#anyways I have warmed up and am ready to go fucking nuts on the next set of 3quelfic illustrations
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I really, really, really wanted a winter vibes doodle, and also I needed to warm up for the next round of fic illustrations. I see this as a win-win scenario.
And then I kept letting the brain talk me into an entire scenario around the doodle. Whoops.
In conclusion, happy holidays, have a human kid!Grogu riding a long-tailed reindeer.
#shirozora draws#shirozora writes#dinluke#skydalorian#clan of three#din djarin#luke skywalker#grogu#the mandalorian#star wars#story: sweater weather#story: parhelion#series: seasons#my personal weather vibes fic series where i listen to the vibes and not common sense#anyways I have warmed up and am ready to go fucking nuts on the next set of 3quelfic illustrations#this is so ridiculous#cannot believe i let my brain talk me into this#anyway happy holidays 2023 what the fuck was this year even
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okay so i’ve never sent a request but i read your stuff and omg it is so good !! can i ask for #24 with pontius or knoxville? i don’t have a preference for the ending or anything. tysm !
A/N: hellooo! so i’ve completed this one for Knoxville and it has an angsty ending but i am working on an alternate fluff ending which’ll be a little short but oh well. i’m also working on writing a second one for Pontius that will have the fluff ending included into it. anyways enjoyyy🫶
NEW GIRL ON SET
Summary: Prompt 24 with Knoxville
Contains: ANGST!, cute Ryan Dunn, jealously, swearing
Today Steveo was supposed to be bringing his best friend on set for the upcoming week to show them around. He’d already sorted it out with Tremaine and everyone was excited to meet them. According to Steveo, they’re just like him, completely fearless and fucking nuts. This meant that this week would either be the best or the absolute worst. You could deal with one Steveo but two? No thanks.
You arrived on set hand in hand with your boyfriend Johnny Knoxville, ready to start filming. It was pretty nice being included into your boyfriends line of work and it was also quite fun too. No major injuries… yet. You’ve only ever had small concussions here and there and whenever you did, Johnny was right there next to you. It’s pretty sweet how much he worries about you.
You both made your way to the canopy tent where Pontius was talking to Dave. “Hey guys, how’ve you been?” you asked smiling, sitting in the empty seat next to Dave. “Hey! We’re good, just talking about Steveo’s friend coming. I hope they’re cool” Dave commented. You nodded your head and soon found yourself engrossed in a conversation while Knoxville occupied himself. Soon enough, steveo came over looked extremely happy
“Hey guys! I want you to meet my best friend Rachel” Steveo announced. Wait what? A girl? I mean, that’s pretty much good news. You’ll have another girl to be able to talk to on set while the others were doing stunts. When you turned to face her, you were stunned for words. She was gorgeous! Her hair was the perfect length and suited her features. Bright eyes which had a glint of happiness behind them. Her smile was beautiful and everything about her seemed to be perfect. This got you slightly nervous. What if Johnny starts to like her?
You shook away those thoughts. There’s no way that your boyfriend would suddenly leave you for a girl he’s only just met. However those thought began creeping back soon as you saw his eyes glance down at her chest when he shook her hand. Soon enough she came up to you with a cheerful smile. “Hey, I’m Rachel as you know. You’re ____, right? Steveos told me a lot about you” she spoke, pulling you into a quick hug. “Yeah, hi. It’s great to meet you finally” you answered, trying to smile back but it probably looked extremely forced. Rachel then made her way and introduced herself to everyone else. Okay, it’s fine. It’s only a week
Little did you know that you were completely wrong. Apparently Tremaine and the guys loved her so much that she soon became a new addition to the Jackass crew and was being thrown into all these different stunts. You noticed how easily she fit in with everyone else and had no issue with speaking her mind, showing clearly how confident she was. This made you feel slightly self conscious. It took you months to warm up to everyone on set when Johnny introduced you. How could she fit in so easily?
You also noticed the behavioural change in your boyfriend too. During the first couple days, he would still arrive on set with you but he stopped holding your hand as much. As well as that, he’d stop hanging around with you in between filming and go off to find Steveo and Rachel. Soon that turned into him no longer coming to set with you and suddenly getting rides with Steveo and Rachel. Of course this made you upset but you thought nothing of it.
As the weeks went on though, he soon stopped talking to you completely. Ignoring your texts and calls and whenever you called his name on set. When you did have a chance to speak with him however, he was always in a bad mood and you would both break out into an argument. You hated it.
Today you decided to turn up with your good friend Ryan Dunn. He was there for you when he took notice of Johnnys abnormal behaviour. Dunn would constantly reassure you about how you had nothing to worry about and how it’s probably just a blip and would soon sort itself out. What Ryan didn’t tell you was how he had doubts about that. He saw the way Knoxville would look at Rachel and it broke his heart to even think about telling you.
When you arrived on set, it was no surprise to see Johnny laughing with Rachel by his side, holding onto her stomach as she rocked back and forth. You took a deep breath and decided to just ignore it for today. You’d soon have a chance to see him since you were lined up for a stunt with him today. As you made your way to the trailer on set, Jeff stopped you
“Hey ____, did Johnny not tell you?” he asked looking confused. You just sighed “He doesn’t even look at me anymore, let alone speak to me”. Tremaine groaned and rubbed his face before looking back at you, looking slightly upset “There’s been a change of plans for the stunt you were going to go today” he began, scratching the back of his neck “you won’t be doing the stunt with Knoxville anymore. Umm, he’s requested that Rachel takes your place…”
You felt like you couldn’t breathe. These are the lengths that he’d go to just to avoid seeing you. His own girlfriend? Tears began welling in your eyes and you just muttered a quick ‘thank you’ to Tremaine before pushing your way into the trailer. You let the tears roll down as soon as you shut the door. Why was he doing this?
Ryan saw you looking really upset before you went into the trailer and began making his way over. Yet he stopped in his tracks when he thought about Knoxville. How could he leave you feeling like this? Dunn quickly turned around and marched his way over to Johnny who was chatting away with Rachel. He grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him.
“The hell is wrong with you!?” Johnny exclaimed, shocked at the actions that his friend just made. Dunn was fucking fuming. He really doesn’t know what’s wrong? “I’ll tell you what’s wrong! Your girlfriend is in that trailer balling her eyes out over you!” Ryan shouted, gesturing over at the trailer you were currently crying in. What pissed Ryan off more was the fact that Johnny showed no remorse or guilt what so ever. He just shrugged his shoulders “She’ll get over it”
Dunn quickly removed himself from the situation and jogged over to the trailer you were in and softly tapped on the door. “Hey ___? It’s me” he called out. Soon, you opened the door and pulled him into a hug. Not too far away was Knoxville watching the scene unfold, seething. Jealously got the best of him and he soon ran over to the both of you and pulled Ryan away. “That’s enough. Now let me talk to my girlfriend” he spoke harshly, pushing his way into the trailer and shutting the door before Dunn could even get a single word out
“What the fuck was that?” he yelled. Seriously? He had some fucking nerve. “Excuse me? Do you mind telling me what the fuck that was with Rachel these past few weeks? Ignoring me completely and swapping us over so she could be the one doing that stunt with you?” you shouted, pacing back and forth. Another argument.
“Really? You’re getting this worked up over a stunt? Grow up!” Johnny yelled back. “It’s not about the stunt!” you screamed “This is about you replacing me with Rachel. Do you have any idea how upset I’ve been these past few weeks? Not having my own boyfriend check up on me or even speak to me? Actively ignoring me?” you explained calmly “What am I supposed to think when I see my boyfriend hanging out with a gorgeous girl over his own girlfriend?” you sighed
“Jesus Christ ___! It’s always about you not being good enough, isn’t it? I mean looking at Rachel, no wonder you’re so insecure” he muttered, looking away and not even thinking twice about what he just said. You froze. How could he say that to you. Knoxville soon clocked what he said when he heard you sob into your hand. His head whipped around to look at you and he felt his heart break in two
“Wait, sweetheart! I didn-“ he began but you cut him off. “No but you did, Knoxville.” you spoke tearfully. It broke Johnnys heart further to hear you call him by his last name. You never did that with him ever. He went to reach his hand out but you quickly darted out of the door, leaving him stunned.
“What the fuck did I just do…”
#jackass#johnny knoxville#bam margera#dave england#ehren mcghehey#jeff tremaine#preston lacy#wee man#chris pontius#jackass imagine#angst#johnny knoxville x reader#johnny knoxville angst
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A/N:
(Y/N) - Your Name
(L/N) - Last Name
(N/N) - Nickname
(H/C) - Hair Color
(D/N) - DEEZ NUTS!! /j Deadname
(E/C) - Eye Color
(H/L) - Hair Length
(Y/A) - Your Age
Ships Included:
- Jack x Davey
- Spot x Race
- Finch x Smalls (Platonic)
- Albert x Elmer
-Katherine x Sarah
- Spot x Reader (Brotherly Platonic)
- Race x Reader (Brotherly Platonic)
Summary:
You have always dreamed of living in the world of your favorite characters, to escape from whatever rotten life you have and make friends with the people you love. One day, fate decides to give you a chance. But when you're not prepared to be rushed into that universe, it becomes a roller coaster of balancing good and bad emotions and events.
Good luck, Reader!
!!TW!!
~ SELF HARM
~ TRANSPHOBIA
~ MAJOR INJURY
~ ABUSE
~ ARGUING
(Y/N) POV:
I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I'm (Y/A) with (E/C) eyes and (H/L) (H/C) hair. At least it used to be (H/L). I cut it all off today. I can tell my mom just found out because of the loud cursing and stomping. "GODDAMMIT, (D/N)!!" she yells. What scares me the most about this situation is the fact that I'm kinda used to this. I hear her coming up the stairs to my room and rush to the door and lock it. As expected, the door handle starts rattling violently, "(D/N) YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SH!T!" She starts banging on the door, stressing the lock.
I sigh. Today was one of the worse days. I slip on my noise-canceling headphones and press play on my musicals playlist, consisting of:
- Waving Through A Window
- On My Own
- A Little Fall Of Rain
- Angel of Music
and of course...
The entire Newsies soundtrack.
By the time I get to 'Seize the Day', it's twilight outside. I lift one of my headphones to check if my mom is gone. I hear nothing. I look out the window and don't see her car. Perfect.
Unplugging my headphones and letting the music play, I walk over to my dresser, open it up, and reach deep in the back. Aha!
I pull out some bandages (A/N: DO NOT ACTUALLY BIND LIKE THIS OK BYE). I take off my shirt and try not to look in my mirror, fearing what sort of feminine body I may see. I start wrapping my chest to the point that it gets a little hard to breathe. This kinda hurts, but my dysphoria is stronger than my need for comfort and, let's be honest, safety.
Slipping my shirt back on, I look into the mirror and smile, satisfied with my flat chest and somewhat choppy short, (H/C) hair. I jump onto my bed and plug my headphones back into my phone which is now playing Santa Fe. Santa Fe honestly makes me think. I'm only, what, (Y/A)? And I still go through all this BS. I need out. Somewhere my mom can't tell me I'm female. Somewhere like...Newsies. I mean, Race is canonically trans, right? Not to mention all of them are definitely fruity. They'd accept me. The fresh, bandaged cuts on my arms are the only things keeping me in reality right now
As the song ends, I realize that I've been crying. God, why am I stuck in this wretched place? The question as well as thoughts of Newsies reverberates in my skull, a sort of white noise until I fall into a much-needed sleep.
"Aye, kid! Watcha doin sleepin on the street?"
"Especially in a place this..."
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Jack POV:
I yawn, rubbing sleep from my eyes as the circulation bell drones on an' on. I let my eyes adjust to the view of the sunrise from my penthouse in the sky.
As I try to get up to get ready, a pair of arms drag me back down. "Jackieeee" a half-awake Davey groans, "come back down, it's freezing up here." "Dave, we gotta get to work. The boys can always count on me being at the gates early, so if you don't get up, I'm leaving you behind." This seems to wake him up a little more, "Alright, alright fine." he shivers as he gets up. I throw him his top shirt and vest and he desperately claws them on to gain warmth. Carefully, we climb down the ladder.
"What'd I tell ya, Dave? Even in the middle of summer, the night's always freezing." Davey rolls his eyes and does a little shiver "I know, Jackie, now c'mere and warm me up" I grin and move in closer, holding his hand, as we start walking to the gates. "Still not warm enough!" Davey said in a singsong-ish voice. I sigh and feign annoyance, leaning in to give a short but sweet peck on the lips. I think he's satisfied now. We're not usually this lovey-dovey, but I think we're both touch starved and subtly begging for a hug.
Davey, being the amazing boyfriend he is, stops by Jacobis to get us some breakfast. "Dave, you really don't hafta-" "I insist, Jack. After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day," he says in an almost snobbish voice. I give him a small smile. That's my smartass Dave.
As we get to the gates, I notice a small figure leaned up against it. By now, the sun has come up some more over Manhattan 'n Dave 'n I don't have to walk as close to warm ourselves up. The figure seems to be sleeping, a newsies cap over their eyes. I think it's a kid. Maybe a new newsie looking for work?
I crouch down in front of him lift his hat, and start tapping his shoulder, "Aye, kid! Watcha doin sleepin on the street?" "Especially in a place this..." Davey notes. The kid seems to wake with a start. He rubs his eyes, and I chuckle a little "Whatsa matter? Ya look like youse seen a ghost." He doesn't seem to find this funny and repeatedly switches from looking at me then Davey with some confusion and shock in his eyes.
"I um-" he stutters over his words, "Aye, aye, kid, calm down, you ain't in trouble or nuttin." He takes a few deep breaths. "Okay... I'm (Y/N). I'm just freaking out because This isn't where I fell asleep, and- and I just- feel like I know you..." "Well, (Y/N) it sounds like you're one of da Newsies now," I say with a grin, "Now, we gots ta give you a nickname, we rarely eva call someone by their real name, 'cept Dave 'n Albert of course," The kid stays silent, clearly still shocked from waking up in a foreign place. "I feel like I know you.." he says, barely discernible. "Maybe ya do, maybe ya don't, Dave here's the only one good with faces." The kid looks up at Davey, who seems deep in thought, "(N/N)" he exclaims, "Ah, sorry, what I meant was your nickname should be (N/N)!" "I like it! But why (N/N) exactly?" I question, "Well, *insert reason why here*" "Well ain't you a clever boy, Dave!" I say, ruffling his hair. Davey shies away, "Jack! Now I have to fix my hair!" he complains, "Sorry, sorry." Davey then leaves to fix his hair in front of a shop window nearby, leaving me and (N/N) alone.
(N/N) seems to want to say something, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he shuts it just as quickly. I try to fill the awkward silence, "So, what's wit' da bandages, kiddo?" He freezes, "Nothing, just a ploy to get people to buy more papes..." he trails off. I have a feelin' he's not tellin' the truth, but I go along with it anyway, "Ha! What an idea, I wonder how I neva thought a' that before." he smiles, seeming satisfied with the praise. Davey returns from the shop window, "Alright! Ready to start the day?" (N/N) nods, and so do I.
Newsies start gathering, some glancing at (N/N) and some anxiously peering through the gates. I look at the headline for today: New Newsie Price! "Aye, Dave, you seein' this shit?" "Language- and yeah... what in the world was runnin' through Pulitzer's head when he thought of this??" I look at (N/N), whose mouth is a thin, pale line but whose (E/C) eyes are glinting with determination. "Heh, kid, what's that look for?" He looks at me, a little startled, but quickly regains that same tough expression, "I have a feeling that this ain't some silly little joke. And I'm worried 'bout the kids that may get hurt in the crossfire." I laugh, "Youse just bein dramatic! Surely, they wouldn't be as dumb as to underpay their own employees." I walk over to Weasel and slap down a penny "100 papes please!" "That's gonna be dime, Kelly."
My heart almost stops, and it takes all my strength not to break down in front of the boys. I fake a laugh, "Surely you're joking." "100 papes costs a dime, take a look at the headline." I hit the money box out of anger, "Then we'll just take our business to Brooklyn." Someone pipes up, "The same thing's happenin' there." "Then we'll go to Rushing!" Specs jogs over, seemingly out of breath, "I'll save ya the walk; it's the same everywhere."
Fuck.
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Y/N POV:
A sharp pain in my chest temporarily distracts me from the situation at hand. Ah. I almost forgot. I still have to bind. This sucks. I feel a pair of eyes on me and turn just in time to see Racetrack Higgins avert his eyes. I give him a confused look and turn back to Jack singing "The World Will Know" I forget all about his weird staring and get back into the determined beat from before.
Soon, the newsies and I make our way to Jacobis for some...water I guess? I do happen to have some extra money in my pocket so I think I can treat all the boys to some seltzer. I sit down on a hard wooden chair in a slouch. The room is buzzing with excited talk of the strike. I give a small, sad smile. These boys have no idea what they're getting themselves into. Crutchie sits next to me serving a wide smile just as Jacobi enters with a tray full of waters, "And here's one for you, and for you, and for you- who's the big spender that ordered everyone seltzer?" shyly, I raise my hand, "That's me, sir." "You know these cost a quarter each, right?" I pull out a handful of quarters with a cheeky smile "and I got more where that came from." The boys go wild, "Where did ya get all that money, kid??" Davey, being the concerned mom, asks "Please tell me you didn't steal that." I shake my head, "I used to live comfortably, but my mom kicked me out for...reasons." my grin falters for a second, but no one seems to notice.
"Well!" Jack stands on a table, "Here's to the strike! And, of course, (N/N)" He gestures towards me with a wink as everyone cheers. As Katherine enters, I start to zone out and stare at a speck of dust on the ground. After all, I know the plot all too well. I perk up, though, as soon as Jack asks who's goin' to Brooklyn. My hand shoots up, "I nominate me and Race!" I exclaim. I look over at Race, who's staring at me, blushing and jaw dropped a little. I grin at him and look back at Jack, who's a little shocked. "A-alright! Me and Dave'll take the Bronx, I guess."
*Timeskip to after the restaurant scene*
I walk down the Manhatten alleys blindly, no clue where I'm going, when I hear someone come up behind me. "Hey, (N/N)! It's me, Race." I smile weakly, "Oh, hey." "I always sell my papes at Sheepshead in Brooklyn, so I know where to go."
It's almost completely silent except for the clicking of our shoes on the paved roads. "So... how'd ya get here as a Newsie, (N/N)?" "Well, Jack 'n Davey found me sleepin' on the street just this mornin'" He laughs, "Wow! So you got used to the Newsie life real quick!" "Yeah, I did.." I let out a small chuckle as well. Race pulls out a cigar and clamps it between his lips and goes to light it but hesitates. "Uh- Wanna cigar?" "Wow, Racetrack Higgins giving me one of his own cigars? I'm flattered!" I joke, "But, yeah, I need smoke." He digs into his pocket and hands me another cigar, "You eva' smoked before?" he stares at me as I put the cigar in between my lips. I grin sheepishly, "No." "Okay, maybe we should stop for a second. Coughing while walking ain't the most fun thing in the woild."
We lean up against a wall as Race lights first his, then my cigar. I inhale and immediately spiral into a coughing fit. Race smacks my back, "You good, (N/N)? I ain't neva' seen a fella cough that hard on the first puff." I roll my tear-filled eyes and continue coughing.
Once my coughing fit subsides, I feel a wave of relaxation. "God I should do this more often." I groan, Race grins, "Yeah, once you get past the whole blowin'-your-brains-out part of smokin', it's real nice. Anyway, shall we continue?" he gestures to the streets ahead. I nod my head and take another puff, "Yeah, it's gettin' kinda late and we do NOT wanna wake up the Spot Conlon." Race nods in agreement and we hurry along. Even though I know Spot is kind of a softie, that doesn't stop me from being intimidated by his prowess.
We reach the Brooklyn lodging just as Race's cigar burned out. Race takes a deep breath and gives three solid knocks on the door. A kid younger than me answers the door, "State ya business" "I'm here to let Conlon know about some very important news." The kid squints his eyes but responds "I'll ask him if he's willing to meet with anyone right now. Who should I tell him is askin'?" "Race. Higgins." He says somewhat awkwardly.
The kid closes the door. Race and I stand quietly waiting for the OK to see Spot. Suddenly the door swings open to reveal Spot. "Ra-" he notices me and coughs, "I mean- Higgins, would you like to step in to discuss the important news?" I almost laugh at the way he went from totally in love to distinguished gentleman. I shoo them away, holding in laughter, "don't worry, I'll wait out here and give you lovebirds some space." (A/N: or should I say sprace) I see them both go tomato red.
I sigh as they head inside. I take a drag from the cigar and start thinking. How did I end up in the newsies universe and act this calm about it? This feels so surreal. But I want to stay here forever. Far away from my sh!tty mom and all my responsibilities.
Lost in my own head, I barely notice as Racetrack storms out of the lodging, clearly pissed. "C'mon (N/N), we're leaving." he grabs my hand and angrily powerwalks to the next street over. Once we're there, he lets go of my hand and sighs harshly, walking slow. "I assume it didn't go well?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "Not. Well." "Wanna talk about it?" he shakes his head and starts walking "No, thanks. I think we's better get to bed before Jack gets worried." he stops. "Do you have a place to sleep?" I look down, "Not really..." "Well!" he grabs my hand again with a big grin, "Looks like youse bunkin' wit' me." I start to protest, but realize it'd get me nowhere with this stubborn SOB, so I let myself get dragged along. Oh, well. I might as well get rest for the strike tomorrow, goodness knows I need it.
As I settle down into the rough sheets, the gentle snoring rocks me to sleep with thoughts of the strike. One thought flashes through my mind before I fall asleep; God help us all.
I wake up to someone poking my face. My eyes flutter open and I almost fall off the bunk at the sight of Race's face right in front of mine. "JESUS CHRIST, RACE, YOU SCARED THE SH!T OUTTA ME!" He backs off, putting his hands up in surrender, "Sorry, sorry, it's just that Jack said you had to be up and out in 10 minutes so we can have an organized strike or whateva'" Race rolls his eyes, "I'm startin' ta think that Davey's rubbin' off on 'im a lil' too much."
I groan, tempted to slide back under the covers, but get up anyway. I slept with my clothes on so I don't have to do anything about that. As I look into an old, rusted mirror and comb my fingers through my now tangled hair, I feel another sharp pain in my chest, accompanied by a dull throbbing. I really should have taken off the bandages while I slept, but now it's too late. I take one last look in the mirror and, ignoring my eyebags, quickly head out the door to join the others. As I get to the gate, everyone's waiting with anticipation, faces grim but hopeful.
Everything happens in a blur. One moment we're striking, and the next we're beaten into a pulp. I manage to soak a Delancey in the eye when suddenly a familiar sharp pain fills my chest and wince, faltering. Morris takes this as an opportunity to knee me in the stomach, forcing me to the ground, where their take turns kicking my chest and body with those damn steel-toed boots of theirs until my clothes are torn and the cuts on my arms reopen. Suddenly, there's a small crack as my body swells up with pain and the taste of metal enters my mouth. I let out a blood-curdling scream as the pain registers in my brain. In my blurred vision, I see the Delancey's walk away, ready to torture their next victim; Crutchie.
