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barcaatthemoon · 3 months

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misunderstanding || alexia putellas x reader ||

alexia shuts you out after a loss, failing to notice how pressure you had put on yourself to win.

your team was supposed to have the game in the bag. this was supposed to be an easy win. still, alexia and jonaton had reminded you that it was important to play your best. you weren't sure when, but slowly throughout the game, everybody started to relax a little. it seemed that two goals conceded were no big deal whenever everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before barcelona pulled ahead. unfortunately, that moment never came and the bus was eerily silent as everybody filed on to go home.

alexia sat by herself on the bus. she had placed her bag in the seat that you had planned to take before you even had a chance to get on the bus. you had stared at the spot sadly until lucy and ona pushed you towards the back of the bus. not getting to sit by alexia was bad enough, but the look of disappointment that she had shot you was even worse.

"chin up bebita," mapi told you. like alexia, you had taken a whole seat to yourself. if you couldn't sit next to your girlfriend, you didn't want to sit next to anybody. mapi knew this and respected it, even if she did want to comfort you. she hated seeing you upset, especially when the loss wasn't even really your fault. it had truly been a team effort, and alexia shouldn't have solely looked at you like that as you passed her.

"mapi, just don't," you said softly. everybody around you frowned at the defeated tone in your voice. you put your headphones on and leaned your head against the window as you stared out at the scenery. spain was absolutely beautiful, which was one of the main reasons that you had followed lucy to barcelona whenever she told you about it. photography was one of your other passions, and there was ample opportunity to capture some truly beautiful pictures in the foreign country.

halfway through the ride, you felt someone slip into the seat next to you. a part of you was hopeful that it was alexia, only to be disappointed when you saw your older sister sitting next to you. lucy knew that she wasn't who you wanted, but she couldn't just sit there while you were so upset and do nothing. she slipped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into an embrace. it took everything for you not to start crying. when the bus arrived at the stadium, you wanted nothing more than to just go home, but it seemed alexia had other plans.

"team meeting in the locker room before anyone leaves," alexia announced. she was the first in, quickly followed by most of the other girls. you contemplated not going in, but you knew that alexia would rip into you if you did. so, you stood by the door, ready to make a quick exit if you got upset.

alexia hadn't even begun talking yet whenever it hit you. all she had to do was look at you before you had bolted out of the locker room with a quick, "no."

"shit, (y/n)!" lucy called out as she chased you out of the locker room. you may not have been at the club as long as her, but you had found out a couple of good hiding spots that most of the team didn't know about. your favorite was the place that alexia had shown you for clearing your head. you could get quite emotional sometimes, and she knew that you didn't want to appear like a crybaby to everybody else.

"what is her problem?" alexia asked as she caught up to lucy. lucy turned towards her captain with a look of barely restrained anger. alexia quickly matched the energy, not caring whether or not it was helpful in the moment. "she wasn't dismissed."

"check yourself before you go to her. if she comes to me later upset because of you, we're going to have problems," lucy threatened. she poked her finger into alexia's chest, causing the captain to scoff. "i'm serious. i don't care if you are the captain, if you hurt my sister, i'll kick your ass."

"whatever," alexia huffed. lucy walked back to the locker room, leaving alexia to stand there. she was still angry, but lucy's words were replaying again and again in the back of her head. alexia found you with ease hiding in one of the empty closets in the gear room. she opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when she noticed the sniffling. "did i do this to you?"

"ale, leave me alone," you told her. alexia didn't listen to you, ignoring the glare you sent her as she bent down next to you.

"i'm trying to check on you. what is wrong?" alexia asked you. she tried to put her hand on your shoulder, but you jerked away from her. "(y/n), come on."

"alexia, just go!" you winced at the harshness in your voice. trying again, you softened it as you pleaded with her, "please, just leave me alone."

"how can i leave you here like this? why won't you talk to me?" alexia was trying to fight her frustration, but it was definitely a losing battle. she was angry about the near loss of the game and allowing herself to sit and simmer with her anger did not make anything better. she had put herself in a bad mindset to comfort you, but alexia felt like she owed it to you to try. there was no doubt that you had taken the loss as hard as she had, and alexia knew that you worked so hard to prove that you deserved to get minutes in these games.

"alexia, i can't handle you looking at me like that, so please just leave." you were on the verge of sobbing, glad that alexia couldn't see the tears in the darkened closet. she sighed as she stood up, finally deciding to let you be. she really did need to talk to the rest of the team, and if you were going to be difficult, she wanted to be less angry when she tried talking to you again.

"do you still want to come back with me?" alexia asked you.

"i don't know, ale." alexia felt her heart sink as she walked away from you. the walk back to the locker room wasn't a very long one, but it seemed to be long enough for tears to form in the corners of her eyes. the stares from her teammates triggered something inside of herself and the moment she sat down on the bench, alexia started crying.

"you're all dismissed," alexia said without looking up. the room was tense as the team dispersed, none of them sure of what to do. mapi stared longingly at her best friend with an ache in her heart for the woman's obvious pain. she waited until everybody else was gone before she decided to talk to alexia.

"hey, stop that. don't cry, i hate it when you cry," mapi said lightheartedly. she tapped alexia with her foot, causing the captain to look up and glare at her. "what happened with (y/n)?"

"she just wanted me to leave. i didn't even do anything!" alexia's voice rose as she spoke. mapi sat down next to alexia and started to scratch lightly at her back. "why is she mad at me?"

"she's not mad at you, she's probably just scared. everybody is upset about how today's game went, and she doesn't want you to be disappointed in her. think about what happened between the game and now, and think hard, ale."

"she walked right past me on the bus," alexia said. mapi knew that it wasn't that simple. alexia easily could have moved her bag, but she had it sitting right in your seat before you got there. it was a small and seemingly insignificant detail to alexia that meant everything to you. "she went to the back of the bus."

"there was nowhere for her to sit next to you, and she thought you were upset. think about what you would have done if jenni had done that to you when you were still coming up," mapi said. it was a bit of a low blow, but also the only way that mapi knew to get her point across to alexia. mapi could tell that it worked from the way that alexia's face dropped and she shot up from the bench.

"i have to go!" alexia yelled as she ran back to where she had left you. everything was exactly how she had left it, except now you were getting up to leave. "i think that we had a misunderstanding. i'm not mad at you, not specifically. you did good today, you tried your best. i'm sorry for the bus, i was in my own head."

"alexia, you don't have to lie to make me feel better. i played like shit today," you said. alexia's face dropped as she backed you up against the door. you weren't sure what to expect, but her gently cradling your face to speak to you was not it.

"we are good, but we cannot win every game. sometimes, other teams will pull one over on us. even if i am upset, you can always come to me after. i am sorry for making you think otherwise, i truly am. i was an idiot, and i can't promise that it won't happen again, but i will always try to fix things after. forgive me, please?" alexia said. you nodded, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "te amo, mi carina."

"i love you too, ale," you told her. alexia pulled you into a tight hug, one that hurt just a little, but you didn't mind it. "can i drive us back?"

"i'm sorry mi carina, but you are far too pretty of a-," alexia paused as she struggled to remember what lucy and some of the other girls had been teasingly calling you, "-passenger princess."

#woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader

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lowkeyremi · 8 months

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That's my man atsumu x fem!reader

notes: I needed to write smthing for my baby's birthday. fwb tsumu does smthing to a me (it'll end up with getting together bc im silly like that), the samu ver is here

Content: slight language, slightly suggestive, fluff

He smiled at her with those sex eyes of his. Yes, he's giving them to her and not you. Atsumu makes everything so hot and cold, it's hard to tell with him.

She giggles and he laughs too, entertaining her for some pussy. The 'why' is something you will never understand, not when you've had that man down on his knees, eating you out like he was on death row and you were his last meal.

Your hope is that both of their stupid asses feel your heated glare towards them. They don't notice it though, mainly because you're best friend pulls you out of your thoughts.

"The sooner you get over him the sooner my life becomes easier." Your best friend jokes. Their attempts at lightening your mood are ineffective. How could you be in a better mood when the man of your dreams only wants sex from you? You want him, badly, but he doesn't want you.

This was something you were aware of before sleeping with him. Yet, you took it lightly, and now here you are, pouting over him being with another girl.

"I know, it's just-"

They cut you off, "'it's different between us, he treats me better than his other fucks.' I've already heard the whole shebang." Your friend rolls their eyes with a quick smirk.

"He's a college frat boy, there's no way he was serious if he said something in bed. It was probably to set the mood." You know they're right, you're just being delusional. You want your relationship to be something it's not.

The rest of your day was pretty foul. Just as you thought it couldn't get worse it did. You had to present your presentation, because your partner who was supposed to do it has covid, and your other partner is so bad with public speaking that she freezes up.

Your favorite coffee is the only thing that brings you some joy to your day. You're seated in your favorite booth at your favorite cafe. You take small sips and check your social media feed. It's then when you hear your name being called out.

You don't bother to turn to look because you know who it is. He sits at your booth, unaware of the anger you feel currently.

"Don't you have someone's pussy to be buried into?" You ask with venom.

Atsumu gives you that cute little chuckle, you hate it so much right now. It feels like a tear to your pride.

"Only if it's yers." He suggests with a smirk.

"I'm really not in the mood right now Atsumu, why don't you go entertain that girl from bio." Shit, know he'll know and tease you. He'll probably cut things off with you and-

"Oh her? I was just tryin' to get her to do my presentation, but she turned me down." He says casually. This is probably the only time you'll be thankful for Atsumu's obliviousness.

"I could have helped you with it." He knows you're smart, and he would have asked you...

"There was no way I woulda asked ya. You always make me do the work, and only give me commentary on my work." He says sighing. You watch as he places those big rough hands of his under his chin.

He's so pretty, volleyball has not failed him once. Even though some of your friends hate his hair; you think it's cute.

Those eyes, so pretty and brown draw you in to him. Also his muscles are just right, he's not too buff but he's also not thin to the point you can't see anything.

"Yeah, it's called improving. I really hope you didn't think you'd get through college with a pretty face and money. College isn't just one big party. At least not for me." You lecture and Atsumu listens, he always listens.

"For starters I do my work now, I ain't slept with a teacher since freshman year which was almost two years ago. Thank you very much." He replies to the shade you send his way.

"Anyway, what is it that you wanted?" You ask with a sigh.

"I wanted to check up on ya s'all. My cupcake seemed a lil' outta it today." Fuck his perceptiveness.

"Just tired is all." Atsumu's eyes narrow at your response. Why'd you think you could lie to one of the biggest liars you know?

"The way ya were acting today wasn't as much 'oh gee im tired' but more like 'my sweetie pie tsumu-bear hasn't been paying me any attention.'"

"If you knew, then why where you trying to force it out of me?" You roll your eyes and look back to your phone as to avoid his gaze and your embarrassment.

"I just wanted to hear ya say it because yer so cute." Atsumu is going to be the death of you. He annoys you to no end.

"Just so ya know, I ain't been sleepin' with anyone besides you, sweetheart."

"How do I know you aren't a big fat liar?" The way he smiles when you hiss at him has your heart melting. Why? Why you?

"I'd be an idiot to sleep with someone else when I got the most beautiful girl in my bed all the time." It's so sweet and sincere, his voice is honest you can tell. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest, and that Atsumu shaped hole in your heart is slowly being filled.

"Yeah? What're you trying to say, Tsumu?" You peek up from your phone screen to look at his dark eyes. It catches you off guard slightly, the way he looks at you, like you put the stars in the damn sky.

"I knew ya were kinda clueless but this is something else. I want ya to be my girl."He clarifies and you stop breathing for a second. When you'd fantasize about this you'd never thought his confession would be calm. Atsumu is loud and obnoxious, so this quiet, calmness has caught you off guard.

"Is that a question or a demand?" You ask.

"Not a question, m'already confident in ya wanting me." He's prideful and sometimes it sucks but right now.. it's so hot.

"Okay then, I'm yours." You whisper quietly trying to grasp what you've just said.

"Good, best decision you'll ever make, cupcake." Cockiness is laced in his tone and you roll your eyes.

"I said to stop calling me that," You finally drop your gaze back to your phone, but you aren't even paying attention to the dimly-lit screen. Your brain is exploding right now.

"You're my man now." It finally registers.

"Sure am."

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

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coveredinsweetpea · 9 months

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A/n: this is super random but I'm cleaning out my drafts folder and I figured since I don't even remember what was supposed to happen next, I might as well post it. Maybe it inspires someone to write a second part? 🥴🥴 Summary: Nancy gives you and Eddie a nasty dare, and as if doing that in front of everybody at the party wasn't bad enough, Jason decides to be a complete asshole. Good thing Eddie won't allow that 1.3k Warnings: this isn't smut but it does mimic or at least mention aspects such as oral (m receiving), humiliation, and degradation. also one watersports comment. pls 18+

The room went absolutely silent as soon as the dare reached everyone's ears. It was still early, no one was drunk yet, some weren't even tipsy, yet the words rolled off Nancy's lips as if she had something to win off of your humiliation.

"You know, right? That if you don't want to do it, you don't have to?" Steve jumped to clarify as the shock on your face refused to wear off.

You blinked and swallowed and then your eyebrows flew up for half a second as you shook your head. "It's really not that big of a deal" you smiled and turned to look at Eddie. "Right?"

"Right" he nodded, his grin only widening as he looked you up and down.

While the rest of your friends kept on staring, Nancy and Jonathan, on the little armchair that they shared, furiously whispered between themselves.

"Well" you took a deep breath and slapped Eddie's knee. "What are we waiting for?"

"I'll.. go grab the beer then" he said.

As he got up and rounded the couch on his way to the minifridge in the corner of the basement, you stood up too, and fixed your skirt as you waited for him to return.

The expressions of shock on your friends' faces turned into pure excitement as Eddie grabbed your hand and led you to the nearest wall.

"Get on your knees, sweetheart" he commanded and against the violent pit on your stomach, you did just that.

"Think she can swallow it all?" one of the girls laughed, making the others cheer like a pack of football jocks who celebrated a victory that was already theirs.

But they didn't get to you, at least not visibly. Your heart was beating rapidly all the way up in your throat and your shaky palms, wet and cold, gripped Eddie's jeans as you looked up at him.

"You good, sweetheart?" he mouthed softly.

His hand, warm and dry, cupped your cheek and he rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip as you nodded.

"You sure?"

You nodded again.

"Ok, then" Eddie smiled. He moved the beer from his left hand to the right, and propped the top of the bottle against his handcuffs shaped belt buckle. Getting a better grip on the neck of the bottle, Eddie twisted it against the metal, having the top fly off with a quick and satisfying click.

Seeing the surprise on your face, Eddie shrugged proudly. "You didn't really think I bought this belt just because it looked cool, did you?"

"That was my mistake" you confessed with a giggle before your attention was grabbed by Jason and two of his friends as they walked over and squatted down by your side, all but bursting with enthusiasm.

"What?" one of them raised their hands in defense and looked back and forth between you and Eddie. "We wanted a better view"

Eddie grabbed your chin so you'd face him and sent you a knowing look. It didn't take a genius to know just how uncomfortable the situation could've been for you, and he wanted to make sure you were alright.

"It's ok" you said and looked at them, "If you guys aren't getting any action, you might as well watch others"

"Ha-ha very funny" one of them snapped, but against their frustrated reaction, the others laughed out loud. Eddie did too.

"Come on, you two!" Nancy giggled, "Stop wasting time, others want to play too"

"Fine, fine" you sighed and looked back up at Eddie, "Come on"

He waited for you to get into position, on your knees with your ass against the wall and your back arched as you looked up at him. He didn't have to tell you to do it - you opened your mouth on your own, and leaned into his hold when he grabbed your chin to keep you in place.

"Bottoms up" Eddie cheered and brought the bottle up to your lips.

The picture was perfect and it had everyone holering in no time. You knew what it all looked like and for some weird and unknown reason, it didn't bother you one bit. The bottom of the bottle was pressed against Eddie’s crotch as beer flowed out of it and into your open and eager mouth.

It was coming down too fast and too much at once, and despite swallowing as much as you could, beer still escaped down your chin, over Eddie's hand and onto your knees and the carpet. But he wasn't slowing down, wasn't tilting the bottle so that less flowed out, he just let you struggle and, judging by the look on his face, enjoyed every second of it.

By the time the bottle was half empty, you were already finding it hard to keep going. Your hands closed in on their hold against Eddie’s thighs, your nails sinking into his jeans and then into his flesh, as you looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in a silent plea for him to slow down.

But he knew better than to do that. So instead of letting you take a break, he tightened his hold against your jaw and pushed you back, tilting your head even further. The bottle at this point was almost completely upside down, the beer overflowing your mouth.

Panic set in, until you realized it was all in your favor. The alcohol was coming down so fast that it was physically impossible to keep up, making almost all of it spill onto the floor.

No one really cared about that detail, they were all in awe of what you just did, screaming and howling all kinds of dumb and immature phrases of praise as soon as you were done.

Once the last drop of beer rolled onto the floor, Eddie threw the bottle aside and grabbed both your hands to help you up.

"Quite impressive, Y/n" Jason chuckled with a disgusting tone in his voice as Eddie wipped the dust off your knees. "I must say, it does look like you know what you are doing. Got experience, beautiful? I doubt this was you first time drinking straight from the-"

You barely got a chance to register his words before Eddie turned around and lounged at Jason. Thankfully, he didn't go for a hit, didn't want to ruin the night by sending someone to the hospital, but instead, slammed him hard against the wall, and pulled out his famous pocket knife.

Steve and Jonathan jumped up instantly too, stopping Jason's friends from interfering as you rushed over to Eddie.

