#god fucking. dammit. i had too much fun in the first 3 chs
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the cowboy au will not hit 40k words the cowboy au will not hit 40k words the cowboy au will not hit 40k words (<- man who is crying)
#im so close.#im SO CLOSE#just.....finish. this one scene#and then. one more scene#but we are at 36k.#36!!!k!!!!#and this was supposed 2 be. a 20k fic#god fucking. dammit. i had too much fun in the first 3 chs#and left all the explaining for myself to do in the last ch#left all the heavy lifting 4 the end#'ooooh lets hint at more mysterious backstory i love hinting at mysterious backstory'#yeah but now u have 2 EXPLAIN the mysterious backstory u miserable cunt!!!!!#god i just need 2 end it i really just need 2 end it#anyway. will stop complaining and try to. actually finish this scene now. i guess
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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 91, Replies Part 1
1) “Alright Knuckles, here comes the airplane, now open wiiiide~ “- Hood’s got a big hand to give to Knuckles.
2) “knuckles please, just eat the fucking sandwich, he worked really hard to make it for you”- Given how big we later see Hood can ‘grow’ his hand to, you’d need to cut it down to size first to make it fit…except, Hood’s other secondary derivative abilities make that practically impossible too.
3) “Dammit guys, this place is rented, stop ruining the walls, the insurance does not cover this type of tomfoolery”- AFO deliberately did not insure the building just to leave the Manager stuck with the costs of the damage whilst he skedaddled.
4) “Alright knuckles, now tell me, what is the plan against a foe who’s stronger, just as fast, does not tire, and can regenerate? I hope you do have a plan ready”- Oh don’t worry, Knuckles has a plan alright…
5) “See this on a positive light: You definitely got to see a once in a lifetime underground fight, that’s for damn sure.”- ‘Once in a lifetime’, because it’s the end of your lifetime.
6) “Hey, welcome back you two, now that you’re done resting, are you ready for some true fun?”- Since Hood doesn’t seem to have quite the full range of abilities he later does against Endeavour, this Trio probably does have a decent chance of taking him out…sadly, they decided to go for the smart option, rather than actually risking it all to win it. Gotta keep to canon, even if it’s being stretched quite thin now.
6) “Alright knuckles, but did you at least told them what plan B was? Because I’m afraid they haaven’t developed telepathy. Not yet at least.”- Plan B. The Nuclear option. Bring the fist of God down upon the sinners. The ‘we’re gonna hand this over to the big guns’ plan. There can be only one method to achieve that…
7) “-Furuhashi when he’s told that he needs to adhere to the established canon”- Us when Furuhashi adheres to established canon at the expense of letting his actual characters have the cool moments.
8) “Oh god don’t even joke about that Kurogiri, this seems like the sort of shit would be pulled to solve this fight, and I already dread it. We don’t need a Skyegg 2.0. “-
….Awkward Cough.
9) “so, it is like he
like he has
some sort of
of
hyper regeneration
that’s what you mean, Knuckles?”- Again, in the interests of trying to fix the massive plot hole this would open up, I’m gonna have to stick with believing it’s just adjacent to healing, and that all Hood is doing looks like proper healing from an outside perspective, but instead is more akin to him sewing his wounds shut and forcing his body back into a humanoid shape afterwards – and given that it’s implied All Might really smashed AFO’s head good, that much blunt trauma is apparently beyond his quirk’s ability to fix- though it might be how his cranium un-deformed afterwards. Like, from what we can tell, he left nothing above the jaw but a red stain, so AFO, if not having hyper regeneration yet, must have had something that promoted cellular growth at least, if only to get his body pieced back together into a semi-stable form.
10) “Oh wow, AfO really fumbled this one then, that’s you mean? So much for being the best asset- Well, I suppose from the technical standpoint he really is the best Nomu around… even before he became a High-end.”- He was the best prototype they had on hand, easily deployable in the field, but he was still a work in progress – in fact, the trigger tests and the like seem to have been a means of continuing the work whilst not letting Hood out into a major destructive rampage with his increased power down the years, since we know he only gets stronger than this.
(Vigilantes ch 21)
11) “Oh jesus fuck it speaks, oh don’t tell me this is some bullshit prototype Nomu that AfO will eventually steal and perfect before stamping his own copyright brand on them.
I already don’t like where this is going.”- Well, it turns out that there was already-existing Prototype Nomu for a while before Teruo, but I guess all of them were further refined through the fruits of these tests into what became the High-Ends. Guys like Teruo seems to be the first steps in verifying how well the body of an ordinary person who’s not been surgically prepped for the changes can balance multiple powers and abilities whilst retaining their sanity and sense of self, before AFO further refines the process into creating better bodies capable of withstanding the strain of the powers at the expense of the mind- after all, He’s got brains enough for all the Nomu. The concoction of chemicals injected into Teruo and those like him seems to be initial tests run to bring out first the dormant, secondary quirk traits hidden underneath the primary manifestation of the quirk’s power, resulting in Teruo’s body changing to become stronger and more amphibian-like with added electrical shocks on top of that. Technically, these are all derivatives of the same single quirk, but they manifest as being similar to having multiple powers into one body.
Further refining whatever chemical process that Teruo and the café crew gets pumped up with is presumably the reason why the Nomu have similar, yet disseparate skin colourations as a visual indicator of their power levels- whatever toxins they’re injected with to allow them to withstand the strain of multiple quirks causes permanent changes to their skin tones as a side effect, with the heavy-duty chemicals making them black-coloured, and the less-severe strains keeping them plainer, closer to a ‘normal’ human’s skin tone, especially if they’ve been kept away from the light of day for an extended period of time- and given what all the Nomu look like, it’s not like you can just cobble one together in your backyard like it’s a family treehouse.
(Vigilantes ch 33)
12) “And that makes them extremely dangerous, as they are sparing no expenses to get what they want. We already have a theory on what their reasons are, and this is more of a point towards it, because AfO only wants to improve the formula to create the Nomu, rather than the petty money that he could get from it.”-Pretty much the same- it’s likely that refined trigger is what allows the Nomus to withstand the strain of their multiple quirks, at least up to a point, meaning that the chemical process of enhancing their body to withstand the pain is as much a necessary part of the process as the ‘physical’ remodelling that Ujiko does.
13) “Dammit knuckles, there is a fighting going on, stop criticizing the dude, he’s doing his best, alright?”- He and Nomura both have that n common at least. Always pointing out the flaws and the downsides in their opponent’s tactics, though Knuckle at least also turned that into advising Koichi on what other things he can do with his Quirk.
14) “But unfortunately not enough to overpower his hyper regeneration, I’m afraid.”- Hood’s stitching skills are better than Knuckles’ needlework.
15) “Alright knuckles, we know you kick ass, but I’m still worried on how you plan to take this foe down. I mean, I know you won’t, because canon, but still I want to know how you planned to.”- His plan was, ‘Buy time, then peace out’.
@thelreads
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Crowley be nice dammit
is the working title of my current rated-E AU WIP. The real title is Or Be Nice. We’re 5 chapters in, I’ve written through 10, I guesstimate it’ll come out at....16-18?
Here’s the thing -- I wanted to write Enemies to Lovers, but let them really, actually be enemies first, not just put them in a position where they should be enemies.
So Crowley is gonna be an asshole. You’ll be mad at him. Aziraphale is going full bastard. You’ll cheer. They are neighbours with thin walls. They will fight. Their conflict will be real. It will not be clear how they can possibly make up.
And oh my god you guys I’m having so much fun.
I promise you the happiest of endings and the sharpest of banter and very loud laughs. If you liked Shotgun Wedding you are probably gonna like this -- it’s a lot shorter and breezier, but it still has big feelings and complicated characters.
It is essentially the long form version of this gif, so, that will let you know if it’s for you:
Excerpts from Or Be Nice ch. 3:
Vivaldi. What. Fucking Vivaldi? Fuck. No. Fuck no!
Crowley snarled like an animal as he flailed out of the covers, reaching for his phone. It was 6 fucking 30 in the fucking morning. FUCK
Which was WAY too early for 'Spring' and that blasted chirpy fucking violin solo through the wall at OVER A HUNDRED FUCKING DECIBELS --
So yes, point taken, fine, Crowley had practised when he got home at 1am, but FUCK. It wasn’t his fucking fault he’d come home with a powerful need to smash something safely smashable. That was what the drums were fucking FOR. And now he was thinking in ALL CAPS before seven in the sodding MORNING because he was being subjected to the musical equivalent of a Red Bull chased with espresso.
He yowled with displeasure and pounded the bedroom wall -- not that it could be heard over the goddamn harpsichord trills -- and got up to find his isolation headphones. The Nice Neighbour would pay for this.
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Crowley took their revenge with a crash and a bang at 04:30 that night, just to change things up. And they had apparently added a cowbell to their battery.
Aziraphale had to get up for work a scant two hours later, so it was with no small amount of moaning and groaning that he dropped the needle on Der Ring des Nibelungen, The Ring Cycle, at top volume.
Brunhilde wailed. The game continued.
Wagner could last him for days -- at least it was better than playing Pachelbel’s canon over and over, which had surely been just as nauseating for him as for Crowley.
After work, Aziraphale stopped by a record store in search of new candidates that wouldn't set his teeth on edge. Or that were funny enough to be worth it if they did.
When he got home that night, he found an envelope on the floor, presumably pushed under the door by the Rude Neighbour. He sat down to examine it with a sinking feeling, reminding himself that if he didn't hope for a peace offering, he wouldn't be disappointed when he opened it.
He was not. He was infuriated.
The finest of pink glitter settled all over him and his reading chair in a shimmering cloud.
Never mind Wagner. Clearly it was time to break out The Nutcracker Suite.
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#good omens#good omens au#self rec#ao3#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#enemies to lovers#cw: abuse of classical music#and home-baked goods#these boys are 12 i swear#and pulling pigtails like nobody's business#crowley be nice goddammit you nincompoop
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"Doppelganger" *Part 17*
WHOO, y'all I really didn't think I had a lot left in me and then this just came pouring out. Wow. So yeah after about 3 hours and some crying and a breakdown later, here's another chapter. Definitely gonna get to 20. Oh yeah.
Warning: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. This one kinda got too close to home, but I made it that way so I have no one to blame but myself. If it hits close to home for you as well, I'm so sorry. Also if you're sensitive to....idk I guess I'll just say "drug use"? Use caution when reading.
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That Monday you went to class for the first time since you had been abducted. You slunk into class and sat in the back trying to remain unnoticed, but everyone instantly turned to you.
"Oh my god Y/N! Are you ok?!" One student asked you.
"How scary was it?" Another one asked.
"Was Nevada good in bed?" One girl asked you, causing three girls to hit her and shoo her away.
"I um...I…" you tried to breathe, but the questions and chatter kept coming. It was too much for you to handle. You grabbed your stuff and ran out of the classroom, down the hall.
"Hey sweetie are you ok--?" A young Hispanic girl asked you. It took you back to when Gabi had befriended you. You backed away from her and ran out of the building into the quad. You were hyperventilating, you could barely see in front of you. You collapsed onto the grass, crying. You hit your speed dial to call Chloe.
“Hello?”
“Ch-Chloe, I--” You could barely breathe, you were crying so hard. People were starting to stare, you had to get control of yourself.
“Y/N? Oh my god babe are you ok? What happened?”
“I...I need you…” You gasped, trying to get up and duck behind a building where no one could stare at you.
“Oh, oh honey I’m across town right now. Otherwise you know I’d come right down there,” She apologized. “Why don’t you call--”
“I can’t call Rafael,” You cut her off. “I don’t want him to know how fucked up I still am about all of this, we just started to get back to normal,”
“...Um okay, well I don’t know what you want me to--”
“Forget it, I’ll be fine,” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. You felt bad for being so short with her, but you weren’t exactly yourself right now.
You really didn’t want to have to use Rafael as your crutch, your lifejacket. He had his own life, his own career. He didn’t have time to babysit you. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You glanced around the corner, fewer people were in the quad now. You calmed yourself down enough to walk over and sit under a tree, breathing in the spring air.
You were just starting to calm down when your phone rang: RAFAEL CALLING.
Dammit Chloe…You reluctantly answered the phone with a fake chipper voice. “Hey baby!”
“Hola mi amor, Como estas?”
“I’m fine, Raffi…”
“Are you sure? Because Chloe just called me and--”
“She shouldn’t have called you,” You grumbled.
“Y/N, look baby if you’re in distress--”
“I’m not in distress, Rafael. I’m fine,”
“Are you--”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m sorry Chloe called you. I’ll see you at home,” You hung up the phone abruptly. You instantly felt guilty; why were you taking it out on him? He was just trying to help. But you didn’t want him worrying about you, that was the whole point. You just wanted to forget about everything for a while. You laid down under the tree and closed your eyes, enjoying the sunshine on your face.
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Meanwhile
Rafael really didn’t want to betray your trust, but he didn’t know what else to do at this point. You clearly needed outside help and you refused to let him give it to you, so he felt like he had no choice. He went down to the precinct and into Olivia’s office.
“Rafa,” Olivia stood up as he walked in.
“Hey Liv,” He nodded, giving her a small hug. She walked back around her desk as he took a seat.
“What’s up?”
“It’s….Y/N,”
“She’s having trouble dealing with her trauma, isn’t she?”
“...Yes,” He nodded sadly. “And she won’t talk to me. She won’t let me talk to her about it because she doesn’t want me to think of her as a ‘victim’ and--”
“Well of course not Rafael, you’re her--” She paused. “Are you two still engaged?”
“YES, Olivia,” He sternly replied. “We’re still engaged,”
“Okay, sorry,” She bit her lip. “Anyway, of course she’s not going to want to discuss her trauma with you, you’re her loved one. Would you want her to see you as a victim?”
“...No,” He shook his head. “But she needs to talk to someone,”
“Are you suggesting I talk to her?” Olivia half laughed. “Because that’s probably worse than talking to you--”
“Why? She won’t feel ashamed telling you things, she doesn’t care what you think of her,”
“Well, gee thanks,”
“You know what I mean,”
“Yeah I do. She doesn’t like me,” Olivia pointed out. “Which means she won’t be as open to me, you know that,”
“Well, I mean if any of the other squad members come to her she’s just going to be upset more and more people know about her, and I just thought---” He sighed and held his head in hands. “I just-- I don’t know what to do, Liv,”
Olivia came around her desk again and put a hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “...I’ll try, if you really want me to,”
He looked up and gave her a small smile. “Thank you, Liv,”
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That Night
You had come back to Rafael’s after your little meltdown. While you were at school, a very kind gentleman found you lying under the tree and noticed you needed a bit of shall we say, a chill pill. You had gladly taken a few and popped them on the way home, and you were currently sleeping it off in the front of the TV when Rafael came home, and he wasn’t alone.
“Y/N….Baby?” He called, but there was no answer. He gave Liv a worried look as he dashed through your living room, to find you unconscious on the couch while Netflix was asking “ARE YOU STILL THERE?”
“Oh my god, Y/N! Baby, baby are you okay? Y/N, wake up!” Rafael violently shook you as Olivia started to call for a bus. She stopped dialing when you groggily awoke, stroking Rafael’s face with a sleepy smile.
“Heyyy, baby--” You kissed him deeply.
“Are you--- are you high, right now?” He looked at you horrified.
“What? No! No….maybe a little bit,” You bit your lip trying not to giggle at his very serious face.
“God dammit-- Y/N, carino-- why--?”
“Oh my GOD,” You suddenly noticed Olivia standing behind him. “What is she doing here?”
“She came to--”
“Oh my god, you told her to come here didn’t you? You’re kicking me out, aren’t you? For HER?”
“What? No! Jesus Christ, Y/N what exactly did you take--”
“Oh yeah, let me just tell the ginger snap here what drugs I’m on, and then she can throw me in jail and have you all to herself!”
