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exquisiteserotonin · 7 months

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Footsteps to Follow: Part 4

The Dangers of Fate

Series Summary: The loss of a loved one lasts forever and every person finds different ways to heal.

Pairing: Alice York x Foodtruck owner! Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE. Descriptions of violence and intent to commit violence. TW due to some talk of human trafficking and rape (nothing described, just implications of a bad guy involved in organized crime might be doing). Hints of romance and fluff. ANGST. If you are UNDER 18, please DNI. MDNI!!! AU, Foodtruck Owner Joel! No outbreak.

Word Count: ~3.5K

A/N: I'm glad that my writer's block more or less fixed itself for the time being. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I think we are finally getting somewhere. Things are starting to move! 💜💜💜

To my magical sluts: Thank you for helping through my neurotic feelings if inadequecy regarding my writing @imalrightllama @magpiepillsjunior @youandmeand5bucks @pink-whiskey-woman @redhotkitchen @legendary-pink-dot @sparklefarts38 @arcanefox207

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Alice sat with her legs tightly crossed one over the other on a quaint, earthy green bench situated in the middle of a garden. The aroma of the coffee in her hand paired with the ocean breeze wafting through the arched breezeway sent an invigorating energy through her body. Another country, another job. She took a sip of her coffee, surrendering to the warmth it spread from her lips to her chest, and stomach. The vibrant color and smoky sweet scent of lavender plants filling the air were beguiling to the senses. There wasn’t anything quite like it at home.

They were countless, the times she wished her next destination would be to a place of her choosing, at a time she found convenient, during a time she desired. But for the first time, she longed for the feeling of returning home. With another deep breath of her coffee, it was like she was back again, sharing one with a middle-aged man from Texas with patchy facial hair, a man more handsome than he had any right to be.

***

“I’m sorry our first date had to be over shitty hospital coffee,” Joel had apologized.

“Is that what this is?” she asked, treading carefully along the bridge between disinterest and full-on crush.

Joel’s hands wiggled as he raised his brows towards her and twitched his mouth at the quip. The way faint lines on his forehead revealed themselves and the line that appeared on his bottom lip as he puckered them in thought sent a light flutter inside Alice’s stomach. She squeezed her eyes tightly, blowing out a nervous breath.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, scrunching her face in consternation, “I’m so not good at this.”

“Now, I don’t know ‘bout that,” Joel responded, as he stretched out his feet under the table, the toe of his boots just inches from her sneakers, “I think you’re doin’ alright.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’ve got a few years on ya, Alice,” Joel replied in a self-deprecating tone. “So, tell me, how’d ya fall into nursin’?”

The answer was easy, but the guilt that accompanied it was equally apparent.

“Helping people, trying to anyway, seemed like,” she paused for a moment to think, “the appropriate choice. I kind of rebelled, pretty terribly as I got older and probably hurt a lot of people in the process.”

“Well, I’m not ‘bout to judge people by their past,” Joel shared.

“Human nature, huh?” Alice commented. “We’re all a little bit broken.”

“Like an egg,” Joel countered, his posture straightening and his eyes lighting up.

“What?” Alice laughed, curious about his unique comparison.

“You know, like an egg can break, but what’s inside is usually helluva lot better,” Joel explained, “like you can eat it, could be a baby chicken, too.”

So many people might have ridiculed him for the simplicity of his comparison. Ever observant, Alice took in the moment, took in the words, keeping the charm and wisdom that were present underneath the rugged exterior.

“That’s pretty wise, Tex,” Alice praised, tipping her cup of coffee to him in salute.

Joel took a sip of his simple, black coffee and pushed against the table with a long, nervous sigh, “Truth is, Alice, I ain’t really good at this either.”

He waved his hand in the space between them.

“I don’t know about that,” Alice hummed, “you seem to be doing OK to me.”

***

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she heard a voice muse, bringing her back to the garden.

Alice looked up, shifting her eyes towards her handler. She closed them with a silent nod of her head.

“Romantic even,” Firefly murmured, out at the impossibly, vibrant blue water of the Dubrovnik coastline.

Is she talking about my father?

It was an exercise in conflicting emotions to watch her handler’s face change, each line filled with a story, each gaze and each sigh held a memory which Alice knew nothing about. Some days she wanted to ask her what those memories were, searching for any strings that could tie her even closer to her father. Other days, she was simply scared to ask for fear of the emotions it would stir in them both.

How did you know he was in love with you?

Did he talk about me? No. Don’t answer that question.

Did he treat you better than he treated my mother?

Why didn’t you save him?

Standing up, Alice followed Firefly through the archway leading up to the quiet, nondescript apartment she had secured for their stay just on the outskirts of Dubrovnik. The walls of the apartment were made of stone that varied in shape and size. Each one climbed up to the top of the building revealing beauty, age, and distinction in their grooves and crevices. The owner at the front desk barely acknowledged them with a smile on her aged face. She stared out the arched window, closing her eyes to the breeze, occasionally waving to locals she knew.

In a single file, Alice followed her handler up the narrow, steep stairway to their room. It was cozy, clean, and simple. A couch with a pullout bed greeted them, a small coffee table placed before it was a perfect space for working. Past the living space was a narrow but open archway leading to the bedroom. Alice explored the small space as her handler immediately took her laptop from her briefcase. The change back to cutthroat professionalism was jarring. She opened her laptop, her fingertips clacking at the keys as she ensured that she had an encryption to protect their location, their identity, and everything else in between. It was no wonder her dad had fallen in love with her, she was just like him.

Alice sat next to her, as she began to bring up all her files on their target: Vojislav Đorđević. The dossier Firefly had compiled on him was extensive and at first glance, overwhelming. She and Alice combed through information: wanted in the Netherlands, Germany, and France for human trafficking of women, children, and migrants, firearms trafficking, and participation in a criminal organization.

A trembling feeling began to percolate in Alice’s stomach as she continued to read about the man’s atrocities. It was as though someone had stuck their hand down her throat and was churning her intestines. Kidnapping, torture, rape, and murder. Just seeing the written on the same line, in the same sentence as children sent a scorching rage igniting inside her. She felt her shoulders and chest beginning to tighten as she fought to keep herself from seething. Before she even realized it, an enraged tremble began to quiver beneath her skin. It grew with each file she read and each photo that she had to go through.

She drew a deep breath and stood up, turning away from the computer, placing her hands on her hips. Pacing around seemed to be the only way she could tear her eyes away from just one photo she saw, one photo that was enough to strengthen her resolve to kill him in the most terrible way imaginable. A shot to the head would be too merciful. Perhaps a knife to both eyes before cutting off his dick.

“Alice…Alice?” she knew it was her handler, but her voice seemed simultaneously close and far away. “Alice, you ok?”

After a few blinks, she refocused herself and turned back to Firefly.

“Sorry…,” Alice replied, her brow furrowed still, “I’m fine…I’ll be fine.”

Firefly turned away from her laptop and closed it, “I know I’ve told you this before, but I need you on your A-game, there can’t be any distractions.”

“I’ve heard this all before, I know if I get distracted, I get killed,” Alice said, her voice spent with exasperation.

“Personal feelings about this aren't going to make you execute the job any better,” Firefly declared, her face firm and authoritative. “I need your head clear.”

Alice turned back to her handler, the tightness in her shoulders beginning to settle as she unclenched her hands that she had formed into a fist. She returned to her chair, her posture straight and attentive. Leaning forward, she pressed her forearms against the table.

“You’re right. I’m ready,” Alice conceded. “Tell me the plan again.”

***

Alice awoke the next morning, rested and ready. She left the apartment in the early afternoon living, breathing, and becoming one with the town. The breeze off the ocean danced through her hair as she walked through nearly every quiet side street of the seaside city. Alice checked her watch, the time ticking down to the job. She stopped outside a busy cafe ordering a coffee from the counter. The humming chatter of tourists filled the air as they sat down for a snack and a respite from their day of exploring.

Once she finished her coffee, she went inside to the bathroom, opening her bag which held her uniform: a boxy and plain blue shirt and black pants. She examined herself in the mirror straightening the creases on the shirt and pants of her housekeeping disguise.

The warmth of the setting sun was slinking away as Alice strolled through the side streets approaching the luxurious hotel where Đorđević was holing in for the evening. She crept past a few hotel staffers arguing amongst one another on their smoking break. Other hotel staff walked in and out a side door that was easily accessible to the public, but also easy enough to slink through amidst the rocky hillsides and floral strewn hills that provided a natural landscaping that would be easy for her to navigate.

I’m in.

Alice texted Firefly quickly.

Blending in easily with the cleaning staff, she gained access to their supply room, surreptitiously grabbing a keycard that one absent-minded young individual let fall to the floor from his hand She pushed the giant cart of cleaning supplies in front of her, glancing at her reflection in one of the spotlessly clean mirrors. Not a spot of makeup. Hair pulled back into a tight low bun. Completely plain. Completely unnoticeable.

As Alice inched closer and closer to the top floor where the Presidential suite and Đorđević rested, Firefly kept a lookout and waited for the job to be done so they could return home. Her eyes scanned the glimmering, midnight blue water as tourists and locals strolled along, breathing in the night air. A tightness grasped her like a fist punching through her chest. Her eyes narrowed on a figure familiar to her, age lines littering his face, and his once golden blonde hair was nearly white in his old age. He held his head up with an air of privilege and entitlement she thought she would never have to see again. The stench of his ego threatened to hitch a ride on the wind. His shoulders were pulled back in an arrogant posture, a posture she could never forget. It was the same arrogant, self-assured posture his son once shared with him before he was killed.

Alice looked down at her phone, seeing a text message light up the screen.

Mission compromised. Abort now.

Seriously? Alice thought. This can’t be happening.

Can still finish job.

She typed her words quickly as she walked through the halls of a floor a few levels below the top floor.

Negative. Hold position.

Alice paced back and forth stepping away from the cleaning cart. The cold, carbon steel pressed securely to her leg with her ankle strap.

I’d just need one moment. He’d be dead faster than a lightning strike.

The fast whirring of the staff elevator raced to Alice’s ears. Like a startled cat, she acquired her knife and held still behind the large cart. The steel took on the warmth of the anticipatory heat that flowed through her palm and her fingers. She stood ready to eliminate whoever was about to come through the elevator to thwart her. Her slow and silent breaths quieted the fast and loud thumping of her heart. The thin, mechanical hiss of the opening doors set off a countdown in her brain. Slow footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway.

“Excuse me, I seem to be lost; could you show me where the indoor pool is?” a sing-song voice called out.

Firefly stood before her, a stern look washed over her face while Alice rolled her eyes, twirling her knife behind her wrist.

“What are you doing here?” she breathed through her teeth.

“I told you we were compromised.”

Hooking her arm with Alice’s they walked briskly towards the stairs. Alice was huffing with the speed at which she followed her handler. The chill of anxiety began to creep into her bloodstream the closer they got to the ground floor. In the stairwell, Firefly took a quick scan of her phone tapping into different cameras in the building. All clear. Their sprint had ended when Firefly walked ahead, grabbing the handle of the door to the lobby.

“Meet me at the Tisak booth after you’ve changed.”

Alice rushed to the bathroom, her heart beating faster with the lack of knowledge her handler was refusing to provide.

This is the kind of shit that’s going to get me killed.

She slipped into a soft, black linen dress and applied a swipe of red lip gloss across her lips and a quick coat of mascara on each set of eyelashes. With her hair down, she looked like a different person. As she glided past the front desk, she noted everything around her, nothing seemingly out of place until spied a tall, older man with bright, silvery blonde hair, his shoulders pushed back beneath the sleek pressed fabric of his polo shirt.

“Oh yes, thank you sir.” Alice overheard the polite and discreet voice of the front desk agent. “Someone will be down to accompany you to his room.”

Alice shook off the urge to follow the man, certain he was being accompanied to the Presidential suite. She stored the image of him in her brain, filing it away, certain she’d have to return to it later.

Is this old man really the one she’s worried about?

Distractions will get you killed.

I could have gotten killed.

She walked with long strides, her small traveler bag on her shoulder. Her personal artillery shifted inside, and she slowed her steps, cognizant of any attention that she might inadvertently bring to herself. The adrenaline rushed to her ears as she saw her handler’s car. She entered through the passenger’s side, pulling the door closed with a loud slam.

“What the fuck was that?” Alice demanded.

“I told you we were compromised, and I made the call to drop the job,” Firefly responded quickly and firmly.

“No, no, I fucking put my life on the line out there and that’s the bullshit reason you give me?”

“It’s not your concern anymore,” she added, looking in her car’s rear view mirror as she left the city walls of the old town heading towards the airport. “I will take this one moving forward.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alice groaned, rubbing her eyes and forehead in frustration. “What? Is this some kind of fallout from an old job you and my dad had? Couldn’t keep your legs closed, so karma’s knocking at your door?”

Firefly swerved the car with a sharp turn of the steering wheel, stopping at the side of the road. Faster than Alice could open her mouth to speak, her handler slapped her in the face. Tears sprung from the corner of her eyes as she brought her hand to her face, which was left red and stinging.

“I just saved your fucking life. Trust me, if you needed to know about this, I’d have already told you.” Firefly said as her eyes, darkened by the nighttime sky, held back tears. “We’re done.”

The quiet of the deep night took over the road, the rush of the world zoomed past the car while the silent, stifling air that filled the vehicle threatened the life of any noise that tried to pierce it. Alice tried to calm her seething anger, looking out the window at the stars in the sky only moving her eyes towards her handler in quick glances. The silent noise continued until they arrived at the airport.

***

“Here are your tickets,” Firefly said, her face laden with lines of distant confusion as they walked through the sliding glass doors of the airport terminal. “Take some time for yourself. If something comes up, I’ll notify you.”

“Please…,” Alice urged, letting out a sigh of frustration, “why won’t tell me what’s going on?”

“Alice, I could have gotten you killed,” her voice cracked with the words, “I’d never---I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

A dull ache crept across Alice’s neck as she observed another moment of sentimentality escape from her handler. Anger, disappointment, and frustration. She felt all of these things and yet through it all, there was never a question regarding trust. Not in Alice’s mind. She’d always been able to trust Firefly.

“Why don’t you trust me?” Alice questioned.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, this time her eyes demanding Alice’s attention and gaze. “I promise you that once I have all the intel, once I have it all clear, I’ll find you again.”

Alice stood dumbfounded as Firefly turned away, disappearing into a crowd of travelers. An unwelcome and familiar feeling of dread veiled itself over her. She dug her hands deep into her pockets, squeezing her keychain as she turned on her heels to join the sprinkling of travelers. Her footsteps heavy with the unwanted memory of a broken promise.

***

Bright sunlight greeted Alice as she disembarked the plane that had touched down on the tarmac. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked through the terminal.

“Shit,” she swore under her breath as she recalled that she didn’t plan for a ride home.

Signs littered the airport advertising taxis and ride shares. Exhaustion and confusion had already set themselves within Alice and the desire to curl up in the warm covers of her bed was strengthening its resolve. As though in a trance, she opened up her phone contacts, swiping through the names of co-workers and lingering longer than she wanted to admit on her sister’s name before her thumb settled over a name she knew she shouldn’t call.

Stop being ridiculous, Al. She heard her inner voice groan.

As though her thumb had a mind of its own, she discovered that she had already dialed the phone number for Joel Miller.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Alice whispered as she began to walk with hint of panic in each step.

“Hello?” The sound of his rugged drawl came clear over the phone.

“Um, hey, Joel, it’s Alice,” she greeted, her fingers trembling along with her voice, “I’m sorry to call all of a sudden like this.”

“Hey come on now,” Joel assured, “it ain’t no trouble. You OK?”

“Um yeah…,” she lied through shaky breaths, “I just got home from a trip and realized as I landed, I didn’t make the right pick up plans and I---,”

“Need me to come pick you up from the airport?” Joel offered, the tone of his voice rising eagerly. “Where should I meet you?”

“Yeah, if you could? I’m in Terminal A, if you can do it.” Alice asked with a slight tone of embarrassment. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Already said I would,” he replied with a low chuckle.

“Thanks, Tex.”

Alice restlessly shook her knee as she sat on a bench just outside Terminal A. The nerves of waiting for Joel and the anxiety built up from the last 24 hours combined to create a particularly biting panic attack. She watched as car after car passed, until a metallic green pickup truck slowed in the passenger pick up lane. The way he practically leapt out of the truck to grab her suitcase was enough to set her spirit soaring.

It should be a crime to look as good as he does in an old t-shirt and jeans. She thought to herself.

She followed him as he placed it in the back passenger seat. He turned to face her; his smile was like a bright beacon that guided her through the fog of her panic.

“Welcome home, Alice.”

“Joel,” she greeted, her voice shaking as she stepped towards him.

“Hm?” He smiled, showing off his ridiculously attractive dimples.

With one bold move she pulled him close towards her, tugging at his shirt before her eyes lingered on the calming glimmer of his deep brown eyes until they followed a natural line to the pout beneath his mustache. And with one soft caress of her lithe fingers from his forehead to his chin, she kissed him.