"Jesus, Eddie, it's ok! Let him go!"

But he didn't listen, and continued to face Jason. "If the next words that come of your mouth aren't an honest fucking apology, I'll slam your face into the toilet and shove this knife up your ass"

"Eddie!!"

Jason, probably in need of a new pair of underwear, shook his head and struggled to keep the tears from rolling down his face as he muttered out his words. "Listen, man. I'm sorry, I-"

"Not to me, you idiot!" Eddie scoffed and slammed Jason into the wall again. "You're gonna apologize to Y/n."

After choking back a sob, he looked in your direction. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean, it was stupid, ok? I thought it would be funny, I didn't think- I'm sorry, ok? I really am, I won't- I won't say shit like that again, ok? Can you- can you like... forgive me? Please?"

"Yes.." you said softly and got ready to peel Eddie off of him. "It's ok, thanks for apologizing"

Reluctantly, Eddie let him go and wrapped an arm around you as Jason and his two friends furiously gathered their stuff and rushed out of the basement.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about all of this" you mumbled as soon as you realized the room was left completely silent.

"No one liked them anyway" Steve laughed and the others all agreed. Somehow, the mood wasn't ruined, and before you even got a chance to sit down, other dares were already being thrown around.

"Hey, you OK?" Eddie asked, softly enough only so that you'd hear.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You didn't have to scar him for life, but thanks"

"I'll admit, I may have crossed the line a bit, but this way, at least we know he won't get any ideas to say shit like that to you again"

"Thanks" you said and shook your head, giggling softly, "I was gonna hug you but my shirt is all wet"

"Here" Eddie said.

He took his leather jacket off, along with his vest, and then pulled his shirt over his head before you even managed to get a word in. "Go get changed and put this on" he said handing you the Hellfire shirt, "It's my fault yours is all soaked"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie muson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine

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monsterinmyboxers · 1 year

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Can you pleaseeeee write a fanfic top male reader x jake sully, i've been dying for someone to do it👾

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. i'm actually glad you didn't give me a specific idea since i've been thinking of one myself lol

content. not proofread, time skips, pre-established relationship, jake taking advantage of his new body, mentions of insecurities, some angst if you squint, turns intimate quick, mating, blowjob, fingering, doggy style, creampie, hair pulling, praise, reader had a big dick (real), pet names (baby, pretty boy, sir.)

“..grace?”

was the first thing you heard your boyfriend jake, who had just gotten into his avatar form, say after he had just ran away from the people who were supposed to make sure he was fully functioning. seems like they didn’t need to.

he just doesn’t listen, and that’s one of the reasons why you love him.

you were right behind him and norm, quietly laughing at how norm attempted to run after him with his ass hanging out. luckily, his tail was hiding whatever else that was exposed.

“well, who’d you expect, numb nuts?” you heard grace reply, giving a chuckle as you walked past norm, right up to jake.

and once grace threw some fruit at him, you’d catch it before he could react.

“hey,” he was ready to scold whoever was beside him, yet didn’t get the chance as he cut himself off the moment he looked at you, eyes even wider than before.

shit, you were gorgeous. he didn’t expect you to be anything else, but still. it was surprising to see how good you looked.

so good in fact, that his eyes and curiosity traveled elsewhere. your body, you were sculpted so perfectly. it made him wonder what was under those thin clothes. but, before he could get any lower, he felt something wet hit his face.

you had taken a bite out of the odd looking fruit, that he could instantly tell by the juice running down your chin.

and it was obvious that you enjoyed the taste as your ears fluttered, something he learned to appreciate seeing.

as predicted, jake had gotten into some trouble whilst you, grace, norm, and him tried to get some data in the forest. well, more grace and norm, honestly. though, what you didn’t expect was that you wouldn’t be able to find him after he ran deeper into the woods.

“he won’t make it ‘till morning.” clearly, grace wasn’t someone to lean on. she was being realistic, sure, but she could’ve said something more hopeful. but, she didn’t, so you did.

“he will.” a pause, “i don’t know how, but he always finds a way.” despite the confidence in your tone, you were only trying to reassure yourself. you were scared. who wouldn’t be? jake, your jake, was stuck in the forest, where hundreds, if not thousands of creatures are lurking.

it was terrifying to think about.

yet, you didn’t have to fear for too long, jake waking up in his real body sooner than you had anticipated — which you were grateful for. and, another surprise, you wouldn’t believe where he ended up.

he had been at hometree, he was chosen.

“..holy shit.”

after gaining the trust of the omaticaya, jake had brought you to their home. which, he now considered his home.

he’d give you a tour of sorts, though it seemed he was especially excited for a certain part of the forest.

the tree of voices, he called it.

you had learned all about the tree from your years of research on pandora, but jake didn’t bring you there for it’s intended purpose.

no, no. he wanted something else. something much more important than praying to eywa — in his opinion, anyway.

he didn’t really try to hide his eagerness as you both walked throughout the tree. he had stopped walking at some point, looking at you with a smile on his face.

quickly, you focused your gaze upon him, and fuck, was it a sight to see.

a braid had fallen over the side of his face, another tucked behind one of his fluttering ears, those bright freckles splattered across his face and body more prominent in the light the tree provided — his amber eyes shimmering as he looked at you. admired you, to be more specific.

he slowly shuffled closer to you, nudging your nose with his. curiosity spread across your features, head tilting, waiting for him to speak.

though, jake was found speechless, something neither of you thought was possible. so, as a result, you spoke instead.

“i assume that this is, the tree of voices, if my years of research haven’t failed me.”

that got him to laugh, eyes traveling downward “yeah, yeah.” he seemed oddly quiet, usually very talkative, especially around you.

“jake.” he was quick to look back up at you, ears twitching. “what have you brought me for?”

an audible gulp came from him before any words got the chance, “i, i wanted to tell you something.” you could see what he was doing, clearly nervous and trying to draw this out as long as possible. you didn’t mind, patience overpowering your curiosity.

“what would you like to tell me, jake?” oh, how he loved the way you said his name. that previous excitement returned, his tail whipping around nonstop, hips swaying slightly due to the force. this all was very distracting — maybe, that was why he couldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.

as a way to get him to focus, your hand reaches around to grip the base of his tail, giving it a gentle, warning tug. that certainly got his attention, a small, almost pleasured gasp leaving him. it was embarrassing, jake attempting to cover the noise with a cough.

“i was going to say that, ..i want to,” he shakes his head, “..i want you.”

he summarized all his thoughts into those three words, and then did what his words couldn’t. his hand slides up your arm, then moving behind himself to grab onto his braid. his queue. he brought it forward, motioning towards it.

it immediately clicked in your head. he wanted to mate, he wanted to be your mate, and have you be his.

“and, i was wondering, ..if you wanted me, too.”

you scoff at his words, and jake takes it negatively, ears flattening. but, you made that regret disappear instantly.

“of course i want you to be my mate, jake. why would i suddenly change my mind?” you teased him, yet he didn’t notice it, too overcome with joy as a smile spread across his face. without missing a beat, he leans forward, lips pressing against yours — in an almost desperate manner. eywa, he needed this, needed you.

the kiss soon turned heated, his urge to give you everything strong. but, connecting queues was much more important than his lust. so, he pulled away, panting softly as he did. a laugh left the both of you, though jake gained his composure and pulled you down to sit.

you were both on your knees, queues exposed and close together, but not close enough to attach to one another.

“..this has never happened before, you know. from what we’ve seen, at least.” you said, making sure that jake knew what they were trying might not work.

“what do you mean?” he didn’t exactly get the gist though.

“two male na'vi mating. we’ve never seen it be done.” his eyebrows would furrow, but your words didn’t discourage him. “doesn’t mean we can’t try.” you merely nod, hoping for the better, preparing for the worst.

though, your process was interrupted as jake crawled closer, planting his thighs aside yours and sitting on your lap. you were about to express your confusion, but he answered before you could get the question out. “maybe, if we physically show our love in front of eywa, she will accept us.” it might’ve been genuine, or an excuse to touch you. either way, you were amused and, in all honesty, flattered. “whatever you say.”

he took a deep breath in, holding it as he nodded towards you, signaling for you to move. and you did, both of you, pushing your queues forward until they entwined.

your dreams came true as you bonded, jake letting out a shaky sigh and closing his eyes, feeling you. it was heavenly, this intense emotion, this euphoria that swept through him.

it was so powerful, so strong, that it transferred to you, that link much more intoxicating than you could have ever imagined.

“holy shit,” he spoke for you both.

whilst he did, staring at your bonded queues, you only looked at him. your gaze held so much love, so much care. you looked at him like he was your most prized possession — which he is. seeing him so happy because of you, it made your heart swell. without saying anything, your free hand caresses his cheek, that grin of his never faltering as he faced you.

instinctively, he leaned into your touch, eyes telling you everything with just one glance. you kiss, again and again and again, each one solidifying your feelings for the other.

“you’re so gorgeous, jake. so fucking beautiful. how did i get this damn lucky.” if one thing was for sure, your praise had his confidence going through the atmosphere. and, apparently, his ego wasn’t the only thing rising.

you felt him shift against your lap, innocent kisses turning needy as your tongues slip into each others mouths. his moans were muffled, no longer caring about what sounds he creates, as long as you’re the one coaxing them out.

you thought every single one of them were angelic, despite how lewd the grind of his hips felt.

before, when you both were still human and had time together, this never occurred. jake was quite insecure about his disability, no matter the demeanor he puts on. he was comfortable enough with you to admit that looking at his legs just, never felt right. so, sex was an immediate no.

but now, he could do whatever he wanted. he was in control and confident in his body and how it looked. being vulnerable was finally something he could enjoy. he didn’t have to prove that he could take care of himself, he didn’t have to prove anything, not with you. you know damn well who your boyfriend is and what he’s capable of.

your lips separated, much to jakes dismay, but he couldn’t complain once you kissed along his jaw and neck. his hips would stutter at each peck, hands now gripping at your shoulders, anticipation getting the best of him. he pushes you away, sliding off your lap. this confused you, as first, until you saw him tug at the waistband of your loincloth.

after getting into a comfortable position, fully sat on the ground with your legs spread out, permission was granted.

saying jake was excited was understatement. his hands were shaking. in fact, his whole body was trembling. he needed you now, but his arousal made his head foggy. you noticed, of course, laughing softly. “jake, baby,” a hand lifts his head, cloudy amber eyes looking at you, craving you.

“please, please, i’ve waited so long,” you nod, “i know, shh. breathe.” he leans against you, forehead against yours. he listens, obedient as ever, breathing slowly. “good boy.” that makes him whine, eyes closed, so focused on being good that he didn’t notice how you pulled down that thin cloth.

once he thought he was ready, he opened his eyes and looked down, sucking in a quick breath. fuck, you were big. it was to be expected, as your avatar was twice the size of your human body, but shit.

with some hesitation, he’d spit into his hand, then rubbing it along the underside of your dick. you let out a grunt, shifting beneath his touch, which he hummed at — strong thighs squeezing together.

“can, ..can i?” “can you what?”

you’re such an asshole.

“can i, suck, your dick? ..please?” you smirk, and nod.

once he was given the okay, he’d lean down, hands holding onto your thighs. his motions were unsure, giving your tip shy licks. you encourage him by laying a palm on his head, gently pulling at those soft roots. he reacts instantly, back arching and tail swinging while he takes your head inside.

a hand strokes what isn’t between his lips, tongue working along the ridge of your cock. fingers would trail down his spine, tracing small circles into his back, jakes whines stifled due to his mouth being full.

he opens up wide, wide enough for it to hurt, as an attempt to go deeper, take you further. you hit the back of his throat sooner than expected, a gag and cough heard, yet jake didn’t pull off. he relaxes, hollowing his cheeks and going back down. he was determined, it seemed.

thought, it was driven by the need to prove someone wrong, he only wanted to make you feel good. “careful, jake. don’t hurt yourself.” he hums as a reply, then bobbing his head up and down. he could barely take you halfway. every time he choked, his teeth grazed the veins running along your dick, yet it only enhanced your pleasure.

while he busies himself on your cock, he doesn’t even notice how his hips rocked from side to side, ass in the air. his body spoke for him. he was aching for your touch in more private areas, so you gave it to him.

at first, you touch his tail, watching as he twitched once you trailed your palm along the length of it. then, you took hold of his loincloth and slid it down his thighs. your other hand was by your lips, your middle, ring, and forefinger in your mouth. once you thought they were wet enough, you move forward, reaching between those two mounds of flesh.

your finger pads circled his hole, feeling how he clenched around nothing. he pulls off your dick, drool covering his chin as he leans his head on your stomach. oh, how he hated the way you teased him, knowing how desperate he was.

“get back down.” your tone was stern, demanding, and jake was affected by it greatly. a whine unintentionally escapes his throat. “yes, sir,” everything that left him was involuntary, like he was no longer in control of his own body or voice. watching his fangs, he swallows around your shaft, trying to focus on you as your middle finger pushed pass his rim.

surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort to put your first finger inside — or the second. hm.

you decided not to question it, but kept it in mind if you ever wanted to tease him after. which, you inevitably will. he’s cute when he’s flustered.

pushing down your thoughts, you continue working your digits in and out of his, seemingly, already prepped ass. he got distracted often as he worked on your cock, either by your fingers that felt so much better than his own, or his throat that constantly flexed around your dick.

it took longer for the third to fit, jakes body convulsing with each stroke of his insides. you hadn’t realized it before, too engulfed in his noises, but he was truly a mess — just for you.

tears stream down his face, spit dripping down his chin, eyes backing into his skull whilst half-lidded, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. you felt a sense of pride for bringing such a strong man down so many notches. only you get to see him like this. only you have this power over him.

and even when you’re lost in your thoughts, you don’t hesitate to force your fourth finger inside, hole so wet that it lubed the digit up itself — if you kept going like this, you’d start fisting him. but, you were only trying to prep him, not gape him. though, that’s going to happen either way.

eventually, you slowly pull your fingers out, and became aware of your surroundings. it was all too surreal — in such an unbelievably good way.

he pulls off of you with an audible pop, panting as if he had just ran across the expanse of pandora. his gaze was hazy, letting out tiny, cock-drunken giggles as he leans against you. you hum, using your thumb to wipe away the drool from the lower part of his face.

“havin’ fun?” he’d give an enthusiastic nod, biting his lower lip, knowing what was coming next. “turn around for me, sweet thing.” another nod, though he struggled to move by himself. he was trembling, and you seemed to find out why when he shifted.

there was a pool of cum on the grass, more than you’d ever expect. it probably happened when you were daydreaming.

you ignored it, now staring down jake like he was your prey. he was in the position he thought would be most comfortable, and less embarrassing. though, if you wanted him to move, he would. but you didn’t. it was all about him tonight, and you weren’t going to force him into doing anything. besides, you could try the positions in mind later. this was his first time with you. whatever he wants, goes.

how your hand rubbed up along his thighs he would never forget, your touch making his heart skip a beat, skin set ablaze. your palms move to his waist, propping him up just a bit more, as you knew his trembling didn’t help with his stability.

you could tell he was ready to take whatever you gave him, but you knew what he craved most. and of course, you gave it to him.

he felt the heat of your dick before the weight, ass squirming a bit before you had rubbed it directly over where he needed it. a whine was audible, hands reaching back to try and guide your tip. but before he could grasp it, you grab his wrists, a small gasp leaving him at the sudden grip. but, that gasp soon turned into a loud, joyous moan.

the head had entered him, and jake couldn’t be happier feeling the intrusion. it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, now trying to push back against you to slide more inside. you chuckle, then shoving in a few more inches, placing kisses along his spine and whispering compliments. his insides adjusted much quicker than his throat could, you mentally noted.

within a few more minutes, your hips were connected to his ass. “you take me so well, baby. doin’ so good for me.” you grab onto his queues, which was still immersed with yours, and tugged on it lightly. that lifts his head off the ground, jake murmuring softly. “can, move now? please, sir, move, please sir,” how cute.

you obliged, putting your approval into words, “such good manners, jake.” kissing across his shoulder, you pull out halfway, then slowly sink yourself back in. the hold he had on the blades of grass beneath him told you enough, his noises merely adding onto that.

now, your hands were clasped around him, one of his hair and the other on the base of his tail. you had done nothing extreme, yet he couldn’t even form a proper sentence — sputtering out the words ‘please’, ‘sir’, and ‘faster’. curses were a common occurrence, too.

your thrusts increased in speed, giving him exactly what he wanted, feeling you so deep every time you practically slammed yourself into his ass. the force pushed him farther into the dirt below, and he loved every second of it.

you were so aggressive, your rough motions contrasting greatly with the gentle kisses and bites you placed on his skin. and during it all, jake had a wide smile on his face. even as his legs gave out, and you putting your chest against his back, knuckles grazing his sides.

it didn’t take long for him to feel that familiar heat within his gut again, overstimulation hitting him fast and hard. and this time, he mouth wasn’t busy, so he warned you. “wanna- gonna come, again, coming,” he was breathless, like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, but you could understand him through all his keens.

“come, jake, show me how good i make you feel.” he’d nod, again and again, letting out a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum spilled from his dick. you’d rock your hips back and forth, continuing to pleasure him and prolonging his orgasm. once the last few spurts of cum spewed out of his slit, you’d begin to pull out, before pressing right back in — hitting his already beaten prostate.

he almost screamed, voice breaking up, cracking. his throat felt so raw. but, he didn’t want you to stop. he’d do anything for you to come too, warmth squeezing around you.

luckily, he didn’t have to go through much more for you to feel your stomach tighten. you’d mumble near his ear, which twitched once feeling your breath. “do you, want me to come inside or- or out?”

he thought the question was stupid.

