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padscomm · 3 months

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safe place

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, mention of suicides, abusive household and also scream 5+6 au bc why not?!

a/n; IM ALIVE !! I'm so busy, school is shit broo

it was sunday, it meant it was cleaning time. but, you were to focused on studying that you forgot to clean the house.

you checked the time, and you realized, that your father was coming home soon. you panicked, and quickly started cleaning your room.

your father was an abusive alcoholic, it was a suprise. an loving caring man turning into an abusive alcoholic, when your mother died.

he didn't bother going to therapy, instead he started drinking and started doing drugs. when he's tired, he takes his anger out on you, when he's in a bad mood he takes it out on you.

he poured out his anger always at you, you didn't know why. you would always be hiding in the closet, filled with bruises from him. trying to hold your tear's, it was always hard. you've never told anyone about the abusive and toxic household you were in.

you were a joyful person, filled with sunshine but personally, no one ever knew you that well. except for your girlfriend; Tara Carpenter.

you heard the door creaking, you weren't even halfway done cleaning with your room and you still had a few rooms to clean. you were scared, you didn't have a way out.

you decided to hide in the closet, where you always do. you were scared for dear god, you were scared what he will do to you. your tear's streaming down on your face.

you heard a scream, “Y/N!! How come you still didn't clean the house?!” it was filled with anger, your heart is beating fast, you are scared. sweating intensely.

hearing footsteps from the stairs, and through the hallway’s of your bedroom. you prayed to dear god, to not hurt you. “y/n, i know you’re in there.” he say's, opening the door of your bedroom.

you had no way out. you heard him investigating every area.

he opened the closet door, “there you are.” he says, grabbing you from your wrist, tightly. “dad stop please! I'm sorry, I was so carried away—” you didn't have time to speak, he punched you so hard on the face.

that your nose started bleeding, “you really think I'm gonna believe you? you lying son of a fuckin bitch.” you were down on your knees, crying.

The next day

it was a good Monday morning for tara. she was awoken by her sister, sam. she got up from her bed and started making it, then after that she check's her phone if she received a message from you, but sadly she didn't.

it was something off, she chat's you again, asking if you were okay.

· my baby ; hey, are you okay y/n? im worried sick, text me back as soon as you can. hope you're okay mylove! I love you

timeskip at school

“hey guys, have you seen y/n? she hasn't texted me back.” tara said, worried about you. “look's like an overprotective girlfriend is worried about her troublemaker girlfriend.” mindy jokes, tara didn't find her funny, and just glared at her.

“oh there’s y/n!" anika pointed, she ran after her. “she seem's off today, its just not me who thinks she's off today? right?” mindy stated, the others agreed with her. usually, you would hangout with the friend group but this day, you didn't.

you went straight to class, it was unusual for them. you saw anika running towards you, but you decided to walk more faster so she wouldn't catch you.

once you entered inner part of the school, you saw anika not chasing you anymore. you were glad. you had a long oversized hoodie, covering your body and bruises. you went straight to class with the oversized hoodie on you, even tho it was hot as fuck.

after first period, you went to second period. not even bothering to check up on your girlfriend. you were just not in the mood to talk to anyone today. you just wanted peace, and alone time with yourself.

not until second period started, you realized that you and anika were seatmates. you and anika are bestfriends, she worries about you alot.

you sat down to anika, avoiding eye contact with her. “hey y/n, why are you avoiding us?” anika asked, but you didn't answer. anika wasn't really comfortable with your silence, since you were always loud and energetic.

she kept asking you questions but you didn't answer once. second period ended and it was third, you continued to third period with talking to any of your friends or even anyone.

after third, it was lunch break. you didn't have the appetite to eat. so you skipped it, and hid at the rooftop, listening to music peacefully and doing your work.

“y/n didn't talk to me in 2nd period, I don't know why tho, I think something's off about her.” tara looked at anika, “you should go check up on your girlfriend, tar.” liv suggested, but even tara didn't know where you were.

“ill go check up on her at the end of classes.” mindy really thinks tara is a bad girlfriend.

more timeskip

it was time to go home. you didn't go home yet, you were at the rooftop, smoking. it was peaceful, and calming for you. no disturbance.

not until you heard the door open, you put out your cigarette as fast as you can. you saw tara, looking worried sick at you. “y/n, are you okay? you didn't talk to us for the whole day, tell me everything, I'm willing to listen y/n.”

she says, pulling the sleeves of yours “and why are you wearing a jacket it's so—" you quickly took your arm away from her. she saw what she saw, bruises, blood streaming down your arms.

she was in disbelief, “im so sorry tara, i didn't mean to freak you out. I know I'm a bad girlfriend, you can leave me because of my weirdness and my bruises and scars—" she hugged you tightly, “im not gonna leave you y/n. I love you, and that's what matters. can you tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not comfortable.”

you sighed. you needed to tell her the truth, to gain trust. and you did, she was in pure disbelief and shock. she comforted you, and made you more safer.

“i think i should go home, my dad will be mad at me.” you said, but tara didn't let you go. “stay with me for a few days, ill get you help.” those words from tara, was enough to make you tear up.

“dont cry now, baby. stay with me, you'll be more safer.” you didn't care anymore, you wanted to be free with tara.

once tara and you arrived at her house, you were greeted by sam. death staring you, “hey tara, who've you got there?” sam asked, “this is my girlfriend ive been telling you about.” you blushed at her words, she's been talking about you?

“by the way y/n, can you go upstairs. you know my room already.” tara said, she didn't tell sam that you've been sneaking inside their household. “why is there red stuff on her sleeves?” sam was curious. tara explained the whole situation to her.

sam felt bad for you, the two carpenter's will be doing their best getting you help.

after a conversation with sam, tara went up to her room. she saw you, laying down peacefully. “hey let's get you cleaned up, okay?” you nodded, and got up from the bed.

she guides you to her bathroom and sat you down on the sink, she took your hoodie off, and saw all the bruises you had. bruises everywhere, “more bruises down on your legs?” you nodded.

“can i take them off?” she asks for your permission, “go ahead.” she takes of your pants, slowly and lightly. she was shocked with all the bruises that you dad gaved.

“thats alot. let's start with your wrists.” she wiped off all the blood, until there was no more flowing. and rolls the comforting bandage around your arms.

working one by one on the bruises, she stayed up just to get you cleaned.

at the end of the day, it was the two of you lying in bed. “i love you so much, tara.” you said, burying your face onto her neck.

“i always love you more, my love. soon your dad will be in prison.” she reassure's you, and before going to sleep, she kissed you forehead lightly, and kissed you lips passionately.

“tara, what if attempted suicide one day?” you said, out of the blue. it was a suprise, “of course my life will be empty. i cannot live without you. i love you more than everything, if you have a problem, come talk to me okay?” you smiled at her.

she was tired already, “im going to sleep na. im so tired, mahal.”

“goodnight my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend! i love you.”

“goodnight tara, i love you too. sweet dreams.”

“thank you for taking care of me.” you mumbled, “your welcome.

a/n; this is shit

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sugurusluts · 1 year

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Zuko x mercenary!reader -part one

Do people still read Zuko x reader fics?

Mostly for my own amusement bc Zukos adorable- longer than my usual stuff! ♡︎

Warnings: none

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They had followed our little gang around the world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine they’d track Aang here, but they didn’t seem in any mood to strike.

I couldn’t help but feel defensive of the kingdom, even if the two were doing nothing but serving tea. I worked as a mercenary for whatever town seemed to need assistance. Despite not knowing any form of bending, I had connections, and that made me an asset.

Having worked around this place more times than I could count, I knew almost everyone. Most of everyone around town were good people, the type to invite you over for dinner just for giving them a hand in the fields.

Knowing someone like Zuko was around them made me uneasy, that was until Iroh approached me.

“Ah, a mercenary! What mercenary wouldn’t want to help a poor frail old man?” He whined dramatically, from behind me.

“Iroh” my hand tightened on my sword, I assumed there was an unspoken rule that neither group would bother eachother if they truly wanted to live in peace. Maybe I misread this dynamic?

“Good to see you too Y/N, you can losen your grip, im not here to fight you. I couldn’t care less about the Avatar, you know that”

I tilted my head in confusion, what else would he be here for? I couldn’t bring myself to believe he was now a hard working humble business man.

“Would you mind talking to me for just a minute, I’ll make it worth your while” he grinned, holding out a few gold coins he scrounged out of his pockets.

I caved from curiosity, following him as he walked me through a crowd, far away from his new little shop, leading me to a small alley.

“So..why did we have to go to an alleyway for this? Are you gonna mug me?”

“No such thing, I actually have a job for you”

I scoffed, the fuck made him think I’d want to take work from him? I turned on my heel, disappointed at the lack of information he gave me.

“Zuko’s lonely!”

I stopped in my tracks, turning back to Iroh, dumbfounded.

“Zuko’s lonely?”

“Painfully so, you know how hard it is to watch my nephew be such an introvert at his age?”

I rolled my eyes, “what does any of this have to do with me exactly?”

“Well, you could possibly help the poor boy out, couldn’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking you to ask him on a date”

“…”

Jesus fucking Christ he can’t be serious right now.

“You want me to ask the guy who’s tried to kill my friend more times than I can count on a date?”

“Precisely!”

“…Iroh, I’m not a prostitute, I’m not asking Zuko out for cash. He wouldn’t even agree to it either, he’d recognize me.”

The man sighed, pulling out a fabric bag filled to the brim with gold coins. God Zuko was a lost cause.

“Lay on the charm, and maybe he will!”

He dropped the bag in my hand, holy shit was it heavy..

“…fine”

I never thought I’d end up asking Zuko, the fire lords son out on a date, but here we are.

I sauntered into the tea shop, greeting locals as I made my way to where Zuko was pouring.

Carefully filling the cup, he didn’t notice as I leaned against the counter he was behind. I rested my chin in my hands, looking him up and down.

It has been quite a while since I saw him last, longer hair suited him.

When he finally noticed me, he took a double take, stumbling while trying to hold the cup steady.

“…Y/N..?” He asked almost timidly, as if he didn’t want to believe I was standing infront of him.

“Hey, you remember my name, aren’t you sweet?”

He went quiet, still staring at me as if he was seeing a ghost. He pushed past me, going to deliver tea to a table. What a good little worker.

He returned to where I was standing, starting to wash dishes, ignoring my presence.

“What’s your name?”

“..what?”

“Your name, you’re not still going by Zuko here are you?”

He flinched as I used his real name, his eyes flicking between mine and his dishes.

“..Lee. Why are you here?”

“Can’t I visit my favorite prince?”

He stiffened at the praise. “…are you planning on fighting me?”

“No, the opposite actually”

He furrowed his eyebrows in a surprisingly cute fashion.

“Going from Avatar hunter to waiter must be a real boring change of pace for you, huh?”

He didn’t answer, still washing dishes.

“How about you let me make it more interesting for you?”

“..what?”

“I’m asking you out Lee”

He didn’t say anything to that. He simply blinked comedically, his eyes wide.

I gave him time, I wasn’t going to rush him. Iroh did not have the same curtsy.

“Ah welcome to our Shop miss, what tea do you fancy?”

“..I’m not the biggest fan of tea, I’m here because I fancy something else”

Zukos face turned an impossible shade of red, I thought steam may come out of ears if I kept this up.

“Oh? And what are you referring to?” Iroh couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Your nephew of course”

“Oh! Well a night out couldn’t hurt, right Lee?”

He whipped his head back and forth between his uncle and I in disbelief.

“Uncle, you know who this is don’t you?!”

Iroh studied me up and down.

“A humble mercenary looking for a date?”

“You’re exactly right” I smiled knowingly at Iroh, despite him technically being my enemy this exchange was a little fun.

“I don’t see why not Lee! Aren’t they cute?” Iroh gestured to me as if this was completely normal.

“Yeah Lee, aren’t I cute?” *i lean over the counter, invading his personal space.

Poor thing was absolutely floored as he whipped his head between me and Iroh trying to figure out if he was the weird one for being suspicious.

“If this is some sort of ploy to-“ he glares me, but it’s hard to take him seriously with such a red face.

“-I’ll pay for dinner, alright? All you have to do is have fun and look pretty. How about I come back at 7?” I didn’t know I had this much game until now. Why wasn’t I using this power for good before?

“The Shop will be closed by then, no reason to decline” Iroh looks up at his flustered nephew. How long would it take for the poor boy to crack?

“..fine..if you’re not here by exactly seven, I’m not going”

What a brat.. this was going to be an interesting date.

“I’ll be on time, don’t worry your pretty little head. I have business to attend to, I’ll be seeing you Lee” I wink at him, amused at how..affection starved he seemed.

He spun back around, his back facing me, but I could see the blush on his face starting to reach his neck..

Iroh was going to owe me much more than a bag of coins for this.

#zuko #zuko avatar #zuko smut #zuko x reader #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #general iroh #fem reader #male reader #nb reader #x reader

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brodieland · 1 month

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 I'd let her light me on Fire ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader Synopsis: Instead of 7th wheeling Leo goes toward the beach, but sees a strange girl with a lighter ?? Warning(s): probably cursing, lemme come back tho. Word Count: 2305 A/N: this is a normal AU, no godly shit 😛 AND WE ARE NOT AT WILDERNESS SCHOOL, THE WHOLE SEVEN IS HERE. Can we start using the word dope again, idk it's kinda fire, OH AND FUGLY, bc if someone called me that???? NAHH. also im using the book characters soooo😛😛 PART 2

Being sent away from foster home to foster home wasn't a foreign idea to Leo. When he was younger he'd been sent to 5 different (abusive) homes and ran away from all of them. So when he was sent to the one place he couldn't run away from, a boarding school, safe to say he was nervous. When Leo walked into the common room to his dorm, it was so much nicer than most of his older homes to say the least.

Shortly after arriving, he met his 3 other roommates Jason, Frank and Percy. For the first month of their sophomore year, Leo was slightly on edge, ready to bounce at a moments notice, but after about two months the three finally broke the shell Leo put up and became close, if not best, friends. Plus, Leo barely ever felt like a 7th wheel when their girlfriends Piper, Hazel and Annabeth were around.

And just as fast as it started, sophomore year ended and the group decided to take a road trip to the down to California all the way from New York. Nice time at the beach, dipping his toes in the sand, yeah, that sounded nice to Leo. So they all packed up and got settled in Leo's Volkswagen van (he got it because he liked scooby doo), and were off. The trip took 5 days, but they finally made it to the amazing beaches of Los Angelos.

"Please tell me we're here," Hazel groaned. She got motion sick pretty bad.

"Yup, the amazing city of Los Angelos," Leo yawned as he motioned toward the city in front of him. Except there wasn't much to see. It was nearing 2AM and the only people left on the streets were drunk stragglers leaving the clubs, probably going to other parties.

"I'll go get our room," Piper said as she dragged her feet over to the hotel's reception desk. Jason grabbed both of their bags and followed her inside.

"Can we just fly next time, this wasn't very comfortable," Frank was stretching out, but he was a pretty big dude so it wasn't the best stretch ever.

"With what money Frank," Annabeth asked. "We don't just have 200 bucks just laying around, plus extra for the room we got."

"Yeah that's like, my life's savings right now," Percy groaned. Was he even alive back there?

"It was just a suggestion."

"Guys grab your stuff, our rooms ready," Piper returned. The group grabbed their things and headed to their suite. It had a living room, kitchen, two separate rooms, and a bathroom of course. Since it was just the two rooms they split off into girls and boys just like back at school. They hadn't even bothered unpacking before passing out onto the comfy beds (they haven't slept in a comfortable bed since school).

The next day, the other six decided to let Leo sleep in after being the designated driver throughout the whole trip. Leo rolled over and checked his phone,

[13:24]

'Holy shit,' he thought. He was more tired than he thought. Leo went through his phone and saw a text from Piper saying,

'we're over by the beach for whenever u wake up'

Leo wasn't gonna sit through some FOMO and quickly got dressed in some swim trunks and ran down toward the beach. He continued walking until he found his friends. It was pretty easy to spot them when Percy picked up Annabeth and made a run for it to the water, she was screaming just a lil bit.

"Hey Leo, catch," Hazel through him a sandwich, knowing he skipped breakfast and made his way here as fast as he could.

Leo took a bite, and retracted knowing the sandwich was not for him, "yeah no this is def Piper's." He wrapped it back up and acted like he never took the bite and just grabbed another one.

"Finally your awake," Jason said as he made his way back from the salty water.

"Yeah, thought you were gonna sleep in all day," Piper said from next to him.

"Well next time we're taking turns driving then," Leo took a bite from his sandwich, this one for sure had some meat in it.

"We suggested it but you were all like 'no no, this car is my baby, blah blah blah,'" Piper was using a really high pitched voice pretending to be Leo. "'No ones allowed to drive it but me' bull, or was that our collective imagination??"

Leo rolled his eyes, immense attitude while doing it. "Lets move on shall we?"

And they moved on. The seven spent the whole day running and having fun in the water. There was chicken fights and a little drowning but nothing too serious, LOL!!! As the sun started to go down, they all made their way back to their room. Leo and Percy kept creeping up behind Jason and Frank to slap their sun burnt backs, the girls minded their business and showered and got ready for whatever they were going to do that night.

Percy planned on taking Annabeth out to eat, while Jason and Piper wanted to stay in and watch a movie. Hazel and Frank were exhausted and just went to sleep. So this left Leo with some alone time. He didn't want to stay and intrude on the couple and their movie, so he left and walked around the hotel they were staying at.

When Leo was walking down the hallways, he could've sworn he was walking through the backrooms. He made his way toward the elevator and went down stairs where everything was. The pool, the arcade and a little restaurant. Sucks almost everything closed at 8PM, but the beach was still open!!

Leo walked past the pool to head to the beach. In between the pool and beach, was a sandy area with a closed bar, some hammocks, a ping pong table, and a large kids play area. When Leo was a kid, this kind of stuff seemed like the biggest luxury, not a normal experience for lots of kids.

He went to walk past, when he saw a light spark and quickly disappear from inside the play area. Leo thought he imagined it from how quickly it went away, but then it reappeared again. Sparking his interest, he walked over to see what was making the light. When he made his way, his head just barely passed the elevated platform where he saw a girl sitting there. She was leaning against the metal bars meant to keep kids from falling while using her lighter to melt the middle bar next to her.

She was really pretty, nothing about her was too crazy or outlandish, but the way her hair framed her face, or the way her lips curved up slightly when the lighter went off, or maybe the glow in her eyes, but something about her just couldn't let Leo look away. Though she was also slowly melting a kids jungle gym, so maybe the it was the latter. Or the former? Whatever, Leo didn't know the difference.

"I can see you, you know," the girl said. Leo felt like a little stalker now.

"Oh um, hello."

"Whatcha doing standing there watching me?"

"I don't know, whatcha doing sitting there trying to set this thing on fire?"

"Touché," The girl smiled down at Leo. "Cmon on up stalker boy."

"Hey! I'm not a stalker," Leo retorted while climbing up the ladder the sit across this mysterious girl.

"Sure. So why you out here so late?"

"I'm kinda seventh wheeling my best buddies, but two of them are watching a movie so I gave them there space," Leo sighed. What a wingman he was, truly.

"Wow, must suck."

"Nah, not really," Leo shrugged. "So what, are you here with friends too?"

"Hm? Oh no, I'm here alone. Actually to be honest I'm not even supposed to be here, I don't even have a room." She admitted.

