking the psychological comfort of the fetal position. She was absolutely terrified, demoralized, and already more than half way to exactly where he wanted her; feeling completely helpless and devastated while knowing on an instinctive level that any resistance was futile at best.

Her kidnapper had obviously done this before. He was cautious, having never given her any opportunity where she could try to defend herself. From the moment he’d attacked her in her flat he’d maintained brutal control and enforced that control with harsh, ruthless means.

He’d even taken her hours from her home. She was in another country at this point, not even sure where she was. For all she knew even if she escaped him, there was no telling who or what she’d run into outside and how she would be treated. Incredibly it could be even worse.

No, her kidnapper was very skilled and knew exactly how to keep her helpless, and eliminate any possibility of escape. She had only to reach down, past the bruises she felt on her ass from the beating and and touch the chain connected to the device locked in her own ass to realize that.

Unless she was very, very lucky or her captor was suddenly very, very stupid, she was doomed to the exact life he described for her. Unfortunately, she didn’t think either of those were a possibility for her at this.

*****

The man watched the screen as the green tinted night vision camera showed him Laura as she curled into a ball for protection. He’d seen it in nearly every acquisition he’d ever made. They all, at some point, instinctively seek the position they were most safe, curled up in their mother’s womb.

Once, as an experiment, he’d actually used that against one of his slaves. He’d bound her into that exact position and then tortured and raped her repeatedly.

He’d done it for weeks.

It got to the point where he didn’t need the bindings, he’d simply say, “ball” and the slave knew to get into that position and that something decidedly unpleasant was coming.

Effectively he’d eliminated the one safe thing she had thought she could do in his captivity. In taking even that from her, she’d literally crumbled, psychologically speaking, and had broken far earlier than he’d anticipated.

He’d had to sell her off early because she was so pathetically obedient at that point she wasn’t any fun anymore.

He smiled at the memory. It had at least given him more knowledge into the psyche of his prey. It had also been a lot of fun destroying that little Greek bitch.

He turned back to the monitor and smiled, he truly wished he could keep her, but alas that wasn’t going to happen.

He turned from the screen and headed to his room, he needed sleep, he had a lot to do tomorrow.

*****

Eight hours came too soon for Laura. She had found it difficult to get into a comfortable position and to relax; afraid that she would accidentally pull on the chain if she did. Finally, exhaustion had taken its toll and she finally fell asleep. It was by no means restful as her subconscious continued to play the events over in her mind, and the fears of what was to come. No, it wasn’t restful by any means.

A few short hours later she heard the door start open.

She scrambled madly to get in the position, pulling on the chain and zapping herself once. She screamed out as it happened but continued to move as quickly as possible to get into position. The door open just has her head hit the hit the floor and her wrist crossed behind her back. She was sitting there, panting with her efforts and began to shake immediately in fear as she was once again in the presence of this man.

He had opened the door and smiled when he saw her. He’d made sure to make a lot of racket as there would’ve been no way for her to know he was coming otherwise.

It could’ve been fun to surprise her and spend the rest of the day torturing her for failing to do as she was ordered, but he didn’t have time for that and she wasn’t one of his to train. He was sadly just a middleman.

Still, it was gratifying to see the way she was already shaking in obvious fear, simply by his mere presence.

She knew he was simply standing there, watching her, and the desire to move was nearly overwhelming, nearly. Fear and instinct commanded her not to move.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he said, “The position is definitely not perfect slave,” he saw her begin to shake even more.

‘I can do better, I promise,’ immediately ran through her bruised psyche and she almost shifted to try and get into position better but stopped as he said, “It is, however, adequate for today. Luckily for you I’m not going to be the one training you so count your blessings,” he chuckled, “That is if you even believe in those anymore. “

She almost sighed in relief, not even consciously aware of the thoughts that had just passed through her head. Her psychological modification had already started and she didn’t even know it. Her owners would be pleased if they knew it.

He approached her quickly and locked her wrists behind her back with a simple set of handcuffs and her ankles were secured with leg irons. He detached the chain from the wall and pulled her to her feet. He fed the chain from her anal leash up between the lips of her pussy and then wrapped it around her neck, and locking it in place and making a makeshift collar and leash. He then dragged her out of the room.

She couldn’t help but glance around and he said, “Eyes down, you already know better.”

She immediately dropped her eyes to the floor and he once again smiled to himself at how easily she was accepting her new role. This was definitely not the self-assured woman he’d been watching for weeks and he knew she would make an excellent slave and once trained and properly inspired he had no doubt she would fuck like a champion.

He led her across the room to metal chair and told her to sit down. She did so without question and he began to secure her in place and in short order she was sitting with her legs spread, her arms back and her head immobilized.

He said, “Now, slave, your owners wish you to be pierced.” She looked at them horrified and he continued, “Given the skill I have in that I have agreed to do so for a nominal fee.”

He held up the rings that he would be using to pierce her with. They looked incredibly large to her. The smallest ones, for her nipples, looked like as large as the inside of a pin. He looked at her and said, “You don’t want to be pierced?”

She tried to shake her head and he said, “OK, I give you permission right now to speak. Go ahead make your case.”

She did exactly that. She begged him not to do it. She explained how she was terrified of needles and that she couldn’t stand the idea. How there was no way she could take the pain. She begged with everything she had, trying to convince him.

After this went on for a while he snapped his hand fingers in her face and said, “Quiet!”

She immediately went silent again, like a well-trained animal.

He said, “You got that out of your system, do you feel better? It’s not going to change anything but at least it’s a lesson for you, and one you should bear in mind, slave.”

He waited till he was sure she was completely focused on him, and not looking at the rings he still held between his fingers, “Occasionally it may please your owners to hear you beg. It will never change your owner’s mind as they will have already decided what course of action they will take and you will obey. If you’re every permitted to beg against it, it’s not because they may be waived by your pathetic whimpering but because it pleases him to watch you beg and then to deny what you ask.”

He saw the devastation his words had and then gave her a little more, “Now, let’s get started. We have a lot of work to do. By the way, it’s ok to scream, I like it.”

The next half hour consisted of Laura screaming in agony and fear as her body was pierced again and again.

The man started with both of her labia and commenting as he did that perhaps her Owners planned on locking one of the special devices inside of her. Wouldn’t it be funny, he said, that they could leave her hands free and there would still be no way she could prevent what was happening to her due to the locks.

Her mind conjured that image into her mind and it rolled around in her head, driving her terror higher. He continued with his task, next she piercing her nipples, driving the needle through the tip. He explained over her crying, “Rings through a slave’s nipples make excellent connection points for a leash. It’s truly humiliating for them to be led around by a leash on their nipples,” he smiled as a thought occurred to him, “Of course not nearly as humiliating as being led by a leash connected to their nose ring,” he looked her right in the eye and finished, “or it’s clit.”

As he placed the rings he said, I’ve put these at the tip so your Owners will have the option of piercing your nipples further back. Just how beautiful you’ll look with double piercings slave.”

She looked at him, terrified, and he just chuckled before holding up one of the rings, By the way, I’m sure you’ve noticed there’s no ball on these,” she looked and now did notice, he said, “These are very special rings, made of titanium they are designed so that once they are closed they lock on, permanently. The only possible way to get them off would be with the diamond cutting tool and you’d probably be just as likely to cut your nipples off as a cut off the rings. It’s the same for all the other piercings being put in your body,” he smiled, “including the ones I’m going to put in your nose and your clit. You can pretty much consider these to be a permanent part of your body.”

She started squirming against her bindings at that revelation, even though it was useless. He continued, ignoring her, “Just think, when you die, and your body has decayed and there’s nothing but a skeleton the rings will still be there. I your body is ever found b some kind of excavation they’ll find a skeleton and these rings and even then, hundreds or thousands of years from now those people will still know that they have just found the body of a useless, worthless, stupid slave. How does that make you feel?”