“in- in, in, inside, please.” who were you to say no?

soon after speaking, cum filled him, then leaking out of his hole, around the sides of your dick. you’d have to look away to prevent yourself from getting hard again, attempting to pull out slow, until he felt jake hold onto your hands — whimpering. you never thought you’d hear such a sound coming from him, but you sure as hell were grateful that you did.

you interlaced your fingers together, keeping yourself inside. from what i you could tell, he was glad that you did, seemingly purring at your actions.

though, after a moment of rest, he wiggles underneath you. as a response, you lift yourself off of him. “wanna, turn. on my back.” you pause, not sure how this was gonna work, but decided to try nonetheless.

it was a process, keeping yourself from slipping out whilst trying to flip him over. it worked, thankfully, you now seeing jakes toothy grin. it never left. he doesn’t even think he could stop if he tried.

he pulls you close, by your shoulders, pressing his forehead against you. but, just before either of you could fall asleep, you’d murmur. “i see you, jake.”

and with a hoarse voice, he’d reply, “i see you.”

#fics by jj #jake sully #jake sully x male reader #avatar #avatar: the way of water #dom male reader #top male reader

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cyberneticfallout · 27 days

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Chapter Five: Super Duper Mart

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 - More Coming Soon

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader Summary: At the Super Duper Mart, The Ghoul goes on a chem bender after the vault dweller gives him anti-feral meds. You begin to piece together his true identity which leads to a briefly romantic moment between the two of you. Tags: Slow burn (and I mean SLOWWW), angst, eventual smut, language, canon-typical violence, chem/alcohol use, more tags will be added Posted on AO3: Smoothie and The Ghoul Word Count: 1.6k

As you approach the Super Duper Mart, you see the ghoul and vault dweller standing outside. His words are indiscernible, but the vault dweller eventually limps through the front doors. Shortly after, he collapses to the ground. He must’ve ran out of vials, you think.

Casually, you approach the collapsed ghoul, squatting down to meet his gaze with a friendly smile. "Hey there," you greet him. His eyes meet yours, and he emits a faint, incomprehensible noise. There are no signs of him turning feral but it's clear he's not in great shape either.

"Seems like you're having a rough time," you frown. "I'd lend a hand but a big ass gulper swallowed me whole - along with the vials I had. It would've been nice if you had helped me. There might have been a slim chance that sweet anti-feral juice would've been okay." You tilt your head and fix him with a stern gaze.

"You..." he strains to speak, "still blabberin’?"

"Of course. I’m not just gonna leave you here to rot," you declare, raising his chin to meet your gaze. The vulnerability reflected in his eyes, combined with the rough texture of his skin, sends a ripple of goosebumps across your body. Despite his harsh exterior, there's an unexpected allure in his eyes that kindles a warm feeling within you. As you gently trace your thumb across his lower lip, a blush begins to creep upon your cheeks. This growing feeling makes you withdraw your hand abruptly, causing his head to slump back onto the ground. "But I’m not gonna help you either. Consider it payback for leaving me to be someone’s dinner. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before running off without me."

With a final smirk, you rise to your feet and give the ghoul one last look before heading towards the nearby wall of the mart. You take a seat on the ground, curious about how the vault dweller will fare inside there. Rumor has it this particular mart is notorious for trading people for chems - organ harvesting business.

Hours ticked by in eerie silence, leaving you to wonder if the vault dweller’s organs have been collected yet. As you glance over at the motionless ghoul on the ground, you can’t help but approach and kneel down for a closer look. Surprisingly, he is still breathing, although utterly useless.

"Tell me your name and I’ll go in to check the status of your trade," you propose.

"Fuck you," he croaks.

"Fine then. I suppose we'll be known in the wasteland as… Smoothie and The Ghoul.” You outstretch your hands as if you were revealing a movie title. “Get it? Like a bizarre twist on that book Beauty and the Beast. But I ain’t the wasteland beauty and you, my friend, are more of a… dehydrated, hairless beast - being a ghoul and all."

“The hell do you know about Beau-“

Just then, a small group of ghouls emerge from the building, causing both of you to shift your focus towards them. Among the chaos, one of them proclaim that a woman rescued them, followed by the ominous sound of gunfire. Looks like that little vault dweller has some guts after all.

Stepping out of the mart, the weary vault dweller emerges, now adorned in armor she didn't have before, with a weapon gripped firmly in her hand. Her gaze falls upon you, a faint look of surprise on her blood covered face, considering the last time she saw you, you were being devoured by a gulper.

"Hey, little vault dweller," you wave. "Good job in there."

"The name's Lucy," she responds. “You made it out of that creature?”

“Eh, ain’t a normal day in the wasteland if you don’t get gulped up by some sort of monster.”

“Props to you, ma’am. I was certain he’d help you but he decided these drugs are more important.” Lucy breathlessly replies, turning her attention to the ghoul still lying on the ground. With a couple of vials in her hand, she places them in front of him. “You don’t get these, you turn into one of those? That how it works? I may end up looking like you... but I'll never be like you. Golden Rule, motherfucker.”

“Golden Rule, eh? What the hell did you do to her?” You inquire The Ghoul as Lucy sets off on her own into the wasteland. Presumably to find the head you knew those Brotherhood idiots have.

The Ghoul's gaze hardens as he reaches for the vials in front of him, a sinister glint in his eyes. “She’s too soft… and I taught her a lesson,” he responds with a low voice.

“Seems like she might have taught you a lesson,” you retort, a sharp edge to your words as you observe him downing one of the vials.

He groans in satisfaction as the chem hits his system, prompting him to stand up and walk into the mart. You follow closely behind, collecting any valuable provisions and hastily stuffing them into your bag. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him having a field day with a massive pile of vials on a table, filling his cowboy hat full of them. It’s the first time you’ve seen him without his hat and you're struck by the sight of his bald head. Not everyone can carry off the hairless look with ease, but he manages to pull it off effortlessly and there’s a rugged charm to his appearance.

Without hesitation, he starts consuming every chem and liquor bottle in sight, a reckless abandon in his actions. The breaking of glass and the sharp smell of alcohol fill the air as you slowly make your way towards his self-destructive behavior. The Ghoul seems to stumble upon an old holotape in front of a working television set and begins playing it as he settles down on a dilapidated pair of seats nearby. You take a seat beside him, pop a couple of mentats found on the table in front of you, and grab the bottle of liquor from him, chugging it down in one go.

An old western film begins to play, featuring an actor named Cooper Howard. You can't help but notice that the severely worn shirt under The Ghoul’s duster closely resembles what the actor is wearing in the film. Subtly, you shift your gaze back and forth between the man on screen and the one next to you. Could it be him?

As you study The Ghoul’s features, you notice a remarkable similarity in his bone structure to that of the actor. The contours of his face, the shape of his jawline, and even the way his cheekbones are structured all seem to echo those of the Cooper Howard. Despite the weariness evident in his eyes, there is a subtle glint that mirrors the spark found in the eyes of this actor in the old western films.

Realization dawns on you that this ghoul is none other than Cooper Howard. After over 200 years in the wasteland presumably as a ghoul, it's no surprise he's become the pessimistic asshole he is now. No wonder he refuses to tell you his name or anything about himself. "That man is quite handsome,” the words slip from your lips, revealing a hint of admiration and perhaps even a touch of flirtation.

The Ghoul chuckles, unaware that you have connected the dots and learned his true identity. His laughter fades as he turns his head towards you, the distance between you suddenly shrinking. His eyes lock onto yours, then flicker down to your lips. A sense of anticipation fills the air as you feel the warmth of his breath on your face, tainted with the unmistakable scent of alcohol.

A moment of tense silence hangs between you, the only sound being the faint hum of the flickering overhead lights. Unsure of what to do or say, you hesitate, opening your mouth to speak but closing it without a word. In the dimly lit surroundings of the rundown mart, he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his lips almost brushing against yours.

In an instant, the effects of all the chems and alcohol he consumed hit him like a ton of bricks. His movements slow to a crawl, his eyelids droop heavily, and before you can even process what's happening, he slumps over, unconscious. You sit there in disbelief, watching as The Ghoul soundly sleeps before you, wondering what could have happened if he hadn't passed out.

The gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft snores escaping his lips, all evoke a sense of warmth and familiarity. A wave of nostalgia washes over you, reminding you of the love you once shared with a ghoul in the past. You recall the tender moments, the deep connection, and the unspoken understanding that bounded you together. Despite the challenges and prejudices you faced, your love blossomed into something truly special. You can't help but feel a hint of longing for that lost love.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, you seek distraction by glancing down at his hand resting near your thigh and you notice that one of his fingers is missing. What the fuck happened while I was gone? Turning your attention to the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table, you take a final swig, the burning liquid warming your insides. Feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you, you lean in and rest your head on his shoulder. The scent of his unique musk mingles with the lingering aroma of whiskey. Eyes drifting shut, you welcome the embrace of sleep, letting the darkness envelop you alongside The Ghoul.

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#the next chapter gets a little weird with some dreams 👀#slight smut in chapter 6 is coming!!!#the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul #cooper howard #fallout #Smoothie and The Ghoul

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So, I don't know if your requests are open or not, but I'd like to request something for TWDG S4. It's basically the Ericsons' kids with an s/o who has naturally cold hands. Like, their hands are always cold even in the summertime. So the reader is kind of self conscious about it when holding hands for the first time. I guess what I'm asking for is the kids' reaction to the cold hands. Like if they'd try to warm them up and all that. Does that make sense? I feel like it doesn't. BUT if it does I'd really appreciate you doing that. LOVE YOUR WORK BTW. xoxo~A

Ericson kids with a S/O that has cold hands

Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Violet, and Louis

Warnings: Fluff, some suggestive stuff, and not proof read

A/N: This is kinda hard for me to write since I'm usually the person with warm hands but I'll try my best😭 I also don't own these gifs!

Clementine

Having cold hands was always an issue for you growing up and it hasn't changed. Before it used to be your dad who would warm your hands up for you but when the apocalypse happened you lost him and your family. When you first met Clem she took notice to you having cold hands, how you would always rub your hands together or put your hands underneath your arms or between your thighs. When you guys started dating, even before you guys did, she would offer to warm up your hands for you.

"Cold?" Clem asked as she looked over to you. You were sitting beside her and your hands were between your thighs trying to warm them up. "Yea" You said simply. She smiled and took your hands and put them in hers. She cupped them and put her mouth to her hands and started to blow warm air on your hands. "We should find you some gloves to wear, babe" Clem suggested as she looked at you. You giggled lightly and agreed. "Maybe we can get matching ones" you joked. You could feel your hands warming up already. Clem smiled. "Of course, anything for you."

Marlon

It never really accrued to Marlon that you had cold hands until you guys started dating. He would go to grab your hand and it would be freezing. He would laugh a bit to himself and would warm up your hands without asking, he knows that you'll appreciate it.

"Hey, babe." Marlon would say with a smile as he came up the guard tower where you were keeping watch. You turned and flashed him a smile. "Hey" you answered back and turned to keep watch. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, it was November and it was starting to snow a bit. Your hands started to get colder than usual, fingertips being white, blue even sometimes, from the cold. "How's your hands?" He hummed as he took your hands and looked at them, your fingertips were turning white a bit. You didn't say anything just blushed lightly and you heard him click his tongue. Without a second passing he turned you around and put your hands underneath his jacket and shirt, his skin was warm, very warm. You giggled and hugged him. "You treat me so well." you smiled as you looked up to him and rested your chin on his chest. He looked down and ran his hands on your lower back. "You know, my hands are also kinda cold too." he smirked before grabbing your ass, you squealed, he laughed. He gives it a good squeeze before leaning down and giving you a quick peck. "You going to let go now?" You asked. "Nope."

Mitch

For some reason you were always so embarrassed to hold Mitch's hand. Your hands always being cold and Mitch with his big mouth, you were scared he would be judgy about it.

"Come here" Mitch whispered to you. You guys were supposed to cleaning up the school but Mitch had other ideas. He grabbed into your hand and pulled you into on of the rooms. He closed the door and pushed you up against it, he looked down and then he felt his cold your hands were. You noticed and pulled you hand away with a blush. "It's noth-" "Why don't you tell me you have cold hands?" He cut you off as he grabbed both of your hands into his. He put your hands in between his and looked up to you. "I don't know, it's embarrassing" you mumbled. He frowned a bit before leaning down and kissing your fingers. "Don't be embarrassed, especially not with me."

Violet

Let's be honest, this girl also had cold ass hands. When she found out you also had cold hands she would try and warm them up, even if it doesn't work.

October mornings were always your favorite, even if the mornings were cold. You'd always sit outside looking at the sunrise, loving the feeling of the cool crisp air on your body, even if it did feel like you were freezing. Violet occasionally would join you watching the sunrise and you guys would cuddle and share a blanket trying to stay warm. "Fuck, it's so cold" Violet shivered as she brought you closer to her, her hands were cold on your body. You shivered and got closer to her, you were between her legs looking at the sunrise. "Gimme your hands" you said as you look her hands and brought them up to your chest and put her hands in your boobs. You felt her tense up before relaxing. You brought your hands down and put them underneath her thighs and sighed contently. "Better?" You asked. She nodded and stayed silent for a minute before talking. "Your boobs are warm."

Louis

He finds it so cute that your hands get cold. He loves it that you go to him for helping warming your hands up.

You guys were in bed just staring at the ceiling in silence. You both had just woken up and were laying together enjoying the moment. The room was cold, it's starting to snow which makes the school cold too. And your hands were freezing, to the point that they felt numb. An idea popped into your head, with a smile you rolled over and put your hands on Louis's stomach, making him scream. "Goddamn your hands are cold girl!" Louis exclaimed as he looked at you. You giggle and pulled him into a hug. "Warm me up" you mumbled into his chest, you could feel him shiver from your cold ass hands on his body. It took a second for him to adjust to the coldness, when he did he looked down and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "Always will."

#x reader #twdg violet #twdg marlon #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg mitch #twdg x reader #twdg s4

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good-beanswrites · 6 months

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Remembering how Futa said in one timeline that there’s no way a woman could beat a man in a fight and got his ass beat. Can you do a crackfic of the girls beating him up for that?

Ahahaha thank you for the request!! This was really fun to write omg -- and well deserved, there was no need for all that in the timeline convo 😤 He was too busy thinking of leverages and forms he failed to consider the fury of a woman scorned..... may he rest in peace......

Fuuta didn’t even know what he did to earn himself an ass-beating.

“Oh, you know what you did,” Yuno said. She closed the cell door behind her.

Whatever it was, it had managed to anger every woman on the premises. He thought it took a lot to get girls riled up this much – something like cheating on them or calling them names, you know? But without a single action on his part, he found himself facing Yuno, Muu, and Amane. All three had a fire in their eyes that Fuuta was not liking the look of.

Mahiru had pointed him to his cell, saying Es was looking for him there. She spoke strangely as she did it, and waited awkwardly outside as he went in, but everyone around here was a little odd. How was he supposed to distinguish when people were being murderer-in-a-supernatural-prison weird from setting-a-trap-to-corner-him-in-his-cell weird?

He waved his palms in front of him. “Listen, listen! Let’s just talk, okay? Let’s slow down.”

Muu cracked her knuckles.

Amane began rolling up her sleeves in perfect creases. “You have doubted our abilities. We will make you a believer.”

Fuuta took a few steps back. His voice came out loud and frantic. “What are you talking about? If you’re looking to pick a fight, you better think twice, because I’m not gonna hit a girl or anything.”

“Oh, good!” Yuno’s voice was as bubbly as always as the three closed in. “That will make our job a lot easier.”

He felt his back hit the wall. “I mean it, let’s just talk about this for a sec! Hey!”

Mikoto’s voice came from outside the cell.

“Mappi? What’s going on in there?”

“Yes!” Fuuta called, “Mikoto! Help! They’re gonna kill me in here!”

“Oh, no need to worry~ The girls are just teaching him a little lesson about not saying awful things.”

“Isn’t this going a bit too far…? What did he even say?”

“Nothing! Come on, get me the fuck outta here!”

“I believe his exact words were, ‘there’s no way a girl could win in a fight against a man.’”

Fuuta paled. He did say that, didn't he...

“Oh crap. Yeah, that’d do it. Carry on.”

“Wha–? Mikoto!”

He gaped at the three in front of him.

He remembered a hero in a video game who had faced off against an unbeatable foe; a glorious knight who came to understand that he could never conquer the world-razing dragon before him. After giving his all, and seeing his fate was sealed, the hero had no choice. In a manly show of valor, he’d lifted his chin, closed his eyes, and accepted his impending, gory death.

Yuno's gaze was cold as she raised her arms. Muu had a hungry look in her eyes. Amane clenched her fists, her posture perfect.

It wasn’t a dragon, but Fuuta would argue this was a good deal more dangerous. He lifted his chin and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Get ‘em, girls!”

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Kotoko approached just as the other girls filed out of Fuuta’s cell. They had giddy looks on their faces. They giggled and whispered in a huddle as they walked around the panopticon.

“Wow, Muu!”

“Haha, I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“That felt amazing…”

Kotoko didn’t know what kind of game they were all playing in there, but Fuuta was in for a big surprise now. The fun was over. Today was the day she acted out her responsibilities as Es’ fang. Today was the day she delivered justice.

She swung the cell door open. Her eyebrows shot up.

Her head whipped around to take a look at the girls, still complementing one another and laughing lightly.

Hell, her work here was already done.