#juice collective #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #equalizer 2 #dave york #dave york apologist #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x original character #joel miller x female character #joel miller x alice york #angst #fluff #romance #hurt #alice york's wonderland

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optimizim · 6 months

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tell me abt your ocz?? (>_<)//

(first of all woah my first ask! yippee!) (second of all. this got long. i'm so very sorry.)

skutz, skee and poot are their names! i don't have them developed as much as i want to; i've just broken back into the oc-o-sphere after a couple of years of succumbing to cringe culture.

skee is a, hm, xenoecologist? 🤔 it's a really cushy job, even though it sounds scientific. he's tall, impressively so, but flunked out of invader training and sucks at anything that requires a lot of long-term commitment. essentially, his job is to explore planets with No Sentient Lifeforms and log anything interesting he finds; anything that could be useful for the empire. he's kind of bitter about sucking at every job he's ever tried but he's also not self-aware enough to make any sort of genuine improvement in his life B^)

poot is the irken equivalent of a NEET. yeah TECHNICALLY he has a job. he's skee's """"assistant"""". skee is fond of him and since poot livens up the base on whatever planet they're on, he gets to loiter doing barely anything. he's loyal, upbeat, generous, and also INCREDIBLY stupid. he's less xenophobic than most of his fellow irkens but also genuinely not any threat to the empire whatsoever by virtue of his sheer stupidity. talking to him would probably be pretty grating (and you'd feel bad for not liking him because has good intentions 😬)

(there is NO way they'd have a SIR unit. why did i draw that!!!)

skutz doesn't even really know those two even tho i drew them together. he's the one i like to think about in bed before i go to sleep :,) he's yer standard irken piece of shit. short, but "pulled himself up by the bootstraps" and got a job overlooking drones and laborers, where he got to ego trip around people who couldn't really do anything about it. way too cocky and ambitious, he took a "great opportunity!!!" to test out the interdimensional tech that was being developed in his universe. he thought he'd get famous but he ended up getting catapulted into a dimension where irkens don't exist and had to kinda rawdog existing in a universe where he has absolutely 0 influence.

i've been thinking about what aliens he might encounter in this dimension and i like the idea that they'd be VERY nature heavy but not in a way that's disconnected from technology; maybe irkens even used to exist in this dimension but their tech was absorbed into this other empire instead of em achieving dominance. but! that universe is secondary to most of my thoughts about my ocs, and i just like to think about the possibilities there before i go to bed. skee and poot have a muuuch more canon adherent sort of deal, and skutz is easy to adapt for that too.

WOW and that ended up being a lot but i'm glad its written down somewhere now 👍

#skutz and skee are brothers. from the same genetic stock at least. in my 'canon' they have literally never met though.#literally just from the same vat of irken juice #i have a vague idea for a short female irken spy character but she's not developed enough to say anything about here #and the aliens that skutz encounters in the other dimension have stuff too!#if you have ocs that need friends or anything anon.... you hmu....#also these paragraphs make it sound like i have more developed but this is genuinely kinda the extent of it #some of this has changed since last time i wrote it down. skee's stuff especially #ill develop them more eventually :^]#invader zim oc #iz oc #original character #oc #oc art

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 9 months

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Things Best Left in the Past - Switchblade / Emery

As I feel like Jay is taking a back seat in the Dark Angel series, I felt like I needed to explain the distance between him and Emery, so... this came to be.

Directly follows one of the first in the series, Return of the Dark Angel

Word Count: 1092

tag list: @summertimefun1982 @katries

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As Emery walked along backstage, the sound of familiar music reached her ears, causing her to deviate on her path to catering. Finding a monitor that displayed the camera’s view of the ring, she watched as Jay White made his way down the ramp for his first official AEW match. Going against someone as talented as Komander would be a test, but Emery knew how talented Jay was, and thus knew that unless something weird happened, he would get the win.

The AEW crowd was excited and hyped up to see Jay live, chanting out all familiar Bullet Club ‘Too Sweet WOOP WOOP’ as he showboated for them, soaking up all the attention they gave him.

Seeing Jay in person over the past few weeks admittedly caused pings of sadness, as Emery wished that Riley—El Phantasmo—would get a contract as well. Despite that, however, she was happy for him, where he was in life and how things in New Japan were going. Riley was taking care of things, loose ends and betrayals, and was slowly becoming his own person again. It was nice to see, honestly.

Standing there, her arms loosely crossed in front of her, Emery watched, a faint smile on her face. She was barely aware of someone coming to a stop next to her, until Britt gently spoke up.

“It’s weird, right? Seeing him here after everything that happened between Kenny and he in New Japan?”

Emery briefly turned her head towards her friend, before giving a half shrug and returning her attention to the screen as the two wrestlers began doing what they did best.

“Yes and no. Kenny was ready to move on, honestly, and Jay was the best option for Bullet Club. Just because there wasn’t a hostile takeover like the times before doesn’t mean there’s hard feelings. Jay did betray Kenny before—when he tried inviting him into Bullet Club the first time around. But… I still got to know him a bit before we left to come here. He’s a good guy, funny….”

“Emery, hunny, Jay is not a ‘good guy’,” Britt frowned, “I know we all have our moments, times we’re… on the dark side and heel… but from what I’ve witnessed, Jay is all heel.”

“Believe me, I know…” Emery sighed, watching as Jay trapped Komander in one of the ring corners, feet on the turnbuckles as he rained punches down, yelling out the letters as he spelled ‘switchblade’, “But he can be good, honestly. There were times I felt out of place, homesick even, and sometimes my anxiety would take over—and despite knowing I had Bullet Club there to talk to, I… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Jay noticed, somehow, and he’d start talking to me… getting my mind of things, letting me freely talk about whatever… It was nice.”

“So he’s got a small, teensy sliver of a good side,” Britt said, “But that’s miniscule compared to all the bad. Honey—” She turned her body towards me, gently placing a hand on my arm and turning me to face her, “With everything that has gone on over the years, any… negative—you’ve managed to pull through effortlessly. Not once has there been any inclination that your Dark Angel side wanted to come out. Then, White shows up, uses his honeyed words on you, and suddenly your personality changes and Dark starts to slip out? That’s not a good thing, you realize that right?”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emery briefly glanced at the screen to her left, seeing Jay deliver a nasty spear to Komander, taking him out roughly before raining down more punches. Blinking, she turned her attention away, looking down at the floor.

“I…. Yeah, I know…”

“Good, that’s good to recognize. Look, I know it’s hard to do—he’s familiar to you, that bond you guys made in New Japan…. But as your friend?” Britt said, as Emery lifted her eyes up to meet Britt’s, “It’s probably best if you steer clear of Jay White. I’d hate to see you get hurt or in trouble for anything that happens because of him, in any way, shape, or form.”

Emery gave her a nod of acknowledgement, before waving a goodbye as Jamie Hayter came up and took her away to get ready for their match later. Turning back to the screen, she watched as Jay jabbed this thumb into Komander’s eye, wincing at the underhanded tactic. Usually, things like that didn’t bother her any—Emery was guilty of doing things just as bad in the past—but seeing Jay’s behavior and hearing Britt’s words caused her mind to start racing.

Her mind went back to recent interactions with Jay, with Kenny being more and more distant from her.

“My princess shouldn’t be treated that way by anyone. You deserve to be around people that respect you—that cherish you.”

“I couldn’t…”

“Shhh…. make any plans just yet. Give it some time, princess. When you figure out what you want to do… You know where to find me.”

Pairing that with the unfortunate choice of going to his apartment just a few weeks later… they had hung out like old times. Reminiscing, laughing—just having a grand time—but he had brought it up a few times.

“I’d love to have you at my side. Think about it—Switchblade and the Dark Angel. We’d be unstoppable!”

“Omega’s not treating you like he should, you deserve more respect than that, Princess.”

“If you ever need anything, you know you can always come to me.”

The familiar rasp of Juice Robinson’s voice as he yelled out “RICKKAYYYY!” brought her attention back to the screen, her sight focusing as she took in Jay and Ricky sitting on the ramp, Jay cradling Juice’s head as Ricky Starks and Shawn Spears stared at them from the ring.

Emery had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even heard who had won the match, but she realized with a resigned sigh that it didn’t matter. She wasn’t Bullet Club anymore. She wasn’t the same person she was five years previous.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Emery shook her head to clear all the thoughts, and with one last look at the monitor, she walked away. It might mean losing a friend, but it was better for her in the long run. She had enough things to deal with on the daily—maybe one less devil on her shoulder would be a good thing.

#aew #imagine #fanfiction #dark angel of the bullet club #all elite wrestling #oc emery #original female character #Jay White #Britt Baker #Juice Robinson

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upsilonthebluepriest · 11 months

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Leslie Ernestine Calloway-The Nerd

Description: 15-years-old. White. Has short black hair with a turquoise streak and blue eyes. Loves to read. An expert chemist. Was born with Angry Resting Face Syndrome. Favorite food is BLT sandwiches. Favorite drink is pineapple juice. The brains of MAIL.

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pieroulette · 11 months

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 13 - Sons & Daughters

📜This one is going to hurt... 😬 Depending on how you think... I challenged myself with this one as it's almost all from Sadie's POV.

Also, do you guys listen to the songs at all? Just curious 😂

❗+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, original child, name-calling and implying some derogatory things, mentions of concussions, Angst, Protective Dagger Squad, mostly from Sadie's POV.

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The first thing Sadie thought when she woke up in the morning was that she had never had a headache like this one.

She had nothing to compare it to. This wasn't a soccer ball to the face or a cold with a bad stuffed-up nose. This type was the one that made your eyes water in pain, the kind where your headband was just too tight, but there was no headband for her to remove. The type to create intrusive thoughts about hitting your head off a wall to see if that would fix it.

On top of that, she was exhausted from her Uncle Jake waking her up throughout the night, ensuring she could still wake up. And each time he did, she had trouble falling back asleep.

When you came to wake her up in the morning, a smile on your face, she couldn't stop her tears from escaping due to the pain. She could handle a lot, but headaches were her weakness. And your reaction only made it worse, Sadie not wanting to add more to your plate, as a frown graced your face.

Whether the question of if she was feeling okay, physically or emotionally, was going to cross your lips, Sadie didn't want to know.

She groggily sat up, trying to bury her face into your neck, clinging to you tightly and whimpering, "It's my head."

Something about just holding on to you soothed the pain. Sadie could remember the doctor telling her before leaving the hospital that she would feel worse on the second day. She thought he had been stupid to say that; nothing could have been worse than what her entire family just went through.

Then she understood what he meant. However, he should have paid better attention to his choice of words.

Sadie tried to hide her whines as you stood, carrying her out of her bed and into the bathroom, where you single handily searched for the bottle of pain meds as she clung to you.

Uncle Jake was working a wooden spoon through a bowl of batter in the kitchen when he saw Sadie in your arms. He frowned and immediately dropped the spoon, walking over to the pair of you and placing a hand resting on Sadie's back.

"It's her head," you spoke quietly, kissing her forehead. Jake took the bottle of meds from your hand without saying anything else, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, saying quietly, "Go sit. I'll get everything ready."

Sadie didn't pay any attention to what was happening after you sat down with her in your lap. Uncle Jake brought over two pills and a glass of orange juice at some point, and you coaxed her into the chair next to you to take them.

But she was impatient, waiting for those nasty things to work, pressing her head into her arms as if the small amount of darkness would help. Then Uncle Jake placed a packet of ice on her neck, and she wanted to cry from the relief.

The awful bandage came off after she started to feel slightly better, you sitting behind her at the kitchen table as you worked the thing loose. Uncle Jake was at the stove, flipping pancakes, laughing at the faces Sadie was making as you tugged one way or pulled the other.

After living off hospital food almost all day yesterday, the pancakes did wonders for her stomach. But she was more pleased to see Uncle Jake smiling and laughing with you at the kitchen table as everyone ate. How he made her laugh and feel happy, despite everything that happened.

Uncle Jake just fit in.

And that was the thing with you and Uncle Jake. Neither of you babied her. Sadie knew she could always come to you with anything; she just had to say the word. And it only took shared looks with Uncle Jake to know he was an option as well, constantly checking in with a knowing smile and Sadie nodding to let him know she was doing okay.

But she didn't want to think about everything just yet.

After breakfast, however, was a constant cycle of boredom. Sadie didn't know how to cope. You told her she couldn't look at a screen, and while she understood, she was bored. This was different from when it was the flu or a cold, and she got to stay home from school. She could huddle on the couch, play her Switch, or watch a movie during those times. Despite loving to read, she could only stare at the pages for so long before the words ran into each other.

Or her head started to pound again.

Uncle Jake tried to help, sitting with her outside while you curled up in one of the chairs, reading a book in between answering phone calls. Sadie hadn't seen you with a book in a long time, that book in particular, and she wondered what convinced you to pick it back up again. But she liked the fact you did, watching you turn every page with eager intent, lost in the world described in the pages.

Until she fell asleep against her Uncle Jake, who was content to let her be until two hours had passed and she needed to be woken up again.

She honestly just wanted him to let her sleep.

Then the Daggers had called, more Auntie Nat than any of them, to ask if they could bring dinner over. When they arrived, she hugged everyone slightly longer than usual, not that they seemed to mind. Even if she had to put up with the same questions from all of them, Sadie honestly just wanted her family close by.

But there was something off about her Uncle Roo.

He barely said a word to her when he walked through the front door. And his hug wasn't as warm or nearly as tight. And after dinner, with everyone in the backyard, she was beginning to worry. She could tell he was mad as she feigned sleep, lying up against Uncle Jake on the bench to avoid answering another, "Are you doing okay?"

He hadn't stopped staring at her once. Or at you, for that matter. His eyes tracked every movement you made in the backyard, from refilling a water jug to nibbling on a piece of food. Or every conversation.

Every time you to came over and spoke with Uncle Jake.

It was weird, she thought.

And she wanted to find out why.

Despite her headache going away, being around everyone made her exhausted. And she suddenly felt the urge to be alone. She excused herself from the backyard, asking if she could lie in her room for a minute, everyone frowning. But you had let her go without complaint.

You always knew what she needed, and you never forced her to do something that made her uncomfortable.

Rooster had been there for her when she was struggling with the fact she wouldn't see her mom anymore. Maybe she was trying to let him approach her by going inside. She half expected him to follow her inside, or there might have been a moment when she would have pulled him aside and asked if she could talk to him about what had happened. This shouldn't be any different than those times.

But he didn't follow her inside, and he really hadn't said a word to her all evening, unlike Auntie Nat or Uncle Bob, who had asked if she needed to vent.

She couldn't figure out what she did wrong.

It was making her upset.

Sadie lifted her from her pillow head to a knock at her bedroom door.

"Come in," she called out softly. Her door opened, revealing you on the other side, a sad smile on your face.

"Hey," your voice was soft. "I just came to check on you. Everyone was worried."

Sadie put her head back on her pillow, glancing out her window. "I'm okay. Just tired. It's just a lot."

"Should we have not had everyone over? You're allowed to say no. No one would blame you."

She closed her eyes, moving her head back and forth against her pillow. "No, I wanted everyone here. It was just more than I thought it would be."

You stepped forward to sit beside her on the bed, hand reaching out to stroke at her leg top her covers. "You've been through more than anyone your age, Bug."

Sadie turned to look at you, instantly drawn to your eye. Your bruise had gotten darker and lighter, yellow patches adding themselves to the stains of the blue since she came home. Its presence on your face still haunted her, making her return to her belief that you or Uncle Jake wouldn't have gotten hurt if she had stayed in the bathroom. But then she'd remember what Uncle Jake had said, and she'd stop herself.

She knew even her mom would have come up with the right thing to say, which sounded exactly the same as everyone else had been telling her.

People were just sometimes bad.

"Am I supposed to buy the "It will make me stronger" speech people give me?" she wondered aloud. You squeezed her leg through her puffy green comforter, saying, "Not if you don't want it to."

Adjusting herself on her bed, she replied, "So if I wanted to be upset about it?"

You slid closer to her, and Sadie reached for your hand, threading her fingers through yours. You touched her cheek and answered, "It's okay to cry about what happened Bug. To be upset. Why do you think you can't be upset?"

"Because you and Uncle Jake got hurt. Because I don't want anyone else to worry about me. Because it will cause more problems, and I don't want you to be sad."

You gasped, crying, "Sadie, you're never a problem! Please don't ever think that! I'm only sad because I can't fix everything for you. I would do anything to make sure you're happy."

Sadie cried the second you said those words, releasing the pent-up emotions weighing her down since she woke up in that hospital bed.

Maybe she didn't need to talk to her Uncle Roo about these things.

You had been right here all along.

"Thank you for understanding, Aunt Liz," she sniffed, wiping her eyes. "And being there for me. For taking me in."

Laying beside her on her bed, you wrapped your arm around her side. "As if you were going to end up anywhere else than with me. That's nothing you have to thank me for, Bug."

She played to the edges of her comforter, the question burning on her lips. "Is he my birth-farther? The bad man."

Her mom had always said she had a father out there. One that left before she was born. She hadn't started putting everything together, the photos her mom had shown her, the warnings to stay away from that man, until after everything had happened and she had time to think about it when she was stuck in that hospital bed.

Sadie knew you would tell her the truth. You always did, even when she didn't want to hear it. You swallowed hard before nodding sadly. "Yeah, he is."

Sadie let go of the comforter, pushing it off her. "What does that mean for me? For us? I just... don't want anything to do with him."

"Well, hopefully, when the police catch him, he will go to jail. So we will never see him again. Your mom ensured that would never happen. He's not going anywhere near you."

"Really?"

You nodded. "Everyone outside would buzz the CPS building if that was even the slightest possibility too."

She giggled at that.

"So whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me. And those idiots outside."