He laughed at her squeals of fear and said, “Yes they are very beautiful but now we have two more to do.” She froze as he explained, “So which do you think I should do next: The nose ring is usually considered much more humiliating to the women that I have pierced, however the one down below is always a little more entertaining.”

She tried to shake her head, reminding him she didn’t want either but he ignored her as he said, “Eenie meenie miney mo. Oh it’s your nose Laura.”

She tried to shake her way free of the chair once again then tried to shake her head to keep him from being able to get a firm grip on her face. He dispassionately reached for the straps that held her head and torqued down on them even more. At that point even the small amount of movement she had was removed and the tightness on her head actually brought tears to her eyes from a new source, beyond the pain and fear she was already experiencing.

He pulled out a needle that looked to her terror drunk mind, like it was more appropriate for knitting a sweater than for piercing flesh. He ran the needle through a flame as he looked at her and said, “I don’t want you to be bleeding excessively. After all I don’t want to have to clean up your slut blood, now do I?”

Finally, he was ready and grabbed a pair forceps to get a firmer grip on her septum. He lined up the needle and plunged it through the Cartlidge.

Laura howled in pain like she’d never felt before as she felt the flesh yield to the pressure and sharpness of the needle piercing the her nose. It was unlike anything she could’ve ever imagined and he ignored her completely as he examined the hole and found the heat had done its job of minimizing bleeding.

He placed two pieces of metal on either side of the septum and used small rivets to mount them to her septum. While small and thin they were very strong and would add additional strength to the piercing. After done he put the locking titanium ring in place and moved on to the final piercing.

Laura knew what was going to happen and she fought as hard as anyone could but she might as well have been paralyzed. Two minutes later and screams of agony that would echo though her soul for a lifetime and Laura now had a permanent metal ring through the most sensitive flesh of her clit.

The man smile down her face and the tears that were streaming from her eyes and said, “Don’t worry, the inflatable dildo that you came here with has a special modification, these particular rings actually work with it to make it much easier to feed your clit through the hole. That means your Owners will still be able to use that wondrous device on you. She cried harder at that information and he shrugged, “We need to keep moving, we have much more to do and some of the things are probably going to be a little uncomfortable,” he actually laughed at that.

He went on to clean her out front and back, using a large cattle syringe for her backside, preventing any discharge and effectively dealing with the issue.

Then he forced her to drink a couple of energy drinks since by this point it had been more than 24 hours since she’d had any nourishment.

Finally, he gave her a douche, to clean her out in front. She absently noted that he was actually using the brand that she used. It was a testament to her just how long he had been studying her.

He smiled at her as he held up her new shoes, “I don’t know if a slut like you has ever seen anything like this before. In case you haven’t let me explain. These are called ballet boots they’re very special and they make a woman’s or a slave’s leg look very long and lean and quite stunning actually. These boots of course are modified with a “special present” for a slave like you, because comfort isn’t a concern for one of those.”

Laura just look at the boots and couldn’t imagine how it would ever be possible to be comfortable or even wear something so extreme. Her toes were literally going to be pointed directly at the ground and would be supporting her entire weight, minus whatever wait she was able to put on the heel. She could already imagine that her calves would cramp up almost immediately once they were put on and groaned at that thought.

He ignored her moan as he continued his explanation, “These also lock in place, so, even if by some miracle your arms were actually free you still would not be able to remove them without the key. There’s also another little surprise but I’ll let you find out in a little bit. For now let’s get these on.”

He opened the boot and grabbed her right leg, looking into her eye and daring her to fight.

Laura actually considered it for a moment but the look in her eye told her everything she needed to know. He wanted her to try to resist. He wanted an excuse to hurt her even more. Of course he’d already demonstrated that he didn’t need a reason to do that other than enjoying the act of crushing her spirit. Still, she could imagine that if she gave him one he would take full advantage and make her very sorry.

‘I can’t give him any more reason,’ she thought, defeatedly, ‘I can’t take anymore.’

With that, she simply lowered her eyes and, unresistingly, allowed him to start to feed her foot and leg into it the evil looking footwear.

As he worked he said, “I’m disappointed. I expected a little more spirit, a little bit more fight, but ultimately I’m not shocked at all. You’re just like every other cunt in the world; you already know your place.”

The words cut and hurt her deeply, and the worst thing was that at this point she couldn’t even muster the energy internally to disagree with his assessment. She’d just crumbled. She could have made a show of resisting him. Tried to make him earn her, made him realize she wasn’t weak, but in the end that’s exactly what she had been. That knowledge stung more than the electricity he’d used on her did.

He fed the boot on her foot and tightened it impossibly tight. She watched as he buckled the cuff in place around her ankle locking the shoe on her foot exactly as he promised.

He repeated the process on her other foot. Now, even if he were to suddenly release her she would only be able to take small, slow, mincing steps, if at all, to try to escape. The boots were as effective as if her ankles had leg irons with a cannonball attached locked on to them.

“Now for your arms,” he said and he collapsed the back of the chair that she was in after strapping her legs back down. He kept the lap strap in place and removed all her bindings above it and forced her to sit up.

Depressingly she realized that even with so much of her body unbound she was still no closer to freedom than she had been when he had first attacked her in her apartment.

He smiled at her as if reading her mind and she looked to the side in defeat.

For her arms, he told her, he wanted to secure them but didn’t want to impede blood flow. If someone decided they were going to take her arms off they would do it because they wanted to do it and not because his ham-handed bondage had cause gangrene.

He laughed at the look such a thought caused to form on her face but didn’t slow his work.

He fastened a strange kind of bitten over her hand that forced it into fist. It had a cuff that locked securely around her wrist and there was a ring on the end of the mitten where her knuckles would be.

He locked another on her and now had no use of her fingers. She was free to swing and move her arms if she were foolish enough to do so, but she had no fingers to do anything.

‘Just like an animal’ she thought.

Next he buckled thick leather cuffs around her arms just for elbows. With that done he attached a strap to the end of each of the mittens. He took the strap from her right mitten, ran it over her left shoulder and then under her left armpit. He repeated that path with the strap on her left mitten. Then he slowly forced each arm further behind and then up her back. Once satisfied at the height her arms were up her back he secured each strap to the corresponding cuff above her elbow.

Her arms were now held in a double hammer with her wrists crossed behind her back, midway down her spine. The position was not truly uncomfortable and she could tell that the blood flow wouldn’t really be effected, but she could also appreciate how completely helpless her arms were, as well as the fact that if the straps were pulled tighter and her arms forced further up her back it could quickly become agonizing.

As a final level of security he showed her a double set of rings that he locked around her wrist, further ensuring her utter helplessness.

Finally he went over to the wall and pushed a button there and she heard a motor activate and watched as a cable was lowered from the ceiling.

She didn’t know why but that site caused her to again begin to shudder in fear.

He stepped up to her with a set of cables shaped like a ‘Y’ with clips on all three ends. He proceeded to attach a clip to both of her nipples and her nose ring. He’d lifted her chin before he started and the entire time he stared into her eyes, daring her try to move away or try to do anything as he attached the clips to her new piercings.

Laura winced at the pulling on her recently violated flesh but did nothing else as he worked.

When he was done he unfastened her legs and forced her to begin putting weight on her toes. She whined again and her mouth opened as if to speak but she quickly clamped her lips closed and looked at him.

He left her and walked back to the controls. She watched him the entire time as he move her eyes never leaving him and when he reached the controls for the winch she shook her head desperately pleading into her with her eyes for just one small piece of mercy. That’s all she wanted.

‘Please, please just stop,’ she cried silently.

He smiled and hit the winch and slowly lifted in the air. Laura was forced to stand as the cable pulled on her newly pierced flesh. He was too skinny position her toes immediately and agony she tried to shift some of her weight to her heels and that’s when she discovered the “special present” he was talking about as apparently there was a sharp spike in the shoes where her heel was.