“What the-- alright that’s it, you with me,” He grabbed your arm and started dragging you to his room. “I’m sorry about this Liv,” He looked at her apologetically.
“Oh yeah, sorry Olivia, wouldn’t want to interrupt your romantic evening with my fiancée,” You mocked, making Rafael walk faster. He pulled you into the room but you were so out of it you flopped onto the bed like a rag doll.
“Jesus-- Okay seriously baby, you need to tell me what you took,”
“No! It was nothing, it was just something to calm me down, it’s not a big deal--”
“It IS a big deal!” He yelled angrily. “Look at you! You can barely sit up!”
“I’m fine! See?” You sat up for about 10 seconds before falling back down on the bed again. You started giggling uncontrollably until you saw Rafael’s face. He wasn’t angry anymore he was...sad? Scared? His eyes were filled with tears, his hand was over his mouth.
“....What is happening right now?” You blinked several times, trying to clear your mind. Seeing Rafael in distress suddenly made being high not so fun anymore.
“...You know this is how I had to see my dad every day when I was a kid,” He said through choked back tears. “You know how traumatic it is to see you like this Y/N I don’t know why--”
“What?” You suddenly sat up quickly, holding on to the edge of the bed to keep you upright. “I...no, you said he used to beat--”
“You think he was SOBER while doing that?!” Rafael yelled louder now, and became more angry.
“...No, I guess not--” You hung your head down, mostly because it was difficult to keep it upright.
“I...I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, I just can’t,” He threw his hands up and walked towards the door.
“Rafa I--”
“Just sleep it off, we’ll talk later,” He snarled and slammed the door.
Almost immediately you burst into tears; how could you have done this to him? You hadn’t really thought about his whole dad situation, but now that he said it out loud it made perfect sense.
You just wanted to feel better, without causing him grief. And instead you had caused him heartache and pain. It made you hate yourself more than you already did.
And to top it off, Olivia was now out there with him in the living room, probably comforting him. Holding him while he cried about how you hurt him. You were driving him right back into her arms, no potions needed. You wanted so badly to just go in there and tell her to get the fuck away from your man, but you still couldn’t stand. You just laid there and cried until you fell asleep.
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Hours later, you woke up to a dark room once again. It was 10:30. How long had you been out? You cautiously opened the door, but the living room was dark. Rafael wasn’t there?
“...Baby?” You called through the apartment to make sure, but sure enough there was no answer. You flipped on the light to see a note with your name on it. Oh god.
“No, no no no no--” You raced over and opened the paper, praying to God it wouldn’t say what you thought it would.
“Y/N-- Went out to clear my head, think about things. There’s food in the fridge I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be back?” You read out loud. When? Tonight? Tomorrow? A week from now? You started to grab your phone to call him, but before you could the door swung open and Rafael came sneaking in-- with Olivia.
“Oh my, Oh my god--” You wanted to vomit right there. They were both clearly a little tipsy and giggling, but when they saw you they straightened up quickly.
“Hey baby, you’re up,” He smiled sweetly, walking over and kissing your cheek.
“Oh so this is what we’re doing now, is it? I get high and upset you, so you go and get drunk to upset me?”
“What? No, I just-- we were just--” He looked to Liv.
“Y/N listen, we were just--” Olivia tried to explain.
“Oh I think you were JUST LEAVING, bitch,” You growled, starting to charge her but Rafael grabbed your arm.
“HEY, leave Liv alone,” He told you sternly, almost glaring at you. You had been here before, this was too familiar. You looked at him in surprise, then turned to Olivia with anger.
“...You did it again, didn’t you?” Hot tears stung your eyes as you swiped your arm from Rafael’s grasp.
“Did what?” Olivia asked, oblivious.
“You dosed him again, DIDN’T YOU?!” You started to charge her again as you screamed, but this time Rafael grabbed you by your waist.
“Y/N! Nobody fucking dosed me, you wanna talk about dosing? Let’s talk about how I found you earlier,” He barked.
“That was completely different--” You started to defend yourself.
“Why? Because you wanted to feel better?” He asked you angrily. “Because I went out and did the same thing, and just because you’re insecure about Liv and I, suddenly she has me under a spell?”
“This isn’t you,” You shook your head with tears rolling down your cheeks. “It just isn’t, I know it’s not,” You looked to Olivia, who still retained her confused look.
“Olivia, can you--?” Rafael looked at her while nodding at the door.
“Yeah, of course, I’ll-- talk to you later,” She gave a little nervous wave before walking out and closing the door behind her.
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“See? Are you happy now?” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t go after her like a little love spelled puppy, Y/N,”
“You don’t have to mock me--”
“I told you I wasn’t under anything! You think that just because I’m mad at you, suddenly I must be under some kind of spell? Because, what? Because I can’t be mad at you, because you’re ‘going through something’? What about me?! What about what you’re putting me through?!”
“I’m trying NOT TO!!!!!!” You screamed.
“Yeah well you’re doing a hell of a job,” He laughed sarcastically, walking through the living room to his room.
“Rafael, Rafa!” You chased after him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”
“To what, Y/N? To get high in the middle of the day on god knows what? Or did you not mean to get caught?” He sneered as he started to get undressed.
“I just wanted to feel better!!” You stomped your foot.
“I don’t make you feel better? You need drugs for that?!” Tears came to his eyes. He couldn’t believe what you were saying.
“No!!! I just--” You paused, trying not to cry. “I just don’t want our relationship to be you constantly comforting me, or-- or taking care of me, like I’m a child!”
“Yeah well you’re sure as hell acting like one,” He tossed off his pants and dress shirt and stomped into his bathroom to get a t-shirt to wear with his boxers.
“....Why are you putting clothes on to sleep?” You asked him cautiously; you both usually slept naked in each other’s arms all night.
“Because I’m sleeping in the guest room, you can have the bed,” He pushed past you and out the door heading down the hallway to the guest room.
“No, no no no no Rafael don’t,” You quickly trailed him, grabbing his hand and making him face you.
“Why? I don’t make you feel better, why don’t you sleep with your pills?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he pulled away from you and started to walk away again.
“.....Please….” You softly whimpered, making him stop in his tracks. He didn’t turn around, he just looked at the ground and sighed.
“...Please don’t leave me alone,” You sounded like a little girl scared of the dark, but you didn’t care.
You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t need him anymore, because the truth is you did. You needed him by you every second of every day, you felt absolutely helpless without him. And you hated it. But you couldn’t hide it anymore.
After a long pause, Rafael turned back to face you, tears were streaming down your face. You looked so small and pitiful, he instantly regretted yelling at you like he had. He walked back slowly towards you, taking you in his arms and rubbing your back.
“I’m never going to leave you alone, carino,” He whispered as you sobbed into his chest. “I promise you,”
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m so sorry about today. I just--”
“I know,” He nodded as he walked you back into his room and sat you on the bed as you pulled your clothes off. He took off his clothes and crawled into bed next to you, listening to your cries die down.
“I’m sorry I went out with Olivia, mi amor,” He apologized into your ear as he spooned you. “I knew how much that would hurt you and I did it anyway,”
“...It’s fine,” You nodded, even though you weren’t sure it was. But, you knew on some level that being high in front of Rafael would upset him and you did it anyway, so you couldn’t really hold onto it.
“....You really do need someone to talk to though, baby. Even if it’s not me,” He whispered, kissing the back of your neck gently. “Please?”
“Okay,” You nodded as you turned to face him. “I’ll do anything you want me to Rafa,”
“I want you to do it for you,” He pressed his forehead against yours.
“I don’t care about me, I care about you!” You shook your head.
“And I care about-- see this is what I’m talking about, baby,” He sighed. “You have to stop-- punishing yourself, or hating yourself, for whatever happened. We’re never going to be able to move on if you don’t,”
“....Okay,”
“Okay you’ll do it?”
“...I’ll try,”
“Okay,” He kissed you gently. “That’s all I’m asking,”
“....I flushed the rest of the pills,” You told him softly, making him smile for the first time that night.
“Thank you, baby,” He kissed you again.
“And I don’t care if you think that you’re--- being a burden, or needy, or some kind of anchor because you need me to feel safe. I want you to feel safe, all the time. And I WANT to be the one who makes you feel safe. Not drugs, not alcohol, not anybody else. Me. And if I need to be by your side 24/7 for the time being, then that’s what I’ll do,”
“What? Rafa come on--” You started to protest.
“No, I’m serious,” He took your hands. “I made a commitment to you, and I’m damn sure going to keep it. I will protect you from now until the end of our lives. So, I’ll call Morgan tomorrow and tell her that until further notice, unless I’m in court I’ll be working from home, okay?”
“I---I can’t ask you to do that--”
“You’re not asking me, carino. I’m offering-- No, I’m telling you, that’s what I’m doing,”
“....Okay,” You nodded with a small smile, snuggling closer into his chest as he pulled you tighter.
“I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world,” He whispered to the top of your head as you fell asleep on his chest.
“I love you too Rafael,” You cooed as you drifted off to sleep.
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The League of Extraordinary Rockstars, ch.8
Summary: LA is a hub for music and mutants, making it the perfect place for Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses, and countless other mutant musicians to call home. But it’s not all easy, especially when it comes to finding a decent place to live. So what better solution than moving in together in the mansion of an immortal? Love, drama, and super powers. If nothing else, it’ll be interesting.
Chapter Warnings: Language, genderswap!Steven
AN: This is a collaboration between myself and @the–blackdahlia! It combines elements from her fic “It’s So Easy (And Other Lies)” (specifically her genderswapped!Steven) and my super powered GnR series. It is completely AU and ignores timelines like Woah, but hopefully you’ll have as much fun reading it as we’re having writing it! Let us know what you think!
AN pt 2: It was entirely my fault that this chapter took so long, so special shout out to @the--blackdahlia for being so patient and kind while I got my shit together <3 <3 <3
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The night was spent with Stevie, Duff, and Izzy just talking, drinking, and trying to figure things out. Izzy had opted to return to his own bed for the night, and Stevie and Duff didn’t press him to stay, even though Stevie did pout when he said goodnight.
“I hope he realizes this isn’t a joke,” Stevie yawned.
“I’m sure he knows,” Duff smiled, “Let’s get you to bed pretty girl.”
Despite drinking more than Izzy and Duff had, Stevie was up before them the next morning, preparing to make breakfast for, what she assumed would be just her, Duff, and Izzy. But she knew she couldn’t get away with that.
That being said, she was on the lookout for a wild CC Deville to come crawling out of the cabinets at any minute.
She was so focused on being prepared for the potential Poison guitarist, that she ended up nearly screaming when she tossed a towel onto the kitchen table and it landed on a camouflaged Slash.
“God fucking dammit, Slash!” Stevie clutched her chest as the guitarist grumbled, shaking his head to get the towel off his hair and becoming visible again, “WHY are you sleeping out here?”
“Good question,” he stretched his arms over his head, “I was having some drinks with Tommy and Nikki. I must have passed out and they left me here.”
“That sounds about right,” She breathed. “Wait, since when do you have drinks with Tommy and Nikki?”
“Must have a death wish,” Vince commented as he came down the stairs with a satisfied grin on his face, “Morning guys! God, last night…”
“I don’t want to know,” Stevie turned away, missing the glare Slash shot him “I’ve gotta work on breakfast. You two, keep watch for CC.”
“We apparently need CC traps to go with the live traps Tommy wants to set up to catch that fucking raccoon,” Vince laughed, winking at Slash, who huffed and turned away. “Was it something I said?”
Stevie rolled her eyes as she started pulling items out of the fridge, “Vince, don’t be an ass.”
“That’s just his natural state,” Slash commented.
“If you think you can kill my good mood with your attitude you’re wrong,” Vince crossed his arms.
Ignoring the bickering rockers behind her, Stevie focused on the stove in front of her. Her cooking skills weren’t high class, but she figured she could handle some scrambled eggs and bacon, so she got started.
“I need Tommy to teach me to cook,” Stevie said to no one, “His cooking is amazing.”
“Yeah, if he kept cooking, I’d get fat,” Vince commented.
“Good,” Slash muttered under his breath. Before Vince could say anything, Kelly came down the stairs.
“What are you two bickering about?” He asked as he stretched to loosen his muscles. “It’s too early for this.”
“Apparently Vince is just planning on fighting everyone in Guns N’ Roses,” Stevie called over her shoulder.
“Hey!” Vince threw his hand up, “I’d never fight you, Stevie!”
“What are you talking about? I’ve seen you two bicker dozens of times,” Kelly chimed in.
“I can’t believe you’re all ganging up on me,” Vince huffed, “So rude.”
Snickering, Stevie finished the first pan of bacon, a few pieces maybe borderline burnt, but nothing any of the boys would complain about. She got started on a second batch before looking over her shoulder. “What are the odds of you guys actually making your own breakfast instead of stealing mine?”
“Slim to none,” Slash grinned. Stevie shook her head as Tommy and Nikki joined them.
“Good morning son,” Nikki patted Kelly on the shoulder.
“Oh my god that’s not over yet?” Kelly sighed.
“Nope!” Tommy smiled, “Oooo breakfast. I love food.”
“It pisses me off that you can eat and eat and never gain a pound,” Baz popped into the kitchen. “I want your metabolism.”
Stevie groaned at the increase in people in the kitchen. She wasn’t even that surprised when she went to place the second batch of bacon on the plate to find half of the first batch gone.
“Tommy!” She whined, spinning around and putting her hands on her hips, “At least let me finish before you steal my food!”
“What?” The speedster blinked, “I didn’t do anything!”
“Yeah right,” she rolled her eyes, “Look, I’m gonna make enough for everyone so just wait a few minutes!”
“But I-” Tommy flailed, sputtering as he tried to defend himself while the group chuckled at him.
“Where’s Ax?” Slash asked as he turned to Sebastian, “You usually drag him out with you.”
“Oh, yeah, he’s probably not gonna be around today,” the teleporter smiled sadly, “He’s in a, y’know… a mood. I was just gonna take some food back to our room.”
Stevie frowned, “Oh. Well, I’m making some eggs in a minute, but you can take some-” she turned to gesture to the plate of bacon only to find it nearly empty. “Oh come on!” She snapped in frustration.
“Third cabinet on the left,” Mick stated nonchalantly as he shuffled into the room.
Blinking in confusion, Stevie opened the cabinet in question and cursed loudly.
“Oh for fucks sake, CC!”
“I was hungry! You said you were gonna share!” The guitarist pouted around a mouthful of bacon.
“Why are you even here?” Tommy asked. “And why are you in a cabinet?”
“Alright, come on,” Mick pulled CC out of the cabinet, dragging the other guitarist out. Stevie sighed.
“I have a headache now,” She groaned. Tommy went to finish up the cooking while Duff and Izzy finally joined everyone. Once there was enough food ready, Sebastian was quick to make two plates and retreat back to his and Axl’s room, the tall singer awkwardly avoiding even looking in Izzy’s direction.
Not that Izzy noticed. He was too caught up in his own head as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to act around Duff and Stevie now. The night before, they had talked as if he would be another boyfriend, but that could have just been for his benefit. It didn’t mean they would appreciate him invading their space in front of the others. Did Duff even like guys?
It was too early for this. He needed coffee.
"Morning sweetie," Stevie greeted Duff. "Morning honey," She kissed Izzy's cheek, making him blush. "I'm gonna go lay on the couch. Fucking CC gave me a migraine." She walked off, mumbling about how he even got in there.
She had just flopped back onto the couch when Kelly suddenly entered her field of vision, the bassist grinning widely as he leaned over the back of the couch.
“I couldn’t help but notice,” he smirked, “you gave a certain guitarist a little smooch this morning.”
Stevie grinned back at him, “Hey, it was your idea!”
“Yeah, but you were so shy and nervous, I didn’t think you’d have the balls to actually do it,” he teased, laughing as Stevie punched him hard on the shoulder. “But for real,” he softened, “it all worked out?”