#milgram #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #mahiru shiina #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #and then he dieded 😔 -- sad!#fuuta stumbles out of shidous cell a few hours later wearing the 'im sorry women' hat #as much as i tried i couldnt picture mappi throwing any punches but shed love to help!!#the girls go to john afterwards to say 'hey youre right beating the shit out of someone really does feel like it solved all my problems'#i originally had kotoko as part of the main group but she actually agrees with him in the timeline convo #so i dont think shed be as angry in the moment - though she supports the others 100%#LMAO thank you this was so funny 😂😂😂#i was so so silly finishing up work and stuff and constantly plotting ways to beat up my fave #drabbles

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Triple Frontier with Mom

The movie frustrated her at first. She was talking to me and the screen A LOT. We had to pause and re-wind quite a bit. Mom was surprised that it came out in 2019, for some reason she didn't think it was recent. She hopes that they make a second one and get all the money they lost. Mom...was not a big fan a Benny 🥸 found him to be too loud and called him a douche. He grew on her a bit by the end. "He's less douche, just more airhead." She wants to watch more of Oscar's movies and work and may be convinced to watch more Pedro later. Mom is always up for more Charlie Hunnam.

Her unfiltered thoughts are below:

Mom's unfiltered thoughts during the movie:

Those look like the same steps from 'Man on Fire' (When Pope is first in Columbia.)

Oh! I've seen him in different things (pointed out who Oscar Issac is). He's cute, we should watch him more too.

(During the shootout with the cartel) Damn, did the only bring three bullets? Why aren't they shooting back?

Look at all that money! (This will be said several times.)

(When Santiago was chasing his informant) Damn, he's got an ass. I thought he just had a strong chin and curls. He's out of breath though - that's rough.

There's my man! (Charlie/Will has appeared on the screen) Look at those eyes. He might be able to sell them some snake oil.

(When Pope offered Tom the job initially) $17,000?! I'll take the job, I'll tell them what to do, for a week?!

Why do you need him? He can't even sell a condo (refers to Tom).

(When Benny comes into the locker room) Who's this douche?! (I explain he's Will's brother.) No, he can't be, Will is so cool. He is? Still a douche.

There's Pedro girl! Oh good, he isn't shaved. But coke? Well it's in review. Should be fine.

(Laughed way too hard when Benny got punched and reminded her that she's seen him before. From the movie 'Four Brothers') Oh! He died in that one - that doesn't repeat does it? He seems the mostly likely because he's the loudest.

This goes kinda south right? (When asking when they get to Columbia. I told her yes, but nothing else.)

Why didn't they use a wire to slit their throats? All the choking is too much effort and wasting time.

(When Tom doesn't want to leave and everyone keeps getting more money) They greedy! They need to go!

(Will is shot) He doesn't die does he? Not behind this foolishness? He can't! (Explains that he doesn't so she calms down) Whew, I was gonna fight you and ask you why you'd been bugging me about this movie if he died.

Why don't they have any flack jackets (bullet proof cummerbunds pretty much)? Why didn't Pope get them some of those? I thought he planned well.

(When they guys are arguing with Tom about leaving due to the hard out) Damn greedy ass man.

(When Lorea's men come back and they exchange fire) Should have built in a 30 minute cushion messing with that drunkard. Can't even sell a condo. He should have been shot.

(When they finally get out of the house and meet up with Pope's informant and her brother.) That man, asking her those questions. Toss him under the chopper. That kinda money you can change your face and everything. No one's gonna know. Tom is a sow.

Why are they not listening to the pilot about the weight? How greedy can you be? Is he trying to die?

(When the chopper is smoking over the Andes) I thought you said they didn't die?!

(After the crash and shooting the villagers) Should have given that old man the whole bag. Greedy ass. And why is he wearing bright orange?

(After Tom gets shot) Ya'll too sentimental. Leave his ass to be crow food - ya'll gotta move. Why are you crying? (At Benny) I was kinda liking him but now he's crying and fighting. Leave him too.

(When they pack up Tom's body) These guys are supposed to be the best of the best, why are they so soft? Drop his body. He could be worth two or three bags. That body has to be stinking.

(When Benny gets to the boat and comes back) Eh, I was wrong about him. He does need to calm down though.

(They're driving and fighting through the remnants of Lorea's crew) I don't care if they are teens, you point a gun at me and I'm shooting. Again, why are you not listening to the pilot? He's made several points.

How are you gonna be a solider with such a big heart? His ass is already big, his heart can't be too. And they still carrying that damn stinky body!

(When signing the money over to Tom's family) They are all so stupid. Do they even have money to get home? Ain't no way, that they did all that and didn't get anything thing.

You can count on Will (when Will gave Pope the coordinates). Between him and Fish, they're the two smartest people here.

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Third Love

Ch 1 La Dama

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ Nightmares, mental illness, smut (p in v, bjs) Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Spanish words. Reader with other man (not cheating). I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz youre a sweetie. 🍑

Prologue

"What's her name?" Eddie asked, flipping through his phone, swiping right on the dating app he was currently in, not once looking up at his bandmate. "They call her Peach." Gareth voiced sitting down on the chair next to Eddie, nervously picking the skin around his nails. "Does she have a fat ass?" Eddie questioned, eyebrow arched with a dimpled grin, now swiping left. Shaking his head Gareth continued. "I don't know man, Her uh.. her dads in the business though." Eddie smirked as he looked up from his phone. A sly smile graced his face, thinking of all the ways he could weasel his way into your social circle and finally get the band a record deal. "Don't even think about it Ed, she's not like that. And neither are you, especially after New York." Eddie scoffed and stared at the man before him, eyes burning a hole through Gareth's forehead. Eddie had a reputation for being a bad boy, always getting into trouble or being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He had an even worse reputation with women. After he broke off things with Becky he'd use women any chance he got and not even gracing them with a call back.

Maybe he was still bitter for what had transpired between them but to Eddie right now a hole was a hole. "What's that supposed to mean asshole?" Gareth huffed, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, twisting the copper cap off his beer. "Look man, I know how it goes. I get your still pissed about she who shall not be named, but you can't just fuck everything that moves." It was true. Eddie had gotten the routine down to a T. Saturday nights He'd play his Warlock with all the passion and desire one would when trying to make it big. Large strong hands flying swifty over the neck of his sweetheart, Strong fingers holding his pick and gliding over the strings for each chord played beautifully and to perfection. His hair thrashed back and forth as he bounced and swayed feeling the music and energy of the crowd. He'd then scan the front row and pick his favorite out of the screaming groupies. He didn't have a preference on what they looked like or how they acted "the sluttier the better" he had once told Gareth. He knew the minute he was done with them he'd never call or see them again.

One wide smile and wink from Eddie was all it took for the busty blonde to follow him backstage. Within 5 min he'd have her bent over in the back of his van. Hands grabbing the plush of blondies backside while he thrusted deep within her. Every forceful thrust resulting in muffled moans and cries from the slut beneath him. Once he was done he'd toss them their clothes and shoo them on their merry way. He never gave out his number and tossed every number that was given to him. He wasn't looking for a relationship, he just wanted to get his dick wet on the daily. "Yeah, well those girls are sluts, what makes Peach so different?" Gareth stood up from the couch and paced the living room throwing his arms up in frustration. "Have you even been listening to me?!! Her dad is CEO of Twisted Records in Los Angeles! Thats what makes her different! She has connections!! Real fucking connections." Gareth stopped in front of Eddie and looked at him like something else was on his mind. "Go one spit it out" waving a hand in front of Gareth signaling him to continue. "My buddy Nick is having a party and she's gonna be there. We gotta go man. That's our way in." Eddie thought the name sounded familiar. Rubbing the stubble on his chin he stood up and walked to the cupboards, reaching for his salted pretzels and popping a few into his awaiting mouth. "Are you talking about Nick from Glass House? Holy shit are they trying to get signed too?" Taking a sip of his beer Gareth nodded his head in confirmation." Yeah apparently the lead singer Sebastian has the same idea we do." Eddie scoffed at this information, both boys acknowledged that if Glass House was also trying to get signed they needed to act fast.

Eddie intended to sweep you off your feet before Sebastian could even try. He hoped that by Saturday Night he'd have you so cock drunk you wouldn't be able to stay away from him therefore being a shoe in with your dad and landing him and the rest of Corroded Coffin a record deal. Little did Eddie know that getting you to fall for him was going to be much harder than he thought, considering it had been less than a year since your attack.

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By the time you were released from the hospital all your belongings from your childhood home had been moved into a smaller, more secluded area with 24/7 security and advanced motion sensors in place. It was your decision to continue working, trying to busy the chaos that took place in your mind. Your dad had told you it wasn't necessary and he only wanted you to heal and get the medical help you desperately needed.

Currently your mental state was hanging by a thread as the events from that tragic night often played in your mind. Your mother brought you into this world and you held her tightly to your chest as she took her final breaths. The heartache and pain are sometimes unbearable, but you find solace in knowing you said your goodbyes. She didn't pass alone and for that you're grateful, the wounds caused by her death scab over, only to rip back open at any given time.

Sleep wasn't enjoyable like it once was, leaving too much stillness only brought the pain from the inside to the outside. You can't remember if the screams from your nightmares were hers or your own but you find yourself locked in your bathroom, hugging yourself tightly, rocking back and forth with your tear stained face pressed against your knees."You didn't show me how to live without you. I. I. Miss you so much. I can't do this. I can still see your face. I needed more time." Hiccuping sobs escape your trembling lips, saddened words spoken to the cold tile of your bathroom floor where the only form of comfort felt were your own arms tightly wrapped around your shins.

"Mija estás bien?" The knock at the door startles you, the worried voice of your dad has you blinking back tears.

"It's me, I'm coming in." He announces, as the handle turns and his large frame fills the space in the bathroom. His eyes are wet, clearly terrified at the state his daughter is in. Not used to giving comfort when needed he breaks that cultural norm and envelopes your trembling body in a tight hug that only loving fathers know how to give. "No puedes vivir con este dolor hija, dame lo a mí." Your dad cried on that floor with you, begging to release all your pain onto him, he was strong enough to carry it for the both of you. Sleep came easily that night, and soon enough you found that rest became better with someone else.

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Friday

Being the VP of A&R your work consists of mostly networking, which usually means attending live music events. Concerts, open mics, festivals, and private music industry events. Something you were able to do in the comfort of your home was review a long list of demos and toggle through multiple social media accounts, looking and listening for the next big hit. Staying home was no longer an option, if your dad was going to pass the company down to you you needed to be out there, socializing with producers, meeting potential talent and becoming the strong fierce woman your mother taught you to be. Making genuine friends and relationships has always been hard for you. Did they value your friendship as much as you did or were you just a stepping stone to further their career. Were all your relationships one sided? Did they fall for you or did they trip you only to step on your back and reach for that record deal dangling in your dads hands. One thing for sure, every interaction was to be met with skepticism. Everyone you met wanted a hand in the cookie jar, and since witnessing ur moms death, it had changed everything. Life was fragile and at any moment it could be taken from you. The urge to find your forever person lay heavy on your heart, cement walls built so high it would take one man a lifetime to claw his way through. Maybe seeing your parents' love cut short made you crave arms to hold you at your worst, tender soft kisses and gentle hands. Whispers of sweet nothings only for your ears to hear. Although the man laying behind you held you tight to his chest and caressed every inch of your body with soft slow strokes it wasn't enough because he wanted something from you, just like they all did.

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A mumbled "morning" breaches the man's lips as he nuzzles his head in the crease of your neck inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo. Your eyes slowly adjust to the sun peeking through. Checking the time you quickly jolt up frantically searching for your clothes. "Nooo kitten, stay in bed." Missing your warmth next to him he pats the bed beckoning you back next to his side. "You weren't supposed to stay." You sigh quickly brushing your hair and gathering your purse for your meeting that you were going to be late to. Groaning the man stands and at 6ft 3 he towers over you concern laced in his eyes. " I thought we were over this? I just wanna be with you." Sebastian embraces you, gently gliding his hands up and down your arms. He places a kiss atop your head as he releases you. Lies. It's all lies. Sebastians been trying to be more than what you both were currently in. Him wanting to be exclusive and you keeping your heart guarded. Afraid that once his band was signed that he'd leave you, becoming just a distant memory and an inspiration for a break up song. You smile brightly, giving him a peck on the cheek and rushing out to your car, refusing to continue the conversation.

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You spend the next 14 hours meeting with managers, producers, future talent and settle any disputes between assistants and the current artists signed to the label. Utterly exhausted from your long day you find yourself knocking on Sebastian's front door. Ever since your Moms tragic passing you were too scared to sleep alone. Always opting for warm arms to keep you safe or the company of your best friend, who at the moment was out of town with the love of her life. Love, oh how you wished it would find you. No one ever spoke the words to you. Even if they did, you always feared that they had fallen in love with the idea of you or that you'd fall so hard and deep for them just for muttering those three words. Before Sebastian there were others but currently he offered peace to your troubled mind.

Opening the door Sebastian embraces you, placing a kiss on the crown of your head as he always does. Stepping aside he lets you into his home that he shares with his bandmates. Grabbing your soft small hand he leads you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room has a soft glow from the bedside lamp and his laptop is perched open on the desk. You notice Multiple instruments are scattered around the room and wonder if you interrupted his session. "Were you working?" You question pointing to the guitar laying on his bed. "Yeah, wanna hear it?" Sebastian smiles, gently removing his guitar so you could lay down. "It's not done yet but I'd love to know what you think." Snuggling under the covers you gesture for him to begin. It takes 2 minutes for his sultry voice to lure you to sleep and he takes this time to study all your features. His deep brown eyes record every scar, beauty mark and freckle that graces your beautiful face and wishes more than anything that you feel even an ounce of adoration he feels for you. Quietly he removes his shirt and cuddles close behind you. His bare chest to your clothed back and god he craves skin to skin contact. So he pulls you close, arm over the dip of your waist and settles for the warmth of his large hand caressing the smooth skin of your tummy. Nuzzling the curve of your neck he whispers "Stay till morning."

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Saturday

Eddie and Gareth had arrived at the party early, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to see you in the flesh. He wondered if other bands were here to get noticed by you or if they were here for the groupies, which currently many had made their way through the door. Tired of gawking and looking like a creep he went inside in search of a restroom. Seeing as many more people had filled the inside of the house, hallways had narrowed and soon Eddie was bumping into people and excusing himself. Quickly rounding the corner to finally reach the restroom Eddie's arms shot out to prevent his crotch from grazing the plush of someones ass but it happened too fast and it was too late. Contact had been made and Eddies dick twitched at the sensation. You had dropped your phone and on the way to pick it up Eddie had accidently ran into your behind. Rough hands on your hips to prevent the collision was futile. Quickly removing his hands from your body Eddie apologized profusely. "Shit. Im so fucking sorry. I didn't see you and uh. I shouldn't have gra...."

Eddie froze because in that moment his heart skipped a beat, butterflies took flight within his stomach, and if angels were real he's sure you'd be their queen. Clearing his throat and extending his hand to you he introduced himself. "I'm Eddie." You giggled at the thought of telling him your name but you met his rough hand with your soft one anyway. "You can call me Peach."

"Of course it's Peach" Eddie smirked, given the manner in how you both met, hilarity ensued and you both were doubled over in laughter. Your laugh was so angelic he wished to hear it every morning as his wake up call, until someone cleared their throat.

"What's so funny?" Sebastian questioned looking down at Eddie while placing his arm around your shoulders, showcasing ownership of you. Eddie almost missed the way you tensed under Sebastian's arm and slightly leaned away. "Oh, this is Eddie, he just accidently bumped into me." You swallowed. "And Eddie, this is Sebastian." You look up to Sebastian gauging his reaction.

Both men looked each other up and down. Eddie was slighting shorter and more muscular while Sebastian was tall and lanky. Both had a similar style. Eddie wore jeans with rips in the kneecaps and his iconic Hellfire shirt while Sebastian had black slacks and a white t-shirt that displayed both his sleeves of tattoos. "Hmmm, do I know you from somewhere?" Sebastian asked, pulling you in closer to his side."Don't think so man." Which was a lie, Corroded Coffin and Glass House both played Battle of the Bands a few months back, it had been the first few shows they played in California.

"Yea actually I remember now." Wagging his finger toward Eddie Sebastian continued. "Battle of the bands. You were there with.... what was her name...oh Kelly!" Pulling his lips between his teeth Eddie looked down ashamed that he couldn't remember this Kelly girl. "Must have been a fling." He shrugged, placing both hands in his pockets and staring at you sheepishly. He knew Sebastian was trying to make him look bad in front of you. He wondered if you two were together and why you seemed to tense up around him.

"There's lots of girls here to satiate an appetite, just not this one." Sebastian countered, sensing his glares at Eddie, you placed your hand on his tummy signaling Sebastian to back off. "Eddie, it was nice meeting you, but I have some mingling to do, and I hope you enjoy the lovely ladies." You give a tight lipped smile and proceed to walk down the stairs with Sebastian at your side, when Eddies calloused hands from years of playing gently grab your hand from behind. Glancing down you see his thumb ghosting over your delicate fingers. A touch so tender and pure yet every neuron in your body buzzes with static, charging up to reach capacity just waiting to burst. Your gaze meets Eddie's eyes, and his pupils dilate in acknowledgement of the current traveling between you. Stunned by the shock he blinks back to reality and the words 'I'll see you around' escapes his lips. With a wink and wide smile he releases your hand and stares as you descend the remaining steps.