Whenever she tried to rest some of her weight there the pain from the spike forced her back on her toes. she teetered back-and-forth in danger of losing her balance and was forced to use the cables to maintain her balance, naturally pulling painfully on her sensitive flesh.

Finally, she found a point of equilibrium and was able to stand there on her toes while using some mild tension on her nose and nipples to keep her balance. She was whining almost constantly in pain bordering on sheer agony.

Laura didn’t know how long could maintain this, certainly no more than a few moments, but as he walked away from the controls for the winch she had a horrible feeling that she would be required to hold this position much longer than that.

He went to work, ignoring her completely as he pulled out a large black case and Laura couldn’t help but notice that it was shaped like a person. He it laid on the ground and inside was a set of straps and flaps that looked the world like a bag. He pulled out the other half and on the top she noticed that it had some kind of computer where the feet would be and an opening for the face.

He moved around make his preparations and completely ignoring Laura’s struggles.

Meanwhile Laura continued to suffer and fatigue quickly settled in and her legs were beginning to shake and shudder as a lactic acid buildup in them. She didn’t have the endurance for this and she didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to stay up. Repeatedly she had felt herself begin to falter and the pulling tension on her nose and nipples was the only thing that would force her back upright, but each time it was getting harder and harder.

Finally, when she was certain that she was not going to be able to stay up another second and she actually started to teeter over he was suddenly there, holding her up. She couldn’t help but look gratefully at him, hating herself for the relief she felt at being in his arms.

As he held her he pulled a remote from his pocket and for a moment she had visions of electricity shooting through her body from the piercings. She started whining, but again didn’t speak as she cried in fear and desperation.

He simply ignored her as he hit a button and the winch began releasing some of the tension on the cables and he slowly lowered her to the ground.

He hit another button and the winch cable slowly ascended back into ceiling and disappeared.

He ignored the disappearing cable and decided it was finally time for her gag. He had left it out till now because he wanted to test her. He wanted to see if she could obey his order to not speak. He’d done this with many of his previous conquests, to gage their mental state. He’d found that the more overwhelmed they were the more obedient and afraid they were.

Laura had done very well. Not perfect, mind you, but she’d demonstrated a keen personality trait for slavery. She’d done everything she could to obey his orders and had demonstrated the night before she could beg very well without speaking.

She’d do well in her new life.

The gag was a simple matter as he took a large leather bag and forced it into her mouth. The bag had straps attached to it that would fasten around her head and pull it deeply into her mouth and it had an inflatable bladder inside it, much like a football, allowing it to expand inside her mouth and take up even more room.

After the gag was firmly strapped in, and her eyes were watering with the tightness, he inserted the small inflator and began to expand the bag inside her mouth.

He continued until she was whining at the pressure but the sound had been almost completely eliminated. Satisfied, he pulled out the inflator and then put the black helmet over her face that left only her nose and eyes exposed and ensured the earbuds were in place before tightening the helmet and then moving on.

Continuing to take advantage of Laura’s immobility he slipped the dildoes from before into her holes. They slid in easily enough with some lubrication and, as promised the ring in her clit made feeding it through much easier. He made sure to tighten the belt securely and even pulled her labia piercings around the strap and locked a small padlock through the rings, effectively securing the strap into place, demonstrating exactly what he had mentioned earlier.

She moaned into her gag as he did this and tried to pull away but was still too tired to do so. He set down a set of straps he’d pulled from a table and he began to securely fasten them around her thighs, above and below her knees, her calves, and her ankles.

In each case a smaller strap was fed through her legs and around the strap to allow the straps to be tightened even further then. He started at the top and worked his way down and after a few moments of readjustment and final tightening her legs were virtually welded together.

He lifted her body and placed her inside the coffin like case, and she felt herself sink into the thick padding. Her overwhelmed mind immediately began to race. The fact it looked like a coffin simply pushed Laura’s devestated mind over the edge, ‘Oh my God,’ she thought, ‘I made him mad. I did something wrong! He’s disappointed in me! He’s going to bury me alive!

She started trying to squirm but between the bondage and the fatigue from being made to stand for so long her body had virtually no energy at all and she was doing little more than vibrating in place with even her best efforts to move.

Unaware of her thoughts, not that he would have cared if he’d heard them, he proceeded to secure her inside the transport case. He laced the bag up tightening the bindings from the tips of her toes up, making, fastening the straps into place as he went and ensuring to feed the wires for her dildoes through the cutouts.

He continued to work steadily until he reached Laura’s tits. At that point he opened small flaps and aligned her soft flesh so her pierced nipples stuck through. He then applied clamps to her nipples that would give her additional shocks in her travels and then completed the lacing and strapping.

He finished by strapping her head into place and when all was done she was completely immobilized.

He went over to his workbench, ignoring the near constant pleading, screaming, and crying that she was doing, and came back with a small device and reached her eyes.

Working slowly and diligently he was able to hook up the small metal device to Laura’s left eye and force it open. Then, without saying a word, he pulled out a pair of contact lenses that was completely blacked out.

He pulled out one of the contacts and put it into her eye. Once it was in satisfactorily he released the clamp and watched her blink involuntarily and the contact aligned perfectly.

Realization that she was now completely blind in that eye new round of panic and she started to try to shake her head.

He smiled at her and said, “You’re going to be completely blind for your trip. The facial hole will allow anybody to look in and see the pathetic face of a whiny slave but you won’t be able to see anyone. The plugs in your ears will alternate between playing white nose and a special mantra for you to learn. The computer down at your foot will be activated and it will send random shocks and/or vibrations to your clit, cunt, ass, and tits. Depending on what the driver decides. You are in for an even more uncomfortable ride then you had from London, and much longer.”

He stroked her face gently and reveled in the terror and begging he saw as he said, “Once I put this other contact in, you’re never going to see me again. I would wish you good luck but that would be pointless.”

He then applied the clamp to her right eye even though she tried to keep it shut. A simple threat of turning on all of the shock devices at once was enough to force her to open right even though he could repeated the procedure with her other eye.

Laura was sobbing uncontrollably now as she lay motionless in complete and utter darkness.

He lifted the top half of the case into place and then locked it down before activating the computer to do exactly as advertised; give her random vibrations and shocks with the occasional long run of the vibrator to force her to orgasm.

The case was designed with sensors to detect things like temperature, respiration, and heartrate.

It wouldn’t do to have product expire in transit and these cases ensured slaves could be transferred in safety while ensuring they were kept well aware of their complete and utter helplessness.

The sensors could be integrated with the computer controls for the clamps and dildoes and set to deliver painful shocks if heartrate rose above a certain level, like when a woman approached orgasm.

He’d recommend that to the driver that picked her up because it would certainly be educational for her.

With everything done he used the winch overhead the load her onto a dolly and then move her out to the van. He shut the door and headed for the rendezvous.

He wasn’t sure exactly how long she was going to be in the case but he had been told that she needed be prepped for at least a 24 hour trip.

24 hours in that hell?

He actually laughed out loud.

*****

Inside her prison Laura was trapped inside her own mind. Over and over again she tried desperately to gain some control over herself. To try and calm down, to slow herself down.

Each time she thought she was doing so a small vibration or shock would hit and she’d try and pull or love away only to realize the complete helplessness of her situation again and fall over the cliff into mindless panic once again.

She couldn’t survive this. She couldn’t go on if this was going to be her life. Tortured and abused for the amusment of sadistic lunatics. No one could survive this.

Deep in her mind, the tiny voice that had already acknowledged herself as IT, began to whisper again.

‘You’re not going to survive. You’re not meant to survive. Laura is meant to die, to cease to exist. All they want is IT. You need to let go of yourself and accept.’

She tried to resist that traitorous inner voice, but as the white noise gave way to a whispering voice it became harder.