I try to get up and reach out, try to scream at them not to hurt him, but all I can do is weakly move my hand in their direction and spit out blood. Suddenly, a small but rough hand reaches out and drags me into an alley. "Dammit, (N/N) what were you thinking?! Fighting in a gawddamn binder, and a makeshift one, no less!" "R-..Race..?" "Not now, (N/N) I have ta get youse to safety foist." I watch as he chews on his nails in thought, "Dammit! The only way back to tha lodge is through the Delancey's again!" He sighs. "Brooklyn it is..." He gingerly picks me up and carries me as fast as possible to Spot's turf.
Setting my feet on the ground and propping me up against him, he bangs on the door. "Spot!" Please! This is serious, I need your help!" I can hear the tears in his voice. Spot flings open the door, obviously very concerned. He's confused for a second, then looks at me and his eyes go wide. "GET THE MED KIT AND A COT OPEN, WESE GOT SOMETHING HORRIBLE THAT'S HAPPENED" he yells behind him. Race, now more calmed down, takes me in his arms again, but seems to refuse to look at Spot, who looks away as well, but more in shame.
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Race POV:
I watch as some of the Brooklyn newsies take (N/N) and lay him on a cot, anger surging through my veins. I take a deep breath "I'll take care of him. You guys don't have to worry about it." As they leave the room, I look down at (N/N) and can't help but feel guilty. Like this is my fault. I only got away with a black eye, but he got all this?
I regain my composure and start by taking (N/N) shirt off. I can already see the bruises starting to form and cringe. I take off his binding bandages and see his chest expand immediately. Poor kid. He must have been hurting in more way that just one. I take the gauze from the wooden box and gently wrap his torso with it. Maneuvering around his arms, I notice something. The bandages on him arms. When he was wearing them before, Jack said it was a marketing ploy, but now I see red bleeding through the white gauze.
I unwrap (N/N)'s arms and gasp. Hundreds of tiny, but deep cuts litter his forearms and wrists. F#ck. He was hurting so much more than I could have ever known. I wrap them with fresh gauze and treat the rest of his wounds, stepping back to admire my handiwork. That's when I start to cry. Full-on tears falling, face in hands crocodile tears. I turn my head with a start to see Spot, standing over me with a hand on my shoulder, looking apologetic "I'm so sorry..." Suddenly this sadness turns to rage. I grab him by the shirt collar and drag him outside to an empty alleyway. "SORRY?? SORRY, MY 4SS! (N/N) AND SO MANY OTHER 'HATTEN NEWSIES ALMOST DIED OUT THERE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T WANT TO JOIN UNTIL YOU KNEW WE WOULDN'T "CAVE" WELL, WE DIDN'T CAVE, AND LOOK WHAT F#CKING HAPPENED! AND DONT YOU SAY SORRY TO ME AND EXPECT ME TO FORGIVE YOU JUST BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, THAT'S FOR CROW TO DECIDE." Spot seemed silent at first, but now I could see his anger building up; "WADDAYA THINK WOULD O' HAPPENED TO MY BOYS, HUH?? I WANTED TO WAIT TO SEE IF WE WOULD BE THE ONLY ONES FIGHTIN IN THIS BATTLE AGAINST PULITZER."
I open my mouth then close it. He has a fair point, but doesn't he trust me and the udda newsies not to bail in their hour of need? I sigh, pinching my nose. "I'm sorry Spot, I just-... I just wish you trusted me a bit more..." I look up at him to see tears in his eyes. "OH, SPOT HONEY, ITS OKAY, I'M NOT MAD, DON'T CRY, DON'T CRY" I shush him, pulling his head into my chest, which isn't tough considering his height.
As he lets go, the adrenaline rush from today dies down. God, I'm so tired. My knees nearly buckle and Spot notices, "Aye, aye! Tony, you doin' okay?" I nod at him, but the bags under my eyes are making them droop, "Race, honey, you need to get some sleep, okay?" I shake my head but soon fall into Spot's arms as my legs give way. "Fine..." I mumble. I can feel him grinning, "Good, we gots an extra bed for youse to sleep in." I sigh, grateful. I can feel Spot picking me up, the rhythm of his boots tapping along the ground, a pause and shift as he opens the lodging door and kicks it closed behind him as I fall asleep.
I wake up in a cold sweat. (N/N). I need to see (N/N). I need to check if he's okay. I climb out of the bed Spot laid me in and let my eyes adjust to the dark before maneuvering around all the other sleeping kids. I make my way as quietly as possible to where (N/N) is resting. I crouch down and take his hand in mine. How could I let this happen? And how did I not notice his suffering? I press the back of his hand to my forehead, closing my eyes. My body is so tired right now, but my mind is too tortured with guilt to let me sleep.
By the time my thoughts finally leave me alone, the sun is rising in the sky. I'm finally drifting when- "Race?" I turn my head to the voice, "Oh, jesus, you look horrible!" Spot exclaims, "did you even get any sleep last night?" I shrug, to be fair, I lost count of the hours. Spot sighs, "Race...go sleep. At least for a few more hours. I can watch (N/N) if that makes you happy," I nod, rubbing my eyes. I stumble back to my bed amongst all the Brooklyn newsies and fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.
My mind dreams of talkin' cigars and bloody bandages. I see Crow propped up against the wall, smokin' a cigar. "(N/N)! (N/N)! Oh my god, I'm so happy that you're okay!" (N/N) doesn't answer, I slowly starts walking towards him, "(N/N)...?" he starts laughing. Softly at first then roaring, and the laughing turns into a heavy coughing fit. As (N/N) coughs, red smoke pours out of his lungs and clouds my vision. I swipe at the air, trying to brush away the fog, "(N/N)?? (N/N), where did you go?!" suddenly, the smoke clears and I see (N/N) bruised, damaged, bleeding body at my feet, I gasp and step back. (N/N) slowly turns to face me, and in a painful, teary, almost sickly whisper asks, "Why did you let this happen?" Tears start spilling down my face, "I- I didn't me-" "You did this to me Race. Race. Race. Race! Race! RACE! RACE!--
Spot POV:
--RACE WAKE UP!" He wakes up with a gasp. He looks around wildly, tears dripping from his chin. I've never seen him like this. He must care for him like a brudda. To be honest, I'm worried as well, not only about (N/N) but now that we know 'Hatten isn't gonna back down and we join the fight, what's gonna happen to the newsies in general? Kids could get hoit. Bad.
"Spot?" Race starts sobbing, clinging to my shirt fabric, "Please...tell me it'll be okay..." I can't. Race, I don't know if it will. I almost start sobbing on the Spot ( A/N: heh...), but I hold my composure and smile at him, "It'll be okay, Tony...we're all gonna be fine" He seems to believe this, at least a little bit. "Now, don't you gotta meet up wit' da udda newsies?" He retracts his head from my chest, eyes wide. In a nasal voice, he goes "AW SHOOT, I 'MOST FORGOT" I watch him with a small smile as he rushes to get dressed like the goof he is. God, I love 'im.
Race POV:
Silence. I got there too early. Fuck. I can't just be alone with my thoughts, but at least I have some extra money to... I don't know? I walk up to the bar, where the owner of Jacobi's is cleaning out glasses. I sigh and sit down, "Got anything to help forget? At least for a little while...?"
"Ain't you a little too young for that, kid?" I give him a look and push my money over the counter to him. He quietly collects it, "So what can I get ya?" I'm silent for a bit "Fireball." I say with some demand in my voice. He disappears behind the counter and comes back with some shot glasses and a Fireball bottle, pouring it out into the glasses as I watch. I notice as he sighs, "Feel betta, kid." Can't promise that.
I pick up a shot glass, watching as the orange liquid spins around in it. I take in a breath of spicy cinnamon before letting the liquid slip down my throat, leaving a trail of a burning sensation. Soon, one turns into another, and another, and another and before I could comprehend it, the room starts to spin and blur. Eventually, the room fills with newsies, mumblin' 'bout how crappy the strike went. I do my very best to fit in and not act drunk, but the time zooms by and I find myself singin' 'bout bein' the king o' new york. At some point in the blurry memory, Katherine suggests getting drunk and I throw my hands up and cheer. More free Fireball! But then she clarifies that it was a metaphor, to which I am very disappointed.
The rest whizzes past me and soon I'm stumblin' my way to Brooklyn. I knock heavily on the lodging door, then lean on it. Unexpectedly, the door opens and I'm left to fall flat on my face at the feet of my boyfriend, Spot Conlon. "Race! Darlin', you okay? Youse fell flat on ya face!" He extends a hand that I receive and pulls me up. I giggle, "Ahhhh, my Spotty! Always carin' 'bout uddas. Pshht! Yeah, I'm fiiiine." I flop my hand down to wave off his concern. He wrinkles his nose, "You reek of cinnamon....and alcohol." He widens his eyes and I let out anudda giggle, "Race! Tell me you didn't jus' get drunk!" he whines, I grin, "Okey, 'you didn't jus' get drunk'" I imitate him in a deep voice and he sighs, "Jesus Christ, Racer.." he grabs my hand pulls me inside, eventually laying me on a bed, face red with a giggling fit. "Goodnight, my liege," I giggle some more, "and you my Prince," he gives a small smile before covering me with a blanket. I fall asleep before it's up over my shoulders.
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I wake up with my head feeling like it's going to explode.
Fuck Life.
I groan and sit up. "Mornin' Sleepin' Beauty" Spot smirks and hands me a cup of water, "Shut the fuck up" I whine and grab the glass, "Ooh feelin' feisty today, huh?" I shoot him a look that could rot a squash with one gaze. He holds up his hands in defense, "Alright, alright, my bad," He shrugs. I sigh and take a sip of water, which turns into me chugging the whole thing. "You betta get ova this hangover fast, hon" I groan, not ready to do anything at all today, "We gots the meetin' wit' Jack."
End my life.
"No, I don't think I will," "fuuuuck did I say that out loud?" I let out a small wail, and Spot chuckles a little, though you can tell there's somethin' on his mind still, "Yeah, ya did sweetheart." I grumble something incomprehensible and look down, red. He smiles, "Get dressed and drink as much water as possible, okay? We can't have you hungover for the big meeting, right?" I nod...which causes my head to hurt. Ow.
I sigh and decide to take my sweet time getting dressed. This sucks. "Spotty!" I call, then cringe after a new wave of pain hits, he pokes his head through the door "Yeah?". "I don't have the energy to deal wit' all dese gawddamn bandages. Help me?" He blushes a bit but agrees to help me bind. All I focus on is not hurting my head again. Spot ties the bandages and stands back to admire his handiwork but quickly notices my cringin'. "Do you want somethin' cold?" he asks gently, I nod as gingerly as possible.
*Timeskip to after the newsies meet n greet bcuz I'm power-finishing this at 12am and my mental health is steadily declining*
My hand shakes as I bring a fresh, unlit cigar to my lips.
Jack. That sellout, that traitor.
A sharp pain knocks me out of my angry thoughts. Ah. I burned myself.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, "Racer.." says a gentle voice, "You okay? that's your 3rd cigar in the past 2 hours or so." I look up to see Finch leaning over me as I sit on the ground, a concerned look on his face, "You're gonna run out all too soon" I give a bitter laugh, "Yeah, I guess I will." Finch can see that there's not much he can do to help me. He gives a weak smile and turns to walk away.
I see Davey run off somewhere. I wonder where they're going? I sigh and turn my head back down to the ground. Who cares? Without a leader, the strike'll just fall apart and Pulitzer'll win. Who was I kidding when I bragged abt being da "King o' New York"? I'm just some nobody kid without a nickel to my name. The bigger guys always win, so what's with me tryin'?
Jack POV:
I can't let any more kids get in this much danger. I visited (N/N) today. I found out about all his... injuries, as well as whatever he was born as. He's been through so much before all this, he doesn't deserve it.
It's my fault for being so ignorant. For not noticing anything was goin' on. My fault for inciting this stupid strike. For getting all these kids hoit. and Crutchie...poor Crutchie, locked up in that godawful place. I know he ain't helpless, 'e's a cheeky little bastard, I'll give him that, but the Refuge breaks down even the biggest of smiles and smothers the brightest of people. I will never forget that hell I went through. I went in a cheeky fightin' kid with a deep, strong flame, and came out with the embers barely glowing. It took years just to spark it up again. I'm terrified as to what'll happen to him.
I lean over the railing of my penthouse, not even noticing as it shakes and squeaks, making way for a young boy a little younger den me. "-Jack! JACK!" "Jesus Christ, yeah??? Oh, it's you, Dave..." I look away shamefully, he's probably here to chew me out and tell me we're done and gone. "What the hell was that?" I wince, I knew it. "Waddya mean 'what the hell was that?'?" "You know what I mean, JACK KELLY." I'm fucked. "YOU BETRAYED US FOR MONEY?!" "I WOULDN'T HAVE FELT PRESSURED TO IF I WADN'T DEALIN' WIT' A FLAKER!" Davey gives a bitter laugh and balls up the front of my shirt in his fist, tugging me towards him. "Ohoho! And if I wasn't your 'best friend' you'd be lookin' at me through one swollen eye!" "Oh, yeah? Well, don't let that stop ya, huh? Gimme your best shot!" something soft roughly pressing against my lips. The only thought at the moment is; 'Well, this is new... and passionate, 'specially from Dave' there's a heavy, awkward silence.
I back away from him, knocking over my drawings in the process. One specific drawing rolls out seemingly by fate. It taps on Davey's shoe and he looks down. His eyes widen a little as he reaches down to get it. "Is this.. the Refuge?" he puts a hand over his mouth, "weren't you stuck here once? Rats, cockroaches everywhere, 6 kids to a bunk? Holy fuc- I mean fudge." If the moment weren't this tense, I might've laughed. "Jack..." I feel a hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to tell me if you're not ready." I shake my head and he drops his arm understandingly. "Either way, we could use this. Heck..." Davey seems deep in thought before his face lights up, "We could make our own newspaper!" I look at him in disbelief, he notices, and speaks again "think about it, Jackie! Kath's a real talented writer! This art could change the perspective of hundreds! We could write to tell all the workin' boys to go on Strike tomorra'! And we could expose Snyder in the process!" Hey, that's not too bad..."But, Dave, how're we gonna print it?" His face falls, "I didn't think about it...we're banned from every printin' press in New York.."
Oh no. Ohhh no. "No. Noooo." I whine, Davey chuckles, amused "what?" "I know a printin' press that no one would ever think of!" Davey grins, "Then what are we waitin' for?" He puts my drawing back into the case, and slings it over his shoulder, getting ready to climb down. Suddenly, a thought strikes me, "Wait-" "Yeah?" "Dave- what are we exactly? Like I know how we act to each other n' everything, but we've never really said out loud what we are..." Davey giggles, "Jackie-" "No! Tell me right now, are we... in love? Boyfriends, I guess?? Or am I just something for your own experimentation?"
He cups my face in his hands, "Jackie..." he kisses my nose, "Of course I love you! And yes! We are in love! Dating! Boyfriends! Whichever way you want to define us!" Soon we're both grinning ear-to-ear and blushing. "Now!" he exclaims, hopping up, clearly on a high from the whole kiss and convo, "Let's get to it!" I laugh and stand up as well, following my over-enthusiastic boyfriend down the ladder. As Davey said; Let's get to it!
(Y/N) POV:
'My head hurts...' I think groggily. I try to open my eyes, but my vision is blurred and wonky. I sit up. Nevermind. Everything hurts. As my vision starts to clear, I see a very tired Spot Conlon sitting in a chair in the corner of whatever room I'm in rubbing sleep from his eyes. He fixates his eyes on me for a second, and I can see the sleepiness and confusion in his eyes turn into shock and joy. "(N/N)! Ohmygod! I'm so glad you'se awake!" I can see him go to wrap me in a bear hug before holdin' himself back after he remembers all my injuries. Wait. My injuries. "Does this mean you know about...?" I vaguely gesture to my arms and Spot nods sadly, "And..." I cringe and gesture to my chest, now only lightly bound with medical tape, but tighter than needed for a typical injury. I smile to myself. That must've been Race. He's like a perfect older brother, not only thinkin' about my physical health, but also my mental well-being.
Spot notices the look on my face and sees me lookin' down at my chest, he chuckles, "Yeah, Race decided on that. He wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible while you heal." I start grinning even harder. Spot spoke up again "Don't forget that even boys born seen as boys don't have perfectly flat chests, so binding as tight as you did wasn't necessary or safe, for that matter." I give him a look, is Spot really trying to be the cis savior right now? He gives me a look right back, "What? I know what I'm talking about." He lifts his shirt up to reveal two scars on his chest. I gasp, "But you're only *insert years/months* younger/older than me! How did you even know that this was an option, as well, how did you do it?" He smirks, pulling his shirt back down, "Thought so. Anyway, I don't really know. I needed them off desperately and randomly thought of it. As for the how, Buttons is AMAZING with scissors and blades. Like, scary amazing." He shivers. I blink. Damn.
He gives a shy grin "Do I really pass that well?" I look at him enviously "Of course! But... how do you look so...masculine?" "Well, I tried my best to copy the behavior of other boys I saw. And the whole working out didn't hurt." I nod, taking a mental note. Behavior, got it. Can't promise sticking to a workout, though. Spot scoots closer, taking my hand in his, "But the most important thing to understand is- behavior, body type, and a powerful reputation doesn't define being a true boy. What does is what's in here-" he taps my head, "-and here." he points to my heart. Spot looks me in my eyes, "You could wear dresses, skirts, use a 'girly' name, hell, even go by she! and you'd still be a boy in my eyes." I feel my eyes water, and Spot opens his arms to me with a sincere look. I fall into his arms and cry tears of joy. Spot and Race are the older brothers I never had, helping me at every fork in the road of my transition.
(A/N: I noticed that a big issue in trans fanfics was that the cis person was always the one to condescendingly teaching the helpless trans kid how to bind properly. I decided to make both of your mentors trans, had them both know what they're talking about, and made sure that you weren't completely useless or clueless, only that you needed guidance seeing as (Y/N) is a trans kid with no former knowledge about his transition. As well, I kinda wanted this fic to be of help to any newcomer trans men. Anyway, on to the last of the story!)
"So how are your ribs feeling?" Spot asks after we both calm down, "A little sore, but pretty much moveable. Is it really this painful to bind? I mean, the past few weeks I had the binding stuff on was my first time." "It shouldn't, I mean, lookit Race. He seems energetic and flexible even when he's binding." I think he sees my insecure face because he speaks again, "What I mean to say is- if you have more experience binding, you'll know how to mix mental and physical comfort. Either way, what fucked up your ribs wasn't the binding, it was the Delancey's. Not saying the way you were binding wasn't bad and wouldn't have caused lasting damage, of course."
I see Spot have a flicker of thought behind his eyes, he pulls out an obviously stolen silver pocket watch with the initials H.A. engraved on it to check the time. "Almost time..." he mutters. I give him a suspicious look, "Almost time for what...?" he looks sheepishly at the ground, "Nnnnnothing." I let out a noise halfway between a snort and a scoff, "Uh huh." "Fine." he sighs, "All the newsies and workin' boys is comin' together today. We'se hopin' ta finish up this strike Once And For All."
"Let me guess, I shouldn't go because I'm still healing." He nods, "Spot!! I need to do my part in this strike! I can't miss the most important day of my life." he gives me a weird look, "You don't even know what the outcome'll be, plus I promised Race that you wouldn't get hurt." "Please, I've been bedridden for WEEKS. And I won't get hurt" I protest stubbornly, he sighs exasperatedly "FINE, but I'm gettin' you right outta there at the foist sign o' danger, okay?" "Okay!" I say, content with the compromise. "We should prolly get you up and used to legs again before the strike--" my stomach rumbles harder than Les when he sees the chocolate croissants in the Pastry Shop window, and that's seriously saying somethin', "--and something to eat, too."
Spot holds my hands as I get out of bed and basically learn to walk again with wobbly legs. You could just paint my back with spots and call me a baby deer. Once I get my legs to work with me, Spot leads me to a tin tub. I give him a 'seriously?' look, "What am I doin', goin' ta church?" he laughs sarcastically, "Ha, ha. (N/N), you haven't cleaned yourself since the last time you were conscious. I also need to refresh your bandages since those haven't been touched since Race changed them in the foist place." "Fiiiine" I growl.
Spot unwraps my arm and chest bandages, but when it comes to me taking off the rest of my clothes, he looks away (not even for my privacy, but just because he is highly repulsed to the idea of naked bodies) I add enough soap suds on top of the water to cover my body so he's comfortable.
He grabs some soap and lathers up my hair with it, soon rinsing it. He also lathers and rinses my face, removing the built-up dirt, grease, and sweat, which accumulated surprisingly quickly for only spending a month, or was it two, here. Spot brings out a small piece of scrap fabric and a bottle of some liquid, then gently grabs my arms. "This might burn a little," he said empathetically. He dampened the cloth with what I am assuming is disinfectant and started pressing it against my healing cuts. I tried to hold in my pain but let out a small hiss when the cloth reached the deeper cuts on the backs of my arms. Spot stopped temporarily, letting my arms adjust to the sting a little, before continuing. Once he's finished, he hands me the soap and leaves the room to let me bathe myself in peace and picks up my dirty clothes and old bandages. "Holler if you need anything!" he yells on his way out.
I create a lather in my hands and stand up so I can actually wash my body. The air is chilly compared to the bathwater, so I do my best to be quick as I let my soap hands travel gingerly over my body. I look down, and for the first time in a long time, I don't feel ashamed. Spot words echo in my mind as I smile softly; 'You could wear dresses, skirts, use a 'girly' name, hell, even go by she! and you'd still be a boy in my eyes.' I guess, for now, I'm confident in my masculinity.
I sit back down, enjoying the warmth, and rinse myself off. I step out of the bath and look at the grey-ish brown-ish water. Ew, was I really that dirty? As the cold air envelops me once more, I realize I don't have a towel. Or clothes. "Spot!" I call out, "Yeah?" I hear a faint voice, "I need a towel and some clothes!" I answer. There's quiet, then a series of rustling sounds that slowly get closer. The door opens a crack and I see a tan, muscular hand slide a pile of clothes and a towel in my direction. I smile gratefully, "Thanks, Spotty!" "Aye! Only Race can call me dat..." "Okay, fine."
I dry my hair as much as possible, before continuing to my body. There's not much actual rubbing rather than patting because of my injuries, so when I get my pants on and slip my button-down onto my shoulders, they get a little damp. "Spot?" I call out again, "Do you think you could help me with my bandages?" "'Course!" He casually picks up the chest bandages and binds it pretty much perfectly- Tight enough to make a difference in my chest size, but loose enough to let my ribs heal. Spot then starts re-bandaging my arms, "Can I ask you a question, Spot?" "Sure, (N/N)" he says nonchalantly, "Why is it you are repulsed by fully naked bodies, but you're perfectly casual and fine about helping me bind my chest when I'm half-naked?" he clears his throat as if he was ready to spin a whole story, "Well, Race used to live with me and we started trusting each other a lot more than when we first met. He trusted me enough to teach him the best way to bind, and he trusted me enough to feel comfy without a top on when around the house, so I'm kinda desensitized. But when it comes to people being naked or bein' overly suggestive, I just..don't like it. At all."