“Yeah, I think so,” She smiled. “He said yes at least...” Her eyes darkened a little before she shook her head and grinned, “So now you really don’t get to tap this anymore.”
“I hate you,” Kelly laughed, “But don’t worry. I sowed my wild oats last night.”
“Kelly, it’s the 20th century. You don’t have to talk like an old farmer.”
“I am appalled you called me a farmer,” Kelly said in mock annoyance, making Stevie laugh.
“I seriously have a migraine though,” Stevie told him, to which Kelly responded by yelling:
“Duff! Izzy! Come help Stevie!” He turned to look at her, with her eyes scrunched up, “You’re welcome.”
The two men quickly wandered into the living room, Izzy clutching his coffee like a lifeline while Duff chewed on a piece of toast. “What’s wrong?” The blonde asked, mouth still full, “Stevie, are you alright?”
"Just a headache…"
"You said migraine!" Kelly yelled, making Izzy give him a death stare.
“If she said migraine,” he replied, softly but coldly, “then why the fuck are you making it worse with your shouting?”
“Shit…” Kelly smiled sheepishly. “I’m just gonna go…” He quickly left, leaving Izzy and Duff with Stevie.
“I’m okay guys,” Stevie waved them off.
“Are you sure?” Duff questioned quietly, tossing his toast onto the coffee table carelessly as he approached the drummer, “Do you want me to grab Mick?”
Izzy shuffled uncomfortably. He didn’t want to leave, but he felt like he was intruding.
"Izzy, baby, tell Duff he's overreacting," Stevie smiled at Izzy. "I just need some cuddles from my boys."
It took a moment for the guitarist to respond- his brain short-circuited every time someone called him a pet name, and he was still trying to figure out his place here. It had been less than twelve hours and all his assumptions about what this relationship was had started to crumble in his hands. And he had no idea if that was good or bad.
“You heard the glowstick,” he finally responded, forcing a wry grin on his face as he turned to Duff, “Keep calm and get cuddling.”
Stevie smiled and reached for them, wanting cuddles. She sighed happily as they settled down by her.
"Thank you guys," She smiled. She kissed each other their cheeks and giggled when Izzy’s cheeks turned red, “Maybe today we can just be lazy? Apparently Axl might be MIA today, so we won’t have to like, seriously rehearse,” a small frown crossed Izzy’s face, but Stevie didn’t notice and carried on, “Although you know I’m always down to jam with you guys,” she grinned widely.
“That sounds awesome. Maybe we could switch instruments. I bet Izzy would look good playing your drums.” Duff suggested.
“Oh, I know he would!” Stevie said excitedly.
Izzy rolled his eyes, a small smirk of amusement on his face and his cheeks still slightly pink. Unable to resist, Stevie leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips. But her plan was foiled when instead of feeling lightly chapped lips, she instead felt nothing but air as she fell forward, landing across the couch with a soft ‘oof’.
“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry,” Izzy stood rapidly, his body gliding through Stevie and Duff. His shoulders hitched up around his ears, a guilty and embarrassed look on his face, and the two blondes would bet money that he was still intangible even as he stood out of their reach.
While Slash definitely had the worst control of his abilities among the group, Izzy wasn’t far behind, especially when it came to unconscious control. When he was calm or in a good mood, he was fine. But the second he started feeling emotional or frazzled, he had trouble staying solid. And emotional and frazzled were understatements as far as how he had been feeling the past week.
"Are you OK?" Stevie questioned as Duff helped her sit up. "Did I do something?"
"No," Izzy sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's ok." Stevie smiled at him, the light brighter. "As long as you're not falling into the girls locker room…"
"Axl fucking told you about that?" Izzy sighed. "Fucking Bill…" The redhead loved to tease him for the many mishaps that had occurred when his powers first emerged in their first year of high school. He was a little convinced that Axl had some sort of secondary power that allowed him to always be present anytime Izzy embarrassed himself.
Frowning to himself, he wondered if he should try to talk to Axl about what happened the other day, but before he could dwell on it his thoughts were interrupted when Duff chimed in.
“Hey, don’t stress dude, we all had shit happen when our abilities popped up,” he grinned, “For like, the first year or something anytime I got startled a bunch of fog would surround me.”
“Aw, that’s so cute!” Stevie laughed, “Little baby smoke machine!”
“Hey! Slash told me about you blinding your school photographer!” Duff told her.
“It’s not my fault! He told me to give my biggest smile. I couldn’t help it,” Stevie defended.
“Nice to know nothing has changed,” Duff teased.
“Izzy, help me out here,” Stevie begged. “Please?”
Huffing out a laugh, the guitarist shook his head fondly, “I mean, you do have a very… bright smile.”
Duff laughed as Stevie pouted, crossing her arms petulantly, “Aw, it’s not a bad thing! You’re our Sunshine!” He wrapped his arms around her, the drummer unable to keep a straight face as he rested his chin on her head.
“Good thing you two are cute or we’d have a real problem,” She told them as she snuggled into Duff. Izzy was about to say something when Tommy came barreling into the room.
“Guys! Guys! Look at this book I found in Nikki’s shit!” Tommy tossed a heavy book on the table and everyone got a chill down their spines.
“Well that certainly looks… ominous,” Duff said slowly. The book was thick and leather bound, black with red writing in a language that didn’t look familiar to any of them. Stevie reached out and touched the book. When she did, the wind picked up a little bit.
“Wasn’t me,” Duff told them when they all looked at him.
“Let’s crack this baby open!” Tommy said, excitedly. “Maybe there’s naked pictures in there.”
“Probably all of you,” Izzy smirked and Tommy rolled his eyes, but then looked a little nervous. Picking up the book again, he flipped it over to glance suspiciously at the back cover, tracing his finger over the strange symbol on the back. Shivering slightly, he put it back on the coffee table, squeezing to sit on the couch beside the other three.
“Alright, the curiosity is killing me!” With that, he flipped the cover open, quick like ripping off a bandaid. The four rockers leaned over to look at the first page.
Duff, Stevie, and Izzy, frowned at the words written there. “What the Hell?” Izzy stated.
“Seriously,” Tommy chimed in, “What sort of book needs a disclaimer like that?” Three sets of eyes snapped to look at the speedster. When he noticed them staring, he blinked in confusion, “What?”
“You can read Latin?” Duff questioned.
“Huh? No way, isn’t that like, a dead language or something?”
“Can you read this?” Duff pointed to the page.
“Yeah?”
“It’s in Latin,” he squinted at the words, “at least I’m pretty sure it is. Definitely not English though.”
Tommy’s eyes widened comically, looking between the figures beside him and the book on the table. Then with a gust of superspeed, he slammed the cover shut, huddling against the back of the couch away from the book, “How much did I snort this morning?”
"Whatever it was, you should share," Stevie told him.
"What did it say?" Izzy quizzed Tommy.
“It said ‘Tommy, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass’.” The group jumped, turning around to find Nikki scowling at them. Stalking forward, he snatched the book off the table as Tommy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Y’know, that’s actually pretty close to what it said.”
"Wait, how do you know what it says?" Nikki asked.
"Uh, well, you see…"
"Tell me what this says?" Nikki held out the book and pointed to a small part that no one could read, except Tommy.
"Property of Cherie Curry and Lita...Ford...oh fuck…."
“What? What’s wrong?” Izzy asked.
“Nothing!” Nikki and Tommy blurted out in sync. There was a long pause, Tommy fidgeting in his seat while Nikki glared at him and hugged the book protectively to his chest.
“Oh gee, look at the time,” Tommy stood nervously, “I think I hear Mick… somewhere.... Sorrybabedidn’tmeantobyyyye!” and with that, the drummer was gone in a blur.
“Dammit, T-Bone! You can run but you can’t hide!” The skin around Nikki’s eyes glowed orange as he ran off to track down his boyfriend, leaving the three Guns members to stare after him in confusion.
"What just happened?" Stevie asked.
"I don't know, but I'm going to go raid Kelly’s prohibition room," Izzy sighed, heading straight for the basement.
#guns n' roses#gnr#Motley Crue#My writing#other people's writing#Fem!Steven#Izzy Stradlin#duff mckagan#slash#axl rose#Sebastian Bach#nikki sixx#Tommy Lee#Vince Neil#Mick Mars#Kelly Nickels#cc deville
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Another Day in Hell || Ch. 5
this chapter is for @noanieactuallydrawingalot. i still absolutely love that amazing art you drew for this story and i’m forever thankful and sooo glad you’re enjoying this story!!! <3
also wanna give a shoutout to my girl @cammysansstuff because she’s been reading and supporting this story since day one and it means the world to me. <3
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The following days were spent in a mixture of more random small talk, light banter – Inuyasha was quick to discover that Kagome was fucking feisty when riled up, and likewise Kagome learned the half-demon had a wit that nearly matched her own – and some light weapons maintenance training. Kagome sometimes went with Inuyasha when he had to leave for some reason or another, whether it be searching for supplies, killing some nuisance deadies (helpfully stabbing some that Inuyasha felled), or inspecting the store for any security breaches or evidence of any unknown presence. Most of the time, however, she stayed behind, letting her shoulder heal and doing her part to keep the space tidy.
Kagome was able to recognize the voices that came out of the radio whenever Inuyasha talked with one of his friends. Most of the time it was the ones called Slayer and Monk, though sometimes a voice that went by Cane came through. Those conversations were always interesting; it seemed that Inuyasha didn’t exactly get along with this Cane guy and they were constantly tossing insults at each other. Kagome suspected they were both purposely trying to piss the other off and while strange – and if she were being honest, somewhat childish – it was also highly amusing.
It was after a particular conversation between him and Monk in which they discussed a rogue and the issue of trusting them with a fawn (??) that Kagome had asked why had had given his real name when he met her and not his alias. Inuyasha had seemed surprised at first, but then he’d shrugged and simply said he’d needed to get her to trust him. Doubtful she would if he’d lied right off the bat and given her a false name.
She’d digested that in silence, though the smile on her face suggested she appreciated that he had, in fact, been true with her from the start.
It was getting easier to be alone now, for which she was grateful, and while she still felt some lingering anxiety whenever she paid too much attention to how long he’d been gone, it was easily manageable. To pass the time, she played cards with an old deck she’d found while sneakily nosing through the stuff Inuyasha had collected over the months. A lot of the time whenever he returned during one of her games, he’d sit down and join her and they’d have the rowdiest, loudest games of Bullshit ever.
It was tons of fun though despite it being just the two of them, and more often than not Kagome was left gasping for breath from laughing too hard.
It was the day before two of Inuyasha’s friends were supposed to show up to take over watching the store and Kagome was in the middle of a rather boring game of Solitaire when the radio crackled to life. So used to the silence of the basement during Inuyasha’s absences, she jumped in her seat with a startled gasp and snapped her gaze to stare at the device where it sat on the table in front of her.
“Ash, come in.”
She blinked. Slayer, she thought, recognizing the feminine voice. Kagome’s brow furrowed slightly; the woman had sounded slightly out of breath and a tad harried. Was everything okay?
“Ash, do you read?” Slayer’s voice came over again and Kagome detected a smidge of impatience.
She bit her lip and glanced at the ceiling door. Inuyasha had been gone for about forty-five minutes and was due back in another fifteen, however it was always unpredictable when his exact arrival would be.
“Dammit, Ash—” Slayer cut herself off with a grunt and Kagome’s frown deepened as she stared thoughtfully at the two-way. That hadn’t sounded very good at all...
“Come back or so help me god I’ll feed all your precious ramen to the stupid zombies!”
Kagome’s eyebrows rose at the rather...unique threat and her lips twitched. Over the past few days she had also learned of Inuyasha’s fervent love – or maybe obsession was a more accurate term – for the noodles and had he been around to hear it she was fairly certain that particular threat would get his ass in gear. The man liked his ramen.
A few more seconds ticked by and the device remained silent. Kagome watched it for another five seconds before shrugging and going back to her game, figuring Slayer must have realized Inuyasha wasn’t around. Putting the five of hearts on top of the six of spades, Kagome idly wondered what had happened and hoped that it was nothing bad—
“Answer me right now, you goddamn prick!”
The shriek coming from the tiny speaker startled Kagome so badly she nearly fell out of her chair and with a gasp, she didn’t think as she reached over and snatched up the radio.
“Uh, er, h-hello?” Kagome spoke into the mic, wincing at how uncertain she sounded.
She received no response and she bit her lip before continuing a little more bravely, “Um, Slayer, right? I’m sorry, Ash isn’t around right now, but I can pass along a message if you’d like?”
She released the switch and waited anxiously, hoping the woman wouldn’t be mad that she’d answered and not the half-demon. A few seconds later the two-way crackled to life and Slayer’s voice, much more composed, came through.
“Hi,” she said amiably and Kagome relaxed. “You must be that woman Ash has told us about. Uh, yeah, I’m Slayer.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry you had to hear that...usually he picks up right away so I thought he was deliberately ignoring me. He’s done it before, usually when he’s in a mood.”
Kagome could practically hear the other woman’s eyes rolling and she couldn’t stifle the snicker that bubbled up. “I’ve only known him for a few days, but I know exactly what you mean.”
“I think we’ll get along just fine,” Slayer replied and Kagome could hear the smile in her voice. “Listen, I don’t mean to be rude, but I need to go. I did have a reason for contacting him and it’s kinda urgent, so could you please tell him to contact me when he gets back?”
“Of course,” Kagome returned without hesitation, frown back in place. She wanted to ask if everything was okay, but knew it wasn’t her place yet so she refrained. “He should be back in about ten minutes or so. I’ll let him know right away.”
“Thank you,” Slayer said, relief evident in her voice, but there was also an edge to it that was more than a little concerning. “It was nice meeting you...sorta.” A soft laugh floated from the speaker and Kagome echoed it.
“Ditto,” she said and the radio fell silent once more.
Worrying her bottom lip again, Kagome set the two-way on the table and sighed, staring down at the cards on the table. She’d scattered them slightly when she’d been startled from the radio suddenly coming to life so she started gathering them into a pile and stacking them back to replace into the ripped cardboard box.
She had just decided to get in a little PT for her shoulder when the ceiling hatch flipped open and Inuyasha dropped inside with a grunt. His shirt was bloody, which meant he’d had to utilize the sword at his hip – Tessaiga, if she recalled correctly – and Kagome hoped whatever he’d had to cut down was already dead.
She tipped him a smile and sat down on the bed. “Hi.”
He flicked her a glance, grunted, and promptly shed his shirt, unceremoniously dropping it to the floor before digging around for a clean one.
Kagome’s face flamed and though she told herself to look away, her eyes took in his muscled back with unveiled appreciation, catching a glimpse of his chest as he straightened to pull a t-shirt over his head. Hastily she looked away and desperately hoped he hadn’t caught her checking him out. Good lord, but the man was ripped.
“Um, Slayer needs to talk to you,” Kagome said. “She sounded a little weird, so I answered her back on the radio. She said it was urgent.”
Inuyasha frowned and picked up the two-way. “Weird, how?”
Kagome shook her head. “Like she was out of breath and, I don’t know...agitated?”
Nodding, not really liking the sound of that, Inuyasha depressed the switch and spoke into the mic, “Ash to Slayer, come in.”
Her reply was immediate. “Took your sweet time,” she quipped.
He rolled his eyes. “What happened? You said it was urgent.”
Never one to beat around the bush, Sango cut right to the chase. “Monk’s hurt,” she said and even Kagome could pick up on the concern in her voice. “We ran into a group of people that threatened to kill us if we didn’t hand over our weapons and supplies and Monk got a cut in his arm that I think needs stitches.”
“So why don’t you—”
“We ran out last week, Ash,” she cut him off, sounding impatient. “Remember? Because Cane is a fucking idiot and used the last of it so he didn’t bleed out after that stupid stunt he pulled?”