The voice in the headphones repeated over and over, telling her she was worthless, that she was a slave, that she was a toy, that she needed to obey, that she was nothing, and it punctuated each statement with a searing shock to her ass and cunt. She clamped her eyes chut tightly and screamed for all she was worth.

In her state of sensory deprivation it soon began to feel like the voice from the headphones was coming from the very center of her own head, and that whispering voice began to merge with her own inner voice and both grew louder. Harmonizing to drown out the voice of her resistance and will, and pushing Laura further and further down.

‘What will I be like when I get where I’m going,’ she couldn’t help but ask herself.

Then there was no more time for thoughts as the vibrators came to life and she was overcome with unquenchable lust that made coherent thought impossible.

Laura wasn’t broken fully by any means, and her owners would know that even if she didn’t, but soon, she would arrive at her destination and her true training and breaking would then begin.

Winter’s Witch part 4

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence
Summary: Bucky Barnes had just escaped his captors, Hydra. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Somehow, he manages to stumble into a girl’s apartment who he’s met before. The twist is- she’s not your average girl.
A/N: If he looked at me like in the gif bellow I would probably vomit Hi sorry this is so short it’s like the calm before the storm (aka the next chapter wink wink)
Word Count: 1.6K

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Getting It Right

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,131

Request: Can you do an imagine or a one shot where the reader is plus sized and Dean tells her she is beautiful but with some angst and a lot of fluff? please and thank you :)

And: May I get a Dean story where the reader is a chubby? She has to deal with Dean constantly flirting with girls in front of her so she just kinda gives up and spends most of the time in the room with minimal interactions with him. Please 😚😙

And: Could you maybe do one where the reader is trying hard to get fit/healthy for one of the guys to notice her, but nothing seems to work? She’s eating healthy, and spends most of her free time working out- to the point that she ends up sick/injured? She gets down because she doesn’t think that she’s cut out for hunting, or either of them?

Warning: Negative body image, little bit of self hate, language

A/N: Knocking out 3 requests in 1 fic! Holy cow, this one really got away from me. Anyways, just wanna say that y’all are all amazing and beautiful and capable the way you are <3 You go ahead and eat those fries or run that mile, you do you :)

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The morning sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, waking the birds and sending them in to song, warming the earth and casting a golden light over the land. And it would have been a beautiful morning – one that you’d be more than happy to share with a certain hunter – but it was completely ruined by the sound of your labored breathing and the slow burning fire running through your entire body.

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Escaping fate part 2

Hey you guys. Thank you so much for all the comments. I appreciate it more than I can put into words. I also wanted to let you know that I have decided that Friday, will be the update day for this series. So look for a new part every Friday. Thank you again. ILY!!!

Spencer x Reader

Previous parts: Part 1

Description: You and Spencer have lived many lives, loosing and finding each other, making choices that ultimately lead to it ending in some tragic accident. Now present day, you meet at the B.A.U and your past lives come to you in dreams, each teaching you a different lesson. You both need to learn from them in order to save the other, and escape your tragic fate.

Word count: 1,523

Song: Speechless by The Veronicas

Originally posted by toyboxboy

~It is said that some lives are linked across time. Connected by an ancient calling that echos through the ages. 

You didn’t believe it. But no matter how many times you tried to blink away his image, he was still standing there. His eyes never moved from your face.

“Uh do you guys know each other? Hotch asked stepping around you out of the elevator.

You shook your head, focusing back on the present time. You hesitated and glanced back at Spencer. His intense brown eyes bore into yours waiting for you to answer, it made your voice catch in your throat. You quickly tore your eyes away from his and looked back at Hotch. “Uh no, we haven’t.”

“Really?” He asked surprised. “Well okay let me introduce you. Y/n this is SSA Spencer Reid. Spencer this y/n, the new recruit I was telling you guys about a few days ago. “ He said indicating to each of you as he spoke your names.

Spencer held his hand out for you to shake. You reached out to take it and paused for a moment. You had no idea what kind of effect touching him would have on you. If the way he looked at you was making your heart do flips you couldn’t imagine what contact would do to you.

But you were no coward and your skin was itching to reach out and touch him. It was almost like you couldn’t control yourself. You were undeniably drawn to him. So, squaring your shoulders you clasped his hand with yours and felt the electricity spark through you.

You quickly pulled away, being sure to keep your eyes off his face. You didn’t care how rude it was, you just couldn’t look at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Spencer.”

You couldn’t see him but his voice told you all you needed to know. It was sad and confused as he replied. “Like wise y/n. I look forward to working with you.”

There was an awkward silence that followed after. You shuffled back and forth on your feet uncomfortable until, you couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up. “So… Should we see the rest of the B.A.U?” You asked Hotch. He was staring at Spencer suspiciously.

“Hello Mr. Hotchner. Should we finish up the rest of the tour and meet everyone else?” You asked gain tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

He looked away from Spencer at your voice and smiled. “Of course, follow me.”

You were about to walk off with him when Spencer’s arm shot out and grabbed your arm. He spun you around so you faced him and your eyes locked with his. “Actually Hotch, I think that Rossi wanted to talk to you for a minute. I can finish giving y/n the tour.”

Hotch looked between the two of you and shook his head. “Okay I’ll just…” He trailed off noticing that neither of you were paying attention. He shrugged his shoulders and walked off to find Rossi.

You didn’t know how much time had passed. You were lost. Memories and feelings were coming to you in waves. They crashed through you one after the other until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. That was eventually what caused you to wrench yourself away from him.

You took in a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. “What is happening to me?” You asked pacing back and forth. “I don’t even know you. I’ve never even seen you before but I dreamt about you. God I think I’m going crazy.”

“You had the dream too?” He laughed. “ I knew it, when you looked at me I could see it in your eyes. When I saw you I was so relieved. I thought I lost you. Everything about that dream seemed so real, so tangible.” He said looking away from you as he got lost in thought.

“I remember the anger and jealousy at seeing the two of you so close, when he had you pressed up against the house. I couldn’t tell that he was making you do it. The rage consumed me and I ran at him. I was too blinded by anger to see the knife. But you did, you saw it and jumped right in front of me without a thought.” His eyes were glossy as he turned to look at you again.

By this point you had started to take small steps away from him. It was all too much. Everything he was saying was being thrown around in your head making it hard for you to think straight. You had no idea what was going on and it was starting to freak you out. But when he looked at you with his eyes, they held so much pain. You became mesmerized and your feet were rooted to the floor.

He slowly walked towards you and lifted his hands so your head was cradled between them. “I remember the blood and the fear and the agony twisting my heart as you laid there. I couldn’t do a damn thing to save you.  Then you looked at me with those big eyes of yours, and you told me you loved me. Your voice was shaking and you looked so afraid. And then you were gone. I held your lifeless body in my arms. Even waking up couldn’t stop the hurt. Now here you are, alive.”

His voice had dropped to whisper and tears fell from your eyes. “I’m just as confused as you are y/n. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I felt what I felt. And just because it was a dream doesn’t mean that the feelings aren’t real.”

“What do you want from me Spencer? We only met a few minutes ago.  I don’t know anything about you. I’m not going to throw myself at you because some dream we had, told us that we loved each other. I think we need to figure out what’s happening first, before we just jump into anything.”  You said pulling away from him and putting some much needed distance between the two of you.

You thought that he might argue with you but instead he sighed and ran his hands through his hair.  “You’re right. This is all happening a little fast. I’ll read up on this and try to figure out what’s happening to us. We can have dinner tonight so I can tell you what I found out.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him. “I like how you snuck that date thing in there.” You laughed. “Alright Spencer you can come pick me up around eight. But you better have some answers. Now can we get back to the tour? I still have a job to start today.”