"What? Where are you supposed to be? Are your parents not wondering where you are or something?" The girl started laughing, making Leo more confused.

"As if, they never notice me. Only when I get in trouble at least. I was going to school around here, but I got expelled."

"Woah, someones a trouble maker. What'd you do to get expelled?"

"I got into a fight in a classroom, I don't even know why. All I know is I threw something and it broke straight through a window."

"You're a little um, aggressive. Is that good when handling fire," Leo said while pointing toward the lighter in the girls hand.

"Your bold for dissing a girl whose currently lighting a jungle gym on fire," she giggled.

"Oh cmon, you wouldn't burn me right? I thought we were starting something here," Leo joked.

"Oh really? And what, pray tell, is that?" the girl was smiling at Leo. Now he wasn't the best with girls, but he was clearly doing something right. Right?

"Um, the friendship of a lifetime?? What could be better than having a Leo Valdez in your life," he started pointed to himself with his thumbs like he was that dude.

"So that's your name." The Leo realized he never asked the girl sitting right across from him for her name.

"Are you gonna say yours, or are you gonna stay the mysterious arson girl," Leo asked.

"I don't know, I kinda like being the mysterious arson girl." She smiled and started scooting next to Leo. He thought she was gonna light him on fire, but instead she held out her hand (no lighter), "I'm Y/N."

"Leo."

"You said that already," she laughed and Leo mentally face palmed. Pretty girls had that affect on him.

"Yeah, your right."

"I normally am."

"And you're so humble about it. Anyways, you said you didn't have a room, so where do you plan on sleeping?"

"Why? Wanna join me," That caught Leo off guard for sure. "I'll find a spot, I always do."

"I mean, I have a room." Did he just offer a room to a girl whom he just met? Yes, yes he did.

She just smiled, and Leo couldn't help but feel a little warm. He knew it wasn't the fire, she hadn't lit it during the conversation, it was all him. They sat shoulder to shoulder, could she feel him slowly heating up through the conversation? "I appreciate the offer, but I'll be okay."

'Hmm, fine then." It went quiet for a second. Y/N turned so she was facing Leo, and he hadn't realized how close their faces were till right now. She sat there without moving, looking between his eyes and lips, Leo wasn't too big of a loser to know when a girl looked like she wanted to kiss you. She did in fact lean in, but to kiss his cheek.

Y/N stood up, dusting leftover sand from her sweats. "I gotta go now, maybe I'll see you around. Leo Valdez." He sat there and watched as she slid down the little slide and went off into the distance. Leo didn't move his eyes until she left his field of vision. He sat there for about an extra 15 to 20 minutes, staring at the melted mark the little arsonist left behind while listening to the sound of the ocean waves in the distance before finally heading back to the room.

When he walked back, he could've sworn everything looked more vibrant. He swiped his keycard and slowly opened the door, seeing Jason and Piper laying against each other still watching a movie, now accompanied by Percy and Annabeth.

"And where have you been," Jason asked, barely taking his eyes off the screen.

"Oh," Leo slightly smiled just thinking about it. "No where really, just by the beach."

Annabeth and Percy side-eyed each other before looking back at Leo, "now whats got you smiling?"

"What? I'm not smiling, you're smiling." The four sitting in the living room started chuckling at the latino boy as he scrambled over his words. "Now goodnight," Leo went into a bedroom and quickly shut the door behind him. What he didn't realize is that this was the room Frank and Hazel called an early night in. Good news is they truly did just call an early night. Bad news, well not for Leo, is that he slammed the door a little too hard, scaring frank awake and slipping from bed.

"My bad bro," Leo chuckled.

"Why are you slamming doors at this ungodly hour?" Frank complained.

"Well," Leo looked at his imaginary watch, "it's actually 9:30PM, lots of the elderly are still out playing bingo. Does that make you a fossil."

"It makes me someone whose debating throwing you off the balcony of our room."

"I'll go to the other room," Leo made his way out.

"Yeah you do that," Frank concluded.

Leo quickly made his way out before Frank changed his mind on letting Leo go. He got very cranky when it came to his sleep.

"Are they actually sleeping in there," Percy asked, earning a soft smack from Annabeth.

"Like a bunch of babies," Leo said while yawning and heading over to the other room, completely ready to hit the hay. He may have just made fun of Frank for going to sleep so early, but he didn't mind being a little hypocritical.

Leo made it to bed, laying all snug like a bug. Before falling asleep he was thinking about something Y/N said,

"I gotta go now, maybe I'll see you around. Leo Valdez."

Would he actually ever see her again? Did she know something he didn't? Probably not, that was definitely a stretch, but still. He hoped he ended up seeing her again.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy series #heros of olympus #leo valdez hoo #leo hoo #leo valdez pjo #leo pjo #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n

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sinsinsininning · 3 months

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A little bit softer

Chapter 6

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!Reader

TW: drinking, gambling, swearing

A/N: this one is really short bc I’m a little run down from life rn. Next one will be a bit spicier

Also I have no idea why I kept Jon around this long, he’s a very generic looking guy, I picture him as the sorta boring hot a lot of people get away with.

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The bar is loud.

You slow down on the drinks before departing from Kid, your stool quickly taken up by a pretty lady who draped herself over him. He didn’t bother to shake her off, she’d run off eventually, he was still in a foul mood.

Hip and House were in a booth in the far corner, watching Quincy and Pomp dance to the heavy music. You slip in beside them, leaning against Hip as your lack of sleep and booze caught up with you. House laughs, sharp and high like a fox.

“You look fucked.” She giggles, you swat at her across the table, but the blow was half hearted. Hip pulls you back to lean on her again.

“Maybe you should head home?” She suggests. “It’s not that late, you could catch up on some sleep.”

“Nah, I’m beat but I’m still…” You trail off, tapping your fingers against the table. You didn’t know what it was but it’s like you were wired. Maybe it was the drinks or the bartender’s flirting.

Or Kid calling you pretty. Plenty pretty at that.

You decide it must be the booze and the bartender. House rakes her eyes up and down you, grinning.

“You look antsy, got something on your mind?” She teases.

“Yeah, I’m feeling kinda,” You glance at the bar, hoping to catch sight of Jon. “I think I’m gonna try to fuck the bartender.” You finally announce, Hip spits her drink out, you flinch away from the spray.

“What the fuck?” She shouts, wiping her mouth, eyes wide. House is cackling across from you, worse yet all the noise attracts Quincy and Pomp back to the table. You flush under the attention. “Why the fuck would you fuck him?”

“Wait! Who��s she fucking?” Quincy raises her hand and waves it.

“Yeah, I’m lost.” Pomp chimes in, you smack his arm and try to push him out of the booth.

“The bartender!” Hip shouts.

“Why is it so shocking? He’s hot and he was flirting with me! I just have to ask him and it’ll be fine!” You were drunk, no doubt, because you would never talk about this sober.

No matter how much you flirted and joked, there was always a line of seriousness and you never went over it. Until now.

“You’ve got so many options though!” Hip whines. “Your outta his league.” You shook your head and glare at her.

“That’s what Kid said!” You gesture towards the bar again. “Like am I blind? The guy is hot. You’re all blind.” The group bursts into giggles as House finally stops laughing.

“Wait Kid said what?” She asks, smacking Quincy’s arm to shut her up.

“I said that I thought the bartender was cute and he said I’m too pretty for him, or something like that.” You slur out the words like it was obvious.

“Kid called you pretty?” Hip gasped, you stare at her and nod once, the motion made your head swim. “Oh shit! Pay up bitches!!!” You swing your head around the table as everyone begrudgingly hands over a few Berries to the smiling blonde.

“Wha-What’s happenin’?” You hiccup. House is laughing again and you try to kick her but miss and stub your toe hard. “Fuck!”

“Nothing!” Hip answers quickly. “Sooooo you think the bartenders cute?” She half stands up so she can see him better, he sees her and starts to come over, assuming she wants to order.

“Oh fuck,” Pomp whisper shouts. “We gotta get rid of him.” You nudge him again.

“Why?”

“No reason!” Hip pulls you back to her as Jon arrives at the table, he smiles widely at you and you wave back.

“You guys need another round?” He asks.

“Yes! Another round of beer please!” House shouts, louder than she actually needs to, a nervous smile on her face. Jon glances at you once more.

“What about you, gorgeous? Beer or a refill of your rum and coke?” He’s only focused on you, it makes you flush, the attention is nice.

“Beers fine-”

“She taken!” Quincy shouts, then covers her mouth.

“Oh?”

“No I’m not. What?” You mind is slow to catch up, scrunching your face at her. Jon laughs a little and shifts on his feet.

“She definitely is!” House adds in.

“Yeah? Is it the angry redhead at the counter?” He grins at you.

“Kid? No he’s my-”

“Yup! That’s him!” Pomp is the one who cuts you off this time. Jon keeps grinning at your confused face, like he was in on a joke about you. You frowned harder now.

“That makes sense, he was pretty insistent on paying for your drinks earlier.” He whistled lowly, you can barely hear it. “Surprised he hasn’t decked me yet.”

“Wait he paid for your drinks?” House asks, eyes wide, you nod slowly still confused. “When?”

“Uh earlier?”

“Before or after he called you pretty?”

“Before?”

House and Quincy let out a whoop, high fiving each other. Hip grumbles as she fished out the Berries they’d just given her back out and to their outstretched palms. The pair cheer again and split the cash.

“Well lemme go grab those drinks. Be right back.” Jon says as he’s waking away. You stare after him while your group congratulate each other.

“Why’d you say I’m taken?” You ask the table.

“Well… just to protect you, ya know?” House says.

“You’re drunk and we don’t want him creeping on you.” Hip rubs your back and you glare at her. Sure you’re drunk but not nearly as much as they normally get, you’ve seen all of them run off with someone blitzed out of their mind before. Why’d it be any different for you?

“I wanted to fuck him even when I was sober though.” You say, but the group pretends not to hear you as Jon returns. He places your drink last, giving you one last wink before leaving.

You get up after him, stepping over Pomp who tries to block you, but you push past him. It takes you two steps to catch up with Jon, you grab him arm to twist him around.

“Hey!” You flinch at your own shout, not meaning to be so loud. He’s lost the flirty smirk, his face neutral. “I’m not taken and I- I am interested.”

“You sure?” He asks unconvinced, but his eyes are lit up now. “You’re friends seem pretty sure you’re not.”

“I don’t know why they did that. I’m not with Kid or anyone else.” You state firmly, you don’t really want to ask him to bed outright, but at least you can clarify your status.

“I get it,” He chuckles and you move a little closer to hear him. “They’re looking out for you. But I’m 93% sure they’re rooting for you and the grumpy guy.” He gestures subtly behind you, though you’re anything but as you whip your head to look. Kid is watching with hard eyes, a look he usual reserved for when a fight is about to break out. The pretty lady from earlier is still there, leaning over him.

You laugh when you turn back to him, shaking your head slowly at his behavior. He’s got a hottie for the night, why couldn’t you get your own?

“I don’t know why they’re like this.” You sigh. “But like I said, I’m interested if you are.” That was as outright as you could say it, red cheeks betraying your embarrassment.

“My shift is over at 1. Clear your head and if you’re still around, I’ll come to you.” He offers and you’re a little grateful you have some time to sober up.

“1 o’clock. Gotcha!” You’re grinning back at him now. He nods and turns to go back to work, then pauses to look back at you with a grin.

“Oh and just so you’re aware. I’m pretty sure your friends are betting on your love life.” He throws out then strides off, you almost laugh. Instead you turn back to your group, they’re all watching, tense and ready to pounce.

“Stop betting on me!” You shout as you return, smack each one on the head as you sit.

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sungbeam · 9 months

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𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝

nonidol!eric sohn x f!reader

1.7k words, YO! SUGGESTIVE, college au, kissing, swearing, mentions of drinking, the bra comes off but nothing explicit (uh minors... DNI), his shirt comes off, barely proofread bc i wrote this on impulse and tis late for me

a/n: i let my impulsive and intrusive thoughts win.

Hands—his hands were everywhere. Anywhere he could fit his palms, his fingers against and into—every curve and crevice would not be leaving untouched. He burned his prints into your skin, signed his name with his lips, tongue, voice.

"This okay?" He murmured against the column of your throat. He could probably feel the way your pulse raced at his touch as you arched yourself into him.

Your breath hitched, his lips pressing feather-light kisses, his fingertips dancing along the bottom hem of your shirt. "More—more than okay," you exhaled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He gave a groan of approval from the hollow of your throat, then swiftly moved back up to capture your lips for himself and steal your breath away.

(before.)

"Yn." At the feeling of a nudge to your side, you turned to your friend Jisung whose face was fitted with the widest, shit-eating grin. "You know that guy's been checking you out all night, right?"

He inclined his head toward your 4 o'clock, and you curiously followed his gaze to see what he was talking about.

You caught sight of him across the room—red ball cap, white dress shirt with nearly half the buttons undone, exposing the smooth skin beneath and the chain hanging from his collar. He nodded at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he smiled.

Your heart went and did a row of cartwheels.

You and Jisung had come with a group of friends to this one party tonight. There were no expectations, really, only that you had all Rock-Paper-Scissored and Felix was forced to DD. Jisung and you had lost the others pretty fast, but you hadn't minded the bit of one on one time you got with him. (You liked to claim you didn't have favorites, but Han Jisung was a little difficult to not love.)

"You know him?" Jisung asked you after draining whatever was left in his plastic cup. He gave a grimace at the burn down the back of his throat.

"Uhm yeah, actually." You smiled, lifting a brow. "Eric Sohn. Plays shortstop for the uni baseball team." Yeah, you knew him, alright. You never missed a baseball game, even since high school, and that tradition had yet to stop in college. Sometimes, you would even go with your other friend Seungmin, if he had time. It was something that reminded you a lot of life in your hometown, where all your closest friends would hit the neighborhood field to play a round or two. Of course, constantly being in the stands meant that someone was bound to notice your presence.

Maybe he'd finally figured out you weren't there for anyone in particular.

A crease formed between Jisung's brows. "What the fuck's a shortstop?—You know what? I don't need to know," he said with a shake of his head. He turned his body toward you, extending his hand, "Dude's coming this way, so I won't step on your toes."

You passed Jisung an incredulous look, but clasped his hand with yours. "Just say you don't wanna cockblock me, Ji."

He laughed. "Hey, you said it this time, not me! Use protection, my friend," he teased, patting you on the shoulder before taking his leave and melding with the crowd.

You rolled his eyes, but your heart still thundered in your chest. Jisung said Eric was on his way over to you, and you were a little nervous to turn around and look—

"I've kind of been wondering about something."

Here he is. You whirled around and came face to face with the man in question. From up close, his jawline was even sharper than it looked from all the way up in the bleachers, his hands veiny all the way down his forearms. And his shirt seemed to be hanging on just enough to leave something for the imagination, but you were sure your imagination would be pretty on the nose anyway. His smile was even prettier this close and there was something boyish about its edge that threw you for a loop. He braced an arm against the wall next to you, and you saw the glint of his silver watch and the rings adorning his fingers.

"And what would you be wondering?" You prompted with a small tilt of your head.

"What's a girl as pretty as you doing alone all the time?" He asked. "I've been racking my brain for an explanation, and none of my teammates say they know you."

"Maybe I'm just looking for a good time," you replied airily, leaning toward him slightly. Then it came to you, the replays of him on the field, the way he so effortlessly caught your attention like he turned double plays. "And someone who knows what he's doing, I suppose."

His smile widened a sliver, following your lead. "And what can I do to prove to you that I do?"

You could smell the expensive, but subtle cologne lingering on his skin and clothes over the smell of the party around you. Your eyes darted down to his lips and you saw him do the same to you. "Come a little closer and find out."

(now.)

He was addicted to the taste of you—couldn't stop and didn't plan to stop until he traced every inch of you with his mouth. Eric had lost his cap at some point between meeting you and getting you alone in this room. It was dark, it was hot—you were hot. Your skin was on fire, there was sweat dripping down the back of your neck. Your hands were in his hair, but he wanted them on his body, in his pants, and still in his hair.

You gave a tug as he pressed his tongue into your mouth, a pretty whine coaxed from you. God, you were so pretty. So pretty and perfect and—he couldn't believe you were single.

His nose slotted against yours, his knee sliding between your thighs and keeping your knees from buckling. He kept you up by his own strength and the wall behind you.

You broke for air and he dove for your neck. "Eric," you managed to say between breaths, the top of his head tickling the bottom of your chin.

He hummed, hands squeezing your sides. "I'm gonna stick my hands under your shirt," he rasped when he pulled back to look you in the eyes, a silent question of permission.

"Be my guest."

"You're cute," he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

You smiled. "I can say the same about you." You reached for his face with both of your hands, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin as his hands inched up under your shirt. "Now let me eat you up, Eric Sohn."

You could taste his laugh on your tongue. "Mmh—fuck, I like the—the sound of that."

And you were all too soon consumed and suffocating on him again, choking on the feel of muscle beneath your hands that moved to grip his shoulders; ascending, as he pressed himself against you, until no air existed between your bodies. Your mind was blank, all that laid upon your tongue was his and his name.

Eric, Eric, Eric…

"Can I take your shirt off?" You asked between kisses, catching his bottom lip between your teeth for a spell.

His forehead rested against yours, noses slotted beside each other. He braced an arm against the wall by your head while the other wrapped around your waist. "Oh my god, please."

Lazily, he kissed you again, and he somehow made your toes curl even more.

He would turn his eyes downward to watch your fingers slide each button out of its slit, the curtains of his white shirt slowly falling open. And he would find your lips again, one kiss rewarded for each buttoned freed.

Eric shrugged the garment off and it fluttered to the floor. With your eyes adjusted to the dark and the minimal light streaming in from beneath the door, you could trace the hard lines of his arms and stomach. Line by line.

"You're beautiful," you blurted out suddenly. Inwardly, you winced; dear god, you hoped you didn't just kill the mood.

Instead, though, he giggled. No one had ever called him beautiful before, at least, not to his face. Eric cupped the back of his neck with boyish glee, then moved to hold your cheek. "I'm gonna kiss you for that."

That was so fine by you.

He made good on his word and dove for your mouth, expertly catching the back of your head with his hand for cushion against the wall. And if you hadn't had the wall for support, you were certain the force of his kiss would have you bending over backwards.

Your fingers dug into his arms for good measure. Heat pooled in your belly, a fire that kept you fueled and was fanned by Eric-motherfucking-Sohn.

He groaned into your mouth, an awfully delicious sound. "Bra clasp? Wanna feel you, baby."

As everything seemed to be, permission was granted immediately.

His fingers flew up your shirt again and cupped you through your bra. You felt him wrap around your body, nimbly flicking at the clasp—

There was a hurried and loud knock on the door, and you both jolted in surprise.

"Occupied!" Eric barked, hands stilling over the place where your strapless bra had been two seconds ago.

"Eric? It's Kevin! It's an emergency." Someone's voice—Kevin's—echoed through the locked door. He didn't even bother to jiggle the handle.

You saw a muscle feather in his jaw, and he carded a hand through his damp, dark hair. Conflict flickered in his eyes, from you, to the door. "One minute, hyung."

You heard footsteps retreat from outside.

Eric leaned down and scooped up your bra and his shirt from the floor, handing you your garment with a sigh. "Sorry for cutting this short," he murmured, cupping the back of your head affectionately.

Your smile was easy, and you swiftly reset your clothes and hair. "Don't worry about it. It sounds important."