Sadie huffed a small laugh, remarking, "Till I run off with a boy, right?"

You gasped, sitting up and remarking, "Sadie Beck, don't tell me you have a crush!"

Well, shoot, she really shouldn't have gone with that reply. You could always tell when she was hiding something.

Well, almost always.

"I'm almost eleven, Aunt Liz. Do I really need to be thinking about a boy right now?" she attempted to throw you off her trail, rolling her eyes. But you didn't relent, a knowing grin on your face.

"Not if it's Will your thinking about," you teased. Sadie squealed, rolling herself into her pillow.

Will had called her today asking if she was okay. She liked him more than she cared to admit. She was still too young even to consider having a boyfriend. But she liked the way he cared about her. It reminded her of how Uncle Jake cared about you. Then she realized, turning her head with a shout, "You and Uncle Jake's date got ruined!"

You chuckled softly. "It's nothing that can't be replanned. Besides, I think he likes spending time with the both of us anyway."

Sadie giggled, thinking back to this morning. "Don't let him flip the pancake pan again. And he needs to stop singing in the shower. I think it's making my head worse."

Something warm sparked in Sadie's chest at watching you finally laugh wholeheartedly after what seemed like the longest 24 hours of her life.

She liked seeing you laugh. You only ever did once Uncle Jake came around since her mom had left the two of you.

"Is it okay that Uncle Jake is staying here?" you asked her after a minute.

Sadie sat up in her bed, looking at you questionably. Uncle Jake had left just after lunch for a half hour, returning with a bag in hand. She hadn't questioned it. It made sense that he would stay with you two while the bad man was still out there.

She also didn't trust the police officer outside across the street in his car either. She had often peered out the front window to see him asleep in his front seat.

She nodded. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know, with everything that has happened? The fact he and I.."

She didn't have to think twice about her answer. "I feel safe with him in the house."

You smiled. "So do I, Bug."

You were about to say something else when a loud shout echoed down the hallway, an f-bomb, as you had labelled on the swear jar in the kitchen. Sadie's eyes shot to her open door, and she quickly remarked, "Somebody needs to put money in the swear jar."

But this wasn't a slip of the tongue. More shouts and angry words were coming from different people. Sadie looked at you, wondering what to do. But you had gone stiff, your face emotionless as the both of you took in the fight.

You seemed to snap out of it when you heard Auntie Nat's voice shout Uncle Roo's name, and you finally looked back at her with worrisome eyes.

Sadie watched as you grabbed her oversized black headphones with puffy sides from her bedside table and quickly turned them on. You were biting your bottom lip as you placed them on her head, looking down at your phone and hitting play on a playlist. You squeezed her shoulder, mouthing 'stay' to her before you quickly exited her room, shutting the door behind you.

Sadie couldn't hear anything beyond the music playing in her ears. She could tell without looking at your phone screen that it was the playlist you had made for Saturday Nights.

She caught snippets of shouts and yells for a couple of songs when the music shuffled. She could hear you, Uncle Jake, Uncle Nat, and Uncle Roo, who was the loudest. At one point, she thought she even heard Uncle Bob raise his voice. That one shocked her the most - she had never heard him speak that loudly.

But after a while, she couldn't hear your voice in the mix while another song changed. Sadie reached up and pulled the headphones from her head, leaving them on her bed as she climbed off and to her door.

She didn't know why everyone was fighting but needed to know. If her suspicions had been right about Uncle Roo being mad about something, she needed to know why and if she could fix it.

She opened it carefully, not that anyone would have heard her with how loud it was and shut it closed behind her. The hallway was dark, save for a light coming from your bedroom. Tip-toeing across the hall, she pressed herself to the wall as she peered over the corner, spying on everyone standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

You weren't in the room with them anymore. And Sadie confirmed she had indeed been right about Roo being mad. Her first thought was that her comparison of how red as a Rooster he could get wasn't accurate. She needed something redder, maybe a lump of coal from the fire pit or the stuff inside the glass thermometer you kept in the backyard.

But then she started to question why he was mad and yelling. And, most importantly, why was everyone standing behind Uncle Jake and not Uncle Roo when she knew they didn't like him?

---

You didn't want to admit it as you left Sadie's room. But nothing would have gotten Rooster to react that badly had he not found out about you and Jake.

Rounding the corner of the hall, Nat stood between Rooster and Jake, her hand on Bradley's chest. She was pushing him away from Jake, who had his arms crossed and jaw clenched, staring him down.

The rest of the Daggers were spread out amongst your kitchen, caught between trying to figure out what the hell happened and wondering what side they would go to bat for.

"Bradley, what the hell was that?! Sadie is in her room!"

You shouldn't have said anything. Bradley's red-hot temper, face contorted in outrage, suddenly pinned you down. Pointing his finger at you, he stepped forward in your direction. Nat countering his movement, making sure to stand between you and him at all times.

"You liar!" he seethed.

You took a step back, slightly frightened.

"How long have you been sleeping with him? Since before we were deployed or after?!"

"I'm not sleeping with him!" you replied, your voice slightly brittle. Bradley scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, something is a little fucking fishy considering his bag is next to your bed in your room!"

You narrowed your eyes at him, your fist clenched. "You went into my room?!"

"Didn't need to when the door was wide open."

Some part of you wished you could have sat Bradley down and told him without fear of a reaction like this. But Bradley was unpredictable at best. And from what you knew of his relationship with Mav, he could hold a nasty grudge.

It wasn't as if you didn't feel bad about it. You didn't lie to him, but you didn't tell him the truth when you should have.

"You gave into him!" He shouted at you, looking at Jake and then back to you. "We told you! We warned you, Elizabeth! And you didn't listen to us."

Nat was the one to respond for you, recalling, "She made no such promise, Bradshaw. She told you to lay off and let her handle it."

But he didn't listen to her, too caught up with watching how you reacted to his words to even entertain any idea that didn't fit into what he believed to be fact.

"How quickly did he get between your legs?" he remarked heatedly.

"Rooster!"

Out of all the people you expected to shout, Bob certainly wasn't one of them. His southern drawl, normally soothing to the ear, was harsher than normal. He moved from his perch up against the wall next to your back door, coming to stand in line with Nat and Jake, "That was outta line!"

A part of you acknowledged he probably found out about your relationship with Jake from Nat. But he had been silent this whole time. He had never said a word about what he knew or thought.

"The number of times she's taken care of your ass, and this is how you treat her? You've got no business telling her what she can do."

"It's fucking Hangman, Bob! Are you all even thinking about what this will do to Sadie? When he leaves her out high and dry?" Bradley exclaimed. "She's going to wake up one day, and he's not going to be there, and she's going to be devastated. And for what?!"

Jake narrowed his eyes at him, "Not that it's any of your goddamn business, but she made me swear to put Sadie first."

Suddenly, everything clicked for Bradley, the pieces fitting together neatly.

"Jake wasn't randomly at the Hard Deck on Friday," he said. "He was seeing you."

You refused to look him in the eye, and Bradley's face twisted in hurt.

"So, this is it, huh? You've been seeing each other behind our backs this whole time? And decided to keep it from us."

You gripped your forearm tightly. Should you own up and let him know almost everyone knew but him? Could you explain or even convince him that everyone found out by themselves?

But the choice had been made for you when Rooster saw something in Nat's eyes that indicated not only had she known about it, she was and had been okay with it.

"You knew?!" Rooster yelled at her. Nat stood her ground, fierceness in her eyes as she remarked, "It wasn't my story to tell."

"Oh, this is just fucking rich. How many of you knew?"

Bob and Coyote turned away from Bradley, refusing to say anything that might give away what they knew. And while Fanboy and Payback might have only found out now, even knowing something had been going on between the two of you or assuming something would, given that Jake followed you into the kitchen that first Saturday night, they still hung their heads low like everyone else.

"How could you all?!" Bradley cried out, eyes tracking around the room. "You traitors!"

"Okay, you know what? I'm done!" you seethed, stepping around Nat and copying Bradley's stance. Jake reached for you, but you dodged his hand. Poking Bradley in the chest with your finger, you shouted, "What the fuck is your problem, Bradley?"

"He's my problem!"

"Jake is not the goddamn issue, and you fucking know it!" You yelled back at him. It was like a light switch had been flipped somewhere inside you, and all this anger suddenly rushed to the surface.

"Time and time again, you claim it's Sadie you are concerned about. But you change the conversation every time I press just a little bit further. Or you blame Jake, but something tells me that's your scapegoat for everything!"

You pushed at his chest, making him take two steps back. "And for what? Because he said something about your dad?"

Bradley's jaw twitched, and you knew you had struck a nerve.

"Oh, so it is that."

"Stay out of it, Liz," he murmured. But you didn't listen. You had enough, and you would find out the real reason here and now.

"You dragged Sadie and me right into it," you shot back. "So I'm going to drag it out for you. What is it?!"

Stalking forward, you glared Bradley down, continuing to step backwards as you dealt each verbal blow.

"Is it some longstanding grudge because Jake hurt your feelings?" you challenged. "Or Is it Jake replacing you in Sadie's life? Do you think that lowly of her to think she plays favourites? She's adored you since she met you!"

And then suddenly, you remembered what Sadie had said to Bradley the second she saw him on your sister's front porch. "Or does it have something to do with your mom?"

Bradley's temper broke loose.

"I watched her mourn my father every day, picking her off the floor because he wasn't there! I watched her cry out for him daily, barely functioning beyond her routine. Get up, make breakfast and shuffle me into the bus and off to school. She couldn't cope with his loss and his absence in her life. She loved him so much, and it wasn't enough to keep him here with her! No matter what I did, it was never enough! And when Jake does the same to you, I won't have Sadie live her childhood doing the same for you!

With everything Bradley admitted, you should have come up with a more compassionate response. But you were too hurt by the comparison to manage anything other than, "Grow the fuck up."

You had said it so scathingly and firmly that everyone pivoted and faced you. No one had ever heard you be that ruthless.

"I'm not your mom. And Sadie isn't your child where you can make choices for her. I've long wrestled with the idea that I'll never be able to protect her from everything in life but Jake?! He's not one of those things."

Tears welled in your eyes as you continued. "As for my grief, I have never placed anything on her. I've hidden that part of myself away day in and day out because who would I be if I wasn't strong around her? I've sacrificed my mental sanity day in and day out so she can have some semblance of peace. To know that there are people who care about her."

But rather than continuing to be angry at Bradley for his reaction, you felt pity for what he went through.

"I'm so sorry if you had the entire weight of the entire world on your shoulders growing up, Bradley, but Sadie isn't going to crumble because I can't be strong around her."

Bradley opened his mouth as if to respond, but no words came out. It was clear to you he was grappling with his own emotions, whether something had caused him to be this way or you had brought everything rushing to the surface.

You held his gaze, unwavering in your conviction. "I'm not asking you to agree with my choices," you finally said, your voice softening. "But I am asking you to respect them."

But you knew he wouldn't. In defending Jake, and by poking and prodding at him, you had backed Bradley into a corner.

And like a wounded animal, he went for the insult.

"I didn't know you wanted to add your name to the tally in Hangman's whorehouse."

You felt cold, ice shooting up your veins and freezing over your skin.

Your hand was ready, fingers steadying and stretching out as you prepared to whip it forward. But rather than a slap, Nat beat you to it, fist flying out of nowhere and landing hard into Rooster's solar plexus. He lurched over in a groan, and she stepped back, nostrils flaring.

"You say that again about them, I dare you. You've done enough damage."

"I'm not the one who ruined the team," he said hoarsely, looking at you pointedly.

You were done.

You turned on your heel, making a run for it back down your hall, a slam of a door letting everyone know you had no plans to return any time soon.

___

Jake watched you leave, head down and hands coming up to wipe at your face as you ran down your dark hallway. Everyone stared a Bradley in a mix of shock and anger. Maybe even in disbelief. For Bradley to say such a thing, to you of all people, was inexcusable.

"That was your last straw, Bradshaw. I couldn't care less what you say about me, but her? You need to leave," Jake said, getting up in his face.

Coyote stepped up from behind Bradley, knocking his shoulder hard as he passed him. Bradley stumbled forward, eyes watching as Javy nodded once to Jake before following you down the hall.

"You have no idea the double standard you place on, Liz," Jake laughed to himself. "Taking about grief and telling her she needs to grieve when shaming her for wanting to do that. Sadie can grieve, but Liz can't? "

"I'm not the asshole who's going to fuck it up for them," Bradley remarked. "Liz wouldn't have to if you just chose to stay away from them like you should have."

But Jake smirked at him. "At least I have the decency to own up to when I've been one."

"You know," Bradley started. "I'm just waiting for the day when you mess up so badly, and she looks for someone to support her. Cause I know her better than you could ever think. The second you do, you'll never get her back. Or Sadie."

Bob spun away from the group at Bradley's words, becoming slightly more worried Sadie would wake up and venture into this mess. He had half a mind to leave and sit with her, until out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of blonde hair peaking out from the end of the hall.

Sadie peered at her Uncle Bob from her hiding spot, concerned. Bob shot her a worried look, motioning with his eyes for her to go back to her room. But Sadie shook her head.

She had every right to be here if her name was being thrown around.

"Nothing about what you just said or did had anything to do with Sadie," Jake challenged Bradley, who assertively replied, "She's part of it."

"And at any point during your little outburst, did you even once think about her, currently hiding out in her bedroom, hearing every shout or word you've said?"

Sadie knew the answer to this one. Even if she wasn't in the hallway, and you didn't put her headphones on, Uncle Roo clearly didn't think about what he was saying before he said it.

Having already been standing with Jake, Nat crossed her arms and glared pointedly at Bradley. "You've hurt Liz. The one person who would have taken a bat for you. She didn't deserve everything you just threw at her."

Sadie's eyes shot to Bradley, horrified and disappointed at her Aunt Nat's words. He had hurt you.

That was unforgivable.

Sadie finally decided to pull herself away from the wall, step forward and reach for her Uncle Bob, who was at the back of the pack. She gripped the fabric of his plant leg, half hiding from everyone's view.

Bob looked down, shocked, as she pressed her forehead into the back of his knee. He tried to slowly step backwards, hoping to lead Sadie back to her room. But she wasn't having it, wrapping her arm tightly around his leg, preventing him from moving any further.

She was staying.

"You have a right to your opinion, but if you cannot accept that I'm with her for the right reasons, that Sadie isn't on our minds every damn second, then I will kindly ask you to leave."

Bradley scoffed at Jake, laughing, "Don't think it's up to you to uninvite me."

"But I can."

Everyone turned, shocked to hear, and finally discover Sadie hiding behind Bob's leg. Bradley seemed to sober at her words, eyes relaxing, then widening as he saw her cowering from him.

"Bug..." he said lowly, his hand stretching out. She took a step back, eyeing his hand cautiously.

"You hurt my Aunt," she said firmly, her disappointment in him evident. "You're not welcome here anymore."

Sadie could see the sudden guilt on his face, but she didn't care. Right now, she didn't like him. And he wasn't going to get away with what he just did.

"You heard her," Jake stated, crossing his arms and puffing out his chest.

But Bradley paid him no mind and tried to reason with Sadie as he said, "Bug, it's not what you think."

"I have eyes," she snarked, then decided to add for good measure, "And ears."

Bradley's eyes travelled from Sadie's to Nat's, who now stood behind her. Then Fanboy and Payback stepped forward, crossing their arms over their chest as they glared at Bradley, the man looking more confused with each passing second.

Sadie was mad. Despite not knowing what was exactly said, the fact he would even do something that would purposely hurt you cut her deep. And she was inconsolable, her protectiveness for you coming through fiercely.

Bradley shook his head, his voice slightly bitter. "You're just a kid, Sadie. You don't know how relationships work. It's complicated."

Her eyes blazed with determination. While she might be the youngest, never once had anyone treated her as if she was stupid or deserving of the truth.

"Just because I'm young doesn't mean my feelings don't matter!" She was becoming frustrated now, tears starting to leak from her eyes. And her head was beginning to hurt again. Yet, she persisted.

"Everyone but my Aunt reminds me I'm a kid! That I don't know enough! But I know when someone is being a bully! And you are one!"

She cast her eyes down to the floor, slowly side-stepping until she was behind her Uncle Jake. He immediately cradled the back of her head.

"My aunt has never been happier than she is with Uncle Jake!" She tried to say through the pain. "I will not let you hurt them."

Who was this person, she thought, glaring up at him with utter disappointment, that had taken the place of her Uncle Roo? The one that promised to look out for her, for you, when her mom had died. Who held her hand and told her it was going to be okay? Who went with her after school and soccer practice for ice cream and let her talk about her feelings?

This wasn't the Uncle Roo she loved.

So for the first time in her life, Sadie knew what it was like to see someone she loved so dearly fall from the pedestal she had put him on. And in trying to understand what it meant, she didn't know whether to be upset at him or upset with herself.

"Leave!" She cried out, turning her face into Jake's leg, trying to soothe the pounding in her head. "Just leave! I don't want you here anymore!"

Nat frowned at Sadie before stepping in front of her, blocking Rooster's view of her. She crossed her arms and glared at him heatedly. Then Bob joined Nat, copying her stance and echoing, "Do you need help seeing yourself out?"

Then Fanboy stood beside Nat, Payback to Bob, all four standing as a barrier between Sadie, Jake, and Bradley. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. His team had yet to take his side but remained on Hangman's.