He laughed with you and grabbed your hand and led you through the rest of the B.A.U. You met the team. They were all amazing which didn’t really surprise you. Then you went straight to work diving into your first case.

When you got home there was barely enough time for you to get ready before your date with Spencer. You jumped in the shower picked out your clothes and got ready as fast as you could. But as the time drew closer to eight o’clock a bad feeling began to take hold of you, making you second guess your plans for the night.

But when you opened up the door and saw Spencer standing there you just couldn’t bring yourself to cancel. Instead you pushed the feeling to the back of your mind and focused on what was happening right now.

He opened the car door for you and you drove to the restaurant in silence until you remembered the reason you had agrees to go out with him in the first place. “So what did you find out?” You asked looking at him.

He sighed reluctantly and started telling you everything he had found out. “I read a few books and some articles on the internet. There are multiple cases of something like this happening. They all seem to be saying something different and similar at the same time. But from what I read, it looks like they all mainly focus on life after death.”

“Okay can you be a little more specific, because I’m not getting it?” You asked.

The car began to slow down and he parked the car in front of a small restaurant that had golden light pouring through the windows.  When the car was off he turned to face you.

“It’s talking about reincarnation y/n. The dream we had last night was one of our lives. And if anything I’ve read is correct this isn’t the end of it. Something went wrong in our past lives that kept us from doing something. So we have to keep living and dying until we figure out what went wrong in each life.”

“Are you sure about this Spencer? You have to admit that this sounds a little crazy.” You asked

His expression and his eyes were dead serious when he responded. “Y/n I’m not messing with you. If this is for real, you could die. We need to figure this out because I can’t watch you die again.”

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“And His Lips Don’t Leave A Sound”: On Dean’s Voice Post Hell

“If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”

This well known philosophical question regarding observation and knowledge of reality kind of popped up in my head when I was thinking about (I know, I know, what else is new) Dean post Hell. Don’t worry, this is not going to be long and will also not feature any in depth discussion of the metaphysical theories this quote sparked in the philosophical world. I really just borrow the quote from it (I’ll just talk about this very very loosely, so if you’d like a short recap on what this theory is about, read here). Though some of the aspects put forward in this philosophical discussion are extremely interesting to ponder - especially the question of disimilarity between sensation and reality, which is a huge thing about Hell as Dean talks about having been torn apart and magically put back together while for all we know Dean didn’t have a body to be hurt, but what was damaged and hurt and tortured was his psyche, his spirit or as Supernatural put it: his soul.

That said, to me the lead in quote is mostly interesting in relation to how Dean’s voice changed after he returned from Hell. Because this change in Dean’s voice - and I could very well imagine it was a conscious decision made by Jensen to have Dean’s sound darker (one day I’ll dare to ask that question at a panel, one day!!!) - feels to be such a fitting metaphor and connected to his emotional and overall psychological state of being after 40 years of Hell.

The very last scene of season 3 is Dean in Hell, strung up on hooks, all alone, scared out of his mind, bleeding and hurting and screaming for his brother. And in fact it was made a point that the very last thing the audience would take with it for the hiatus is a black screen while one can still hear Dean scream “Sam!”. It was one of the most horrifying and gruesome scenes of Supernatural and in relation to the quote above captures heartbreakingly that none of those screams were heard, because - if we work very loosely with the thought experiment of the tree and the sound - there was no one around who truly cared about Dean who would hear him scream. This unanswered cry for help to me is one of the toughest things about this scene.

Of course what Dean endured in Hell, what he experienced, what he himself did, all of it left marks and scars on Dean, he returned from Hell a changed man, a broken man - and that even is emphasized within the narrative again with the whole talk about Dean “breaking in Hell”. And this aspect Dean returning as a broken man imo was beautifully highlighted by the change in Dean’s voice, because even if no one may have been around to hear Dean’s screams, his vocal chords remembered them as his voice sounds a lot darker, mroe hoarse and really just broken after Hell.

In this regard the very first scene of season 4 will also always send shivers down my spine, because man, there was thought put into this set up. Because after the horror and flashing of blood and gore and close ups of Dean’s eyes (which at one point actualy are pitch black and showing how close Dean may have come to becoming a demon back then) in total darkness (iin perfect connection to how S3 ended with a black screen and Dean’s scream for Sam) we hear Dean cough and then scream “Help!” but there is barely a sound coming from his lips. As we can hear in this moment, Dean may be put back into his body with vocal chords that hadn’t been used in a while, but that still sounded exactly like those of someone who screamed out in pain, fear and agony for decades. We hear a broken voice.

And maybe I am once more thinking about this way too deeply, but I truly find Jensen’s decision to have Dean come back from Hell with a darker and much more hoarse sounding voice absolutely genious, painful and yet amazing. Because how could Dean not come out of Hell a changed man? The trauma from that experience lives with him to this day as he never truly had the chance to heal. And well, the fact that Dean’s voice was barely audible in the first scenes of season 4 makes me think of how it is not uncommon for people to stop talking or “losing their voice” (something also thoroughly unique and as much connected to one’s identity as a name) after they have been traumatized. I very much see that being the case with Dean here too - though not long term, but since the show needed Dean to speak within the show obviously just briefly, but have him since then speak in a different and lower voice.

Plus: We know from Dean himself that he experienced just that - not wanting to talk / losing his voice - before. After all in 1x03 “Dead in the Water” where Dean bonds with Lucas, because essentally he sees himself in him (nice reverse parallels there: Lucas losing his father to the element of water and Dean having lost his mom to the element of fire) and gets the kid to open up when he tells him 

“You’re scared. It’s okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn’t feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.”

8

“It was back in March 1992, yet I remember it like it was yesterday. They were premiering his new clip then, ‘Remember The Time’, here in Australia, like they would have been all over the world and with the premiere and the promotion of his upcoming ‘Dangerous’ tour there was also a competition, where the winner and their partner would be flown to America to have dinner with Michael. The anticipation for this video was huge and I remember watching the video clip in awe, over and over again, amazed at how just when you think you have seen all there is to see from Michael he brings out something even more brilliant then before.

The next night, while still at the dinner table with my family, and while writing out the last of my entries for the competition of a life time, a competition that nothing could stop me from entering, I remember turning to my somewhat skeptical family to say the least and saying; “Just you all wait and see, I am going to win this!” The funny thing is that I did win and I didn’t even know it.

The following Monday I called work not feeling well and to advise that I wouldn’t be in. My supervisor did mumble something about Michael, but as I was not feeling well, I didn’t take much notice and hung up. Within a couple of minutes I had a call back from work from one of the other girls hysterical on the phone shouting, “Paula you won! Paula you won!” It took about two more calls from work and another two from MTV before I actually believed it. I swear that when I hung up from that last call the whole neighborhood must have heard me scream. They had drawn the Australian winner the previous Saturday, but we were at a wedding and didn’t even see it. I mean you don’t really think that you are going to win. Anyway, about a week or two later my husband and I were on our way to America to have dinner with Michael.

We were greeted at the airport by a Starlite Limo and driven to the La Belage hotel in Hollywood where we caught up with our MTV representatives and the other winners. There were thirty winners all together and their partners. They held a party for us to all meet that night and the next morning we were driven by bus to the Marriott Palm Desert hotel in Palm Springs where we had time to get ready before they came and picked us up to take us to the dinner to meet Michael that night.

We were driven to a secret location where they had been filming Michael’s ‘In The Closet’ during the day. The feeling was surreal when they took us to take photos on the actual set, before Michael arrived. I look at the photos even now, then look at the film clip with Michael and Naomi and it is still hard to believe that we are actually standing on the same set.