Inuyasha cursed because yeah, he remembered. “Fucking wolf,” he muttered.
“Besides,” Slayer continued, voice soft. “You’re the only one I trust to do it right. It’s Monk, Ash.”
Inuyasha closed his eyes and sighed, thrusting a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he rumbled, grimacing. “I know. Alright, fine, but Thing One and Two are gonna hafta—”
“They’re already on their way,” she interrupted and the relieved gratitude in her voice was unmistakable. “Left about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Copy. See you soon.”
“Back atcha.”
Inuyasha stared thoughtfully down at the two-way radio for a moment before shaking his head and placing it back on the dock to charge. Ginta and Hakkaku, otherwise known as Thing One and Thing Two, were the biggest scatterbrains he knew and often forgot to put it back on the dock to charge at the end of the night. At least now it would have a halfway decent charge before they carted it around everywhere.
“Looks like you’ll be meeting everyone a day early,” he said as he turned back around, one hand on his hip while the other racked through his hair. When all Kagome did was toss him a distracted smile before adopting her look of pensive concern again, Inuyasha frowned and then crossed his arms.
“What is it?” he asked. He’d gotten to know the young woman pretty well in the past few days and he could tell something was bothering her now.
Her eyes flashed to his at the question and she worried her bottom lip. He cocked a brow, wondering what it could possibly be to make her this hesitant, then she sighed and really, he should have expected what came out of her mouth next.
“Those people,” Kagome began quietly, her gaze searching his, but for what he didn’t know, “that...Slayer was talking about, who wanted their weapons. Did...were they...killed?”
Kagome didn’t fail to notice the way Inuyasha visibly tensed, and when all he did was clench his jaw and harden his stare, she had her answer.
“So,” Kagome said some twenty minutes later and tilted her head, giving him a sidelong glance as her lips twitched. “Thing One and Two?”
From where he stood by the edge of the shop’s roof, keeping a lookout for a huge black truck and straining his ears for the sound of a diesel engine, Inuyasha glanced to his right and studied the profile of the woman that stood beside him. His gaze met hers for an instant before she looked away, back toward the deadened land that surrounded them and the even deader figures that wandered it. A few of them dotted the landscape here and there, but not enough to be a concern, so they more or less went ignored.
Inuyasha’s brows dipped into a slight frown. He knew it was still bothering her. She tried to hide it behind vague smiles and forced laughter, but he could see the strain around her eyes, the way she unconsciously worried her lip and seemed to lose herself in thought. He didn’t like that she was so obviously troubled by this, and several times now he had to stop himself from reassuring her or spewing out complete bullshit just to see a genuine smile on her face again.
Because the fact of the matter was, anything he could say wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference because this was something she had to work out by herself. He knew she didn’t relish the thought of killing someone in cold blood – hell, he was willing to bet his ramen stash she was the type of person who caught insects in her house and released them back outside – but unfortunately, that was the way of the world now. You had to kill in order to survive and she was just going to have to accept that on her own terms, no matter how harsh it sounded.
Inuyasha knew she would. Kagome was strong; maybe not in body, but definitely in will and heart, and he was confident she would come around in time. And until that time finally came around, Inuyasha would be there to protect her and offer his assistance whenever necessary.
“You’ll understand when you meet them,” he finally answered, lifting a brow. “Otherwise they’re known as Smokey and Bandit.”
Kagome actually did a double take at that and her mouth dropped slightly.
“Yeah,” Inuyasha muttered, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “I know. And yes, it was deliberate. I swear to God they’re joined at the hip. Not once in the entire time I’ve known them have I ever seen them apart. Also they’re bona fide idiots.”
“Don’t be rude.”
He shrugged, unapologetic. “You’ll see,” he said and the distant rumble of a diesel engine had him turning his gaze back to the road.
Not ten seconds later he spotted the familiar black dually weaving between the abandoned vehicles on the road, the twin silver stacks rising up on either side of the cab clearly visible. The truck was lifted and altogether a motherfucking powerhouse and Inuyasha loved the thing. His own vehicle had been stolen long ago when everything started but it wasn’t a huge loss; the sedan had been on its last legs anyway and he wasn’t sorry to see it go.
This monster, however, Inuyasha had pretty much claimed as his own, everybody knew it, and he’s not going to lie: he was going be fucking devastated if something happened to it. He considered it a bonus that it was a zombie killing machine and hell yeah it was fun mowing them down with the modified grill he’d fashioned himself. Reminiscent of a pilot that was usually found on trains, the heavy steel frame easily cleared anything in front of it and it was arguably the best idea he’d ever had.
While Inuyasha raised a hand and waved, gesturing for them to drive around back to the loading dock, Kagome came up beside him and gawked at the six-wheeled monstrosity.
Inuyasha caught the look on her face and grinned proudly.
“Beauty, ain’t she?” he boasted and watched as Hakkaku, in the passenger’s seat, threw him a thumbs up as Ginta turned the wheel to go around back.
“It’s huge,” Kagome mumbled, frowning. “Is it yours?”
“More or less,” he answered and gently took her elbow to guide her to the other side of the roof. “I found it shortly after my own car was stolen, cleaned it up, made it better, so as far as I’m considered it’s mine now. Doesn’t hurt that it’s a beast and a definite upgrade from what I had before.”
The two wolves were just backing up to the loading dock and hooking an arm around Kagome’s waist, Inuyasha murmured a word of warning before hopping down to the ground. Predictably the roar of the diesel truck had attracted a number of deadies and Inuyasha told her to stay put before unsheathing Tessaiga and getting to work.
And as always, Kagome watched in awe as the half-demon darted from zombie to zombie and she couldn’t help but think that he was truly a sight to behold as he swung that huge sword of his around. Bodies fell at an alarming rate and there wasn’t a hitch in his stride, zero hesitation as he cut down the undead with a practiced ease that was almost frightening.
“Pretty amazing, isn’t he?” a voice said to her right and Kagome managed to tear her gaze away from the half-demon to find one of the inhabitants of the truck standing beside her, his gray eyes friendly.
“Don’t tell anybody, but I’ve always thought Ash can give Cane a run for his money any day,” the wolf demon said with a mischievous grin and Kagome blinked in surprise.
“Don’t let either of them hear you say that, or you’ll never hear the end of it!” another voice piped up and Kagome shifted her gaze to find wolf demon number two standing in the bed of the truck. The first thing she noticed about him was his blonde mohawk tipped with red and she thought the look suited him.
The one beside her, a tad shorter than she was with hair the same shade as his eyes and streaked with black, snickered and offered her another wide grin.
“Nah, he’s too busy showing off to hear,” he chortled and Kagome had to smile. “And Iris was bitching out Cane again when we left so doubtful he’d even care if he knew.”
“His face was so red!” Mohawk crowed as he hoped down from the bed and landed beside Gray Eyes.
“But from anger or shame, it was hard to tell!”
While the two men laughed at the expense of Cane, Kagome stood there staring between the two of them with a bewildered look on her face, not sure exactly what to say and wondering if they even remembered she was standing there. She suddenly understood why Inuyasha called them Thing One and Two.
And as if on cue, said half-demon sauntered over and barked, “Would you idiots knock it off and introduce yourselves already? Fuck’s sake, how that wolfshit puts up with you two I have no idea,” he muttered as he bypassed them and entered the backdoor to open the bay in order to load the truck.
As one the two wolf demons looked at each other, blinked, then broke into wide grins before abruptly spinning around to face her so fast Kagome took an involuntary step back.
“Our apologies, miss!” they said simultaneously and Kagome could do nothing but stand there and gape as together they took the same stance, legs akimbo with thumbs pointing at their chests, and plastered on matching, toothy grins.
“I’m Smokey, I have dimples!” the gray haired one said proudly.
“And I’m Bandit, the shrewd one!” Mohawk declared, then to Kagome’s utter bewilderment, they performed an odd sort of synchronized dance with fake fighting that reminded Kagome of a bad action film. They concluded it by striking what they probably assumed were power poses but in reality made them look ridiculous.
Well, more ridiculous.
“And together, we’re Smokey and the Bandit!” they chorused and it was glaringly obvious they thought they’re little show was original and awe inspiring.
So of course Kagome, after getting over her shock, smiled brightly and clapped as they blushed and bowed.
“I have to admit,” she started, a teasing note to her voice, “I was a bit disappointed when you didn’t roll up in a black Trans Am, but that definitely made up for it.”
The duo stared at her for a beat of silence before abruptly losing their shit, jumping up and down, talking loudly over one another and basically just acting like rabid fangirls over the fact that Kagome understood the reference and where they’d gotten the names from. She stood there with a bemused smile on her face and inconspicuously inched toward the door where Inuyasha disappeared.
The truck bay door suddenly slid open, revealing Inuyasha in all of his scowling glory as he glared at the two idiots.
“You both need to shut the hell up before you attract every goddamn roamer within a mile radius and I have to explain to Cane why you morons became zombie food while I stood by and watched. Now quit wasting time, make yourself useful and help me load the truck or so help me...”
He let the threat trail off with one last glower before turning and disappearing further into the backroom to gather supplies to take back to the dojo. Bandit grimaced and muttered an apology to Kagome before scampering after him while Smokey chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Uh, sorry,” Smokey apologized with a sheepish smile. “It’s not often we meet people who share our love for classic films. Heh.”
Kagome giggled and waved off his apology. “It’s fine,” she said. “It’s a good movie and one of my favorites. I have to ask, though, you do realize—”
“Smokey, get your ass over here before I barbecue it in molasses!” Inuyasha bellowed and Kagome snorted a laugh.
The wolf demon scrambled to obey, tossing Kagome one last smile before scurrying over and taking the box of canned food from Inuyasha’s arms to hand to Hakkaku, making a train.
About half an hour later the truck was loaded up, Ginta and Hakkaku were standing in front of the open bay door and waving them off as Inuyasha and Kagome drove off in the monster of a truck. Inuyasha had had to lift her up into it since her arm was still healing and she couldn’t heave herself up but he hadn’t seemed to mind and in fact did it before she’d even asked.
Leaning out the open window and smiling back at her new friends Smokey and Bandit, Kagome waved one last time then leaned back in her seat with a sigh. They were definitely interesting characters and meeting them made her wonder what his other friends were like. She was especially eager to meet Slayer; it’d be nice to have a girlfriend to chat with again and maybe she’d be able to get some more information about Inuyasha from her.
“I like them,” she announced, reaching up to grasp the handle above her head as they bumped over rough terrain and ran over debris that couldn’t be avoided. “Now I know why you call them Thing One and Two.”
She giggled as Inuyasha snorted, but the grin on his face told of his amusement.
“Told you,” he said and hit the button to put up Kagome’s window. Some of the roamers were a little too close for comfort and he didn’t want one of them reaching in.
“I do have to wonder, though...” Kagome suddenly said and Inuyasha flicked her a brief glance before looking forward again.
“What?” he rumbled, managing to squeeze the massive truck into an alley that led back to the main road. A few roamers were standing around in it, but the mounted pilot took care of them, effortlessly plowing them down and clearing the way.
Kagome tilted her head and tipped him a smile, brown eyes flashing impishly.
“They do realize that Snowman was Bandit’s partner, and not Smokey the Sheriff?”
Inuyasha couldn’t stop the grin from spreading and he barked out a laugh.
“What we’re dealing with here,” he replied, shooting her a smirk as amber eyes glinted wickedly, “is a complete lack of respect for the law.”
Kagome threw her head back and laughed.
Ch. 6
a nod to one of my all-time favorite movies, Smokey and the Bandit. also that last line that Inuyasha says is a quote from the movie. Sheriff Buford T Justice, otherwise known as Smokey, says it to his (very dimwitted) son.
buy me a coffee? C:
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Bunker Bunch Ch.8 - O’Brother
@spnfluffbingo2019 square filled:Family AU
@spnbromentbingo square filled: Asking for Advice
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam
Warnings: None, just Language- these are the Winchester’s after all. Maybe some angst if you squint, brotherly fluff.
Summary: In the wake of his wife’s surprise pregnancy, Dean gets some shocking news and looks to his little brother for advice.
A/N: the scene with the ultrasound has some lines from one of my favorite movies called “The Back-up Plan” I’m just borrowing them for fun. This chapter is Dean’s POV.
Catch up on the series HERE
Everything is NOT gonna be ok!
Y/N is pregnant.
Don’t get me wrong, that I’m thrilled about!
But today at the doctor he told us she’s having twins! Two. There’s two kids in there! Omg I’m totally freaking out... but I can’t tell my wife that- she’s freaking out enough on her own! What the hell am I gonna do?
Earlier that day
“Dean are you ready to go to our ultrasound?” Y/N calls out from the hall. She’s nearly 3 months pregnant and today we get to see a picture with one of those sona-somethings. I’m actually really excited.
“Yeah babe” I reply “just grabbin the keys” I meet her in the Hall with a quick kiss and we walk to the garage, load up in baby (my first baby) and head on our way.
Once we arrive, Y/N checks us in and we wait for a bit, chatting idly about nothing in particular. The nurse finally calls us back and does all the normal check up stuff; height, weight, blood pressure, bloodwork. Ugh... needles. Anyway the doctor comes in and squirts some gel on Y/N’s belly and we patiently wait... it’s time to see my baby!
A sudden swooshing sound fills the room and we look at each other,
“Huh” the doc says curiously, and when he doesn’t say anything else I have to ask,
“Huh?... What huh?” I say concerned.
“Oh, there’s another heartbeat” he says nonchalantly.
“IT HAS TWO HEARTS?” I yell panicked. What the hell does this mean and what do I have to do to fix it!? In a split second the doc yells back,
“NO BUT YOU HAVE TWO BABIES!....congratulations, your having twins!”
I heard Y/N say “Oh my God” and I don’t remember much after that.
I’m super excited to be a dad, but if I’m being totally honest with myself I’m also terrified. I grew up on the road knowing about all the nightmares that lurked in the dark. I didn’t get a childhood, how am I going to provide one for someone? Let alone TWO someone’s! I...what....how?
“SONOVABITCH” I bite out under my breath. My heart is racing, head pounding, ears ringing... I feel like I was just thrown headfirst into a wall by a Demon.
I wipe my face with my hand and take a deep breath. I gotta calm myself down... get my head in the game. Think. Who can Help....SAM! Sam’s a dad, I’ll talk to Sam.
“Hey Sammy” I greet my little brother. Of course the geek boy is in the library reading. My oldest nephew JD is there too though we call him Shaggy on account of his hair, looking every bit like the little Sammy that used to follow me around. His head is buried in a book while sitting next to his father.
“Hey Dean. How ya holdin up?” Sam asks, giving me a knowing look.
“Good. Good. I’m good Sam.” I stutter trying to keep my voice even.
“Right” he says, “Shaggy, buddy go find mom and Auntie Y/N see if they need any help with dinner”.
My nephew dashes out with an “ok daddy” and I take his seat.
“So twins huh?” Sam says, trying to start a conversation,
“Yeah, that’s what the doc says”
“So what are you thinking"
“I’m thinking how bad I’m gonna screw up 2 kids now instead of one!” I say
“Dean, your not gonna screw up...” Sam starts but I cut him off leaping from my chair to pace,
“How do you know Sam?! I don’t know anything about kids! How am I gonna be responsible for 2 little people?!” I’m near shouting now but I can’t help it, I’m totally freaking out!
“Dean.” I turn to look at my Sasquatch of a little brother, “you done?” he asks.
“Oh I’m sorry Sam, were you busy!?” I snap. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s just tryin to help. Get it together Dean.
“No Dean, I’m here to talk. To listen. I just want you to calm down.” he gestures to the chair and I sit back down, trying to suppress the urge to get up and pace the room again.
“Sorry” I mumble.
“Dean, you know a lot about kids. You’ve helped out a ton with JD and Bobby”
“That’s not the same thing Sam. I’m not gonna be the cool uncle I’m gonna be the dad!”