For the rest of the night Eddie watches you interact with guests. He observes how affectionate everyone is to you. Constantly getting hugged, different hands gripping your elbow or being placed on your shoulders. Men placing their hands on the small of your back to walk past you. Women giving you tight hugs and kisses on your cheek. He furrowed his eyebrows as guys try to innocently squeeze behind you knowing very well what their true intentions are. It makes him sick knowing that he was one of them. From the looks of it you seemed to not be bothered by people pulling you here and there, yet there's a hyper vigilance that doesn't let you relax. You're constantly scanning and locking eyes with everyone who passes you, giving them the green light to show you their social media pages and slipping you their phone numbers. Throughout the entire night he noticed Sebastian was never far behind. "You're being a creep." Gareth teased as he slapped eddies back in a bro hug. Eddie laughed and told Gareth how he accidently bumped into you. "Looks like Sebastian beat us to it man." Eddie took a sip of his beer gesturing towards both of you. Sebastian had placed a tender kiss on your head and was walking you out." Nah man it's not what you think, i'll tell you tomorrow." Gareth whispered afraid someone would hear. Both men talked quickly and decided they would figure out a new strategy. As Eddie was walking out he could hear voices in the distance and saw you standing between Sebastian's legs as he leaned his back against a car, His hands were cupping your face and he was looking deep within your eyes. Eddie could hear him ask you a question.

"Come on kitten, just a kiss. Hmm?" Sebastian cooed. Pulling you closer and running his hands down your arms to settle on your hips. You smiled shyly, stood on your tippy toes and locked lips with Sebastians. His lips were dry and chapped compared to yours soft and supple. Parting his lips he ran his tongue along the seam of your mouth begging for permission to deepen the kiss. Before you could gently push away his large hands grabbed at your ass pulling you up to his waist. You squealed and swatted at his chest. Moving your mouth away from him he found the soft curve of your neck as he turned around and placed you on the hood of his car. "Sebastian stop." You pleaded through your giggles. "I'm ticklish" You squealed. "Never" he replied, peppering kisses down your neck. Hugging you close and placing a final kiss to your forehead. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? Please."

The sound of chains caught your attention as Eddie walked out to his car. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Putting his hands up in surrender and smiling innocently. You hop down from Sebastian's car telling him goodnight with a quick peck to the cheek as you walk with Eddie to his car. Looking behind him Eddie eyes Sebastian's hard glare and just smirks in victory at getting you alone.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Eddie questioned throwing a thumb over his shoulder to a retreating Sebastian. You sigh contemplating your response. "Shit" Eddie pats his front and back pockets in a panic. Pulling out his keys and lighter but not finding what he was looking for."I think I left my phone inside." Looking towards the house, Eddies hopeful it's still there. "Oh! here you can use mine to call, maybe we could hear it." You hand Eddie your phone so he could punch his number in and as you both head towards the house you hear the buzz and ring of a muffled phone. Searching the ground and the area nearby Eddie chuckles as he sees the glow under his seat through his car window. "Must have fallen out of my pocket." Fumbling with his key in the door it unlocks and he retrieves his phone from under the seat. Checking the screen he smiles at the 1 missed call and the 10 digits of your number. Gotcha.

"It's getting late i should really get going." You announce with a shy wave, stepping back, crossing the street to your car. Eddie nods in agreement and walks you to your door, his chains clinking with every step. He holds the door open for you as you sit in and fasten your seatbelt. "Drive safe yeah?" You smile and nod as Eddie gently closes the door and he watches as you drive away. For the entire ride back home you think of Eddies soft brown eyes and his dimpled smile. The silver rings on his fingers when he grabbed your hand on the stairs and the heat you felt when his palms had met the delicate curve of your hips. You wonder if he had felt the burst of energy between you or if it was one sided. Probably one sided.

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Algedonic

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ch. xxix - pet-sitting your brother's chicken

soulmate!yunho × reader

fated and marked, soulmates are supposed to be your destiny. you are connected to him by his heart and him to yours. but despite the cosmic or even divine intervention, you felt that he is not wholly yours. why is destiny so cruel to you?

Around 6.45, you entered the boys' apartment with Beomgyu holding onto your hand. He said that he had to make sure you wouldn't bail or flake. To add to his seriousness, he even stayed with you as you work. You tried covincing him several times that he CAN leave you alone and that you'd be at their apartment later that night. But of course Beomgyu refused and even used his VERY adorable sad puppy face against you.

Looking back to earlier in the day, you realized how pet-like Beomgyu is. In the best way. As you focused yourself on work, he had no problem entertaining himself. From organizing your fridge, to mix and matching your clothes and setting it aside for you to wear whenever you want, to taking a nap on your bed, to making you snack, and of course, clinging onto your legs silently as you work.

Literally, the man hugged your legs wordlessly for a couple of hours. Sometimes you have the strong urge to scratch his chin just to see how he'd react.

Immediately, San took your overnight bag and tossed it to its usual place next to the couch before hugging you tightly.

"It feels like it's been three decades since I last saw you!" he cried out. You could only laugh and hugged him back, "What are you talking about, San? We saw each other last week!" you said. As if on cue, Byeol emerged from San's room and immediately, she rubbed her whole body on your leg. You crouched down to pet the cat as she began to purr at your touch, "I see the little miss is visiting his brother, huh?" you said to her like as if you were talking to a baby.

Yeosang emerged and trodded to you with a charming smile on his face, "Did Beomgyu held you hostage?" He chuckled. You rolled your eyes as you move to side hug him, "You know he did," you confirmed. Yeosang laughed at the way you answered and the way Beomgyu was glaring at you accusingly, "Well thank god he did because we really do need to hang out together," he said.

As you settled in the boys' apartment, and by settling, it simply meant that you changed into Yeosang's sweatpants and Beomgyu's big ass hoodie and stole San's blanket from his bed, Liz arrived already clad in comfy sleeping pants and her comfiest white hoodie.

So now, you found yourself and Liz huddled on the couch under San's blanket as the boys went about their stream. They had pulled their gaming laptops instead of using their PC for the night's stream because they wanted to do the stream together in the living room. As usual, Beomgyu was screaming, San was laughing, and Yeosang simply looked done at the both of them. During the whole time, you and Liz kept giggling at their interactions.

"San," you called out as he slumped in his seat, having just been killed in the game. With sad eyes and pouty lips, San turned around to listen to what you had to say, "Beomgyu betrayed you," you revealed, smirking at a horrified looking Beomgyu. "(Y/N) !!! WHY !?!?!?!?" he screeched when San jumped on him and beat him up with a cushion.

Everyone laughed at that, but of course, Yeosang was still paying close attention to the stream. "Oh yeah, our friends, (y/n) and Liz are here!" he said to the audience, "Girls, come say hi!" he said, leaning to the side slightly to show you and Liz to the audience. You shrieked and threw a cushion at his head, "Yeosang! You fucking tricked me into being part of the stream!" you yelled at him.

Yeosang rubbed his head in the spot where the cushion hit him and pouted at you, "No I didn't! I was just showing that you and Liz are here!" he whined, defending himself. Beomgyu leaned to the screen and grinned widely, "Wooyoung hyung, you ass!" he laughed.

Hearing the familiar name, you perked up slightly which made Liz raise an eyebrow in acknowledgement. "Wooyoung?" you asked, repeating the name that Beomgyu had just said. "Yeah!" Beomgyu grinned at you, pointing at the screen, "He said that we should clear out and let you on the camera instead, it'll get us more views!"

You couldn't help but giggle and blush slightly at that, "Wooyoung, stop watching! Don't you have comatose people to take care of?" you spoke out loud so that the mic can catch your voice.

This time, San peeked on the screen and his eyes widened, "I'm not reading that, you can fucking text her yourself," he scoffed. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from grinning even wider, thinking about what Wooyoung might have said in public to you through the boys.

The stream ended after two hours. You all have now sat around the small coffee table in the living room, each person has their own bowl of noodles and everyone's just enjoying the presence of each other.

"You know," San started after he finished his bowl of noodles, "I see that you've been talking to Wooyoung a lot recently," he said, peering at you curiously. At his words, you choked on your noodles and began coughing. It wasn't what he asked, but it was his tone that threw you off. "Seems like you hit the jackpot with the topic," Yeosang smirked as he watched Beomgyu and Liz patting your back, trying to help you calm down.

After calming down, you glared at San who was looking at you smugly, "Yeah, so what?" you asked him. Shrugging, San tilted his head slightly, "It's just interesting, you know? I never thought that you both could be close, but you both have been sending food and texting each other every day, kinda romantic, isn't it?"

Beomgyu's eyes widened and he grabbed your shoulders tightly, "Is it romantic between you two? Does that mean you're leaving Yunho!?" he asked with much excitement in his voice. This time, your eyes widened and you immediately shook your head, "What!? No! Of course not!" you denied. Your response caused them all to boo at you.

"Seriously, (y/n), it seems like you have a better option now, why not just leave Yunho?" Liz asked, genuinely curious. You pursed your lips and shrugged, "Because it's fate, you know?" you said simply. San was about to say something but you raised a hand, stopping him from saying anything, "I know it sounds stupid, but I do believe that soulmates really do mean something. People do have the option to remove their mark and be with whoever they want, but I sincerely believe that fate must have planned something for me and Yunho, or at least they want something from us, you know?" your eyes then shifted to Yeosan as you threw him a sad smile, "No disrespect to you though, Sangie."

"But what about Wooyoung hyung?" Beomgyu asked, "You must've realized that he's developing romantic feelings for you."

In all honesty, you dreaded this question. You knew that the point of the sleepover was just simply so Beomgyu could ask you that.

So you smiled at him sadly, "Who said I'm not too?" Your answer shocked them, it was evident in their expression. "It's... very complicated because on one side, I wanna believe that Yunho and I have like this big blueprint, you know? But Wooyoung... He's been showing me how I should be treated and I like it a lot," you sighed, feeling bad about how you feel for the boys' friend.

Liz wrapped her arms around one of yours and pursed her lips, "Well... what are you gonna do about your feelings? What about Wooyoung?" she asked. You could sense from her tone that she was just trying to make sure that you would be fine since both of your relationships are involving a lot of people.

Giving her a small chuckle, you nodded slowly, thinking about how ridiculous the situation is, "Well, I will obviously keep having my feelings for him but I don't know if it's gonna develop or dissipate. Wooyoung... I told him during our first call when he said he wanted to court me that I'm in a very frustrating and very confusing soulmate situation. He understood and he said that despite his feelings, he wants to be friends with me," you explained.

"And you let him?" San asked, frowning as he found the idea rather confusing and unrealistic. Maybe even slightly unfair to only one party.

Thankfully, Yeosang interjected, pushing San so he toppled backwards. "We've known Wooyoung long enough to know that he does whatever he wants anyway," he said, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance. "What's important is that you have to know what you want, (y/n). We're not rooting for Wooyoung here, we're rooting for you to get what you deserve," he told you.

Hearing such words from your friend brought tears to your eyes and within seconds, Liz was all over you, trying to dry your tears as Beomgyu attacked Yeosang, kicking him for "making our dearest (y/n) cry unprompted", while San tried making your tears stop by getting Byeol who hissed at him.

In a romantic aspect, your track record isn't the best. Heck, you finally admitted out loud that you're slowly developing feelings for a guy who's not your soulmate.

You kind of resent yourself for believing in soulmates so much, it was one of the reasons why you had a falling out with your parents who both removed their soulmate marks to be with each other. You've always thought that they were brave, but apparently, they thought you were gutless for going with "what's intended" instead of being adventurous, going out to make your own story. You've always felt alone because it seemed like no one gets your decision. No one gets that despite going with fate's plan, you're still scared. There were times, even before meeting Wooyoung, you questioned fate for giving you a soulmate such as Yunho. But despite his shortcomings, there are qualities that he has that make you love him even through everything. But still, there was this voice at the back of your head that kept convincing you that he's staying with you not because it's what he wants, but it was because it's just what he was "told" to do.

It was stressful bearing the mental burden alone.

But as you sat there, watching Liz taking care of you, San trying to cheer you up, Beomgyu defending you, and Yeosang who never fail to ground you to reality, you realized that you were never alone. These people are your family. Through thick and thin, seemingly odd decisions, and stressful events, they are the ones who decided that they wanna be there for you. For the first time in a while, your heart felt lighter.

And it was all thanks to the people whom you love beyond anything in the world.

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eleven441 · 4 months

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The Jetz 1 WWE

(ft. The Bloodline, Jey USO , Tenaya, Naomi and other WWE superstars)

(based on fast an furious, idk which one though 🤷 maybe 6 or 7)

"So how the hell are we gonna handle the black 9's when they roll through!!!" Yelled Jey, my husband.

He was yelling at Sami Zayn, a close family friend. Incase your asking , Jey was yelling it him because we didn't have any weapons in place. We wanted to get back at the Black 9's for ambushing our company for agents , spies and hackers. HE , was in charge of the weapons we needed to get back at em.

The Black 9 is a mafia gang, made up of some of the toughest people ever known. Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Dominic masterio (aka mop top😆🖕) , JD whatever in one section and sadly... The people in the other section is our family. Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and. Roman Reigns.

Jey was hella mad , but that turned me on , Soo much. He was smoking hot, in his jet black suit and a black bandana in his head. I was wearing some leather black track pants, a grey vest and some sneakers. With a black F1 racing jacket.

"For the last time, I don't know. I've looked everywhere. They were , where they were supposed to be!" Jey looked at him with a furious face and then calmed down. "Look Sami , I just want you to find every weapon you lost, aight!?" He said looking him in the eye."Yes sir" he sighed rolling his eyes.

Jey quickly turned away from him and stormed Into the kitchen were I was. I heard everything because I was in the next room. "So what the FUCK we gonna do now ? " I asked with a slight frown on my face.

" I don't even know baby" He walked to me and pulled my chin to his mouth to give me a sweet little kiss. He also kissed our son. I was holding him in the arms. "Don't worry Jas , daddy gonna figure it out"

Jaseh Safari Fatu🤗💙💕

I know the baby's still young but sheeeesh , he knows alot and he real gangsta. " Yo Tee , im gonna give Montez a call.."

Jey Uso Pov😎

I took out my phone (iPhone) and dialed Montez

Big Ford💲

"Ayyy, Jey , wassup G??"

"Alot Tez , wassup whichu???"

"nothing much , wus going on???"

"Man Sami lost alla my weapons! Now we have nothing to use"

"Damn, that man (laughs) aight come over and we'll talk"

"Ok , see you this evening"

"Yeah G , see you then"

I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket. All I could do was look at my gorgeous wife and my adorable son. I couldn't help but think of the fact that I was planning on killing my brothers and my cousin. Nah they need to learn their lesson.

Ford , Bianca , and Dawkins are our best friends. We help eachother in everything including this... They need to have their way too. I went over to Tenaya and gave her a rough slap on her fat ass.

"Ow!, Jey" she yelped while feeding Jas. I then took a hand full and squeezed it. "Mmmm baby" I groaned behind her , kissing her neck. "Mmm Jey baby , not now. I don't wanna get wet already..."

I shifted my attention to my son , who was looking up at us with curiosity. Thank goodness he can't talk .He won't remember much , but trust me he has an idea. "I'm gonna pound that pussy later" I said,biting my lower lip. "Okay daddy" she responded.

So I just went to the take a power nap...

Jey Uso -❤️

Jimmy Uso-🗨️

Solo Sikoa - 🔄

Roman Reigns - all

#jey Uso fanfic #jey uso #wwe fangiction #jey uso smut #the bloodline #jimmy uso

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valsilverhand-archive · 11 months

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Below the cut is how I keep envisioning how Saul and Mona came to be. Please enjoy!

He remembers her being pure as fucking anything. Big grey eyes and long, sandy blonde hair, and a smile that seemed to be brighter than the sun. She was drinking a soda despite having permission to have a beer for such an accomplishment of living for so long out in the 'wilds'.

He knew who she was the minute he saw her despite the obvious changes to her person.

She was eighteen then he thinks.

She was supposed to be innocent still.

Little precious princess.

But that was three years ago, wasn't it?

And now…. here she was, in NC of all fucking places, in some of the skimpiest fucking clothes.

Saul already knew what she was doing. There was a doll chip on the side of her neck. It was pink.

He was here to find her for her father. Big leader for a sanction of Snake Nation. He was as respectable as they came. Little pushy, but never forced anything in regards to his daughter he so very much wanted back home. Mona had up and disappeared (around her eighteenth birthday no less) with nothing but a note telling her parents that she needed to see the world for what it was. Didn't wanna be in the Badlands anymore.

'I wanna find my roots on my own. Please understand that this isn't being done out of hatred or maliciousness on my end. Just wanna grow up outside of the desert. Want a better life!'

Better life his fucking ass.

If he didn't have such great restraint he would go up and scold her, but he didn't want her to run or that he thought less of her. Wouldn't feel right. Instead he just wanted to see if she was okay. Maybe offer a place with the Aldecado's who were mostly set up in the Badlands outside of the city. Convince her to go home to her family in due time if she so wanted.

( He'd already spoken to her father about this.

"She's stubborn as her mama. Make her do anything she don't want and she's doing the opposite... which was my first mistake. Heh." )

Running a hand down his chin, he tried to think of the best course of action.

Gotta try a gentle approach? Maybe.

He'd gotten distracted by Mitch off to the side eating a hot dog before he realized she was in front of him.

Fuck. That was quick. Hadn't even noticed her walk up.

"Listen," Mona begins - new heart shaped eyes squinting up at him before she looks over at Mitch with an amused expression, "I know who you both are. I remember you from a few years back. I'll tell you like I've told every other gonk my dad sends out here: I am not going back. I will fry your brain if you try."