A big Marquee had been set up for the dinner with a real tropical carnival theme going on. There was lots of entertainment organized for us that night, from animals, like an elephant, a cheetah, a camel, a llama, a chimpanzee, as well as a puma who you felt was going to rise up and change into Michael at any moment, like it does in ‘Black or White,’ to a magician, people on stilts, fire eaters, and Rio dancers. The atmosphere was amazing and Michael had spared no expense. The place had been set up like a restaurant with small round dinner tables. We had been seated right up the front and next to our table was an empty reserved one. Much to our delight we were told that this was Michael’s table.

By this time we were overwhelmed by excitement as at any minute Michael was going to walk through the door and come and sit right next to us. We could barely contain ourselves and the agony of the wait was killing us. I remember us going outside and waiting to see Michael arrive by helicopter, but we were soon told we had to go back inside and sit down before he would come out of the helicopter and walk in. We did go back inside and finally Michael walked in. It was like the Earth just stood still. The media had been cruel, even back then, by claiming Michael was strange and weird, but let me tell you, I saw nothing strange or weird. I saw this beautiful, well dressed man walk through the door that was polite, well spoken, and gracious like he always is, and I will never forget that smile, that mesmerizing smile of his that just took your breath away. He truly looked amazing! The only thing strange I remember is how everything he walked past just seemed to light up and of how you just couldn’t take your eyes of him.

Michael greeted people as he walked past and then came and sat down. I remember going over to him with my husband, giving him a hug and a koala (not real of course), that he placed on his lap and started patting. The picture at that moment was priceless. We thanked him for the dinner and asked him whether he was coming to Australia soon and he replied “yes” and said that he would be touring. He was referring to the upcoming ‘Dangerous’ tour. (The Australian tour was later cancelled and we had to wait till the ‘History’ tour to see Michael again.) I had gone over in my head all the things that I was going to say to him and here I was up close and the words just wouldn’t come out. He literally left me speechless.

I remember Michael getting up and dancing the Conga. He and Naomi were both pulled up by one of the Rio Dancers and everyone else joined in a line behind. Here we were dancing the Conga with Michael…Not something you do everyday. I also remember how they called us and Michael over for our photo shoot together and of how my husband who was positioned directly behind him for the photos, placed both his hands on Michael’s shoulders and kept them there, even after being told to take them off by the photographer and of how Michael just turned his head around and gave this adorable smile. I also remember Michael turning around once the photos had finished and shaking our hands and bowing his head to us as we bowed to him. Here is this huge superstar, the world’s biggest Entertainer ever, that still has this humble nature about him. The only thing that night that I don’t seem to remember, even though it was a dinner, was eating any food. I know that there was plenty of food there, all personally prepared by Michael’s chef, and I remember Michael taking the first mouth full to start the dinner, but I don’t remember eating a single thing. Believe me that with Michael being so close to me, food was the last thing on my mind that night.

Michael was supposed to stay for only half an hour that night but he ended up staying for about two and a half hours. These were the best two and a half hours of my life and they will be remembered and treasured along with Michael for the rest of my life.

We weren’t allowed to take any photos of Michael ourselves, and had been told that if we did, Michael would probably just get up and leave and no one wanted that. I guess this way he could relax a little more and enjoy the night without it feeling like a media attack with cameras constantly in his face. We were however sent a few photos and a short video of Michael with us by MTV. I frequently look at the photos and play the video to remind myself that it did really happen, that it wasn’t just a dream.

Michael may have been taken away from us physically but he is embedded so deep in both mine and my husband’s heart that no one can ever take him away from there without taking our hearts out as well.

Thank you Michael for this beautiful memory - Thank you Michael for all you have given us and for all that you were. You will always be loved and you will never ever be forgotten!”

-Paula Katsikas

“Rest and Relaxation” Pt. 1

Fanfic time! This is just another alternative of canon that I made up in my head. Post season 7 and post Negan. It is a bit long, but when do I not write too much… nothing new there. 

Part 2 will be finished soon, and don’t worry it’s going to have a good helping of smut to go with it :D

Rated M for language and some hot foreplay. Enjoy my loves!

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Crossing The Boundaries (Yoongi Fluff)

Summary : Yoongi is great at drawing lines to keep the world locked out. And that plan works out just fine until he meets that pretty girl on the plane.

Originally posted by vmiin

 If there was one thing Yoongi knows he is good at, it’s drawing boundaries. Yoongi likes the very idea they represent; imperceptible limits that weren’t to be crossed with him, the lines that kept people out. He wants it that way; Yoongi is sure the only thing he wants is a date with loneliness.

It surprises him then, when she taps his shoulder in the first twenty seconds of seeing him, arm nearly pressed up against his in the tight sardine packed excuse for a plane that has already been delayed for 2 hours. It is 5 AM and all Yoongi wants to do is go to sleep, but he has songs to finish penning and despite the drowsiness lacing his eyes, despite the claustrophobic airplane and the tinned air he’s breathing in, he sits with the paper on his knee, bending over, pen at the ready. But he eventually finds his attention drifting away from the creases of the restricting sheet and to the world outside the tiny window.

The least Yoongi is thankful for is a window seat, even though the sun has barely come up and you can’t see much of anything. Yoongi stares out at the world outside slowly illuminating as the sun peeks over the horizon and he finds his mind wandering to boundaries again; the kind that the horizon draws over the sun, the kind that separates one country from the next. He likes it.

“Excuse me?”

Yoongi looks up, and he’s pretty sure what he must look like right now. A vision of slight irritation suppressed only slightly by societal decency to feign politeness, beanie askew, eyes squinting. But Yoongi didn’t care; he wasn’t one for great first impression anyway.

She beams back at him, untroubled.

“Could you pass me a blanket? I can’t seem to find mine and-,” she blushes a little, and Yoongi can’t imagine why.

“And I’m cold,” she finishes.

Yoongi is drawing up boundaries already; how far across the hand rest his shared armrest could allow at least half a centimetre of space between them, how much to the left he can lean back so as to not touch her shoulder, how close together his knees need to be to not bump into hers if there was turbulence. He sighs.

“Why don’t you just ask her?” He jerks his neck at the air hostess putting away bags and getting ready for take-off. The girl blushes again, shaking her head a little.

“I’m uh, shy,” she offers as explanation, retreating. She settles further into the seat she has taken next to him and Yoongi has to wonder why she is too shy to ask the air hostess for a blanket but not him. But Yoongi is not keyed into figuring out the workings of a stranger’s mind at this time of the day as he catches the hostess’ attention.

“Can we get another blanket over here?” Yoongi regrets saying it immediately; for all the boundaries he’s drawn already, he has just referred to the girl next to him as ‘we’.

The air hostess’ eyes move between Yoongi and the girl with a spreading grin and Yoongi can feel himself turn slightly red, knowing she probably thinks they’re together. He has no idea why it matters what she chooses to believe but he turns away pointedly in a second, showing her this conversation is done. Yoongi makes up his mind that yes, this would be the last time he would open his mouth in this flight.

The blanket is produced and Yoongi goes back to his paper. He sighs for the hundredth time, realizing he has only been able to title the page 'Lyrics’ so far. And the way his mind is blanking out, potential change in that state is not in the agenda. He feels the girl’s eyes on him and he tries to ignore it.

“Are you a songwriter?”

He hears her from beside him, and Yoongi puts his pen down and looks at her properly for the first time. She is wrapped in the blanket she had him ask for, and Yoongi has to admit she’s sweet, his type of girl. Not very skinny, on the right side of healthy, big eyes that stare at him in curiosity, not too conscious about what she’s wearing or how unkempt her hair is right now. It’s clear she has no makeup on, and the way she seems confident without it, Yoongi can guess she must barely use it anyway. Her mouth is set in the tiniest of smiles, her brows in the tiniest of frowns as she tries to glance at his paper. It’s cute, and Yoongi knows he drew the line on talking, but finds it way too easy to cross that line.

“Of a kind,” he manages.

Yoongi can’t help it; he’s not too conversational. He’s always been that way. She is no less impressed either way, as Yoongi makes out by her expression. It tugs at his heart a little.