'Asexual,' I think, 'Knew it."
"Anyway, you ready to fight off the bulls and get our rights back, (N/N)?" He stands up and offers a hand to help me up, which I receive. I catch my reflection in the dirty bathwater. I can see crystal clear, that I am dapper, strong, and ready to kick some Delancey ass.
But first, Lunch.
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I arrive at the strike on Spot's shoulders, hyped for the happy ending they all worked so hard for. Spot sets me down gently and scans the crowd for someone. It seems he found them because his face lights up. I see Race run over to us. "(N/N)! Oh my god, I'm so fuckin' glad that you're awake! Especially today of all days!" however, his enthusiasm is soon replaced with concern, "But is ya sure yer okay? You must've woken up just today, so are you feeling good? Yer injuries don't hurt too bad, you're not dizzy, hungry, thirsty?" "Calm down, Tony, I gave him a bath, changed his bandages, gave him food n' water, even a pep talk, so you don't need to worry!" Race takes a few deep breaths, "Okay, okay, yeah I'm fine. But that's great!" He engulfs me in a firm, but gentle hug. I look around the crowd and see some familiar faces, Katherine seems to have brought another girl with her, who I'm assuming is Sarah, Davey's sister. I see Albert and Elmer tightly holding each other's hands. I see Finch and Smalls exchanging jokes as a form of distraction. I look back at Race and Spot, who are being so romantic, it's almost gross. Almost.
The adrenaline still hasn't left me so when people start getting as excited as me, it just hypes me up even more. We look up at the window of Pulitzer's office and see Jack and a few others standing there, waving. I wave back vigorously. Not too long after, Jack, Davey, Pulitzer, and The Governer appear on a balcony, Jack at the front. "Newsies of New York City..." cue the pause for dramatic effect, "WE WON!!" The crowd of newsies roars with joy. I watch as Crutchie limps out and beats Snyder's ass as the abuser is dragged away, I don't understand why so many people see him as an angel, it's obvious that he's a cheeky lil' rat bastard.
Suddenly, it's like everything is in slow motion. I look around once more and see Katherine and Sarah kissing, same with Albert and Elmer, Finch and Smalls are hugging each other tightly. I look back up at the balcony and see Davey and Jack gettin' it ON. I look once again to Spot and Race, who just finished kissing. Spot reaches down and hoists me onto his shoulders to cheer. And as I take in this momentous victory one sense at a time, I realize in a moment of pure bliss-
I finally found my true family.
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Word Count: 8190
(A/N):
This took VERY LONG (approx. one month, I just finished after working from 9 pm to 5 am) I know it was supposed to be a simple one-shot, but since there was no one to help narrow down and shorten the plot for me, I got carried away. I am, however, pleased with the length of it. This may be the longest fic I've ever written. As well, I hope any underlying advice or tips mentioned in the story helped you to understand/realize something.
I would love it if you were to vote, give me some constructive criticism, and/or request something for me to write! Don't forget- I live to write that one fanfic you can never find.
Love y'all!
~ Race
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Genre: Smut 18+
Mingi x Fem reader
Wordcount: 1862
Mechanical heart
You were driving around at night as you usually do with music blasting out of your speakers. The windows were down, and you could feel the slightly cool wind on your skin. While jamming to the music, you got interrupted by the red flashing lamp in front of you. With a sigh you turned the car around and drove back home. You would have to call the mechanic tomorrow, because it was too late now.
The next day it was the first thing you did in the morning. You called the mechanic and said what had happened. Luckily you got an appointment about four hours after you had called. To pass time you showered first and then put on a movie. As the clock neared 3:15pm, you tunred off the movie and went out to your car. The mechanic was located not too far from you, about a thirty-minute drive from your house. You knew you would come early if you drove now, but you hated to be late for anything, so you drove anyway.
As you parked in front of the mechanic workshop, you were met by a younger guy than whoever picked up the phone earlier. He was no stranger to you of course. You stepped out of the car so you could speak properly with him. "Hey, have you seen Mr. Jung?" you asked the guy standing in front of you. "He went home at two, about half-an-hour ago. Why do you ask?" He asked you. "Oh, I thought he was taking a look at my car" you said looking over to your car. "Don't worry, I can do that for you, just let me fix up this car right here first" he said turning around again. "Yeah sure, I arrived early so no worries Mingi" you said walking back over to your own car. He turned around to show you a friendly smile before he started working on the car.
As you waited you watched Mingi work. Because of the warm weather, he opened up the jumpsuit and tied it around his waist. It allowed you to see his arms clearly. His sweaty muscles tensing and releasing as he worked on tightening a nut near the engine. You focused on his hand that held the wrench as he used the back of it to dry off sweat that dripped from his hairline down his forehead. You did not realize you were staring until you felt drool drip from your mouth.
Standing there watching him work, your head started to wander. How would his large hands feel squeezing your thighs, or holding your waist. You had a secret crush on him as well, so it made your thoughts go wilder. You could feel your core starting to pulsate a little as you imagined his fingers pumping in and out of your wet core, and how his thumb would feel working on your clit. You had almost forgotten where you actually were, until you felt two hands on your shoulders shaking you. You did not even hear him talking to you.
"Hey, are you okay?" he said while shaking you. You shook your head a little before you looked up at him. "Oh, yeah... I was just thinking about something" you answered him, feeling a blush creep up on your face. You had just fantasized about this guy right in front of him. What if he cought you? "Are you sure? You looked like you were about fo faint just now" he said still checking on you. "Yeah, yeah I'm sure, thanks Mingi" you answered giving him a little smile. "So what were you thinking about?" He asked moving his hands from your shoulders down your arms. "Uhm.." your mind went blank when you felt his hands, it was better than you had imagined. He smiled at you when he saw your face redden.
"Don't worry, I know it's probably happened more than once cutie" he said winking at you. Your face heated up even more. "How do you know that?" you asked curiously. "Well since I'm friends with your brother and I've been over at your place a few times, I am sure I've cought you staring more than once" Mingi said smirking. "Oh, hehe" you answered while scratching the back of your head. "I can't say I haven't done the same" he said looking into your eyes. He sneaked one of his hands down to your waist. Without second thought he yanked you towards him, making your hands land on his large chest.
You looked into Mingi's eyes, and he looked into yours. Unknowingly the gap between your faces slowly closed, and your lips met with his soft plump ones. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reach him. The two of you closed your eyes during the kiss, eventually making it deeper as your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt the two of you move over to the car Mingi worked on earlier. He had turned you around, and your legs crashed against the hood of the car making you almost fall down onto it. Luckily Mingi held you close to his body, yet he pushed you onto the hood locking you between his strong arms.
Mingi pulled away from the kiss. "Are you ready for this?" he asked as he started to kiss your neck. "Are you sure no one is going to see us?" you asked almost moaning in the process. "Hehe, we are supposed to close in thirty minutes. No one comes in that timespan. Besides.. I would be busy with repairing your car" he answered and then winked at you. This made you blush, and you gave in quickly after that. Mingi put his hands on your thighs, spreading and squeezing them as he put them around his hips while kissing you again. His left hand brushed over your skin, under your skirt towards your core. He cupped your sokaing core almost growling into th kiss. "Damn you are already soaking wet for me y/n"
Mingi started massaging your heat, making your head fall back and your hands squeezed his biceps. "We gotta do something about your hands if you are gonna squeeze like that all the time" Mingi said as he pulled away to find something to tie your hands with. After a minute of searching he came back with some starter cables. "These can work" he said smirking and motioning for you to turn around having your hands behind your back. Mingi proceeded to tie your hands together, pushing you against the car when he finished. You could feel his hard on poke your butt making you bite your lip.
"Now lets get started huh?" Mingi asked before he pulled your panties down your legs, taking them off completely and putting them into his pocket. His hands found your butt massaging it. The stinging feeling of his hand slapping your right cheeck surprised you as a moan escaped your mouth. "You like that huh?" he asked smirking. Before you could answer another smack was heard followed by a stinging feeling. You were so turned on that your juices dripped down your legs, Mingi noticed this. He felt his cock twitch out of excitement.
Unzipping his jumpsuit a little more, he got his hard dick out of the now tight underwear. It was standing proud waiting for something warm and wet around it. You felt Mingi tap your butt with it. As a response you whined as you could not fully see it. He stroked himself a few times, precum dripping from his tip onto your butt. Stroking it between your wet folds he asked you "are you ready babygirl?". You nodded in response, and not even a second after you felt his shaft fill you up to the brim. He was so big compared to your core, and you loved the feeling.
Mingi put his hands on your hips as he moved in and out of you slowly. You loud moans could probably be heard at the other end of the workshop, yet you did not keep quieter. "Fuck you feel absolutely amazing around me y/n" Mingi said into your ear. You could only moan as an answer, but in between that you managed to get out a few words "please... Go... Faster". He heard this and did not hesitate one bit as he sped up his pace. The car started rocking back and forth a little from the force Mingi used to pound into you, hitting that one spot with his long thick shaft.
"You're on the pill right?" Mingi asked grunting. "Ye.. Yes" you answered moaning from the pleasure he gave you. He put his left hand around the start cables that tied your hands together, and dragged your upper body towards him. This allowed Mingi to hit even deeper into you if it was possible. Your moans got louder, and a familiar feeling started forming in your abdomen. "Fuck Mingi... I'm getting close" you managed to get out. Hearing this he pulled out of you, and you whined from the empty feeling.
In a short second after he had turned you around, lifted you onto the hood and pounded back into you. Of course he let you have a glance at his thick shaft first. Knowing you could not even touch him made you go crazy. You wanted to feel how his biceps tensed up as he was punding into you, but you could not. Your head fell back and your moans turned into his name as your high approached slowly. Mingi could feel it too. How your core got a little tighter with every thrust he gave you. "Baby, I'm almost there. Let's cum together". Hearing him say that almost took you over the edge, but you managed to hold it back.
"Mingi please let me cum" you begged him as you struggled to hold on any longer. After a few deep thrusts later Mingi said "okay, now baby. Cum now". You did as he said. You screamed his name, core tightening around him, letting you feel every inch extra well. He filled you up with his seed, not wanting to pull out just yet. "Fuck that was amazing y/n. Better than I had imagined" he said breathing heavily, using the back of his hand to dry off the sweat on his forehead. "I can say the same to you" you answered him exhausted.
Mingi pulled out of you and took off the start cables, finally freeing your hands. You stumbled a little trying to walk forward. "Where did you put my underwear?" you asked looking around for it. "In my pocket, you won't be needing it anyways" he answered and winked at you. You blushed and sat down on a nearby bench. "Now let me quickly fix this car of yours, so we can continue what we've started" Mingi said walking over to your car. It then hit you that he meant he wanted to have a round two, and quicker than lightning you got turned on again. You were going to have a lot of fun with Mingi.
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lavender latte: iii
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hawks | takami keigo x reader
ao3
chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 4
word count: 4.2k
a cheeky drink and some mutual sabotage.
warnings: oh no, they say s*x, fluff, pining, the usual, and a wittle angst on the side, reader smokes cigs bc its a salem trademarked fic thing
enjoy folks ;^) the whole of this piece is gonna be about? ten chapters. so. hold on tight!!!
beta read by @keiqos, heart EYES
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“Let that sit for a second or you’ll burn yourself—”
“Don’t need to tell me twice, angel. I know the drill.” Hawks replied with a wink.
You weren’t ever going to get tired of that.
You really expected Hawks to disappear out of your life. You really, truly expected him to run off for good. How many bigger, better, and more important things did he have to do? Even if you managed to speak to him and regard him like any other customer (or, perhaps acquaintance, and more recently, friend — ), your mind swam with insecurities that only seemed to get worse over time.
You were waiting for the metaphorical thread to snap.
You waited for the day Hawks simply would stop texting you flirty bullshit on a somewhat regular basis.
But, holy fuck, the dude didn’t.
You couldn’t think of why. You weren’t complaining about the attention, but you also were terrified of getting too used to it. Hawks was a part... bird (?) right? He was flighty by nature.
Despite this, Hawks continued to not only text you but also stopped by the shop fairly frequently for his special, quirk-fueled beverage fix. Politely, he’d text you the day before he planned to make an appearance to check and see if you were working, and then show up the next day like it was nothing.
He usually wouldn’t stay for long; the hero was ungodly busy and always on the move. But, he always took the time to flirt and get a full description of his drink before dashing out to save the world once more.
Most days he visited were his ‘hero work’ days. He’d appear in his costume, done up and dashing for a sip and a quick talk before disappearing once more into the skies. Every once in a while, Hawks had an ‘office’ day where he’d be confined to his agency to catch up on his insane backlog of paperwork. On these occasions, Hawks would talk (stall) at the tea shop for as long as possible. You talked and joked with him as long as he would let you. Sure, it put you behind on work, but no one at the shop was going to tell you off for fraternizing with the number two hero (whose repeated presence was drawing more customers anyways). You both reveled in each other's attention, drinking in the other’s slowly softening smiles and quick wit.
On this day, Keigo’s wings were the shittiest they had been in a while. Plucked and almost barren with how much he’d been working lately. Total exhaustion seemed like it was constantly on the horizon, tugging as his eyelids and weighing down his chest each morning.
It was easier to get out of bed when he got to think about seeing you.
Sure, your drinks were a perk. Very much so. He was getting so used to the artisan beverages you crafted that the taste of his normal canned coffee was starting to bother him.
But, what his real thrill in visiting the tea shop was that he got to see you, and that made his heart pound.
He sat across from you, looking down into your newest drink. It swirled between dark and milky, a heady, rich aroma billowing up with the steam it produced. He had requested something ‘surprising, new, and horribly caffeinated’ as deep fatigue was the worst villain he’d likely see that day. You had just nodded, cheekily starting to prepare his drink with a bounce in your step, pupils going wide.
“I feel like you’re gonna start running out of ideas one of these days,” Keigo laughed, adjusting himself on his stool, gloves and jacket removed. He almost looked like a normal patron.
You grinned to yourself, idly cleaning around you as you often did, “I dunno, I’ve got a lot.”
Hawks raised an eyebrow, “Tell me about them.”
“Nope, top-secret,” You shook your head, digging into your apron to flash him the small notepad you carried on you.
Scrawled in nasty handwriting, you carried your many ‘feeling’ ideas around with you. Different concepts and abstractions all scribbled down, a nice long list to look back on whenever Hawks would make his appearances and his own vague requests. Your backlog of ideas made it easy to find something more than suitable to make for him.
When Hawks saw your notepad his eyes widened, tilting his head and a devious smirk coming to his lips.
Your expression fell, and you stuffed the papers back into your pocket, hiding your hot face by idly cleaning some more.
You left yourself very open for teasing, it seemed.
(Not that you or Keigo minded.)
“You keep a little list of all of your ideas! I’m beyond flattered,” Hawks ran a hand through his hair, flashing a cocky smile for you.
“I have to stay prepared, can’t be disappointing my celebrity sugar daddy,” You winked as Hawks’s eyes went wide, half-hearing a choke get caught in his throat. (You loved it when you were able to get him visibly flustered. What a treat.) You nodded down to the drink, “Should be good to try now.”
Keigo really liked spending time with you. He knew it was always fleeting and short and consistently he wanted to find reasons to stay with you at the tea shop counter for longer and longer. Your quips and chides continued to get quicker and more clever and he was having an increasingly difficult time keeping his cool around you. Most of the time he smoothed himself easily, not showing a trace other than that which he neurologically couldn’t control.
But sometimes, you were bold enough and ballsy enough to get him to gag on his literal words and he was positive that you were the only person to ever have him break composure in such a way.
He covered his weakened poise by sipping the new drink, mindfully letting the taste wash over his tongue.
Increasingly, you’d been changing up the so-called ‘vibe’ of your beverages. It seemed like each time Keigo dropped in, you had something new and vibrant to show him.
This drink was particularly different.
The taste was rich, dark, and smooth, rolling into the back of his throat and down his spine. It coated his insides with a warm, low heat. Peeking through were sweet, light accents, warm but almost... teasing?
His dick twitched.
Hawks’s mouth dropped open, any and all professional veneers dropped as you just beamed so fucking smugly at him.
“What do you think?” You leaned a bit forward, bouncing on your toes with excitement.
“Is... Is this supposed to taste like sex?” Hawks asked, taking another mouthful to confirm. Based on the way his eyes briefly shut and some of the tension rolled from his shoulders, he thoroughly confirmed it.
“Technically, it’s crafted based on like... a late-night rendezvous. I left it fairly up to interpretation beyond that. The rest is on you.” You shrugged, still bouncing as Hawks took another chug.
“What the fuck, (Y/N),” Pleasant shock colored his features, but clear amusement stretched across his lips as he continued to drink.
“You wanted something surprising and horribly caffeinated. That’s a dark chocolate mocha with two extra shots, our in-house raspberry and rhubarb syrup, a bit of white chocolate syrup, and a few of my add-ins as well. It’s pretty different from what I’ve made you before,” You blinked at him, stomach twisting as his expression remained unguarded. “I... I probably should’ve asked before giving you a drink that definitely could’ve been taken as sex. That’s my bad. I can remake you something else if you’d like?”
Keigo shook himself from his stupor, shaking his head and quickly regaining his composure. He took another sip to emphasize his words, “No, nope. It’s okay. Definitely okay. The drink is really good. I’m just now wondering something.”
“And, what’s that?” You asked, reaching behind the counter to grab your own iced beverage.
“Can your quirk be used to manifest bad feelings and concepts, just like good ones?” Keigo asked. Normally, he’d add more nuance, but he was getting impatient and sloppy around you. He’d have to keep that in check.
Especially with the way your shoulders drew up and tensed. You turned a bit away from him, any and all potential for eye contact torn away.
He hit a nerve.
“The type of abstract feeling doesn’t matter, I can emulate it,” You replied, pulling at your nails. Keigo had long picked up that it was one of your habits when your anxiety spiked.
He dropped it, but didn’t forget. There were public files on quirks. Maybe he’d look into it. Maybe. It felt a bit invasive, but considering plenty of that data was freely accessible, it hardly was an invasion of privacy, right?
(Except for the fact that it obviously made you very uncomfortable to discuss the more unsavory potentials of your quirk.)
(He just wouldn’t tell you.)
Keigo switched topics, easily rolling away from the topic, “Any particular... event that inspired this one?”
You pressed your hands into the counter, leaning over it to glare at him, “Are you referring to something with that comment, Hawks?”
He shuddered when you said his name, but you don’t notice.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” Keigo shrugged easily, going for another sip.
The drink was inspired by the several day cinematic, wine-bender you went on a week or two prior. An entire weekend with just you, your cats, three entire bottles of wine, and a backlog of movies to catch up on. You tried to consume lots of different types of media, but what had been catching your eye lately had been anything with gushy romance for fairly obvious reasons.
(There was an embarrassing amount of ideas for drinks that were a bit too romantic to properly indulge with your quirk. You’d never tested the limits of how certain feelings could manifest, and you weren’t quite ready to face the reality where you could make people nut from caffeinated milk.)
“It is good though, the drink,” Hawks smacked his lips together as if it would make his coming analysis more credible. “It definitely does taste like sex, but more so complicated. Darker.”
“Deeper.” You smiled. “Your palette is getting more refined. I’m proud.”
“Are you saying it was bad to begin with?” Hawks pouted, flashing you falsely weepy eyes and a puffed out lip.
You rolled your eyes, “Yes, you yourself have admitted this. You drink canned coffee still, so I can’t even call your taste good.”
Hawks gasped, putting a hand to his chest, “I’m hurt, truly wounded.”
“I’m sure you are, tailfeathers.”
“I really thought I had reliably moved up to ‘birdboy’, angel.”
You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand, “Just goes to show how quickly the tables turn, tailfeathers.”
Hawks’s pager suddenly chimed, a familiar sign. He took a quick look at it and sighed, moving to re-robe. You were surprised by the speed at which he did so, and the way he became tense so quickly.
It made you realize that he was always tense.
(Unless he was talking to you.)
“I thought today was an office day?” You asked, a bit of a disappointment clouding your voice.
Hawks just gave a small smile, fully plastering back on his heroic facade, “Duty calls. Lots happening lately.”
He flicked his visor back over his eyes, slid you your normalized wad of cash, and whisked himself out the door, immediately taking to the skies from the streets.
He’s in a bit of a hurry.
He... didn’t even say goodbye.
Wonder what’s happening?
Truthfully, Keigo was a bit startled by the notice on his pager. The whole reason he’d started patrolling the particular neighborhood the tea shop was in was because there was word of a villain syndicate working nearby. It hardly seemed right for the neighborhood, but Keigo knew that villains hid anywhere. Whatever they were planning was still relatively shrouded, but it was clear that it needed to be treated delicately. That particular neighborhood was rife with pedestrians, businesses, and homes and any sort of villainous activity had the possibility of reaping a heavy amount of collateral damage. Keigo and the Commission had been on their guards about it, but things had been steadily becoming more intense over the past few weeks.
Plopping himself on a rooftop, Keigo took up residence to stake out his newest lead, watching figures and silhouettes in a nearby office building.
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Funnily enough, the rest of your week went horribly. Just downright shitty. You figured at some point, things would let up, brighten, but they didn’t. Each day brought some new, personal calamity.
The first was a trip to the emergency vet with one of your cats after she swallowed a hair tie. An expensive vet bill later, she was perfectly healthy, but you remained wracked with anxiety.
Another day, the owner of the tea shop paid a visit to chew you out for your newest tea blends not fulfilling his picky seasonal requests. You were relieved it had nothing to do with how Hawks monopolized your time. Still, getting yelled at easily within earshot of both coworkers and customers made your insides twists.
The final small disaster was when a particularly asshole-ish customer chucked a hot drink all over you and your cute white sweater. One of the younger openers had been dealing with a difficult patron and an incorrect order, nothing out of the ordinary. When you tried to step in and de-escalate the situation, the man ripped the lid from his cup and splashed you with the burning liquid. You held back any sounds of pain even as your skin stung like hell when you offered to remake his drink.
One of your managers luckily allowed you to go home early. Thank god.
By the end of your shitty week, you fell into your apartment and just cried. White sweater stained and day feeling fairly ruined, you let yourself have a good, solid sobbing session to just release how terrible things had been.
It would pass, you knew. But it sucked at the moment.
It also didn’t help that Hawks had been particularly absent after running out the last time he came around. He’d still managed to shoot you a funny text or two, but mostly, it was silence from him. You rationalized it by reminding yourself of how quickly he flew off at the end of his last visit, hero business forever more pertinent than you and the shop.
You reminded yourself to keep yourself grounded in Hawks obvious impermanence, even if you were starting to get used to (and really like) having the hero around.
You decided that your Friday evening would be good. You treated yourself to a hot shower, noting with a hiss the pink scalded skin that covered your chest from your collar bones to just below your breasts. You threw on a facemask and uncorked a bottle of wine you had been saving for a rainy day.
You clicked on one of your favorite shows, an older cartoon that brought you consistent comfort in times like those. Curled up with a knit throw blanket and your healthy cats, it did help soothe the burns, mental and physical.
That is until you got a bit too drunk on red wine and it turned into sad drunk.
So, you made your way to the roof.