“So now I’ll be the cool uncle” Sam smirks
“You’ll never be as cool as me”
“Jerk”
“Bitch”
“Seriously Dean, you know what your doing.” He says with confidence.
“How can you say that Sam? How do you know I won’t fuck these kids up?”
After a moment of silence he says,
“I turned out ok”
Fuck. That was unexpected ... Dammit Sam!
I just look at him, and he smiles knowingly.
“Seriously Dean. You pretty much raised me when you were just a kid yourself. You made sure we had food, that we were clean, and you always kept us safe. You helped me with my homework, took me to school,patched up dad, and took care of me when I was sick and scared...you were the only one who was always there for me” he pauses for a moment while what he said sinks into my bones. I know he’s right, there’s truth to what Sam is saying, and I feel somewhat calmer know, but the fear is still there.
“You get me?” He asks
“Yeah I get you” I slap his shoulder as I stand “are we done with this chick flick moment Samantha or should I call Dr.Phil?”
He gives me his signature bitch face and I grin triumphantly
“We’re done. Feel better?”
“Yeah” I exhale “actually I do. Thanks Sammy”
“Don’t mention it”
“I’m still not 100% sure about this though” I say but Sam hears my unspoken message - I’m scared.
“I know” he says “and you always will be. Remember how scared I was when I first found out Eileen was pregnant?”
“Yeah you were a psycho” I answer “I think you bought every baby book ever sold!”
“Yeah I did” he smiles “but it was you that got me through it, told me I could be a father, and I trusted you”
“I trust you Sam, but why am I still so scared?”
“What you feel now Dean is Dad fear. And that never really goes away.” He chuckles at the face I make in response to his statement.
“Think of it this way Dean. We know about all the evils out there, right?” At my nod he continues, “but we don’t let that fact hinder our everyday life. We deal with it, move on and at certain times it becomes intense, like on a hunt- when your running solely on fear and adrenaline. We handle whatever situation is causing the problem and then that fear and knowledge steps into the background..... that’s parenting Dean. The fear that you will mess up, or that your child will get hurt is always there. It just takes a back burner to the important moments and special memories, until something happens that causes it to resurface. Then we handle it and the fear takes a step back again.”
“Like when Crash broke his arm?” I say (he has that nickname for a reason) “That was the hunt. But... knowing it could happen was like knowing a Vamp could sniff you out at any moment?” I ask, the metaphor finally sinking in.
“Exactly” Sam says.
“So you actually have some brains under all that hair dontcha Sammy?” I quip, ruffling his hair for good measure. He slaps my hand away and throws a playful jab at my shoulder. We tussle a bit until the wives holler telling us dinner is ready.
I smile as I watch my family gather around the table,Maybe everything will be alright after all. Maybe I can do this dad thing.
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Ambivalence Ch. 3
Pairings: Kyungsoo x You
Genre: Smut/Angst | Room No.7 AU
Warnings: Dom/Sub play, breathplay
Word Count: 4.7k
Description: It's really just mostly smut.
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The next night not many words were exchanged. You came an hour before closing. The place would be deserted, no one new would come because there wasn't time to see an entire movie, and if you were quick you could leave before his boss even knew you were there. When you entered the shop Taejung silently locked the front and lead you to one of the viewing rooms. You closed the door behind you and leaned back on it while you raked your gaze up his form luridly. You weren't expecting much. He certainly didn't have conventional charm or grace, but he was handsome and earnest and easy. What really put it over the top, however, was the fact he was very, very vocal about how much he wanted and enjoyed you. Well, your body, but you didn't care about semantics. Everyone wants to feel desired. If this was how you two would find that then you didn't see the problem. It didn't matter he wouldn't care past the high because neither would you. You were both here to take from each other, and that's all there was to it. Besides, from the looks of it you both really needed a good fuck.
"How long has it been since you fucked someone?"
"Long enough," he answered.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means if you don't strip right now I'll do it for you, and I won't let you cum."
"Confident much?" You listened anyway, jacket falling from your shoulders. He followed after you, shirt being tossed to the side. When his jeans joined yours on the floor you stepped closer. Fingertips light on his sides moving downward. Taejung watched with anticipation as you pushed his boxers around his ankles. You took a moment to admire his slim frame. Quickly taking in the other tattoos his clothes had hidden before. The words you couldn't read down his side opposite his neck tattoo. The elegant lines with a smattering of tiny stars following the curve of one hip towards his lower stomach. Accentuating how perfectly he was shaped. The half sleeve that had yet to be finished. Only outlines and one partially colored flower on the skin so far. Your eyes hesitated moving on from it. The seemingly meaningless swirls and patterns and dots staying your gaze half a second longer. Whoever did his tattoos was a true artist, you thought. It was no wonder why it was unfinished. By the slight fade, probably for years. There was no way this dump paid enough to fund his school and that type of quality ink. The design was gorgeous and purposeful.
He was doing the same as you, taking in the various tattoos on your body. The one that spiraled up your leg; blooming into a picture on your outer thigh. The colored one over your hip. The small ones on your ribs. Then the more intricate wrap-around on your shoulder opposite of the hip one that continued out of sight on your back. A fire lit behind his eyes. He licked his lips before pulling you against him, mouth attacking your neck. His hands made quick work of your underwear and bra. Teeth bit hard on your collarbone, making you moan quietly. He filled one of his hands with your ass. The other cupped your breast and rolled your nipple between his fingers. Lips moving to your neck. You gasped, hands coming up to scrape at his scalp and the middle of his back.
"Admit how much you want me," he spoke huskily. "You loved my cock so much you couldn't wait to have it inside you." His left hand glided down your front, two fingers dipping between your thighs and tracing your center. You raised up on your toes slightly without meaning to. The sudden jolt of stimulation surprising for being barely anything. "Come on, we don't have all night and I can feel how wet you are already."
You sighed begrudgingly. Attempting to mask it by adding a soft whimper at the end. Forcing the words if it meant he would start already. "I want you. I can't wait any longer."
Taejung twirled you around. Practically shoving. Then giving commands to you. The endearment he tacked onto the end dripping out of his mouth in disdain.
"Hands and knees, princess."
You crawled on to the edge of the settee in the room. He made you wait while he fished out a condom from his pants and rolled it on. Hands grabbed your hips firmly.
"Say please," he ordered in a low growl.
"Please," you whispered back defeatedly. His hips snapped forward, thrusting his entire length inside you. You choked back your cry of surprise in a gasp. Taejung moaned and sat still while you adjusted.
"Your cunt does feel heavenly," he confirmed. "You're so tight and wet for me. Perfectly fuckable. If only you didn't have that horrible attitude."
"And I'm the bitch?" Taejung pulled almost completely out. His reply was punctuated by slamming back to the hilt.
"Yes, you are." He set a merciless rhythm, pounding into you and twisting the coil in your gut tighter. You hated him, but dammit he was a good fuck. You matched his pace as best you could, bracing one hand on the wall so your head didn't hit. Every thrust inside of you sent shocks up your body. Hitting deep and hard and fuck you were losing your mind. Moaning wantonly with pleasure as his cock filled you over and over and over. Carnal and emotionless, and the man behind you was enraptured with the view you provided.
"Does that feel good, Tae?" you asked over your shoulder teasingly.
"Filthy fucking whore," he panted hotly. Your hair was pulled to force an arch in your back, his hand fisting painfully near your scalp. You called out as he hit just the right spot, making you clench around him. He groaned loudly. "This is all you're good for."
"You feel amazing," you moaned.
"Shut your fucking mouth. You're nothing when I'm fucking you, got it? Nothing but a faceless fucking slut who loves my cock. Shit, I love how your pussy feels around me." An echoing smack hit your ears and your ass stung. You bit your lip to keep silent. He repeated it harder. Making you flinch. A rush of arousal spreading as the pain amplified. "Yes, god, look at how fucking beautiful you are, princess. That ass and those tits, and this dripping pussy. It's fucking art."
"I-I'm gonna to cum," you warned weakly. Whining in the back of your throat.
"Not yet. I'll tell you when you can cum," he replied angrily. Taejung's palm came down on your ass one more time then dug his fingers in roughly. His hips slowed abruptly and you whimpered. "Move forward so I can get behind you."
You shifted towards the wall, and he followed you, resting his knees between yours. He forced your posture to change again. Not fully sitting up. Angled partially for the smoothest motion. Hand leaving your hair to circle the base of your throat. His other hand came up to grab your breast as he continued his earlier pace. The new angle was slightly uncomfortable, but it felt like he was stretching you even further. Bouncing up and down to match his tempo. Driving him to further his efforts upon seeing how eager you were. Taejung added pressure to your throat and you struggled to gasp in air. The fact you hadn't discussed a safe way to stop if it became too much was frightening, but after a few seconds you realized you didn't care. It was thrilling. His body pressed along your back. Holding you. You knew you were safe. You knew he would treat you exactly as you needed. So you let go.
He growled beside your ear, breath fanning across your neck and shoulder. "Just like that," he encouraged. He choked you, almost painfully, and your eyes closed. "The harder I squeeze the tighter your cunt gets around my cock. You're fucking shaking. Yes." His voice grew louder as black circled your vision. His hips sped up, losing rhythm with you. Sloppy and desperate. "Oh fuck yes. Cum on my cock. Come on princess. Take it all like the disgusting fucking whore you are." Suddenly his hand let up and oxygen flooded your brain as you took in large gulps of air. Your high crashed through you, spasming and quaking around him. You put your forehead to the wall to ground yourself as the pleasure tossed you around in the waves. He followed after you, hips stuttering and slowing inside you. A string of curses and heavy sighs passed his lips. After a minute to recover your breathing Taejung caressed your sides and back gently. You shivered under the light touch.
"I needed that," he groaned. "That was amazing. You're amazing."
"Thanks. You, too."
He chuckled. "Ready to move?"
"Never." You wriggled your hips, eliciting a broken moan from the man behind you as his cock twitched.
He gave your ass a playful hit. "Get off my cock, princess."
"Not until you ask nicely."
"Seriously?"
You rolled your eyes. "Well if you're just gonna be an asshole about i--"
"Please...I want to kiss you."
That was...not an addition you thought he would make. Heart doing a funny flip in your chest. You did what he said and turned around. Arms going around his neck, you pulled him into a long, lazy kiss. He returned it gladly, hands splaying on your back to hold you firmly against his chest. You pulled away first.
"Stay here while I get a way to clean you up."
You nodded, and he stood. Taejung tied off the condom before getting dressed and leaving. He returned a minute later with a damp rag and gingerly wiped the sweat and slick from your body then helped you get dressed as well.
"You okay?"
"Like you care," you scoffed. "I'm just some nameless slut to you."
"I made you feel good, too. I'm not some selfish asshole."
You combed through your hair and chuckled. "Learn to take a joke, Tae. I had fun."
"You are so confusing."
"You get aroused by motorcycles," you countered.
"It wasn't the bike. It was how sexy you were riding it."
"Need a ride home?"
He froze momentarily, annoyance seeping away. "Sure."
"Maybe next time you'll let me ride you." Implying that this would happen again. That earned you an amused smile. It was the first time you'd seen him happy. It warmed your heart as he walked with you out to the entrance of the store. "You know, if you were like this more often I probably wouldn't hate you."
"Same. You're not totally intolerable right now."
"I'll be waiting outside. Come find me when you're done closing up."
"I might take a while."
You shrugged. "Got nowhere better to be."
Taejung hesitated in his movements. Eyeing you curiously. Like he wasn't sure how much he should read into that statement. Into you. And he began to smile as he turned away behind the counter. Trying to hide his reaction. But you saw the slight curve to the corner of his lips. Maybe--just maybe--he didn't hate your guts. Or maybe it was post-coital bliss. You'd never know.
After a moment you unlocked the door and left. Waiting outside while he finished closing duties. When he came out he immediately put a cigarette between his lips and lit it while strolling over to your side. He took one drag and held it towards you expectantly while tucking his lighter away. You mentally said 'fuck it' and copied what he did; putting your lips around the thin paper, inhaling deeply. It tasted like tobacco and menthol. Filling your chest. Your lips stuck to the paper partially while letting go, having sapped some of the moisture away. So you ran your tongue over them. Taejung stared at you strangely. The cigarette hadn't left his hand. You had simply leaned forward. You smiled at his cute expression and blew the smoke into his face. Expelling the weight from your lungs. He brought it to his mouth again slowly, never breaking away from your gaze. A curiosity he wanted to test behind his eyes.
The tip glowed orange. His rich brown eyes softened. A few bits of ash fluttered to the pavement. His free hand went to the back of your neck, and he pulled you close. Plush lips grazed yours. You parted your own and he exhaled. Swirls of white drifted between your faces and into your mouth. It was bitter, but you weren't annoyed with it like before. Watching as the thin cloud between you hazed and drifted up. Seeing those eyes of his that were normally blank or cold fixated on you. Longing and warm. Seducing you into wanting more. Without moving away he inserted the end of his cigarette to the very corner of his mouth and took a long drag. The tobacco hissing and crackling as the embers burned in the silence. When he lowered it he kissed you properly. Tobacco and menthol covered all of your senses as his mouth synced with yours. Slow and bordering on unsure. Sharing the smoke and the chemicals. A quiet moan escaped him. Humming against your lips. Taejung broke away, cheeks flushed, and ran his tongue across his lips.
"I am so turned on by you right now," he said quietly.
"Yeah, that was oddly..."
"Sexy," he finished with a nod. "Yeah. Do it again with me." The cigarette was brought to your lips. The tip glowed. Taejung kissed you; fiercer that time. His tongue reached out for yours and you responded in kind. Hands clutching his jacket to pull him closer. Rough and pressing further into his warmth. He was turning frenzied, whispering against your mouth. "I need you."
Once the puffs of smoke dissipated you pulled away and gestured to your motorcycle. "Get on."
Taejung tossed the half finished cigarette to the sidewalk and stepped on it to smother the embers. He didn't shy away from wrapping his arms around your torso that time. You gave him the helmet and he gave directions in your ear while you drove. On the straightaways you could feel his hips canting forward into you. His cock straining against his jeans. His fingers attempting to pull you back into him while he used the vibrations the engine created on the seat and your backside to fuel his arousal. Barely any movement, but the desperation in the act made you want him more and more. Small, needy moans catching in his throat. You suspected you were only hearing about half of them. The street noise and engine drowning out the quieter sounds. It wasn't until you stopped at a red light that he really made it obvious. Kissing the side of your neck and talking next to your ear.
"If I wasn't scared we'd crash I'd be fucking you so hard right now. I'd use my fingers first. Then I'd make you park and bend you over the handlebars. It would feel so good with the vibration under us. Doesn't that sound good princess?" One of Taejung's hands slid lower to cup you over your jeans. Pushing his arousal harder against your backside. It must have hurt him a little considering he was rubbing his dick on denim so roughly, but he didn't seem to care. Craving that terribly lovely friction. "Don't you want to make a pretty mess all over the seat with me? Fuck I bet you're so wet right now, you fucking cock whore."
The light flickered to green. Instead of answering you sped up and took the next turn extra sharp. Making Taejung cling to your waist in fear and amusing yourself.
His apartment was only a few blocks away from the campus. Taejung rushed to the entrance of the building, helmet hanging from his fingertips. Not so subtly adjusting himself in his pants so he could walk comfortably. Laughing to yourself at the obvious strain on his jeans. You followed him up a few flights of stairs and into a tiny apartment. Obviously shared with at least two other people. Clothes and take-out containers were littered everywhere, and the whole place smelled like his cigarettes. Taejung brought you into a small bedroom and dropped his backpack and your helmet to the floor before throwing his jacket and shirt off his body. You mimicked him, moving towards his bed against the wall. It wasn't long before he was laying on the mattress completely nude with you straddling him in the same state. His mouth went to your neck to nip and lick, hands roaming to feel your softness.