She opens her mouth to question further, but the pilot announcement cuts her off.

Please make sure your seatbelts are fastened. Cabin crew will be doing one final check before take off. We are sorry for the delay. Please enjoy your flight.” He proceeds to announce this is 3 different languages and Yoongi has already tuned him out before he notices her expression. Curiosity long evaporated, Yoongi looks back to find her face has lost its colour, eyes wide in fear. He wants to ask what was wrong, but he is hesitant. Caring isn’t part of the job profile. So he wavers for a moment, toeing the boundary he created between them.

She takes no notice of Yoongi as the plane gathers momentum. She had claimed the armrest, and her knuckles are bared white with the strong hold she has on them. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her expression is one of agony.

It is only 5 minutes later, when they are in the air when she finally opens her eyes and visibly relaxes. Yoongi has no idea why he notices all this; he should be writing. But now the morning breakfast has come for the passengers and Yoongi smells bagels and black coffee and he’s hooked. He is sipping the drink, letting the bitter taste coat his tongue when she speaks again.

“I’m terrified of planes taking off. How do people just manage fine when planes take off? Isn’t everyone afraid? What if the plane crashes and we all die?”

“And closing your eyes help because?” Yoongi finds the words tumble out of his mouth before he can help it. She sighs.

“Helps me block it out I suppose. I’m not taking any chances.” Yoongi scoffs, almost asks her what chances she was taking, but he decides on something different instead.

“I take it you don’t like travelling then?” At this she shakes her head violently, and Yoongi almost chokes on his bagel at how seriously she takes everything, and how bubbly she is. And really, how cute that is.

“That’s not true. I love travelling. It’s just the flying part. Planes scare me. What about you? Travelling for business?” Yoongi hardly knows whether to call his rap career 'business’ but it’s work, so he nods.

“I like travelling. It makes me feel like I’m in one country and then a few hours later, I’m somewhere else. And it’s amazing how we can cross boundaries like that, over countries and cities. We have no idea when we cross them, but we do and that’s kinda how it is with people.”

Yoongi cringed a little internally for over sharing, but somehow this girl had him hooked, spilling out things he hadn’t told anyone. Her eyes felt like home, as if no matter what he told them, they wouldn’t tell anyone, like it would their little secret. It scared Yoongi and how strongly he felt that, with someone he knew for just under an hour.

“But why are boundaries important?” She tilts her head to the side, confused. “The way I see it, You can’t draw lines to keep everyone out. Lines are meant to be crossed so you can reach out to people. Your boundaries will only keep you in. How will you see the world if you restrict yourself?”

Yoongi feels his jaw drop, and she smiles, eating the last of her chocolate muffin. Yoongi doesn’t want to see it that way, but she is breaking down all the walls he had put up for other people with such ease, it’s a little embarrassing. He stares at her shamelessly, transfixed. She finally noticed before he can look away.

“Do I have muffin on my face?” She looks mortified and Yoongi laughs.

What?”

“You’re so cute.”

His hand reaches out to ruffle her hair, and he catches himself mid air. What the heck are you doing, Yoongi? He clears his throat, lowers his hand, scratched the back of his neck. The breakfast is cleared and Yoongi doesn’t know where to look as she settles back into her chair, ready to sleep. She closes her eyes, then speaks.

“Just so you know, you needn’t have stopped. I don’t have all the boundaries you do, you know.”

She is fast asleep by the time Yoongi stops blushing.

Yoongi doesn’t know how much time later he wakes up, but he is shaken awake by the hostess that gave him the blankets before. She has the same grin on her face she did before, and Yoongi can’t understand why. She indicates that most of the flight has emptied out and that he should wake up, before walking away. Yoongi squints but he feels soft hair below his cheek and he lazily glances down, eyes barely focussing. Her head is carefully balanced on his shoulder, nose half nuzzled into his chest and Yoongi’s own head in on hers.

He fights every instinct to jump back, heart racing, the boundaries he had set up clearly flying out the window. He wished for the will in him to scramble back, to push her away, but he quite likes the feeling on her soft breathing on his chest, the way she had cuddled up to him so easily. He smiles; his boundary issues clearly didn’t plague her.

Yoongi tried to wake her up softly but fails, and she jerked back, just as surprised to have been sleeping on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know how that hap-”

“It’s fine.” She looks at him incredulously, but he turns away to hide the blush creeping on his own cheeks. He brings down his luggage and helps her with hers, leaving the paper titled 'Lyrics’ on the flight. He wouldn’t be needing it anyway.

They both leave and Yoongi wished he could wring the air hostess’ neck as she smiles at the two of them in a lovesick way, but he’s more embarrassed than angry now, because the sinking feeling of losing this person he had met on a random flight scares the hell out of him. He glances towards her, and she reflects the same internal struggle as they walk to the arrivals. Despite all his apprehension, he grins.

“What?” She demands.

Yoongi shrugs in way of explanation, looking ahead, avoiding her gaze.

“You look just as scared of letting go as I am.” He sees her blush and he thinks he knows his new favourite colour on this girl; the pink that stains her cheeks every time she’s shy. He has the maddening urge to hug her, and before he can think, he wraps her into his arms engulfing her, his heart and mind racing. She stiffens, her hands on his chest, but makes no attempt to push him away. She giggles a little.

“Whatever happened to boundaries?” Yoongi scoffs, not letting go yet.

“I took some advice from this pretty girl on the plane.”

“And?”

“And I’m not taking any chances either.”

Yoongi dreads the moment he has to finally let go.

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SOORY ITS SO LONG OTL it could have been twice the length but I didn’t want to put yall through that many feels

It’d been a long night. In fact that seemed to be a bit of an understatement for Frankie who’d been going a hundred miles a second since he touched down in Florida. His friends were insistent on having a good time and gave him everything he could’ve asked for. And he loved it, he did, there was just one problem. Zach. He’d become a constant struggle within Frankie’s life, yet he couldn’t quite figure out how to quit him. Because when things were good, they were really good, and Zach could make Frankie feel like he was seeing everything through new eyes. He’d fallen for him so hard, so carelessly. Despite all the rules he enforced to keep himself safe it didn’t matter. They were in love. That just so happened to be the problem.

It wasn’t normal for Frankie to be at a club and not be the center of attention. Then again not much had been normal since Zach entered his life. They were texting about the talk they so desperately needed to have, and things weren’t going the way he wanted them to. He was actually starting to get a little pissed off with Zach. So when he saw a phone call come through he decided to head outside to escape the loud roar of the club.

“Hello?”

“Dude why the hell are you being such a bitch about this right now?” Zach complained.

Frankie hated the fact that his voice, no matter what he was saying, affected the rhythm of his heart. In the house they were able to open up to each other so well. Why were things so different now? Why was there this constant disconnect between the two of them? It made him mad. All he wanted was to understand, and Zach wasn’t even trying.

“Excuse me? That’s not exactly how you start off a conversation Zachary.” He stated coldly stalking off from the club.

“Hi babe, I hope your night is going well; now why the fuck are you being so difficult? There, better?”

“Haha, funny. No my night is going very well. I should be inside this very amazing club with some guy actually capable of admitting his attraction to me rubbing my ass on his dick, but instead I’m standing outside in the dark talking to an incompetent child. I don’t think life could get any better.”

“No one told you to have feelings for someone who couldn’t love you back.”

It was the lowest of blows and it struck Frankie in the gut knocking the air out of his lungs. He walked quickly away from the club hoping that no one could see the pain so clear on his face. It’s amazing what pain can get you to say to someone you love.

Zach faltered. “That was low… Even for me. I shouldn’t have said that man I’m sorry.”