And if that wasn't the final nail in the coffin, Sadie pointed towards the front door, without ever lifting her face from Jake's leg, and said through tears, "Bye, Bradley."

Bradley turned on his heel and stormed out of the room without another word, his heavy footsteps echoing in the tense silence that followed. The rest of the squad watched in silence, their expressions a mix of concern as the front door slammed.

Despite the tension in the room, everyone sighed, turning around to check on Sadie. But before anyone could comment on what happened, Coyote shot around the corner of the hall, eyes wide as he exclaimed panickily, "I can't find Liz."

There were mixed replies, Nat asking if he checked the backyard while Bob asked about your bedroom. Fanboy and Payback decided to look out in the yard while Jake stared after the front door, his hand still resting gently on the back of Sadie's head.

But she sighed, wiping her eyes, knowing exactly where you were. "It's okay. I know."

Stepping sideways, Sadie reached up to grasp Jake's hand. Everyone watched the pair disappear while Bob walked to the front door, ensuring Bradley had heeded Sadie's request and had left.

Leading him down the hall to the bathroom next to your room, Sadie reached the door apprehensively, slowly reaching up to twist the knob and carefully pushing forward.

It wasn't the first time she had found you like this. That was before her mom passed away, and you still lived with them. Her mom had explained at the time something had 'triggered' you. She hadn't understood what it meant, but she knew something had happened that caused you to be sad. She remembered how her mom had climbed into the tub with you, pulled your head into the crook of her neck and cooed as you sobbed.

Letting go of her Uncle's hand, she left him standing in the doorway as she walked over to the tub, peering over the edge. You had curled yourself up into a ball, arms covering your face as your fingers had threaded themselves into the hair at the back of your skull.

From what Sadie could remember, you looked exactly as you did then. Trying to look small under the white light, encased by tile and silver.

Without hesitation, Sadie climbed over the ledge, her small hands peeling your arm away from your face as she curled herself next to you, hugging you tight.

"I'm sorry, Sadie," you gasped, arms wrapping around her.

"What for?"

"I shouldn't be crying like this around you. I need to be strong, the adult..."

Sadie pulled back, her small hands grabbing your cheeks, first wiping at your tears before trailing her thumbs down to your dimples, hooking them in the corners and stretching your mouth outwards.

"I'm allowed to cry, but you're not? That's not fair, Aunt Liz."

She watched as your face registered her words, grateful for the little crook of a smile at the corner of your lips.

She wouldn't even try fixing what Bradley had done to you. There were no magical fairy godmothers or instant health potions for this, no star she could wish on with enough power that would solve everything. Sadie only knew you were hurt.

So, as you did for her when you found her in the guest bedroom of her friend's house when her mom died, she let you cry.

And what could she say or do after that but tell you what she did to Rooster?

"I kicked him out."

"What?"

"He hurt you," she shrugged, totally not owning up to the fact she had challenged an authority figure and had him thrown out of the house. You looked at her, panicked, the question half spilling from your lips, "Did you.."

"Relax," she said in typical Sadie fashion. "I didn't hear what he said. But it was enough."

"Sadie..."

"Sometimes people do bad things. And you didn't make him say those things to you."

You sniffed, rubbing at your nose. "I kind of did. I may have told him something he didn't want to hear."

Sadie bit her lip before asking, "Did he need to hear it?"

Her mom would always ask that when things went wrong. If someone did need to hear it, you shouldn't spare anyone's feelings. It was better, to be honest, than not.

Her eyes quickly flashed over your shoulder, Uncle Jake having moved at some point from leaning against the door frame to sitting on the floor, just on the other side of the tub. He had been so quiet she hadn't even heard him sit down.

"Probably. But not in the way I did it." You closed your eyes, lightly knocking the side of your head on the bottom of the tub.

Sadie looked back at you. "Then do what Mum always did. Don't regret it."

"But.."

She reached up and pressed her tiny finger to your lips, instantly quieting you, before remarking, "This is a 'No questions asked,' Aunt Liz."

Sadie didn't let you say another word, pulling herself into you so she could hug you, resting her cheek atop yours, closing her eyes and sighing when she realized you had stopped crying.

When Sadie eventually opened her eyes, looking up over the rim of the tub, her Uncle Jake was still there, his presence unknown to you. He wasn't looking at her; he was looking down at you with a tender look and a sad smile. It was like he wanted to reach out and comfort you. But he also didn't want to disturb the two of you.

At that moment, everything her mom had ever wanted for you made sense.

Yes, Sadie thought. He was the one her mom always talked about.

The one she had hoped you would find after those phone conversations at the kitchen table. The one that took care of you. That looked out and stood up for you. That made you laugh. Made you happy.

It may be time for you to open the shoebox on the top shelf of your closet, she thought.

Those letters were undoubtedly meant for him.

We have fluff next chapter! I promise!

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MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior Summery: Chishiya x Female Reader

“Do me a favor and say nothing” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya rugged voice told you “Let me do the work” fuck, he desired your body so much right now, the situation he engaged in with you was evident enough.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya pressed his lower body against you, using the strong grip on you, to guide your body the way he thirsted. With his cock rubbing evidently on your folds, dry humping, and grinding. Soon, this would also not be enough anymore, but for now it was and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya smiled in bliss while you gave him one moan after the other. Completely forgotten was the part where he treated you like a sexdoll for him to use.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya manhandled you the way he needed, and you let him, even welcomed it, trading your independence for pleasure.

“How dare she!” your mothers voice screamed upset, but you didn’t care, your hands reached for the tables end, gripping it in a fruitless attempt to ground yourself, while whining deliciously.

“Shit” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya mumbles breathing heavily “Sorry but I need more” his grip on you loosened, hands leaving to untie the cords of his cotton pants with fast movements, pulling the clothing down enough to free his pulsing cock.

“You don’t mind, do you?” asked MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya laughing dryly. Of course, you didn’t. So he doesn’t even wait for an answer. His erection, slapped against his flat abdomen the moment he pulled himself out and your panties down. Only his balls kept the fabric of his pants from snaping back in place, ruining the moment.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya took his flash into his own hand, stroking himself distributing the pre-cum his angry red tip was leaking like crazy. He leaned forward. Pelvis nudging tenderly against your ass, his dick gliding in between your thighs along your folds, using its dripping juice to coat his length and that was the first time you realized, quite shocked, just how big he was.

The feeling of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sex against yours indicated his girth but damn, that was only half the truth. That fucking man was awe strikingly big. Both in size and largeness “W-Wait a second” you begged him strongly intimidated “I think…Its not gonna fit.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya scoffs condescending “Relax. I will make it. Besides, wasn’t it you who presented yourself so indecent to me?” another nudge, this time it was undeniably MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas erection “So shut up and take it like the bitch you are” he pushed himself agonizingly slowly, stretching you from the inside and all you could think about at this very moment was that, perhaps, princess wasn’t that bad of a tag.

You bit furiously into your thumb, doing your best not to scream, while your body tried helplessly to back away from the pain provoking figure behind you, but to no avail. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya kept you in place, easing himself deeper into that tight hole of yours, until his balls faintly made contact with your pussy for the first time, bottoming delightfully out, holding this position to enjoy your tenses walls hugging his best part, unwilling to let go. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sighed, petting your cheek uplifting “See?” he asked, voice strained “You are doing fine.”

You whimpered towards him, sending mental daggers to let him know how wrong he was, but he only chuckled as a response “Your pussy is taking me like a champ, so don’t act all highly. This is what you wanted” he pulled out, almost completely “Be my princess and let me take you” trusting all back in until your cunt has swallowed him whole “You will love it.”

You shake your head, sobbing. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya had by far the biggest equipment you ever had to deal with, and you weren’t as sure as him, that you could actually life it thru, if you let him proceed.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sensed your hesitation. He leaned forward, making you whine as his tip pressed uncomfortably against your cervix “It’s okay” he cooed right next to your ear, puffing hot air onto your skin “Its gonna feel really good, real fast” one hand reached along your body with his fingers wrapping around your throat. Just not his thumb. He used that digit to turn your face towards him, after he lifted your stiff body flush against his covered chest. His lips take the distance and capture yours, lingering on them for a blissful moment, before turning the oh so chest kiss into a sloppy make out.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya waits for you to open your lips and you did, completely taken aback by his actions, so he used that vulnerable moment to intrude your mouth and fight with your tongue for dominance, which he wins almost immediately. You moan into his mouth, gasping for air when his hips start to move, using your distracted self to circle against your body. And all naturally, you relax, molding under his hands “I was right, hm?” he asks between kisses. Tongues lying flat against eachother, further feeding the carnal animal in MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas chest “You are doing so good” he gave you a few harder trusts to gain your attention before speaking on “I know what that pussy can take and what not and my cock surely is on the list of the beneficial ones, don’t you think?”

You nod absentmindedly, not sure what you even agreed on, but your body feels so good and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya is the cause of all that, so you give into his words and let him have you at his mercy, even breaking you, if he decides its necessary “Just try to keep your voice down, okay princess. Can you do this for me? We don’t want things to end before they get even real nice.”

That made you remember something. A thought pushed so far to the back of your head it was starving for attention. Now MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya fed it “My mom” you stammer slight panic arising in your chest “It’s wrong. Chishiya, this is so wrong, what am I doing?”

The blond man shushes you, silencing your fuss with another one of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas open mouthed kisses that sucked all air out of your lungs “It’s okay. Its fine. How can something that feels so good, be wrong hm? Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya does know what he is doing. He is seducing you into his own little circle of hell. Dante has nothing on him. He never experienced that throbbing cunt of yours, pulling so relentlessly at his cock’s veins, not wanting to let go of the pleasure he was giving you “Let me have you, okay?” he whispers on your quivering lips, wiping away the tears on your eyelids “I will give you such a good time, you will come back for more. How does this sound?”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya licks along your jaw, to your ear, kissing that sensitive place behind. His other hand grip at your chest fumbling over one of the covered tits, squeezing the plum flesh and flicking that little bud in the middle, making you whine. He swallows that sound. It’s too loud and would attract that one person he wants to last at the moment “More?” you ask stupidly and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya chuckles at your sexbrain being barely useful for anything else then gushing over his dick “Yeah more. As much as you want.”

A few harshly aimed smacks of his balls against your cunt later, demanding your full attention, while scrupulously corrupting your morals and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya can hear your mother slowly ending the call. Soon she will be finished and the picture of the two of you fucking in front of the couch would be a hard to explain scenario.

“Listen princess…mhmm…shit…you feel so good” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas scrupulously moans into your ear. Your slick is running down his guts slapping to the rhythm of your fascinating body “I need you to cum okay?” he needs to bring you to your peak before his girlfriend hangs up, otherwise the frustration of a missing orgasm could make you turn against him.

“Shiya“ you whine and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya smiles into your nape because of how adoring you sound “I know princess I know. I will give you the first round, but you got to do your best and keep as quiet as you can, hm? Can you do this for me?” you want to shake your head. Want to tell him no. There is no way you can stay silent while his cock keeps penetrating you with such force, you would topple over if he wasn’t the one keeping your helpless body up “Be my good girl, will you?” but how can you say no, when he asks you so tempting?

You nod, resistance subsiding and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya laughs into your hairline. It’s a genuine laugh. A good one. Honest. If you keep squeezing him like a fucking toothpaste, he might lose his terrible attitude towards humanity just for you. His new favorite pussy.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya picks up the pace, ramming into you at a maddening speed, only the vocal A stumbles from your mouth, again and again, raising in volume, while he abuses your g-spot with force.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya shuts you up with yet another breathtaking long kiss, keeping you on his mouth, while he feels your walls tightening around him, squeezing him so good, he almost comes with you. You try to push him away. Try to get some air and give his brutal ministrations a voice, but he doesn’t let you. Your mother would definitely hear you. There was no way the Televisions volume could cover your high.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to cum, tho MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya is surprised when he feels how much of your arousal leaks on him, until he realizes you just squirted on him. Him! He just made you squirt with the smallest effort he ever put onto that task. Your body truly is the most sensitive one he ever fucked.

He lets you ride out your orgasm, trusting into your fucked out hole until your body grew limb on him and your high-pitched A’s turn into panting’s “You did so good, princess. So fucking amazing. You came all over my pants. Shit, you might have stained them forever.”

Your mind is processing MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas words slowly, but at least it happens and when they finally sink ink, your already flushed face, turns even redder, if possible.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas hands let you sink back forward on the coffee table, making sure you don’t pain yourself, before he slips his still rock-hard cock out of your stimulated hole, watching your cum, mixed with his pre-cum, leak out. He picks up your lace to hide that fucked out cunt, covers your ass with the way too short skirt he soiled and helps you to sit down on your legs, taking up the small space between the couch and the glass table like you did in the beginning.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya than packs away his erection, thanking himself for his choice of wide legwear this day and sits down on said couch, placing one of the smaller pillows right onto his lap to hide the evident tent every kind of eyes would catch on, even the ones of your dumb mother.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya hears said woman sigh overdramatic, then walk over to him, telling him that one of her friends is having a serious crisis than only she, she, can help with. The crisis contains the hideous dilemma of having to choose between Manolo balance pumps and Dior ones.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya feigns interest in what she has to say, letting her speak that small speech, before her eyes land on your form, trailing off her uninteresting topic “What’s wrong with her?” she asks gesturing towards you and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya turns towards you with as little interest as he can put on his face “Ah. She played some videogames, lost and is now sulking like a baby.”

Your mother scoffs mockingly, disregarding whatever teen problems you are now facing in your life “Let her be” she says and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya nods “Little brat.”

She then tells MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya not to wait for her as she has to leave immediately and doesn’t know when she will be coming home. Your mother leans down to MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya, catching his lips in a peck-like-kiss and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya almost chuckles.

Those lips. His lips had just devoured her daughter with so much passion and want. The excitement he felt right now was directed at you and not his own girlfriend and it pleased him. The thought of this self-centered woman not knowing he just fucked you in her presence without her even realizing it. You, who felt so much better, your pussy way tighter and so fucking good, he almost lost himself in the act, because of the way you sounded and felt. Almost. Just almost.

But, MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya told himself, as he watched the woman double your age leave the house that was legally in your possession, that now that the only intruder for the good time was away, he could let himself go fully and entirely loose on you.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas waited some minutes. You were still coming down from your toe-curling orgasm that shook your body so deliciously, your ex could in no way compare to MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya.

“You okay?” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya asks casually. The long upset moan you send him, makes him smirk, smugly raising his own foot and tap your ass a few times, earning himself more of those spoilt sounds “I’m not done yet.”

You turn your head slowly to glance behind you and with that at him. Eyes glazed with the still lingering lust of previous events and salt covered cheeks, stained with pleasured tears looked at him confused. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya made a show to take the pillow away from him lap, presenting you the unmistakable tent he was still burdened with.

Your pupils widen at the sight and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya raises a hand, arms stretching towards you, gesturing for you to come over to his sitting figure and join him for some more time. You did. You don’t know what rode you to do it tho. Yes, MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya fucked you good but not stupid enough for you to forget that what the two of you just did and what he asks you to go on with, was forbidden. Wrong. You just backstabbed your own mother, and he invites you for another slice.

You should walk away. Should part immediately, looking for space, no, an ocean between you and this man that screwed you so obvious, only a dumb person like your mother could miss it.

But you didn’t, instead you got up on your wobbly feet and walked as good as you could the few steps towards him, standing in front of the couch as he scans your body until whatever he was looking for had pleased him enough to smile, gaze raising for your eyes “Undress” he said “But take your time. We are alone now, so no need to rush things” and soon you found your nude self bouncing on MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya cock, sitting on his lap with your tits pressed against his chest and your face buried in the crook of his neck, panting, while his long, outstretched fingers raised and lowered your hips with the brute strength he had on your ass.

“That’s right” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya grunts while you milk his balls with all you got “Give me another one, princess. I know you have it in you.” And you did.

Hours later, you don’t know how long, because your activities have made you loos all sense of time, together with every braincell your head contained. You laid over the couch’s back, knees pressing into one of the thankfully good cushioned seats that was now getting all the dripping cum of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya release on it, due to your clenching cunt.

“Mhmmm” you hummed with half lidded eyes, watching MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya walking on bare feet to the open kitchen your mother has painted her nails hours ago and filling a glass with some tap water. He wore his black boxers that deliciously hugged his form perfect and if you didn’t already knew how he looked under it, your sinful gaze would have him stripping, drooling with anticipation.

But you did. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya has made sure of it. Many times, today. He turned his body towards you, gazing in your direction and smiling when his eyes meet your spend state on the furniture.

“If I knew sooner how good you would feel, how…” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya licks his lips, titling his head while his orbs travel over your features “…perfect you can handle that pussy of yours, I definitely wouldn’t have taken my time withstanding your affections.”

You didn’t knew what to answer him. His accusations, that this is what you wanted to happen. What you planned all along. For him to fuck you. Him. Your Mothers young adult boyfriend. Chishiya Shuntaro.

Instead, you pressed your eyes shut, trying to drown the picture of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya in front of you. Under you. Over you. Fucking you. Your mind was hitting you with remorse towards your actions.

“My mom…” you started and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sighs, filling his glass again, walking towards you.

“Your mother is an old nasty hag, with sagging tits no matter how much silicon she pumps in and a cunt so loose you could throw a whole salami in there and still can fit a cock inside, even mine.”