"Tae," you moaned softly. He bit down harder, leaving a mark. "Where's a condom?"
"Shit," he hissed, head hitting the sheets. "Um, bottom right drawer. Desk. Over there." He pointed across the room. You went to retrieve one and rejoined him on the bed, rolling on the thin latex. The frenzy broken, you moved slower to align him with your entrance and sink down. His eyes fluttered closed. Chin tipped up to give you the loveliest view. You supported yourself on his chest, raised up then went down normally, his hands going to your ass while your hips worked him. He thrust up in time with you, driving himself deeper. His voice getting darker and abrasive. "That's it. Show me how well you ride me. You're so perfect."
You decided to bend over and kiss along the column of his throat. The angle change was exactly what you needed. Pleasure blooming up to your chest. His hands became restless, running over your back, your sides, kneading your breasts. He left trails of fire wherever he touched.
"Tae," you cooed.
"Yes?" He struggled to keep his breathing from shaking.
Your purr morphed into a moan. "Oh fuck. Tae."
In turn his question morphed into an exclamation, groaning a drawn out, "Yes."
You continued to journey your lips over his collarbone and back up to his jaw.
"Dammit. Dammit," he chanted. "Fuck me harder."
"I don't want this to be over yet," you answered. "Your cock feels too good inside me. I want to fuck you for hours."
"I don't think I have the patience."
"I'll make you have the patience."
He moaned loudly at your response and brought your head up to frame your upper lip with both of his. You stayed until you couldn't breathe and gasped for air. Taejung was looking up at you with hooded, smoldering eyes.
"I hate you so fucking much."
You couldn't stop your smile. "I hate you more."
With shocking strength, Taejung anchored you to his chest, arms around your middle, halting your movements. He kissed you languidly, drawing you in closer. He rotated his hips to grind into you, pulling a whimper from your throat.
"You like that, princess?" he taunted. You nodded. "You like how my cock fills you up?" Another nod. You tried rolling your hips forward, and the angle added friction to your clit, moaning his name. "You're so beautiful writhing around on top of me. My own little cock whore. I'm gonna make you my plaything. Would you like that?"
"I'll do anything you want," you answered breathlessly. "Just keep fucking me. Please."
He left a fleeting kiss on your lips and caught your gaze. "Hey, look at me."
You forced your eyes to focus.
"If you decide you want to stop the safeword is mercy, okay?"
You nodded.
"Repeat it to me."
"The safeword is mercy. I understand," you spat out quickly. The fire in his eyes changed, and suddenly you were on your back. Sheets tangled around you. Taejung sat up and pushed your knees apart, eyes devouring you.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you, princess."
"Stop calling me princess," you sighed, exasperated. "It's not sexy." One of his hands jumped to your throat. He didn't press hard; just enough to threaten. Then he growled, the sound vibrating in his chest.
"I'll call you whatever I want. If I decide to address you as my cocksucking bitch you'll answer to it. Got it?"
You relaxed and raised your hands above your head, bunching his sheets in fists. You could be submissive if that's what he wanted. Nothing was keeping you from seeing how far he could go. Exploring was fun, and what's life without a little fun? You dropped your voice to come off more coquettish.
"Do you prefer master, or daddy?"
"I prefer you shut your dumb mouth unless I tell you to speak," he bit back. Taejung gyrated his hips, teasing your inner walls with barely any friction. You sunk your teeth into your lower lip. "Tonight you're here to please me. You're nothing but a cock-worshiping cunt. Now tell me how much you love fucking me."
"I do," you answered. "I love being fucked by you. You're rough and sexy. And you were right on my bike earlier; I was wet thinking about you fucking me over the handlebars." Taejung's fingers fell from your throat, trailing down with a feather light touch, making goosebumps rise in their wake. Your breath catching despite not be restricted anymore. You wanted him. You wanted to be sore when tonight was over. His cock just sitting inside of you wasn't enough. You wanted to scream. And he wanted a whore. To be in control. You could put on a few extra words so you both got what you wanted. "I'd let you fuck me anywhere and however you wanted. I'm a pathetic slut around you. I hate you, but I love how you use me."
"That was pathetic," he remarked in a dangerous tone. "I can't believe how badly I want to fuck something so shameless, but dammit do I love the idea of using you. Would you like that? To become mine?"
"Yes, please."
"Are you sure? You'll be mine to toy with whenever and however I please. You'll become my little pet. My whore."
"Yes, I'm sure. Only yours."
"Now say another word and I'll make sure you regret it." Taejung looked to where your bodies joined, grabbed your hips, and began rocking his length in and out of you. It was steady and slow to build. You could feel every inch of him as his dick was enveloped in your tight heat over and over again. You were on total display for him. Vulnerable and sweaty and open. It was hot and intimate, and so completely real. Matching him time and time again. Pleasure coursed through your veins and made you feel alive. Taejung's breathing grew more labored, and you held back a smile while watching him. Seeing the gratification on his face because of you. Because of how you felt and made him feel. Spreading his knees wider. Which made his strokes smoother and the roll to his hips more sensual.
"I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now, pet. You have the most beautiful pussy. It fits my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for me. Ah fuck..." His jaw slacked, struggling to hold his eyes open.
Seeing him so close spiked your high up closer to your head. You arched your back slightly as you slid a hand down from his sheets. Filling your palm with your breast. Touching and pinching. Putting on a show as you moaned for him. His mouth quirked into a roguish smirk at the sight. The hand that was on your throat moved. His thumb lightly circling your clit, and you gasped at the rush. His voice finding your ears soon after.
"Let me see my pretty little whores face while she cums for me. Come on princess. Cum around my cock." The pressure built higher, body tensing. The hand on yourself refused to work for you properly. All you could seem to do was scratch yourself as it darted back to his sheets and fisted them tightly. Breath coming in shallow gulps. Focusing on the pressure filling you up. Taejung's thrusts steadily becoming harder and faster until a few moments later. You arched off the bed as the coil sprung loose. Taejung chasing his own end while you crumbled around him. He cursed under his breath. His hands leapt to your thighs, pushing your knees towards your chest. Your legs draped over his shoulders instinctually when he leaned over. Ankles crossed, heels digging into his back, unable to stop your muscles from flexing and clenching. His hands holding himself up beside you.
The room filled with heavy pants and slapping skin and incoherent mewls. The oversensitivity was making your thighs cramp up as Taejung kept fucking you hard and fast. Sweat glossed his skin. Primarily around his neck and chest. A second orgasm was quickly rising in you. Filling up inside of you higher and higher until you thought you couldn't take anymore without the pressure bursting, and it continuing to do so anyway the more he pushed inside of you. Stealing any coherent thoughts from your mind. You grappled at the sheets wildly, head thrown back. His lower abdominal muscles were flexing and tensing as his grunts and moans grew more frequent. Then he forced another high from you, every bit of you shaking as the satisfaction coursed through you. Letting go of that pressure as your voice whined and moaned. It finally triggered his release, one winded, broken groan falling past his lips as his hips stuttered. He thrust a few more times in uneven, jerky movements before stilling inside you. It wasn't the prettiest or most graceful, but you weren't filming a porno. It just needed to feel good, and damn did it feel good to have the man with the usually cold expressions reduced to a fucked out heap. Panting and peaceful. Because of you.
Taejung sat like that until he caught his breath, and pulled carefully out of you. He allowed your legs to drop, falling limp on his mattress in a sprawled out, sweaty heap while he stood. You steadied your own breathing and stretched while he disposed of the used condom. Taejung wiped the sweat from his forehead, pushing his hair messily to the side, and sat on the edge of his mattress.
"You're staying the night." It wasn't a question. He was telling you. "Don't bother cleaning up. I'm not done with you. Shit, that was good. You're good at following orders for being such a princess. I'm going to have so much fun playing with you."
If you thought about it, despite the fact he'd sprinkle in demeaning names, he praised you a lot for someone who claimed he doesn't care. Far more than typical one-night flings. It was a nice change, but one that made you wary. You pushed yourself to sit up. Going to your knees behind him, you began running your hands down his slim waist, peppering lingering kisses to his shoulders and the back of his neck.
He moaned softly. "You're such a talented little whore." He let you continue petting him, feeling his smooth skin, for several minutes. Pampering him with affection it seemed neither of you were used to getting. You weren't certain you would listen to his last order, however. Mumbling,
"You don't want me to stay."
"Then how come I said it?"
"Because you're an idiot." He huffed out a weak laugh and you moved your mouth close to his ear to whisper, a palm smoothing down his chest. "And handsome idiots shouldn't hang around me."
"Why's that?"
"You won't survive."
"Because you're so dangerous?" he mocked.
"Exactly." You kissed his neck one more time right over the ink there before slipping off the bed. His eyes following you curiously. You only smirked. He wasn't going to give up that easily. His gaze alone gave away how he still desired you. Lingering on your curves. Ready to delve deeper into the unknown mistake he made by being with you even this long. Though he said he was going to ruin you, you were afraid it might be the other way around. Though in a slightly different sense. He was a student struggling to make ends meet working a shitty job. He probably had debts to pay off. You would only bring him trouble. Trouble he didn't need. It would be kinder to leave. It really would.
Then he held out his hand.
#Kyungsoo x you#kyungsoo x reader#exo x reader#exo fanfiction#Kyungsoo#do kyungsoo#d.o#exo#kyungsoo fanfiction#room no. 7#exo scenario#angst#smut
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Slipping Underneath [Ch. 4]
Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei
Summary: Tsukishima was in some deep shit he realized, but common sense told him he should have been rather happy about the discovery he’d just made. Of course, that didn’t stop him from freaking out.
“Tsukki? Did something happen?” Bokuto asked.
Dejected, the blond lifted his head, giving Bokuto the flattest stare he could manage. “The neighbor downstairs hates my voice.”
Rating: T
Tags: soulmates, mythology/sirens AU, some iwaoi and bokuaka thrown in bc why not, first meetings, fluff, Kuroo is a nerd and Tsukki can’t help but be charmed, Siren!Tsukki, Siren!Bokuto
Note: Helloo I am not dead lmao and I’m almost done with finals! I’ve obviously been busy with the kurotsuki exchange and other deadlines, but don’t worry! I don’t plan on abandoning any of my fics <3 Big thanks to @emeraldwaves for checking this over! Enjoy ^^ (also I’m sorry for any formatting issues should there be any, I just got a new computer and I’m not super used to it yet??)
AO3
The walk up to Tsukishima's apartment took longer than it ever had, as if each step did a piss poor job of actually covering any ground. Everything felt off, but not...in an unpleasant way, which only served to make his body thrum in anticipation more. His fingers slid occasionally against Kuroo's, and he even dared to wrap their pinkies together as the elevator climbed up to Tsukishima's floor.
The craptastic lights flickered, and the carpet looked even more disgusting than usual, but Tsukishima was hardly bothered by it this time around. In fact, he didn't mind at all. Something was wrong.
It's called a good mood, probably.
The fuck. But from how the heat traveled up his neck, it was probably a correct assumption. He'd had a lot of fun, and he bit his lip to keep his smile from showing.
He hadn't questioned it when Kuroo only pressed for Tsukishima's floor, for several reasons. The first was that Kuroo had obviously shown himself to be a good date, albeit a cheesy one. Cheesy dates included walking the askee to their door (or at least, that's how it worked in movies). Second, and as much as it pained him to admit it, Tsukishima really really did not want the date to end.
God, even thinking it was astounding.
Tsukishima never wanted outings to continue, not even with his friends, whose company he actually enjoyed believe it or not. It wasn't anything against anyone personally, just...being forced to socialize for more than a few hours at a time got overwhelming, and being alone with his thoughts was much needed aftercare.
But Kuroo...he didn't make things tiring. Their conversations were easy, fun, enticing. Tsukishima wouldn't have hated the idea of sitting in the car with him for the rest of the night, talking about anything or just...sitting in that comfortable silence they seemed weirdly capable of. It scared him, jarred his senses into high alert.
It was slightly less concerning now though, in the sense that Tsukishima sort of knew why he felt that way. And no, not from the magical power of soulmates, though he could begrudgingly concede that the universe had picked right for once.
He fucking liked Kuroo. A lot.
And he had no idea what to do with that information. Excellent.
The slow of his pace and the image of his door brought Tsukishima back into the present, shivers travelling up his spine, and not from the peeling paint. Why was everything so aggravating?
I don't want you to go.
A brief thought, but one that had the force to knock him onto his ass had he not been leaning against the door frame.
Kuroo smiled at him, sincere and bright in the dim lighting of their shitty apartment building. They both sort of smelled like french fries, and Kuroo had tripped over the curb and almost ate shit on the way from the parking lot, but the atmosphere still seemed to charm Tsukishima to no end. Dangerous.
"Your lovely abode awaits you," Kuroo said, gesturing grandly, and his high pitched voice carried obnoxiously down the empty corridor. Normally, the potential of attracting attention would make Tsukishima cringe, but this just made him hold back a laugh. Screw his neighbors.
Tsukishima rolled his eyes, scratching at the faded wallpaper. "I don't know if lovely is the best adjective. I find a cockroach at least once a week."
"Ugh lucky," Kuroo replied, shoulders sagging in a full performance of drama. He winced as a part of the wall's plaster fell off from where Tsukishima was fiddling with it. Needless to say, he stopped. "For me it's twice a week, and there's spiders too."
"Why do we live here?" Tsukishima smiled despite himself, fidgeting with his fingers behind his back. The wall had been a better distraction.
It was a fair question however, not just to Kuroo but to the universe at large. This place was falling apart. It'd been around for decades. There were ghosts in the basement. And no, not just 'shadows in the corner of the eye' ghosts, like legit ones. Musically inclined ones.
Tsukishima didn't sing in the basement anymore.
That was all a story for another time though, given he'd ever tell Kuroo his little secret. This was what he'd meant though, about things just being easy with Kuroo. Even when it came to the most mundane things. Hell, if Kuroo really wanted to stay and complain, Tsukishima was more than ready to pull out his water bill.
"Mm, because we're broke and it's close to campus?" Kuroo offered, hitting the nail on the head.
Ouch. Yeah. That hurt more than he expected it to, truthful or not.
"Guess we have no choice then," Tsukishima muttered, voice softening as he reached for the door handle. As much as conversations were infinite, even he had to know the night was over. The novelty of that feeling hit him again, but at least if he got inside his apartment, Kuroo wouldn't have to see him pace the floor over it.
The raven's laughter died out too, and before Tsukishima could offer an awkward farewell, their hands were connected again, the texture of Kuroo's rough palms not unwelcome in the least bit.
"I'd never complain about it. About you living here, I mean," Kuroo confessed, idly playing with Tsukishima's long fingers. Tsukishima didn't have room to feel self conscious about them either, not when Kuroo's voice was soothing him, lulling him into contentment. "I got to meet you so, shitty building or not, I'm hoping you stick around..."
Somehow, even Tsukishima knew the statement wasn't completely in reference to his living situation. It carried the feeling of an invitation, maybe to another date or...several other dates.
Dating.
Dating Kuroo. Wow, okay.
That thought was...nice. Very nice. Goddammit.
The thought made him outright laugh though, because on that night when he'd come face to face with an unlikely trespasser, the last thing he'd expected was to end up here. He hadn't expected Kuroo to hate his singing, or to be so considerate, or attractive, or anything to him at all.
And now here Tsukishima was, crushing on the guy with a terrible laugh and even more terrible hair, and it made complete sense to him. How did he get here?
Oh yeah, he was a siren, and Kuroo was a surprisingly determined bastard. Right.
"You just want me around so you can break into my house again," Tsukishima said, tightening his grip on Kuroo's hand.
Kuroo's face fell, and he sent a playful glare Tsukishima's way. "You're never going to let that go are you?"