Mitch makes his way over, finishing off his food, and speaks before he can even get a word out, "You always were quick as a whip. We're not trying to force anything. In fact we just wanted to see how you were doing. Might not be close to Snake Nation but what we are is close to your parents. See you've taken uh… a questionable path however."

"It's the best option while I get my GED," she simply shrugs while fixing short hair back. "Then I'll quit this and get myself into a better life."

Saul sighs. "You know damn well it'll be harder than that. If proper education was what you wanted then you should of said so before you left."

"I wanted to do it on my own," Mona snaps before she realizes her pimp is watching from afar. "Anyway you two either give me a party to talk further or leave."

Her expression stays pleasant despite the clear muddle of emotions trying to keep themself at bay.

"Fine," is all Saul says as he rubs at his chin. "Lead us to the closest room then."

"Well if this isn't taking a turn of events," Mitch snorts out with amusement.

Mona rolls her eyes with an amused little smile, "This way then."

Stubborn as a mule, that woman.

He leaves disatisfied.

They'd talked for better part of an hour and neither Saul nor Mitch could convince her to come back with them. Guess she knew what they were planning. It was… frustrating. And a little disappointing. And heartbreaking.

Why the hell did she want to live this life? It wasn't that great to begin with.

He shoots off a message to her father. Doesn't give him anything other than 'couldn't convince her to come home'. The reply is basically a sigh in return.

Good to know she's safe. Don't force her to do anything she doesn't want.

And he left it at that.

Mona had slipped his mind at this point.

He'd become leader to the Aldecado's just a year or so prior so he'd been busy becoming the best leader he could. Had to keep his family safe.

It's when he's at Sunset Motel, drinking a beer with Mitch and Scorpion, that he realizes that the 'hot number' his friend's were giggling about was her.

This was not the young woman he'd seen years ago doing one of the oldest professions anymore. This was a young edgerunner. A woman who finally got out of one hole into another.

( Couldn't do something boring, could you, Mona? he thinks as he eyes her over. )

She's at least twenty-six or something now, right? Eyes are mismatched purple and white, hair is short and a hot pink, and she has new scars on her stomach and back. There's a gun at her hip. Her outfit is leather and something cotton - all black.

Fuck.

He takes a swig of his beer. Mitch is talking to him about something, but he's too distracted. ( What's wrong with him? He doesn't ogle women. Especially not ones who keep making stupid choices. ) It's Scorpion who decides to head over. There's a shiteating grin his way and he gives an annoyed frown back in turn.

Scorpion manages to get her to come over.

"You had hair the last time we met," she jokes to the younger man as she comes to sit with them at the booth. Scorpion is about to open his mouth but Saul is quicker this time.

"Well," Saul begins before Scorpion can start being the usual flirt, "look who it is. You never do disappoint with your chosen professions."

"Ha! Noticed my new toys, did you?," she squints at him with a grin.

"Course I did. Real hard to miss the iron on your hip."

"Can't help that life happens, Saul," her tone is coy before she takes a swig of her own beer she'd had in hand.

They end up having a great time. Laughing, remincing, catching up. And then he finds himself outside with her in the back of the motel (she should be with Scorpion, right? But no, she's chosen to be with his old ass, but it's not like they didn't have a hell of a lot in common). Both of them sitting on the ground, drunk, and laughing. She's warm up against his side in the chill of the night. Felt familiar in a way he wasn't sure how to describe.

"You know… I thought about your offer. Like. A lot." She has her head rested on his shoulder at this point. "But I can't take it yet."

He looks down at her, "And why the hell not? You got a good head on your shoulders, Mona. Fit right in with the Aldecados. You'd be family."

"I mean yeah, true," she hums, "but it's like… I got put on this pedastal back when I was a kid. Dad made sure as hell to make it my 'destiny' that I would take his spot when he kicked the bucket or retired. I sure as fuck didn't want that."

"Yeah, I remember that. Think they called you Princess, right?"

"Mhmm and I hated it. Never wanted to be in the spotlight and I wanted the choice to do what I wanted… so I disappeared. You were the second or third person to find me too back when I was a doll."

Here she pauses for awhile, going quiet while it seemed like she was trying to figure out how to put her words together. The once jovial mood had simmered down and there was a serious tone.

He keeps quiet.

"My little sister was the first," she continues with a sigh. "Lola. She wanted to see why I left. I told her the same thing I said in the note. I don't hate my family. I just wanted to live my life the way I wanted to. She understood that because Dad put the same stress on her when I left."

She turns back to him, "And I have. I'm almost thirty now. I made myself into something that I wanted to make."

He stares at her for a long while.

She'd bloomed into something more than he or anyone else knew at this point. This was a person who went through so much in the ten or so years she'd been in NC.

"Proud of you for that one," and he cracks a genuine smile. "You've come a hell of a long way, Mona. Keep on going. Don't let anyone stop you."

She smiles again, eyes crinkled, before she rests her head back onto his shoulder. She holds his hand. He grasps her back.

( Why does she fit so comfortably? )

"Thanks, choom."

They talk a little while longer as they sober up.

Mona leaves at about two in the morning but not without leaving him with a kiss to the forehead.

He's just sits there awhile longer in shock before leaving himself.

He meets her on and off again.

Every few weeks he comes into NC for a 'supply' run. He stays in her tiny little apartment in Northside. They adventure NC together. Go on dates. Take on jobs here and there. Watch movies. Stay in bed talking about everything and nothing. Make love.

He's never been so goddamn… in love with someone like he is with her.

Sure, he's had other lovers and even girlfriends, but they never last.

Couldn't figure it out until now.

It's been her. It's always been her.

Today he wakes up without her in his arms. She's on her PC, typing away, in a trance like she was sometimes as she finished up contacting fixers or people who hired her for her jobs.

He yawns and stretches, scratching his chest, as he tries to shake the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hey sleepyhead," she grins over at him. "I ordered breakfast. Should be here in about thirty."

"Get my usual?," he asks with another yawn.

"Of course I did. Now just give me a few minutes… I need to finish these reports real quick from the week. Then uh… I have something I want to talk about with you."

Wha-

Ah fuck was she pregnant?

( Why the hell was that your first thought, Saul? )

They hadn't used protection the last few times he'd been able to make it out here. He wasn't sure he would make a great father either. Felt too old to be one too…

It doesn't take her long to come over to the bed. She sits there for a few seconds before she takes a deep breath and smiles.

"So… you remember when you asked me to join the Aldecado's all those years ago?"

Oh. Okay. False alarm. ( Maybe? )

"Yeah, I remember," he mutters with a relieved sigh, "What about it?"

"I just tied my loose ends. I wanna take you up on that offer."

It takes him a few seconds to process what she had said. He pulls himself up to sit.

"You ain't yanking my chain, are you?"

"Do I look like I yank anything other than your cock?," she huffs playfully at him.

He rolls his eyes before grabbing her, pulling her into a kiss that left them both breathless.

"I'll help you pack… but for now…"

She wasn't allowed to leave that bed for awhile, breakfast and the outside world forgotten for a few hours.

It's just after the bullshit with V that he finds himself frustrated by the solar panels. He's scared for his family. Saul doesn't want anything worse to happen to them. They've already lost to many people and so much of their sanity…

He's drinking a beer while the sun sets.

Familiar crunch of boots on sand and rock tells him who's coming before he even looks up. Her hair is starting to fade back to that sandy blonde, make up is smudged from the heat, and she looks like a goddamn goddess in the setting light of the day.

Sitting right besides him, she just keeps to herself.

She's always been so patient with him even from the start of their relationship.

He sets down the beer in a spot he hopes he doesn't knock it over before turning to her. His forehead settles on her shoulder.

"I know, honey," she says softly. "It's gonna pass. Our family is gonna grow again. We will kill all the Rafen scum we need to when it comes down to it."

"Just- hate all of this. We finally got settled but Pa-"

"- shit happens. We are not going to dwell. You will not be a hateful shithead. Got it? We all apologized and we got stronger bonds for it. That's final."

Grumbling in agitation, he lifts his head to rest his chin now, arms coming up to pull her into him for a hug. It's hot. They're sweaty. But he could give a rats ass for now.

He just had to remind himself that he was in a spot where he was happy despite the shitshow that's been the last few weeks of his life.

"That's my man," she cooes as she kisses his forehead. "Emotions are good but we will not let the bad ones fester."

Closing his eyes, he sighs through his nose, before he just allows himself to enjoy the moment. Enjoy her warmth as the day started to settled.

Yeah.

This is good.

He was… happy.

"Love you," he mutters as he presses his mouth to the crook of her nook.

Wouldn't trade this for anything.

#otp: desertrose #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #mona #oc #saul bright #one shot #its super long btw #didnt mean for that to happen but it just flowed out that way #jfkskcnd

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whosdinkleyhenderson · 2 years

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who's rocky pt2 (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x FemReader)

Warnings: Heartfelt moments and sadness

Songs Begin with; Two strong hearts - John Farnham End with; Head over heels - Tears for fears

Who's Rocky - PART 1

A/n: Here's part 2. I hope you enjoy it. I'm not too sure if I'm going to continue this.

Word count: 3332

"GOD! Why are you upset with me?"

"We'll maybe you drooling over Nancy, who! If you forgot. Broke your heart into a million pieces." you hissed.

"You can't be serious."

"The hell I am serious you jackass."

"Stop calling me a jackass."

"What's wrong, jackass."

"Y/n stop it."

"Jackass!"

"Y/N!"

"JACK. ASS."

"THAT'S IT! Either you two go somewhere and have sex, coz the sexual tension is so freaking intoxicating in here. Or shut up and help us with the Vecna's curse."

You both fell silent at Dustin's shouts.

"Thank you."

"I would have never hurt you like Nancy." You whisper. Eyes trailed across the room to nowhere.

Looking down at you, Steve was surprised. Your eyes were strained to the floor. You looked hurt. Mentally scolding himself, Steve brought a hand under your chin.

"What did you say."

"Nothing."

"Y/n. Baby."

"Go suck Nancy's dick Jackass." You hiss, pulling his hand away and strutting over to Robin.

"Now here's the plan, we're..."

Dustin's words drowned out as Robin sighed. She knew the kid had a big ego, but never like this. Maybe it was his tone. Slumping your shoulders you sighed loudly. Catching the girl's attention, purposely.

Rolling her eyes at the baseball cap-wearing kid. Robin nudged you. "Does this kid ever shut up?"

"You think he's bad now? Trying babysitting him when he was six till this day I still don't know how he managed to explain the whole production of how babies were made to me... I was eleven at the time."

"HE WAS SIX!?" she shouted.

"ROBIN." Dustin hissed.

~1980~

You had been staring at the question for the past twenty minutes.

'What is the purpose of a period?'

Eyebrows scrunched together, pencil tapping against your bottom lip.

"How the hell should I know." You mumbled.

You were supposed to be babysitting your neighbour's annoying kid. What was his name, David? No, Daniel, Nah... Dustin? yeah, Dustin.

That reminded you. Where the hell was he.

The sound of what you assumed was legos, being smashed to the ground filled your ears.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Getting up from your seat you made your way down the hallway and to the right.

"Dustin. What the hell?"

Pulling open the door, you saw the baseball cap-wearing kid on the floor surrounded by, well you had no idea what it was, but it was not legos. More something illegal, all it had was wires sticking out of it.

"Is that a radio?" You asked, confused.

The kid sat in pure silence, the only noise being the ticking of the clock in the dining room. You both locked eyes.

"...No..?"

Of course, you, of all the preteen kids in the street, had to be babysitting Dustin Henderson.

"Okay...? Then what are you doing?" You pressed.

Shooting up from his spot, he kicked the thing under his bed. "Nothing."

"Sure didn't sound like-"

"I said it was nothing." He stated, his little legs taking him to you.

"Come on let me help you with your homework." With that, he took off down the hall. Homework? Six-year-old, helping you with homework?

"YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD! HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT HOMEWORK?" you hollered after him.

And there he was, sitting in the seat you were in writing away.

"No, no." You stalked up to him, peering down. Holy shit.

"How?"

He turned his little head to you and smiled. Before pointing to the diagram in your textbook. Eyes wide you stared at him with disbelief.

After numerous accounts of you, sending him to watch tv and his protests. Dustin had explained to you the whole aspect of the vital concept of sexual intimacy.

"And that is how babies are made."

~Present Day~

You smiled at the thought. Little shit.

And ever since that day you and Dustin, formed a sibling-like relationship. Him bugging you every five minutes. Even attempted to teach you how to play DnD, which just ended with you staring at the kid, especially when you saw him wearing - this even more ridiculous - hat.

"... Eddie the police have you as a potential suspect."

Perking up at this. Your eyes darted straight at 'Rocky' who was sitting down. An idea formulating in your head. Steve saw the clogs in your head-turning the minute your eyes grew wide and head snapped up.

He knew that look all too well.

You did this before you would either snap a snarky or sarcastic remark at someone. He remembered that week, it was the week Billy first moved to Hawkins.

~1985, Senior Year~

You had been seated in the bleachers, 'watching', Steve at practice. Trying to scratch the stain off your white converses had been way more interesting than watching a bunch of 'low self-esteem cocky, dickhea- sorry 'Hawkins' high basketball team practice for this year's tryouts.

Since you forgot to bring your walkman to school today. It was either that or do your homework, which you and your teachers knew was not going to happen. So the yellow stain on your shoe, it was.

Cheers had erupted from the team, someone must have scored. Peering up you saw Steve lying flat on the floor and this mullet-wearing asshole flaunting his shit. Though you were too caught up on how sexy Steve looked, you could just take him -.

"Hey sexy, never seen you before."

Snapping out of your horny trance, you were met with sky blue eyes. Cute, you thought. Looking him up and down, you smirked.

"Well, maybe you would, if your eyes weren't trained on every girl's ass in this school... besides I wouldn't bother with Carol. She is flat as a blackboard." you simply stated picking your nails.

Billy for once in his life looked gobsmacked. He usually was able to make girls blush, not... disinterested. That, however, didn't mean he was going to give up easily.

Chuckling, he took a hold of your hand. Caressing it, before yanking you forward. This guy needed a mint and a shower.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart, not at your fingernails."

Steve watched the interaction between you and Billy. This was not going to end well.

"Oh, I know. It's just that, I don't want to have to look at something that's cliché... or was it provocative, like you."

Billy's eyes widened.

"Hey Billy, come on man. You don't want to waste your time with her." Tommy called.

"Oh, believe me. I wouldn't mind a taste of this one." You watched as his eyes grew with lust, as he did so. Lord, here we go.

"Go on, Billy. Your boyfriend's calling." Snapping his head to you, what was once lust now was replaced with fire.

Sensing something was going to happen, Steve made stealthy movements toward you two.

"Hey, Billy? Man? What's up?"

Steve saw the clogs in your head turn.

"Nothing, man. Just this little bitch." Billy called, beginning to grow frustrated, with you.

And that's when it happened.

"Is that what you call Tommy, huh? Little bitch...? Kinky."

Your attempt to anger the guy was one big failure. You instead intrigued him.

Billy leaned in, stopping right next to your ear. His hot breath touched your cheek. This bitch was panting, heavily. He definitely needed a shower.

"You're such a little tease, L/n." He whispered, pushing off the bench and walking past all the boys.

~Present~

And there it sat. That menacing smirk, the smirk that got any guy on their knees.

"A convicted killer? And here I thought you were the leader of a Satanist group...? Kinky." You stated.

Satanist, Eddie thought.

Everyone's attention was now on you, Lil ol' you.

"Y/n!" Dustin hissed loudly. "Do we need to get you desexed!?"

Steve knew what you were doing, he knew all too well. Yet choose to not fall into your games... At least he thought he wouldn't.

"Dustin, just...just continue."Steve fumbled out clearly annoyed with you.

Peering his gaze away from you, the young boy continued.

"Anyway! In order to prevent anyone from experiencing a trance by Vecna. I'm going to ask that we pair up... wait...one...two...seven... okay maybe one will be a group of three."

"I'm going with Rocky." You stated bluntly. Staring Steve dead in the eyes. Walking over to Eddie, you reached your hand out.

He looked at it, then behind you.

"Would you just take my hand, it's not poisoned."

Hesitantly Eddie grasped your hand. Soft, he thought.

"Woah! Woah. What? No! Y/n, you're coming with me. Whether you like it or not."

"The hell I am. Fuck off. Besides, I want to make a new friend... is that so bad?" Without any protests. Or more like Steve yelling at you to get back here. You and Eddie left.

Sighing Steve kicked the closest thing near him.

"Damn, bitch."

"Well, buddy it looks like you're stuck with me."

"What?" Steve hissed. "Wait, where did Robin go?"

Looking off to the other side of the room, Dustin, laughed nervously. "Well... whilst you and Y/n were bickering she left with Max and Lucas."

This information left Steve fuming.

"JESUS...! No, not again, I'm not being the babysitter again... there is no fucking way. Fuck this where did that bitch... making me jealous."

"Oh my God. Would you stop sulking and c'mon... baby."

"Hey! I'm not a baby." Steve snapped, walking out of the boathouse.

Rolling his eyes the younger boy followed. "Yeah... 'course not."

Meanwhile, there was silence between you and Eddie.

You flickered your flashlight up the tree and sighed.

"You know I could be at home right now...in my PJs... watching; Halloween, Beverly Hills cop...Streets of Fire... Rocky...But no."

Eddie stayed silent. You two had been walking in complete silence since you stormed out of the boathouse. You seemed really upset, at Steve that was. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"What's your favourite song?"

"What?"

"I said, what's your favourite song?" Eddie simply stated gesturing to your walk-man.