You open your eyes to look into MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas smirking face with a facial expression that pretty much said ‘Bitch please, really? Now its not the time to brag’ but MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya did it anyway by drawing his thumb over the outline of his cock, giving you another view of just how big he really is.

“The last thing you should be worrying about is that dinosaur.”

“But” you begin again, interrupting yourself and starting anew “What we did…it was wrong…we can’t…” you said pleading, however you didn’t knew what you were pleading for. For him to stop his behavior or to make you stop overthinking.

“Stop fucking worrying. Seriously” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya said annoyed and unnecessary loud, tho he calmed himself down fast after noticing your slight wince at both his tone and choice of words, choosing a softer one while proceeding to seduce you into his deceitful web of thinking “You think I enjoyed fucking that relict of a woman your selfish mother is? I used her just as she uses me. There are no feelings that could get hurt. No love breaking apart in the process or something like that. She knows it just as much as I do, so…all in all, there is no need for a guilty conscience when we have done nothing wrong.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya gave you his glass of water and you took it, tho you look at it with lingering thoughts, still not convinced by his words and reflecting on everything that happened. Everything he has done. Everything you have done. Cconsidering the good feeling you had while he pounded you like a mad man and how every word he said, had made sense to you, like science. Everything he gave you. Even something as simple, as insignificant as a glass of water.

“But the two of you are dating” you brought up the most obvious truth and it was true, the two of them were in a committed relationship, no matter the age gap or how MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya viewed the situation personally “You are girlfriend and boyfriend.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sighs again, taking the last step that parted him from you and raising the glass to your lips, gesturing for you to less talk and drink more “Those are just tags” he says softly “If your mother wasn’t so fixed on showing me off like a price she won on some stupid contest, this whole thing wouldn’t even exist. But it does and yeah, I fuck her occasionally” his hand reaches for your cheek, thumb caressing the salty plum fat “But I can stop if you want me to screw you daily instead.”

You gasped, the water almost slipping out of your hand, but MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya catched the glass before it hit the floor, bringing it back to your lips with a small warning in his eyes to first, not let go of it again and second finally drink, which you did, gulping on the fresh liquid and it was good. Your throat was dry and your voice rough after moaning and whining for so long. Surprise washed over your face for a second, realizing how much you had needed, emptying the containing liquid and then flashing MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya a shy thankful smile, as he reached for the glass.

“Another one?” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya asked and you nodded “Coming.”

You looked at MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya. Really looked at him and you think you have never before seen him so clearly. So openly like at this exact moment. Until now you only viewed him as your mothers annoying boyfriend, that took all the attentions that was meant for you and therefor as an intruder and a bug to get rid of, but now you saw him. Him.

The man behind. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya had a personality. He was a human being. Something you had renounced him off. He had his reasons to be with the kind of person your mother was and tho you didn’t agree with them, they were his. How much did you really know about him. How good could you say did you know him, to judge his cause of actions?

“Will you break up with her?” you asked when MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya returned the filled-up glass again, flashing him another thankful smile, taking it from him and gulping it down. You use this chance to study his facial expressions, hoping to see his process of thoughts and hopefully be able to read his intentions, however you were only met by his brown expressionless eyes and that stupid smug grin of his.

“Quit her?” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya retoured, studying you instead “To get with you I suppose?” you didn’t answer “To fuck you instead of her? Is that what you want? To make it official?”

Again, you said nothing. You don’t know if that’s what you want. Don’t know if you wish for MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya to date you instead, because he said it after all, he isn’t romantically interested in your mother and there is, emotionally, nothing stopping him from ending things at this exact moment with something as asshole-ish as a break-up-call or even less, a message. Instead, you lowered your gaze, taking another sip “Would you?”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya raised his chin, humming a long “Hmm” giving the impression that he was thinking hard about that question, when in reality, he had thought about it, from the moment he decided to rub his knee on your soaking folds and nudge his dick against your bum, wasn’t enough for him.

“I don’t think so” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya shrugged his shoulders “At least not right now.”

You were baffled. The glass stopped midair millimeters from your lips, his answer freezing you in time, while you looked at him, trying to find out if what you just heard was really what he said. The sinking feeling that you did hope for a different outcome smacked you, making you gulp as MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya hand reached for you, this time combing thru your hair as he went on “You are young. Maybe when you are 21 and old enough to leave this behind” he gestures towards your home “Leave her behind” you didn’t need to ask to know who he meant “Until then, you have nothing of your own and burning all bridges when you have no where to turn to and no place to stay as well as no money to support yourself, would be foolish. Downright stupid.”

This answer somehow pleased you more. It indicated that there was some kind of hope for the two of you ending up together, but did you even want this? Did you want him? Your mother’s boyfriend?

And did he want you?

“I guess I could take you in if you decide to leave right now, cutting off all ties with your family and stay with me. You would however have to contribute to the rent, and you have no money after all, nonetheless, I am sure we could come to some way of agreement, where you offer yourself and your body for sex, letting me use you however I please and damn I could please you in so many ways. I am sure that retarded quite literally motherfucking boyfriend, did and never could even get you off like me and that, until you wouldn’t be able to walk without dripping my cum around the whole apartment. Or rather the whole world, because I wouldn’t keep our activities to the bedroom, or like in this case…” he again gestures around “To the Livingroom. I would fuck you wherever I please and as long as I want” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya took the empty glass out of your tight grip and put it on the kitchens counter, adding “With your consent, of course.”

Your mouth felt dry, tho you just drunk enough water for it to feel as wet as your thighs “But?” you ask MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya, knowing, no feeling there was one. There had to be one. A big fat but. Life isn’t that easy. You have learned this fact with the kind of parents you grew up with. It wouldn’t suddenly be, just because the thought of not just dating but also the topic of moving in with your mother’s boyfriend came up.

“But” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya repeated you and it sounded so finally, you had to gulp hard and force yourself to look at him, somehow afraid of his next words “Things would get incredibly complicated. Your life. The choice to throw everything away and all that to be with someone who is knowingly in a relationship with a relative of yours. It would cast you out of your social circle. People would stop talking, even looking your way. Tho truth wouldn’t matter. Whatever circumstances led to it, people would only few you as the bratty spoiled daughter that seduced her poor mother’s boyfriend.”

“But that’s not how it was” you almost yelled, getting up on your elbows “I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t…I swear, that’s not what I intended.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya smiled honestly amused at your openly offended impression “I know that” he said “And you know that. We both know how things are and breaking things off with your mother wouldn’t hurt anyone, as this is all just fake anyway. But people would still react that way. The truth doesn’t matter. Society would still frame you as a thirsty Lolita and me as the poor fool that fell for that slutty bitch, picturing me as an idiot who only thinks with his cock and not his brain and while I would also get some blame, the effect would sieve after some time and guys would only applaud me for fucking both you and your mom, while females would understandably agree with my choice to date someone rather my age for future populating reasons. All in all, no matter who indicated what, you would still be the one carrying all the accusations, while I come out with clean hands. Is this what you want? Being reduced as nothing else then a homewrecker?”

“I am not!” you said appalled. Somehow tears ended up in your eyes, while MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya held his little truthful speech and they were ready to spill with how frustrated but also hurt you felt “I…I am…I don’t know” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya crouched down to get on your eyelevel, raising your chin with his thumb and starring into your eyes so heavily it shut you up immediately.

“Again. I know you are not. You did nothing wrong. If, at all, I am the one to blame, because I am older than you. You could say I took advantage of your youth and used you, if you like.”

You sniff. Eyes turning soft, moving your head from left to right so carefully as to not rip MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas touch from your face “No, you didn’t” you sobbed, whispering so quiet, he almost didn’t hear you “You didn’t force…” another sob escaped your pressed lips “You didn’t.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya leans forward and pressed his mouth against yours in a chaste kiss, so delicate it made you mewl “I know princess, I know.”

The oh so modest kiss, turned into a steamy make out session, with your tongue nudging his as he enters your mouth, not fighting but dancing along.

“Fuck” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya grunts “Mhmm. You make me hard again” his choice of words were accusing, but his voice was rather needing exactly what he blamed you with “Shit, my balls should be all empty, but you still get me all excited. God, what should I do with you?”

This question, while coming off as sultry and sinful somehow felt more important to you. You had the creeping feeling, MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya wasn’t asking what he should do with you right now, tho the preceding words seemed to tell you exactly that, instead you had the approaching feeling that his words were rather laced with the heavy question of how to move on with all of this. After all that happened. The situation so unknown, so difficult and complicated.

You knew what MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya was true. All the things he said, could very much happen. Would very likely happen, if you chose him and he chooses you, no matter how things would go in the future. Your good reputation would be soiled forever and thanks to the world wide web, be open to witness for everyone. Your life would take a significantly different route from what it was running right now, and you didn’t knew if that was what you wanted. What you were ready to take and endure, sealing your fate with a man that could very much leave you dry and high just days later. With a broken life and no funds to support yourself. So how exactly should you, a 19-year-old, who’s hardest decision was, what University to attend, make such a difficult one.

“Say princess, you think that wet pussy of yours can take me for another round? I may have no filling to give but I am sure I can somehow still cum” you shook your head knowing damn well, while you would gladly take him in another time, no matter how weak your body was from all the previous orgasms, tomorrow you would very much regret this decision.

“Sore” you whine and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya nods slightly, understanding your reason “I see. Well it can’t be helped then.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya stood up, a visible bulge growing in his underwear “Maybe…you could help me out in another way” he said, smiling knowingly down at you “Those pretty lips of yours” his thumb pressed down on the small part of your bottom lip, opening your mouth and you let him, realizing what his intentions were “You think they can take me for a ride?” his head titled “Do you believe your throat can handle me?” you didn’t know the answer for that “My size?” instead you gulped down hard, wetting your lips with your muscle and whispering with a husky voice “We will only find it out if I try, am I right?”

With those words, you opened your mouth as far as you could, tongue rolling out, flattening itself at the thought of what awaited you, much to MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas satisfaction. His thumbs hooked on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down enough for the rest to slide down his legs thanks to gravity. He then stepped out of the pooling fabric around his ankles, grabbing the hardening meat with his hand and wrapping his pleasing fingers around, giving himself a few breathtaking strokes before tapping the leaking red mushroom head against your tongue “What honest words, I hope they turn out as right” you closed your lips around him with a smile, hoping the same.

Hours later, your phone rang, but you couldn’t care less for it. Your body was laying next to a man that didn’t belong to you, in a bed that did belong to you and in a locked room, hiding away from possible sudden intruders that could witness you in a very precarious situation if the door would open, revealing you and your mothers boyfriend naked self’s, only covered by one blanket, with his arm wrapped around your sideways lying figure.

You didn’t want to pick it up. It was so annoying tho. Never have you ever hated your choice of a ringtone so much, like at this moment. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya stirred in his sleep, slowly moving by burring his head deeper into your hair mumbling “Make it stop, will you?”

You did. Your hand reached out for the electronic device, swiping the green button to the side but then loosing the grip on the phones case that fell out of your hand and onto the white blanket of yours, activating the loudspeaker. A mans voice sounded thru the room, apologizing for the intrusion and before you were even able to pick the phone up and tell him to call later again, he gives you his message, making you wild awake from one moment to the other.

»I am so sorry to inform you, that your mother passed away in a car accident«

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Footsteps to Follow

Part 2: Show Me How

Series Summary: The loss of a loved one lasts forever and every person finds different ways to heal.

Pairing: Romantic Pairing will eventually be Foodtruck Owner! Joel x Alice, but nonromantic pairing is Dave York and his daughter Alice.

Warnings: MATURE, 18+ ONLY, please. No smut here, but A LOT of angst and sadness, death and violence, human trafficking of minors

Word Count: ~2.7K

A/N: This is going to be a slow burn, I have a clear idea of where this is going. I hope you enjoy and hope you are patient and will stick with me for the payout of this story. It's fast becoming my baby <3 Also a HUGE, HUGE shoutout to one of my besties @imalrightllama who gave me an idea for a certain image in this part.

Also I don't know French I only put one word of it in here, Désolé, and it means excuse me.

Thank you so much to my magical sluts for encouraging me with this! <3 I'm so glad you love Alice as much as I do.

@imalrightllama @youandmeand5bucks @legendary-pink-dot @basicoccult @blueheat1-blog1 @redhotkitchen @sparklefarts38 @arcanefox207

The morning light floated softly through the air, touching the apartments, cafes, and offices that stood alongside the cobblestone streets. It shimmered against the fresh, clean morning dew that mixed with the aroma of viennoiserie and coffee from cafes that stood like guards at nearly every street corner. Alice sat in a pretty, metal cafe chair stirring in the small splash of milk in her coffee. She dipped the last bit of croissant she had left into her coffee; part of the blackberry jam she had spread on it fell into the bottom of the cup. She swirled the last bit of coffee in her mug before bringing it to her lips. The last bit was always her favorite. The sweet taste and light tartness from the jam was a perfect companion to the bitterness of the coffee.

If it weren’t for the job, she could enjoy her time here more. She rose from her quiet spot near the front door of the cafe. She walked along quiet morning streets as market vendors began setting up their different produce, wares, and textiles. The streets were beginning to become less crowded the closer you approached the seedier part of town, the part of town no tourists were ever supposed to visit after dark. Alice glanced at her reflection in the shoppe windows she walked alongside. She could almost pass for a locale, with a pair of sensible, but fashionable straight legged jeans and navy blue and cream-colored striped sweater. The only part that was unrecognizable was the blonde colored wig she donned on her head. But just like her clothes, the style of it blended well with every other French girl who still had shaggy layers and bangs reminiscent of Brigitte Bardot.

Alice’s strides became smaller as the sidewalk became more crowded with people and refuse. As she walked through the growing crew of pedestrians, she lost her footing when she was jolted off balance by a passerby.

“Désolé,” she murmured.

Looking up through her sunglasses, she noticed a girl not more than fourteen, wearing a short form-fitting black dress, disheveled and confused. She was flanked by two tall and burly men with thick, dark hair atop their square heads.

The Corsicans, she thought to herself.

They were doing a fair job trying to keep her steady but hidden from any unwanted attention. Their attempts were nowhere near the skill level with which Alice blended in with the crowd, unassuming and unthreatening. Alice stole into a small grocery store watching as the two men hoisted the limp girl up the stairs of a perfectly ordinary-looking apartment building across the perfectly ordinary street.

The next part was always the easiest and quickest for her. Floating her way through adjoining terraces and rooftops was akin to taking the lead in a lazy pas de deux, where all she had to do was pirouette, jump, and throw her dance partner around. Their arrogance of leaving a window near the rooftop allowed her to slink in silently. Another girl, not more than fifteen, lay limp on a bed, alive in body but barely in spirit. She wanted to take them away one by one from this life they had been forced into with the promise of comfort and wealth.

The targets are your priority. She heard her mentor’s voice in her head. Distractions will get you killed.

A silencer covered gun in one gloved hand and a knife in the other, she danced her way through. Guns to heads and knives to throats, it took less than 10 minutes. For a moment she thought one of the burly thugs had laughed at her size. It was his mistake. He was dead with a stab to the throat before he could even aim his gun at her. One last target awaited and expected her, having heard his associates fall like dominoes before him. He was holding the girl you had seen earlier unsteadily in his hands.

“One wrong move and her mother won’t even recognize her body to identify her,” the gangster roared at her in French.

She didn’t even need the time it took her brain to translate what he said to English for her bullet to strike him between the eyes. Alice was able to look at the girl’s face as she knelt in front of her grabbing a nearby towel wiping the blood she had spilled gingerly from her face as much as she could. She examined her body for any trauma that might need immediate medical attention. Alice’s inner brows were raised with disappointment and sadness. If she could, she’d stay and tend to the girls to make sure they were safe, but she wasn’t keen on blowing her cover and ending up dead like the mobsters she’d just killed. Instead, she reached into her pocket for her phone and dialed the number of the local police. She gave them the address as she escaped the way she came in, barely a scratch on her. With the agility of a cat, she crept through the open terrace window of a nearby apartment, grabbing a brown sweater from the coat hanger by the door without anyone turning a head or batting an eye. Just in time to hear the two-toned sirens of the police, she was already walking far away from the scene and discarding her blonde wig.

Alice climbed the stairs to the sixth floor of the apartment building to Room 603, her safe house. Rope thin gaps between the curtains allowed threads of light to peek into the otherwise dark and sparsely decorated apartment.

“You should have been here five minutes ago,” she heard a quiet voice of a woman say.

“I had to take care of something,” Alice said to the figure hidden in shadows sitting in the lone modern chair tucked off to the left side of the room.

Alice swiftly made her way to the bathroom, yanking off her sweater and tossing it onto the floor. The figure, her handler, followed behind her.

“Wait,” her handler said as she approached her, “let me look at you.”

Her handler stepped close, placing her hands to her face with a gentle touch as she examined her face and neck. Alice’s eyes shifted to a small tattoo on the inside of her handler’s left wrist. She allowed herself a moment to study its impeccable design. Dots, lines, and shading revealed the delicate design of a firefly.

“You got nicked,” her handler stated, her eyes narrowing with her examination as her voice quivered with something that sounded like concern.

“Stop looking at me like you care,” Alice slapped her handler’s hand away. “You’re not my mother.”

“Because your mother was so good at that.”

“Are we done here?” Alice asked, turning on the shower.