You weren’t fucked up beyond belief, despite the fact that you were towing an open bottle of red in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the left. The cold would sober you up, along with the nicotine. You hoped it would force you out of your head.
Upon throwing open the door to your apartment complex’s rooftop, you were made very aware of its wintertime disuse. The gardens that grew during the summer were snowcovered. The chairs and tables for lounging were in a similar state. You didn’t mind.
The view was still nice.
You set down your bottle and zipped up your coat. Quickly, you brushed off the flurries from a rickety lawn chair and plopped yourself down. You threw on some music from your phone, playing some sweet, old songs that made your chest ache when you needed it to.
The city stretched in front of you, beyond the rooftop. You didn’t live in a particularly wealthy district, but there was no shortage of dazzling neon and bright street lights dotting the ground below. You watched how the rest of the city stretched far beyond your little pocket, still gleaming with multi-hued lighting and dazzling in the wash of the crescent moon.
You took a swig, fishing for your self-dubbed ‘sad cigarettes’ and lit up. With your exhale, you watched as smoke lazily swirled away, carried by the soft winter wind. If you were any less drunk, you’d be freezing.
A shadow, winged, fell across the snow.
“You know, I get nervous when I see pretty girls on rooftops with bottles in their hands,” You jumped at the voice, whipping your head to the source.
Hawks stood, scarlet wings fanned outwards, on the lip of the rooftop.
Your eyes widened.
You took another sip.
He gave an affectionate laugh, jumping down into the area where you were seated.
Keigo had just been out on his normal, nightly patrol. The leak had been correct and he’d been stealthily tracking the villains while completing the rest of his hero duties. He was able to laugh off his exhaustion, but it was starting to eat him. Several cans of coffee a day was hardly doing it for him. He hid his sleepiness and aches well, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t difficult. All the same, his typical roles had to be fulfilled.
He was surprised to see you, all alone on a rooftop with a lit cigarette between your fingers. Keigo let himself be surprised before noting that ‘ yes, you definitely probably live in this apartment building and you’re just outside to smoke’, but the sudden jolt of panic he felt was crushingly unbearable.
Mostly because it was personally protective and not heroically instinctual and he couldn’t start acknowledging that aspect of his feelings for you. Not yet.
Keigo walked towards you, asking, watching you blink blearily at him “You doing alright?”
Eyes downcast, you shrugged, “We all feel shitty sometimes. Just depends on how you cope, ‘ya know?”
“And how do you cope, (Y/N)?” Keigo asked, pausing before brushing off a chair. “Mind if I join you for a bit? I could use a second to rest my wings.”
You nodded, almost offering him the bottle, but quickly pulling it back to your chest before taking another inhale. Offering a pro hero alcohol while he was pretty obviously working seemed like a bad move, even in your tipsy state.
“Most of the time, I watch nice stuff and distract myself, like most people, ya’ know?” You exhaled as you smoked, relishing the nicotine buzz. “Sometimes, though, I just feel extra shitty and need to extra cope.”
Hawks hummed in agreement, sitting back in the chair. His wings were folded up and over its back, the longest feathers trailing in the small snowdrift behind him.
“Do you get cold, being in the sky all the time?” You asked, eyes going cloudy as you stared up at the lights of the city and higher into the sky.
“Most of the time,” Hawks chuckled, throwing his arms behind his head, “I’ve told you this, angel. It was one of our first conversations.”
Your eyes widened at the realization, mouth open with a hearty laugh.
It made Keigo’s eyes water a little. He blamed it on the wind.
“I’m silly, I can’t believe I forgot,” You nestled back into your chair, tracing the lines between constellations. “It’s the whole reason you came to the teashop in the first place.”
Your voice resonated, focus foggy. Somewhere else, old memories played in your mind, recounting your first few meetings with Hawks.
A warm, small smile stretched across your face as you traced the stars.
Keigo watched, enraptured. You were cute, especially like this. All bundled up in your winter coat, half-zipped. There was a lot less stress in your shoulders than he normally saw at the shop, especially as your thoughts were so far away.
He wanted nothing more than to commit the contours and shadows of your face in the white moonlight to memory, never forgotten in the blissful cold.
You interrupted his thoughts so beautifully.
“Thanks for talking to me.” You took a sip from your bottle just after speaking, half-drowning your words, but Keigo caught each one. “I appreciate you.”
“P-pardon?” Keigo couldn’t tell if you caught his stutter, but even if you did, you didn’t show it. The comment felt like a jab to his jaw, half-knocking the wind of him and turning him into a filthy masochist. He’d take any whiplash if it meant you saying such kindnesses to him.
How could you just say shit like that?
What exactly did you mean by that?
Why did your attention make his legs tremble?
You turned your attention from the night sky to Hawks, something like uncertainty bubbling in your chest, “I appreciate you, ya’ know? Coming by the tea shop still, teasing each other and shit, you humoring me—”
Hawks interrupted you, feathers tensing at his back.
“I’m not humoring you.” Hawks deadpanned, staring at you oddly seriously. The yolks of his eyes seemed even more intense in the neon and night light.
“You’re... not?”
There was utter disbelief in your voice, accented by the way your jaw was half-opened.
Hawks shook his head, standing in emphasis, feathers fluttering as he did, “ No, angel. Not at all. I visit because...”
I like you.
“Because I like your drinks.”
Because you make me feel good in a way I’ve never felt.
“You’re fun to talk to, too. Added perk.”
Because I want to hear your voice when I breathe and when I die.
“I enjoy it, you know? You're fun.”
Some feeling in your chest, something full of hope, crushed itself and compacted to the point of pain. You sniffled at his admission, blaming it on the cold. In a fucked up, sad way, part of you was so relieved.
He likes the shop. He likes your drinks.
He’s around because he wants to be.
But not because you’re special to him.
His words reminded you of your insignificance in Hawks’s life. No matter how much you craved his attention and words, and more recently found yourself staring at the plumpness of his lips and the curve of his cupids bow and daydreaming about how much you wanted to lean over the tea shop's counter and kiss the constant, teasing smile off his face—
But.
You don’t matter that much to him.
Sure, he likes you, but he’ll never feel the same way about you.
You made the decision then to make the most out of Hawk’s affections and sweet words. You’d take what you could get, even if it was fleeting and probably eventually heartbreaking. It seemed smart, to refuse to get your hopes up for someone so unattainable.
You let out a shaking sigh, “Thank you, Hawks. I appreciate you coming around. You really light up my day.”
Keigo saw the fall of your face and bottled himself up. Shoved down everything. Fuck his feeling, fuck how he felt about you, this was all fucking terrifying. It was getting to be too much and he had to try and control himself.
Just like he’d been taught so well.
He was just so happy to be around you. He could squash his feelings, even if they were fairly obviously somewhat mutual. God knows that he didn’t know how to handle anything like that.
On the gods, his pager beeped.
“Duty calls?” You said, standing up yourself and brushing off the stray snowflakes.
“Seems so.” Hawks sighed, nodding, “Thanks for letting me rest here. It was good to see you, (Y/N). I’ll see you soon, okay?”
You waved goodbye as Hawks disappeared as quickly as he came, launching himself from the roof with the heavy sound of wing beats.
Soaring away, Keigo risked a final look at you. He swore he saw tears in your eyes.
He forcibly repressed his feelings, reminding himself that your company, words, and quirk-made beverages were more than enough. The flutter in his chest when he thought of you wouldn’t rest, but he could learn to ignore it.
On the roof of your apartment, you felt fatigue in your bones and wetness on your cheeks. You ignored both in favor of smoking another cigarette, soft, melancholy music being your only constant, reliable companion.
You reminded yourself that he, Hawks, was a temporary fixture, more flighty than most and liked you just enough and for surface-level reasons. You could take that. You’d do anything to be around him more, even if it never amounted to anything.
You, just as Keigo did, pressed down any larger feelings.
(The thing about feelings, though, that neither of you was very good at remembering, was that they don’t go away. Sure, you can let them go, but that takes time or a practiced mind!)
(When you take feelings, big, aching, soaking feelings and shove them down into the deepest parts of you, they just tend to make you bleed. The ‘hidden’ feelings color your blood as it spills, even if you don’t notice when it falls and its change in hue.)
(One can only hope that both Keigo and you listened instead of lied.)
Both of your hearts ached, and neither of you fully understood why.
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My thoughts on Episode 3--Hunted.
Most of you lovelies already realize this, but my thoughts tend to zig and zag quite a bit, lol. So. To save some of you the headache and spare you from seeing spoilers you’d rather not see yet, I’m again placing them behind a cut.
First things first. I have totally turned into Yvette Nicole Brown with her TWD notebooks, lol, and I’m not even sorry. I just felt like it would be fun to go back when the final episode is in the books and see how well my thoughts from these early episodes line up with what I’m feeling when we say our (not-so) final goodbyes.
But that’s enough about that. Let’s get to this thing.
It really is insane how very much I love Melissa McBride. Just hearing her doing the previously on TWD recap voiceover makes me ridiculously happy.
Cole! Dude! We hardly knew ya.
Not gonna lie. That first shot of Maggie in all the chaos reminded of a shirt I’ve seen. It says--”Well, well, well. If it isn’t the consequences of my actions.”
I have to hand it to Angela and the rest of her team. These opening scenes--on all 3 episodes--have been BOMB so far. They really hook you in right away. At least IMHO.
I realize I’m behind the game on this little tidbit, but how much do I adore the fact that Dog is now in the opening credits?
Okay. Alexandria might look like it’s been on some kind of post-apocalyptic bender but all our girls are looking beautiful as ever. Maybe it’s Maybelline, lol.
I love to see Kelly and Carol still gravitating toward each other. It really speaks to each woman’s heart. Carol wants to make amends so badly and Kelly just has the most lovely, warm, forgiving heart.
Carol’s point about Alexandria still needing the horses to help with the heavy lifting and pointing out the walls and rebuilding won’t matter quite as much if they’re limited by their hunger and what they can physically lift on their own isn’t wrong. But I’m sure the same viewers that were okay with Daryl and Co. going out on Maggie’s suicide mission (using the same reasoning) and saying it made sense for the bigger picture will pretend not to recognize that the same element is there in Carol’s desire to go out there and look for the horses. You know. Because it was Carol’s idea and not that of their fave(s).
Aaron, Man. Or maybe I should say Angela. You just had to put a pit of dread in my belly mentioning Buttons like that. RIP, Buttons. You deserved better. I’m still traumatized.
Look at all the babies bonding. Look at RJ getting to sit at the big kid table.
“My mom always comes back.” She damn well better. Those babies need her. Until she does, though, Uncle Daryl and Aunt Carol (and Aunt Rosita and everybody else) are going to be there.
Anyway. Poor RJ. He barely ever gets any lines, lol.
Hershel and Judith are obviously the mini-adults in this group and baby Rhee is already more cynical and jaded than his sweet daddy was until they reached Alexandria and the wheels started to come off.
So. Does Maggie just think everybody’s already dead here or what? Hmm.
You know. Any building can be creepy AF when the lights are off and it’s dark, lol. Any building.
So much darkness so far this season. I’m going to have to invest in some blackout curtains. I just know it.
Where are all those stairs leading? Why am I thinking of Hitchcock? Am I mixing up my scary, suspenseful movies? Probably.
Of fucking course, Maggie dropped her flashlight. Thank goodness she had that lighter at the ready just before Ghost Face Reaper took a swipe at her.
Is that Father G with a screwdriver impaled in his thigh? Listen. These people deserve a Mega Bottle of pain killers and a week just vegging out in a soft, luxurious bed.
All these horror movie tropes. Some of them are cheesy, yes. But I’m totally here for it.
LMAO. That’s it, Maggie. A good old punch in the nuts works every time.
Alden really is having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Negan is still Negan. Self-serving and looking out for number one. But I believe the man really does feel the group is his group too. He’s like that long lost, sketchy uncle nobody wants to acknowledge much less invite to the dinner table, but that bond? However thin? Is there.
I am both hating that Maggie is being forced to work with the man that murdered her husband (my baby Glenn) and finding it fascinating the lengths she’s willing to go to survive. This your plan, Angela?
Rosita and Carol! How sad is it that the last really significant scene I can remember the two of these women sharing was way back? Before Rick and Co. attacked Negan’s outpost and Maggie and Carol were subsequently taken? If only the show had done more of these kind of scenes.
How much do I love all the girls working together? Gimps would never. They’d all be stuck back at Alexandria minding the kids and the community.
Shallow aside--Rosita is so pretty in this scene.
Rosita being worried about Carol honestly makes my heart hurt, because it’s about damn time more of them actually did. Her saying Abraham is trying to tell her something in her dreams is interesting. Angela sure loves her dreams, doesn’t she?
Where are Daryl’s dreams, hmm? No. Seriously. I guess they want to give some viewers plausible deniability until the bitter end.
“Really? We’re just gonna go toward the screaming? Cool.” Hahaha. You know. Even the smart people in horror movies sometimes bite it, Negan. Just saying. Maggie really does need to “stop running up the staircase” when she could just run out the front door though, lol.
Poor Duncan. I think you could have been another Tyreese, Jerry type for me.
WTF does this show have against horses? Those poor creatures.
Kelly is totally me right now. I’d be freaking inconsolable.
Carol needed that hug. Thank you, Magna. From the bottom of this tired fangirl’s heart, thank you.
Why give us that beautiful, golden shot with the horses when you’re planning to stab us through the heart later and twist the knife. Oh. Yeah. That’s exactly why.
Oh snap! Father G’s delivery when he tells that Reaper “I’m not. God isn’t here anymore.” Cold as ice.
Judas. That the Reapers’ work. Or. Damn. Either way, that’s harsh.
Back to what Alden was saying. All these oprhaned children. Who’s going to take on Adam if he dies? That poor kid has had a rough go of it. Knowing that, makes you wonder what Alden was thinking volunteering for the suicide mission.
Omigosh. There went Agatha. Terrible way to go. Right, Beatrice?
I’m sobbing. Carol with the horse. That hurt my baby so much but she hurt herself for her family the same way she has been doing since the Prison. Melissa Mcbride? When she cries, I cry. Every effin’ time. Aaron being there just made it hurt more. But at least someone was there to see how and really take in how she continues to break pieces of herself off to keep her family as whole and safe and happy as she can.
Rewinding a minute--that Magna and Carol conversation. I get Magna’s reasoning too. I do. But Angela is just making everything so dire right now so that the sun when Connie is ultimate found shines a ltitle brighter.
Those babies know they’re eating horse. I could never.
That’s got to be a different Coco. She’s even smaller. But she’s gorgeous.
Fucking finally. Angela having the other characters notice after an eternity of being blind to it, just how much Carol sacrifices of herself for them. It’s so long overdue and I imagine Rosita’s even more worried for Carol now. It’s a shame it’s taken 11 seasons. My baby’s had blood on her hands trying to keep her family safe and whole and happy and fed for a long damn time. So heartbreaking watching her try to scrub the blood away.
Sweet, sweet hug that Kelly gave Magna. She’s such a sweetheart kid sis to all of them, isn’t she?
Interesting place of refuge. A gutted church. A visual symbol, Angela, of where Maggie and the rest of our people are now perhaps?
“It’s easy for you, isn’t it? Being reckless with sombody’s life...” Maggie. Maggie. Those words would have hit so much harder if we hadn’t spent the majority of the last 2.5 episodes watching you ignore sound advice just because it came out of the mouth of somebody you (justifiably) hate.
But will Alden be there when Maggie and Negan get back? That is the question. Or will he eventually Lucille himself?
That little bit of lineup Negan music to remind the audience of Negan lovers and sympathizers that he once took great pleasure in murderously swinging a bag at people’s heads was a nice, subtle touch there. Like agree with her or not, Maggie is literally left to rely on the hope, however small it is, that Negan has changed just enough that he won’t try to finish a job he taken on years before--killing what’s left of her.
Oh lawd. Next episode sees the return of a character literally nobody asked for. How excited am I not?
Dog better not be harmed or so help me.
Now for Angela’s weekly explanations of WTF she/there were thinking because they been doing this plausible deniability thing so long some people out there watching with biased, muddy stan glasses can no longer separate head canon from canon.
Is Maggie worried at all about Daryl or does she just assume his superhero powers are in full effect in this episode?
“You can’t really say it wasn’t going to happen anyway.” Not Angela pointing out that simply laying the blame for literally everything bad that ever happens at Carol’s feet isn’t the answer. Say it louder for those in the back. Alpha was going to do what Alpha wanted to do.
“There is love there. There is respect there. However, there’s also frustration...” You damn skippy. Friendships and human relationships are complex AF. Like Carol. She’s honestly one of the most complicated characters on this show and any show, IMHO. That’s what makes her so memorable and such a lightning rod for discussion.
I know I might be in a minority, but I really feel like they need more of those little scenes between the kids to keep things real.
Kang saying she always feels like she’s going to get murdered in a staircase or parking lot is relatable, funny, and sad all at the same time. It’s a girl thing.
Why is Carol’s story giving me Dark Knight vibes? Like I feel like she’ll gladly shoulder the burden of their distrust, their hate, or their judgment as long as the hard choices she makes keeps them safe. And she’s still ultimately going to come back to save their asses even when they forsake her. Just like Bruce Wayne/Batman. Am I reaching too far, lol? Because sometimes I do that.
Anyway. This is the third episode of the season and the third episode in a row that I mostly enjoyed. I don’t know if I’m just so relieved and happy to have all the characters and my show back or what, but overall? I’ve been pleased with the episodes and found something to love in all of them.
There’s a much stronger horror vibe woven throughout Season 11 so far. I feel like it’s a return to the roots of the show and I like that. Literally none of the characters are making perfect choices and this viewer is here for it. My only complaint so far is there hasn’t been enough Carol but what we’ve been given has felt like a gift and significant in a way that Gimps’ version was not. Also? I really hope the trend of the ladies working together and supporting each other continues because they rule the TWD world, lol.
Hope you enjoyed at least some of my TWD word vomit.
Until next episode.
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Chains buddy (leopika oneshot) +18
Since Gon and Killua discovered that Kurapika was the Chain’s user, they have been calling him “chains buddy”. However, every time the boys said that nickname around Leorio, he starts to act weird… weirder than usual. Hardly ever anything makes him awkward, so this was a shocking thing for everyone. And more even for him.
However, Leorio could not tell them about that nickname. That damn nickname makes him go nuts and he cannot even tell his friends nor even his boyfriend. But how would him? “Oh yeah, I get turned on by chains and any time you guys call Kurapika that name I start imagining +18 scenes I’d never tell you young boys”. Of course the fuck not!
It has been already a month the poor doctor had been containing himself from losing his mind and letting his heart (or better said, his desire) control him.
“Good morning!” Yawned Kurapika crawling into Leorio’s chest.
“Morning, sunshine” he kissed his forehead pulling him closer and hugging him tight. “How weird,” he added “Gon and Killua are way too silent this morning”.
His boyfriend laughed and looked up at his face to answer. “Don’t you remember? They are out today playing with Alluka”.
“Ah! I remember now” exclaimed Leorio. “Then,” he continued smiling big “we can stay like this a bit more” he hid his face in Kurapika’s neck.
The room was filled with comfortable silence and only their breathing could be heard. The lovebirds were at ease until the blonde’s phone started ringing. Leorio groaned as his boyfriend sat up on the bed and answered the call.
“Gon?” he asked still sleepy, “wait, let me put you guys hands free, Leorio’s right beside me”.
Both boys yelled his name to say hello.
“What’s the matter anyway?” Kurapika spoke up again. “Haven’t you boys just left a while ago?!”
“Well… yeah” laughed Killua. “We were just bored because my sister is taking hours to get ready!”
“Then why in the world don’t you make her hurry up instead of bothering us, you idiots?” The dark-haired boy exclaimed a bit annoyed. He just wanted to sleep peacefully with Kurapika. Something he could not do too often as those youngsters have the habit of entering their room and waking them up by jumping on the bed at way early hours in the morning.
“Oh, come on Leorio, don’t be so harsh on us,” whined Gon “Chains buddy tell him something!”
Leorio’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately started cursing.
Kurapika laughed “I’ll punish him later, don’t worry guys”.
That was it. That is when he knew he WAS fucked up. His cheeks started to feel like burning making his face turn into a red palette. His mind started going crazy, numerous scenes popped up making him more and more uncomfortable with himself. How would his boyfriend, his best friend, react to him imagining literal porn with them playing the main roles… He felt awful.
Leorio kept wandering in his own thoughts trying to push them back into the deepest part inside his brain without really paying attention to the conversation. He didn’t even realize they had hung up some time ago and that Kurapika stared at him worried.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he slid down again into the bed and tried to hug his boyfriend as before.
This made him come back to reality and found out the one big little problem that was awaiting him now: he was hard, as a rock.
Starting to burn up again, Leorio started to move and to avoid the other boy’s hug. This left Kurapika confused.
“Am I Hisoka that you don’t want to be near me or something?”
Both started kind of fighting: Leorio kept trying to stay away from Kurapika’s embrace and he continued back at it.
“Ahá!” Kurapika celebrated getting himself on top of Leorio leaving him unable to move. “Why didn’t you want to hug…” he tried to continue talking but then he felt something right under him. He looked over his boyfriend and he found him blushing crazily. “Someone has woken up I guess…” he laughed trying to make it less uncomfortable.
“Sunshine, I… I’m sorry, I-”
Kurapika cut him off and continued speaking “I think I finally solved this case” his voice turned lower and, in Leorio’s judgement, sexier. “You’ve been acting weird every time I am called chain buddy, and today wasn’t an exception. Could it be…” he got closer to his face looking directly at his eyes “that you’re turned on by my chains?” he ended his hypothesis right on top of Leorio’s lips leaving him speechless. “Hm… shall I punish you as I promised the boys before then? Maybe this way I can prove my supposition”.
Things escalated quickly and, without even knowing, Leorio found himself blindfolded and on the floor completely naked except of a dog’s collar that was connected to Kurapika’s chains.
“You have been bad, Mr. Leorio” he whispered into his left ear right before turning around to bite his right one. Being unable to see, he could not help but moan a little. “How naughty… who let you do that?” the boy smirked tightening his chains and pulling his body close to start caressing it with them. The cold touch of the metal on his skin made him more sensitive that he was before.
Without previous warning, Kurapika moved him onto the bed and started to lick his nipples while following a line back down to his belly button leaving kisses behind. He stopped right before reaching the part Leorio was dying for him to touch.
“Ku- Kurapika…” he mumbled trying to reach out his hand to help himself. Although he was stopped right away, and both his hands were pinned up his head.
“Oh, you don’t need me anymore?” he mouthed into his ears. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself, naughty boy”.
Right after, his mouth went down still not moving nor pleasing him. Kurapika let his warm breath flow on top of it making him even more impatient.
“Plea… please…” Leorio let a loud moan as, as soon as he opened his mouth, his boyfriend started to lick slowly the top of his cock.
Kurapika took his time, he started off by just licking the tip a little, but then he went all out sucking him out. Simultaneously, his hands roamed through his chest leaving some squeezes into his nipples.
Leorio was a moaning mess, he couldn’t shut his mouth, and not being able to see anything made it even harder to shut himself.
“Want to put it in?” the blonde whispered into his ear leaving his member right before he was able to come.