Gently touching it, you glanced up. No one not even Steve noticed that you had your walkman on you.

"How'd you -"

"My eyes see a lot of things, Y/n."

Chuckling you shook your head. "You know saying that, makes you sound more like a serial killer."

"Oh does it now?" He cocked his head. His fuzzy hair swiped across his shoulders. Cute.

"Well is Lil miss feisty going to answer my question, or do I have to find out myself?"

Taking subtle steps, he inched closer to you.

"Okay, okay... Hang on...you're gonna laugh at me. Okay?"

Gasping Eddie placed a hand on his chest. "ME? Never."

Taking your walkman out and pulling the headphones off you pressed the play button. The once silent woods were now filled with the rock hit.

"Tears for Fears, huh?"

As quick as the music came it went.

"See I told you."

"Hey, hey. I reckon it's cool... well I mean considering they're no Kiss."

"Yeah, I guess."

You hadn't noticed Eddie close the gap between the both of you, pressing play your music began playing again.

"Don't take my heart, don't break my heart. " He began singing.

He was close, very close. Lips about to touch close. No, you couldn't do this, what about Steve. Before you could do anything, Eddie step back, embracing the song. Wiggling his eyebrows at you, he swayed to the pop music. You giggled watching the punk rock teen dance around you like a manic. At this moment it made you miss Steve. Considering this was your song.

~Snow Ball 1984~

You both had promised Dustin, that you would be his emotional support for the winter dance. He had been going on about this girl, this popular girl, he wanted to ask to go with him. You had been sitting in the back watching all the kids get out of their car all nervous and dressed up. Bored, that was when a particular blue Camaro pulled up and a little redhead came out.

"I'll be back." You called opening Steve's door.

Slamming the door shut Max stuck her finger up at - who you knew damn right was- Billy in the car. Almost missing you.

"Max! Hey Max." Spinning around ready to shout, she caught your figure.

"Y/n. Hey." She smiled.

"Billy giving you a hard time...? You say it and his ass is grass."

The redhead looked up to you, she wasn't too sure what it was, maybe because you were different. And didn't drool over her brother, instead gave him a real hard time. Or maybe it was because you weren't self-efficient as all the other teen girls. Yeah, you wore makeup but it was only mascara and red-tinted lip balm. Not like the other girls. Or maybe it was how you could protect yourself.

"Nah, he's fine."

"Okay, well you have my number. Anytime you need I'll be there."

You sent a wink her way.

"Thanks, Y/n."

"No problem, foxy. Now show 'em what ya got it."

Max rolled her eyes at the nickname, 'foxy'.

Getting back to the car, you notice the empty seat, Dustin must have left. Opening the door you missed the look Steve gave.

"Where'd you disappear to?"

"Oh ya know, fairy godmother duty calls. As it does to you." You stated, earning a scoff from the boy next to you.

"I am no 'fairy godmother'."

You turned to him with a raised brow. "Sure, sweetcheeks, whatever you say. Keep your masculinity intact."

Without another word you two were off, Steve hadn't said anything but turned up the radio. The soft music drowned out the car's engine. Eyes fixated on the glistening trees passing by. They looked so beautiful under the moonlight. Steve had looked over at you. He wasn't sure exactly when he fell, but he knew it was strong, stronger than what it had been for Nancy. He wanted to tell you but wasn't sure when. He knew he had too, it was killing him inside. Turning out off the road and through a dirt one. He had continued down it, noticing from the side of his eye, that you moved to face him.

"Where are we going? You're not going to kill me, are you...? Coz if you are, I just want to you know..."

"I'm not going to kill you L/n, so calm down, okay...? Just trust me."

Keeping a wary eye on him, you nodded your head. About five minutes later, Steve parked the car, near a cliff. The view took your breath away, literally. One because you had a fear of heights. And two, because the view was absolutely stunning. You could see every single glow of the houses in Hawkins.

"Oh wow."

Yet, Steve's eyes were trained on an even more beautiful sight, in front of him. You.

"You like it?"

Looking back at him, you were surprised by his question.

"Like it? Steve I... I love it." A smile spreads across your lips.

"Wait. let me grab something." Quickly making his way to the boot of his car, Steve pulled out his mobile stereo. Watching him you raised a brow.

"Steve, what are you -" The song silence you.

I want to be with you alone,

And talk about the weather.

Tears for Fears was one of your favourite bands. How did he know?

"Dustin...uh... he told me they're your favourite band."

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face

Won't escape my attention

Your smile only grew and he loved that.

"Well milady, may I have the pleasure of sharing a dance with you."

You keep your distance via the system of touch

And gentle persuasion

Grasping the boy's hand, you gave a giggle but was silenced when Steve pulled you in close. Looking up with were met with kind brown eyes. Brown eyes that held so much adoration toward you. Humming along you rested your head on his chest and began swaying to the gentle music.

I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?

Oh, you're wasting my time

You're just, just, just wasting time

"I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?" Steve sang along.

Chuckling at the vibration of his voice against your cheek.

"You know, you may need some singing lessons, kind sir."

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away

"Oh really well in that case. SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I'M HEAD OVER HEELS."

Throw it away, throw it away

You couldn't help but laugh at his horrid attempt to sing. Oblivious singing off-key on purpose, but at that moment you stared at him lovingly. Never had you ever felt this way. You knew right then and there, that Steve Harrington won over your heart. Meeting your eyes, Steve smiled. His heart fluttered at the sight of you.

I made a fire, and watching it burn

Thought of your future

Your hair, in its natural form, long and curly. Fluffy if that. Long lashes coated in the simplest bit of mascara and those rosie red-tinted lips. Those kissable lips. Leaning down, only inches from your lips, Steve paused. His minty breath fanning your hot plumped lips.

With one foot in the past, now just how long will it last?

Now, now, now, have you no ambitions?

My mother and my brothers used to breathing clean air

And dreaming I'm a doctor

You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, gaining confidence. You pushed on your tip toes and adoringly smashed your lips into his. His soft and plump lips.

It's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand

Oh, I feel so

Your heart was beating rapidly, it felt like it was going to burst. But you didn't want it to stop. Not ever this moment was one that was going to be burned into your memory. Your first dance, your first kiss, your first love. The need for air pulled you both away from each other. With your eyes still closed you slowly let your lips slip.

Steve had been the first one to talk.

Something happens and I'm head over heels

I never find out until I'm head over heels

"Wow... that was... uh... that was." He was lost for words, he lifted his hand to his tingling lips. His finger lightly brushed where your lips had just been.

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away

"Yeah." You breathed.

"Y/n."

"Look I know, I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry... I should have asked for your consent... oh my God, I'm a perve, oh God."

"Hey, hey. Y/n." Steve firmly held your shoulders. "You are no perve. Don't ever say that."

And this is my four leaf clover

I'm on the line, one open mind

This is my four-leaf clover

You nodded your head vigorously. Hair falling in front of your eyes. Lifting his hand, Steve brushed the strands away.

"I wanted to do that for a while now?"

In my mind's eye

"Really?"

One little boy, one little man

"Hell yeah, Y/n... I don't know how to tell you this... but you've captured my heart." And with that Steve pulled you back in.

Lips to lips.

Chest to chest.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands around your waist.

Funny how time flies

~Present~

Yes funny how time flies. You smiled at the memory.

"Yo, Y/n." The sound of Eddie's fingers snapping on your face. Scared the shit out of you. Smacking the guy's hand away you glared at him.

"Thought you went all Chrissy on me for a second, there."

"Not getting rid of me that easily, Rocky," you smirked pushing past him.

With that, you two continued your journey. Almost missing the chime of a grandfather clock, echoing in the distance.

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jboofan · 2 years

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim YN part 28

Ahjussi

YN poured out another whiskey, skipping the ice and felt it burn nicely down her throat.

She did her best to distract herself, but when it has been almost an hour and no movement she decided to go investigate.

YN knocked and swung open the door, watching as Yoongi stood nursing a bloody nose.

"For fuck sake Seokjin!" she headed straight for him. "I said don't do something stupid! You can't go beating up people," she shouted at him, grabbing tissues and pushing them at Yoongi.

She knew her brother would have thrown the first punch, because if it was her she probably would have done the same thing.

YN wiped the blood off her hands and tilted Yoongi's head up towards and felt the bridge of his nose. "It's not broken."

Yoongi blinked hard, as she walked into the room speaking, but his ears were muffled due to taking one too many hits.

Jim grabbed his cardigan nonchalantly as though their altercation had never happened.

Yoongi felt her soft hands on his chin tilting it up toward her face. She lowered her gaze to his nose and pinched it all the way down. He did his best not to look down her top as she dipped down in front of him, but he was seeing double now. The sight of blood made most people sick; she didn't even bat an eyelid, and there was plenty of it.

"Why the hell did you follow him into here, hmm?" she mumbled, not that Yoongi could hear it over the ringing in his head.

"YN, you're here!" he gave her a gummy smile, reaching out his gloved hands and squishing her cheeks.

"How hard did you even hit him?" she managed, as Jin laughed at her looking like a puffer fish.

Jin just shrugged, pulling at the velcro with his teeth. YN felt for Yoongi's gloves but realised he had swayed and fallen to the ground in a heap.

"Jesus Seokjinna!"

Jin shook his head, "I didn't hit him that hard, how was I supposed to know you'd make him pass out again."

"Ya! You knocked him around the ring, it's not my fault if he happened to faint just after I walked in!"

Her brother shot her a look. "It is too!" he said loudly.

She moved away from Jin and looked over him, tired.

"Meh, give him a minute I'm sure he'll be okay, but what on earth is he doing here at this hour?"

"Drunk. Spilling the truth. It's too late to send him home anyway, especially in this state."

"What tea?"

"It's not my tea to spill," he explained cryptically.

"Well, I'm not running a hotel here, I had spare rooms but Uncle and Jackson have one each, Ari has her own and you stole my last one."

"I warned you if you came back I would live with you, stop acting like you don't like having your brother around," he argued.

"Fine, but stick him in your room," she waved him off, stepping over Yoongi and to go to bed.

Jin scoffed loudly, stepping over Yoongi too. "No way. You take him."

"He's your band member. You've known him longer," she argued back.

"Yeah, well he was your husband. And is your baby daddy."

"Listen we don't even know if the pabo is even going to do the right thing."

"Look I will be generous and help you take him into the house. And then I need some beauty sleep."

"Fine," she sulked, "help me get his ass upstairs."

YN dragged his heavy body to the landing outside her bedroom, struggling to keep him upright and simultaneously open the door.

Eventually pulling him in, she wanted more than anything to drop his ass to the ground.

"If you so much as fart in my room, you will not see the light of day," she threatened him as he mutely plopped onto the bed.

She owed him no niceties. YN threw his wallet and phone on the dresser, dumping a pair of large PJ's on the bed beside him.

"See ya," she waved him off after grabbing clothes.

"Wait," he called. YN turned around, and watched his eyes grow big, covering his mouth and run to the bathroom, and vomit loudly.

YN dry retched, just the sounds alone had her wanting to gag. She rubbed her eyes, sighing loudly.

"God I hate you," she berated him loudly, leaving her PJ's on the dresser. She padded slowly to the bathroom where he lay in a small figure, clutching his stomach.

"It serves you right," she looked at him in his pathetic state.

"I don't need a fucking lecture right now," he told her. "If you found out your fuck buddy had deleted all hopes of a reconciliation off your phone, you'd be just as drunk too."

She looked at him, her expression stony. "Sobered up all of a sudden?" God why did he make it so hard to be angry at him.

He lay, his head on the cold floor, hair smeared against his sweaty forehead, breathing erratic.

"I'm sorry. I genuinely thought you didn't want us. Want Ari," she corrected, "I should have tried harder."

Begrudgingly YN sat him up and rinsed a hand towel under warm water.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Don't say sorry. I never deserved you the first time. I would never say I didn't want you. I cried every night, and I couldn't talk to anyone cos I knew they all loved you and hated me for making you leave."

He clutched his stomach and crawled back to the toilet and puked again.

Trying hard to not vomit herself, YN helped him up as he sat on the edge of the bath.

"I'm sorry baby," he sniffed and looked down at the floor. She lifted his droopy head, rinsed the towel again and gently cleaned his face. Unable to give a witty comeback and feeling nauseous again Yoongi knew to just shut up.

YN silently peeled off him the now vomit ridden t-shirt off him and chucked it in straight into the waste bin without a second glance. Yoongi sat motionless as she wiped down his neck and chest and gave him a towel to hold.

"Do you need to vomit again?" she asked quietly, emotionless.

Unable to speak, he closed his eyes and shook his head. She placed a clean towel around his shoulders and helped him to the bed.

She shook out the bed clothes, indicating with snappy fingers which he understood. Yoongi raised his arms up, the areas wiped down early now cold with goosebumps as she pulled the T-shirt over his head roughly. She smoothed his hair back for him neatly, giving him a 90's curtain style judging him hard as he tried to look everywhere but at her.

YN was furious at him.

But he looked like a bag of hot garbage left out in the sun, and she told him so.

"You look like shit."

"We can't all look at pretty as you."

He just about dragged himself to the basin in time to vomit, even then most of it was over himself again, as his legs shook. Even she wasn't so heartless, that she would leave him in such a state.

YN sighed loudly, but still helped him stand again and he managed to pull clean pjs on. Embarrassed beyond words he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge the fact, as a grown man he had to be helped into his night clothes, because he had drank himself into oblivion and then allowed himself to be almost beaten to a pulp by her brother.

Now stomach empty of the alcohol, he shook with a cold sweat. YN put some socks on him, and sat him down, rubbing his back.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked.

He nodded, as she gave him a glass of water. Hands shaking he tried to drink it.

"For fuck sake" he growled.

YN swiftly took the glass off him and held his chin as she fed him the water slowly.

"Why are you even helping me after everything I have done to you?" he mumbled.

YN ignored the question, on the grounds she didn't know why, as Yoongi managed to get himself into bed.

"Lay on your side."

She helped him roll over and put another empty waste bin next to his bed.

YN rubbed her head again and sat down on the end of the bed and waited for him to fall asleep. He groaned in pain as he lay there.

"Please don't go. Don't leave me," he held her hand tightly, refusing to let go. "Just stay, till I feel asleep. Please?"

"It's fine, I'm here" she repeated a few times. Sick of during awkwardly in a stool, she eventually have up and sat beside him.

She'd only closed her eyes a moment, the dim room was making her sleepy, as he almost climbed into her lap. Cradling his head YN, as though on autopilot stroked his hair until he fell asleep, much like she did for Ari. Eyes closing she yawned as her own head began to falter.

She'd ordered herself to make sure, when satisfied he wasn't going to puke anymore or choke trying, that she would leave him some more water by the bed, and let herself out.

Yoongi awoke groggy and seriously hungry.

With absolutely no idea where the hell he was.

He rose from the most comfortable bed ever and wondered around the bedroom.

"Did I check into a hotel?" he took in his dishevelled appearance as he tried to remember where he was. His eyes went to the dressing table, his wallet and it's contents seemed correct and his clothes were cleaned and on the nearby stool.

YN wiped the counter as Ari ate her breakfast with her uncles. Conversation naturally lulled as she turned to offer more eggs.

"Any one for any more," she called out, "then I'm gonna sit down." She paused as she felt something move behind her.

Yoongi's eyes locked onto hers.

"Decided to join us?" Jin asked, chewing his toast.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat as he tried to get her to look at him, but she expertly avoided him.

Eventually she looked up at him, "What?"

He kept staring at her and wouldn't stop, and it was starting to annoy her.

When she snapped her fingers in his face, he gave a slow smile, catching her snapping fingers in his, pulling her towards him to kiss them.

"Yah," she snatched her hand back.

He was looked at her, smitten causing YN to mumble expletives under her breath and move away.

Yoongi mumbled something about thanks and sleep and other things, but she couldn't understand what he was saying nor the order of his words.

God, just the sight of him is painful. Why is he here dragging out my pain?

Yoongi looked at her, at Ari at the table and then back to her. He shook his head, grabbed her hands again, removing the whisk and pulling her towards him.

His nerves kicked in again as she stood there staring back. Speechless.

Holding her hands in his he said, "I want you back. Please. I need you. Let me be a father to her."

"Let me explain it to her please. I don't want to startle her," she replied in hushed tones. "But we need to talk. You do not turn up at my house drunk."

"They don't make a medicine for my heartbreak. Wherever I went, I went looking for you. No one helped or told me where you went."

Unsure what to say, and almost choking on her own spit she looked back at him.

"W-what?"

Yoongi dare not repeat it in front of innocent ears. "Can we spend some time alone? I need to tell you the truth."

"Later," she tried her best to cut the conversation off.

He took a seat at the table, Ari's eyes followed him like a hawk until he was sitting opposite her.

"Mama?" she nearly put the spoon down in the empty bowl.

"Yes baby?" YN came over with the last of the scrambled eggs and toast.

"Yoongha uncle having food with us?"

"Um, yes monkey he is," she avoided the looks around the table from Jackson and Jin.

"Who is he?" Ari blurted out, making Uncle Kim chuckle into his coffee.

She gripped her hands in her lap, anxious.

"Remember when you asked where Daddy was, and I said he was in a different country?"

She nodded.

"Well, this is the country he's in. Ari, this is your dad, Yoongi is your father."

No one was expecting to hear what YN said next.

"Are you sure Mama?"

Jin sniggered.

"Pretty sure sweetheart."

Suddenly she didn't have an appetite.

"I don't think that's right mama," the little girl slipped off her chair and walked around to Yoongi.