“Don’t get sloppy, Alice,” Firefly said. “Don’t get soft; don’t get killed.”

“Thanks for the advice.”

“Your father would---,” she continued.

“Stop,” Alice interjected, the corners of her lips twitching, “you don’t get to do that.”

“Fine,” she let out a shallow breath before setting down a carefully folded paper sleeve on the nightstand. “Your plane tickets. Flight leaves in 3 hours.”

“Got it.”

Alice looked at her, her expression unmoving as she strode away to leave. Firefly turned to her one more time before walking out the door. Her eyes were glassy, and her bottom lip trembled ever so slightly before she pressed her lips together. The way her brows had softened, her eyes rounded and open, and the way her shoulders slowly slumped caught Alice off guard. In response, she pressed her shoulders back and knit her brows together wondering what her handler could possibly say next.

“Don’t get killed…please.”

Before Alice could respond, she was gone.

When she returned to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror before getting into the shower and examined the scratch. Her breath escaped her lips with a fast huff when she saw a small trickle of dried blood on her neck. With a tight squeeze of her eyes, she turned away from her reflection and found her way to the shower, letting the warm water rain on her. An invisible tightness began to lodge itself in the back of her throat at the realization that if one of the targets had just been able to dig the knife a little deeper or slash at her a little bit closer, she would be dead.

It would have been easy to dwell further on her tiny errors, instead she focused on washing her kills off her body and getting out of Paris. She moved like being propelled by the fastest and most efficient motor. Without checking her watch, she knew she had made it to the airport and through security with sufficient enough time that she wasn’t wringing her hands waiting for her section to be called for seating.

A clear voice sounded over the PA system for her section to begin boarding. She sat comfortably in her seat, surprised that Firefly had secured the premium economy section. The hum of the cabin had Alice staring hypnotically out the window. She shook her head, determined not to let sleep settle over her. Fighting against the hypnosis, she buckled her seatbelt and tightened it. She shuffled her feet underneath her and adjusted the air vent, so it blasted her directly with its cold air. Listening intently to the routine safety procedures given to her by the flight attendants couldn’t even keep her eyelids from growing heavy. By the time the aircraft rumbled and ascended into the air, Alice had lost her private fight against falling asleep.

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A soft, warm haze surrounded Alice as she found herself in an empty room. The walls glowed with gentle orange, coral, and pink light that touched the walls like watercolors on an empty canvas. With cautious steps, Alice breathed in her surroundings trying to make sense of the warm but empty space where she stood.

A voice called out to her that seemed to be coming, impossibly, from all directions.

“Hi baby,” she heard a low familiar voice call to her.

With a gasp that leapt from her heart to her throat, Alice gasped and spun around. Tears started to escape from the corners of her eyes. Standing before her was her father wearing a light blue dress shirt and black slacks: the last outfit she remembered seeing him in. A gentle breeze lightly caressed the strands of his soft brown hair. Every feature of his face was imprinted in her brain, from the way lines formed on his forehead when he lifted his brows, to the way a dimple showed itself on the right side of his face when his smile was especially big. It didn’t matter how young she was when she last saw him, his face was impossible to forget.

A deep exhale rushed out of her mouth at the sight of him. It was all that could come out in place of the words that she wanted so desperately to say.

“Looking for me, Al?” he said as he studied her with soft, round eyes, his hands resting gently and open at his sides.

“I’m always looking for you, dad,” she was finally able to say, her voice barely coming out louder than a whisper from the tightness in her chest.

Her shoulders rose and fell as he reached his arms out to her. With one swift movement, he enveloped her in his arms, and she felt like she was seven years old again. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and tears began to slip continuously from her eyes down the curve of her face. The curve of her parted lips trembled as she clutched the back of her father’s shirt, gripping it tighter like if she did, he might stay.

“I miss you so much, daddy,” she sobbed.

“I know Al, me too,” the way he breathed into her hair as he murmured the words was so warm and so palpable. “It’s almost time for me to go again.”

“No please, dad, please don’t go,” Alice pleaded through her tears.

“Oh Ali-girl,” he sighed as he comforted her.

She felt him drifting further and further away from her like smoke in the wind.

“You’re going to be OK; I need you to be OK.”

His voice became stern for a moment and rough like gravel at those words.

“Please,” she begged as each clutch she made to keep him with her failed.

“Al, please listen, I need you to take care of yourself,” he said, using his turn to beg with one last kiss to her forehead. “Love you, kiddo.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Alice awoke with a wet face and eyes red and puffy from her tears that found a way from her dreams to the real world. She pressed the back of her right hand to her face, allowing your skin to soak in your tears and attempting to hide her face from anyone who might see. She remained awake but lost herself in the hum of the cabin, feeling an invisible haze wrap itself around her body as she stared at the upper left corner of the in-flight magazine resting in the back pocket of the seat in front of her.

“Ma’am…ma’am, excuse,” she heard a shrill voice begin to break through her haze, “ma’am!”

She turned bewildered, still noticing how puffy her eyes were from her tears. An older woman in the seat next to her turned to the flight attendant---the owner of the shrill voice---and glared at her with narrow eyes and the center of her eyebrows angled downward towards one another.

“Can’t you tell that she’s not in the mood?” The woman replied to the attendant.

Still frozen inside her own thoughts, Alice watched as the woman next to her and the flight attendant rallied back and forth with a controlled heat behind their respective words. The flight attendant walked away with barely audible huff. When the woman turned back to her the lines around her eyes had softened and the corners of her lips were curled up into a small and gentle smile.

“Thank you,” Alice said quietly, “that was really kind of you.”

“Well, I hope someone would have done the same for me,” she responded. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine---I’m just---tired,” Alice sighed.

“Well, if you need sleep the rest of the way,” the woman added, “I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

“That’s alright, I’m actually trying to stay awake,” Alice replied, “I’m just super eager to get home.”

She could tell the woman was trying to read the emotions that were so obviously written on her face. It was almost laughable to think that she could hide everything and anything she was in a city of nearly twelve million people, but she couldn’t disguise her feelings from a kind stranger in the confined space of an airplane.

“Well, I will let you rest,” the woman responded, giving her yet another gift of silence and the space to swim in her emotions, “but if you need anything, let me know.”

Alice nodded as she reached into the pocket of her blazer. Resting in her hands was her keychain. It was lavender in color and in the shape of a vintage motel keychain. Her fingers traced over the sides of it, the tips of it reading the script along with her eyes. “New Hampshire” is what it read before she had scratched out the final syllable and covered it with beige washi tape. She traced over the tape with a light touch, a smile slowly blossomed on her lips, somehow filled with both melancholy and love as she studied where she had carefully written on it with a fine tip sharpie marker.

New Hamster.

She took one deep breath through her nose and let it out in a slow, quivering exhale. With the keychain safely tucked into the palm of her right hand, she managed to stay awake for the rest of the flight home.

#juice collective #juice bar collective #dave york #original female character #alice york #murder daughter #angst #this series makes me cry while I write it #look up the area code 603

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jamneuromain · 1 year

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Overstimulation Drabble

Ari Levinson x Original Female Character (She), from Bodyguard AU

Warning: MINORS DNI, rough sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, pussy slapping, dummification, pet names (princess, kitten, baby, etc.), DD/LG vibe, Light dom/sub. Did I say bondage(?

Word count:~600

“You know what I think?” Ari slapped his dick on her puffy folds, eliciting a moan from her mouth, “I think you parade around all day, bossing everyone around, saying you don’t like being told what to do.” His cock poked at her entrance, sinking inch by inch. She withered under his touch, but his large hands on her thighs put her firmly in place.

“I think you like the exact opposite.” Ari finished his sentence with a dark grin, his heavy organ fully seated in her snuggling heat.

She pulled her wrists, too bad unsuccessful, as they were being tied to the headboard. The complicated knot showed no sign of loosening. “Can’t – not again.” She choked, teary eyes losing focus as pleasure took over her body.

Ari withdrew his dick slowly, savoring every second of her tight pussy. His hands an iron grip on her thighs, when he suddenly forced one of her ankles on his shoulders.

His dick twitched in excitement.

“I think you like exactly being told what to do.”

Oh he was far from done with her.

A hard thrust had her screaming out. Her voice broken and hoarse, her breath ragged. Her pussy so sensitive, it couldn’t take any more assault. But her body betrayed her. Her body clenching down on him like he was home. Her body cried out to him. Her body wanting to be claimed.

“Princess, by the time I’m done with you, you will be cumming so many times that your pretty pussy learns to follow orders.” Ari bottomed out. The new position had him hitting different spots in her channel. His hand lands repetitively on her throbbing clit, slapping her sensitive folds, each smack rubbing more juice on his palm.

She screamed. She struggled. She arched her waist from his ruthless abuse.

“Too much.” She whimpered, head striking the pillows underneath when her words earned her another slap.

Ari fiddled with her swollen button, keeping his thrusting at a slow and steady pace, the tip kissing her cervix each time.

Her clit was numb. When she couldn’t recognize his toying with her clit, she would receive a slap, waking her bundle of nerve, when she would cry out. Her clit was sensitive, even a single touch felt like fire. Fire swallowed her senses, fire burned through her skin, fire squeezing her abdomen. She was cumming again.

Ari laughed cruelly, speeding up his thrusts, driving her to the edge. His smacks and toying never stopped. She wanted to close her legs, she wanted to end the painful orgasm. She wanted him to leave her spent body alone. But all she could manage was a pathetic little mewl.

“C’mon kitten, haven’t told you to cum.” He tutted, as if she was disappointing him, “hold back till Daddy tells you to, hmm?”

She shook her head lightly. She couldn’t. Her body was no longer her own. He controlled it. He controlled her.

Ari wasn’t pleased. Not the slightest.

He sighed.

He sheathed himself inside her pussy again, kissing her calf and knee. His beard scratched her skin, but she didn’t notice that anymore. “Fucked dumb already? Stupid baby doesn’t say no to Daddy, 'kay? Guess we have to train on that the next time.” His voice dripped with affection and softness, as he pulled himself close to kiss her on the lips, “good job cumming. Now, Daddy will train you to cum again. This time, slutty baby has to follow orders. Or Daddy has to make you cum a couple more times to remember?”

#ari levinson drabble #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x original female character #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson fanfiction #love and war #bodyguard!ari #daddy!ari

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sleepingdeath-light · 7 months

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like rabbits ; 18+

requested by ; onehellofashadynerd (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1062

content ; sexually explicit content, breeding kink, unprotected sex, robot character being capable of breeding (suspend your disbelief here lol), overstimulation, slight dumbification kink, slight size kink

fandom ; dark deception

pairing ; lucky the rabbit x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; please ignore how logically impossible this scenario is, i’m just working with the original request and trying to find something that fits lol

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Everyone and their mother has heard the old adage ‘at it like rabbits’, as well as the handful of related jokes involving the floppy eared fluff balls and their talent for multiplication, but you’d never really payed it much mind. Not when you were alive and going about your daily habits back in the human realm, not when you stumbled through the portal to Joy Joy Land, and not even when you ended up in an on-again-off-again relationship with your noncommittal robotic lagomorph boyfriend, Lucky.

So really you only had yourself to blame for not noticing all of the (in hindsight embarrassingly obvious) signs that the age old saying was more than just metaphorical. For not realising that all of the times you caught him staring at you randomly and the way he started to get snappier at Hangry and Penny was more than just him being in a grumpier mood than normal. For brushing off all of the not-so-innocent touches and the way he managed to work innuendos about ‘starting a family’ into your every conversation as him just being his usual perverted self with you.

Yeah… looking back you felt more than a bit silly for missing all of that. But at least the consequences for your obliviousness were more ‘play’ than ‘punishment’ (as Lucky was so very fond of handing out usually), so you supposed you could grin and bare it for however long you needed to.

After all, how bad could it be? It was only sex.

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Five hours in and you were a complete and utter wreck: body limp and trembling and covered in sweat whilst you absentmindedly dug your nails into the raggedy sheets beneath you, tearing the paper-thin, drenched material to shreds in your hopeless attempt to try and steady yourself; eyelids heavy and barely able to stay open for more than a few brief seconds at a time before fluttering closed once again, the edges damp with tears and crusted over with sleep as you just barely kept yourself awake through the overwhelming stimulation and exhaustion that coursed through your very being; spent pussy and trembling thighs coated with sweat and cum, yours and his, from all of the positions he’d had you in and ruined you in, and from cursory glances down with bleary eyes you could tell that the faux fur of his suit was also absolutely drenched with your juices (completely his own fault for insisting on making you squirt as much as possible a hazy dozen rounds ago, the prick); chest heaving and bruised from all of his misguided attempts to grope you with his unnaturally strong, unnaturally large hands and forgetting how fragile you were in comparison to his robotic frame; lips bruised and bitten bloody, parted in a wet ‘o’ as you moaned and panted and gasped and sobbed with a hoarse, broken voice, barely able to even recall your own name through the fog of overstimulation that had swallowed your mind several hours ago.

And then there was Lucky, blessed with the stamina only an afterlife as a chaser and a robotic body could give, who looked insultingly unaffected by everything he’d done to you. Still more than capable of manhandling your prone body into whatever position he desired. Still more than capable of pounding into your used cunt and filling you to the brim with his seed over and over again to make sure it would stick. Still capable of talking to you and teasing you and praising you and goading you with a voice that only sounded slightly more strained than usual. What an asshole, or that’s what you would have thought had you been capable of thinking anything coherent about anything other than the feeling of his thick metal cock stretching you out and his large soft hands tossing you around like you weighed less than the air you breathed.

Hell you were so far gone that you could barely even register his touch or his voice.

The way he called you his ‘breeding bitch’ in a half-gasp as he bent your legs back and manoeuvred your body into a mating press.

The way he pressed down on your stomach right where your womb would be and talked about seeing you carry your ‘litter’ and how ‘hot’ you’d look all swollen and heavy with his kids, still pounding into you like his life depended on it.

The way he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach before plunging his dick back into your gushing hole as he remarked on how ‘sexy’ you look when you spread your legs for him. Holding you up by the hips to give him a better angle as he thrusted into you.

The way he chuckled and called you his ‘hood girl’ when you came all over his cock for the umpteenth time, slowing down just enough to make sure you wouldn’t be in too much pain whilst you rode out your climax. He was a sadist, but he didn’t want to push his luck when you couldn’t say your safe word.

The way he groaned when he looked down and saw his own cum leaking out of you alongside yours, sliding over his shaft and dripping down onto the bed to make a growing damp spot just beneath you. And the way that he thrust forward again by just a few centimetres just to watch even more of your combined juices leak out of your spent hole.

For a few seconds after that he paused, giving you ample time to catch your breath and start to come down from your verging-on-painful high and even offering some shred of hope that he was finally about to let you take a break or that he’d escaped his heat-induced-trance. But, alas, that hope was dashed as he looked straight into your eyes and told you that you were gonna be ‘the best mom ever’ once he’s done with you before going straight back into his relentlessly fast, endlessly rough, treatment of your abused pussy.

It was going to be a long night, or maybe even week, for you, and all you could so was sit back and enjoy the ride for however long it lasted and savour the short breaks he’d give you to eat and drink — waiting for him to tire himself out.

Wait… do robots even get tired?

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #ageless blogs will be blocked #ageless blogs dni #female reader smut #female reader #dark deception smut #dark deception x reader #lucky the rabbit x reader #lucky the rabbit smut

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 2 months

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This Little Light of Mine

by ParadimeShifts

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Gareth (Stranger Things), Original Female Character Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, they're married your honor, Smut, Dom/sub Undertones, Spanking, just a little, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington Has Absent Parents, Trauma, steddie girl dads, so much love they're sick with it, See? I can do puns too Ace Words: 4,663 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

It begins with a cough. Just a dry, brittle thing that starts up one Friday morning over rice cereal and apple juice. One look at Rosie, and Eddie knew she’d pull through just fine. Kids get sick, a simple fact of life. Something Steve, surely, is aware of. Right?

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #1-5k #au modern #established relationship #angst #hurt/comfort

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persephone11110 · 1 year

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Highway To Heaven

tom kazansky x daughter reader

ofc: Nadia“Gladiator”Kazansky

summary: He watches her fight, now he’s watching her lose against death.

characters: Tom“Iceman”Kazansky, Original Female Characters x2, Sarah Kazansky

TW: medical induced coma, talks of injuries, possible death, hopeful ending

SN: i wrote a shitty reason of health problems

- I completely got carried away but its fine.

- this isn’t proofread at all.

He thinks back to her first basketball game, how she still got back up even after getting a busted lip. Never since the day she was born has Nadia Kazansky given up, not when she came out the womb blue, not even against death. So why now?

He hates how she’s not smiling as she sleeps. Ever since Nadia was a baby there would be a smile plastered on her face as she slept. Now Nadia lips sat straight on her face as she laid medically sedated on her hospital bed.

Ice listened to the heart monitor as it beeped steadily, the only sound he’s listened to for the last four days. He misses her smiles, her laughter, her corny jokes.

He sighed putting his book down, standing up and leaning over her bed rails kissing her forehead. “Honey I need you to wake up”, Tom Kazansky was never a man to beg, but for this he will; for her he always will.

Tears dropped to down his face, guilt clenched his heart. Ice himself had approved of this mission and he’d also picked Nadia for the mission knowing she would be the only person to pull it off.

If there was a way to look into the future, Ice would have never put his daughter in that damn fight jet. He wouldn’t had given the okay for her to fly, if he had known about the fallout.