"If it's Kevin, then it probably is," he agreed. He'd finished buttoning up his shirt halfway.

When you reached for the doorknob, Eric spun you back around towards him and swooped in for a kiss that made your head spin around. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a last taste for now. "I'm not done with you yet, though, Yn."

You bit back your grin. "I was betting on that, Sohn."

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obxsummer · 1 year

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Love Me or Leave Me // JJ Maybank

summary below the cut to avoid spoilers for s3 ep9

part of #obx3celebration

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request: - hi babe! could i request jj × carrera!reader where they kinda have that hate/love situation and instead of kiara is reader who is send it to Kitty Hawk and JJ go save her? with the prompt "why wouldn't i save you?"

warnings: angst hehehe, shitty parenting, mental illnesses, forced kidnapping bc the carrera parents suck :)

For as long as you could remember, JJ Maybank hated you.

That might be a little harsh, but it felt true. The two of you bickered like none other, your friends constantly over your short tempers and constant arguments. You weren’t sure why the two of you couldn’t just get along like everyone else, but you definitely weren’t gonna be the first one to make amends for something that wasn’t your fault.

Kiara, on the other hand, would rip you a new one every time you and JJ got into it. You got it, he was one of her best friends and she hated to see the two of you arguing nonstop, but you weren’t gonna just quit so she could have her way. You and JJ had said some nasty shit to each other over the years and never once did she jump down his throat to get him to stop. So, you’d just continue this pattern until something changed.

The Chateau burning down was not on your bingo board of events to survive, but here you were. Thankfully, everyone had managed to get out safely before the whole structure collapsed in on itself.

“Could’ve been a faulty electrical wire.”

“Place was all wood. A tinderbox.”

“Thing just went up. Boom.”

You sat silently as everyone tried to think of an explanation for the cause of the fire to break the silence. You weren’t really sure what to say, especially to John B who just stared at the remains of his house sadly.

“Verdict’s in bro. Whoever’s up there does not like you.”

You scoffed at JJ’s words and gave him a sharp glare. “You’re really not helping, dude.”

JJ rolled his eyes at your need to chastise him. “You got something better to say, princess?” His fingers ripped at the grass below him before he chucked a glass beer bottle into the smoldering flames.

“Enough,” Kiara’s whisper was harshly directed at you as she sat on your other side. You bit the sassy remark she surely deserved and got to your feet to stomp down the path to the dock since there was nothing left to say here.

You pulled yourself onto one of the wooden railings and put your back to the group, taking the moment to soak in the breeze and rumble of thunder somewhere beyond. You loved the Pogues deeply, considering them family above all else. It felt silly to think you were the odd man out, but it felt like that more than you’d like to admit. Maybe they only had room for JJ’s antics and having two of you was more than they could handle. You tried to let it go, not think so deeply on it, because at the end of the day, they were all you had.

“Can you quit picking fights with him?” Your sister’s voice interrupted your moment of peace. You knew she’d come down here sooner or later, always having to repremand you for your actions.

“Can you bitch at him for once instead?” You snarked back, refusing to look at her and instead keeping your gaze on the storm clouds rolling in.

Kie sighed and moved to sit next to you. At the end of the day, you were still her sister, no matter how much you drove her crazy. It’s not like either of you had the best guidance either. “I’m not trying to bitch at you, but you guys are both important to me and it’s hard to listen to you argue so much.”

You shook your head slightly and kept quiet. There was no use in trying to convince her of anything else, of maybe it being someone else’s fault for a change. You were exhausted of this constant strong exterior you held, but you refused to let it break now.

Kiara realized you weren’t going to talk and turned back around to where the rest of the Pogues were walking towards the two of you. Regardless of how you felt towards JJ, it all needed to be put aside so your group could focus on getting to South America to save Big John.

“Sarah, when did you say the pilot was getting in?” John B’s voice came from behind you as you realized they were all under the cover of the dock near you.

“Probably like an hour?” Sarah guessed as she took a seat on the bench next to you. “I mean, once he’s here, my dad says we can leave whenever we want.”

“Okay, well, as much as I would love to ghost my parents again, I can’t.”

You could practically hear JJ’s inevitable protesting before it came. “Pope, we’re talking El Dorado here. Can you just slip out the back maybe?”

“I’m not doing that, okay?” Pope replied. You could hear his feet connect with the wood as he climbed down from his spot. “I’ll meet you at the airstrip in an hour?”

“One hour, Pope. Not a second later.”

Cleo’s voice faded out with Pope’s, leaving you to assume they left. If you had to guess, you and Kie should probably do the same. Your parents would flip their shit if you left unannounced again.

“I guess I’ll go pack some stuff and break the news to my parents.”

You turned at Kie’s plan and finally faced the remainder of the group. “I got it. They’re less likely to say no if just one of us goes to tell them. I’ll go.”

“Y/N, I’ll come with-”

“Nah, Kie. She said she’s got it. Let her go.” Your sister’s protests were cut off by none other than JJ, unsurprisingly. He was staring right back at you, probably hating the fact that you were coming in the first place. “I’m serious, Y/N. One hour or we’re leaving without you.”

You hopped down, ignoring Kiara’s concerned face as you gave JJ a brief glance. “Yeah, got it.”

There was a tone of defeat in your voice that made JJ’s heart clench. He knew he was tough on you, worse than he should’ve been. If he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure why he was like that. It’s just always felt like that’s how your relationship was supposed to be, but watching you walk away, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

The walk to your house passed in a blur of overthinking. You knew your parents weren’t going to say yes and this was going to be a disaster that you’d have to sneak out of. You’d do it for John B though, as long as it meant getting his dad back.

You paused at the edge of the driveway to take in your house, debating what the hell you were going to say, as a car pulled up behind you. Usually, you wouldn’t think much of it, except the man who climbed out looked a little too comfortable with approaching you.

“Hey, Y/N. Hey, come back,” He called out as you started walking up the stairs to the door of your house. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk to you.”

You almost laughed at the statement. Out of all the things you could say when approaching someone, that was probably the most suspicious. “Uh, no thanks.” You stepped a little faster across the porch, mumbling about stranger danger under your breath before grabbing the door handle. The nerves kicked in when you realized it was locked. You started knocking aggressively. “Hey. Dad!”

The door clicked unlocked to reveal another man you didn’t know. You took a step back. “Who are you?”

“Look, this can go one of two ways.”

You glanced at his shirt, the logo on it sending you into panic mode as you realized what was happening. “No, no, no.” The next step back sent you into the first man’s chest, his hands quickly grabbing you.

“I’m sorry, honey. We’re sending you away for a while.” Your mom’s figure appeared in the doorway, your dad hovering behind her. “They say that Kitty Hawk’s the best.”

“Are you kidding me?” Your voice cracked as the other man grabbed your left arm, both of them holding a little bit tighter than you’d like. “What the hell?”

“We just need to try this, okay? We’re just trying to help you and your sister.”

You closed your eyes, refusing to believe that your parents would actually put you through this. “Mom, Mom please!”

You ignored your parents explanations, fighting against the hold they had on you. This was unforgivable. You’d never come home again, never see your friends or Kie. You screamed out, hoping someone somewhere would maybe hear you and come to help.

All chances of that ended the second you were thrown into the backseat of a car and the door slammed shut. You refused to look at your parents, kicking aggressively at the window, the door, anything you could reach. The two men hopped in the front seats and started the car, driving away a second later, leaving all of your hope behind in the process.

Meanwhile, Kie, JJ, John B, and Sarah were waiting anxiously by the private jet. Pope, Cleo, and you hadn’t been seen or heard from and over an hour had past. JJ was getting angry, stressed out that your group was about to be separated once again.

“Dude, where is everybody?” He tossed his backpack against the pavement in anger.

“I don’t know man!”

JJ threw his arm towards the Twinkie. “We should get in the Twinkie, and we should just get ‘em. That’s what we should do!” John B attempted to calm him down to no avail.

“Guys, there’s Pope and Cleo right there,” Kie interrupted their arguing as the duo turned to see their friends pulling up on Pope’s motorbike.

“Were you guys waiting for us?” Cleo asked rhetorically, knowing exactly what was going on moments before.

JJ scooped his backpack off the ground aggressively. “Yes, we were. You’re late. Did you actually convince your pops this time or…”

Pope climbed off the bike and motioned to the girl behind him. “Cleo convinced him.”

JJ moved forward to high five the girl in question before doing their handshake. “My girl. That’s what I’m talking about! I thank you for being a part of my crew.”

Pope took a quick headcount and realized they were short one. “Hey, uh. Where’s Y/N?”

Everyone’s eyes landed on Kie who could only groan and cover her face in her hands. “It’s gotta be my parents. They’ve been up our ass ever since we got back.”

“Do you think they said she couldn’t come?” Sarah asked.

Kie shrugged, “I mean, maybe. But what’s the point in keeping her here if I’m going?”

“We’re gonna have to do this without her.”

To everyone’s surprise, it was JJ that declined Pope’s idea. “No,” He stated bluntly before turning to John B. “Give me the keys.”

“No, dude. No, no, no, no, no.”

JJ grabbed him by his shoulders. “Gimme the keys right now.”

John B shook his head and shrugged JJ’s hands off. “It doesn’t seem like a good idea now, JJ.”

“Look man,” JJ let out a deep sigh, his gaze flickering to the sky for a moment before he faced John B again. “Just give me an hour, please. It’ll be like a black ops mission, in and out. Surgical removal type shit. Plus, I kinda owe her.”

The smirk that formed on John B’s face was comical. He had a feeling as to why JJ was always so harsh with you, but this conversation confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Stop making that face and gimme the keys,” JJ directed, trying his best to ignore the smile his best friend was making at him.

“Okay, well. Yeah. You owe her, right? You owe her.”

JJ snatched the keys out of midair and took off towards the Twinkie, giving zero hesitation as he threw himself through the passenger window despite the protests behind him.

“That door opens, bro!”

He couldn’t care less about their opinions and took off across the airstrip, his mind set on one thing. Getting you back.

The ride to the wilderness camp was uneventful. Your nerves refused to settle as the drive passed in a blur of trees and grassland before you pulled up to the entrance gate. The driver confirmed your presence to the guard before you were allowed through. On each side you could see campers gardening, mowing the lawn, or doing laundry.

The two men led you out of the car and further into the grounds. Campers moved by, all of them in t-shirts or tank tops with the camp logo strewn across. You were met with a woman as you reached the end of the pathway. She directed you to follow to where her office was. A stack of clothing was shoved in your hands and a changing room pointed at for you to enter.

You did so begrudgingly, replacing your clothing with the stiff t-shirt and cloth shorts. The woman was awaiting you upon your exit, motioning for you to sit across from her.

“Thank you, Y/N, for joining us and putting on our uniform.”

You folded your arms across your chest and leaned back into the cushion of the chair. “Like I had a choice.”

The woman was almost expecting your reaction. “Well, now, the good news is, we have a name for your condition. ODD. Opposition defiant disorder.”

“What is that?” Your voice was full of disgust at the idea of being diagnosed with their false beliefs.

“It’s consistent opposition to authority.”

You rolled your eyes. “Did you just make that up? Sounds like bullshit to me.” You hadn’t even been here ten minutes and they think they know what you’ve been through?

“As I was saying, consistent opposition,” The woman returned. “Now, fortunately, it’s very treatable with medication.”

You cut her off instantly. “I’m not taking medication.”

“See that, that right there? Your reaction. You just confirmed my diagnosis. Now, we can help with this.”

You groaned and pushed your fingers through your hair. “Your professional diagnosis,” You scoffed, “Right. Um. Do you mind if I use the restroom? Long drive.”

“Of course, right there.”

You followed the direction she was pointing in and walked into the small room. After you shut and locked the door, your feet were instantly on the counter to get up to the window. The handle squeaked as you cranked it, the window not moving in the slightest. Fists started pounding on the door behind you as you tried to shove the window open in a last ditch effort.

“No, no! Get off me!” You shouted as someone latched around your waist, tugging you backwards off the counter. Another set of hands joined on your arm, the two men pulling you from the cabin. “You people are crazy!”

You fought them the entire way through the grounds, kicking and shouting against them to make it clear that you didn’t want to be here. Eventually, they brought you up the steps of a cabin and shoved you inside before slamming the door. There wasn’t a soul to be found, just a few ratted sheets strews across the sets of bunk beds.

Your back hit the wall, tears finally building in your eyes as you slid down to the ground. The sob was heavy in your chest, air fighting to get to your lungs at the thought of seriously having to fight through this alone. You’d been susceptible to crumbling when you’re left alone, having it happen many times growing up. That’s why you always found comfort in the Pogues, in people who would be there no matter what, no questions asked. This was probably what JJ always wanted, the Pogues on an adventure without him having to deal with you.

You stared ahead at the scribbles on the wall; I feel so much better written back at you. God knows how wrong those words were to you.

The next few hours went by like paint drying on the wall. You tried to fall asleep, to escape for just a little bit. You couldn’t sleep on their shitty beds, your mind wandering to if your friends and sister were flying thousands of miles away above you. You wouldn’t blame them if they did, after all, JJ said only an hour and you were at least three behind by this point.

You were startled when the front door was thrown open. “Y/N? Sweetie? Can you come out here?”

You shuffled off the bed to meet the woman and the guard she came with on the screened in patio. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but at Kitty Hawk we feel you have the strength to hear all the news, including bad news.”

“What happened?” Your question wasn’t meant to be rude, but your first thought went to your friends and the possibilities of what could’ve happened. You found it hard to believe your parents would feel the need to tell you if anything went wrong with them, knowing they’d probably be rejoicing.

“Well, your cousin was here a minute ago.”

You frowned, not knowing who could’ve possibly stopped by. “Wait, what cousin?”

“A young man, blond. He asked me to tell you that Marley, well, he passed away.”

You tried not to look completely confused by her statement but knew it was slippin on your face anyway. “Like Bob Marley? Because-”

“No, your Siamese mix, Marley.”

You figured it would be better to feign shock than act completely clueless, at least buying time for whatever this was. The woman wrapped you in a hug as you let out faux sobs. “You know, I’m actually gonna need a little more time to process,” You choked out as you stepped out of her grip.

She let you move back into the cabin, closing the door behind as you took a seat on the bottom bunk bed. You let out a deep breath, your heart starting to race at the idea of someone actually coming to rescue you.

“Blond.” The word slipped out of your mouth quietly. No way in hell JJ would follow you here, especially with how adamant he was to leave on time. If anything, you figured Kiara would, but it was too big of a risk for her. Pope and Cleo were the only other possibility, but they didn’t have blond hair and John B and Sarah needed to get to his dad asap.

JJ came back. For you. Despite all the shit you both put each other through nonstop, he came back.

Now all you had to do was get out.

You busied yourself with the various books left in the cabin, all of them relating to obedience, ironically. You just had to wait it out until the night when you could hopefully get JJ’s attention somehow and get the hell out of here.

You were surprised when the door opened again to reveal the woman who “diagnosed” you alongside another Kitty Hawk employee.

“Y/N, we know you’re grieving and feel you’re best supported by your peers, so we’re going to relocate you.”

You were confused on how they ever got that you were supported that way, given that you haven’t told them shit. “I-I really feel like I need some more time to reflect.” You didn’t want to risk JJ not being able to find you here if he already knew.

“No stalling. Come on. We’re putting you in a dorm. Cabin six, let’s go.” The worker grabbed the bag from the floor that your parents had supposedly packed for you. You stood up, realizing there was no room for argument and started to follow. There was a nagging feeling at your chest to at least do something, leave a hint for JJ somewhere.

“Hey, uh, just one sec!” You shouted to them before running back towards the room and grabbing the misplaced sharpie that was hidden in your bed. You quickly scrambled Cabin 6. P4L in big black letter amongst the other writing on the bed frames before darting out to follow them.

Thunder continued to echo around you, the sky slowly turning dark with the lingering storm. Storms usually brought you so much comfort and you were hoping this one would be the same.

The girls all stared as you walked into the group cabin, each of them pausing in their actions at the sight of you.

“Girls, this is Y/N. She’s had some tough family news. Let’s show her some empathy and love, okay? Can we do that?”

Hushed whispers and odd looks followed the worker’s question. You nodded to yourself, realizing you were in a bit too far over your head and followed to where they set your bag on the top bunk. You huffed, climbing up onto the bed space and tried to avoid the intense eyes.

As thunder cracked above, you could only hope JJ found your clue.

The cabin succumbed to darkness not too long after, the storm finally raging against the wooden structure. You couldn’t sleep, mind too busy and it was fucking freezing despite the thin blanket they gave you. You wondered if this was it, if you were really stuck here for God knows how long, maybe forever. If Kiara and them got away, it was severely unlikely they were coming back. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame them.

A few tears slipped out despite your best efforts to control them. You’d never been good with dealing with emotions, especially when you were left alone for so long. Like you’d said, this wasn’t the first time it happened and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Usually Kiara came to dig you out of your self-dug hole, but she wasn’t here, and these girls were less than likely to let you talk it out.

You tried really hard to keep everyone happy. That’s all you’d done your entire life, put everyone else ahead of you. JJ was the only person who refused to let you, even if it came in the form of bickering and attitudes against each other. He never once let you put yourself out on the line for him. Sure, he wouldn’t stop you from doing it for other people, but never him.

The ugly realization that you’d been pushing away the one person you actually needed hit you like a train. JJ had always been there, you just never realized it. You always thought he was looking at someone else, ready to tell you off for just existing, but that wasn’t the case. He was just looking out for you and your feelings. Granted, it wasn’t the best way of doing it, but hey, that’s just JJ.

A harsh whisper broke you out of your thoughts. You tried to think nothing of it, after all being in a cabin with 12 other girls made it hard to sleep in silence. Clearly, it was something off because a small light flicked on shortly after.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Hi there. Uh, evening, miss. Uh, sorry. Sorry to bother y’all. Uh, shit. I know this looks bad but I come in peace. But I’m just looking for someone. I’m looking, looking for-”

You sat up at the too familiar voice, your eyes instantly catching the silhouette you’ve been waiting for. “Me.”

The girls whispered around you as you climbed out of the bunk, still clad in your jean shorts and the ugly Kitty Hawk hoodie they’d given you. JJ was staring right at you, a bandana around his neck in an attempt to keep from wandering eyes, his chest heaving at the success of finding you.

You didn’t fight the feeling anymore, instead running straight into him for a hug. He was ready, holding you closer to him than he ever had before. You tried to hold the tears in your eyes as you pulled back. “How did…how?”

“I know, okay. It’s a long story. No time to explain though. I.. wait, one thing though.” You’d never seen him so nervous in all your years of knowing him. “I know I’ve been a dick to you, for so long, a-and I just… Y/N, I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Y/N/N.”

You stared at him with glazed eyes and forced a smile at him. “I love you.”

JJ didn’t seem as shocked as you expected him too. It was almost as if you took the words right out of his mouth. “I love you too.”

You weren’t really sure who moved first, but the next thing you knew, JJ’s lips were on yours. You held his cheeks lightly, basking in the moment of his hands on your back, holding you close. Abrupt cheering rang out around you, clapping following it as the girls watched the two of you have your moment.

“Whoa, hey! Keep it down, keep it down. Guys, come on, sh!” JJ attempted to get their attention after you two broke apart. You separated from him to grab your bag from the floor before grabbing his hand and running out the door.

“To the right! Go, go, go!” He directed the second you were off the stairs. “Can’t really go through the front gate.” He glanced back to make sure you were following him only to see you smiling at him. JJ didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but he was so glad that it was.