The dark-haired boy did not even think it twice and flipped his boyfriend around getting himself now on top. “Of course, sunshine, but I am continuing from here on” he ripped off the blindfold and got rid of the chains right before helping his partner to get ready.
Just like that, both ended up breathless under the sheets of their bed. Nothing felt better than being right next to each other, hugging and hearing each other’s heartbeats.
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Motion Sickness Chapter 196
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“You’re also dating Miss Rose?” Glynda asked. “Aren’t you a lucky man.”
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me. Am I? With everything you know about me?"
"Well…" she didn't have a ready retort.
"Anyway, there just isn’t room in the dorm for everyone. I’ll be buying a house out at Patch and flying in to commute everyday.”
“Is your Mover rating that high?”
“Yeah. It is. And Ruby and Weiss both want kids and there’s no way that will fly in the dorms here.”
“So you’re keeping this job?”
“Looks like it. Ruby and Weiss both want me to so I don’t really have a choice.”
“It does have benefits.”
“They like how safe it is for me. Compared to the sort of work I could be doing it’s really incredibly safe. And the pay is good enough to raise our family, coupled with our savings.”
“But Ruby Rose needs a place to stay while you house shop?”
“An extra dorm, maybe? If one is free. I don’t want to impose and I can make other arrangements if I have to. I’d like her and Weiss to be close though while we shop and plan our wedding.”
“You’re engaged to them?”
“Only recently.”
“You didn’t mention any of this whenever I brought up team RWBY,” Glynda smirked.
“I… tend to keep that sort of thing private. It’s not something I run around bragging about.”
“But you probably could.”
“Look… I could also rip a person in half. Probably shouldn’t do that. Or brag about that just because I can. Probably shouldn’t brag about my relationships either.”
“Those are the same thing to you?”
“Well, they’re both something I probably shouldn’t do. Occasionally the situation merits it. I have two fiancés. That’s pretty slick. They’re both beautiful girls who want my children. They like me more than I like me. That’s nuts.”
Glynda laughed at me. “You poor, poor man. How will you survive a dual pregnancy?”
“Maybe keep my dorm open here…”
“No. You have to pay the piper,” she laughed some more. “I’m glad you have this. I was worried when you told me about your experiences that you had no good things tethering you to this world. I’m glad that isn’t the case. You lost so much. It’s good that you have some bright lights in your life to keep you strong and happy. It’s far too easy to give into despair without something like that. It did weigh on my mind. What would I really do to stop you if the worst should pass? But you have these other hooks pulling you to the world besides your work. I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you…” I trailed off. “I hope we never have to answer the question of stopping me. I hope it never comes to that. But I’m glad that you were preparing yourself. It makes me feel a little safer. That’s one of the perks of this job really. You. You probably stand the best chance of getting in my way.”
“But you don’t think I could stop you.”
“Maybe that will change. But no, I don’t think you can. That scares me.”
“I’ll get you the keys to another dorm next to yours. Best of luck with the house shopping and wedding.”
“Thanks.”
“Miss Rose’s presence won’t impede your work, will it?”
“I don’t think so. Our attempts to find a good antipsychotic are more likely to disrupt my work than Ruby is.”
“But that’s important and you should do it.”
“Yeah. It’s important and I really need to do it. But it’s hard. Have you ever been on that sort of medication?”
“No, not me. I was a little depressed after Beacon fell but not so much that I required medication.”
“Yeah. It’s difficult to describe exactly what those meds are like. They change you. They change the way you think and function. Every aspect of your life just becomes slightly twisted and wrong. The way you remember stuff and feel emotions and think in general just becomes slightly off. And that’s the goal. To find the right twist of yourself that causes you to be more stable. But it’s a fumbling and blind watchmaker. They have your genetics which can show them which meds might work. But you still have to try them and that takes months. It seriously takes a long time to go up on a given med, see if it works, and go back down. And your goal is just to survive and get through the day while that happens.”
“Well, nobody has reported any problems with your teaching ever since you started a new batch. So I don’t see that as a problem. I wish you the best of luck in finding the right medication combination.”
“Thank you again.”
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“You got an extra dorm room?” Ruby asked. “Who is going to want to sleep there? The other two will be snuggling up in this dorm and one other person will be left out in the cold.”
“He obviously planned for himself to be the odd one out,” Weiss interpreted.
“What?”
“Come on. He meant for us to be together and for himself to be out in the cold.”
“That’s so like him. I want to pull my hair out.”
“It’s temporary,” I cut in. “Just while you guys find a house you like out in Patch.”
“So it’s true. You meant for you to be the one out,” Ruby glowered.
“Temporarily,” I reminded. “Come on. There just isn’t room here.”
“I don’t like it,” Ruby said.
“Neither do I,” Weiss agreed.
“Then find a house you like fast and buy all the furnishing you want.”
“What’s our budget look like for that?” Ruby asked.
“Something in the ballpark of two point five million,” Weiss informed her. “That leaves plenty for the honeymoon and wedding and a decent amount of savings. Jaune’s making something like two hundred thousand a year here.”
“Well that should be fine then. We’ll have our pick of houses. We can even build one.”
“If you want to wait that long,” Weiss interjected.
“Oh. That’s true. Jaune will insist on being out in the cold that whole time. He’s such a goofball.”
“I’m right here,” I pointed out.
“Ah? So you are,” Weiss observed. “But for how long?”
“Um…” I trailed. I looked between them.
“You dumb blonde.”
“What am I going to do? Kick one of you two out?”
“We could alternate,” Weiss proposed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. If I can’t alternate spooning you two, you have to see why I have to be the one out in the other dorm. That’s life as a guy. I just have to hold that ‘l’.”
“Goofball.”
“But I’m not wrong, am I? I have to be the one out because the alternative is one of you being the one out and that just won’t fly.”
“And why not?” Weiss pressed.
“You know why not. I can’t kick one of my ladies out into the cold. That’s not okay with me. I’m very much not alright with it. And you wouldn’t have me any other way. That’s just the way it goes. You girls get to be warm and cuddled up and I need to find a way to deal with it.”
“That’s not fair,” Ruby disagreed.
“That’s my job,” I fired right back. “I always automatically get the short straw. That’s the price I have to pay for being engaged to two fantastic girls. You two need to accept that. That’s about as fair as it gets.”
“Ugh. You make me want to hit you,” Weiss decided. “But you like it when I hit you.”
“You’re such a darling. Especially when you hit me. It’s like, wow- how can I even cope without you hitting me in that way you do? Hit me some more, Weiss. Just go to town on me. I can take it.”
“It means I’m mad at you and I want you to stop.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes it means ‘that was clever but I know what you did.’”
“We’ll have to find a house fast then. And set a date for the wedding. And Jaune and I need to get an engagement present for Weiss and Weiss and I need to get something for Jaune. Oh no, we need to get something for Jaune. What do we do, Weiss?”
“I was hoping you would have ideas…”
“He is hard to get things for because he’ll love it no matter what. What are we going to do?”
“Just get me any old thing and I’ll be happy that I’m being thought of at all?” I suggested.
“Shut up, Jaune. This is serious,” Ruby informed me gravely. “No matter what we do he’s going to treasure it.”
“That’s what I thought about you but we managed to pick something out. None of us like material things like jewelry,” Weiss pointed out. “But yes, he’s going to be impossible to shop for.”
“I’m literally so easy. Just get two rings each of which has your name or signature on it and call it good.”
“Ugh,” Ruby managed. “He’s awful.”
“He’s the worst,” Weiss agreed.
“And yet you two are marrying him. Me. Marrying me. Fucking wild.”
“Language,” Weiss chidded.
“Butt,” Ruby reminded. She thumbed her new necklace. She popped the little latch open and closed as she worried it. It clicked and clacked minutely. “Well I don’t know. I have no ideas about what to get for him. This is going to take some serious brain storming. And it can’t be his ring idea because that will just gratify him.”
“He’s seriously horrendous about it. Could you imagine if we actually have to resort to that idea?”
Ruby shuddered.
“What’s wrong with the ring idea?” I asked. “I’d love it.”
“You suggested it. That’s what’s wrong with it,” Ruby pointed at me with venom. “We can’t use it for sure now.”
“She’s right. We can’t. It could have worked but because you came up with it, it just won’t fly,” Weiss agreed.
“I don’t get it. Is this just one of those girl things?”
“No.”
“Kinda,” Ruby informed me.
Weiss sighed. “We can’t let you win.”
“So it’s a game?”
“No,” Ruby informed me.
“A little,” Weiss said. But somehow they seemed in total agreement.
“This is super serious,” Ruby told me. “We have to make sure our idea is original and good.”
“But we can’t take your word because no matter what we get you, you will say you like it. And we can’t take any idea that comes from you because it has to come from us. So it’s kind of a game but it’s a fun and serious game. And you keep entrapping us more and more.”
“So if I come up with more suggestions-”
“Don’t you dare,” Weiss warned.
“Got it,” I said but I didn’t really at all. “I was just trying to make your lives easier.”
“We know. But that makes our job all the more difficult,” Ruby said. “You’d do anything to make our lives easier. You’d love a crummy gift and cherish it forever. So we have no way of knowing if our idea is any good.”
“And you coming up with suggestions just limits the things we can actually do because we have to be the ones to come up with it without your help. It’s honestly a little like why you think you always deserve the short straw. It comes from a gentlemanly place but it’s frustrating to deal with and we can’t even really be mad at you for it because it’s gentlemanly. Do you see?”
“A little better now. I’ll send you guys a list of suggestions.”
“Don’t!” Weiss ordered.
“No!” Ruby begged.
“I don’t know. I sort of like this strange power I have over you.”
“I’ll give you head if you don’t,” Ruby bargained.
“You’d do that anyway. You’re such a bottom. You do whatever I tell you in the bedroom.”
“Maybe I’ll take charge and be in control for once,” Ruby threatened. But she was threatening me with a good time.
“Sure. Yeah. Go ahead,” I agreed. “Whenever you want, sweetheart.”
Ruby’s gaze wavered then fell. “You butt.”
“Don’t bully Ruby. And don’t come up with any more suggestions. You basically eliminated our ability to choose rings as a gift at all,” Weiss informed me. “Just like that. In one fell swoop you demolished so many possibilities. Don’t make our lives any harder by trying to make our job any easier.”
“So if I just started listing jewelry items you would be screwed.”
“Seriously do not. I’ll give you head,” Weiss somehow made that sound threatening. “We’ll both give you head.”
“That would seriously be a good enough engagement gift,” I told them both. “Like honestly I don’t want anything and time spent with you would be priceless. Weiss could sing for me and I would be like, ‘this is enough.’ Ruby could look at me with those eyes and it would be a job done for you guys. I really don’t want anything more than what I already have.”
“We know that too!”
“That’s why you’re so hard to get a gift for,” Weiss explained. “No matter what we do it will be ‘good enough,’ and you know what? Maybe we want to do better than 'good enough.' But we have no way of knowing if it really is better than ‘good enough’ because you belong to us so completely that all you really want is a tandem blowjob or the sound of my voice or Ruby’s gorgeous eyes. We want it to be more special than that. We want it to be something you carry around and always feel to remind you of us. A blowjob just isn’t it. Or Ruby looking at you. Or listening to me sing just won’t cut it.”
“I think that depends on the blowjob. And therapy costs money but listening to you sing is priceless.”
“Aw.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere. Don’t ‘aw’ that, Ruby. That’s how he gets you. He’s just trying to flatter me.”
“Yeah. I am,” I agreed. “And you can’t take that away from me. Because you’re my darling and I want to flatter you. I would be honored if you were flattered by me. It would be my special, privileged pleasure.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Weiss decided.
“It’s shameless how you flirt with me,” I swooned. “Insult me. Hit me. Abuse me. It only shows that you care.”
“I can’t win with you,” Weiss decreed. “No matter what I do you get to walk away from this the victor. I can’t reward you. I can’t punish you. There’s nothing to be done because you take it all in stride.”
“You could come give me a hug,” I suggested. “Let me scoop you up in my arms and kiss your neck.”
“I bet you would like that wouldn’t you. I bet you would just love that.”
“Yeah. I would. I really would. And so would you. Don’t rebel against your desires, Weiss. Would it really be so awful to get swept up into my arms and kissed around the ears.”
“You plague me. Just because I told you not to bully Ruby, you harass me instead.”
“But you’re so adorable when I trap you. It’s like when Ruby blushes. I want it so bad. It ought to be criminal how you enslave me. But no, you walk around as a totally free woman to tease and taunt and make me into a dog. That’s what is really not fair.”
“You give me that power over you. Of your own free will.”
“You give me this power over you. You could deny me. You could deny me and shoe me off. But you don’t. You like it.”
Weiss’s cheeks turned rosy and she looked at Ruby for assistance.
“What? I would also like to kiss your neck. I’d like to watch him eat you for lunch. Don’t expect me to bail you out. Tell us, Weiss.”
Weiss sighed resignedly.
“Look how red she got around her ears,” I pointed out to Ruby.
“Careful. You’ll melt her, Jaune,” Ruby agreed.
“I told him not to bully you and this is how you repay me? You’re supposed to have my back,” Weiss demanded.
“I do have your back. Just not how you want me to.”
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Elizabeths (Chapter II)
Pairing: Bad boy!Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: Cursing, death, mentions of suicide
Summary: Y/n is part of her high school’s most powerful and most popular clique, but she disapproves of the other girls’ behavior. When Y/n meets the new boy in school, Peter Parker, and begins dating him, what she has known to be her clique begins to unravel. Starting with the death of the clique leader, Liz Allan, one by one, people Y/n doesn’t like begin to die by her and Peter’s hands. Soon, she realizes that Peter is killing students he hates and begins to try to foil his plans, all while clashing with the new clique leader, Elizabeth “Betty” Brant.
Author: Dizzy
A/N: This is a Peter Parker AU I thought of doing. It’s a Heathers AU!!! This is going to follow a similar plot to Heathers, but of course, I won’t keep everything the exact same. Here, we meet our protaganist, Y/n, and our love interest, JD Peter.
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Dear Diary,
I know I said I only fuck with the college boys and to hell with the high school ones, but goddamn, I can’t take my mind of off Peter Parker. Especially with him pulling that shit he did with the gun in the commons.
“God, they won’t expel him. They’ll probably just suspend him for a week or something.” Lizzie insisted, clacking her croquet mallet against your own as you both chuckled.
“He used a real gun.” Liz scoffed. “They should throw his ass in jail. Doesn’t he know today’s climate? Hasn’t he heard of Columbine?”
“No way.” You argued, leaning forward on your unused mallet as you watched Liz retie her ponytail with that red scrunchie you always hated. “He used blanks. All Peter did was ruined two pairs of pants... maybe not even that...” You and Lizzie began giggling. “I mean, can you bleach out urine stains?”
The sound of Liz knocking her mallet into the red ball and the red ball hitting Betty’s green one was a response enough. The sound was almost deafening as silence fell between you and Lizzie.
“Ah, yes, Peter.” Liz finally spoke up, “You seem pretty amused. I thought you were over high school guys.”
“Never say never.”
“What are you going to do, Liz? Take the two shots or knock me out?” Betty asked, her doe like eyes meeting Liz’s, making it clear she had not been paying attention to the conversation at hand.
“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?” Liz snapped. “First you ask if you can be red, knowing I am always red...”
You watched as Liz took a step forward, her foot firm on her red ball as she hit the mallet against it, the red ball sending Betty’s green into the flower bed, causing you to wince as Liz grunted triumphantly.
Liz hit her ball again, this time falling short of the wicket as she groaned, rolling her eyes. Always too cocky too early, Liz.
“Damn.” She cursed. “Anyway, I can say never to high school boys. Especially when I have Steve.”
“Ah, yes. King Steve.” Lizzie chuckled, taking her shot and getting the yellow ball through the wicket as she squealed.
“Maybe when you get older and actually reach maturity, you’ll understand the difference between Columbia University man like Steve and a Midtown High boy like Brad “nut-and-bolt” Davis.”
Lizzie shrugged. “I think Brad’s sweet. Your turn, Betty!”
Betty pouted, a whine escaping her throat as she navigated getting into the flower bed, trying to avoid the peonies your mother had planted earlier in the week.
“No pain, no gain!” Lizzie teased.
“Give it up, girl!” You added, both of you howling at Betty.
You watched as Betty furrowed her brow, leaning down a bit as she hit the ball. You chuckled as it bounced off a tree and then hit the fountain in the yard before rolling perfectly through the wicket.
“Holy shit!” You gasped, howling in laughter.
“That was incredible!” Lizzie squealed.
“What. A. Shot.” Liz added, shaking her head, a mixture of pride and jealousy in her smirk.
You began setting up your shot as Lizzie spoke up, your attention half on her and the other half on getting the shot.
“So, tonight’s the night. Are you two excited?” Lizzie asked, glancing between both you and Liz.
“I’m giving Y/n her shot. Her first Columbia party. You blow it tonight, girl, and it’s keggers with kids all senior year.”
You groaned, having missed your shot. As you dropped your mallet, bending down to pick it up, you rolled your eyes as Liz’s attitude.
“Damn.” You cursed. “So, who’s this Bucky guy I’ve been set up with? Witty and urban pre-law or an idiot and savant art major?”
“Don’t worry.” Liz rolled her eyes. “Steve says he’s very. So he’s very.”
“I doubt it.” You muttered, knowing full well the only boy you wanted to be set up with is the bad boy wannabe from the commons.
“Lizzie! Your mom is here!” Your mother called before Liz could open her mouth to say anything further.
“Come on, whoever wants a ride!” Lizzie announced. “Bye, Y/n. Good luck.”
“Yeah, good luck.” Betty agreed as she rushed past, following Lizzie and Liz up the stairs.
You dropped your mallet and followed behind the girls, waving them off as they cut through the side of the house and off the property. You took a seat at the table on the patio as your father took a seat beside you, James Patterson book in hand as you mother joined you both, salsa and chips on the platter clutched in her fists.
“So, what was the first week of Spring Break withdrawal like?” Your father asked, leaning past your slouching figure to grab a chip.
“Hey, kid, isn’t the prom coming up?” Your mother asked before you could answer your father.
You shrugged with a smile. “I guess it is.”
“Any contestants worth mentioning?”
“Maybe. I guess you could say there is a bit of a dark horse in the running.”
“Goddamn. Why do I even read these damn Patterson books. Bastard probably doesn’t even write them.” Your father chimed in, looking up at you.
“Because you’re an idiot.” You beamed, laughing alongside him for a moment.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it.”
“You two...” Your mother smiled, shaking her head.
“Thanks for the salsa.” You rose from your seat. “But I gotta motor if I want to be ready for that party tonight.”
Dear Diary,
When you fuck with the eagles, you gotta learn to fly. Columbia is Liz kicking my ass out of the nest, whether I like it or not. And to be honest, I don’t wanna fucking fly.
You opened the car door, the cold night breeze chilling you to the bone as you slammed the door shut, wincing as you knew Liz would scold you for your improper behavior later. Tugging at the length of your sleeves, you walked towards the 7-11.
“Corn nuts!” Liz yelled, half her body out the car window as she yelled at you.
Without looking back, you waved her off, tempted to just give her the middle finger and call it a night.
You swung the door open, the warm draft greeting you as you made a beeline to the Corn Nuts, hoping to get in and get out and get this goddamn Columbia party over with.
“You going to get a Big Gulp with that?” A voice erupted from behind you as you turned around, the bag of Corn Nuts you needed in hand.
“No, but if you’re nice, I’ll let you buy me a Slurpee.” You teased, meeting Peter’s eyes, or rather, eye, as the other was covered by his falling bang. “You sure do know your 7-11 slang.”
“I’ve moved around all my life; Baton Rouge, Vegas, Dallas, Suburbia. There’s always been a 7-11. The only stability. Any town, any time, I can pop a chicken sandwich in the microwave and feast on a tornado. Keeps me sane.” He explained, his hand shaking next to his head at the end of his speech.
“Really?” You asked, “I don’t know, I mean, that thing you pulled today was pretty severe.”
“The extreme always makes an impression, but you’re right, it was pretty severe. Did you say a Coke or Cherry Slurpee?”
“I didn’t.” You pulled a red vine from the open box at the counter. “Cherry.”
You smiled, taking a bit out of the vine as you twirled it between your fingers, Peter matching your expression. You took the Slurpee from his hand and followed him to the counter, the silence between you comfortable as he paid for the snacks you collected and you followed him outside.
You shivered in the cold air, the thought that getting a Slurpee was a good idea now turning in your mind.
“Great bike.” You nodded to the motorcycle as Peter took a seat on it.
Liz honked her horn, causing you to tear your gaze from Peter as she gave you an agitated look, only for you to return the gesture with a glare and turn back to Peter.
“Just a humble perk from my uncle’s construction company or should I say deconstruction company?”
“I don’t know, should you?”
“My uncle seems to enjoy tearing things down more than building things up. Seen the commercial? ‘Bringing every State to a Higher State.’“
“Oh, shit.” You gasped, connecting the dots as you playfully hit Peter’s shoulder. “Peter Parker... Your uncle’s Big Ben Parker Construction. Must be rough, moving place to place.”
Peter shrugged. “Everybody’s got some static in their life. Is your life perfect?”
You scoffed. “Sure, I’m going to a Columbia University party.”
Liz honked the horn again, letting her hand rest on the horn for a little longer as you frowned.
“It’s not perfect.” Your tone was serious. “I don’t really like my friends.”
“I don’t really like your friends either.” Peter shook his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
“It’s like they’re just people I work with and our job is being popular and shit.”
“Maybe it’s time for a vacation.”
Liz’s horn blared again as you waved at Peter, starting to walk away. “You’re telling me!”
Dear Diary,
The day I take a vacation, that’ll be the day Liz Allan is dead. Until then, I’m stuck doing my job being her popular lap dog and sucking her dick by telling her how hot and popular she is.
You could barely suppress a look of disgust as you followed Liz and Steve through the crowded dormitory hallway and into Steve’s dorm. You hated Steve. Sleazy, sweaty, somewhat mediocre looking Steve. You could feel the clot of bile creep up your throat as Steve held the door open for you, the sick smell of cheap beer and sweat so pungent your eyes teared up.
“You can just throw your coats down on the bed, girls.” Steve instructed as both you and Liz slipped off your coats and did as you were told.
You watched as Steve walked away for a moment, you assumed to get Bucky as you looked at Liz, who was watching them as well, the doe like look in her eyes telling you that she was in love with him. That for some reason, the clever bitch fell for the disgusting college guy.
“Y/n, this is Buck.” Steve introduced the other boy, his hand clasped on his shoulder as he guided him to you.
“Excellent.” Bucky nodded, his eyes tracing over your form as you held back a frown. “Did you girls bring your partying boots?”
“Yeah, let’s party.” Liz smiled, jerking you to get you to do the same.
Steve chuckled, throwing his arm around Liz as he looked at her. “What can I say? She loves to party.”
Dear Diary,
I want to kill and you have to believe... damn pen!
“So, are you a cheerleader?” Bucky asked, his back against the tacky blue and grey striped wallpaper.
“Not at all.” You gagged, the smell of beer and cigarettes on his breath making you nauseous as you took a sip of the drink in your hand.