"Never," Tsukishima replied, the thoughts in his head fighting to be heard. They were on the tip of his tongue, words far too intimate and personal to be shared, but he couldn't help it. With Kuroo, he felt compelled in every way, and he was beginning to not see the point in resisting. "But I'm...not unhappy, that you were on my balcony that night."
His voice was small, muffled, not clear or refined like his singing, but he couldn't tell the difference, not when Kuroo smiled so brightly.
--
As Tsukishima shut his door behind him, he couldn't help but feel totally weightless, and he did his best to fight off a grin as he leaned against it. His apartment was dark, which was odd, considering Bokuto was usually home by then, whether it be alone or with Akaashi in tow.
That was fine with him. Less explaining to do about where he'd been.
But just as Tsukishima was about to move to turn on the main overhead lights, the lamp by the window flicked on, giving the room a subtle glow. The rotating armchair they had in the living room spun around, revealing a serious looking Bokuto in a strange rendition of a mafia movie.
What.
Bokuto had his hands folding in front of his mouth, his eyes accusing Tsukishima of all sorts of things, like a parent catching their kid sneaking out of the house. The effect was seriously dulled by Bokuto's owl slippers, but oh well.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Bokuto asked, his arms crossing slowly.
"Please tell me you haven't been sitting there for hours waiting for me just for the dramatic effect," Tsukishima deadpanned, slipping off his shoes and moving to the kitchen without paying his friend much mind. He was caught yeah, but like hell was he going to look all guilty and shit.
"Forty-five minutes, but that's not important!" Bokuto jumped up from the chair, following Tsukishima with the same impressive persistence as when they were kids. "You were out with your soulmate!"
"I was out with Kuroo Tetsurou yes," Tsukishima corrected, still not entirely bent on attributing this connection to fate. It was the first romantic bond he'd ever felt, and as cheesy as it was, he felt it was far more important than some dumb prophecy. Even if that's what drew them together, he had agency dammit.
"I knew it! I totally figured it out!" Bokuto leaped in triumph, barely missing hitting his head on the ceiling, which Tsukishima was thankful for. They did not need to make another embarrassing maintenance call.
"Akaashi told you," Tsukishima stated.
"Well...yeah but, I had a feeling!"
"No you didn't."
Bokuto threw up his hands, thwarted, and Tsukishima did his best to keep his face neutral. They always got like this over the most trivial things, and surprisingly, the score was pretty even. Sometimes Bokuto would win, sometimes Tsukishima. But oh, when Tsukishima won, he gloated like there was no tomorrow.
"Kei...would you...just...please?" Bokuto pouted.
Then again, Tsukishima did have his fair share of soft spots to be preyed upon, and his gloating would be short lived.
Tsukishima sighed loudly as he poured himself some water, fixing Bokuto with a flat stare. "Fine...how on earth did you find out? You must tell me your genius methods."
"Well," Bokuto began confidently, not missing a beat. "It was so obvious. The clothes, coming home late, being all pissy these past few days, there was no other explanation!"
"Uh huh..." Tsukishima moved out of the kitchen, flopping onto the couch and settling in for what was sure to be a long conversation. He wasn't sure he was ready for this yet, the whole 'gushing about first dates with friends' kind of thing. Tsukishima did not gush. He did not have the capacity.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me! I told you everything about Akaashi when I first met him!"
"Yeah against my will," Tsukishima muttered, not that it deterred Bokuto in the slightest.
"No more secrets! Tell me everything. How was it? What did you guys do? Do you like him? Ha, what am I saying? Of course you--"
"Of course I do." The words were out of Tsukishima's mouth before he even had a say, before his brain had fully processed the several responses he could've given, any response other than that. He clapped a hand over his mouth, hearing the words echo into their tiny ass apartment.
Even Bokuto shut his mouth.
It was weird, knowing something but actually admitting it aloud. It was like it finally clicked into place, and once more, Tsukishima felt utterly lost. But his heart sped up, his skin tingled, and all he could think about was seeing Kuroo again.
"Shit," he whispered, glancing at Bokuto for help.
He didn't have much to offer. "Shit."
So wise.
"This...this is great Tsukki! I'm so happy for you and--wait, why do you look like that?" Bokuto stopped mid cheer, peering at Tsukishima with wariness laced in his expression.
Tsukishima was pale enough on his own, but at that moment, he probably looked like a ghost. "What do you mean?"
"Why do you look like you just crapped a giant load?"
Or yeah, maybe he looked like that. That worked too.
Tsukishima didn't have the strength to rebuke the statement, or fire anything intelligent back. The power of his confession was sinking into him, and all he was capable of was the truth.
"I don't know what to do about it," Tsukishima whispered into the silence of their home. "I like him. What am I supposed to do about that?"
How did any of this work? He was a siren, how did that affect things? He couldn't just come out and tell Kuroo. What if Kuroo thought he'd been tricked or something? What if he decided he didn't really like Tsukishima?
It was all way too much, but even on the surface of it all, Tsukishima was lost. Where did he go from here?
The question seemed heavy, an impossible problem with an encrypted answer. The selfish part of him weighed in there too, because above it all, he did want to spend more time with Kuroo, wanted to get to know him. It was a convoluted mess of logic and emotion, topped with uncertainty, and Tsukishima stared at the ceiling in confusion, unsure of what to do.
Nothing seemed easy in this situation, the road ahead wasn't clear.
Apparently, he was wrong.
Bokuto shrugged, his head shaking as if Tsukishima had asked the dumbest question in the world. His smile was easy and calm, obnoxiously so, but his reply still felt like a punch to the gut.
"Uh, you date him," Bokuto scoffed, turning around to retreat to his own room, gesturing for Tsukishima to follow. "Fool."
And somehow, Tsukishima felt like that's exactly what he'd end up doing, sure of himself or not.
--
After that night, Kuroo had solidified his status as a total goner.
Dating Tsukishima was great.
More than great.
He was salty as hell with a great sense of humor and legs to die for. His skin was soft, and his eyes surprisingly softer once he let his walls down, and his laugh made Kuroo want to give him whatever he wanted.
It had barely been a month since they'd met, and Kuroo was completely and totally enamored.
After their bowling date, it had been impossible for Kuroo to stay away. It was like an invisible magnet, drawing him towards the blond, and he couldn't complain. They walked each other to class sometimes, went to the movies, and met between lectures whenever they could.
Kuroo confessed that maybe he'd even neglected a few measly homework assignments just to be with Tsukishima, but he was slowly getting the hang of balancing the relationship with school. It helped that Tsukishima had a bit more self control too, making sure they didn't overwhelm each other.
As if it were possible.
The weird transition into becoming boyfriends never really happened, it was like they just knew, as unbelievable as it is. Still, Kuroo had yet to refer to Tsukishima as such. He was waiting for the right moment, specifically a moment where he'd be able to see Tsukishima's face light up from a blush, but no one had to know that.
Point was, Kuroo had no intentions of seeing anyone else, didn't want to. His friends could say he was whipped all they wanted, he was happy with it.
Kuroo sighed dreamily as he walked down the road from his last class, his heart already racing in anticipation with the thought of meeting up with Tsukishima. Man, the honeymoon phase was a force to be reckoned with.
Kuroo slowed his steps, hearing them scuff against the pavement while he adjusted his pace. Maybe he was a little too eager. He pulled his coat tighter around him as a gust of wind hit, and he could already smell the damp earth from the greenhouse as he approached it.
Tsukishima had asked him to meet him there so they could walk back together, and Kuroo had jumped on the opportunity. Plus, it was nice to see Tsukishima in his element, planting flowers and managing the greenhouse's general upkeep. He looked calm when he gardened, whether it be on his balcony or on campus, and Kuroo was hoping to get a few candid pictures today. At the thought, he pulled out his phone. Gotta be prepared.
The greenhouse would be a good background too he figured, and Tsukishima deserved the best (not that he'd approve of the photos at all, but he didn't have to know).
Kuroo had never actually set foot in the greenhouse before meeting Tsukishima, in fact, he barely remembered its existence. It always looked a bit abandoned and overgrown, and he didn't understand why Tsukishima felt the need to do all that work by himself everyday.
Kuroo figured it was mostly for alone time than anything else, but damn, he had to give Tsukishima credit for not going mad.
He was looking at his phone, absentmindedly flicking through the few notifications on his screen, when he bumped into someone, hard.
With an 'oof,' Kuroo stumbled back, catching himself before he landed on his ass.
Oh shit, nice going.
Kuroo wasn't exactly scrawny. He wasn't even being arrogant when he said he knew he was well built. Whoever he'd bumped into, they had to be hurting.
"Hey, I'm sorry I--" Kuroo began, but the sight in front of him made the words die in his throat. First off, the guy he'd bumped into wasn't even looking at him. The guy didn't seem concerned in the least bit that he'd just been nearly mowed over, but not only that, he wasn't the only one blocking Kuroo's path.
The greenhouse was surrounded by eight or ten guys, all pushing and crowding to get a glimpse of...something. Kuroo wasn't really sure.
"Uh, excuse me," Kuroo tried, but all he managed to do was nudge a few guys out of the way as he fought to get to the entrance. No one paid him the slightest mind, no glances, no complaints, nothing.
What the hell?
As he neared the front of the pack, he could hear muffled voices, accompanied by hushed whispers.
"Do you need help? I'll do anything you need me to do!"
"I need you to leave!"
"Can I carry those for you?"
"Wow, you're pretty..."
"No I don't need help! God, you morons, go away! Snap out of it!"
Huh? Tsukki?
Something burned in Kuroo's chest, a mix of jealousy and worry. Was something wrong with Tsukki? He finally pushed past the last few people, not caring about his manners anymore as he used his strength to move in the sea of guys. He came face to face with his blond, who looked downright exasperated. It was...cute, but Kuroo filed the thought away for later. When Tsukishima caught sight of him, he tensed up instantly, his delicate features etched with worry.
The protectiveness in Kuroo surged.
He grabbed Tsukishima's shoulders, pulling him close. He sent a few glares out into the group of onlookers for good measure, upset they weren't giving Tsukishima ample room. What the hell were they doing at the greenhouse anyways?
"Hey, is everything alright? Did something happen?" Kuroo asked, looking Tsukishima up and down as he prevented the dudes from moving closer.
But as the words left his mouth, something changed. The air around them stilled for a brief second, and then in the next, everyone was moving away. It was like time had stopped and jump started right before him, and Kuroo shook his head from the feeling.
He looked around as the crowd of guys began to wander off, looking confused and massaging their temples. A few stopped to apologize for being weird, but otherwise, they all quickly dispersed.
In his grip, he felt Tsukishima exhale deeply, and Kuroo's eyes locked on him once again.
"What...was that about?" Kuroo asked, not trusting his perception of things after all that. "Were they...hitting on you or something?"
Somehow even that inference felt wrong. Kuroo did not know what the fuck was going on, but going off what he heard, it was his best bet.
In a flash, Tsukishima found his voice, and the blond shrugged, though the movement wasn't natural in the slightest. "Yeah there was uh...a broken window in the greenhouse, I didn't notice and I dropped some stuff so...those guys heard and offered to help, but it was fine," Tsukishima said, his breathing still not quite even. The blond's fingers twitched at his sides, and his shoulders were far too stiff for the nonchalance he was trying to force.
"Why were you telling them to leave then?" Kuroo asked, squinting at the hole in one of the nearby windows.
"Well, they helped clean up but after, some of them started to flirt with me, and so I was getting annoyed," Tsukishima said, and it was believable, funny even. Of course the blond would get angered by all the attention. It made Kuroo happy to hear too, knowing Tsukishima wasn't interested in anyone else.
"Are you sure?" Kuroo had to make sure, he was still trying to navigate Tsukishima's nervous ticks and personality traits, and he seemed like the type to potentially bottle things up. Kuroo wanted to make sure everything was truly fine, he wanted to be there for Tsukishima in any and every way.
Man, you are whipped.
Whatever.
"Positive," Tsukishima breathed, smiling softly in a way that completely destroyed Kuroo's thought process. Seriously, his heart probably stalled for a few beats, but it was the best feeling ever.
And well, Kuroo had no reason to question Tsukishima, though he remained sort of tense. Maybe all the attention had just made him flustered, or maybe Tsukishima had a stressful day in his classes. Whatever the reason, he knew Tsukishima would tell him the truth eventually.
Kuroo smiled, brushing off the weird feeling in the back of his mind. "As long as no one was bothering you too much, that's good. I thought I'd have to deck someone."
Tsukishima snorted at that, giving Kuroo a playful shove before locking up the greenhouse. "Not necessary. And if it had been, I would've done it myself."
"I don't doubt it," Kuroo said with a grin, pocketing his phone. Pictures would have to happen later. "Are you ready to go?"
Kuroo was already grabbing Tsukishima's hand, watching their fingers interlock gently, a perfect fit. The blond nodded, and they fell into step easily, eager to get home and share the evening together.
Kuroo hadn't gotten to take any pictures in the end, but the smiles on Tsukishima's face made up for it.
--
See, dating Tsukishima was a dream. There was just one thing, one little thing, which Kuroo couldn't help but find strange...
He hadn't noticed it at first. It hadn't come up, hadn't even made itself known. But ever since the greenhouse incident, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Every once in a while, he'd find one or two guys crowded around Tsukishima, obsessively so. Tsukishima would eventually chase them off, or Kuroo would, but it was getting more and more frequent.
Tsukishima was attractive, incredibly so. It didn't surprise Kuroo to see him get hit on, though his blood still boiled with every encounter. But this...this was weird. It's like the guys had no self control or care in the world when they did it. Hell, Kuroo had even seen some guys he knew had girlfriends or boyfriends, shamelessly flirt with Tsukishima.
It was getting stranger by the day.
Not to mention the fact that Kuroo had found out about Tsukishima's countless singing awards from grade school. Ribbons, plaques, small trophies, the whole thing. All first place. Now again, Kuroo was totally enamored with Tsukishima, like wow, it was nearly intoxicating how stupid in love he was getting. But Tsukishima was not a good singer. He was probably the worst singer Kuroo had ever heard in his life. It wasn't him being malicious, he was simply stating a fact. He respected Tsukishima's love of singing, and would let him do so whenever he wanted, but it was the truth. The blond had a horrid voice, so how in the hell did everyone love his singing?
Kuroo...may or may not have started asking people. From people he'd seen hitting on Tsukishima, to mere acquaintances, Kuroo couldn't help it.
"Oh yeah, I don't remember much about talking to him, it's kinda fuzzy, but I definitely remember him being a good singer!"
"Oh yeah man, his voice is like an angel's or something!"
"The best choir performances were the ones Tsukishima participated in! It's a shame he doesn't anymore though..."
"Oh yeah, he was at my elementary school. Great voice."
Kuroo's head flopped down onto his dining table, causing Oikawa to jump as he cooked in the kitchen. Kuroo groaned loudly, his hands coming up to tangle in his unruly hair. "It doesn't make sense...maybe I'm crazy. Or tone deaf. Something."
Kuroo's head shot up when Oikawa settled across the table from him, those chocolate eyes boring into him warily. Gradually, Oikawa picked up his utensils, trying to eat his stir fry without breaking eye contact with Kuroo, like Kuroo was some sort of lunatic.
"Kuroo...I'm starting to get worried. You've been sitting here for like...an hour, babbling at the wall," Oikawa said, mouth full. "Whatever it is you're thinking, you're probably just being paranoid."
"I'm not though! C'mon, isn't it a little weird?" Kuroo asked, throwing up his hands. He could hear loud footsteps above him, no doubt those of Tsukishima's roommate, and he willed himself to lower his voice. The walls were thin in this shithole.
"What, that people think your boyfriend can sing? Big whoop," Oikawa said. "He can't be that good, I'm sure people agree with you. It's a taste issue."