“No. No you’re right! No one told me to fall in love with someone who was too much of a pussy to love me back. No one told me to fall for some frat boy who can’t make up his mind about who he is. It’s not my fault you’re in love with me you piece of shit! It’s not my fault you can’t even say the words out loud because you’re so scared of what the world might think of you! I’m a man. I have a penis. I have facial hair. An Adam’s apple. And you love it dammit just fucking say it, why is it so hard to admit now that America isn’t watching!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say! I can’t force myself to have feelings that aren’t there Frankie.”

But it wasn’t true, it couldn’t be.

“I’m not forcing you to feel anything, all I want is for you to acknowledge what you felt in that house. You love me. I’m not stupid Zach.”

There voices continued to get louder as each of them struggled to be heard by the other. No one was being rational, no one spoke from truth. It just became a series of insults thrown at the other. There was so much tension and built up emotion that hadn’t been dealt with, that it just kind of exploded in the worse place possible. When you feel attacked, hurt, you want to inflict that pain back on the other person. And that’s exactly what Frankie and Zach did until it all became too much.

“I DON’T FUCKING LOVE YOU FRANKIE! It was a game! I let you feel what you feel to further my own game and what fucking good did it do when you turned your back on me in the end and sent my ass home. It meant nothing! It is nothing!”

That’s all Frankie got to hear before his face was shoved into concrete. A sharp pain wracked his stomach again, and again, and again. He swore he heard the crunch of his ribs but that could’ve been gravel touching shoes. It was dark, still faintly humid in the Floridan air as a world of hurt crushed down on him. Then there was the throb on the back of his head. Was he still being hit in the stomach? Everything felt hazy and out of order. The smell of rust hit his nostrils as blood simultaneously dripped to the ground. He could only get bits and pieces, and the pieces he didn’t get were heard by Zach through the phone.

“Frankie? Hey you okay? Frankie what’s going on?”

Zach heard what must have been Frankie falling. Then there was an onslaught of grunts and loud crashes. He never heard another voice, and he could barely make out what was happening. All he knew was his heart was racing in the pit of his chest and that something was wrong. Something was wrong with Frankie and he had no idea how to make it better. It wasn’t until he heard him scream; a sound so layered with agony and suffering it broke Zach’s heart. Frankie was sobbing, crying out for him and he wasn’t there. He had no control over the situation.

“FRANKIE! FRANKIE ANSWER ME!”

It was no use. Everything had already faded to black.

* * *

Frankie awoke to the sound of beeping. His eyes fluttered open and he immediately regretted it when the bright lights of the hospital room hit his retinas. Confused and disoriented he took a deep breath feeling the tug on his ribs as his chest expanded. He was surprised by the pain and the rush of memories that it brought. The physical was obviously prominent, but there was still the emotional as well.

“Frankie?! Oh thank god you’re awake.”

It was Zach. And that made him feel warm and gooey inside like a brownie not all the way cooked. Damn Zach Rance for making him feel like an undercooked brownie.

“What in the hell are you doing here?”

He noticed that his fingers lay interlaced with Zach’s on the hospital bed. The warmth was amazing, but it also reminded him of the last words Zach had said before the accident. Frankie bit his lip trying to not let the pain show on his face. It didn’t work.

“A—Are you okay? Should I go get the nurse? Do you need anything? I can go to the vending machine, it’s like around the corner.” He rambled.

“Zach,” Frankie stopped him. “Why are you here? Why am I here? What happened?”

Zach sat back down in his chair and scooted closer to Frankie’s bed. He lay his head on their fingers, still intertwined, and ran his thumb along the length of the other man’s wrist.

“You were mugged I guess. They…. They hurt you Frank. They hurt you pretty bad. The police are thinking they saw how popular you were in the club and assumed you’d have a lot of money on you. You’ve been asleep for almost three days. It was me, Lauren, Paul, and Nonna for the first night,but Nonna couldn’t stay much longer. I was gonna take her home, make sure she was okay … . But when I left the room doctors started running down the hallway and I couldn’t help but think it could be you. I couldn’t leave. So Lauren and Paul went with her.”

Frankie chose not to focus on all the positive things Zach was saying about him.

“What about my mom, my sister?”

“Ari was in Paris or something I think, but they flew out as soon as they could. The doctor said there wasn’t much use we could be until you woke up, so they went home to get some sleep. They stayed a long time though. They love you so much dude.”

There was a lot of processing to do. Every part of Frankie’s body seemed to have some form of a bandage on it. He’d had three blood transfusions. Broken ribs. Scrapes and bruises everywhere. His shoulder seemed to be pretty banged up as well. The entire time he sat there, he could feel Zach’s eyes running all over him. He wanted to believe that maybe things were different, but he couldn’t disregard everything that had happened before.

“So my loved ones are all gone, but you, you’re still here. Why?”

Zach looked down. “Because of the last thing I said before the accident … And because I care about you.”

“You mean with the whole queer-baiting me and abusing my emotions to make me feel for you for your own personal gain?”

“Queer-bating? What in the hell is queer-baiting?”

“Basically when you act like there is homoerotic tension between two people with the intent of gaining views from a queer audience and then throw a big no-homo in there every now and again because you have no actual intent of being with me. You queer-baited me if you go along with this story.” Frankie explained.

“I didn’t … . That’s not what I meant to do Frankie. I would’ve never guessed that people would care about who I fell in love with on the show. I didn’t think people paid that much attention. I’m not smart enough to concoct some evil plan like that.Things just got so complicated… I wasn’t used to having someone mean that much to me.”

That irritated Frankie.

“So instead of admitting your feelings you decided to make me feel like absolute shit and insist that I never met anything to you. No I totally understand, that makes perfect sense.”

“Can you please shut the fuck up for like three minutes. This is difficult enough Franklin.” He groaned.

Frankie zipped his mouth for once wondering what exactly Zach was gonna say.

“Frankie… I think I’m in love with you. I care more about you than any girl I’ve ever been with. You just make me happy, you make me so ridiculously happy and I don’t know what to do with that. I’m not ashamed of you I’m just scared. This is new to me and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve been trying to sort through my feelings and last night when you were yelling at me trying to get me to admit everything I was just scared. I—I knew that once I said I couldn’t take it back. And I didn’t know if you’d even want to be with me. But when I heard you screaming….”

He trailed off and Frankie could help but notice the tears welling up in his eyes. This was everything he’d been waiting for, for months. So why didn’t it make him feel any better? Why did it hurt so much to see Zach in pain? It occurred to him that that’s what happens when you love someone. Their pain becomes your pain.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Frankie mumbled holding his hand tighter.

“Yea, luckily. But you could have not been. And that would’ve been the last thing I ever said to you. You would never know how perfect you are or how much you mean to me. You wouldn’t know that I wanna be with you.” He whispered.

“I know now love.”

A smile stretched wide across his face as he stared at the love of his life. Zach felt this huge weight lift off his shoulders after telling the truth. It seemed like such a weird thing to keep hidden. His love for Frankie was out of this world, and he wanted to shout it from the roof tops. Neither of then knew just how much they cared until that moment. When everything fell I to place, when all the cards were on the table.

“Can I….? Is it okay to?”

“Oh just fucking kiss me already.” Frankie mumbled impatiently.

Their lips touched tenderly sealing that special bond that they shared. Zach ran his fingers up the side of Frankie’s face softly. Bruises were painted among his skin yet a touch had never felt so good. And as their lips began to grow accustomed to each other it finally truly set in for them. This feels good. This is nice. I don’t want this to ever stop. Lips intertwined and heart beats escalated as Zach moved closer to Frankie. Although, Zach’s heartbeat was hidden Frankie wasn’t so lucky. The heart rate monitor above him beeped with a heavy thump over and over again pulsing higher by the second. He pulled away blushing. It was perfect.

“Don’t stop,” Zach whispered almost like he was offended. “come back here.”

He pulled their lips back together with ease. Neither of them ever wanted to let go. And now they didn’t have to.

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