“I didn’t think anyone was gonna come back for me!” You admitted as the two of you finally made it past the main gate entrance.

JJ flashed you a smile as he continued to run. “You gotta have more faith in me.”

You tugged him to a stop just before the path you were on hit the road. This felt like one of those now or never situations, something you had to do in the moment or you’d never had the confidence again. “Jayj. Thank you, for saving me.”

“Why wouldn’t I save you?” He moved closer and placed his hands on your cheeks. He was full of adrenaline from your kiss, the taste of your chapstick still lingering on his tastebuds. “Don’t you ever think I wouldn’t come back for you again, you hear? You’re my girl. I’d never leave you behind.”

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katsus-world · 9 months

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Quicky

Bakugou x fem! Reader

Characters are aged up

Warning: smut, cursing bc it’s bakugou, extremely bad smut! 👯‍♀️

MINORS DNI ❌❌❌

The cool breeze of the night hit your face as you stepped out of the apartment you shared with your best friend, Mina ashido.

Tonight was a night of celebration or that’s what Mina said at least. You had just gotten out of a toxic relationship, remembering the countless nights you spent crying yourself to sleep and the countless hours you spent yelling and arguing with that dick you called your boyfriend.

You just wanted to get out of the house and Mina was more then happy to take you out for a good night. Calling all of your friends, she made sure you were going to have a fun evening.

Once you stepped out of the house, you were met by familiar faces. Jirou and Momo hand in hand, talking about what club you all were going to go to. Their eyes both on you as you zipped up the thin jacket you had on.

“Y/n! Thank god you’re ok now, we’ve missed you..” Momo said as she pulled the purple haired girl behind her.

“She’s right, it’s been a while since we all hanged out.” A sheepish smile on her face as she stepped next to her tall girlfriend.

A small smile pulled at your lips as you recalled the last time you went out with the girls.

Momo and jirou had gotten tipsy and sang their hearts out in karaoke singing for two maybe three hours? The night is kinda hazy. Ochako had brought midoriya and stayed flirting all night. The alcohol obviously helping them.

Mina and you had been dancing all night, the music and the dim lit club making you forget all your problems..

Well at least until you had 11 missed calls and 7 text messages in the span of 10 minutes from an angry boyfriend, (soon to be ex), the messages started off calm then they got to the point where he was calling you a slut and a whore for not answering him.

“Y/n? Y/n? Anyone in there?” A high piched voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes locked with a short brown hair girl.

“Sorry. Is Mina out yet?” You turned around, still on the step in front of your apartment. Just on cue Mina stepped out. Her cleavage exposure as well as her thighs, a short dress black with a v-line that ended right above her belly button.

Damn she looked good.

“Let’s get this shit started! In honor of Y/n being single let’s go get you laid!” Her voice was laced with excitement, something you haven’t heard in a while.

Has it really been that long since you all went out? A ping of guilt took over you, but you pushed it aside not wanting that to spoil the night for you, more importantly for the rest of your friend group.

You replied quickly to Mina’s comment, noticing that you were too quiet.

“Honestly if I find a hot guy and he’s down, I’ll be down too,” An embarrassed smile pulls at your lips. You hear a whoop from Mina and jirou.

“Trust me when you look like that, everyone is gonna have their eyes on you!” Ochako chimes in. You look down at your outfit as you thank her for the compliment.

You wore a black Spagetti strap dress with a small v-neck, not ass much as Mina but enough to show your perky breasts.

As you all walk to the club, ochako turns around. Making everyone else turn their heads.

“Yo ‘chako, what is i-” jirou’s sentence was cut off when some familiar faces were spotted on the crowded sidewalk.

“Hey guys!” Kirishima energetically said as he walked over, behind him was sero, kaminari, midoriya and todoroki, and bakugou.

Your heart did a flip at the sight of bakugou, he was wearing a red tank top and some black sweatpants. The outline of his abs peaking through the tight material, his arms looking so much bigger since the last time you saw him. And his eyes, oh my god his eyes, you thought.

His red ruby eyes obviously caught you staring, his usual frown looking back at you.

“My eyes are up here nerd.” You looked up at the ash blonde, your face hot with embarrassment. Quickly you spat out a reply.

“My bad, you just look really hot right now.” The sudden confidence made bakugou roll his eyes, looking away from you and onto Mina who was talking.

“Can we get going now? Y’all can flirt on the way!” Mina whined as the group started walking towards the club.

Beside you was kirishima and bakugou, Kiri made small talk and sometimes bakugou would chime in so the walk wasn’t too awkward.

“So hero work isn’t too bad, and I get to see tamaki all the time so I’m not loney!” The red head gave a toothy smile. You couldn’t help but give one back.

His smile is contagious, you thought.

“At least squid legs shuts up, I’m stuck with deku and Icy hot all day. Those dumbasses never shut up.” Bakugou growled as he looked straight ahead.

“Come on man they aren’t that bad, you’re exaggerating dude.” Kiri piped up as you chuckled. The hot head looking down at you, his eyebrow going up.

“What’s so funny short stuff?” His voice was gruff and something in you turned.

“I just think it’s cool that you both are doing something exciting like hero work, meanwhile I’m stuck inside other dusty books and files.” You exhaled at the thought of paper work.

Just when bakugou was about to say something, you best friend yelled.

“We’re here finally!” Her pink heels making her steps loud enough to hear. You looked up at bakugou and smiled, “let’s get fucking wasted.”

“That’s the spirit Y/n!” Denki called out as he had his arm around Mina.

“Tch, I’m not babysitting you if you feel sick.” With an eye roll you grabbed bakugous wrist, pulling him into the club.

Loud music and flashing lights greeted you, looking around lots of hot woman and men dancing, taking shots, and making out was all you saw. Some people were sitting, cup in hand, others rocking their hips to the beat of the music. A smile on your face as you continued to walk, his hand still in your grip and his upper body now pressed against your back.

“Fuck yeah! This shits cool!” Kirishima yelled over the music. Sero agreed as they walked over to the bar, probably going to buy shots.

“You wanna dance?” You asked loudly to Mina who was still with Denki.

“Hell yes, oh my god! Hot guys to the left y/n!” Your head tuned at the mention of men, they were about your age and honestly not your type.

When you turned back around and shook your head to Mina, she gave a small frown but quickly her lips turned up-right at the sight of a certain man coming behind you, his arms on your hips as he leaned down, hovering over your ear.

“I’m not the only one looking good tonight y/n, let’s dance, yeah?” His voice was barely audible but you heard them, your stomach doing flips as you walked to the main dance floor.

“Woah now, where’s the real bakugou?” You said as you leaves your head back onto his shoulder.

His hands were on your hips and your ass on his crotch. Swaying them side to side as the music made your nerves calm. With the help of a few shots.

Your friends not far behind. Denki and kirishima with Mina as they danced in front of y’all. They did all kinds of tricks on the floor, as you watched for about 25 minutes.

Bakugous hand finding home on your stomach, the other around your neck, not enough to stop your breathing but enough for it to turn you on.

Placing your head on his shoulder, your hand snaked up to his spuckt but soft hair, grabbing a handful, you pulled down to where your mouth was by his ear.

“Wanna go to the back?” You asked and you felt him nod.

Making your way to vancant part of the club, you stepped into an empty room. Bakugou locking the door behind him as he stepped in.

You stayed standing up and he took a seat in front of you, his legs wide open, almost inviting you to get in between them.

“You gonna stand there or you gonna get on my lap?” His voice was laced with lust, you felt yourself getting excited at his words as you sat down on his clothed cock, it somewhat coming to life.

“You look fucking hot on top of me.” His eyes trailing to your chest which was semi exposed. Your hands wrapping themselves in his spikey hair. His calloused fingers grabbing the flesh at your hips.

“Yeah? You like this?” His lips were inches away from yours. Deciding to take the first move, you close the little space that was in between you both.

Your lips connecting like puzzle pieces, the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips on yours made your head fuzzy with lust.

His hand moving down to your your plump ass, the other moving down to your breast, cupping it in his rough hand.

Pulling down your dress, bakugou played with your breasts, the sight making him stiffen under you. A low groan coming out of his mouth as he took one of your hardened nipples into his fingers. Tugging and twisting then as if they were toys, the rough pad of his finger sending waves of heat down to your cunt.

“Fuck you’re so hot, you look so good right now.” He gave your nipple one more twist before taking it into his mouth.

A wanton moan escaped your mouth, your core begging for some type of attention as he continued to suck on your breast.

Your hips having moving on their own, the feeling of you on him was too much, you pushed him off and without one swift motion your dress was on the floor, greedily you ripping his shirt off throwing it behind you.

“Bakugou, need you.” A breathy whine slipped from your lips. Grabbing your waist, he pulled you up on all fours.

“It’s Katsuki, gonna make you scream my name don’t worry.” He slipped your lace panties to the side and pushed his long finger in.

“You like that? No one’s gonna make you feel like this but me.” His other hand came crashing down to your bottom. The stinging feeling making your core tighten around his digit.

Slipping a second one in, he moved them in a scissor like fashion. You bit your lip to hold back the lewd noises. Your eyes pricking with tears as you ached for his cock.

His hand came down again, “Don’t hold anything back y/n, I wanna hear all the slutty noises you make.”

“Please- I need more, bakugou please!” The stinging from another slap made you yelp. His fingers stopped moving and you felt the frustration in you building up.

“I told you, it’s Katsuki. You want more? Take my fingers like a good slut and wait, if I do more now I’ll tear you apart.” Slipping his fingers out of your core he flipped you on your back. His eyes bored into yours, his words made your heart flutter. He was prepping you so you won’t end up in the hospital. How thoughtful.

You nodded and softly placed your lips on his, a slow Passionate kiss, with all the hunger still behind it. His fingers moving inside of you, loving the way you took his fingers in greedily.

Finally slipping his finger out, placing kisses down your cleavage, till he met your wet sex. A groan leaving his mouth as he palmed himself through his sweats.

“I’ll eat you out another day, fuck just needa be in you right now.” As he pulled down his sweats and put on the condom, your thoughts ran back to the last time you had sex.

Actually when was the last time you’ve done it? Or actually finished without using a toy?

The feelings of you being stretched out snapped you back to reality. “You’re so fucking big.” You moaned out as your hands wrapped around his neck.

“Shit you’re so tight” katsuki cursed out as he stretched his way into you. His hands pushing you back down as you flopped onto the the table.

Quickly, bakugou set his pace. Violently making your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts. His balls slapping shamelessly against your cunt. Your head going blank, only the feeling of him inside of you filled your thoughts.

Your moans echoing off the walls of the room as the music blasted louder outside, canceling your voice so only you and katuski could hear.

“Such a slut, takin’ my fucking cock like this. Bet that bastard ex ain’t even fuck you like this.” You look at katsuki with a half lit smile. He was right, he never made you feel like this, he never made you feel anything except pain and disgust.

Not katsuki though, as his hand met home with your throat, you started seeing stars, pulling himself lower to you. He reached deeper inside you, your leg thrown over his shoulder. His cock hitting that special spot that no one has reached in a long time.

Hollow kisses met your face as you let go, the coil inside you tightening as you moved your hips trying to meet your climax. Drool seeping through the corners of your mouth as you made your voice be heard, just for katsuki.

“Ima’ cum.” He said harshly as he cupped one of your plush brests in his hand, while he placed other one in his mouth, twisting and sucking delectably with the rough pad of his tongue.

His heavy dick dragging along your spongy walls as you both finally finish, shaking from under him, you both sigh in relief.

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I have given up on this one 😭 just wanted to post something that’s been sitting in my drafts 😓

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mysticficti0n · 4 months

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Tom and Y/n HATE each other (well she hates him but he gets little butterflies from her sometimes heheheh but like he still doesn't like her) but she still is around a lot of the time bc she's Georgs cuz and she lives with his family (come up with something bc idk) and she helps produce TH music and is like their photographer kinda?

and in the first part she's like getting ready for a date and stuff happens and tom takes her for some reason yeah and he gets rlly pissed at her but then she wants to get picked up from this guys house and tom is the only one who picks up so yeah- enjoy writing this if you do ❤️

Oh em ghee- kinda jelly I didn't come up with this but I love it so so much

Happy new year everyone! I really like this idea and making it a new series bc why not, and don't worry All my attention is coming back this 2024!!! I havent preread this before posting because im tired as shit its literally 3:07 am so ♥︎

Get over it Part One

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warnings- swearing, mentions of sex, clubbing, kissing

words- 1.6k

I sat in my mirror with music blasting in the background, Bill sat on my bed flicking through a magazine with a cig hanging from his mouth "Is a red lip too much?" I asked turning to the boy who looked up from the pages

"depends what you're wearing" I got up and grabbed my little blood red dress, black lace dressing the bottom and the u-neck shape at the top "red lips all the way" I smiled sitting back down and grabbing my red lipstick and swiping it on

"Knock Knock" a voice called outside and then three people wondered In "what the fuck are you doing" Gustav laughed shoving me

"whats it to you" he shrugged sitting himself down along side Tom, Tom never looked happy unless he had some whore sucking his cock or a smoke in his hand, I stood grabbing my dress and walked out into the bathroom, I left the door open slightly as I knew they'd be asking questions

"where she going Bill?"-"not my place to say"-"oh come on"-"nope"-"well she looks like she's going to be payed to fuck a guy"-"watch your mouth thats my cousin remember" I smirked listening to their conversation, I finally got the dress on and twirled in the mirror but realised I couldn't do the button at the back, so reluctantly I held the dress up around my side and went back to my room

"can one of you do the button please" I turned my back to the group and soon I herd the sound of shuffling and someone standing behind me

"is it just this one?" the voice of Tom rang behind me and I nodded, why him out of everyone out the room? gently his fingers brushed against my skin as he pushed the button through the loop "done" he said barely above a whisper

"thanks" I spoke walking to grab my heals, I quickly slipped my feet in and stood to look back at the guys "right well I have a date to go to but I need someone to take me- who's that gonna be?" I looked to Georg first

"erm.. well I don't have my car- Tom is the only one with one" a sigh escaped my lips but it was him or nothing and I missed my date

"fine- come then" I grabbed my bag and looked to Tom

"now?" he spoke

"yes now get up were going" The boys all stood leaving my room Bill switched off my stereo then we all went down stairs and I headed for the front door closely followed by Tom "bye guys" I yelled before walking out, Toms car clicked and unlocked

"you know-" before he could finish I closed the car door and buckled my belt, Toms side opened and he climbed in "you are such an ungrateful bitch" I laughed staring ahead "I could just not take you- get that in your fucking head"

"yet your still in the fucking car with me" he rolled his eyes staring the engine "drop me at Sarahs court" we sat in silence, no radio, no nothing until we hit a red light, I could see Tom's eyes scanning me up and down "issue?"

"your dress is very showy, do you even know the guy you're seeing?" I smiled knowing exactly who it was, and So would Tom

"thought you liked slutty things, like your girl-" he cut me off my throwing me a gaze "oh and I'm meeting Brandon, Brandon Quick" I watched as his jaw dropped slightly, eyes turning thin

"you are a fucking cunt" no words were shared after that, he stayed quiet, I knew I lit the fire now and all I could keep doing was adding to it

"Yeah he called me last night, told me he missed me and wanted to see me again, asked me to wear his favourite dress.... favourite lip, and no panties either" I kept pushing watching Toms face curl into one of pure anger, before I knew it we were at Sarahs court and he slammed on the breaks. I pulled the sun-visor down and opened the mirror checking my make up, I looked to Tom once more, his face was contorted into a frown, I didn't bother saying anything and just climbed out.

I walked around the car and saw the calming face of Brandon "hey sweetheart" he spoke coming over, hand wrapping around my waist, pressing a kiss to my cheek "who brought you?" he spoke looking behind me

"just Tom- he was the only fucking one with a car" I laughed turning to see that his car was still there with him just staring at me

"I'll come say hi" I grinned knowing this would only piss him of further, together me and Brandon walked over and I pulled open the driver door "hey man whats up?"

"mhm whats up" Tom spoke, his voice low

"eh nothing much, thanks for bring madam, promise to have her home by 9" he joked, looking down at me, I purposefully cuddled to his chest, drawing circles on his peck

"great- well I'll go now" Tom grabbed the door slamming it shut and started the engine

"whats wrong with him?" the boy spoke with a tone of sarcasm

"whats never wrong with him?" I laughed pulling Brandons head down to meet mine in a kiss, there was no denying it Brandon was hot, his brown messy locks, blue eyes, a smile that was contagious, perfectly toned body, tattoos covering his torso, he was beautiful

--- Time Skip ---

I lay there, on Brandons chest, tonight was amazing, dinner, the club and the sex but I couldn't fall asleep at all, my mind was everywhere and I just felt like going home, but the only way I could get home was Tom, I sat up and went to get my phone "hey everything okay?" Brandon's voice spoke quietly, his hand rubbing my back

"yeah sorry, I'm gonna go okay, I need to be up early tomorrow" I lied, I did feel bad but I felt bad saying the truth, I'd slept over many times but today... I just couldn't this time

"Okay babe- text me when your back" I nodded leaning down pressing a kiss to his lips softly, it took a lot to pull away but I did, I grabbed my dress, shoes and bag, pulling my phone out and going out side of the house, wrapping myself tighter in his jumper, I went through my contacts before seeing Toms and I clicked call, within seconds it was answered

"what?"

"can you come get me"

"why?"

"I cant sleep and I wanna come home and you're the only one with a car"

"Y/n its fucking 4 am"

"you answered straight away so don't tell me you weren't awake" I spat

"fine-" I gave him the address and he told me five minuets, I sat on the wall at the end of the house, staring onto the quiet street until the bright lights of Toms car cleared the darkness. I got up and opened the car door to find Tom still in the clothes he was wearing earlier and a cig in his lips

"thanks for getting me" he nodded blowing smoke away

"yeah- don't think I'll do this again alright" I nodded, I felt to tired to really answer, or argue his car was warm and I was quite warn out already "why are there tear stains down your face?" he spoke, his voice slightly concerned, I hadn't even noticed anything with my face, I'd been so concentrated on other things

"oh erm... it doesn't matter" I yawned closing my eyes, it wasn't like I was hurt or anything

"no why the fuck have you been crying" I sighed opening my eyes, looking to the boy

"me and Brandon fucked okay" Tom breathed looking back to the road "better now?" and he just nodded, I closed my eyes again and soon everything was quiet.

soon I felt cold wash on my body until two arms wrapped around me, I let myself hook my arms and legs around whatever had me, my head falling into the crook of their neck "hm- thank you"

◇─◇─Toms POV─◇─◇

I did stay up- is it because I cared- no... I was more worried something was going to happen, I knew Brandon, he was my old best friend all through school till he got with my girlfriend while we were on tour. He was known to hurt his dates, not physically but emotionally and seeing those streaks down her face just made something burn inside my chest. I kept driving until I made it back to her house, the Listing's house.

"okay Y/n-" I turned my head to see her asleep "fuck" I hit my head of the back of the seat, it was to late to call Georg to come get her, and her aunty and uncle couldn't know she was getting back at 4:15 in the morning.