"You don't get it Oikawa, something's off about it. It's like I'm missing something," Kuroo continued, his voice a harsh whisper. "Think about it. Everyone else thinks his singing is amazing, but I somehow can't appreciate it? Me? His boyfriend? And not only that, he gets hit on all the time, in the weirdest ways. It's like people can't help themselves!"
At that, Oikawa cackled, and Kuroo was two seconds away from punching him. "He can join the club then. I get hit on all the time, or I used to anyways..." Oikawa sighed dramatically, holding up his hand and showing off his shiny engagement ring.
Fucker.
"It's not the same, I don't know," Kuroo tried to reason. "You have to see it. It's like they're possessed."
All of a sudden, Oikawa's plate clanged from the force of having chopsticks crash against it, and Oikawa shot up from his seat, mouth agape and his mind obviously running a mile a minute. "Oh my god! Do you know what this sounds like?!"
Oikawa's hands were beating against their shitty table, and Kuroo thought it might actually break this time. Oikawa's gaze was intense and menacing, practically begging Kuroo to have whatever revelation had just occurred to him.
"Uh...what?" Kuroo replied, not bothering to hide how dumb he was feeling.
Oikawa scoffed, rolling his eyes and immediately retreating to the living room, where their two unstable bookcases sat. He then proceeded to completely fuck them up.
Books were flying left and right, and soon they littered the floor, half open and pages bent from Oikawa's fury. The brunet continued to rifle through the shelves, throwing out anything unsatisfactory in a blink of an eyes as he continued his search. Oikawa was ruthless in every area of life it seemed. God help the school librarians.
"Hey I spent hours organizing that last week!" Kuroo yelled over the clamor, but all he received was an unimpressed stare. Yeah fine, not the coolest thing to say, but he valued some order goddammit.
"Shut it Kuroo, I'm trying to help you," Oikawa said as more books hit the floor. Eventually, Oikawa pulled a large, tattered looking guidebook from the top shelf, his face lighting up in triumph. "I found it!"
Not wasting a second, Oikawa was back at the dining table before Kuroo could even reply, slamming the book down.
Mythology and Tales of Old, was written in spiraling bronze on the front cover, the color dulled from years of use. It was a decent sized book, but Kuroo had yet to see what knowledge it had to offer. Myths were myths, as in, they weren't real.
Before Kuroo could make the point though, Oikawa was already flipping from the table of contents to the correct page, his fingers deft and his movement purposeful. As he turned to the page he needed, a bit of dust blew up into the air, but the brunet paid it no mind, moving around the table until he was seated next to Kuroo.
"I knew it would pay off to keep this book! I took that mythology class in my first year, and I still remember a lot of stuff! What you were saying sounded familiar, and naturally, I was right," Oikawa said a gleam in his eyes before pointing at the book. "Look!"
Kuroo glanced at the page, noting the darkness of the illustration. It was of a ship full of men, being lured to their doom by the voices of beautiful women. At the top of the page, the word 'Sirens' stood out in bold, black print.
"Sirens," Oikawa began to read, "were beautiful but dangerous creatures that lured sailors to their deaths with their beautiful and enticing songs, and would often cause the ships to crash on the reefs near their island. Siren songs were said to be heavenly and impossible to resist, making even the loyalest and strongest men lose their free will."
Below the description were more facts about references to the sirens in literature, or other variations of the myth, but Kuroo didn't care to hear more. Oikawa was being ridiculous.
"My boyfriend is not a siren Oikawa," Kuroo said, closing the book, much to Oikawa's annoyance. "First off, he's not a woman, and second, there's just no way."
Oikawa rolled his eyes, clutching the book tight against his chest. "So close minded Kuroo. This book was written by humans. Humans don't know shit. There could totally be male sirens. And admit it, it would make sense."
"No it wouldn't! If Tsukki was a siren, shouldn't I think his voice is incredible too? Isn't that how it works?" Kuroo asked, pacing the floor of their apartment.
Oikawa's face twisted, combing his mind for a possible reason, but in the end he came up with nothing. "Maybe you're an exception."
Kuroo laughed, flopping down onto the couch in defeat. "Is there such a thing?"
"Who knows..." Oikawa moved back to the living room, his movements slow as he began to pick up the array of books he'd displaced. As much as Kuroo was happy to see Oikawa not be right for once, he couldn't help but be disappointed. He still had no clue what was going on, or if he was overthinking things.
Something felt off, but maybe he was imagining it? Either way, all he wanted was to forget about it, and maybe go visit Tsukishima. Source of the confusion or not, the blond always had a way of making Kuroo's problems feel less heavy.
As Oikawa finished putting the books away, Kuroo thought their conversation was over, and made a move to lift himself off the couch.
He was wrong.
"It can't be helped," Oikawa sighed, causing Kuroo to freeze mid step. "We're just gonna have to test it."
Kuroo's eyes widened, but as always, Oikawa didn't wait for him to catch up. Phone in hand, Oikawa sent out a flurry of texts before grabbing his notebook (Kuroo called it his 'evil plan' notebook, so yeah, this was not good).
"Wait...we can't just...how are you--"
Oikawa cut Kuroo off with a groan, his hand still scribbling notes a mile a minute. "Kuroo, you may not believe it, but I know you. If you don't eliminate all the possibilities, you're going to get obsessive. So, let's just prove me wrong, even though I'm not, so you can move on yeah?"
U g h.
Kuroo whined, and Oikawa must've taken it as a 'go for it' because he promptly returned to his notebook.
The worst part was, he was probably right. Not about the siren thing, that was bullshit. But about Kuroo needing to exhaust all potential explanations, stupid or not. Oikawa put this siren idea in his head, so now they'd have to see it through, or Kuroo would never have peace of mind.
Leaving Oikawa to his planning, Kuroo went to his room, deciding he needed a serious nap before he did anything else.
Whatever Oikawa had up his sleeve, Kuroo only hoped it didn't mess up what he had with Tsukishima, or make him look like a total idiot. But as his eyes started to drift closed, the weird feeling in the back of Kuroo's head seemed to grow, seeping into every thought and dream he had.
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Eddsworld ~ The new neighbours Ch. 3
The first proper day of the girls in the apartment was well... Eventful. Edd,Matt and Tom got ready to go on over, well Edd thought it too be a good idea anyway.
"Now Tom can you not make any enemy's of the girls?" Edd said as the three walked over to the girls apartment.
"I already don't like one of them so it's pretty late for that," he takes a gulp from his flask, "I'll give the other two a chance though"
Matt shrugs, "it's something"
Edd shrugs as well knocking on the door to the apartment. After a while skinna open need the door. " oh hi!" She energetically said and turned to the couch that was in the room, most likely already there. "LEAF, JULIE! THOSE BOYS FROM YESTERDAY ARE HERE!"
Dark green hair popped up from the couch and a heavy and bored sigh from next to the dark green. Leaf walked over wearing pjs that said 'leaf me alone I'm sleepy' with the same creature from her shirt yesterday asleep on the shirt. "Oh hey come in!"
Julie was on a console playing Kingdom Hearts, "Don't believe her Rikku!!! She's evil!" Her eyes are teary, "why!!?!?!?!?!" She smashes her head on the coffee table crying.
Edd looks at her with some concern, "iiiis.... she ok?"
Leaf looks at him, "yeah this is the only time she actually cries.... playing video games"
Skinna nods in agreement, "yeah, you should have seen her when she played that game with the fallen human. She wouldn't stop crying for days."
Julie muffles from the coffee table, "it's a fantastic fucking story!!!"
Skinna shrugged and ran to the couch jumping onto it.
Leaf sweatdropped and turned to the guys. " we'll come in. is there anything I can get you? Food, drink? We don't have much at the moment... So I apologize if there's not much you like." She says as the guys walk in.
Matt tries to go near Julie, "don't even think about it you ginger possum!" He slowly backs up.
A stifled giggle comes from the green haired girl. "You might it want to do that mate, last guy that tried to seduce Julie ended up in hospital with a fractured skull, and some mirror shards in his arm... Never found out what happened though.... Edd, Tom you like anything?"
Both of them were just in silence after hearing that remark, "can we leave," Edd smacks him across the head.
"No that's rude Tom. Hey Leaf, you have any cola?"
"Oh yeah we do at least a can or two." Leaf grins and goes to the kitchen area and grabbing a cola can from the fridge. "Found one!" The green haired girl grinned and handed it to the green hoodies boy. "Here you go." She walked on over to the couch. "Julie you missed a chest..." She said and grinned.
"Wait where!" She stops moving the character, "I don't see it!"
"Omg go back and take a left, it's in that alley." She said as Edd and a reluctant Tom sat down on the couch. " I swear I find these things more than you." Leaf pokes her tongue out and sat down on the floor.
"I have an I patch on what do you want from me?" She huffs and goes into the direction Leaf told her to go.
Tom shrugs, "maybe take the eyepatch off and maybe you'll see better."
Skinna runs behind the kitchen counter to duck in cover, Leaf almost drops her bowl of cereal she was eating and after all that happened Julie pauses the game and just stares at the screen, "....run that by me again...."
"Take the eyepatch off then you would see better." Tom said with no waver in his voice.
"Tom... I don't think you should say that.." Edd said warningly, feeling that the statement Tom had said would cause a fight.
"What its not like she can hurt me she's a girl." Tom said taking another swig of his flask.
Leaf placed the bowl of cereal she had on the table and looked at Julie. "Don't... Julie he doesn't know so don't do it." Meanwhile Matt had hid behind the couch for safety of his face.
Julie was grinding her teeth, "I don't care if he doesn't know, I'll still kick his ass!"
Leaf looked at the eyepatch wearing girl. "Do not. Please we want to make nice not murder. Plus if you fight him I'll hide your tools like last time you near killed a guy when he asked about the patch." Edd really started to back away at this point.
"H...how bout instead of fighting maybe we show you guys around?" Edd stuttered worried about something happening if he didn't try to change the subject.
"Sounds like a plan right Skin, Julie?" Leaf asked the other girls, Julie still giving Tom the one eyed death stare.
"Sure whatever... Tom said, shrugging and getting up.
"We'll see you downstairs then?" Leaf said, motioning to her and the other girls looks, "we kinda need to get ready."
-time skip-
"Edd you sure this is a good idea?" Matt whimpered as the three guys were waiting at the car. Edd shrugged which didn't make the ginger feel better about this idea.
After a few minutes all three girls came down, having gotten washed and changed into clean clothes, leaf was in a dark grey shirt with little Chibi creatures in a fake pocket and jeans, Julie was in a light grey shirt that was plain and matching pants. and skin had her hoodie over her shirt and a skirt on.
Julie walks to their car with a monotoned look on her face, "alright dudes lets get this stupid show on the road."
Leaf flicks the back of Julie's head, looking so done with Julie's almost emotionless shit. "Come on guys lets go!" She turns to the guys with a big grin on her face, leaving all three guys confused.
"Well let's go..." Edd said as the guys get into the six seater car they now had, the girls following.
Skinna skips happily to the car completely oblivious to the tension from the group, "are going to go see Big Ben!"
"Uhhh..." All the guys said almost in unison. Leaf sat next to Matt, separating him from skinna.
"Skin honey I told you, not in London..." Leaf says sounding like a mother.
"Aaaaw," she pouts and she sits in the car, "that was the only thing I was looking forward to."
Julie sighs, puts her face in her hands and whispers, "this is one of the many reasons why she doesn't have a job."
Skinna turns to Julie as the eyepatched girl gets into the car. "And what's that's supposed to mean Jul Jul?" Once Julie was in the car and clipped in Edd starts the car and drives.
Tom snickered, "Jul Jul?"
Julie didn't even look at him, "you make fun of her nicknames I'll make sure you don't live to get one."
"JULIE!" Leaf snapped causing the car to go quiet.
"So uh..." Edd stuttered after a few minutes of silence. "We uh..."
Skinna quickly cuts through the awkwardness, "So where did you guys live before the apartments?!"
"Oh well you see.... It's kinda... A long story." Edd said and Matt popped up.
"That story hurt my face!" Matt swung his arms around hitting leaf on the head.
"OW!" Leaf yelped, rubbing the top of her head.
Tom quickly adds on, "that story makes me feel like shooting something."
Julie looks towards him, "if it's you I'll hand you the gun," adds on a smirk.
"If you're not careful it'll be you."
"Guys I swear to whatever's up there if you keep fighting you won't need to worry bout yourselves." Leaf says rubbing the top of her head.
"How bout we ask about you guys then? You said skinna doesn't work? So do you guys work?" Edd tries to quickly change the subject.
"Oh yeah me and Julie work!" Leaf grins.
"Yeah right... Her working is like me giving up Smirnoff..." Tom scoffs and points to behind him to Julie.
Julie clears her throat, "I actually make robotic inventions and sell it to those who really need them rather than just selling it to those who could abuse it for their own personal selfish needs."
"Wait what?" Tom said but before he got to say anything else lef cut him off.
"And I'm not as shiny in my job choice as jul but I work as a bartender." Leaf says, finally finished rubbing the bump on her head from Matt.
The hallelujah song plays over and over in Tom's head and has a complete shock look on his face. Skinna snaps her fingers in front of Tom's face and comments, "Well Leaf you broke him."
"What I do?" Leaf panics confused. "No seriously what did I do?"
"Well... how should I put this," Edd thinks for a moment, "Tom is sort of a alcoholic. For all we know he could be drunk right now but he has different types of drunk behaviour."
"Oh I see makes sense now... He does have that faint smell of Smirnoff on him." The green haired girl said as Edd parked to check on the spiky haired black eyed brunette.
"How do you know how it smells like?" Matt questioned.
"Oh it's a trick I learned from the bartender that taught me. He would tell me to identify a drink in a glass, it makes it easier to figure out what's tonic water and what's whiskey and vodka. Especially when I mix drinks." Leaf grins micheviously. As Edd was clicking his fingers in front of Tom.
"Leaf has this mix of her own called the green viper! She hasn't let me try it though..." Skinna chirped up as Julie got out of the car and slapped Tom.
"Ow!" Tom rubs his sore cheek, "what was that for?"
"What was what for?" Julie smiles inocently as she stretches out of the car. Edd looked to Tom.
"You kind of zoned out when Leaf said she was a bartender." Edd motioned to leaf who said a curt 'yo' then going back to her conversation with skin and Matt.
"Wait if she's a bartender then..." Tom started to think. Edd sighed.
"I don't think she will give you on the house drinks just because you know her..." The green hoodied boy said to Tom.
The eyepatch girl nods in agreement, "trust me, I've tried."
"God fucking dammit.." Tom muttered under his breath.
"Well as some of us are out of the car and the mall is nearby... We can check that out as don't girls like that?" Edd shrugs as he says that.
Skinna shrugs, "Meh, I'll only go to the Mall if it includes video games, food and the occasional shopping for new clothes that don't fit anymore."
"Same here. Not all girls wear skimpy outfits and go to the mall all the time to gossip and clothes shop." Julie adds onto what Skinna said.
Edd winces a bit, "oh, sorry I don't think we have friends who are girls before."
Matt thinks for a bit, "not that I can remember."
"Nah it's fine, we can go anyway. Right girls?" Leaf said as she nudged Skinna with her elbow. "Who knows it could be fun?"
"I could get more mirrors for my collection!" Matt chirped up.
Julie raises an eyebrow, "A... mirror.... collection?"
"Don't get him started on him and his mirrors..." Tom said. "His apartment is basically a shrine to himself..."
Julie makes a fake gagging sound which earns her yet another slap across the head, "Ow! Enough with the slapping across the head!"
"I'll stop when you act your age and stop making fun of people and laughing at people's quirks." Leaf mentions as Skinna, Leaf and Matt get out of the car.
Julie just shrugs, "can't change who I am and who I am is making fun of people."
Leaf sighs. "Could you at least tone it down a little? It gets tiring slapping your head after a while.." She said as Tom gets out and the car is locked by Edd.
"Let's just get in the bloody mall already. I need to get some new video games." And then all three went into the mall.
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