He feels digusted with himself, those thoughts didn’t belong to him. They belong to a father who’s at risk of losing his only child, a father who’s already grieving for the death of his daughter.

A sob left his mouth as he thought about the possibility of losing his daughter.

He would be left childless, Tom Kazansky would know how it felt to bury a child. Something he doesn’t want to do, a thing he thought he wouldn’t have to go through.

He stares at her pale face, her face lacked it usual tan of life. Nadia would had murdered her father if she had known about a tube being down her throat.

At the thought of food his stomach growled viciously. He wanted to move and grab food. But what if he walked away and this was last time his daughter was alive?

What if this was the last time her chest went up and down, no matter if she had help or not?

“Thomas” a feminine voice pulled him out his horrible thoughts of hell.

Sarah Kazansky his little sister, grabbed her older brother and hugged him. She ran her hands up and down his back, easing his rattling body frame.

He held on to this pain for almost a week. Ice cries for his daughter at thought of her being in pain. He also cries as he knows death is approaching and finally Tom allows his guilt to unravel from his heart.

He didn’t want to be this vulnerable, not now when Nadia is facing against death.

“Here Tom” she said handing him a pb&j sandwich, and a bottle of juice. In return he offered her weak attempt of a smile.

She gives him another hug before leaving him alone in the cafeteria to return to work.

He leaned back in the white plastic chair, uncomfortably adjusting his tall frame in the chair. He twirls the necklace that Nadia gotten for him a long time ago, he feels the slight comfort and hope the necklace gives him.

He on the verge of slumber when a voice erupts his sleep.“Admiral Kazansy”

He hums lowly, his eyes open to see the doctor who had been treating his daughter.

Ice is out of the chair in seconds, hoping the doctor is sparing his already broken heart and giving him good news.

He noticed the grim look the doctor had on her face, the way her eyes had a look of pity and sadness to them.

Bad news.

“How is my daughter?”, he asks her.

“Sir, I think it’s time we discuss a plan” She pauses briefly looking at Ice before continuing.

“What I mean by that Admiral is that, Nadia is suffering from a brain injury called cerebral edema, her entire brain is bruised and swollen from the impact of her crash”.

His mask was instantly replaced with concern and anxiety.

He felt his world starting to crash and burn.

Ice’s eyes started to prickle to with tears as he thought about the death of his only child.

He took a shaky breathe before asking Dr. Foreman his next question“can you fix it?”.

Ice didn’t want the answer to his question. He knew most likely he going to end his week, month or year by burying his daughter Nadia.

“Lets take a seat” Dr. Foreman gently ordered, she gestured to the chair and led her and Ice to them.

He felt it, he knew those words by heart.

It only meant one word was going to appear in the next sentence.

Death.

The hands on the clock ticked as she talked to him describing in great detail for what was best for his Nadia.

His daughter, how dare a she tell him whats best for his kid.

He drowned out the conversation, only hearing the word death.

“Admiral Kazansky, Its in you and Nadia best wishes to let her go peacefully”. She spoke as she held Ice’s hand before letting go.

“Unless, Nadia pulls through” Dr. Foreman said kindly.

“And the chances are?” He asked as his body shooked with anger, sadness, denial.

“Less than 35 percent” she nodded her head sadly, already grasping what Ice meant.

“Admiral, sit on it and think about your next move” she ordered as she walk away from him, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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As Ice slept, in his dream he kept hearing erratic beeping as if it was an alarm going off.

Someone yelling pulled him out his short slumber. “she’s coding, she’s coding!”

He was being yanked out the chair by Sarah.

Ice watched from the outside as they tried to revive Nadia back.

He watched the doctors hands go up and down as they tried cpr on her.

He heard the orders being yelled, he heard them upping the charge number on the AED.

You could hear Ice sobs even aganist Sarah’s shoulder. But what you couldn’t hear and see was death as it loomed over his daughter.

“Give me another chance God, please”.

#top gun #tom kazansky #top gun maverick #tom kazansky x reader

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sebstan2020 · 10 months

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The Sharpest Lies

Chapter 15

Pairings: Max Burnett x Original Female Character

Summary: Violet was an expert. She could pick em, play em and win em. She was taught by the best. Conning was an art to her and she had a taste for it. But when she comes to visit her father and his new partner, she aims for the biggest mark she's ever seen.

Warnings: Underage in the past, Controlling, Dom/Sub, Light BDSM, Daddy Issues, Mentions of medical conditions, Con Artists, Daddy Kink

Violet groaned softly as she woke to the pigeons squeaking on the window seal. It was a change from the usual shouting and banging from the kitchen in the orphanage, waking up to a freezing room and the grumpy workers groaning at them to wake up. Violet hadn’t slept this well since she was a baby. All curled up in her duvet, wrapped up like a pancake, her body achy from the deepest sleep she’s ever had. The curtains were slightly open, a peak of snowy New York could be seen through the small gap and Violet didn’t want to leave this bed. She could stay there all day, just wrapped up like a newborn baby, quiet and peaceful.

But the sound of a kettle boiling and pans clanging had her curious and she decided to leave her warm nest. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and brushing back her bushy hair, she slipped out onto the soft carpet, a change from the hardwood floor of the bedrooms. There was a cramp in her neck from sleeping so differently and she hissed softly to click it. Before she ventured out into the kitchen, she padded over to the big window, pulled back the curtains and stared at the scene in front of her. It was like something out of a Christmas film. Snow covered the high buildings, yellow cabs beeping on their journeys, and people wrapped in long fur coats and hats, making their way to work. By now she would have been shivering just from getting out of bed but the warmth around her made her cosy and safe.

It was a sight she would remember forever. Never had she been this high up. Violet padded into the main room of the apartment, arriving in the kitchen area and Max was already there. He was at the stove, cooking up what looked like pancakes and bacon. The smells were delicious and made Violet’s mouth water. Never had she had pancakes before. Every day on her way to school, she’d pass this breakfast shop and the smell of pancakes was something she wanted to experience before she died.

Max glanced over his shoulder, giving her a soft smile before turning his attention back to the food.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully.

“Morning” Violet answered, standing like a snowman in the middle of the room, unsure what to do.

“You hungry?” He asked and she nodded but then realised he couldn’t see her.

“Yeah, starving,” she said and Max turned, holding two plates. He nodded his head over to the small dining table and placed one at a spare seat whilst he took his. Violet was a little hesitant. The orphanage was so strict on when the children could eat and despite knowing the fact that Max wasn’t anything like them, she still hesitated to sit. Max noticed her still standing and nodded in clarity.

“Sit” he simply said and Violet obeyed. The pancakes were to die for. All fluffy and drizzled in syrup with rashes of bacon laid over top. A glass of orange juice was in front as well and Violet practically downed it, gulping it down and taking a huge breath after. Max didn’t say much, he didn’t need to after that performance. It was clear she wasn’t treated well at the orphanage and he wasn’t about to take that away from her.

“How did you sleep?” He asked.

“Good, thank you, I’ve never had a bed that big before, or pyjamas” she chuckled under her breath and Max smiled.

“You don’t know how awful something is until you’ve had better,” he said and Violet nodded. He was exactly right. She knew the orphanage treated the children like shit but now she knew how shit they treated them.

“So what are we doing today?” She asked and Max looked up from his plate, chewing slowly as he looked over Violet.

“I have some work to do today, you’re going to stay here and do some reading until I get back,” he said simply.

“Again, I already read all those newspapers yesterday” she argued.

“I know, but there’s more for you to read” he shrugged and Violet scoffed.

“I don’t exactly see how this is me working for you” she grumbled, poking her bacon around with her fork like a child.

“You’ll see, you need training first before you can get into the action… and don’t play with your food” he scolded as he stood, taking his plate to the sink and washing it. His zero-tolerance attitude somehow affected Violet and she instantly stopped playing with the bacon, proceeding to eat it instead.

“I’m going to be gone for a couple of hours, and when I get back I want you to have read all these” Max dumped a load of books on the table. Violet glared at them. Some were very thick, that would at least take her a day to read.

“Seriously… fuck sake” she murmured but Max heard loud and clear. He raised a brow and sighed, casually walking over to the wad of money left on the counter. Violet forgot to stash it in her coat and she raced from the table to get it before he did. But Max was quicker and he yanked a fifty-dollar bill.

“Wait, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to swear,” she said with puppy dog eyes and her lips pursed as if she was asking for forgiveness.

“Good girl” he smirked but took the money anyway. Violet was going to have to watch her mouth around him.

“Be good while I’m gone” he reached up and cupped the side of her face, stroking his thumb on the side of her cheek before swaggering over to the door and leaving her in the quietness of the apartment. Violet sighed and snatched the money, deciding to hide it before any more could be taken away from her. But she couldn’t help but lift her hand to her cheek and feel where he had just laid his thumb, a soft tingle rushing through her.

Violet knew she should have stayed in the apartment and read the books but she couldn’t help the rebellious nature inside her. Sitting there and staring at those books made her eyes go funny and she needed a break, she needed fresh air and seeing as there weren’t any windows to open, she took a trip outside. Max had taken the liberty of buying her a new coat, new boots, a hat and a scarf. These new york winters could be deadly and the last thing Violet wanted was to freeze to death. The large coat hugged her tightly and kept her cosy underneath, the fur inside soft against her back. The scarf was just as soft and the hat kept her ears from falling off. She felt different, as if she had come from a well-off privileged background and even the people were looking at her differently.

Before, people would scowl and turn their noses up at her. One look at her appearance and they knew she was a girl of trouble. But now, barely anyone gave her the time of day. Amongst the other pedestrians, she was a normal girl dressed in clean clothes and not looking like she was up to something. It was strange. As she walked down the street, the snow crunching underneath her new boots, she had a sudden taste for mischief. She was intrigued by Max’s abilities to con. Somehow she wanted to prove herself to him, show him that she didn’t need to read old newspapers and books to know how to pull a con. She’d done them before and she could do them again.

So she picked her victim. A wealthy man dressed in a suit and tie, a long trench coat and leather gloves. The perfect person. He oozed money and was a simple target. She took her place, running up to him in a fluster, hands waving and puffing.

“Please you have to help me, someone just stole my wallet and it had my train tickets that I need,” she said in a rush.

“I’m sorry I-“.

“Please I’m going to see my sick mom and the train leaves in like thirty minutes” she pleaded and the guy sighed.

“Alright, how much?” He asked.

“Fifty dollars, it's in Seattle” she said and the guy pulled out his wallet about to give her the money. It was just in reach and Violet grew excited at the sight of the green bills being counted in his hand. He was about to hand them to her when a voice made them both look up.

“There you are Violet, I’ve been looking for you everywhere” She turned abruptly, eyes wide as Max came jogging over to her. She was speechless. He came over, holding a hand up to the man to stop his actions.

“Sorry about this, you don’t need to do that, I’m her father,” he said and the man nodded, tucking the bills away. The disappointment on Violet's face wasn’t subtle and Max placed his hands on her shoulders turning her to him.

“I said wait for me, I’ve been looking everywhere for you sweetie. I’ve got the tickets don’t worry… sorry about that” Max apologised to the man.

“It’s okay, I hope everything works out for you,” he said politely before moving on his way. Violet was too stunned to speak. She couldn’t believe what she just witnessed. She was about to get fifty dollars out of him until Max showed up. But then she remembered that she should have stayed home, doing as she was told. Before she had a chance to argue, Max took her hand firmly and dragged her back home. He didn’t speak a word to her and Violet groaned as she tripped to keep up with his speed. It was clear he wasn’t happy with her. He pulled her into the apartment, slamming the door behind as she stomped inside.

“I nearly had him there until you showed up” she grumbled, throwing her coat to the floor. Max hung his up on the coat rack by the door and padded over, a stern look on his face.

“Pick that up” he ordered and she glared at him but obeyed, hanging it by his.

“Come here” he ordered again and Violet stepped over, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. His hand reached through and grabbed her arm, releasing her safety position and dragged her over to a small closet. He pulled open the door and gave her a shove. The closet was empty except for a hoover and broom.

“Hey!’ She argued.

“You’re going to stay in there and think about what you’ve done” and with that the door shut firmly, a lock clicking.

“Hey, let me out… what the fuck” She kicked the door, slammed at it, punched it. How dare he lock her in the closet. It was dim but not completely dark and barely much room for her to move. Violet smacked her body against it hoping it might break but her size and strength compared to the doors was nil. She huffed, glaring at the door as if she was glaring at Max. Why would he do that? Locking her in the closet like a naughty child. After five minutes of pounding at the door, she finally gave up and slumped against the wall behind her.

She felt like a child being punished. Never had she experienced something like this. Growing up with no parents, the orphanage didn’t care too much to discipline the children or care enough to have them learn from their mistakes. But Max was different. It was as if he was punishing her, punishing her for disobeying him. It was like her being put on the naughty step except she was in the closet. She did disobey him, going out when he told her to stay put and read. She didn’t quite get it. But sitting in the dimly lit room made her realise he wasn’t joking around when he said she will do as she was told.

Violet hadn’t been given any discipline in her whole life. She was free to do what she wanted as she pleased and never face the consequences. But now she was. She was in charge of her life since she moved to the orphanage. But now, Max was in charge. He called the shots, and he decided what she could and couldn’t do. And there was a tiny part inside her that was like that. Free from responsibility, from making decisions. Someone to look after her… like a father would. She sighed and stared forward, calm and quiet.

It wasn’t long after when she heard his footsteps coming to the closest and she stood quickly, waiting as he unlocked the door slowly and pulled back the door, the bright lights of the apartment blinding her. Max stood tall and proud, staring down at her as she stared timidly up at him.

“Do you have anything to say?” he said softly and Violet took a deep breath. She had never apologised for anything, never backed down and showed weakness.

“I’m sorry I disobeyed you” she murmured and Max stared for a moment studying her before he released a smile.

“Are you going to do as you are told?” he asked, raising a brow and she nodded.

“Good girl” he whispered. What he did next shocked Violet to her core. He pulled her out of the closet into his arms, hugging her softly and tightly, resting his chin on her head. Violet went rigged for a moment. She hadn’t been hugged like this, ever. Never felt the touch of someone so lovingly and caring. His hand came up and stroked her hair, pushing her face further into his warm chest and Violet sucked in a breath. A warm feeling radiated in her body and she pushed closer into his body heat. Max felt her arms move to wrap around his waist and hug him back and he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and Violet closed her eyes, relaxing.

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sapphicdib · 4 months

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FIRST: Looks to the Moon! And if you want to Hunter as well?

HEHE YOU KNOW ME SO WELL <3

Fav thing about them:

Moon: Her. Just her. Her entire adorable being. Her structure, how calming it is to be inside it. The way she hangs upside down on her rig a lot, especially when examining you. Her cute nicknames for you. The way she thanks you for bringing her things. Her lil beepy voice she has before giving you the mark. Everything. Her personality, her puppet, her breathtaking structure. I can’t choose one and I will not.

Hunter: Her story! How selfless her mission is, and how she’s a little creature doing her best to save someone she’s never even met before. She uses her limited time to save someone who suffers the same fate as her—body breaking down, seizing and collapsing. I also like that she’s pink :)

Least fav thing about them?

Moon: Impossible. Nothing.

Hunter: I guess…how neglected she is? She’s never anyone’s favorite campaign (just get good at the game, scrubs), and she was the only scug that didn’t get an updated ending/attention in downpour. Obviously artihunter means she’s popular within the fandom, but game-wise a lot of ppl seem to forget about her, when it’s honestly a REALLY fun campaign!

Favorite Line:

Moon: “And so clearly, this forced broadcast is directed to you, Five Pebbles.”

Idk what it is about this line specifically, but I legit cannot read it without bursting into tears. I managed to hold it together but I read that line in her broadcast and just lost it. I cried for like 30 minutes and had to go hug my mom.

Hunter: Obviously she doesn’t speak in the game, but here’s one of my fav line(s) from a fic Im writing:

She’s very proud of her name :)

brOTP

Moon: Is it weird to say Moon and Ruffles? It’s so cute that Moon named her and Ruffles seems to stay around even after the campaign. I headcanon that Rivulet struck out on her own to find out who she was, and after many adventures, decided that Ruffles was who she was.

Hunter: Ruffles too!! I see them having a cute sibling dynamic thanks to lilypad :3

OTP

Moon: LILYPAD OF COURSE!! DOOMED YURI MY BELOVED !!! Sig n Moons personalities work together so well and I love them sm ;-;

Hunter: APPLE JUICE!!! Monk x Hunter!!! I would have said artihunter but apple juice has captured my heart so hard i can’t help it.

nOTP

Moon: I don’t rlly like Eclipse but that’s just cuz I hc Moon is a lesbian. Also Waning Crescent/Slivermoon just doesn’t do it for me.

Hunter: Cherrypie…sorry cherrypie enjoyers I just can’t see it :( I feel like gourmand would see Hunter as more of a daughter figure.

Random Headcanon:

Moon: BEEPS! She beep-snorts when she laughs and often tries to hide it but Sig has made it her life mission to make Moon beep-snort-laugh as much as possible hehe

Hunter: She acts a LOT like Sig. Despite her ferocity in battle, she’s pretty goofy and playful during less intense moments. She also considers herself as Sig and Moon’s daughter (as do they)

Unpopular Opinion:

Moon: SHE IS NOT JUST “BORING FEMALE CHARACTER.” She has personality! She’s insanely stubborn when it comes to using her seniority privileges and obviously takes her role as local group senior very seriously. She is “nice and kind” but that doesn’t make her flat/stereotypical. Of course she’s gonna be nice to the player, you’re a little helpless animal.