I got out and walked to her side, opening the door and unbuckling her seat belt, slowly I pulled her out from the car and let her body wrap onto mine "hm- thank you" she whispered into my neck, her breath cool against my skin, I walked us toward the door, I went to her bag and pulled out the keys, I had no other choice, and let us in.

silently I began walking up the stairs, she was quietly snoring into my shoulder as I held her going to her room, I gently pushed open her door and set her on the bed, taking her belongings and put them on the desk "okay Y/n lie down" I whispered helping her lie back and pulling her sheets onto her

"my head hurts" she spoke again, without thinking my hand went to her head, I rubbed small circles and scrapped her hair back soothingly, a small smile appeared onto her lips before soft snores filled the room again. I took one last look before coming away, I went to her window, pulling it shut, closing her curtains and finally shutting her door. she wouldn't remember any of this... hopefully

Like I don't care about her but- she does mean something to me, but she couldn't know that

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romanarose · 1 year

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Awakened: Part One (Getting Started)

Santiago Garcia X reader X Benny Miller X Frankie Morales X Benny Miller

Takes place after Prelude: This better not awaken anything in me

Part 2 here

Masterlist

Summary: Santi discusses things with the guys, everyone is in. Group sex insues

WARNINGS: Okay. group sexual activity. IDK how to tag this but Ben and Will are brothers and they are gonna be naked fucking the same girl, but explicitly doing things to keep separate. Fingerings, handjobs, uuuuhhhh gay shit, bisexual Benny Miller, Bisexual Frankie Morales, Santi tbd we'll have to see next chapter

A/N: gonna have to be part three bc this went on forever lol

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Ah, the duality of man. A few nights ago, Santiago Garcia had you face down, ass up, being shoved into the matress as he fucked you so hard you were sure you’re guts were being rearranged. Last night he edged you for nearly an hour when he roughly ate you, not allowing you to come until you said you wanted to be fucked in every hole by his 3 best friends. Tonight? Tonight he had carried you from you were falling asleep watching Pride and Prejudice (again), laid you down on his soft bed, coaxed 2 orgasms out of you with his mouth on your clit and a fingers in your ass and cunt. He was taking his time now, body encasing yours as you writhed beneath him, the slow drag of his cock through your channel as he explored your mouth and neck having you close to coming a third time.

Santi always tried to make sure to do this, to balance out the rough sex with the soft, passionate; he knew he could easily get you off either way. Santi watched your body reacting beneath him, pulling away only long enough to smile at your pretty face, then going back to sucking hickies into your skin. He always took care of you, he was the king of after care. As Santi felt your soft skin, sliding a hand under your ass, caressing it instead of hitting it. He wanted to give you a little rest, as much as you said you could take it. He knew you could, he knew you’d do anything to please him, but that’s why his job was to watch out for you. It was his job to make sure you are comfortable and feel safe, it’s his job to allow you to be able to communicate your needs, and it’s his job to stop if he feels you’re too far into subspace to make proper choices for yourself.

Santiago just wanted to take care of you. So he always made sure to take his time for nights like this, nights where he just appreciated you and your body, nights where he just wanted to thank you for being you. Of course, then there was the fact you were going to get fucked senseless by the men he considered brothers while he watched. Pope thought you needed a break before that.

Will choked on his beer.

Frankie’s eyes bugged out.

Benny was grinning.

Theres no easy way to ask your friends if they want to have group sex with your wife. Santi had just gone for it.

“Like… all of us?” Fish asked. “Have you guys even had a threesome before?”

Benny chimed in. “If you guys are looking to start there, I volunteer”

Will rolled his eyes.

Santi ignored that, answering Frankie. “I mean yeah, she has three holes, doesn’t she?”

“Jesus Christ…” Will muttered, never a fan of being crass and chugging his beer until it completely disappeared. “Where does that leave you then Pope?”

“Watching.” He smiled. “Making sure she’s okay and everyone is good.”

“Awwwww” Benny teased, poking Santi’s cheek. “You gonna be my soft daddy dom?”

Santi smacked his hand away. “I’m not gonna be shit if you keep acting like that, pendejo”

“Oooohhh, getting started already” Benny laughed, before smacking his hands together, a wide smile on his face. “Well, I’m in”

Santi smiled. He knew Benny would be raring to go. Fish would act apprehensive, but he’d seen the way he looked at you in that sundress last week. Will would be apprehensive. He hadn’t done anything like this as far as Santi knew, but he had tried and failed to hide his erection at the beach trip, and the two of you had grown rather attached. Santi had, in fact, heard you moan Will name in your sleep last month, and rather than feeling jealous, made Santi rock fucking hard, waking you up to fuck you to the thought of Will inside you.

“Frankie?” Santi asked, looking over his glass.

Frankie considered for a moment, glancing at Ben who was nodding, hoping his threesome counterpart would say yes. “Yeah, I’m in ”

Everyone turned to Will, who looked back and forth between the three of them. “You know Pope, the last time you gathered all of us for a mission we agreed to, one of us ended up dead” He said straight faced.

Benny snorted out a laugh he tried to stifle, Frankie covered his smile with a hand, and Santi made the peak ‘white people face’ at Will’s dark joke.

“Fuck it, if I’m going to die, it might as well be between her legs, I’m in.” Will replied with a smile”

“FUCK YEAH!” Ben cheered, ordering a round of shots.

“No pussy/ass action with Ben and I” He asserted over the guys whoops. ‘I’m not touching his dick“

The guys discussed the, admittedly, very limited rules in addition to Will and Benny’s. Santi relayed the rule he had discussed with you. Spanking, hitting, slapping was all more than okay. You requested no one but Santi to choke you. Spitting was okay but not in the mouth. Frankie wouldn’t do any hitting, and Santi requested nothing that left a mark (hard slapping, hickies, bites, etc. Only he got to mark you.) They all had even gone over the very unsexy stuff, like agreeing to STD and covid tests beforehand, Santi would have plenty of lube, and although condoms weren’t required by you or Santi, they would be on hand for anyone's comfort levels.

“Everyone said yes,” Santi whispered in your ear, feeling you clench around him at the mere thought.

“Even Will?” you pant out, even though Santi is taking it easy on you today, his throbbing member continues to fuck you breathless.

“Mhm” Santi continues kissing you. “I know he’s your favorite”

“They’re all my favorite”

He hitched a leg around his waist, hitting deeper as he picked up pace. “I thought I was your favorite, Carino”

“Mmmm AHH, fuck, shit Santi” You cry out before regraining your composure. “You’re in the top”

That makes Santi giggle, grinning at you as if he wasn’t balls deep inside. “Do I at least outrank Tom?”

“Your dead friend I never met?” You pretend to consider for a moment. “Yes, but you’re on thin ice”

“Good” Santi sucks hard on your neck, marking you as his. “Wouldn’t have let him touch you anyway. Now, I want you to come for me baby, can you do that?”

“Yes, daddy” You wrap your legs around him, ankles digging into his lower back as you feel his balls smack against your ass. His hand massages your breast, causing you to spill over, cunt tightening to draw out his own orgasm.

“Fuck baby” He breaths out, collapsing on top of you. He moves to roll off, but you hold onto him, loving the feeling of his full weight on you and his cock buried inside your warmths.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?” You ask, rubbing his neck and shoulders.

“Of course, how could I ever say no to staying this close?” The two of you continued to kiss languidly, enjoying the lazy evening together, just kissing, touching, feelings, existing in each others presence. After a while, however, Santi kissed your forehead, sliding out of you and you felt his cum begin to leak out. “As much as I love this, you should probably use the bathroom before we fall asleep, don’t want you getting a UTI”

You groan like a disgruntled teenager, but roll off the bed and hobble to the connected bathroom, cleaning yourself off and brushing your teeth before coming back to bed, finding Santi walking back in with a cup of camomile tea. He let you get settled in bed with one of his shirts and a pair of Jurassic Park boxers you stole from him months ago after gently teasing him, then handed the warm mug to you before climbing into bed with you. “The guys are coming over for the game tomorrow” he said. “I don’t know how someone exactly starts a gang bang-”

“Ew!” You smack his arm with no real malice. “Don’t call it that!” You chuckle out with a cringe.

Santi laughed, a little snort as he crinkled up his face. “Why not? It’s what it is”

“Can’t we just call it an orgy?”

“I mean, we could, but I think orgies are more of multiple sexual acts at once. Benny’s not sticking his dick in my ass, as much as he might want too.”

You laugh at that, but continue, shaking your head. “Don’t like it. Makes me feel like I’m just being used. That’s not what I want.”

Santi kissed the side of your head. “No, no that’s not what we want either, sweetheart. We want to take care of you.”

There’s no way to initiate group without a bit of awkwardness. The game had ended, and everyone had hung around afterwards, thank god. Santi knew better than to try to interrupt a game. Benny would be gung-ho, but Will could be right next to him and you fucking on the couch, and yell at you two to keep it down so he could hear the commentary. Only thing to do was just start. You were sitting on his lap at the end of the couch, Benny in the middle and Frankie on the end, Will on the recliner. Santi let his hand wander; over your stomach, your side, and slipped up to grope your breasts, making you grasp and initially look at Santi with shock, before you remembered oh yeah, that.

“Oh fuck…” Benny muttered as he took notice of Santi putting his hands down your shorts as he kissed you. You focused on Santi, closing your eyes and tasting his lips. You still wanted this, you were just nervous for his friends to see you like this, and you knew Santi would ease you into it. For right now, you kissed Santi like you normally would, aware of the eyes on you. Santiago began slowly fingering you.

“Benny, you wanna take her shorts off?” Santi offered.

Frankie got up to stand on the other side of the couch, playing with your hair and stroking your face as Benny’s fingers trailed around your waistband, warm fingers skimming your skin as he asked for permission. You break away from Santi’s lips to smile at him and nod. Benny grins back, slipped down your shorts and muttering curses as he spread your legs open, dripping wet. “Fuck, sweetie” Benny glanced over at a nervous Will on the chair “You see that? She’s fucking soaked already”

Your eyes connected with Will’s piercing blues, the desire in him evident, but unsure how to proceed. You briefly think you should’ve started with just Will, since Benny and Frankie had experience with this already, but you had wanted them all so badly… Your breath hitched as you feel Benny’s fingers at your entrance. “May I?” he asks for your consent. This is the first person who will have been inside you other than your fingers and Santi in years, so you check with your husband once more time and you’re laying in his arms. Receiving a smile, you turn to Ben and give him a breathy “yeah”

Benny groans as he slides into you, the velvet of you welcoming him. “God baby…, shit” His fingers are longer than Santi’s, reaching further but curling in when he finds that spot that makes you jolt. Frankie turns you to him, Sant’s hand supporting your neck as you writhe in his lap, and you open your mouth to kiss your husband's best friend.

Frankie kisses slow, his mouth opening wide and wet to eat you alive, a soul consuming kiss before he pulls away to watch Santi’s hand on your breasts and Benny’s fingers inside you. “Doing so good, muñeca” Frankie praises. “Can’t wait to see how good you take my cock, pretty girl”

You preen for him, chasing his mouth for more kisses as Benny and Santi’s hands build you up. You lock eyes with Will again, right as the coil in your stomach is tightening, and you know what you want. You’re nervous, you don’t want to reject the others, you aren’t rejecting them. You want them too, but first, you need Will to join. You know Benny cares more about your needs and comfort than his own wants, so you gently push his hand out of you and he pulls back. “Will?” You say, his eyes widening and lips parting. “Wanna taste me?”

For a moment, he was too stunned to speak. He had hardly been able to believe this was happening; the amount of times he had jerked himself off to the thought of you, only to find himself ridden with shame… You were unavailable, surely, he thought you’d be disgusted at being sexualized by him, your husband's friend, no less. And yet, here you were, all laid out in front of him, in the arms of Frankie and his brother, and he couldn’t make himself move. Until, that is, you beckoned him. After a brief pause, he practically scrambles off the chair, as Santi lifts you up and into Benny’s arms. Benny places you between his legs, stripping off your shirt and his, leaving you completely bare. You barely registered Santi and Fish switching, Santi moving behind you on the couch, keeping a watchful eye on everyone particularly you. Frankie stripped off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, his erection painfully hard, but free from the tight constraint of jeans.

Will knelt before you, gazing up at you like you were a goddess, begging for your blessing. You carded your fingers through his hair, then pulled him close, encouraging him that yes, it’s okay, touch me, taste me, feel me. And god, did he. Like a man starved, Will Miller devoured the meal in front of him, putting two fingers inside you as he licked and sucked, his lips practically inhaling you. This is why they call it eating pussy. You whine for him, Benny’s hands were all over you, massaging and groping and just basking in you, lips pressing kissing into your neck and hair as you sat between his long legs, still covered in jeans, remembering Santi’s no marking rule. You feel him lick a long strip over the line of hickies Santi left on you earlier, a primal claim to his territory for the night, with out encroaching on Santi’s lasting hold.

“So responsive, making those pretty little sounds“ Benny purrs in your ears, his breath hot on your neck.

When Frankie leaned over to suck on your breasts, you could feel his length pressed against your thigh and decide to give him some relief as fresh gush of wetness flowed to Will’s face, making you pant as he continued tongue fucking you like it was his fucking job. You pull Frankies length out of his boxers and- jesus fucking christ he was big, how is that suppossed to fit? Undeterred, you spit into your hand and begin jerking him and you near your climax again, gentle moans escaping your mouth as your body chased their touches.

“Mierda, Pope, you’ve been holding out on us” Frankie gasped, doing his best to keep working you as you ran your hand along him.

Santi crossed the couch, eyeing you with a smile. He’d get himself off, jerk off near the end after edging himself the whole time, but for now he was watching, keeping careful track of your body language, and glancing at his friends, making sure everything is going as planned.

“How you feeling baby?” He asks, watching Benny and Frankies arms ravishing you as you spread yourself for Will. God, you were a sight.

“Great, c’mere?” You beckon him to the couch, and he obliges, gently caressing your face as he kisses you, then turns to watch Will continue to lick into your folds, face growing wetter by the second as you neared your edge.

Santi trailed his fingertips down your bare front, making you shiver before he startled circling your clit while Will nips and sucked and shoved his tongue and fingers impossibly deep inside you, strong arms lifting your ass, tilting you to him so he can drink you up. You can feel Benny’s erection proding against your lower back and ass, he practically whimpers as your body wriggles in his arms at a particular combination of Will’s fingers and tongue. Santi’s fingers explored your center, allowing Will access wherever he needed to work his magic. Word on the street was that William John Miller is a pussy eating champ. He tried to work his way around you without getting in Will’s way, but Will just went for it, whether or not his fingers were in the way, and Santi could only admit to himself he liked the way it felt.

Benny’s fingers, however, had found your mouth, starting with two, allowing your tongue to swirl around, giving a taste of what it can do before putting all four in. Your mouth spread to take him all, and he pumped in and out sloppily, Benny groaning at the feeling. “Can’t wait to see what that pretty little mouth feels like around my cock baby” He adds his thumb, and you aren’t sure how long you and take it

Frankie chimes in “You gonna take him in your mouth baby? Let him fuck your throat while your husband watches, muñeca?”

You hear Santi and press harder onto your clit.

All you can manage is a muffled. ‘Mhm’ with Benny’s hand causing you to drool down your chin.

“Gonna let us fill you up, pretty girl? Stuff you ful of our cocks, while Pope fists himself, wishing it were him inside you?” He kissed your spit covered neck. “Gonna treat you so good, pretty little thing, gonna stretch you out so good you’ll always need two dicks inside you just to feel full enough again.” Frankie kissed the corner of your stretched open mouth, licking Benny’s finger pumping in and out of you.

You were almost there. So fucking close, but between the tightening feeling in your lower stomach and Benny fisting your mouth, breathing is becoming difficult. Santi must have noticed you attempted to get air and the tears starting to water..

“Ben…” he warns, and Benny’s hands are removed from your mouth. Santi takes out the chapstick he always keeps in his pocket, applying it to your stretched out lips and giving you a kiss as you gasped for breath. “Good job baby, you’re doing so good.”

Benny took his wet hand, joining it with yours and wrapping it around Frankies cock, pumping it with you. “You ready, baby?”

“Uh-uh” You whimper out, barely able to hold it back.

“Come for us, baby, wanna feel your body when you come on Will’s face.”

Will’s eyes flick up at that, glancing to Ben but landing on you. That was all you needed. With the hands and lips of the four men you love, albeit in different ways, your body wracked with an orgasm as the coil finally snapped.

“Will!” You cry out before all thoughts become incoherent, your mouth a mess of babbling and moans.

You can register Benny’s arms wrapped around you, keeping you from falling off the couch, Frankie kissing your neck and breasts, Santi holding your head to keep it from hitting Ben’s while you tossed, whispering praises as drinks every last drop, prolonging your orgasm with every flick of his tongue.

When you come down, Frankies come is on yours and Benny’s hands, unable to hold back his own release as he watched you thrash in one Miller’s arms, coming on the other Miller's face.

Happy with his work, Will sat back, a satisfied grin on his cum soaked face, making him look significantly younger. “Fucking amazing.”

Benny hums in affirmation as he kisses into your hair. “You sound so pretty when you come, honey” He brings brings his hand to his mouth, licking it clean, muttering to Frankie about how good he tastes, and Will climbs his way up to you, “I could say the same thing about you, sweetness. See for yourself.” you tasted yourself on his god, he was right. He sunk back down on his knees before you, hands rubbing up and down your legs, feeling your soft skin as he gazed at your in adoration.

Still panting, you feel Santi’s hand on yours, drawing it to his mouth, large brown eyes on you as his skillful tongue licks it clean of Frankies spend. Well that was an interesting turn. When he was done, Santiago kissed hickey into your neck as a show of dominance, marking his property, making sure they all knew no matter what happened next, you were his.

“You did great sweetheart, I’m so proud of you” he planted soft kisses all around your face, so fluttering that you giggled as Benny rubbed your arms, confirming the compliments Santi powered upon the skin he kissed. “Always so good to me, such a good, girl, so fucking beautiful. Pretty baby takes care of me, takes care of my friends.” A kiss on the cheek. “Do you want to keep going, baby? Or was that enough?” Santi checked in before continuing anything else. Brain still whirling, you were trying to make the ‘yes’ come from your brain to your mouth.

You felt Benny’s lips brush against your neck. “We can stop, we don’t have to keep going if you’re having second thoughts”

Will squeezed at your ankles. “That was everything I dreamed of, Sweetness, it’s okay if you want to back out.”

Frankie grabbed a throw blanket that was draped over the couch, covering your front. “Well, I got off, so I’m good” He joked, chuckling a bit before planting a kiss on cheek. “But seriously, Muñeca, you-”

“Guys” you cut him off with a laugh, looking around at Santi, Will and Frankie, and reaching back to caress Benny’s softly stubbled face. ”I appreciate you all reassuring me, but after an orgasm like that, I’m going to need to catch my breath” You turn to Santi’s kind, smiling face. “I want to keep going”

Santiago Garcia grinned ear to ear. He turn to Frankie “Fish?”

“Give me a few minuets and I’ll be ready for round two” he half bragged

“Ben?”

Benny brushed your hair to one side, smelling your shampoo “How could I ever say no to the chance to touch her?”

“Ironhead?”

Will looked up at Santi with a cheeky grin “Well someones gotta get on their knees for her, your busted ass knees wouldn’t be able to get back up.” Will crawled his way but up to you, kissing your pretty lips as he pulled you to stand up with him, Benny, Frankie and Pope taking the chance to look at your ass.

“FUCK YYEEAHH!!” Benny stood up, scrambling off to where he knew Santi’s room was, nearly tripping as he tried to kick off his pants

Frankie quickly followed with a trail of “WOOP!”’s, yelping as he hit his hip on the counter when he tried to strip off his shirt, the clothe briefly blinding him.