“You’re pretty enough to be one.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“It’s so great to be able to talk to a girl without having to ask ‘what’s your major?’ I hate that.” Bucky took a sip of his beer before continuing, “So, when you go to college, what do you think you’ll study?”
You have to believe it’s for more than selfish reasons. More than a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You have to believe me.
Bucky had given up on conversation, you could tell by the way he shifted on his heels uncomfortably. It’s not like you minded, nor cared, since you debated finding Liz’s coat and stealing her car, leaving her in your dust.
Goddamn Liz. Goddamn Columbia guys. Goddamn you for agreeing to be here.
“So, what do you say we go up to my dorm and have a real party? I’ve got the best rap mix in the whole dorm.” Bucky’s voice pulled you from your thoughts as another boy approached.
“Buck, man,” The boy jerked Bucky around by the shoulder, “Nick’s been looking for you. He says he owes you for blow and he just got some shit himself.”
“You’re kidding. Asshole really scored some of his own?”
“He’s in Nat’s room. Go, man. Party on.”
“Excellent.” Bucky finally turned to you, as if he forgot you were even there, “Y/n, you ever do coke?”
“Ever since writing that DARE essay in fifth grade, I refuse everything.”
“DARE? Are you sure that shit still works?”
You smacked your forehead lightly. “Oh, geez, right! I wrote that at eleven. Might as well do drugs now since I’m not so stupid!”
You groaned, pushing through the crowded hallway back to where you and Liz had thrown your coats.
“Hey, don’t run off, now!” Bucky called out, following behind you closely.
Seventeen is the last year Mom buys the Twinkies. When you make the jump from working at Pizza Hut on the weekends to working thirty years at I.B.M, when you lose something, not innocence - power.
You swung open the door to the room, throwing yourself on the stack of coats on the couch beside the door. Setting your glass of vodka in your lap, you pulled out the matchbook you’d gotten at the 7-11. You struck a match, holding your hand over the flame, bringing it closer and closer until the red light licks your hand, causing you to shriek in pain. You dropped the match into the glass, shocked when it catches fire. Giggling to yourself, you toss the glass out the open window; out of sight, out of mind.
“There you are.” Bucky’s voice has you rolling your eyes as you turn to him. “How’s my little cheerleader? Now I know everyone at your high school isn’t so uptight, come on.”
His hand was coated in sticky sweat as it touched your tight covered thigh and his breath was hot and warm as his leaned in too close to your face.
“Hey, I really don’t feel so great.” You argued, shoving him away from you as you shot up off the couch.
“Let’s do it on the coats.” He grinned, oblivious to your side of the conversation. “It’ll be excellent.”
“You know, I have a little prepared speech I give when my suitor wants more than I’d like to give him. Gee, Blank, I had a nice-”
“Save the speeches for Malcolm X. I just wanna get laid.” Bucky chuckled, cutting off your sentence before you could even get the bulk of it out.
You yanked your coat out from under him, sending him sliding off the couch and to the floor.
“You don’t deserve my fucking speech.” You huffed, stepping over him and storming out the door.
You slow as you realized you now gained Liz’s attention, along with Steve’s as Bucky emerges from the “coat” room. You can tell by the falling smiles on both Steve’s and Liz’s faces as Bucky spews some words you can’t hear that they are more than pissed at you. You watch, your eyes widening as Liz slides her beer glass on the table beside her, steel-faced as she approaches you.
“What’s your damage? Bucky says you’re being a real cooze.” Liz snapped.
“Liz, I feel awful, like I’m going to throw up. Can we jam, please?”
“Hell no.”
You couldn’t help it, the sudden clot in your throat was replaced with actual vomit as you leaned against the wall, rendered unable by your sudden fatigue to make it to the bathroom. You leaned over, vomit spilling onto the carpet and splatter hitting Liz’s red heels. Groaning, you charge down the hallway and out the door, determined to make it back to the car as Liz follows close behind.
Christ, I can’t explain it, but I’m allowed an understanding that my parents and these Columbia University assholes have chosen to ignore. I must stop Liz.
“You stupid cunt!” Liz roared, the trash can fire casting shadows on her face as you shivered in the cool night air.
“You goddamn bitch!”
“You were nothing before you met me! You were playing Barbies with Cindy Moon! You were a Brownie, you were a Bluebird, you were a Girl Scout Cookie! I got you into a Columbia University party! What’s my thanks? It’s on the hallway carpet. I got paid in puke!”
“Like it up, baby. Lick. It. Up.”
“Monday morning, you’re history. I’ll tell everyone about tonight. Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one at Midtown is going to let you play their reindeer games.”
Cindy Moon was a real friend and I sold her out for a bunch of Swatchdogs and Diet Cokeheads. Killing Liz’d be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West. Or is it East? West! I sound like a fucking psycho. Tomorrow I’ll be kissing her aerobicized ass, but tonight, let me dream of a world without Liz. A world where I am free.
You couldn’t help but fling your diary across the room, the satisfying thud from it hitting the wall beside your window soothing you as you wallowed in anger. You gasp as you hear a sound at the window, looking up, you tear off your glasses and make eye contact with one Peter Parker.
“Dreadful etiquette, I apologize.”
“It’s okay...” You replied breathlessly.
“I saw the croquet set out back, you up for a match?”
Your heart was still racing, however instead of the initial shock, it was now revving up with anxiety as you looked at the boy in your bedroom. Was he even really there? Or was he just an anger fueled hallucination?
“Sure. But I’m blue.”
Dear Diary,
When did my life become reminiscent of a YA novel? When did I come to believe it wasn’t weird that Peter Parker was coming through my window? Did Twilight finally condition me into believing odd behavior was true romance?
“Now I can see why you looked so mangled when I came up.” Peter shook his head, his voice soft.
You shifted so that your head was on his bare chest, your eyes focused on the pile of his clothes that sat beside him.
“I’ve always treated Liz’s drama queen plays as bullshit, but I’m honestly really scared. Who am I going to sit with at lunch on Monday?” You groaned, leaning back onto the grass, the blades pricking your bare shoulders. “God, I sound like I’m from Riverdale.”
“Are girls really that bad?”
“It’s a dog eat dog world.” You shrugged. “It feels like it’s either kill yourself or get told to kill yourself.”
“Geez.” Peter shook his head. “That was my first game of strip croquet, by the way. I thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It’s a lot more interesting than flinging your clothes off and going at it on a neighbor’s swing set.”
“Well, I don’t know, there’s something to be said for- ouch!”
You chuckled as the blue mallet that was stuck in the ground fell over and hit the boy. He handed you your panties that fell along with the mallet before sliding on his own underwear.
“What a night.” You giggled, slipping on your panties as you kissed him softly and stood up. “What a life. I almost moved into high school right out of sixth grade because I was some sort of genius. But of course, my mother was too scared I wouldn’t make friends, so we chucked the idea and blah, blah, blah.”
You searched the yard for your clothes, cursing Peter silently for allowing you to toss them around instead of into a neat pile like he had done. You picked up your shirt and pants, gathering up your socks and slippers before putting them on as you spoke.
“But now blah-blah-blah is all I ever do. I use my grand I.Q. to decide what shade of lip gloss to buy and how to hit three keggers before curfew. Some genius.”
“Liz Allan is one bitch that deserves to die.” Peter blurted out, making it clear he wasn’t listening to you.
“Killing her won’t solve anything.”
“A well time lighting bolt on her walk into school on Monday morning, all the other Elizabeths, shit, the whole school, would be cut loose.”
“Well, then, I will pray for rain.” You chuckled. “A flowerpot falling from the window sill would work just as well, more likely to happen too.”
“You see those condoms in the grass? We killed it tonight, Y/n. We killed our baby.”
“Hey, it was good for me too, imbecile.”
“I’m just saying. It’s not hard to end a life.”
“There’s a big difference between killing the prom queen and busting into a condom.”
You both laugh as Peter finally starts getting dressed.
“I guess I don’t know what I’m talking about. After all, there’s only one genius here.”
“I know exactly what the hell you’re talking about and you’re right, you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Why don’t we just graduate, grow old and be adults, and then die?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“But before we do that, I want to see Liz Allan spew chunks so we can call it even.”
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Happy Holidays (Nathan Young x Reader)
A/N: Just a fun little Christmas party with the crew, referencing some things from the Christmas Special but not most of them, because we’re pretending they had a bit more of a nice, normal holiday.
Winter Prompts: Gingerbread; Mistletoe
Word Count: 2118
Cross Posted to AO3: here
Humming along to the carols belting out from the tv speakers in the next room, you bustled about the kitchen. Nathan had been barred from “assisting” you today while you made a variety of treats to bring to Simon and Alisha’s Christmas Eve get together later, after he ate as much of your sugar cookie dough as you managed to get onto the baking sheet. Your friends had been surprised when you offered to handle all of the desserts for the shindig, but you loved to bake and always looked for any excuse to. Besides, it had been a while since you’d done something elaborate, and you had a plan that, honestly, your friends would probably just dub cheesy.
The plan was gingerbread, but you set aside seven of the cutouts that you were going to turn into cookie-portraits. You wanted to make sure these were perfect, carefully rolling bits of gingerbread to create Nathan and Alisha’s curls, using a fine-point food color pen to draw on Curtis’s cross, custom mixing the shade of blue icing for Simon’s eyes. It was incredibly time-consuming, but honestly, you loved the work, and couldn’t wait to see their faces.
You were piping icing on some of the more generic gingerbreads when Nathan’s voice startled you, making you jump and leave a mess of icing smeared across one.
“Y/N!” you boyfriend whined from the next room. “Ye must be done by now. Ye’ve been at it for hours and I’m so bored!”
“Have you wrapped the gifts?” you called back.
You had a pretty good guess what his answer would be, but you weren’t letting him get away with doing no work to get ready for the party, or for Christmas dinner with his mom and her boyfriend (a prospect that still had you sweating, since this would be your first time meeting them as Nathan’s girlfriend).
“Why d’ they need ta be wrapped? It’s just gonna get torn off again. Figured we’d just stuff em in some leftover takeaway bags.”
“Nathan, we are not wrapping our presents to our friends and family in shopping bags.” You came to the kitchen doorway to glare at him, hands planted on your hips.
Suddenly he sat up from where he lounged on the couch, looking at you with a hungry gaze that made you swallow nervously, even as your stomach twisted in anticipation.
“Ya know,” he mused, running his tongue over his bottom lip, “I’m not one for food in the bedroom, but I might make an exception with ya lookin all cute and frostinged like that.”
“Don’t even start. I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work,” you scolded.
He quirked an eyebrow, rising to his feet and stepping closer, a challenge written across his face.
“Isn’t it?” he asked, smirking as he got close enough that he was looming over you.
“Simon and Alisha’s party is in an hour and I’m nowhere near ready, the cookies aren’t done, and you still need to wrap the gifts for Secret Santa. I will not be distracted.”
“Yer face says otherwise. I see the way yer checking out the goods.” He leaned in, eyes drifting to your mouth. “We can be quick. Or fashionably late.”
“No. Absolutely not. I know how hard Alisha worked putting the whole thing together, I am not ruining it by being late because you're too horny for your own good.”
Suddenly he surged forward, licking a long stripe along your cheek. Recoiling, you grimaced and wiped aggressively at your face in an attempt to get the saliva off.
“What the fuck was that?!”
“I told ye, you look good enough to eat, all covered in frosting. Even better than the cookies. Couldn't help myself.” He shrugged, shoving his hands nonchalantly in his jeans pockets.
“You're disgusting.”
“Ye love it.” He grinned cheekily at you.
As much as you hated to admit it sometimes, he was right. Rolling your eyes, you headed back into the kitchen to finish decorating the gingerbread, trying your best not to think about his tongue on your skin, cheek or elsewhere.
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“You didn't have to wear the sweater, you know,” you teased Nathan as the two of you rode the elevator up to Simon and Alisha's loft.
“I know, but ye gave it to me, so it's special. Plus it'll drive the others nuts with how hideous it is!” He chuckled, pre-amused at their reactions.
“Terrible,” you said, shaking your head ruefully.
He blew you a cheeky kiss before hauling open the door and making an ‘after you’ gesture. The next few moments were a blur of greeting hugs - especially from Alisha who was so excited to be able to actually hug you that she actually willingly gave one to Nathan as well - and being bustled about to set your things down (coats on the bed, presents under the tree, goodies on the counter). Keeping the littlest box with you, you sat down on the couch, and your friends gathered round curiously.
“I went a little overboard,” you said sheepishly as everyone settled in, Kelly on one side of you and Curtis on the other, the others taking up whatever spaces they could. “So...I made y’all something.”
They all leaned in as you worked the lid off the little tin, revealing your gingerbread creations.
“Oh!” Kelly shouted in surprise. “Y’ made little gingerbread us?”
“They’re so cute!” Alisha added, reaching in.
You grinned, passing them around, particularly enjoying Nikki’s shock that you had made one of her too.
“Of course I did,” you answered with a shrug. “You’re one of us now.”
“I didn’t know you could bake like this,” Curtis said, inspecting the details on his cookie.
You shrugged. “It’s just art in another medium. I love to, though. Used to want to open a bakery as a kid.”
You felt a familiar green gaze on you, Nathan watching in surprise and delight that there was still more for him to learn about you after all your time together.
“But you didn’t make one of yourself?” Simon asked.
“Yeah, I ran out of dough. Besides...self-portraits never come out well.”
“Is it cannibalism to eat these?” Nathan asked suddenly. “Because they look delicious.”
“Since it’s yourself, it would be autocannibalism,” Simon corrected.
“Unless you’re made of gingerbread, I don’t think it’s anything,” Nikki countered, rolling her eyes. “Except enjoying a cookie.” She turned to you and offered a rare smile. “It really was sweet, Y/N, thanks.”
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You sipped at your eggnog, feeling warm and tingly from the heavy dose of rum Nathan had included when he poured it for you, amusing yourself by conjuring mistletoe over your friends’ heads at random. Curtis and Nikki seemed done with your antics after you had made them kiss about four times (every time Nikki seemed about to start in on Nathan), and you had played it safe with Kelly and Andrew since you weren’t sure where their relationship stood (still in that adorable newborn awkwardness if both their blushes were anything to judge by). Alisha and Simon on the other hand seemed thrilled by your game, basking in the sheer joy of being able to touch each other and happy to kiss as often as you grew something to prompt it.
Suddenly, Nathan flopped down beside you, bouncing the whole sofa as he brought his curly head to rest on your shoulder.
“I’m bored, Y/N,” he whined.
“You’re always bored, Nathan. Unless we’re shagging. And I’m not about to do that here,” you countered, rolling your eyes.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he grumbled.
“Excuse me?”
He was silent, and you could feel him shift uncomfortably, settling further into the cushions and crossing his arms petulantly.
“Nathan…” you said threateningly, ready to demand he talk to you if you had to and sleep on that very couch if he wouldn’t.
“I just can’t help noticin’,” he grumbled. “That everyone else is gettin’ plenty o’ kisses, courtesy of ye, but I’m not gettin’ any.”
You laughed. “When you say it like that it sounds like I’ve been snogging all of our friends.”
“That’s not what I mean. But I’m glad my pain amuses ya.”
You rolled your eyes, still laughing at his dramatics. But he was right about one thing. Somehow you two had managed to go the whole party without kissing. Suddenly he thrust himself up off the sofa, still clearly frustrated.
“I’m gettin’ more cookies,” he said, half-storming off.
“Is he really upset that you haven’t spent the whole party snogging him?” Alisha said a moment later, sitting down in the spot Nathan had vacated.
“Apparently,” you sighed. “I should probably go talk to him…”
“Let him stew for a bit,” she said with a shake of her head. “He’s an ass and totally deserves it.”
--
Twenty minutes later, you were surprised to notice that Nathan still hadn’t come back, and glancing around the room, that there was no sign of him. Your gut twisting nervously at the idea that he might have actually been upset with you, you started asking around to see if anyone knew where he’d gotten to. Curtis told you that he went out for a smoke and you grimaced, sliding your boots back on to follow your errant boyfriend.
“Nathan?” you called into the darkness, squinting to see if you could spot any sign of him and shivering at the winter chill. “Are you out here?”
“Over here,” he answered.
Following the sound of his voice, and now spotting the faint glow of orange from the end of his cigarette, you made your way over to where he leaned against the side of the building.
“Hey,” you said, pausing to stand in front of him, hands shoved into the pockets of your jeans.
“What are ye doing out here, Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to pull you closer.
Instinctively, you stepped into his space. Trying not to let him feel you shiver, you wrapped your arms around his waist under his coat, feeling immediately warmer.
“Looking for you. I felt bad about our little tiff earlier…” you admitted sheepishly.
“Ah, don’t worry about it. It was my fault anyways.”
You bit your lip, hating how sad he sounded when he said it and afraid it was about to turn into one of those self-deprecating moments.
“We’re supposed to be partners. I should have been paying more attention to how you were feeling,” you argued.
“What I’m feelin like right now is that we should get inside before ye turn into a popsicle.”
“Nathan, I’m serious.”
“So am I, Y/N. It’s fine, let’s just go back up.” He wrapped an arm around you to hold you closer and leaned in to purr in your ear. “Unless you’re ready to blow the place and go home? I can finally give you your Christmas present?”
You shivered with desire as much as the cold. “I left my coat upstairs.”
“Who cares? I’ll keep ye warm while we walk.”
“It’ll take two minutes to go back for it. And then we can say goodnight.”
“Fine, but I’m only comin with to make sure ye don’t get dragged back into a conversation and forget.”
--
You sensed it before the elevator door even opened, and couldn’t help the sly smile that crept across your face.
“What’s with that look?” Nathan asked, arm still in place around your middle.
“Nothing,” you said impishly as you stepped out into the room.
For once your upward gaze wasn’t solely to look at your boyfriend, instead moving past him to the plant hanging above your heads.
“Well, that,” you said, nodding to it.
Thick brows knitted in confusion, he followed your eyes.
“Oh ho ho ho, what’s this then?” he turned back to you with a smirk. “Trying to con me inta kissin ye, are we?”
“Nope. That sprig? Wasn’t me.”
“What do ya think we should do then?”
“With all the shit we’ve been through this year, I can tell you what we shouldn’t do, and that’s tempt bad luck.”
Not wanting to give him a chance to respond (after all, banter was fun, but you had better things in mind), you stretched onto your tiptoes to plant your mouth on his. Kissing you back, Nathan tightened his grip to pull you flush against him and ran his tongue over your lower lip. Eagerly, you parted your lips for him and he groaned as your tongues danced together.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Nikki chimed in after a moment, reminding you that you and Nathan were still at a party and decidedly not alone. “Some of us want to keep down our Christmas dinner.”
#I just want them to have a nice chill time#no drama#no creepy Jesus guy#happy holidays#also revealing a bit more about the reader#and doing cute/silly things with her powers#Nathan Young x Reader#Misfits fic#winter prompts
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Kinktober Prompt #4
So not only is this prompt late, but its not even the one i said i would have done today because of writers block. Anyways, i hope y’all like weird, magic, tentacle smut.
Witch!Mercy/f!reader
Rating: Explicit | Tentacles, magic rituals, dubcon, face sitting… i went HAM y’all
Word Count: ~1800
Read it on AO3
You probably should have listened when your friends warned you not to go near the Witch of the Wilds. She was dangerous. Wicked. A powerful sorceress and a master of life and death. She had bewitched many, committed unspeakable evils. And you were intent on seeking her out.
Her lair was hidden deep in the woods, and it took you quite a while to find it. Still, you strode up to the heavy wooden door with as much confidence as you muster.
The door opened on its own. Swinging inward slowly with a high creak. Okay. You probably should have expected something like that in all honesty. This was the Witch of the Wilds.
You tentatively stepped inside, peering around in the dark entry way. The second both of your feet had cross the threshold. You blacked out.
The first thing you saw when you woke was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.
“An angel?” you asked, trying to clear the fog from your head. You couldn’t move, but that would make sense if you were dead.
She chuckled, a low sound that seemed to fill the air around you. “You’re sweet, but I’m far from holy.”
She was sitting a little ways away, large book propped open on her crossed knees. A feather quill hovering in the air beside her.
“You came looking for me? I assume you wanted something.” She closed the book and set it aside. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. Your initial assumption had been far too innocent. This was no angel. She was a temptress. You dragged your gaze away from her legs and saw the wickedness in her eyes. “I give nothing for free, so I’ve already taken the liberty of arranging my payment. Once I am finished, we can discuss your request.”
You were bewildered. What was she talking about? You attempted to sit up, but you had hardly moved an inch before you realized that you were tied down. Stripped naked and bound to a large wooden table. The sigils carved in the wood left a pit in your stomach.
“The Witch of the Wilds,” you breathed.
“I guess that’s what most call me these days,” she tutted. She was at a long table covered in instruments and vials and parchment. “It has been quite a while since someone sought me out deliberately. I can’t wait to learn what it is you want. Unfortunately, it’s the night of the new moon and I’ve been wanting to perform this ritual for a long time. I hope you don’t mind if I take my end of the deal first.”
Your confusion was quickly giving way to fear. You may have bitten off more than you could chew.
“It was very lucky that you showed up when you did. Not many people travel on a waning moon. I just happen to have everything else I need all ready here.” She was mixing some sort of paste in a stone bowl. “It’s amazing how many materials one has to gather just to get yet another material.”
You tensed as she turned to you, carrying the bowl to the table you were fastened to. There was no way in hell you were eating that.
You didn’t have to. Instead, she began painting sigils across your body. Teasing you when she first slathered the cold substance right across your chest. She was deliberate. Careful. Occasionally taking a thin metal instrument to scrape away at the paste until it was the desired shape. It was a strange sensation, especially as the paste began to harden and darken against your skin.
“What kind of ritual is this?” you asked, already dreading the answer.
“A summoning,” she answered simply. “I require materials from a dark world being. The being will not come to this realm without an offering. That’s where you come in.”
She took in your expression and quickly added, “Of course, you’ll survive the ritual. There’s no need to be worried. Everything should be finished by dawn.”
You decided you didn’t want to ask any more questions.
The painstaking process was soon complete, and you had been covered in sigils from your neck to your toes. She even adjusted the bindings on your ankles, spreading your legs wide before tying them back even tighter than before. You were ashamed, embarrassed to be so exposed, but the Witch was unfazed. She procured a large shallow basin and placed it between your thighs.
You watched her carefully arrange a series of items in the basin. Powders, herbs, stones, and strange things from jars. The last addition was a few drops of glowing blue liquid.
“Thank you for being so patient with me,” the Witch smiled at you, opening her large book once more. “If you could keep quiet for just a moment longer, I’ve got the incantation and we’ll be all set.”
She began the incantation. It was a language you had never heard, and it sounded strange and uncomfortable to your ears. Every passing second made you more and more afraid of what was to come.
It had been nearly a minute of recitation when you felt it. The sigils on your skin began to feel warm and strange. Buzzing like an insects wings. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you opened your mouth to scream anyways. You had barely parted your lips when a palm firmly clamped over your lips. The witch hadn’t finished her incantation.
Next, the materials in the basin between your legs erupted in bright blue flames. You screamed against the witch’s palm, thrashing in your bonds as the flames began to take shape, opening into some kind of portal.