Ari took a few steps toward Yoongi. He got down on his knees to meet her eye level; she pierced his heart with her steely eyes.

That was the defining moment he became a father. He instantly recognised her as the second thing he has to protect for the rest of his life.

Ari looked to her mother for reassurance, YN nodded and turning Ari stood, analysing him.

"I don't think you're my Dad," she told him matter of fact. "If you were my Dad you would have been with us. Why didn't you stay with us?"

"I-im sorry," he managed. "I promise to do better."

"We don't make promises in this house. Mama says words don't mean anything mister."

Yoongi cleared his throat and looked at YN but she refused to meet his eyes.

"Your mama is right. And I will show you with my actions okay?"

She stared at him, "okay," she agreed, not believing him wholly, "I look forward to seeing that."

She shook his hand quickly before running back.

YN looked apologetically to Yoongi as she ran past her.

"Do you have any other questions for me?" Yoongi asked Ari.

Ari looked at the bowl but nodded.

"You can look at me sweetheart," he walked back around the table, he held his hands, palms up to her and she placed her small doll-like hand in his.

"Go on sweetheart," YN encouraged her. "Ask whatever you want."

Ari looked at him closely. "Why are you in big trouble with Mama?" her American accent came through thick and clear. "She's angry because she isn't eating."

Jin and Jackson laughed.

"I will sit down with your mama and try and explain. Maybe then she won't be so angry okay?"

"Good luck," the little girl patted his shoulder in sympathy. She nodded her head quickly, "Jinny and Jackson samcho are my favourites," she touched his shoulder gently, "you could be my favourite as well."

"Can I?"

"Yep. But you have to earn it.. Ahjussi."

"You can call me daddy."

"No thanks."

"Damn girl. What's it gonna take?"

Ari stared hard, hand out.

"Credit card please."

"Sweetheart," Yoongi looked back at YN, "now where've I heard that before."

YN watched her daughter slowly open up to this stranger that had been placed in their lives.

Please God, don't let this backfire on them she prayed.

"I'm off out to the park with Ari," Jackson excited.

"I'm going to the office," Jin grabbed his jacket.

"I'll join you," Uncle Kim added, leaving the house empty.

Yoongi turned in his seat to face her fully.

"She has some sass, Jin wasn't joking."

"She's confident. That's how I've been raising her."

"I know," he conceded, "but I want to help, with raising her."

"We can figure it out," she acknowledged.

"Can we talk now? It looks like it's just us home now. Go to dinner with me," he ordered.

"What?" she squealed in surprise.

"Go to dinner with me, let's please talk."

"I think you should go home and think about what you want," she hadn't touched her food as she cooly went back to the kitchen.

It was Yoongi's turn for the wide eyes as he immediately ran after her, snapping her around sharply as soon as her hands were free.

"I want you."

The heat of his hand cradling mine makes me a little dizzy.

YN gulped hard.

God why have I missed touching her?

He leaned into her, rubbing his thumb along the side of her waist, as her blouse rode up slightly, walking her into the counter behind her.

"I have to go," YN tried to get out his grip but he pulled her forward, an arm between them as he hugged her hard.

"I'm begging you. I have no pride baby girl. You're mine. Princess. Only mine," he pulled her into him until their lips almost touched.

"I need to go finish getting ready, I need to leave for the office," she pleaded on deaf ears.

"You don't need it, you look amazing," he commented.

"I need to grab lipstick, my lips are dry and I'm outta here. You can see yourself out."

"Here."

He spin her hard, hoping to make her dizzy enough to

"You-you kissed me?"

He snashed his lips to her again, "you said your lips were dry."

"Doesn't mean you kiss me!"

"Raise your voice and I'll do that again," he tightened his grip. "I just need a chance. Baby I fucking love you."

"You just love the idea of it. So did I before. Before this all happened. Things are different now."

"You left me. When you should have stayed."

"Well colour me surprised, it's not like you were that sad since you shacked up with your ex Yoongi."

"She never ever stayed over. I didn't let her."

"That's why she was always out with you? You hold hands with all your friends?"

"Did she keep me from drinking myself to my grave? Yes. Did I use her in public so I could keep people at arms length? Yes. Did I stay with her because I felt sorry for myself. I did."

YN looked the other way in disgust.

"But she wasn't you. A poor man's YN. But she wasn't you. And she went to such lengths to keep you from me."

"She's gonna pay, ain't no mistake about that," YN gritted her teeth. "She ruined Ari's life. And we had an agreement and it finished. Why would I stay and mooch off you?!"

"I would have let you. Hell, who else says to a woman they're about to marry you can have all my money? Damn it YN, I don't give a shit about the money if I ain't got you, who the hell am I gonna spend it on baby?"

"Baby?" she scoffed, "I don't care."

"Baby, I care. Don't say baby who cares, I know you care!"

He dodged a kick to the privates and nimble, jogged after her as she checked herself in the mirror one last time.

"Run all you like Princess, but I'm not going anywhere," he called out as she escaped his clutches and fled.

Yoongi stood watching her leave hurriedly, a small sigh came from behind him, as it tugged his t-shirt.

"Ya Ahjussi!"

Yoongi turned around and faced the little girl.

"Daddy? Or Papa or Dad. Choose one," he told her, "I'm not going anywhere. Here forever Ari. You and mama need to get used to it okay?"

"Fine," Ari folded her arms, "but first let's go toy shopping."

"What happened to the park with Jackson?"

"We should spend time together. Dad."

"You are just like your mother," he mumbled as he let the child lead him out.

"So how did it go with Yoongs.. Has he manned up to his responsibility?" Jin looked at her.

"Yes he has Seokjin. He's manned up," she replied dryly to his question as she reached for her seat belt.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and a side hug. "I'm glad for you," he told her. "And my house is your house."

"You mean my house is your house. Bitch you live rent free and pay no bills!"

"True, but I support you. He can come around whenever. To see Ari, or maybe even see you," he whispered the last bit.

"For Ari, not me" she corrected him. "Ari is in need of him Seokjinna, not me."

Jin looked at her, damn her hearing was good.

"Even the great YN needs someone too."

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yearofglass · 1 year

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Kiss the Carnage: A Stu x Billy fanfic. CHAPTER 3

WARNINGS: one period-typical homophobic slur said twice but without malice, more violence than the past two chapters, some misogynistic language, slight nsfw

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Stu wasn't quite sure exactly how to act.

For the first time in his life he felt completely out of his depth. Sure, this attention he was getting was great and he could mostly ignore the stares and whispers, but the actual ordeal of responding to people's concern and questions was confusing. He was used to attention, he adored it and knew was the shit, but after supposedly going through a "tragedy" should his demeanor change? Should he be shakier? More timid? The very thought of acting that way, that weak made him taste bile on the back of his tongue so he bit the inside of his cheek, letting the soothing rush of blood calm him.

He ignored the bug that scurried out of his ear.

An elbow connected with his ribs and he let out a soundless gasp, gripping at the point of impact. Shooting a glare at a nonchalant looking Billy and his pointy-ass elbow, he grimaced as he straightened up and took notice of the nervous looking girl who had apparently been asking him something.

"Fuck, Billy! The hell was that for?" He spluttered incredulously, rubbing over what would most likely be a bruise on his already battered body. Billy tsked and shrugged before nodding at the aforementioned girl.

"She asked you a question. Not nice to leave a lady waiting."

"Oh," he looked down at the girl. She was a cute thing, he supposed. Brown hair that curled around her chin. Perky tits. Nice. But her eyes were a clear blue. Not even close to the correct color. "What's up?"

"Oh, uh... I, um, just wanted to let you know I'm so sorry about what happened to you. Like, its crazy what happened. If you need anything," she paused, letting her hand rest on Stu's bicep. His eyes trailed down to look at it. "Just look for me. I'm here for you."

She looked at Billy. "Oh. And um, I'm sorry for you too, Billy." With a small, almost flirtatious smile up at Stu and a last squeeze of his muscle, she nodded and left them alone in the courtyard.

"Bitch," Billy muttered, a dark and unsettling expression taking over his face. "What a whore."

Stu glanced over at his friend and shrugged. "She's a chick. Of course she'd be dripping wet over this kinda shit. What, you jealous I'm getting most of the girls 'sympathy'?"

Billy turned away. "Jealous, huh? Yeah, maybe that's it."

Stu titled his head to the side. He couldn't see Billy's face anymore. "Hey, Billy, bro you know I'm just kidding-"

"Drop it," Billy said, tone level. "See you after school." He began trudging off, hands jammed in his pockets. Stu stared helplessly after him, at a loss for words.

The warning bell for the next period rang.

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Stu laid on his back on his four poster bed after school, twiddling a pen between his long fingers. His parents hadn't stayed long enough to see him back from his first day back at school, which he was secretly glad about. Now hopefully Billy would forget about including them in the 'sequel'. It's not like he was close to his parents or anything, what with them being gone a good 90% of time, but he sure as hell didn't have any reason to want to kill them.

He yawned, eyes scrunching closed as he absent-mindedly scratched at his stomach, avoiding the wounds. It was odd, Billy not being with him. They'd been almost constantly together the last few weeks. Stu felt like a part of him was missing.

Not that he'd ever admit some pansy shit like that, though.

He jolted upright into a sitting position as his bedroom door slammed open, doorknob hitting the wall at an extreme speed and judging by the sound of it leaving a pretty fucking big dent. Just as quickly and violently as it flew open it was shut again, and a disgruntled looking Billy stood in front of him.

"The hell?! Look what you just did to my fuckin' wall-"

"Shut the fuck up, Macher," Billy snarled, stalking his way angrily over to the front of the bed, climbing on top of it and kneeling in between Stu's legs just below the knee. "For once in your goddamn life, shut it."

Stu raised an eyebrow at his friend's demeanor, wondering for the thousandth time why Billy seemed so unhappy still even after their triumphant night of slaughter.

"Billy? What's going on?"

"I said," Billy growled, extending his torso and arms up to cage Stu to the bed. "To shut. The fuck. Up."

The tall boy's eyes widened and he gulped audibly as Billy's hard eyes scanned his face, blushing deeply when his friend's hands suddenly grabbed onto his wrists, forcing them up above his head. "You make me so, so fucking mad, you know that, Stu?" He asked, shifting so that his hold on Stu was transfered to one hand gripping both his wrists.

Stu winced at the bruising hold and managed to squeak out a semi-confident "I had an idea."

Billy let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. Stu found himself transfixed at the way his dark tendrils of hair swished around his face. "You did huh?" Stu nodded, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. "I wonder if you even know why. Why today you made me want to slit your throat even more than usual."

He knew he was digging his own grave when he allowed a lopsided grin to form on his face as he stared up at Billy, knew he was literally staring up into the face of death and yet he still said it. "'Cause yer jealous. I'm more popular than you and you hate it."

He only realized how badly he fucked up when Billy's face transformed into something akin to what he had seen the night they slaughtered everyone, but not during the times it was going well. He had seen this particular expression once on Billy's face, the one that distorted his handsome features into something nearly inhuman, and it was only when Sydney had nearly gotten away.

He had prayed he never had to see this look again, because this was not the look of the Billy he thought he knew. This was the look of Billy when he was about to go on a rampage.

Shit.

"Hey, man, look, I'm just fucking around-"

"Is that what you think this is?" Billy spoke in a quiet voice. "You think this is some sort of stupid-ass popularity contest?!" He spat, fully raving now. If Stu wasn't sure his neck would be snapped for the slightest transgression at this specific moment, he'd probably make some dumb comment on Billy looking like a rabid dog.

"N-no!"

In a surge of movement Billy gripped Stu's throat with his free hand, skipping any build up and immediately going to near-windpipe crushing force. "Is it so hard- so hard to believe that this isn't about any of that kinda shit? Because guess what asshole?! It's not about them! It's not about me! It's about you!"

Stu weakly fought against Billy, air rapidly leaving his heaving body as he squirmed from side to side, hands scrabbling desperately against the headboard where they were being held in a last ditch frantic effort to get free.

"Why can't you fucking get it through your thick head?! Why is it so wrong for me to care about you? Huh?! Answer me!" Billy shouted, voice straining, and as Stu looked up at him, vision blurry from tears, he was shocked to see what appeared to be the brunet's own tears streaming down his face.

Billy Loomis was crying.

While Stu was losing more vision from his deprivation of air, he found himself thinking of the last and only time he saw Billy cry. Because of course, even as he slowly but surely suffocated, Billy was always more important.

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1995.

Stu walked into his living room, humming a tune and carelessly tossing his back pack on the ground by the entrance. He fully intended to go straight through the living room and into the kitchen to grab a beer, Casey had been nagging him all day and he needed something to get the bitch off his mind, when a small sniffle caught his attention.

He turned around, looking for the source of the sound and cursing internally when his eyes landed in disbelief on a mop of brown hair huddled on his couch.

"Billy? You okay, dude?" He asked, cautiously making his way over to his friend. He wasn't sure how to deal with this situation.

"...Slept with him." Stu heard him mumble, but could tell that was only the tail end of his sentence. Well. Time to use those lessons he learned about context clues.

"Syd did? She slept with who?"

This was very obviously not the right thing to say he quickly realized, as Billy rocketed off the couch, whirling around to face him, face beet red and eyes ablaze with tears and an anger so intense it stunned Stu into silence.

And even in his friend's imperfect fury, chest heaving as a balled up fist made its way to angrily rub away a trickle of snot, Stu didn't think he'd ever seen a creature so beautiful.

"No! Her whore of a mother fucked my pathetic excuse of a father!" He screamed, a maniacal laugh bubbling out of him as he paced over to the closest wall, leaning his head against it. "Fuck!" He suddenly yelled, swinging his arm back and then crashing his fist into the wall with a sickening crack.

Stu's eyes widened, rushing over to his friend and grabbing his wrists firmly in his hands, turning him around to face him. "Woah, woah, slow down, slow down."

"No! Fuck you, you piece of shit!" He cried, beating his fists over and over again against Stu's chest. "LET ME GO! My mom is threatening to leave over this shit!"

Stu grimaced each time Billy's hands connected against his ribs but simply held him closer and shook his head. "Shh..." He soothed. "I'm here, Billy buddy. We'll figure this out together."

Billy sobbed, a deep, low, and despondent sound, finally collapsing against Stu, head in the crook of his shoulder. Stu let go of his wrists after another moment, wrapping his arms instead around Billy's middle in a gentle embrace.

When Billy came to him a week later, crawling through his window with a Buck 190 and a plan, he didn't even have to think twice before agreeing wholeheartedly.

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1996, present.

Billy lowered his head until his forehead was resting against the taller male's chest. "Why can't you understand...?" His voice cracked, and Stu felt his heart stutter as the hand on his throat pulled away. He gasped in big lung-fulls of air as Billy leaned back to his former position of resting on his knees again, wiping angrily at his eyes.

"It's so fucking hard, Stu. Thinking of caring for you like this makes me want to scream."

Stu opened and closed his mouth several times as he tried to find his voice, until eventually he was able to rasp out a hoarse "...Why?"

Billy looked at him, dropping his arm and letting it hang by his side. "Because everyone that I care about leaves. I don't want you to leave, Stu. I can't handle that kind of pain again."

Stu squinted at him before leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling. "Then you're even dumber than me."

"What?" Billy asked sharply, the vulnerability in his voice from earlier quickly dissipating.

"I said that you've got to be even dumber than I am if you think I could ever even think about leaving you." Stu more or less repeated, sitting up slightly to stare at Billy, who looked a bit shell-shocked all of a sudden.

Billy opened his mouth but Stu quickly cut him off before he could get even the first syllable of whatever he was going to say out. "I don't care what you think, Billy. And I know what you're thinking now, at least I think I do, but I don't care about what anyone else thinks either."

"You mean-?"

"Why the hell d'ya think I hang out with you more than any of my exes combined, even when they were alive? Who do ya think I'm thinking of whenever I fuck some random chick, why do ya think they usually have some combination of brown hair or eyes, or both? Have you noticed that?" He leaned in close to Billy, so his eyelashes were close enough to flutter against the other's, practically cheek to cheek, lip to ear. "And here I was thinking you were the smart one."

Billy shuddered out at breath. "So you do. You're a fag."

"Not a fag," Stu muttered, pulling back and frowning. "I'm only into you."

The shorter brunet's mouth quirked up into a half smile and he leaned forward, following Stu until their faces were less than an inch apart. "Guess that makes two of us, then," Billy said, and as all Stu could focus on was how he could feel Billy's breath leave his lips as he talked and fan over to his own, the two pairs collided in a mess of teeth and tongue, each in a frenzy to claim what was rightfully theirs.

Stu's brain all but short-circuited as he tangled his arms around Billy's neck, pulling them both down on the bed with Billy on top of him, his friend's own hands making their way under his shirt and sliding up his toned stomach, dragging up over his bandages and squeezing at his defined pecs. Stu's moans were quickly reduced to whimpers as Billy sharply tweaked one of his nipples, twisting roughly then tugging lightly on the bud.

Finally, he thought, panting as he rutted his clothed erection up against his friend's own jean clad hard-on desperately.

Finally.

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I WANT TO JUST MAKE IT CLEAR: I am NOT condoning this type of relationship. It is deeply unhealthy. It is toxic. I am a male former victim of domestic abuse and have been in relationships that have messed severely with my mental health, and I would never say this is an acceptable form of relationship. These two are simply far too dysfunctional to have a normal romance, especially with each other (Stu with his idol worship of Billy and generally being an unhinged serial killer/Billy having deep untreated abandonment issues and being a cruel psychotic... well, also unhinged serial killer. You get the idea.) Thank you for reading.

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