Santi stood up, smacking your bare as as you stood in Will’s arms “I’ll give you two lovebirds a minuet“ he winked, knowing damn well he was the only one you loved.

You look up to Will, taking a moment to kiss him deeply. “Shall we?”

“We shall” With that, William Miller scooped your naked body up in his arms as your wrapped your legs and arms around him, and he carried to into the bedroom to start get fucked into the mattress by three men while your husband watched.

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PLEASE REBLOG!!!!!!!!! Ima need this one to get 100 notes if you want full sex bc this sht IS HARD TO WRITE

While I'm here ima self promo, if you love moon knight come read Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: 31 out of 33 chapters are out, almost to the end! Angst, hurt, comfort, smut, fluff! If you're looking for something focused around depression, trauma and healing, this is it. v bingable from what I hear.

tagging everyone who reblogged the first one, but please comment if you want to be tagged in part 3! PLEASE COMMENT EVEN IF YOU REBLOG IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED bc im stupid and I'll lose track lol.

lmk if I missed any warnings or anything! Remeber kids, after sex talk and checking in always v important!

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moocheesee · 21 days

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Bucchigiri?! x Reader

Some silly hcs when you're his s/o

Part Two w Outa and Matakara<3

Reader is GN!

Shindo

✓ I actually imagine you were a freshman at the school when you met Shindo ✓ you only knew him from afar since back then he liked to keep to himself, always shy and quiet around everyone ✓ things changed when you joined Minato Kai ✓ you were training with the other members when Ken came around with a new member ✓ you instantly recognized Shindo ✓ making your move on getting to know him you two spend a lot of time together (you constantly pestered him) ✓ he slowly opened up to you and you helped him woth becoming stronger as well ✓ when the incident happened where he got banned from Minato Kai you two lost contact even though you tried to find him again ✓ a while later Shindo showed up before you one day, completely changed ✓ explained his plans to you bc you still have a special place in his heart ✓ you tried to warn Ken but it was already too late when the fight started ✓ after the fight (and Shindo getting his ahh handed to him) he surprisingly stuck around you ✓ but not in a nice way, that mf was everywhere you went (or you swore it was a curse and you were the one constantly running into him) ✓ you knew everything that was happening with Senya and Ichiya because Shindo doesn't keep his voice down while ranting about them every chance he gets ✓ from then on you two were a duo (unintentionally)

Arajin

✓ plssss the only way you'd (hopefully) ever fall for this guy is when you knew him before ✓ like you were chilling with Matakara and Arajin everyday when you were kids ✓ watched them train to become Honki people omg ✓ but that day young Matakara got beat up by this group of kids you weren't around because of a family emergency ✓ you only ever heard Matakaras side of story of why he suddendly moved without saying goodbyes ✓ you two missed him everyday from them on but you had quiet a lot on your hands with rebel Matakara anyways (can't blame ya) ✓ when Arajin moved back and joined your school you were actually ecstatic ✓ you finally had your childhood crush Back after all ✓ Arajins eyes lit up for a bit and you could see a blush on his cheeks when he saw you for the first time when you went to greet him ✓ his happiness quickly dropped tho and he was acting cold towards you, kinda like he's hella uncomfy in your presence (Zabu wanted to beat shrimps ahh everytime he saw you sad bc Arajin ignored you again ✓ and this is how it went ✓ with you (and Matakara) trying to talk to him but he blocked you both out help ✓ you never thought you'd actually be jealous of Mahoro out of all people srs ✓ "I need to find my darling husband. I'm so worried about him." "Honestly, what do you see in that guy?" "He makes me laugh." -Y'alls energy ✓ anyways, i believe you two come together after the whole ideal with Matakara and Ichiya is done. ✓ you were the first one there to hug him&taking care of him and the way he finally seemed to care about you and Matakara made you happy ✓ you have the old Arajin finally back ✓ he still tried to ask Mahoro out w the stone and she rejected (obv) you swooped in and offered him to go on a date. ✓ with no guilt haunting him he was able to see you as you and man was SMITTEN ✓ have fun with a sweaty and awkward diarrhea bomb crushing on you ✓ tbh prepare for him to stare and be interested in other women too (if you can't beat em join em and now you both look at women you find pretty but You're much more smooth with it) ✓ will gift you your personal carved stone with yours and his initials <3 ✓ wear his shirts plsssss he loves it sm ✓ he can COOK and this WELL! Definetly would spoil you with food ✓ he hates fighting but still will protect you (as much as he could) ✓ pls hit him when he tries those cringy romantic shit on you ✓ oh also his momma would absolutely ADORE YOU

KOMAO

✓ HES MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ✓such a sweetheart omg ✓ BUT he'll tease the shit outta you if you give him the opportunity ✓ he's so clingy and touchy so expect him to randomly hug you or hold onto you ✓ PIGGY BACK RIDES!!! Both ways! Prefers if you carry him and he'll compliment you sm💞 ✓ prolly has really funny pet names for you too ✓ he straight up asked you out a few days after meeting you ✓ is not above pestering you until you say yes anyways ✓ absolutely loves it when you hold his face in your hands ✓ greeting him every morning means running towards each other and him spinning you (or you him, it can go both ways) ✓ lots of holding hands and hugging to the point Zabu groans loudly out of

#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri #arajin tomoshibi

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tomatoswup · 11 months

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Hello !! Can i have some fluff for tristamp!vash please 👉👈 (i'm sorry if i made some grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language :'))

Reader is ww's little sister, and she admires her brother so much that she would copy his cool characteristics, but deep down her personality is more shy, introverted, pure and innocent (as a result of hanging around with vash). One day ww asked his sister to go and confess to vash already (bcs ww can't take it anymore to see both vash and his sister just so sickeningly oblivious about eachother's feelings). So the reader went to confess to vash trying to be cool like her brother and all but failed miserably and return to her original personality (which leaves her stuttering, fidgeting, etc.)

I just realized it's so long- (I'm sorry 😔) feel free to pass this req :D and please keep yourself safe and healthy despite your busy schedule ^^

Confess!

A/N: Thank you for the request anon🫶🫶 This came out alot more longer than i thought,, also sorry for the late response I was multitasking with some work I was doing for school :/ i hope i did the request right -wheeze- Sorry for making you wait D: Enjoy🌱

warnings/tags: vash x reader, little sister!reader and big brother! Wolfwood,,, fluff, 2 am writing bc i need to fix my sleep schedule asap💪💪,, trigun coded chaotic confession from reader,,

Wolfwood liked to consider himself to be an observer, in more ways than one. Being a "priest" on the side, observation was one of the key things he did to keep both you and him alive in these treacherous deserts of No Man's Land but sometimes.

Oh just sometimes, it felt like a curse. And maybe it felt like that because he had watched on as his baby sister slowly fell in love with a moralistic idiot...Eh like a quarter of an idiot really.

"Ow ow ow..." Vash winced in pain as you tightened the bandages on his arm. After a nasty bounty hunter encounter, the group of you guys had decided to take a moments break from the road and crash at this small town that hadn't been too far from where you guys had been. And since having been given a med-kit by a kind family you had run into a while back, you took it upon yourself to patch everyone up with a stern eye, one that Wolfwood often shot at people.

In reality, it was the worst stern eye that Wolfwood couldn't help but want to stifle his laugh.

"Oh shut it, always getting hurt." You scoffed at the sorry-smiling blonde, cleaning the small gash on his right cheek "You act like you can’t die Vash, we're not all immortal..." He let out another small squeak of pain as you accidentally pressed down a little too hard on the wound "You need to take care of yourself a little more."

"Sorry about that.. I’ll try to be careful next time.." Vash sweat-dropped, trying to stop shying away from the cloth of alcohol you held up to him.

From above, Wolfwood dug into the pockets of his jacket, rummaging for another loose lollipop as he watched from the top compartment of the car in silence to not disturb the pair of you.

What? He was there first! Talking about ruining his evening nap..He put the newly found lollipop into his mouth and continued to watch on.

"Hey..." Vash muttered as you swiped your finger across his cheek, making sure the bandage held up.

"Hm?"

With a jolt, you quickly looked up when you felt the warmth of another hand cover your own. "Are you okay?" Vash asked softly as he gave you a concerned glint. Shit, you hadn't noticed you were slightly trembling.

Maybe that encounter ruffled your feathers a bit too much...Were you okay?

"I-" You choked out, feeling that odd churning sensation in your chest that you've only really come to realize you would get only around him. And it made you mentally blow a fuse.

W-What do you say!?!

It took a moments thought before you regained your composure at the sudden touch "I'm..I’m fine Vash.” You reassured him, playfully using your freehand to fix the glasses that had been falling off his nose “Don’t worry about me.”

'Are you kidding me?' Wolfwood thought in exasperation. 2 months, these small little talks and touches have been going on for 2 months now. Two months of him enclosed in a car as the both of you passively flirted with each other.

Yes, passive. Little bits here and there and suddenly you wear his jacket sometimes?

He can't handle the both of you anymore, it felt like he was drinking a overly sugary soda.

At least put a name to it!

Spotting Roberto making his way back to the car from not too far away, an idea struck up in Wolfwood's mind. Something to end the suffering, and something to perhaps help his little sister out.

"HEY ROBERTO!" Wolfwood lazily called out, jump scaring both Vash and you into standing like mercenaries ready for war. Looking up, you couldn't help but frown to see your brother mischievously waving down at the two of you.

"TAKE NEEDLE NOGGIN WITH YOU TO FIND SOME OF THE CAR PARTS! Let his ass do something..." He muttered the last part under his breath as Vash sighed, ultimately being pulled from the back of his jacket by Roberto who continued to walk down the road.

Was that a "Can we leave" from Roberto or was it just you?

"I'LL BE BACK!" You heard the spiky blonde shout out to you, and well, you couldn't help but laugh out and wave.

"Now that he's gone..." Wolfwood pressed down on the lollipop with his teeth until a small crack emitted, starting to chew on the poor candy "Seriously? Why don't you just tell him you like him already?"

Stuffing the med-kit back into your bag, you brushed him off "Nic I don't like him.."

Your brother let out a large, rugged laugh "Are you kidding me? For just being friends you two spend an awful long time alone together."

You felt the heat rise up to your face and god did you hope that it was because of the sun.

"Sorry but I'm gettin' tired of seeing the two of you pin for each-"

Wolfwood was interrupted by your muttering, making him hop off the roof of the car for a closer listen "Wanna say that one more time?"

"I can't..." You muttered as you slapped your hands on your cheeks, shooting your older brother a worried, red look "What if he says no?"

No?

You were worried if the love-struck idiot said no?

Have you really not seen how he would stare at you?

Wolfwood couldn't help but tilt his head in disbelief, the stick of his lollipop hanging off the edge of his mouth "Did you really- You try acting like me but you can't confess a little crush? What happened to that?"

You couldn't help but let out a tired exhale, he did have a point after all. As much as you did try to act like him, all brave and careless, you weren't him. Most honestly, the opposite and Vash had come to prove it too many times that you could count.

And maybe you were a bit too mean while you were putting bandages on him..

You covered your mouth, shyly looking away from your brothers' gaze.

Those times he had comforted you whenever you couldn't sleep, or when you were hurt-

"Oh spare me the shyness!" Wolfwood put a hand on his waist, putting his weight to one leg "Shit, if you don't tell him then I'd might as well-"

"NO!" You gasped out in horror at the idea. "No?"

Picking your bag off the floor, you massaged the bridge of your nose "I'll....Shit I'll do it."

Eh, Wolfwood bet two lollipops and a cup of sand that you were really gonna do it. But anything to end this suffering he's witnessed for god knows how long.

"Well, I'm just sayin' you should do it already. Its been way past due anyways..." He flickered his eyes back to you as he roughly ruffled the top of your head, making you whine in annoyance "Ouch Nic stop-"

"Just tell me when you do it. I'll kick his ass if he tries anything weird-"

"SERIOUSLY!?"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS!"

///

And that's how you found yourself outside the small town's saloon. Having asked Meryl where Roberto had dragged Vash, she pointed you to the right direction yet it was one you were a bit hesitant to follow.

Did you ever expect yourself to go into a saloon alone?

Hell no, you didn't even really find yourself talking to people in places like that. The last few times you've actually visited a saloon were only really just you sitting in a corner with Meryl or trying your best to sit away from people, watching as you ate your little plate of food but...

Would it really look weird if you strolled right in?

"It's alright..." You egged yourself on quietly "You can do it..Maybe if I just stroll in like Nic it'll be easy..."

I don't think you've seen how Wolfwood himself has entered bars...yikes..

With only a seconds hesitation, you pushed your legs forward and through the wooden double doors of the saloon, striding right into the loud bustling energy filled room.

Okay maybe you should’ve waited a bit more-

Yelling, laughing and god knows what those words were thrown in the air as the severe smell of sweat reached your nose, making you instinctively scrunch your face in disgust. Ew.

"Excuse me miss!" A waitress yelped out, making you take a quick step back nearly avoiding a bad collision with the poor girl serving drinks. Busy day it seemed, but you were here for other things.

Let's see, where could the two of them be- The sudden shout of your name made you do a double take around the room until the flash of red met your eyes and before you realized it, you saw Vash's waving hand of blue shine under the lights.

Well that was easier than you thought!

A wide smile on his face, his eyes practically sparkled as you pushed past several bar-goers and to his table. "Aren't I glad to see you!" Taking the seat next to him, you looked around the room once again "Wasn't Roberto suppose to..." You trailed off, turning and seeing the bummed out look on Vash's face.

"Well, we were gonna get the parts, but he saw the sign outside-"

Ohhh, the "if you bring two people they'll give you 50% off" poster...Made a lot more sense to be honest.

"And well, I guess you know what happened from there..." He sighed, resting his head on his hand, closing his eyes dramatically before batting them up at you "Now why are you here? I know you're not a big fan of these kinds of places."

So it did look weird!

Oh god...Your face began to feel a bit more hotter than usual as you unconsciously started playing around with a loose thread on your pants "Oh um...W-Well I came to tell you..." You nervously laughed out as Vash obliviously smiled at you, waiting for your response.

What if he said no?

With that singular thought, that singular worry that ran through your head once again, you choked. Nope, you couldn't do this.

You felt your heart beat against the walls of your chest alongside the loud environment and it felt...overwhelming. You should’ve done this another time.

The wooden chair scratched across the floor behind you as you shot up from your seat, making Vash jump a little "Actually Vash, I actually wanted to show you something I learned!” You fake laughed, taking a few steps back "But I just think it's bad timing maybe if I could just go outside to think about it-" Fumbling over your words, you hadn't completely taken in your surroundings when suddenly, you felt your back bump into one of the servers.

And with a scream, the server flew backwards and straight into the nearby table, flipping everything onto the...Very burly men sitting around it.

oops…

"HEY!" One of them hollered at you as you threw your hands up in surrender, the bar shushing down as the rest of the men began to spit out threats like venom.

"Woah woah woah! Hey guys, can't we all calm down and just chat? Haha? Maybe my friend here could show you a few tricks she just learned!" Vash intervened, putting a hand on your shoulder as he pulled you back behind him, putting his own body infront of you. Sweat starting to run on his forehead, he gave you one last nervous smile, teeth baring out “Right?”

Definitely not.

As if everything froze, the saloon had gone as silent as a library after Vash's remark.

Ohhh you fucked up...

Big time.

It was until the sudden shout of "Bar Fight!" had run through the room that you snapped out of your daze, realizing someone move faster than you had.

Vash took the opportunity to quickly turn and tackle you down to the ground just in time to dodge various glass bottles that had been heading your way.

"Gotcha!" Vash breathed out, pushing a wooden table down so that the both of you could take cover from the mess that was amping up at every second. The screams, yells and things breaking had made you put your hand over your mouth and listen in horror at the mess you had just created because of your last minute attempt to run away.

"Vash I'm so sorry oh my god.." You cried out from beside him as he gave you a nervous laugh "It's really no problem- GYAH!" He screamed, throwing himself forwards whilst pulling you along to avoid the body of a heavy-weight bounty hunter that had almost been thrown into you guys.

"LIKE I WAS SAYING, THERES NOT REALLY ANY PROBLEM! WE BOTH KNOW THIS IS THE KIND OF TROUBLE I ALWAYS FALL IN!" He yelped as you hurridly crawled to the next table for cover, Vash following behind.

"WHAT DID YOU REALLY WANNA SAY? AT THE TABLE?!" He loudly asked as you snapped your red face to him.

Crap.

Can't escape it now can you?

“I LIKE YOU!” You blurted out over the noise, catching him off guard "But! But uh! Not like the regular kinda like ya know!? More like a like-like? More like you make my stomach flutter and-" You continued to jumble your thoughts out as they zipped through your mind at the speed of light.

Fight or flight? HELL FLIGHT!

Pulling yourself up from the floor and onto your feet, you looked back down at Vash without thinking “IT'S OKAY IF YOU DON'T-"

"WATCH OUT!"

By the end of the day, everything worked out! Uh...Kinda.

"Ow ow ow..." You groaned, trying to lean away from Vash as he wiped the dirt off from the bump on your forehead.

"Hey don't lean away from me~"

This felt familiar didn’t it?

Well, besides getting hit with a metal serving pan square in the head, the both of you were able to get out of that hell hole without any other big injuries besides from your dignity.

And you made a big note to yourself currently sitting on the saloon steps, to never go into a saloon again.

Of course you had to make such a mess whilst just trying to confess your love to someone, it just had to be your luck! Maybe that was what Wolfwood was rubbing off on you!

You tried your best to avoid Vash's peering eyes as the tips of his fingers caressed your forehead, causing goosebumps to run up your shoulders "I never gave you an answer did I?" He pondered. And before you knew it, you felt a quick sting of pressure on your forehead and right on the bump, both hands of his gentle with holding the sides of your cheeks.

"V-Vash!?" You gaped out as he backed away, the blush on his face mimicking your own as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand "You really had a man's heart pumping with what you said back there! It might have not been as pretty with, uh ya know..�� He wiped the bump on your forehead with his thumb “But I’ll always say yes, even if you confessed to me in the deserts or in space..”

You stifled your laugh “Oh really?”

“Definitely.”

The sun had begun to set orange and yellow, illuminating the back of Vash’s body and thinking about it, you hadn't regret all those feelings, or this chaotic moment with him.

It felt like a mental photo that you had taken as those bright blue eyes shined adoringly at you as you couldn't help but break out into giggles.

“You beat me to it though…” He chuckled as he got up and offered his hand down to you. "How does breakfast sound? Maybe I could..confess my love to you in donuts?”

“Well don’t mind if I do~”

Breakfast sounded perfect.

#trigun imagines #vash x reader #trigun #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede x reader #vash imagine #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #:requests💙#nicholas d wolfwood #the sleep schedule effects hittin rn #sorry i made this longer than i thought #I GET TOO AHEAD OF MYSELF

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~Cherry Bomb~

Warnings: mentions of SA (not detailed), alcohol and drug abuse.

I decided to just change up a little bit the introduction of the prologue. I hope it doesn't disappoint you guys, it doesn't mean that the Billy romance is completely out of the table. That's not the case AT ALL, like, not even close. I just chose to change it up a little bit so it fits better the fic as it could lead anywhere.

I chose two songs to accompany this first chapter, you will find a symbol with the name of the song right at the beginning. As you read the chapter, the symbol will appear signaling the moment you need to play the songs and when to stop them.