The portal was pitch black. The witch watched it with bright, eager eyes, waiting for what would come through. She finished her incantation with a smile, setting the book aside as she watched the flames. They licked at the insides of your thighs, but didn’t burn. Just as the sigils glowed and buzzed against your skin.
At last, something reach through the portal. A thin, dark tendril snaked its way out, tapping along the wood of the table until it found your thigh. You immediately tried to scream again, but the witch covered your mouth before you could make a sound.
“Please keep quiet,” she asked, sounding more exasperated than anything. “We wouldn’t want to scare it with your noise.”
The tendril snaked up your leg, tapping along the sigils before coming to the apex of your thighs. Apparently, that was just what it was looking for, because it began rubbing against the sensitive flesh there. You tried to move away, but you were bound too firmly.
Your panic only increased tenfold when another tendril brushed against your knee. They stroked you between your legs. You felt a wave of shame as you realized that it felt good.
And then one of them pressed inside you. Moving back and forth in a familiar motion. Your screams against the witch’s palm turned to moans of pleasure.
“Ah,” she grinned. “Perfect.” Her cheeks were flushed, and she was watching the creature with rapt fascination. “If only I could have served as the offering myself.”
She watched you. Watched your mouth fall open as the tendrils worked their way inside of you. Stretching you and filling you. Several more had emerged from the portal, wrapping around your legs and up to your chest. Occasionally, one of the tendrils would fill you with a warm, tingling liquid and retreat back into the portal, only to be replaced by another shortly after.
“We had best keep you quiet,” she mused. “And I’m feeling a little bit left out of the fun. What if I…?” She chewed her lip. Nodding as she came to a decision.
She climbed onto the table, pushing her already revealing skirt to the side as she swung her thigh over your head. “Be a good girl for me,” she murmured as she lowered herself to your lips.
Your tongue met her pussy and you moaned against her. She made an appreciative sound, grinding down to meet you.
You did the best you could to serve the Witch of the Wilds. The tendrils between your legs made it difficult to stay focused. They brought you to orgasm again and again, never relenting. You wanted to do the same for the witch.
She rode your face until your jaw was tired; then she freed one of your hands so you could use your fingers. You never backed down until she nearly collapsed, sliding off of the table and disappearing into a heap on the floor. You were a fucked out mess, still subject to the tendrils that never seemed to tire. You were a mess, covered in whatever it was they created and nearly mindless with pleasure.
The witch recovered after several minutes, gathering up a number of empty jars and collecting the substance that was pooling between your legs.
And then the portal closed.
It was abrupt. You were so lost in bliss that you hardly even noticed until the witch was removing you from your bonds.
“It must be dawn,” she noted as she began wiping off the jars to put them away. “Here.” She lifted you from the table, carrying you with ease to a large basin across the room. “Rest as long as you need to. I’ll bring food and wine in just a bit.”
The water in the basin – probably enchanted – was soothing. And it eased your aches as you ate a plate of fruit and nuts that the witch brought. Unfortunately, the paste that had created the sigils on your body had stained your skin, and you were still covered in strange markings after it was washed away. It was only after you were wrapped in a soft robe and settled in a large chair by the fireplace that she spoke.
“Thank you for assisting me with that. It is a great help to me. I will now grant you anything you ask in return.” She smiled warmly. You were still entranced by her beauty, even after all you had been through.
“Let me stay with you.”
“Excuse me?” The witch asked.
“I came all this way because I wished to learn magic. Powerful magic. And after everything that happened last night, I would like to become your student. That ritual was… amazing. And I would gladly be your offering again on the next new moon.” You rushed in your explanation, hoping she wouldn’t turn you away.
Instead she laughed. “Well, I won’t be needing to perform that particular ritual any time soon. But I can think of many other ways in which you can assist me.” Her lips curled, and your heart began to race at the shine in her eyes. “Very well, you can remain here with me. It would be nice to have a willing subject for my spells and experiments.”
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Commander Isekai - commander from an another world
A/N:
Hi all! This my tongue-in-cheek fic about a commander, who’s actually a human player from the real world, and who now lives through the game, but armed with previous knowledge about it. They aren’t happy just to follow along a story, so things will get different quickly enough. Hence their name is commander Kai, as a pun from the isekai genre. I’ve been inspired by similar fics done about other games, and I thought gw2 could be a fun one too.
Chapter One:
The Second Awakening
or how I found myself in a video game world
Sometimes, all you can remember is falling.
It was the only sensation I could comprehend.
The world around me was a blurry, like a messy watercolor painting.
If there were any noises, I couldn't hear them.
I just fell.
A painfully bright light drilled into my eyes.
I woke up with a great thump, as I landed into a large pile of dry leaves. They managed to soften my landing to a degree, but I was aching from all over, like if I had rolled downhill like a cheese in a cheese-wheeling competition, determined to win the first place no matter how crumbly my state would be at the finish line.
"This fucking sucks.." I groaned, tossing my arm out and trying to find my glasses, or my phone, but only grasped more leaves. I hoped I hadn’t broken either one during my fall.
"Are you alright, Valiant?" I heard a concerned voice ask, "the awakening can be sometimes rough, but you'll find your bearings soon enough."
Oh no, had I fallen asleep outside? I had a bad habit of dozing off, but the embarrassment of sleeping outside and this kind person having to wake me up made me wish I could knock myself out permanently rather than face them.
"Yeah yeah, I'm sorry about this, just give me a minute..." I tried to form coherent sentences while pushing my hair away, but my hand gathered only more leaves? and no hair??
I pulled my hand in front of my face and yelped in surprise when I saw that it was bright lavender, a color that my regular human hands should not be, and that I was grasping purple and pink ferns instead of my regular colored human hair.
"Wh-what the hell is going on?" I looked at myself and the person helping me, and only then I realized they weren't human either, but a pea-green person who seemed to be made out of plant material and flowers. Behind them, I could see a shimmering lake and a small village, with more denizens similar to them and me.
As I gasped upon the scene, the two braincells inside my skull finally hit a nerve and made the connection that I had been missing:
A) Somehow, I was in Caledon Forest. Like, the starting zone in Guild Wars 2, an MMO I used to play lot back in the day until I got too busy with my life and other video games.
B) Also somehow, I wasn't a human anymore. I was a walking, talking, internally-panicking sylvari.
C) Last but not least, I could see everything clearly without glasses. This fact stressed me out the most. Had my vision somehow been fixed when I fell? I did like my old glasses, and really hoped they were in one piece somewhere.
"Are you feeling enough well to stand?" the sylvari that must be a mender asked me, offering a hand that I gladly took as I wobbled onto my feet like a newborn calf.
“I think I am?” I answered hesitantly, not certain if I’d stay upright after she’d let go of me.
" I am mender Lorean. What's your name?" the sylvari asked me.
" Um, Kai" I said, as the first name in my mind was the name of my commander character, "short of Cainneach, but just Kai is fine."
It didn't feel right to introduce myself with my given human name, as it was definitely not a sylvari name, and that would have revealed me being something else than your regular baby sprout. I really wasn't married to that name anyway, so Kai came out naturally. I had already used Kai as a all-around nickname, so I settled into it like putting on a new, yet surprisingly comfortable shirt.
"Alright, Valiant Kai", seeing as I could hold on my own against the gravity, Lorean let go of my hand, and explained: "Now, it can take some time to get used to the world outside the Dream. You shouldn't wander off too far from the Grove, at least not until you're experienced enough. You should find anything you need inside the city, and the mentors will help you along. Caithe also asked me to tell you that she wants to speak with you, when you are ready."
The mender that helped me did not seem to comment on my errantic behaviour - they must have seen a wild variety of saplings in their time.
"Wait, why do you keep calling me a valiant?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around what I could remember about Caithe. The total sum was not much - an assassin with a troubled past: a guild of heroes that basically cut ties after a failed dragon killing quest and ex-girlfriend who's in the lead of the bad Nightmare sylvari. That'd be a lot for anyone.
"Caithe told me, about how you joined forces with her to defeat the a large nightmare beast in the Dream. That must be a sign of a great Wyld Hunt", Lorean explained, and asked curiously: "don't you remember the Dream?"
Oh right. The Dream, or the tutorial part with the big dragon monster. I somehow completely skipped that in this new, 4D-supported version of Tyria. At least I did not remember experiencing anything resembling fighting a giant dragon to death, not after waking up here. I had an inkling that telling so would only raise more questions, and I had plenty of those myself.
"Oh yes, it's all coming back to me", I lied with a practiced straight face, "I must have just hit my head hard when I awoke, that's all. I'll be on my way now, thanks!"
I waved and nearly dashed to an exit before Lorean could respond. They were being just nice, sure, but I needed a moment for myself with no one else right now, or I would explode on the spot.
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Not far from the village, but enough far that no one would hopefully bother me, I made my way to the large pond, to really take in all the changes.
"Oh no, the fireflies are actually that big", I grimaced when I saw a group of the flying creatures gather around one of the light-giving plants, "That's going to take some time getting used to."
I sat down next to the water's edge, and I could finally take a look at my new features. They were nothing like what I'd been used to - instead of soft skin, my face was hard, bark-like texture. My hair was like plant's leaf, yet sturdier - it hurt when I tried to pull it. My form was different too, almost like I had had a second puberty without knowing it - my limbs were taller than what I had been used to, and I felt my presentation was more masculine than what it had been when I was human.
The more I sat and contemplated my situation, everything around me seemed to make no sense. I was stuck in an unfamiliar body, in the role of the main character of a video game, and while I did not remember every detail of what happened in the story, I knew it wouldn't take long for things to get hairy. Why I was here? Why did I look like this? No matter how I tried to rationalize it, I had no answers, and I was only left with piling up frustration, and tears began to form in the corners of my eyes.
“Hey, are you alright?” A new voice dragged me out of my depths. It belonged to a blue sylvari with a mushroom-capped head, and whose leaf-like outfit seemed to grow naturally as a part of their body.
“I don’t know, it’s just - a lot of stuff to process. The whole awakening, and everything”, I told them as honestly as I could.
“You seemed to be a little more lost than the other sprouts - and I do not mean that in a judgmental way”, the sylvari said and hold out something: “here, take this, it will help.”
“Oh, thank you”, I accepted the carved bowl that seemed to be made out of a giant nut, and the gentle smell of pumpkin soup overwhelmed me. Gods, I realized only now how starved I felt, like I had not eaten properly for days.
“I don’t have any money, or gold-” I tried to say, but the other sylvari cut in quickly:
“Do not worry about it! I hope you have a pleasant evening!”
The sylvari took off, and I was too mesmerized by their kindness towards a random stranger like me that it did not even occur to me to ask their name. The soup, still warm in my hands was a temptation too great to resist, and I wasted no time devouring it.
Maybe this world isn’t too bad after all, if people are gifting food freely to others like that, I thought to myself, earlier anguish almost completely forgotten.
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A perfect night…
Well here I am again, that jumpy anxious feeling I get when night time comes around, I can’t shake it. It’s like my skeleton wants to jump out of my body, and my cock gets so hard sometimes it turns purple at the tip. It’s been months since I’ve had a woman and a sexual encounter, find myself rubbing one out every morning and night. It’s gotten so bad I don’t even take a normal break I take jerking off breaks…oh I’m so pathetic as I have to laugh at myself.
It’s Friday night.. debating whether to have a night to myself..by that I mean porn and beer the perfect combo for a lonely single man..fuck I’m pathetic. No not today I’m going out I don’t care where ..maybe a bar? I ask myself. I finally convince myself that I am going out on this cold October night. What to wear, I look in my shitty closet with cracks and the light bulb dangling with light in and out, I grab the best looking jacket I have which is an old bikers jacket my uncle gave to me with an American flag patch on the front pocket. Yup this will do and a nice flannel button up shirt with jeans I’m stunning oh fuck I’m a loser. I cringe but I go out the door anyway, the brisk air of the night whisks my wet groomed hair..should’ve gotten a haircut and maybe rubbed one out before I go in case I meet a lady tonight.. I highly doubt I won’t ..fuck it I tell myself.
The closest bar near my apartment is only a few feet away, a little dive knows as “Creeks Perfect Night” you can imagine it looked like any other dive bar with shitty neon signs and a drunk chick or two puking her guts outside the door, yeah this seems like the place I will get laid for sure . Shaking my head in disbelief as I walk in the smell of watered down beers and stale peanuts hit me in the face like a baseball bat. I sit near the outside of the bar where there are less people sitting, drinking alone and people watching is what I do best.
I signal the bartender for a beer just a domestic for me nothing fancy. I order three more and then all of a sudden there was a sudden change in the atmosphere of this dank bar, the stale smell is replaced by the most intoxicating scent that has ever graced my nostrils. Almost like the smell of jasmine in the spring and rose water.. And then almost like a breeze passing by I get a glimpse of the one responsible for that delicious scent.
I’m facing down like I always do in a public place, and I see legs, beautiful, slender, sexy legs, accompanied by red pumps, a very short red dress, as I raise my head to sneakily get a glimpse I see possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, skin so white, so silky and pristine, lipstick red and deep like the most finest wine, and wide brimmed red hat that looked almost velvet. She did not look like she belonged here, looking at her I imagined myself walking up to her and saying that very thing “you are the most woman I have ever seen, let me take you away from here so I can do things to you that will make scream my name” oh but what a joke am I, I don’t have the balls. Then as if she was reading my mind, she looks at me, oh shit she is really looking at me and if she smiles I am here, I will melt, I will be her slave. Almost instantly like a predator a beautiful creature of prey, a row of pearly white emerge my way and I am dead now. My heart skips a beat or two because now is getting up and walking my way, the sound of her heels as they hit the old wooden floor, slowly and seductively , I take a drink of my beer as she sits down next to me, “hey there handsome” she says, her voice like a purr from a jungle cat so wild and untamed. “Hello there” I answered back so shaky and pathetic, way to go I tell myself, she smiles and asks if I’m from around here, I feel like this moment as I talk to her is like a dream it doesn’t feel real. We hit it off, we basically talk and laughed all night till the bar was near closing that means it’s close to 2am..I have work in 5 hours.. before I can say anything she says those words I was hoping to hear “let’s get out of here” my heart skips a beat and looks like I’m calling out for work. The walk to my apartment is nice, she holds on to my arm , the sound of her heals on the street slowly and even more seductive as we get closer to my place. My cock is rock hard at this point and I’m precumming for sure as I feel wet in my underwear..we get close the front door of my apartment again it was almost as she has a mind reading power or is just super perceptive. She reaches down and runs her hand up my pant leg and they grabs my shaft through my pants and strokes it, “I’m in town for one more day and I want to fuck you before I leave, your the most interesting handsome man I’ve met here in this town, and I want you” as if my cock couldn’t get any harder. I unlock the front door and lead her inside.
As I put my keys on the coffee table she pushes me on to my couch. She kneels down with her elbows spreads my knees open wide so she has access between my legs. She unbuckles my belt and lowers my zipper, I’m so hard my dick instantly pops out through the front opening of my boxer briefs. “Ooooo, that’s a big boy” she says with excitement and pleasure as she is definitely impressed by my size. She strokes my hard throbbing cock down the shaft a couple of times before she takes me into her mouth, soft lips and the warmth of her mouth as she strokes my shaft up and down slowly and steady driving me crazy I don’t know how I have not came already but she was controlling it. “Don’t cum yet” she says and I’m her slave at that point her sex slave. She takes off the rest of her clothes and I get up to take the rest of my clothes off as well, as she undos her break I come up from behind her and help her take it off, I put my hands over her breasts , very busty and all natural. We then move into my bedroom, we start with some sucking and licking of places on our body, which just elevates the sexual tension, I start by putting my tongue between her beautiful legs, but not after I suck her toes because I have a foot fetish. I flick my tongue slowly on her clit as I put my two fingers inside her and one in her ass.
That drove her wild as she let out a moans so loud i was sure we would get a noise complaint, I then turn her over exposing her asshole and clit, I grab her by the buttocks and stick my tongue in asshole, flick tongue in and out as I rub her clit.. she is very wet so wet she almost came and the I told her the same thing she told me “don’t you cum yet” she turns around and tells me to lay down on my back, she slides on to my cock and the wetness and warmth of her pussy drives me nuts as she moves her pelvis back and forth slowly and first but then starts ridding faster and faster and she digs her nails into my chest. She stops and says “no not yet, I want it from behind” so I do as I’m told, I turn her around and drive my big cock behind her into her very moist opening and it’s like butter she is so wet. Thrusting deeply I don’t know if I can hold it any longer and again almost like she read my mind she says “before you cum put in my ass” This is becoming the perfect night. I take my cock out of her every so moist pussy, and slowly insert into to her beautiful bleached asshole, someone really takes good care of her grooming, as my cock goes in her gaping opening it feels warm and almost a little tight the sensation is increased by ten and my cock is going to explode as I go in and out of her ass.. she’s rubbing her clit as I do this and then a very thunderous orgasm is let out by her and I’m right behind her… no pun intended. Thrusting in and out of her beautiful perfect ass, I give it a few slaps and then as I’m cumming she tells me to stay inside and like a nuclear bomb the mushroom cloud of my load explodes inside her and out some out of her asshole as I take my cock out.
As we clean ourselves up.. we meet each other in my bathroom in the shower. As we both stand inside the shower, the warm water dripping in our faces , she puts her arms around and whispers in my ear, “thank you for this Perfect night” I smile at her and then I ask “ready for part of the this perfect night”
?The End?
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You Give Love A Bad Name
You Give Love A Bad Name
Billy Hargrove x Reader
Gif credit: granpappy-winchester
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Filth pure filth, daddy kink, smut, spanking, unprotected sex
Requested: I am combining three different requests: Billy’s coworker and they close up together stumbling into shower sex, reader is the Mayors daughter and is fucking Billy, and Billy’s reaction to being called daddy. Thank you for sending these in anons!
Notes: Wow this is my longest and filthiest Billy fic so i hope you all enjoy. Thank you for reading and please let me know your thoughts, feedback and reblogs help tremendously!!! Xxx Enjoy
Life guarding at the Hawkins community pool for the second summer in a row hadn’t been what you were planning for this summer. In fact you had hoped to get a job at the mall in one of the clothing stores but the bitchy girls from school had all gotten their hands on the spots, and your father had pushed you to come work with him at town hall. He hated that you got a job at the pool, made him feel embarrassed that his daughter, the Mayor’s daughter was life guarding. Naturally since it made him so mad you took the job immediately when one of the managers of the pool called you up and asked if you wanted to come back.
Being the mayors daughter came with its perks but you didn’t really care for your dad. You could see right past his act for his true sleazy self and it made you want to do everything he didn’t want you to do if it made him look bad. It’s not like you did bad things, sure some smoking weed every now and then and going to some parties with your friends would accrue but over all you were a good kid. Every time you would head out the door to work your dad would scoff and tell you that he wished you would come work for him and stay away from that Billy Hargrove.
You usually had an afternoon to closing shift at the pool which you enjoyed since you got some time in the sun, some time with your friends, and time away from your dad. It was just like any other day, the heat was sweltering and the pool was packed with kids and parents. Sitting up in the lifeguard chair you chewed on your bubble gum and scanned the area, it was rare anyone really needed your help. A few times some of the little girls would come over to you asking for their mommies and you would have to track them down in the bathroom, usually reapplying lipstick.
Your break was coming up and Billy would have his midday shift next, which meant all the moms would stay on deck and Billy never had to deal with kids looking for their parents. The moms all swooned for him and the kids all were scared of him, there was never a problem when he was out there and he just got to sit and look pretty. You watched as the clock on the pool house hit 3:30 and the locker room door swung open to reveal Billy in his red shorts and a cigarette between his lips. It made you roll your eyes at how everyone’s eyes locked on him and you climbed down from your chair as he approached.
“Thanks for being on time today Hargrove, don’t work too hard while I’m on break.” You said as slid your sunglasses up into your hair. Billy gave you a smirk and nodded before saying, “Don’t miss me too much on your break sweetheart.” You gave his arm a small smack before grabbing your water bottle and heading to the locker room. Once the door closes behind you, you drop onto the locker bench and lean against the cold wall. It was a lot quieter in here and you decided to pull out your book while you snacked on the crackers you had packed with you.
“Hey y/n! There you are, do you think you could cover my shift after Billy I’m not feeling to good and need to go home.” Heather one of the other lifeguards asked you. “Oh ugh yeah sure…hope you feel better!” You said and Heather thanked you before running out of there. You really didn’t mind, closing up the pool wasn’t that difficult and you and Billy usually smoked a couple cigarettes together after cleaning up. Plus the pool usually cleared up around 7 since everyone headed home for dinner.
Once Billy’s shift ended you gathered your stuff and headed back out for the last shift of the night. As you and Billy passed each other he lowered his sunglasses and gave you a wink that made your heart jump. You turned your head around just slightly to watch him walk back to the locker room; his broad shoulders showcasing some faint red marks that made you smirk. As he grabbed the door handle and yanked it open your mouth when dry as his arm flexed, the image making the memory of that very arm flexing as he worked his finger in and out of you flash before your eyes.
As the sunset behind the trees and the pool died down a little you decided to call it adult swim and go get another water bottle from the concessions. You grabbed the coldest water and opened it up, taking a long sip and making sure that everything was still fine at the pool. “So were you gonna tell me Heather bailed on closing again?” Billy said suddenly making you jump slightly and whip around to him. “Jeez Billy you scared me! She said she was sick so I told her I didn’t mind taking her last shift. I didn’t think you’d care anyways.”
“I don’t care; she drives me fucking nuts and takes forever to clean up. Do you want to go for a smoke after, maybe go for a drive? Daddy won’t care if you’re out late right?” A smug smile spread across his lips, he knew the answer but he just liked to rile you up. “My dad doesn’t control how late I’m out Hargrove. I hope you aren’t too tired from Mrs. Wheeler stroking your ego earlier.” Just then one of your mother’s friends called your name and you waved to her, getting ready to go say hello.
Just as you were about to walk off Billy leaned in and whispered, “I’m never too tired for a good stroking, especially if it’s from you darling.”
The sun had finally gone down and the stars had made their way out into the sky, the few stranglers finishing up their swim were the only ones left. You had decided to start cleaning up, sitting up any chairs that were down and closing up the umbrellas. Billy took to cleaning up the pool house and shutting down the lights. As the clock finally hit 10 you closed the pool gate and went to make sure no one was left in the locker rooms before you locked up for good.
Walking through the girl’s showers you made sure it was clear and tidy before looking for Billy to ask him to check the boy’s showers. He was nowhere to be seen so you huffed and decided to just do it yourself, pushing open the door and scrunching up our nose at the smell of chlorine and heavy axe body spray. You could hear one shower going at the end of the hall and called out that the pool was closed. Taking a few steps closer you called out again to the person and then the water shut off, the curtain being thrown open.
There stood Billy dripping wet, his long curls matted to his forehead and his tan skin glistening. Your breath caught in your throat and he flashed you that smug smirk of his before moving the hair out of his face. “Don’t you know this is the guys locker room y/n?” He asked and grabbed the towel hanging on the wall, drying off his upper body. “Yes Billy I do but I didn’t know you were in here and wanted to make sure everyone was gone so I could lock up.” You crossed your arms and tried your hardest not to stare at how the muscles in his arms were jumping every time they moved.