Hunter: PLAY HER CAMPAIGN. PLEASE. It is not as daunting as you think it is, ESPECIALLY if you’ve beaten downpour cats! It IS challenging, but for me it really brings back the spirit of the original game: youre a helpless little creature. You can’t generate spears out of your ass, you can’t make explosives, all you can do is run slightly faster and throw spears slightly harder. You have to use your wit and skill to get through it, but it is so worth it.

Song I associate with them

Moon: Afterlife by Shadow Cliq

Hunter: No Mercy by DeathByRomy (it’s an artihunter song but god it goes hard)

Favorite Picture of Them:

MEWNIE…

And not to suck my own dick here or anything but this is my fav drawing i’ve done of hunter, my new year’s resolution was to learn to draw scugs so here’s my fav drawing of her i’ve done so far :3

TY FOR THE ASK!!

#rw #letters #dibz rambles

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twistedgardens · 2 years

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Kinktober #1

This one is very much OUTSIDE OF CHARACTER, or OOC. Ruggie and Leona would NEVER. They drink that Respect Women Juice. Just ignore canon even more than usual as this is set in a university setting, so Ruggie is aged up.

Ruggie Bucchi -> 19

Leona Kingscholar -> 21

Content: predator vs. prey, chase, "threesome", oral (female receiving), Leona being extra selfish, "mates" and mating, A/B/O (if you squint really hard), mentions or implications of reverse harem, degradation, praise, nicknames (little thing, herbivore, sweetheart, etc.), double penetration, frequent use of pussy and cunt, slight breeding kink (?)

Warning: yandere content ahead and all it might entail. Readers are warned that the content contains slut-shaming, violence, non-con (non-consent), dark content, etc. Reader's discretion is advised. Minors DNI. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Original yandere prompt found here by drxwsyni (iris). Not mine

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Arms thrown out ahead of you, you push leaves and branches out of your way. You weren't on the Night Raven campus anymore. You were somewhere else, that's all you knew. One moment, you were half-asleep in your not-so-cozy bed in the Ramshackle Dormitory, and the next you were plopped down in the middle of a jungle. Was this close to Sunset Savannah? You had no idea. The predators falling not too far at your tail brought you to this place.

You ran in your flimsy pajamas, hand-me-downs that kind students left you because you were brought to Twisted Wonderland by mysterious means. You had nothing but the clothes on your back when you first arrived. But now, those pj's became only a hazard to your freedom and safety. The flimsy material snagged on whatever branch you sped past, slowing you down. You tore yourself free, though it costed you precious seconds. Seconds that your pursuers took full advantage of. The enormous leaves and heavy branches blotted out the midday sun and cast shadows on the jungle floor. Between the dark greenery and shadows, you saw them. Glowing eyes, one pair bright emerald and the other silvery-blue.

Without time or a map, you surged forward, blind as if it was nightfall. If you didn't hide from them soon, you'd be chased into the dark where you'd really would be blind. There could be scarier things than them hunting you but you also couldn't let them catch you either. Your bare feet pounded the damp, twig and debris laden ground.

Laughter came behind you. For a second, you thought something or someone breathed down your neck. It ghosted across your skin. You screamed and ran faster to outrun the thing. You dared to look back. Ruggie's smile, once endearing if not playful, appeared in the corner of your eye. A strange glint to his eyes made his smile not so pleasing to see, aside from the fact that he was one of the predators chasing you through the jungle. You turned away to keep running forward and out of his reach.

Ruggie fell behind. You didn't look behind you, but his footsteps stopped. He must be waiting for Leona to catch up. That's what you hoped before you heard in the distance the name of Ruggie's signature spell.

Laugh With Me!

Your body lurched to a halt. Legs stopped mid-sprint, turned about face, and walked in the opposite direction. Ruggie was walking that way too. Your arms were pinned to your sides just like his were. You tried to open your mouth to scream or beg (you weren't sure which), but your lips remained sealed. That's the most terrifying part isn't it? You want to scream but can't. It's straight out of horror movie and you can't do anything to wriggle yourself free out of Ruggie's magic. Poor defenseless, magicless you, trapped in a world so far removed from your own that there isn't anything you can do to stop this. Ruggie glanced behind his shoulder towards you. Eyes beaming with delight, his smile would have made you shudder if you retained the ability to do so. He marched you down the path you tore through. The only good thing that happened that by the time he stopped, you managed to catch your breath. Your heart, however, continued to thunder in your ribs.

In a clearing by a stream, Leona lounged at the base of a tree. It looked like he had been dozing off waiting for Ruggie's return. At the sound of his and your approaching footsteps, Leona stirred awake. He stretched and yawned. He normally never enjoyed being woken up from a nap, however this time would be an exception. Ruggie didn't even have to pull you on a leash to bring you with him. Leona gave you an arrogant smile.

"Did you have a good run?" Leona chuckled.

Sweat was still beading down your face and neck. Visible stains showed through your ruined pajamas where sweat collected. Alongside those, blood and dirt covered the hems of your pants and around the numerous tears in your clothing. You glared back at him as that was the only thing you could do. Ruggie still had your mouth sealed shut. He couldn't control your eyes though. You turned from Leona and looked towards the clear-running stream. It was big enough for you wade through and swim to the nearest river to make your escape. All you had to do was--

"I wouldn't even think about it, herbivore. You're not getting away that easy. The current runs in the opposite direction before you hit any creek or river. There's no way you'd be able to reach it in time and even if you did, what then? No weapons, no magic, and you're stuck in the middle of the jungle where anything can eat you alive. It would be better if you just cooperate," said Leona. He turned to Ruggie. "You can unleash her. She's not gonna get far even if she tried her damnest."

The second Ruggie dropped his signature spell, your legs crumbled beneath you. All the exhaustion that had been building up while running came crashing down on you. Your hands and knees dug into the moist earth. Your fingernails clawed at the ground. You lifted your head up. You focused all of your energy into burning a hole in Leona's head. Your mouth curled into a snarl that would make any lioness jealous. None of that wiped the smug look off Leona's face. If anything, your attempts to snarl, sneer, and intimidate amused him.

"My, my, what big teeth you have...for an herbivore," said Leona.

"Careful, she might bite your dick off with those," chuckled Ruggie.

"I doubt that. Once she gets used to the idea of her new lifestyle, she's not gonna do anything but revel in how good we're going to make her feel."

"What?" You shrieked. You got to your feet in spite of your legs shaking with effort. "You're telling me you chased me through this fucking jungle to propose some kind...whatever the fuck you think you're entitled to? Listen, Your Highness, I don't know what kind of weed Ruggie's supplying you these days, but if you think I'm going to let you do anything to me, you're out of your mind!"

Leona sat up, stood to his feet, and marched towards you. His vibrant green eyes fixed on you. You glared at him unblinking until your eyes watered. Ruggie's footsteps at your back announced he wasn't far either. The young men crowded around you despite just being two people. The cloying scent of their bodies and the heat resonating off them made your head dizzy. It wasn't humid enough, so they had to sandwich you between them? Ruggie wrapped an arm around your middle to hold you in place while Leona cupped your chin and squeezed your jaw. He forced you to meet his eyes and not look away for a millisecond.

"You piss me off, you know that?" Said Leona.

"Funny, I was about to say the same to you." You sniped back.

"It's not very often two males end up with the same mate. It only seems fitting that it happen to you, all things considered," said Leona. He looked at you as if he expected you to understand. You only grew more puzzled.

"What do you mean all things considered? What have I ever done to you?"

Leona squeezed your jaw tighter, making you wince.

"Of all the worlds, in all the mystical planes, in all the colleges to land in, you get stuck at Night Raven College, an all male university for magic users. Do you have any idea what you smell like to others? How mages with a higher sense of smell flock to you like flies to honey? Maybe not the humans, but it explains why that dragon and stinking fishpeople are wrapped around your little finger."

"What?"

"Don't tell me you never noticed? Haven't you ever wondered why Draconia, or Ashengrotto, or the eel twins come to you? Why that batty imp lingers around you? Even that crocodile has taken a liking to you. It must be nice getting all that attention. You must enjoy it don't you?"

Ruggie nuzzled the side of your neck and nibbled on the lobe of your ear. "Don't be too mean, Leona. Girls don't like it when you're too mean."

Leona ignored him and continued. "I'm just saying that it doesn't surprise me that this little thing can't be satisfied with just one mate. Greedy herbivore."

Leona leaned his face forward and kissed you hard on the mouth. Between Ruggie and Leona holding you still, there was not a chance for you to wriggle your way out of this. Ruggie's signature spell would stop you in your tracks before you got far and Leona's could trap you in a whirlwind of sand. Leona pried your lips open by making you gasp. He dug his hand under your pajama top. Once your lips parted, Leona thrust his tongue into your mouth. He lapped all the secret places no one but your dentist tread before. His tongue explored every crevice of your mouth as if examining his new possession. Ruggie stood behind you, kissing and sucking on your neck. His arms made sure you didn't fight back.

You gasped for air once Leona released your mouth. He licked his lips and stroked his chin.

"Fuck it," he said with a hungry look on his face. "We're marking her here."

Ruggie stopped his ministrations and looked around them.

"Out in the open? Now?"

"Did I stutter, Bucchi? I can't wait any longer. The sooner we do this, the more compliment she's gonna be when we bring her to the palace. Nobody's gonna think twice about it or fuss if they see she's high on pheromones. I need to make her mine."

"Hey!" Ruggie protested. "You're not the only one who's got the right to mark her! I'm just saying it might be more comfortable in an actual bed."

"Don't I get a say in this?" You ask, foolishly.

"No," said Leona and Ruggie at the same time.

"If she screams too much, Farena will think something's not right. We can make as much noise as we want to...right here. Nobody's going to find us or hear us. And I'm positively aching to feel her," said Leona.

The pair ignored your protests and your pathetic attempts wriggle out of their hold. You were pressed between their too-warm bodies while they debated your fate. Ultimately, Leona won. You remained stuck in the middle as Leona and Ruggie guided over to the large tree Leona had been dozing under when you arrived. Ruggie held you close to him while Leona took off his shirt and vest. He hung his clothes on a low-lying branch. Ruggie passed you off to him so he could do the same.

You were made to sit on your knees between Leona's legs. Half the buttons on your pajama shirt went missing during your run through the jungle. Leona made quick work of them and practically tore the shirt off you. Now nothing more than a rag, Leona tossed it aside. You trembled as you knelt in the dirt. There was only one thing on their minds, and they had all the power to make you comply. You couldn't help but shiver as Ruggie laid kisses along your spine. The gesture would have been far more romantic if they hadn't kidnapped you from your bed, made you run through the jungle, and were currently nonchalant about the idea of taking you by force. Ruggie's hands fiddled with the waistband of your pajama pants.

"Let's get these off you, sweetheart. I'm about to make you feel real good," said Ruggie.

You didn't resist as he shifted your pangs down your waist then to your hips. You had to lift your leg out each time to help him take them off completely. Your underwear joined the rest of your clothes in a heap of rags.

"That's a good girl. You're gonna get a reward for being nice. Just listen to what we say." Ruggie cooed against your ear.

Leona relaxed against the tree. He folded his arms behind his head like a pillow to enjoy the show. His legs were still settled on either side of you. Ruggie pressed your head against Leona's stomach but raised your hips and ass up. He caressed your skin from your hips to upper thighs, lingering on the globes of your ass. You craned your neck to see him.

"Spread 'em just little bit more for me," said Ruggie, licking his lips.

You moved your knees further apart.

"Well, would you look at that? She can listen," said Leona.

"Yeah, but now I have to wonder if she can scream~shishishi~!"

With your lower half exposed to the elements, there was nothing stopping him from licking your inner thighs and make his way to your pussy. Ruggie gave you kitten licks to tease you for what was to come soon, very soon. Leona patted your head. The gesture was less soothing and more about demonstrating his control. His hand kept you close to his body.

"You taste so good, Y/N! Sweeter than doughnuts!" Ruggie forgot all decorum and slurped on your cunt.

You wriggled and writhed under his tongue. Ruggie played with your clit while plunging at least two fingers inside. Leona pealed you off him long enough to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. For a moment, you thought he was going to make you choke on his cock, only to watch him stroke it himself.

"Make her cum already, Bucchi," Leona growled. "I want her nice and wet. I don't want to cum anywhere but that cunt."

"And it's a pretty pussy too. I can't wait to see it painted all white with our cum. It's gonna settle nicely in that body of hers. You're not gonna waste a drop, are you, sweetheart?"

You could no longer hold back your moans. Somehow, you managed to stifle them thus far, but you couldn't resist Ruggie's magic tongue and fingers. Your hips bucked against his face. He suckled on your clit and pumped his fingers inside of your body until you spasmed against his tongue. Your body grew slack and laid like a rag doll on top of Leona.

With you feeling boneless, it was an easy task for Leona to manuever your body how he wanted it. He tugged his pants and boxers lower to completely free his cock, which at this point was hard and oozing with pre-cum. Leona was more than strong enough to make you straddle his hips right above his turgid cock. The blunt tip was sinking into still recovering pussy by the time you came back down to earth.

"W-Wait! Hold a minute!"

But it was too late.

Leona made sure you sank down on him all the way and buried himself in your wet hole. He gripped your hips; his nails dug into your flesh. Your eyes rolled into your skull with how full you felt. Your head felt heavier than it should have been. Leona lay perfectly still, not moving a muscle. You didn't have time to ask why he hadn't bothered to move when he had you right where he wanted you. His cock was buried up to the hilt, yet Leona did nothing to seek his own pleasure from your body. It dawned on you with horrid realization that Ruggie was still behind you. Leona pulled on your arms to make you lean towards him while Ruggie pushed down on your back. You clawed at Leona's chest, but resistance was futile. Ruggie knelt between your legs, his cock pressing against Leona's.

You wailed, cried, pleaded, but nothing was reaching their ears. Ruggie spat into his hand, stroked his cock to lube it up, and returned to pressing it inside your pussy. He wasn't as big as Leona, but together their cocks stuffing your cunt at the same time felt like they were tearing you in two. Your fingernails left bloody crescents in Leona's chest. Tears stained his skin. Despite your protests and weeping, neither of them cared too much because they were lost in ecstasy. Finally. Their mate's sweet cunt wrapped around them like a silk sleeve. There was only one step left to do.

Leona and Ruggie worked in tandem working their hips back and forth. When one drew back, the other made sure to make you feel them push against your cervix. There was never a moment when they left you empty. You quickly gave up trying to beg; your voice was too hoarse. You whimpered and let out soft moans as you were fucked into oblivion. It was easier to give into the pleasure forced upon you than fight them. The longer it went on, the stronger and faster their thrusts became. Your body reacted on its own, chasing a high, and moving against them.

"That's it. Good girl, make us feel good too. Your cunt is so nice and warm and wet for us. You're doing such a good job!" Ruggie kissed your neck.

"Fuck, yes," Leona growled. "Squeeze more. Make me cum. Make us cum."

Once more, your eyes rolled into your skull. Your rolled your hips against them. Both of their cocks stretched you open, only for your cunt to cinch around them when you couldn't hold it anymore. You moaned into Leona's chest. Your body turned limp as you came again.

Leona shifted so he sat up. His arms were wrapped around you. Neither he nor Ruggie stopped pumping their cocks inside of you. Their thrusts turned erratic. They growled and purred next to your ears. Leona rested his chin on one of your shoulders with Ruggie on the other.

"Here it comes," said Ruggie.

You felt it in your lower belly. Ruggie's cum filling you up. Leona sank his teeth down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Another rope of cum filled you up. Leona kept rutting against you even when he emptied himself inside your cunt. Ruggie bit down on the opposite shoulder. Their teeth punctured the skin and caused you to bleed. Your voice wasn't hoarse enough to stop you from screaming aloud. The two beastmen continued pumping their cocks into your body until both had nothing left to give and exhausted their bodies. Hot breath from their nostrils ghosted across your skin as they had yet to release their teeth from you. You laid there stuck between their bodies. Slowly but surely, their cocks grew limp, making it easier to slide out of you.

Ruggie swiped some cum that managed to leak out of you and press it back inside. You squirmed at the motion of his fingers pushing cum back into you, but mostly you tried to stay still. Everything below your waist hurt. Like you'd be split and stretched open. You couldn't even get your legs to close though you didn't want that part of your body exposed anymore.

"Be thankful neither of us are like Jack. You'd be stuck on our knot for hours," said Ruggie. He stood up and fixed his pants. "I'm going to get something to wash her off. Can't have her enter the palace looking too shabby."

While he was doing that, Leona patted the top of your head, soothing like one would a child. You wanted to swat his hand away, get up, and run. There was no strength to you anymore. If you tried to so much as stand, you'd fall flat on your face. Everything hurt too much, even thinking.

"Nobody's going to think twice about you at the palace. All I have to say that you're my mate that I happen to share with Ruggie. Rare but not unheard of. No more living in that hut with that mangy cat. Crowley won't have to worry about sending you home. I doubt anyone's gonna notice you're missing after a while. Soon, it's just going to be you, me, and Ruggie. So, you'd better behave if you don't want all your little friends to be turned into sandcastles."

Leona meant it. You nodded your head as it laid in his bare lap.

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