Before you start reading it, please read the prologue for full context.

You can find it here.

I hope you enjoy!

Previous part (prologue), just in case bc I panic xd

Chapter One - Bruises and burgers.

★ Afraid - The neighborhood

☆ Kickstar my heart - Mötley Crüe

The tick-tack coming from the clock hanging on the wall is giving me an eye tick. I roll my eyes as the boredom is driving me nuts, yawning I stretch my back, lifting my arms. Another shitty day at work with shitty customers and shitty coworkers. I'm not very fond of people, I've never really had a lot of friends, in fact, I don't even recall having friends as a little girl. Of course, I had a couple of kids with whom I would play at recess, but that was it. In high school, I would hang out with different groups of people, but I never felt like I really belonged to any of them. It wasn't their fault though, I just didn't feel that way, you know? Like, I never had no one to rely on. On the other hand people didn't seem very pleased with my presence either, so...

It never bothered me too much, I liked being alone. I used to spend a lot of time in my head, making up stories of all sorts, fake scenarios and adventures. I had fun that way. My whole life revolved around books and comics, movies, and any other medium that would enrich my imagination. Although I must say that over the last few years, I have met some wonderful people, like Don. I met Don a couple of years ago, I'd landed a pretty decent job at an arcade in California, and the paycheck wasn't bad at all, he was my coworker. He wasn't into video games or comic books, but he needed the money to pay for school loans. Since I liked working there, the thought of settling down, getting a small room in a shared apartment, and starting a new life didn't sound bad at all. I did for a while, I was 20 at the time. I'd spent two years on the road and it was starting to take a toll on me. Everything was going well, but remember what I said about never having a real group of friends? Yeah, well, I actually had one for a short time. ★ I used to do night shifts at a local bar since I needed the extra cash to fix my car, which had broken down. When I said I had a rusty car, I really meant it. Every night, a group of six people around my age would come in and spend the night playing cards, drinking, and doing the usual shit people in their 20s do. I was the only one covering the nights, so it wasn't long until we became friends, especially since one of the guys in the group had his eyes on me. I liked hanging out with them. Soon, my shifts stopped feeling like work. Most of the nights they were the only customers, so I would just sit at the table with them and play poker until the end of my shift.

In the beginning, everything was fine, just a handful of wannabe adults having fun here and there, nothing special. But as the weeks went by, I started to notice small but weird details, I brushed them off. After all, they were in their twenties, living in a place like California, so of course things like alcohol and drugs were something usual.

During my first months in California, everything went well, I was convinced I made the right decision, but life wasn't planning on making it so easy for me, so eventually things started going south.

Don tried to warn me the few times the guys showed up at the arcade. I guess he could see something that I didn't. There's not a day that I don't regret not listening to him. I was so caught up in my own world that I missed all the signals until it was too late, and I know I deserved everything that happened.

With each passing week, everything turned more and more sketchy. New people started joining them at the bar, some of them were older, way too old. I just knew that they weren't just playing poker anymore. Slowly, they were going down a really dark path, and I was being dragged down with them.

I tried to stay out of it, but one night, one of the guys, Axel, showed up at my door. He was covered in blood, his own blood. That was his first mistake because after that they wouldn't leave me alone. I guess they assumed I was his girlfriend and tried to send him a message through me. We were actually pretty close, that's why he came to me when he needed help.

That night, he told me everything that'd been going on while I was nursing him up. After that, I understood why it's said that young people are stupid. Because we are.

Long story short, they got involved with some nasty drug dealers. I'm not talking about Eddie type of dealer. It was more of a drug network, they used to party a lot which led to them experiencing with strong, exotic substances. Safe to say they became addicted quickly, which resulted in consuming every day, and those substances were also expensive. So by the time Axel found himself knocking on my door, they were all in deep debt, and that's why he got the beating of his life. They did fuck him up real good, I was freaking out trying to convince him to go the ER to check for possible concussions. Needless to say, he refused.

After that I distanced myself from him and the rest, but as I said they already fixated on me.

Weird things started happening to me. It didn't last long though, just a couple of weeks. But I guess that's what you get when you ignore the red flags.

Don was there the whole time, he knew everything and kept insisting I cut off any ties with them, that just distancing myself wasn't enough.

I still saw them from time to time, especially Axel and Nadia, a breathtaking blonde with baby-blue eyes. I will never understand how she managed to fall into something like that, I swear she is the sweetest girl I've ever met.

I tried to help them both as much as I could, but it was to no avail.

Everything got too much for me on Axel's birthday, we all gathered to celebrate. I wasn't sure about going, but he insisted. That was his second mistake, and it was also mine. Don tried to talk me out of it, but we were just going to have dinner. They were planning on going to a club after that, but I'm not a party person, so I would just skip it with the excuse of having to work the next day. And that's exactly what I did. I had dinner, and then I went home, or at least I tried.

I will never forget that night. It was dark, the dining place we chose wasn't far from my home so I didn't take the car.

To this day if I close my eyes I can still feel the pain radiating through my body.

I would've ended up worse than Axel the night he showed up at my house if it wasn't for a couple of passers-by, but i was too late anyway. By the time the two strangers interfered, the other men had already managed to rip off my clothes between punches and have their fun with me on time. My entire body was aching, and the cold air didn't help soothe my already shaking figure.

After that I just left, nobody knew except Don. He was the only one I called once I managed to get into my house.

Eight months. That was the duration of my time in California. After that, I spent three months driving nonstop until I found Hawkins.

Today marks one year since that night, and I still shudder at the memory.

You're probably wondering why I decided to stay here after what happened, why not keep on traveling and avoid any attempt at a more stable life, or maybe go back home? Honestly, I don't know. I guess the contrast between this small town and a big city was too appealing after everything that's happened. Not gonna lie, my friendship with Eddie did help too. Of all the people that I've met in all these years of traveling, he's my favorite one. But I'll never tell him that, the fucker won't stop pestering me about it.★

The ticking of that goddamn clock still drumming in my ears pulls me out of my thoughts. I zone out a lot more than before, but I got used to it.

I groan annoyed, looking at the time. I still have thirty minutes left and I pray to God that I don't get any customers.

It's almost Christmas, so everything is decorated with tinsel and colorful lights, the streets smell like freshly lit fireplaces mixed with aromas of holiday sweets that had just been taken out of the oven.

I love Christmas, but like, obsessively. Although this year is kinda hard to get into the festive spirit, around this time is when I miss home the most. Reliving that night doesn't help either, it feels like my body knows exactly what day it is and decided to keep bringing the memories back on a loop. It's not like I think about it all the time, but sometimes it just comes to my mind like a slap on the face.

I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away, tired of the subject. I realize that I can start with my closing routine, first flipping the sign on the door as always. Soon enough I'm on my way to my car, not before grabbing some instant ramen and a few other snacks from the store. Sometimes, I walk to get to work, but the cold air of Indiana's winter is unbearable at this point.

It's a ten-minute drive home, it's already dark outside, it's almost 10 pm so my headlights help me see enough so I don't crash.

As always, I drag my feet to the entry of my roulotte, cigarette hanging from my lips like a ritual. My eyes fall on Eddie's trailer as it's parked thirty feet away in front of mine, just like every day. He's home, so as soon as I set foot in my house, I just throw my bag on the bed and rush outside again.

I make my way to the long-haired boy's door, I don't even bother knocking. Once I open it, the warmth of the house hugs my body as I make my way inside.

–Momma's home!- I shout, to make sure he can hear me. But I get nothing in response. I can hear some struggling, a frustrated 'fuck' coming from the living room. I look to my right just to find him lying on the floor with his arm under the couch, his neck hurtfully bent as his head rests on the front of the piece of furniture.– What are you doing?

–What does it look like I'm doing?- he tries to turn his head to look back at me, but clearly, he fails. I walk over there, swinging my legs over him trying not to step on him. I crouch, so now I have a perfect view of his face, it is red, and the vein on his forehead looks like it's about to explode. His bangs are bathed in sweat as he keeps struggling.

–I don't know, you tell me.‐ I try not to laugh as the words leave my mouth.

–My fucking arm is stuck under this thing.- he punches de couch with his free hand.

–How did it end up there Eds?- I don't even bother to keep it in anymore and a laugh comes out from the bottom of my chest.

–Oh it's just something that I enjoy doing...what do you think? My fucking guitar pick fell under it!- he starts out with a calm tone full of sarcasm and ends up yelling with a pitched voice.–Could you just help me already?

I laugh even harder, but I get up and place my hands under the side of the couch, lifting it up, freeing his arm. He rubs his now red, almost bruised, bicep as he mutters a "fucking couch" under his breath.

–You're welcome.- I let it down again and let myself fall on it.–Didn't it occur to you to just move it to the side?‐ His eyes snap up at me.

–Well, obviously not smartass.- getting up to sit beside me. I lift my hands in a surrendering.

–Okay okay, chill.- but I am laughing hysterically, which only increases his bad temper. His face turning red again.–Anyway, I brought ramen. Do you have any clean pots?.- I turn to look at the kitchen only to find the sink full of dirty dishes.–Nevermind.

His back is now laying against the cushions, he's lookin at the ceiling, putting on display his side profile.

Eddie has long, curly hair that falls a little lower down his shoulders. Big brown eyes, right under the waves of his bangs. We actually have the same haircut... kind of. The only differences being the orange dye in my hair compared to the chocolate of his locks, and mine has a lot more layers and volume. We're pretty similar in a lot of things, even in clothing.

His skin is pale making his pink lips stand out more as he bites on his bottom lip thinking.

–I'm too tired to cook right now.- he says with a dramatic sigh.–Why don't we go out?‐ He tilts his head to look at me.–I could use some fresh air.-I roll my eyes.

☆–Okay but I'm not driving.‐He shruggs nonchalantly.

A few moments later I'm handing him the keys to my car, as he enters the driver's seat. The sound of the engine roaring in the trailer park as he speeds off.

–The guys really want to meet you, you know?- I'm deep in thought when his voice fills the car, gaze lost in the window while i suck on a cherry lollipop.- Dustin wouldn't shut up about you after he met you.

–I mean, I will be having a few days off from work during the holidays.- I say, taking the sweet out of out my mouth, focusing on him. He's been trying to introduce me to his friends for a while now, I usually work double shifts so I barely have any free time. I kept promising him that I would find some time, but it's nearly impossible. After all, we are short on people at the store. But I did meet Dustin one evening after work, I'd stomped into Eddie's place unannounced as always. They were so focused on the videogame they were playing that I almost killed them from a heart attack. Kid's pretty cool though.

–Maybe you could join the D&D Christmas campaign.- My eyebrows rise in surprise, he's very picky about the people he allows into his D&D club. I've been pestering him about it since I came here, but he always would spit out something along the lines of it not being just a game, life or death situations and not allowing himself to recruit nothing but the best warriors he could find. Everything in a very dramatic way, just as he is. Even after I told him that I've been playing for years now, he wouldn't change his mind. Saying that the key word was "playing", and that it was enough for him to know I wasn't worthy of a place in his fantasy world or the Hellfire Club.

–Are you okay? Do you have a fever or something?- I tease placing the back of my hand on his forehead, fake concern lacing my voice. He pushes it away, not moving his eyes from the road.

–Shut up.- he laughs.–I'm just tired of listening to you bitching about it.

–Yeah, sure.‐ chuckling I place the candy back I'm my mouth looking outside the window again. I don't need to look at him to know that he rolled his eyes. He stretches his arm to reach the cassette of the car, turning up the volume and banging his head to the beat of Mötley Crüe. He speeds up the car almost to its limits, enjoying the thrill of the adrenaline as he laughs vibing to the song.

It only takes us two more songs before my car is far behind parked as we reach for the door of Richie's, I swear they make the best burgers here. The place is full, diferent groups of teenagers spread throughout the ample space. We make our way to a table and just as we were about to sit down, someone shouts behind us.

–Munson!☆

Next chapter.

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 16: 𝓤𝓷𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓽

Welcome to tkcember guys.

I wonder how long it’ll take me to do these.

Idk but it sure will be fun to try and finish them before the year is out

Can you tell I’ve relapsed into my Tokyo revengers phase? Jesus CHRIST this is longer than most fics I’ve written

Not much tickles, I just wanted an excuse to write “everyone loves Chifuyu bc he’s like their little brother”

—This do have tickles in it ngl— tw below the cut: mentions of injury and violence

Tags: @fanfic-chan @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss @fanfic-chan @nataliewritez happy tokrev y’all

Baji knew that being in a gang—and being so high up in command in said gang— would mean a loooot of trouble. He knew that it meant coming back home with a shit ton of bumps and bruises very frequently. What he didn’t expect was how bad it would affect him when he saw his friends coming back banged up.

First, it was Mitsuya. He had gotten into a tousle with some grunts from Valhalla over something minuscule. He won, no doubt, but Baji remembers him being unable to turn his head to the left for DAYS.

Then, it was Draken. Him and Mikey had run into some third years on their way back from lunch. They beat them with minor injuries, but Draken took a huge blow to his head to protect Mikey. Baji remembers him being unable to leave the couch for a good few weeks.

And now?

His heart shattered as Chifuyu dragged himself through the door of Takemichi’s home, where they all were hanging out that day. Baji’s loud gasp turned everyone’s eyes toward the beaten blonde. “Chifuyu…”

The boy was riddled with scrapes and bruises, some cuts still bleeding, others coated with caked-on dry blood. He was gripping his shoulder and limping a bit, his whole body shaking.

Big-Bro Mitsuya was at his side in an instant, kneeling down to his height to help him shrug off his jacket and remove his shoes. No words were exchanged between the two, only a terrified look from the white-haired boy as he examined every inch he could take in with his eyes.

“Chifuyu…” Mikey’s terrifyingly calm voice sounded as he appeared next to the duo, “What the hell happened? Tell me… now.”

Sighing, the younger boy hung his head low slightly. He seemed to be ashamed of himself and his actions. Chifuyu didn’t speak as everyone stared at him, merely trembling instead. Baji stood from the couch he was on and tapped the newly opened seat. “Let him sit.”

The stares never faltered as he dragged himself to the couch—with help from Mitsuya and Mikey of course—and smacked himself face down on the fluffy piece of furniture, sighing loudly in relief.

“Chi’ you look awful… will you please just tell us? Or even if you wanna whisper and just tell me?” The long-haired boy knelt down beside him, carding his fingers through the unkempt puff of blonde hair.

He buried his face into the cushion and uttered two words: “high schoolers.”

Takemichi gasped quietly. He had fought high schoolers? And lived to tell the tale?!

“Chifuyu, what in the fresh hell were you thinking?” Draken’s stern tone did not help to hide the evident concern lacing his words.

Chifuyu picked his head up, resting it on his forearms, his speech still a bit distorted. “I couldn’t help it, promise! I was going to the convenience store on the corner to get us meat buns; but before I went inside, I noticed this girl. An aisle over were these three high-schoolers, watching her every move through their peripheral. She looked uncomfortable, so I went to ask if she needed to be walked home, and she said she would like that.”

The group waited with baited breath for the story to continue.

“As soon as we walked out, they began to follow. She lives near here, so I made sure to take the confusing route. Y’know, the one by the bank?” The boy grimaced as he readjusted his position, shaking Baji’s hand off his head (to which the brunette took no offense.) “Even then… every single damn turn, they were ten paces behind us. Finally, I called out to them and told them to ‘leave my girlfriend and I alone.’ Stupid, I know.”

“Doesn’t seem stupid to me. I’d’ve done the same,” Mitsuya hummed from the kitchen, engrossed in the cabinet, pill bottles rattling as he rummaged around.

“They obviously didn’t believe me. They noticed my jacket and jumped me before I could even get another word out…”

“And the girl?” Mikey asked, anxiety hidden on his tongue. Everyone knew that Mikey was quite serious about the belief in his gang members respecting any female that entered their lives.

“I panicked and pulled a Takemichi,” the blonde confessed.

“…Meaning?”

“I turtled.”

A snort from Draken helped to lighten the mood a bit, but all were still listening nervously to Chifuyu’s tale. “I kept apologizing for being on top of her, and I felt terrible for putting her in such an uncomfortable position, but I just threw myself over her as a shield. I was so worried about her that I just let myself get the shit kicked out of me.”

Takemichi leaned forward attentively. “How did-“

“By the grace of the gods, your friends were passing by to go to your house at the time. Akkun managed to knock one of them square in the jaw, and that let Yamagishi sneak in and get the girl out from under me. Him and your other two friends rushed away to get her to her house. Akkun and I fought like hell, and thankfully we managed to take them down… not without me taking a couple more blows first.”

At that moment, Mitsuya returned from Takemichi’s kitchen. He placed the contents of his hands on the glass table in front of the couch, mirroring Baji’s knelt position. “Draken, you’re closest. Please, help sit him up.”

The tattooed male nodded and carefully placed his hands on each side of Chifuyu’s torso, the boy whining as his body was moved. “I know… I know… Mits’ is gonna fix you up.”

Pain medicine was administered, water was consumed, as was a very small amount of a chocolate chip granola bar. Soon enough, the injured boy was laying flat on his stomach again, with Mitsuya holding a small tube in front of his face. “Now, Chifuyu. Someone’s gonna help to put this on your back. Who do you-”

“Baji.” Zero hesitation was heard in the blonde’s voice..

Mitsuya handed the tube of icyhot to Baji, and hooked his fingers on the corners of the boy’s shirt. “Are you ready?”

“…”

“Chifuyu?”

“Its gonna scare you… I’m sorry. It looks worse than it is. I swear.”

The back of Chifuyu’s shirt was pulled up. His once soft, unblemished skin was riddled with scrapes and bruises, along with four large, red boot marks.

“Oh Chifuyu…” Mikey whispered, “how long were they hitting you?”

The blonde whined as he hid his head. He turned it, however, when he felt a small puff of air on his cheek. Baji had blown on his face to get his attention, not wanting to touch his dearest friend without his permission.

“Are you ready? I’ll tell you what I’m doing every step of the way,” Baji waited patiently for the response.

“Please just… be gentle?”

“I always am.”

Truth be told, this was not the first time that Baji had had to help Chifuyu take care of his injuries while the boy was completely out of commission. He always knew to warn Chifuyu before he did anything, because the blonde had always been jumpy and scared of touch after a fight.

“Okay, I’m going to go on your shoulders first,” the brunette explained as he rubbed some of the medicine between his hands. “Here we go. One, two, three.” He lowered his hands into his friend’s shoulders and began to slowly and delicately rub against his skin.

Chifuyu sighed a bit and relaxed after his body realized it was just Baji. He closed his eyes and relished in the warm touch, some of the pain in his shoulders starting to dissipate.

“Okay, I’m gonna go in a bit harder to get some of your muscle and joint pains away. Ready?” A silent nod allowed Baji to apply a bit more pressure.

The deathly, intensely quiet room was suddenly filled with gentle giggling from the boy on the couch, causing most of the others to smile.

“Ah. So you’re ticklish here too,” the long-haired male quipped as he continued to massage.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup.”

“Tell me when you’re ready for me to move down to your back.”

Chifuyu shook his head. Despite the unbearable ticklishness, the massage truly was helping his shoulders. “Nohohohot yehehehet.”

Baji couldn’t help but smile at his dear friend, thankful that he was at least still able to smile. Chifuyu’s sweet giggles continued to cut through the tension-filled air.

“Ohohohokahahahay. Yohohohou cahahan mohohohove.”