“Right…so is everything locked up then?” He asked taking a step closer, you nodded and met his blue eyes. “And is everyone gone?” Another step closer, he was looking down at you with an eyebrow cocked. “Yeah everyone’s gone.” In an instant Billy grabbed your waist and pushed you up against the shower wall. A gasp left you and you stared at him stunned before he leaned in and said, “Good. I’ve been waiting to fuck you since you walked in today.” His lips attached themselves to your neck and his hips thrust up into yours, keeping you pinned to the wall.
You could feel his bulge in his shorts as he thrust up against you, making your stomach tighten up every time he did. Your hand found its way to his bicep and squeezed at it as his mouth made its way to your chest that was exposed from your bathing suit. Billy sucked a bruise into your skin and looked up at you before he yanked one of the straps on your arm down to expose one of your breast. “Oh fuck!” You moaned as his warm mouth took your nipple past his lips.
Billy loved to take his time with you, especially on your breasts he really loved to mark them up and make you a whiny moaning mess with his mouth on them. He bit lightly on your nipple and pulled away to blow some air on it, the cold air sent shivers through your whole body and your head fell back against the shower wall. “Billy please! Stop teasing me.” You whimpered and snuck your other hand down to palm his cock through his shorts, causing Billy to groan and thrust into your hand.
“What makes you think you can tease me baby…hmm?” Billy grabs your waist and spins you around so your front is pressed against the wall, his own body pressing into your back. A loud smack is heard echoing through the locker room and you jump as he smacks your ass. He pauses before delivering another one and giving you another ‘hmm’ and you whine out his name. “Gonna fuck you know baby girl.”
You nodded and watched with your head turned as Billy pulled his shorts down just enough for his cock to be free and his hands grabbed your hips to pull them back towards him. Your back was arched and he gave your ass one more spank before yanking your bathing suit to the side. He ran two fingers through your pussy and hummed as he felt how wet you were for him. “So wet for me baby…” Billy brought his hand up to your mouth and you instantly took his fingers past your lips and sucked them clean, earning a smug chuckle from him.
You felt the tip of his cock tease at your entrance a few times and moaned around his fingers when he finally thrust into you hard. He paused for only a moment to give you a second to adjust before he thrust again filling you to the brim. His thrusts were hard and fast, his hand resting next to your head and his other had moved to wrap around your waist. The smack of his hips against your ass and the sound of your moans bounced off the grey walls and you thanked the heavens that no one was still around.
Suddenly the spray of the shower caught your attention and you were engulfed in the cold spray of water. It only lasted cold for a few minutes before it started to heat up, the water adding another form of heat to your body as Billy fucked up into you. “Fuck y/n you feel so good around me baby girl, so tight and warm I bet all the boys who stare at you dream they could fuck you like this.” He groaned and snapped his hips up hard into you.
“Imagine what your daddy would think if he knew you were fucking the baddest guy in town.” Billy whispered in your ear making you gasp.
His hand moved to your front and you felt his fingers find your clit, the feeling of him rubbing you and his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you making you feel dizzy. His words in your ear were getting filthier and filthier, “imagine how mad all the other boys would be if they knew your pretty pussy belonged to me” and his thrusts getting harder and deeper with every whine that left your mouth. You knew Billy loved to whirl you up with his dirty talk but you also knew just how to get him going right back.
You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and Billy’s thrusts were getting a little more drawn out. “You gonna cum for me baby? I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock… whose pussy does is it baby?” He said as his hand made its way up your back and rested on the back of your neck. The next words out of your mouth were a complete surprise and made both of you still.
“It’s your pussy daddy.”
Your head turned to the side to try to get a look at his face but his hand wrapped in your hair and pulled your head back as he thrust up hard into you. “Say it again sweetheart, I didn’t quite hear you.” His voice was rough in your ear and his thrusts were quicker and harder than before. “Fuck! It’s your pussy daddy!!” You let out a small scream at another smack to your ass and his hand tightened in your hair. “Good girl, that’s right that’s my pussy. Are you going to cum for daddy pretty girl?”
It only took a few more hard thrusts from Billy before you fell over the edge and came hard. “Oh fuck yes! Billy!!” Your hands balled up into fists against the wet wall and your eyes snapped shut, your thighs shaking as he continued to fuck into you. You whined out his name when his fingers rubbing on your clit became too much. Billy wasn’t far behind you as his name falling repeatedly from your lips made it hard for him to focus on anything else.
“Cum for me daddy, please?” You whimpered to him and he gave you a few more hard thrusts before he stilled and you felt him cum, a loud groan filling his chest and making your pussy clench around him which earned you another groan.
Billy pressed his body into the back of yours as the two of you tried to regain your breath, one of his hands grabbing yours against the wall. You didn’t notice until you shiver that the water had turned cold and Billy laughed, pulling out of you and turning the water off. He handed you a towel and smirked as you turned around fixing your bathing suit strap, and you looked down at the few purple bruises on your tits.
“You’re such a boy Hargrove, put your dick away and lets go have a smoke and take a drive.” Grabbing his Hawkins pool sweatshirt and your shorts, you winked at him and made your way out to finish locking everything up. Billy grabbed his stuff from the open locker and made his way after you, patting his pockets for his lighter but stopped dead when he saw you leaning against his Camaro with a cig past your lips and lighter in hand. Billy Hargrove was truly fucked when it came to the Mayors daughter.
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𝟯𝟴. “𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵” + 𝟰𝟳. “𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?” | 𝗸𝘁𝗵
pairing: kim taehyung x reader; genre: tooth-rotting fluff you have been warned, established relationship; words: 1.5k
Part of the ‘100 ways to say I love you’ drabbles. Requests for these are currently OPEN
Groggily, you blinked open your eyes. Your bedroom slid into focus, the sunlight streaming in through the window. Groaning, you sat up, cracking your back and turning to check your phone which was sitting on your bedside table. It flashed 6:30 am.
Pushing your blanket off, you shivered as the cold air hit your bare feet. You got out of bed and shuffled into your bathroom. Brushing your teeth and washing your face while still half-asleep, you hummed a tune you’d been hearing on the radio recently. Feeling slightly more awake, you made your way out of your room and into the kitchen.
Sighing, you checked your cabinets – you only had cereal left – a grocery run was in order later today. The apartment was quiet, and you sat down at the island and poured yourself a bowl of cereal, relishing in such a rarity. Your eyes wandered to the wall next to your little kitchenette, a small smile forming on your lips, mouth still full of cheerios.
Your boyfriend, and current roommate, the one and only Kim Taehyung had taken the liberty to spend far too much money on a polaroid camera and some film and had printed out an unnecessary amount of photos to hang up on your living room wall. You had to hand it to Taehyung to commit to the aesthetic though, for even you admitted the pictures looked cute. They varied from photos of you and your friends, to solo candid photos of you he’d felt like taking, to photos of you and him on various outings. There were several pictures of Taehyung’s little Pomeranian dog, Yeontan, who you were convinced he loved more than you.
Taehyung had crashed into your life like a whirlwind – literally. He’d rammed into you right outside the café you’d always frequent, a full cup of iced americano in one hand, successfully ruining your favorite dress shirt and breaking the glasses he’d been wearing all in a matter of seconds. He’d spent the next twenty minutes squinting at you and apologizing and you’d spent them cursing at him.
The next day he’d waited for you outside the café, a brand-new dress shirt in his hand. It had taken a few more chance encounters on campus for the two of you to stumble into a somewhat friendship, and then a few more for him to one day shyly ask you out.
And now here you two were, some half a decade later, still attached at the hip. You had to admit, when you’d said yes to the handsome boy with the wide smile, you hadn’t expected it to turn serious, and you sure as hell hadn’t expected to move in together. But things happen, and you’re glad they do. If you’re the strong ocean wave approaching the shore at full speed, then Taehyung is a rock, standing tall and strong for you to crash into. He grounded you, the calm to your frenzy. His easy-going outlook on life had managed to soothe you.
The man in question was currently away on a business trip. Taehyung’s love for photography had landed him in the wedding business where he worked as a professional photographer. He was away at some destination wedding and you cursed at him for enjoying some beautiful island with wide beaches and hot climates while you slaved away at your nine-to-five office job in the freezing cold and rainy weather.
As if on cue, your phone rang, vibrating harshly against the kitchen island. A familiar boxy grin lit up the screen and you chuckled. Speak of the devil.
“Huwwo?” you said, mouth full of breakfast.
“Lemme guess, honey nut cheerios?” came Taehyung’s familiar voice. You hastily swallowed down your food.
“Leave me and my cheerios out of this Kim,” you warned. You heard him chuckle on the other end, the familiar sound making your toes warm. You missed him.
“Hey its not my fault you chose to enjoy the most disgusting cereal in the world.” He said, voice tinged with amusement.
“Shut the fuck up you fruit loop freak” you snapped. Taehyung mock gasped. “Bitch you know they’re pure sugar!”
“And what of it!” he yelled back. You couldn’t help it, you laughed. You picked up your now empty bowl of cereal and dumped it in the sink.
“How’s the wedding?” you asked, walking into your living room and collapsing on the couch. You had a few minutes to spare before you absolutely had to get ready for work.
“Horrendous,” he replied. “Today, the groom tripped during a shoot and face-planted in the sand. Some even went into his mouth.” You let out a loud guffaw.
“What’s so horrendous about that?! That’s hilarious.”
“I know, I couldn’t help it – I laughed at him and he told me to shut up.” You could hear the pout in Taehyung’s voice.
“How dare he! I like your laugh – let me fly over there and give him a piece of my mind!” you said, trying to sound threatening. You heard Taehyung laugh on the other end and grinned. He really did have a nice laugh.
“No need no need, I’m due back in three days anyway,” he said conversationally. “Oh right – did you get my letter?”
“Your letter?” you asked incredulously. “You wrote a letter?”
“Just a postcard,” he said airily.
“Why?!”
“I felt like it! Do you realize that the digital world has rendered old school methods of communicating obsolete?”
“I’m aware,” you said mildly. “No, I haven’t received your letter. Shocker! Considering post is atrociously slow and tends to get lost.”
“Have faith in the system!” he yelled. “I think you’ll get it soon – I wrote and sent it two days ago.” You sighed. Taehyung really did know how to commit to the aesthetic. This was such a Taehyung thing to do you weren’t even surprised anymore.
“Fine I’ll wait for it. But hey – I must get dressed for work. The ceremony is tomorrow right? Send me a cute picture!” you said, standing up. “TEXT it.” You added.
“You want a picture of the bride and groom?” he asked, curious. You pretended to contemplate.
“I wouldn’t mind. But I really want a picture of the guy they hired to take all the photos.”
“Hmmm, and why is that?”
“I’ve been told he’s drop dead gorgeous, and I just wanted to see for myself.”
“Is that so? Well I’ll keep that in mind.”
Laughing, you bid him a goodbye, tossed your phone aside and rushed around getting dressed for the day. Emerging from your room fully dressed, you grabbed your bag and started to head out when you noticed a pile of mail had been slipped in through the slot in your door. Remembering what your boyfriend had said, you leaned over and checked.
Sure enough, there was a postcard, or really it was a photograph. It was a picture of Taehyung in swimming shorts, looking heavily sunburnt standing on a beach, his arms spread wide. He’d scrawled the words ‘SEAS THE DAY’ next to himself in the sand. Grinning, you stared. Was that it? He’d said he’d written you a letter.
Without really thinking too much about it, you turned it over, moving to put it and the other mail on the kitchen island before heading out, before you noticed words on the back of the photo as well. You blinked, reading and re-reading the question he’d printed neatly on the back of the photo. Your world spun for a second before you were reaching for your phone and dialing the only number you had ever bothered to memorize.
“Hello?” Taehyung answered, sounding sheepish.
“If this had really gotten lost somewhere, what were you gonna do?” you asked him shakily.
“I’d have asked you in person of course,” He answered promptly. “Are you gonna answer me now? Or write a letter with your answer back? Because I really don’t think I’ll get it before I lea-” but you cut him off.
“Yes.” You said, and there was a rather pregnant pause on the other end.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“Yes.” You repeated, your tone final. Another pause.
“Ok, but we’d need to search for another photographer for it. Since you know, I’ll be occupied elsewhere.” His tone was serious, but you could hear the happiness in his voice. He was smiling.
“Shut up Tae,” you mumbled, trying to stop yourself from crying and laughing at the same time. Taehyung laughed.
“Go to work little chick,” he said warmly. “I’ll see you in three days and then we can make it Facebook official.”
“Oh my god you are such a dork.” You said, choking on a small sob.
“But you love me!” he reminded. And you had to agree.
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What tyepes and how elves do you have in your homebrew d&d??! Like the worldbuilding is huge, and hope I don't bother you by asking.
I don’t mind the questions, honestly! But be ready for an INCREDIBLY long read because I love elves and I might as well go into detail with them, and most of the information and brain thoughts can be found under the read more!
Anyway, I have 3 different realms. Manala, which is my Homebrew D&D world, The “It’s an Odd Kind of Fairytale Universe” which... is my webcomic’s universe (I still haven’t named the realm OTL) and Ozarathan, which is the Elf Only Universe.
Manala is the one I’ll focus on since you asked D&D homebrew but I’ll touch on the other two as well. Ozarathan’s elf types are a mix between the Manala and IAOKOFT elves but with SOME differences.
Now... onto my D&D elves!
Manala has 10 types of elves. Here, we have 9 pictured, and those are the actual playable races. I’ll get to the last ones once I’ve explained these ones!
Manala has 2 categories of elves. True Elves and False Elves. False Elves are Wood Elves and Sea Elves, the rest are all True Elves. The reason for this categorization is that Wood Elves came to be when Eladrin mixed with Amali (beastfolk, essentially kemonomimi) and Sea Elves came to be when Eladrin mixed with Triton. They have plenty of elven blood, but they’re removed enough that they have their own cultures and are not as afflicted by The Hunt as True Elves are.
The Hunt is something all True Elves suffer from and it’s an innate bloodthirst. Elves on Manala are incredibly unhinged, especially Eladrin and Shadar Kai, who were the first Elves to be created onto Manala, and Shadar Kai especially just tend to start eating prey while it’s still alive. The others at least have the decency to kill the thing before starting to eat it. Most elves enjoy raw meat, and if it’s still warm from the hunt that’s even better.
That being said, High Elves (so Sun Elves, Moon Elves and Drow) try to move away from being so overcome by the Hunt that they immerse themselves into practising the arts, and most modern High Elves don’t even experience the Hunt anymore... unless they actually go out to hunt. Which they don’t, because they either raise livestock or assign certain individuals to hunt so that not everyone turns into chaotic bloodthirsty morons. Sea Elves have no remnants of The Hunt, and Wood Elves experience it in a completely different way. They don’t revel in the kill, they revel in the hunt itself and a hunting party can spend weeks away from home tracking down some kind of behemoth, running it ragged until it dies from stress.
True Elves also have mostly matriarchal societies, and most men dress in very revealing ways. Piercings and Tattoos are common across all True Elves, and preference of Fabric depends on region and subrace, with High Elves and Eladrin enjoying silken and loose flowing fabrics that move well, and Shadar Kai preferring leathers and wool to fight away the harsh cold of the Shadowfell.
Now... onto more specific explanations of the races!
Shadar Kai. Shadar Kai are one of the two Original Races of Elves. They were created alongside Eladrin, and at first were put into the Material Plane before the Creators decided to split the Material plane into 3, which resulted in the creation of the Shadowfell and Feywilds. Shadar Kai are definitely the most unpredictable of the elves, The Hunt is incredibly strong in them, and as such they get very distracted by that need to go out and kill some poor beast. Because of this, the Shadowfell is relatively safe where Elven societies exist, pretty much anything that’s deemed a danger is ripped apart. Their Shadowfell sister-race, the Shadow Orcs, keep them at an arm’s distance, but even if there’s surface bickering, but the two races are very close and if a larger enemy comes, the two team up and their combined forces easily dispatch any dangers.
Shadar Kai are the largest of all the elves. Stronger, more ferocious, and definitely way more extreme. Their society employs very Art Deco styles, unlike the other Elves who prefer the more fluid Art Nouveau looking styles. Shadar Kai have tons of piercings, and as they come of age, they get large geometric tattoos that cover their entire bodies to separate the youngins from adults. Shadar Kai do not have very colourful natural colours. Their eyecolour ranges from all tones from white to black, and occasionally very pale colours of any kind. Their Sclera tends to range from grey to black. Skintones range from black to white, and this is true for their hair too. The exception is with Ghost Shadar Kai, who are born pure white except for their sclera, and the result is a very jarring humanoid. They have feathery growths adorning their skin, mostly on the face, but down the back, on the shoulders and neck, as well as forearms is also common.
Up next are the Eladrin, who are really crazy and obviously very very horny because they ended up creating the false elves all on their own. They’re native to the Feywild, but very often travel to the Material Plane, so Eladrin are much more common than Shadar Kai. Like their Shadowfell counterparts, they have growths as well, but it ranges wildly from individual to individual, and even their season.
Eladrin can be pretty much any colour, and often have skin markings. They’re a colourful bunch. Eladrin men tend to be VERY ostentatious, and the less actually properly covering their skin, the better. But don’t let the bright colours, horniness and smaller size distract you, because the Eladrin are only marginally better than Shadar Kai when it comes to dealing with the Hunt. They’re a bunch of party animals but will definitely rip your throat out if they feel threatened.
Surface High Elves are the best at taking care of their Hunt instinct, and actually have it so under wraps that they have extensive cities filled with so much art of all kind that they make other races forget that Elves are actually nuts. Surface High Elves developed after certain clans of Eladrins began losing their connections to the Feywild after spending extensive amounts of time on the Material Plane.
(Elerath isn’t a Sun Elf but he presents himself as such)
The men dress a LITTLE more sensibly, but the sheer variety of High Elf fashion can lead to some... weird clothing choices. Surface High Elves don’t have the jewel tone range of their Eladrin cousins, but still come in all kinds of skintones, hair colours and eye colours. They do not have any growths of any kind, and actually have super soft skin! (poking elf cheeks is super satisfying) The main difference between Sun and Moon Elves is mostly their colour schemes and sleep cycles. Sun Elves are diurnal, Moon elves are nocturnal.
Drow developed from an offshoot of Surface High Elves when they travelled into the Underdark to protect the Surface from Aberrations that had started migrating to the surface and causing chaos. Unlike canon Drow, Drow on Manala are not as bad with their overwhelming misandry and the whole “treating men like garbage” thing doesn’t exist. They’re still strongly matriarchal, and men are held to a different standard, but in a completely different way. Drow men are THE most beautiful group of elves in the entire world, and most high ranking ladies have harems of handsome men who they protect with such overwhelming ferocity that it almost rivals that of Shadar Kai. So I guess Drow men still get the short end of the stick but hey, at least they get pampered?? (But if you’re a handsome man, your chances of getting out into the world is... almost nil)
The Drow are zealous worshipers of The Spider, the Archfey of Weaving, Protection and Good Fortune, and due to this, they work in tandem with various Drider, who in this setting are natural Fey creatures, not drow dudes who fucked up a weird and complicated ritual. (Can you tell that I hate canon Drow culture? Because I really do. Drow have such great potential so here I am, turning things on its head)
Drow skintones range from white to charcoal, and sometimes have a slight purple tone. Eye colours tend to be jewel tones, but yellows, oranges and greens are very uncommon. Hair ranges from white to black, but can also be bright purple. The exception is with ghost drow, who are pure white. Even their pupils are difficult to distinguish from their iris so they look super jarring.
Wood Elves are a fun bunch. They don’t mingle with other elves as much, not do they associate with Amali much, but they have good relations with both. Most Wood Elf cities are hidden from the world at large since they tend to just keep to themselves and protect nature from other races, and to protect the other races from whatever lurks in the forest.
They have ears with extra lobes attached, and many also have fur on the tips and the back of the ears. Some individuals even have furry manes that run down their spines! Their colours are basically any shade of brown you can imagine. They span the entire human gamut, also include greys, and sometimes are a little too yellow or red toned to be completely right. They also sometimes have stripes or spots on their skins!
Then there’s the Sea Elves! Unlike other elves, Sea Elves are not mammalian. They lack breasts, and their young can eat fish pretty much as soon as they’re born. Sea Elf Babies are born very small, but more developed and take a while longer to get to their adult sizes since Sea Elves are quite large when it comes to elves. They have patches of scales on their skin, and gills. They can breathe both above and underwater, and most large Sea Elf societies are underwater, built into cliffs by the coast
Any colour a fish is, they can be. As such, Sea Elves are seen as very striking individuals if they come from more tropical seas, and they become very sought after courtesans.
Elves in general are really horny. Unlike most media where elves are seen as aloof and standoffish and holier-than-thou because of their beauty and long lifespans, on Manala, ALL elf subraces are pretty easy to seduce. They enjoy the attention, and as a result, the entire realm is filled with half-elves of ALL kinds of mixtures. Also, gender is so fluid in elven society. An Elf picks how they present themselves and because of the ease at which magic is available, they can sculpt their bodies to fit how they wish to be seen. Elves said Trans Rights.
Now... there’s one type of elf I didn’t touch on, and those are the Aetherians. The Aetherians don’t play much of a role on Manala because they’ve actually left. Aetherians are essentially Space Elves and they have WEIRD crazy powers. They’re the creators of the realm, but after they deemed their newest project complete enough, they left. Well. Most of them did. Two of them remain in the Realm but I’m not going to reveal their identities.
Aetherians are HUGE. They’re like. 9-10 feet tall, and have geometric grooves in their skin that glow. They also have floating crowns of shards above their heads. They’re a mystery, and were involved in the creation of the world, but aside from that almost nothing is known of them.
So uhhh yeah. Those are my D&D elves.
I’ll add a little bonus section of the Ozarathan Elves here as well because that’s fun:
I haven’t finished drawing the lineup so the anatomy is whack on some of these here’s a general idea of their sizes??
(Also in IAOKOFT) The Solarians – slightly scorched skin, tanned, warm grey/brownish sclera, live in high mountains, art deco style, very isolationist.
(Also in IAOKOFT) The Umbrals - Reskinned Manala Shadar Kai and Ghost Shadar Kai, cousins to Umbrals, very similar aesthetics
The Vokorians- Reskinned Manala Wood Elves. They have the same fluffy ears but also have tails.
The Hush-Hush – Reskinned Manala Drow and Ghost Drow, but also have tails.
The Maritimians- Scaled Skin in parts, fins and gills, often have tails. Freshwater and Saltwater varieties exist.
(Also in IAOKOFT) The Zephyrians- Elves with small wings. Often have feathering on their bodies, and also have feathered tails. Live in moving cities that get moved by the wind. Nomadic.
(Also in IAOKOFT) The Uzarians- High Elves, the most typical elves.
(Also in IAOKOFT) The Duneriders- Desert elves. Grey sclera, dark skin, have marks, offshoot of Solarians, but have rounded highly mobile ears.
#D&D#Elves#Homebrew D&D#The World of Malana#The World of Ozarathan#Enjoy this GIANT MASTERPOST OF ELVES!!!
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