The brunette hummed in response, putting a bit more medicine on his hands. “Down to your upper back in three, two, one…” As his hands traveled downwards toward Chifuyu’s ribs and mid back, the boy writhed a bit as hit laughter increased in volume.

“Am I the only one who thinks that this is kinda adorable?” Takemichi dared to whisper to his friends, receiving shaking heads of agreement in return.

“Bahahahajihihi.”

“Mmm?”

“Dohohohont stohohohop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Ohohok-hyehehehahaha- Ohohokahahay.”

The medicine was long since properly rubbed in, and both boys knew it, but Baji would not stop until Chifuyu asked him. His hands massaged around his upper and middle back, the boy’s laughter growing every time they snaked near his ribs.

“Okahahahay. Ihihi feheheel behehetter thehehere.”

Baji put more medicine on and paused, suddenly remembering a moment that they had shared in the past. “So… I have to put this on your lower back… do you want to go somewhere more private for this?”

“I’ve lost my dignity anyways…” he sighed, pondering,” who cares if they see?”

Baji snorted. “Okay, going to your lower back in three, two… one…”

As soon as Baji’s hands began to gently rub, Chifuyu squeezed his eyes shut and his face returned to hiding in the couch.

“I know, I know. I’ll make this quick.”

“Juhuhust dohohoho ihihit.”

The brunette sighed as he put a bit more pressure. The injured boy’s head shot up so he could slap his hands over his mouth. “PFFAHAHA. BahAHAHAjihihi!”

“I know, I know, I know.”

“Ihihihit tihihihicklehehehes. SohOHOHO bahaAHAHAD.”

“You said you didn’t mind, and now look at you now.” Baji’s hands did not move from their massage, working a bit slower than usual to rub in the medicine. “It’ll only get worse from here, giggles.”

“stahAHAHAP teheheasihihing mehEHEHE!”

Baji chuckled a bit as he tactfully rubbed in the medicine, fighting the urge to let his fingers sneak around to tickle more. If Chifuyu didn’t give him the okay, he wouldn’t dare to touch him anywhere. So, he worked with what he could and how he could.

“Bahahahjihihi?”

“Yeah?”

“Thahahahank Yohohou.”

“Any time, Chi’.”

“IhihiIHIHIS ihihit ahaHAHAHAlmohohost doHOHohone?”

Ah, Chifuyu had had enough. Baji smiled a bit, retracting his hands. “Yep, all finished. How do you feel?”

The blonde braced himself on his hands, trying to lift himself up. His arms shook with effort, face planting back onto the couch not long after.

“Careful, Chifuyu,” the long-haired male ordered, “do you need help?”

He sighed, “yeah.”

With the greatest of care, Baji lifted a grimacing Chifuyu into an upward position once more. He quickly moved to sit behind him, letting the boy rest against his chest and between his legs.

“Anything you need, and you ask us, okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Nothing is inconvenient for us. We don’t care if we have to get up every five seconds; you. come. first.”

“Anything for our white knight,” Draken quipped.

“Anything…?”

“Anything…” Mikey replied, reaching forward to take his hand and run his thumb along the base of the boy’s own.

“Does that mean we can watch Ponyo?” The blonde asked with hopeful eyes.

The rest of the boys chuckled.

“We can watch Ponyo until we’re blue in the face. Do you want some more of your granola bar?” Mitsuya cooed as he stood to his feet.

“Mmm mmmnn. Ponyo first and then-“ a yawn ripped from his throat as he leaned back against Baji. “‘Nola bar… later…”

So, there they all sat, Chifuyu “watching” Ponyo with a content smile. (In reality, he would last about fifteen minutes into the film before falling asleep) Baji watching “Ponyo.” (In reality, he was so worried about Chifuyu that he could last about a minute before checking on the boy again.) The others copying Baji’s actions.

As soon as the blonde had fallen asleep, the collective sigh of relief from the group was audible. They continued to actually watch the film, sneaking reassuring glances on the sleeping first-division vice captain.

Hours passed, and Takemichi decided to just have the boys spend the night at his place. The sleeping blonde re-adjusted his position to rest atop of Baji’s chest, the long-haired male’s arms caging down to hold him as if he was guarding him from all of the world’s evils.

Chifuyu thankfully slept through the night.

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mal-urameshi · 10 months

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Girl same but anywayyy a shuriri story about them being stuck inside wherever (idk you pick) bc of a stormmmm

Thanks for coming in clutch, Mey!

You guys know I’m here to spread the Mama Okoye and Daughter Riri doctrine. So yall still gonna be indoctrinated.

“Shuri, that storm’s looking pretty bad out there.” Riri paced and fidgeted as she observed the tempest that was waging war on the landscape down below. They were presently the only ones at the Wakandan Design Group as everyone else opted to go home earlier in the evening.

“Don’t worry, Riri, why are you so antsy all of a sudden?” Shuri threw Riri a glance before re-focusing on upgrading the programming of GRIOT’s interface.

“I’m just saying I got a bad feeling. I’m getting goosebumps.”

“You know what you need?”

“To get back home? I should get back home. Mama’s probably worried about me.”

“No, to preoccupy your mind! Why don’t you give your suit some attention? Ever since you saw a bit of lightning you refused to move away from that window.” Shuri’s fingers danced across the holographic keyboard as she gestured to the abandoned parts at Riri’s workspace.

Riri sighed through her nose. She could have always went back to her village, it wasn’t like she was being held captive. But she didn’t want to leave Shuri by herself. It’s not like the older girl would have minded, but she’d consider herself a shit friend just leaving Shuri by herself while she sassed the circuits out of her AI.

Riri walked over to her work area and picked up her previously abandoned blowtorch just when an ominous clap of thunder boomed across the atmosphere, and with it, the lights were snuffed.

Riri lost her grip on the torch with a loud clang as her panicked scream filled the lab.

“Riri, Riri! Calm down. The power will turn back on!” Shuri tried to placate as Riri hyperventilated against the darkness.

Three beats of silence passed.

“Where the hell are the lights Suri! Where are you?!” Shuri heard Riri’s panicked steps run about the lab as she crashed into the tables and equipment.

“Riri, relax. Where are you? I’m coming to you.” Shuri navigated herself around the darkness.

“I-I’m over here!” Shuri held out her arms to feel around for the shorter girl, but didn’t feel her presence. That was, until her feet hit something.

“Ow!” Riri grumbled.

Shuri kneeled down and felt around Riri’s form, which had been curled up into a ball. Shuri planted herself next to Riri and wrapped an arm around her.

Another deafening clap of thunder assaulted their ears which had Riri shrieking again, “It’s okay Riri. I’m here. I’m here.”

Riri covered her face as her breathing continued to be labored. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just thunder. It’s just thunder!

“Why isn’t the p-power back on Shuri!” Riri dug her blunt fingernails into Shuri’s arms to try to ground herself.

Shuri shifted closer to Riri as she tried tapping on her kimoyo beads.

“Now, let there be light.”

A flash of lightning illuminated the lab before it was consumed by darkness once more.

“Shuri, why the hell isn’t the power on! There aren’t supposed to be power outages!” Riri rocked herself to soothe her anxiety.

Shuri fiddled with her beads to try to get to the bottom of it before they lost their power as well, “Oh, Bast.”

Riri tampered with her own beads to see if they’d respond, but to no use, “Shit! Are we under attack or some shit?! Some sort of…I dunno cyberwarfare or something?”

“Riri, calm down. No, you know that nobody could hack our systems. I’m hypothesizing that this is most probably no ordinary storm. It is perhaps an interference of Cosmic Forces.”

“Like them, Avengers fights? Or X-Men or something?”

Shuri nodded, but remembered Riri couldn’t see her, “Precisely.”

Riri took a deep breath, “Okay.”

“I’d go try to find a flashlight, but I don’t think you’d like me to leave your side in this pitch blackness.” Riri’s hands tightening around her arms confirmed her answer.

“I don’t care if it’s just for ten seconds, you’re not leaving me here by myself.” Riri pressed herself impossibly closer to Shuri as the rain tried to force its way by violently pelting itself into the reinforced glass of the lab.

“Fun fact,” Riri started, to try to get her mind at ease, “We aren’t actually in pitch darkness right now. It’s just a reaaalllly dark grey. Called eigengrau.”

“You’re scared enough to piss your pants but still want to one-up me?” Shuri scoffed teasingly.

“Hey, I’m just correcting you so that you don’t look stupid the next time you’re in ‘pitch darkness’. Be grateful I’m looking out for your ass.”

Another ear-drum-bursting roll of thunder had Riri landing on Shuri’s lap, hiding her face in her neck.

“That shut you up, didn’t it?” Shuri chuckled, waiting for Riri to snap back at her with her own arsenal of sass, but it never came.

Shuri wrapped her arms around Riri’s now shaking body and gently rubbed her arms in an effort to comfort her.

“I didn’t know your fear of thunder was this bad.”

Riri shifted a bit in Shuri’s hold, “Well, coupled with my fear of the dark, you have a terrified lil kid on your hands.” She took a shuddering breath, ”Sorry for making you see me like this. It’s kind of embarrassing, not gonna lie.”

“I have no idea what you’re apologizing for. I have seen you in objectively more embarrassing situations than this.” Shuri found herself absentmindedly caressing one of Riri’s twists.

Riri didn’t contest it, she knew it was true. She just felt…bad reacting like this.

“Sorry for screaming and making a scene earlier.”

“You were scared, Riri. You don’t have to apologize. I know you’re feeling uncomfortable and you don’t know what to do with yourself, but it’s perfectly normal. You’re acting like I’m some stranger who is going to judge you for very human reactions.” She pressed her cheek on Riri’s forehead.

Though the rain interrupted the silence, Riri still found that it was too quiet so she started talking, “I was scared of the dark as long as I could remember. I never really liked sleeping alone so I’d bunk with Mama more often than not. Especially when I was younger. But she didn’t mind, of course.”

“Of course Okoye doesn’t mind. She has you spoiled rotten.”

“What can I say? The luxuries of being an only child.” She grinned.

“Anyway. There was this one time Mama was on a mission with Aunty Aneka, so Aunty Ayo was looking after me by herself. And a particularly bad storm was passing through. I couldn’t sleep. I was balling my eyes out and I was tryna call Mama on my beads but she wasn’t answering. Aunty Ayo tried her best to console me, but nothing was working. I just wanted Ma.”

Riri closed her eyes and took a refreshing breath, “I dunno when I’d fallen asleep that night. But when I woke up, I was in Mama’s arms. We were going home.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet, Riri.”

Riri grinned, “Yea, I remember I started crying and borderline shouting at her though, for not answering her beads when I called. She calmed me down and apologized, saying she was in the middle of Recon. But she made it up to me anyway. She took me out.”

“See? Spoiled. Had I shouted at my mother I would have been lectured about respect. Not taken out for food and snacks. Let’s switch mothers.”

“Ha! And have Queen Mother give me that death stare she gives you everytime I’m up to some bullshit? No way. I was victim to her pinches twice. I dunno how you do it.” She rubbed her arm where she felt the phantom pain.

“I developed a thick skin for it.”

“Lies! Last time she pinched you I saw tears come out of your eyes.”

“You were clearly seeing things! My allergies were acting up.”

“What allergies? See? You always on some bullshit. Just admit you were crying.”

“I don’t cry. My eyes just water involuntarily. It is a medical issue I have to look into.”

“Oh, sure, Miss Head of Research.”

Just then a hum of energy filled the room as the lights came on again.

“All Systems are back online, Shuri.” Griot announced as he booted up again.

“So I guess the Avengers won or something?”

“Pray to Bast they did.” Shuri sighed in relief.

Riri knew that she should get up, but she didn’t feel like it.

“I kind of don’t want to get up either.” Shuri replied.

“Yooo, you can read minds now?” Riri pulled back to look at her.

“No….you just said that you didn’t feel like getting up so I agreed. Even though my legs are numb, I liked you holding me like I’m your lifeline.” She chuckled..

“Are you saying I’m fat?” She went to get up but Shuri pulled her back down.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” She pressed a kiss to Riri’s cheek.

“Thought so.” Riri smirked as she leaned into Shuri again and activated her beads to see if there was any news about Avengers level threats.

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

I ain't feel too good about this one, but I have to write to oil my gears. Apologies, everyone!!

#riri williams #princess shuri #shuri udaku x riri williams #shuriri #mama okoye and daughter riri #black panther #wakanda forever #ironheart #fanfic

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ironladders · 11 days

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so i had a thought about ashrah and syzoth and i really dont know how to feel about it so i want your input. and keep in mind i am still new to MK lore and dont understand the ins and outs of it like most other people do. but i read that in past timelines at least, demons of the netherrealm were dead bodies reanimated by quan chi. so i was wondering, how do you feel about the idea of ashrah having been syzoths wife in her past life, probably unbeknownst to her. does it make sense, the implications of it, etc.

hi sorry i was in figure drawing when i got this ask & that class lasts 6 hours 🫠 art school was a mistake

anyways: this is so good and yet evil oh my god??????? it probably wouldn't work in canon unless stuff got retconned, but the implications here are so interesting to me regardless and you could do so much stuff character-wise (especially for ashrah) with this concept.....

first off, don't worry about not knowing extensive details about mk lore. it's bound to be confusing for someone new to the franchise, and even then plenty of us who've been here for a while don't entirely know what's going on either. i had to look up half the shit i mention in this post just to make sure i'm not off by a bunch

syzoth would have the biggest mental breakdown ever if this were a thing. poor guy can't catch a break

this would be a lot for ashrah, if she were to find out or otherwise put the pieces together. i mean, her whole thing is wanting to be fully human, and yet in this idea, she's not aware that she once already was human. that would be absolutely wild and 100% turn her entire world upside-down if she were to ever find out that truth.

the angst in this idea would go crazy. I LOVE IT. i think that syzoth would be reluctant to get close in any way with ashrah (at least initially) because, even if he doesn't know about how some demons are dead people brought back to life, ashrah physically resembling + sounding like his dead wife would mess with his head SO much.

poor ashrah, too; she's trying to learn what it means to be human and make friends with all these new people, and everyone in the good-guys group seems to be willing to be open with her--except for syzoth. and she has zero clue why. of course, because of their similar pasts and common struggles, they'd probably be drawn to each other anyways, but it'd be 10x more depressing than in canon

i imagine in this concept, shang killed her and then gave her corpse to quan chi. i don't think shang tsung would've given syzoth's family the dignity of dying in the living forest, tbh, i personally believe he dragged them off somewhere far away to die (which is also how i imagine syzoth went so long without knowing they were dead in the first place. easier to keep him in the dark about his family's fate if he's not aware of where they are). alternatively, ashrah could be put in a similar boat to old-timeline hanzo, who was a vengeful spirit of the netherrealm after being killed by bi-han, and then continuously manipulated by quan chi. i guess she would have to be somehow turned from a spectre to a demon, but i'm sure they can figure it out with magic lmfao

you're sort of right about the reanimated/reincarnation thing, it just doesn't apply to every type of demon. (more lore explanation under the cut bc i rambled a lot and it got a bit long oops) (if you read up on all this already and this information is useless to you i sincerely apologize in advance)

the lots of different demon types in mortal kombat: imps, oni, the enenera, cambions, and other miscellaneous ones. iirc there was also gonna be another class called "elder demons" (like elder gods but not really???? i guess???) in an older game but that was scrapped.

there’s technically a difference between the oni and other demons, because quan chi in the old timeline was an oni before he turned into a demon after mastering sorcery. so i guess oni are like… lower than demons??? or something?????? i’m not actually sure what the difference is between the two tbh 😓

we know that the enenra are created from the souls of slain mortals, so they'd be an example of an undead person coming back as a demon, as mentioned in this very sad scenario. the only enenra that we've actually met in canon is smoke, who was explained to be one after dying as a child via his mk9 ending

it's really fucked up lol, some cult kidnapped & sacrificed him when he just a kid

so that would be one example of how in this au/scenario/thing, ashrah could've had a human life once and not be aware of it. this tracks pretty well with mk9 smoke not remembering his previous life or death, until his early memories came back to him after so long.

the only issue is that smoke was reborn as an enenra right after he was killed, and after he took out his revenge on the cultists, he woke back up in his human body with no memories of his previous life. so i assume this would apply to any other enenra: they die, come back and do their thing, then go back to their original bodies right where they died with no memories of their old lives. they don't minecraft respawn in the netherrealm, which is where ashrah is from. but if pre-death ashrah in this au was dragged to the netherrealm and then killed, then brought back as a demon that's further manipulated by quan chi's dark magic, i guess it could work?????

(speaking of the enenra: in one of his mk1 intros with ashrah, smoke mentions dreaming of the enenra. so either tomas already died in this new timeline & just isn't aware of it, OR he's gonna kick the bucket soon and come back as an enenra. either way, we should probably prepare his funeral in advance lmfao).

there have also been demons that aren’t enenra, but are still dead people reincarnated by quan chi, as you mentioned. they're really obscure characters -- i had to look them up to make sure i wasn't making this up in my head lmfao -- but in the show mortal kombat: conquest there's siann, mika, and sora. they're undead corpses of the netherrealm that were brought back to life as demons via quan chi's magic

they lived they served cunt they died

from my understanding (i haven't watched mk:c, i just read their wiki page) they were basically being forced to work for quan chi otherwise he threatened take away their living forms, which sucks. also mika might have a crush on quan chi….. for some reason???

the difference between these three and the enenra, though, is that they seem to actually be aware that they're undead lol. but maybe that's just because quan chi keeps threatening them with being corpses again if they don't follow his orders (again, haven't watched mk:c). who knows! their wiki page isn’t that long and doesn’t give me much info so i don’t have much to go off of 🤷🏻‍♂️

ashrah in mk1 does have a canonical demon type; she mentions that her and her sisters are cambions in an intro with kitana, hence how sareena can seamlessly change between her human-ish and demon form. i don’t thiiiink cambions are “reborn”/undead the same way the enenra would be? in irl folklore “cambion” is used to refer to either a changeling — which makes sense given sareena — or a demon-human hybrid. i really doubt ashrah’s the latter, though, so i suppose she just... spawned into existence as a cambion one day. or maybe she has demon parents running around somewhere. idk bro

i guess what i’m trying to tie together here is that in the “ashrah is a reborn dead person but doesnt know it and unfortunately said dead person is syzoth’s dead wife” nightmare scenario you’ve presented to my inbox, it could go a few ways:

she’s an enenra

same situation as the mk:c girls

hanzo-esque situation (although he's not a demon so. idk)

the second one is probably more in line with what you're thinking of, except that unlike the mk:c girls, ashrah would be kept in the dark that she's a reanimated corpse of a human woman.

and, i said this earlier, but i'll say it again: this would be a wild twist for ashrah character-wise. imagine: she’s fighting for her absolution, fighting to be a human and rid herself of her demonic nature, and then it turns out all along that at one point, there was a time ashrah was human. she had a human life and appearance once, and it was all ripped from her one day and she had no idea. even if her previous life wasn’t related to syzoth or anyone else on the roster, that would still suck. but on the other hand, i think it would give her even more incentive to purify her soul & finally kill quan chi. she'd be hurt, angry, want vengeance for the human woman she once was. the woman that was wrongfully murdered for a sorcerer's selfish gains. the possibilities are endless!!!

i dunno what else to put here or how to end this off, but i've got so many thoughts now... oughh

#not art #ask #ashzoth #angelscales #ashrah #syzoth #iiii am too tired to tag the rest of the ppl mentioned here LOL

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